#this goes from Maybe Werewolves to Maybe Ghosts

[imagine-shenanigans]

werewolf soap who was raised in a pack/healthy dynamics etc etc and is very very well versed in wolf life because hes got neices and nephews and he's got cousins who had partners turn... and he discovers freshly turned werewolf reader

maybe a victim of one of the enemies, but werewolves and creatures and such are still largely hidden from the public eye so he scoops reader up and reader imprints on him without realizjng it but Soap just knows. Immediately uses all his knowledge to make it worse, make reader more dependent on him, his poor sweet pup :( Doesn't know anything about the world. No matter he'll teach them :)

And reader KNOWS something is wrong but the wires in their brain from not being helped by a sire and imprinting on Soap are all crossed and mangled in the early stages of their transformation. Most wolves nowadays are born into it, because it takes a signifcant effort to turn someone (not just a bite in this case. I'm imagining like. exchange of blood of varying amounts but typically a couple cups worth at least bc lycanthropy tends to be blood-bound like vampirism) so his poor baby is just so confused and distraught, all sickly and needy and confused :(

He's more than happy to help of course, and poor reader KNOWS that Soap isn't being normal about it, some gut instinct says this can't be right, and he's way too into this, but they also didn't know werewolves were real until like. a week ago when some douchebag kidnapped them.

So reader is trying to be understanding but can't because they're also feverish and the longer the month goes on the worse it gets as they get closer to becoming an actual werewolf.

By the time reader has any inclination that Soap has been treating them like a mate, not even courting, jsut straight into it, it's FAR too late for them, his metaphorical and literal jaws have snapped around their neck and he's never letting them go.

and if we're throwing a lil ghoap x reader into it, ghost as a vampire or some other creature who also knows jack shit abt werewolves other than Johnny (who is a bad example and has also been taking advantage of his ignorance to press Ghost's boundaries until Ghost asserts dominance. Soap swears one day he'll win, even if it means losing. Ghost thinks it's cute but narrows his eyes at Johnny anyway.)

And Soap is using this cute, disoriented civillian who he's got on him at all times to brush right past Ghost's boundaries because rhwy were ALL given the order to keep an eye on them. So Soap just walks up to Ghost and tucks reader into his arms with a blanket wrapped around them and presses reader's nose to Ghost's pulse point so they'll get used to his scent. Says soemthing about training recruits, and Ghost thinks its awfully cute the way reader sniffs so curiously like a new puppy at him, memorizing his scent. Thinks the smug way Soap looks when Ghost lets reader sleep on his chest is cute too, but instead of coddling Soap like he does reader a bit, Ghost wants to make Soap beg for forgiveness, the man grinding up into the sole of his boot desperately.

Ghost just snorts and says "Pushing it, MacTavish." and continues to let reader sleep on his chest, aware only that Soap is up to soemthing but hasn't quite figured out what yet. (He's not up to that chapter in the book about werewolves he's been reading, but Ghost decides he'll put in extra time later.)

Meanwhile poor reader who is literally in constant pain/feeling sick/etc is now undergoing a significantly more painful process of imprinting on TWO people, and the poor wires in their brain are so jumbled they'll never escape (which is what Soap wants)

[augustheart]

leverage fighting supernatural creatures concepts from me and @theboost.

we used fighting kind of... loosely. we also used the concept of supernatural creature pretty loosely. this post is so long i had to put part of it under a cut.

mummy: they have to run a con on a museum at the request of another member of leverage international who has been trying to return a mummy to a burial site for months with no success. parker dresses as a mummy and keeps jumping out to scare people because the entire con hinges on making the mark believe the mummy is legitimately cursed. it gets breanna every single time and eventually she destroys the mummy costume. at the end of the episode breanna sees a mummy shuffling around a corner and asks where parker got a second mummy costume. "what second mummy costume?" parker says from next to her. EPISODE ENDS

werewolf: eliot and hardison are on a road trip together and end up in a small farming town that's terrified of whatever has been causing the deaths of their livestock. a guy with a condition where he's really hairy is being persecuted for being a werewolf. they meet a wise old lady with an adopted daughter who's sick who says something like "you know appearances... they can be deceiving. even in a place like this, not everything is as it seems, especially under the full moon." they uncover the mayor is behind a group that's poisoning the water (maybe by looking at the water under moonlight idk i'm not that kind of scientist), causing the girl's sickness and the deaths of the livestock. as they leave town hardison teases eliot for believing in werewolves (this has been a c-plot the whole time) and then looks out the window and sees two werewolves, the old lady and her daughter. EPISODE ENDS

witches: alice white joins an MLM based on ~divine feminine energy~ so parker can take it down from the inside. it's all based on easily faked "magic" and sleight of hand, and she keeps impressing them by pointing out how they're doing their tricks and then replicating them because hardison had a whole phase where he wanted to learn stage magic or something. they're so impressed they invite her to a ritual but they ask her to bring a virgin sacrifice. parker immediately brings harry ("i'm not a virgin?" "the magic isn't REAL harry"). they get some of harry's blood and start doing shit that can't possibly be faked. it goes wrong because he isn't a virgin and a demon kills the witches but allows parker and harry to live because they're using aliases and not their true names or whatever. somehow this destroys the MLM. EPISODE ENDS

mermaid: breanna meets a girl at the beach who keeps looking at her with big wet sad eyes and telling her about how the fish are dying because of pollution. she is only ever in the water up to her waist. breanna is immediately smitten and they stop the top polluter. they kiss in celebration and then the girl is like "i'm sorry... i can't be with you..." and she dives underwater and we see her tail as she swims away. EPISODE ENDS

ghosts part one: harry meets a beautiful lady because he heard someone crying and wandered down a street looking for them. he promises to help her save her destined-for-foreclosure house that she says has been in her family for 100 years or something. the rest of the team conveniently never sees her but is willing to help. after they save her house she kisses him (he's thrilled) and tells him she'll be right back before going into the house. a car pulls up and an older woman gets out. she's like "oh i can't believe you managed to save it. i really thought they'd destroy this place." harry asks her if she's a friend of the family and she says "it was my mother's before she died [x] years ago." harry goes inside to look for the lady but she's gone. EPISODE ENDS

ghosts part two, this one is insane: it's halloween. a car carrying a murderer crashes into something and the murderer dies while eliot tries to do cpr on him (he was next to the crash site but has no connection to the case) only to pull a charles lee ray and push eliot's soul out of his body and possess him. the serial killer wanders around in eliot's body observing before pulling a gun on hardison because he's annoying him too much. parker and hardison look at each other and Immediately go "serial killer ghost." breanna has had a ouija board tapestry hanging up on the wall that keeps falling down because eliot is trying to communicate with them. they lay it out and eliot explains things to them. hardison asks if they're sure this is eliot and not just another ghost trying to trick them. the ouija board painstakingly spells out "dammit hardison." they decide the only thing they can do is have eliot fight the ghost out of his body. he possesses a willing harry and makes him ragdoll around while he fights him. as the clock strikes midnight because idk ghosts can't stay in their bodies past midnight on halloween because they can only possess you on halloween Or Something eliot pushes the serial killer out of his body. EPISODE ENDS

faerie: sophie is kidnapped by faeries and brought before a jury because she didn't call queen titania back after they hooked up, which means the rest of the team has to go there to save her. eliot is pissed because he can't eat any of the food and they won't let him take stuff back to the human world where eating it would be harmless. harry is absolutely thriving because in a world of doublespeak a formerly evil lawyer is a king. it's revealed he actually has been to the faerie realm to do trials tons of times but they wipe his memory at the end of each one so he doesn't reveal any secrets to humans. they free sophie and bring her back to the human world when she promises to call titania back. she immediately throws titania's number away again. "so needy." EPISODE ENDS

dragon: the team has to infiltrate a crime ring. the crime ring is very dragon themed with dragon tattoos and ranks named after dragonslayers and shit like that. they just assume the dragon is metaphorical but then when eliot passes the test to rise through the ranks he's brought before a chained up dragon and they're like "the dragon will choose if you're worthy!!" he's like "WHAT the fuck." they save the dragon and set it free at the end of the episode despite parker begging to keep it. it says "thank you" and flies away despite never speaking before then. EPISODE ENDS

phantom of the opera: sophie has like a struggling theater she volunteers with and one of the girls there is being stalked by some weird guy. harry immediately asks if this is going to be like phantom of the opera and starts blasting the soundtrack constantly. sophie meets a guy with an eyepatch or a covid mask or something and recognizes him as a former broadway star. he ends up being the stalker. at the end it's revealed he is Literally the phantom of the opera. breanna says something like "okay so eliot and alec saw a werewolf and now we just fought the phantom of the opera. are there any other classic universal monsters i should know about?" hardison says "oh i fought the invisible man." they all turn and look at him. he shrugs. EPISODE ENDS

psychic: breanna dates a psychic who keeps saving her from improbable final destination style accidents. the team becomes convinced she's orchestrating these accidents for some nefarious purpose. breanna insists that no her girlfriend is just psychic and there's a montage like the one in quantum leap set to i want to know what love is but instead of a sex montage it's a romance montage because breanna is asexual. parker is disturbed due to her established understandable emotional turmoil after the future job. they have to help the psychic after she sees her own death. maybe the phantom of the opera is involved again idk. EPISODE ENDS

troll: someone is trying to put tolls on freeways by lobbying the department of transportation. they also keep making people answer really shitty riddles with answers that aren't at all obvious. when they answer one of their riddles right in the final ten minutes they explode. their name is like t. roll or something. EPISODE ENDS

the leprechaun from the leprechaun movies: okay at this point we were really tired and i'd been laughing hysterically for the past two hours. but someone finds his pot of gold and spends it on some stuff like medical bills and the leprechaun shows up and does his stupid bullshit. the client turns to the leverage team for help. they're convinced it's a gas leak until one of them sees the leprechaun not in the client's house. harry accidentally spends one of the leprechaun's coins. eliot keeps trying to fight the leprechaun but his bullshit magic lets him evade all his punches. i don't remember how we said this one would end

bigfoot: closing us out with the one i actually think could happen. they don't fight bigfoot!! they help conserve and protect some natural habitat by faking a bigfoot sighting and scaring off some shady developers (i am now realizing that i am describing a reverse scooby gang)! throughout the whole episode parker has been consistently reaffirming her belief in bigfoot and casually describing bigfoot encounters she's heard about while breanna and sophie try to convince her bigfoot isn't real. she manages to get harry, eliot, and hardison to be on her side. breanna sees bigfoot at the end of the episode but sophie doesn't believe her. EPISODE ENDS

[krypticcafe]

How do you feel about CoD boys in a monster au? Whether they’re the monster or their s/o is the monster, I just think it would be neat. I’m partial towards werewolves but honestly I love anything that goes bump in the night. I LOVE the idea of a monster being afraid of hurting their partner but their partner knows that they could never hurt them. If you’re open to monster requests, I have so many ideas. Just… monsters, man

oooo are we spitballing bc I love throwing around ideas!!

I absolutely love monster AUs, one of my faves is @/bluegiragi's and I'm sure you all know that iconic one. I'm totally open to monster/hybrid requests, and a detailed list of what other things I write can be found in the cafe's Customer Service Policy aka rules :]

And monster-related plots? I'm a sucker for that shit, need more of that and monster!reader.

If I were to make a Monster Hybrid AU with my own specific ideas though, hmm...

Powerful and stoic, Price would make a great minotaur (lower half of a bull). Sure, maybe his back isn't what it used to be, but that doesn't mean he doesn't have the strength to send you back to your maker. Every step he takes on base acknowledges his presence, a posture that demands respect from its witnesses. The horns on his head aren't something to mess with either, though it takes him ages to scrape out the dried blood from the cracks and tailor his bucket hats.

On the other hand, the canine hybrid for Soap is oddly charming. Similarly to a werewolf, he would have the senses of one, but as a just hybrid, he's unable to fully transform. Instead, he's equipped with features like ears, tail, fangs, some fur on his arms and legs, and a longer tongue. I can see him being a border collie, the Scottish sheepdog just makes sense. But a kelpie/merfolk would also work with his callsign. Soap, a mischievous water spirit known for "cleaning out" rooms of enemies? A body with slick scales, gills, and a frilled mohawk when in monster form? Yeah, I can definitely see that.

For someone with a Queen's honor, a phoenix feels right for Gaz. Bright and burning wings and tail—a light that feels regal and elegant, yet so youthful and lively at the same time. With him in the sky, you're guaranteed to be safe under his watch. Or maybe a cervitaur with those doe eyes of his, gorgeous as ever. Yet equipped with a kick that's sure to shatter the ribs of those who mock him for being just a faun with a pretty face.

Undeniably, with such a specific callsign, Ghost can't be anything other than a wraith. Maybe mix in a bit of demonic blood, soul-eater tendencies, or even marks of an incubus for a little extra kick. His scars look more like shadowy cracks in his skin, smoke pours from the concerningly realistic skull he wears, he looks more like a reaper than a spirit. Regardless, this man is a shadowy phantom that provokes the fear of gods in whoever he sets his target as.

Roach, sure maybe his energy is fitting of a satyr or something more fitting and urban for our token American, like a roach version of Mothman. Bug wings and scales similar to the structure of an exoskeleton, But Roach came to be for being nearly indestructible, like the bug. In fact, it would be more accurate to call Roach, Roaches, as a bogeyman with a human body that can crumble into a swarm of those insects would explain why gunshots and explosions can hardly stop him.

Like Ghost, we can't deny who Hound is, either. Werewolf. Anything less would be criminal. For fun, mix it in with a bit of hellhound hybrid biology, so that he has to either go as a full hellhound or a human with hellhound features. Eyes that burn like Tartarus and a fanged snarl that even Cerberus would shudder at. Maybe even make him in charge of a hellhound K-9 unit, forced to face the very thing he fears.

As for the Reader? Well, that's up to you. Personally, I'm a little fond of shapeshifters. Might need to draw some of these ideas sometime...

Ah well, just some thoughts I had. Any other spitballs you guys have?

[ghcstao3]

what about werewolf!ghost x vampire!soap 👀

hope you don’t mind me using the occasion to revive the rileys for an awkward family dinner

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Being brought home to meet Ghost’s family is probably one of the more interesting moments of Soap’s (unbearably long) life.

And not only because he’s never properly dated someone as long as he has Ghost before—it’s also because said family isn’t human, and is more than aware of the fact that he drinks blood to keep himself alive.

So. Interesting is where he stands.

Soap is lured in with a false sense of security from two things—the first being Ghost’s insistence that his mother, brother, and sister-in-law are all nicer than him. The second being the warm smile Mrs. Riley offers him at the front door, entirely friendly and sincere, not like the brandishing of sharp canines that Ghost has flashed Soap with once or twice.

She’s pleasant to talk with, already siding with him when it comes to her son’s tendencies, and she even goes so far as to pour him a glass of pig’s blood she’d purchased just for the occasion. And being that it’s so nice, Soap doesn’t have the heart to tell her that he can only tolerate the stuff at best, especially now that he only ever takes from a specific source these days.

It’s through this lovely conversation with Ghost’s mum and the general sense of domesticity that has Soap believing that he shouldn’t encounter any problems when Beth and Tommy arrive.

But how wrong he was.

Beth at least tries to be polite, though Soap doesn’t miss the distasteful scrunch of her nose once she obviously catches scent of what Ghost so lovingly calls the wrongness of vampirism. Tommy, on the other hand, doesn’t so much as bother trying to hide his disdain.

(Thank God Soap finds out later that it’s mostly just the whole protective older brother act, but still. It hurts Soap’s feelings, just a bit.)

Dinner is absolutely stifling when all but Soap are eating what Ghost’s mum has made, all chatter dying off much too quickly in what little bouts Ghost, of all people, tries to initiate. Soap traces his finger around the rim of his barely-touched glass all while he tries to ignore Tommy’s pointed looks like Soap had done something to personally offend him.

Maybe he had.

“You’re sure about this, Simon?” Tommy eventually, finally asks after nothing but pressing silence. Though the question is asked to Soap’s left, he still feels golden eyes near identical to Ghost’s bearing down on him.

Ghost drops his fork onto his plate, his frustration palpable, emanating in waves. “Do you have to be such a prick, Tom?”

“Boys,” Mrs. Riley scolds from her end of the table. “We have a guest.”

“Yeah, and that guest’s a vampire, Mum,” Tommy spits, throwing out his hand in gesture to Soap. “He eats people.”

“Tom,” Beth hisses.

“Common misconception,” Soap mumbles. He feels all attention shift to him, as if they all remembered he was present—right, super-hearing. He clears his throat, raising his voice, “Only the… bad ones do that.”

“Besides,” Ghost is adding, and Soap is a little fearful of where he plans to take this, “he only feeds off me.”

A tense silence blankets the table. Soap wants to sink into the floor.

“…What?”

“It was my idea,” Ghost attempts to amend, but it’s already much too late. This is already a disaster, beyond disaster, and maybe Soap should’ve stuck to his guns about not meeting a family of werewolves as a vampire.

“Doesn’t matter, Simon!” Tommy exclaims his disbelief.

Ghost rolls his eyes. Soap had not at all imagined this to be where the night would lead. It’s what he desperately wished wouldn’t happen. Because he loves Ghost, and Ghost loves his family—so Soap had felt he needed to be in their good graces.

There goes that idea.

“I wouldn’t do it if I didn’t trust him, Tommy,” Ghost says slowly, challenging. “Is how I feel about him not good enough?”

This finally seems to stun Tommy into some form of submission. Soap doesn't miss Beth reaching out to flick Tommy's ear.

"S'pose it is," Tommy grumbles.

"Good." Ghost sits back in his chair, and resumes eating with a smug self-satisfaction poised in his broad shoulders.

There's a kick under the table delivered to Tommy, though Soap can't tell by who. He only knows its recipient by the muttered sorry, John, that follows.

Soap supposes he can be content with that for now. He gives Tommy a close-lipped smile, fearing that any show of fangs might provoke him.

All things considered, things could be worse. Even his military training wouldn't give him a considerable upper-hand against a natural-born werewolf.

He'll have to talk to Ghost about it later. Maybe when the werewolf is shifted, and Soap can dig cold fingers through thick fur. Then again another time, when Ghost can respond with more than huffs and whines and low growls.

They'll figure it out—they've already done it once before with just each other.

But they definitely have to smooth things over sooner rather than later, or else it's going to be real awkward when Soap finally gets the courage to pull out the ring that's been weighing his pocket down for little over a month, now.

It's fine. Everything will be fine. Soap can manage interesting.

[profoundbondfanfic]

do you have any destiel horrorfic recs?? (prefferably longfics with little to no smut but i can skip smut scenes)

also i love ur account ive found some of my favs on here/gen <33

Here are a few that came to mind (most with very skippable smut):

A Complete Kingdom by komodobits (Explicit, 85k words)

The sea; it swallows me. It comes up to my knees and it swallows me. The boys owe Jody a few dozen favours, and so when her niece goes missing near an old fishing village on the coast of Maine, Dean, Sam, and a newly human Castiel agree to take the case on. They settle into an old abandoned lighthouse-keepers' cottage, and slowly the tide comes in. (post-s8)

Between Love and Agony by Duckyboos (Explicit, 53k words)

Dean Winchester is in love. Like, bonafide heart eyes and deep sighs, hung-the-moon love. There's just one problem: the lucky guy is his husband's identical twin, Castiel. The two of them have been having a kinky affair for years, burrowing under each other’s skin and setting up camp. Which is why, after Castiel goes missing, Dean’s about ready to tear the world apart looking for him. When Castiel eventually returns to him, he’s been through literal hell, managing to drag himself out, bloody and raw, for Dean. Together, they discover a way to make Castiel whole again — though the price will be gruesome… and there will certainly be hell to pay.

empty places by dothraki_shieldmaiden (Mature, 71k words)

There’s something outside the house. Something is moving outside the house, moving inside the house. Maybe moving inside him. Something is outside the house, and it wants in. After tragedy derails his life, Castiel Novak needs to escape. He flees to Lawrence, Kansas, where he answers Dean Winchester’s ad for a roommate. There, he tries to mend the shattered pieces of his life. But as he starts to become closer with Dean, Castiel finds that escape isn’t so easy. The past doesn’t want to be left behind, and there’s something inside the house. Something hungry. And it won’t be appeased until it has him.

Every Part of the Animal by Askance (doomcountry), komodobits (Mature, 47k words)

It’s their first case after the Trials, after Heaven has collapsed: playing back-up to another team of hunters taking out some werewolves in the mountains. It's a routine job, an easy job - at least until the radio goes silent. Sam, Dean, and Cas follow after, but the caves into which the hunters have vanished wind deeper and darker than they could have expected, and something is wrong. Cas can feel it. The Winchesters may not believe what he’s hearing, but there's something down here with them—and it's not the people they came here to find, and it's not the werewolves they've been tracking. It's something else, something older, something violent, and it knows they're here.

Full Fathom Five Thy Father Lies by Ariasune (Teen and Up, 13k words)

"Look, Charlie thinks the Men of Letters have something that can help you actually, you know, find this monster.” “Good,” Dean licks at his thumb to get the last of the chicken salt clean. “Cause right now it seems like we’ve got a monster that’s some 20, 000 leagues under the sea…” He stops. “This isn’t some 20, 000 leagues shit is it?” “It’s a submarine, actually.” Fuck, that sounds like a yes.

Good Bones by emmbrancsxx0 (Mature, 39k words)

An apple pie, white picket fence American Nightmare. Dean and Cas, married and semi-retired from hunting, move into their first house together in a sleepy, secluded town. After a few run ins with the ghost that haunts the place, they must come face-to-face with the house's grisly past.

like a thief in the night by kingdumbass (Mature, 28k words)

Plagued by nightmares since the death of his mother as a small child, Dean Winchester is no stranger to grief. After the sudden death of his brother and the unexplainable disappearance of Sam’s fiancee Jessica leave Dean reeling, the former detective turns towards alcohol to cope with the loss, but when the news of another missing peron’s case all the way out in Pontiac, Illinois jogs Dean’s memory of an old unsolved case with possible connections to the mysterious note his brother left behind, he feels compelled to pick up where he left off. Though once he rolls into town, he encounters more questions than answers. Namely: what’s real and what’s delusion? And how is the creature from his nightmares tormenting the residents of this small, suburban town?

On the Cutting Room Floor by callsigntango (Mature, 23k words)

In an Arachne hunt gone wrong, Dean "wakes up" in an AU style world as what he'd gone undercover as for the hunt: a journalist. But when he shows up to cover what should be a routine story on a suspicious death in Kansas, the world around him starts to unravel in horrific, painful ways. The appearance of a man claiming to be an Angel sends Dean into a tailspin -- but just as something about Cas begins to spark very real memories in Dean, Cas seems to be losing his own grip on what's real and what isn't. And as they struggle to free themselves from this distorted web of reality, something sinister is lurking just beyond their reach.

The Elevator Game by bexgowen, xfancyfranart (Explicit, 88k words)

The game is simple. Get in an elevator, and follow the rules. If you follow them correctly, the elevator will rise and when the doors open, they will open onto a world that is not your own.

the gardener by captcas (Explicit, 17k words)

Dean loves the gardens at 918 Westview Lane. And if that has something to do with the gardener there that just so happens to be easy on the eyes? Sue ‘em. Too bad he hasn’t had the guts to actually talk to the guy. Cas doesn’t take too kindly to people who disrespect the objects of his affection but he does love gardening. AKA the one where Castiel gives us all a lesson in ultra-specialized begonia fertilizer

the inexhaustible silence of houses by Askance (doomcountry) (Teen and Up, 31k words)

Almost two years after the world doesn't end, Castiel falls from grace—and loses his voice in the process. It is the impetus for confession and change; before long, he is settling into a loving relationship with Dean, the Winchesters are tired, and hunting for a place to land has taken precedence to hunting anything else. Dean and Castiel fall in love with the strange little house on the end of Swallowtail Drive, and for a little while life is as it should be—sweet, affectionate, and beginning afresh. But more and more Castiel sees and hears things in the house that beg the question of whether or not a place itself can be alive. The walls and rooms seem to shift and grow and breathe, and one night, Dean comes home from a hunt changed in a way that Castiel cannot explain. In the months that follow, their domestic bliss takes turns for the dark and sour, and the confusion of their circumstances will ultimately test everything Castiel knows about the man he loves, and everything he believes to be true.

These Violent Delights by SomethingBlue42, xfancyfranart (Explicit, 43k words)

Dean Winchester, war vet and functioning alcoholic with a life that’s going nowhere, takes a job at Baltimore Hospital for the Criminally Insane. Dean had never heard of Dr. Castiel Novak notorious serial killer and cannibal given he’d been dodging bullets and performing field triage during Novak’s sensational trial. Seasoned orderly Rufus lays out the rules: Do not touch the glass. Do not approach the glass. You pass him nothing but soft paper - no pencils, no pens. Use the sliding food carrier only, no exceptions. If he attempts to pass you anything, do not accept it. And most importantly: don't tell him anything personal. But Dean was never much for following the rules and Castiel has a way of making Dean feel like he isn’t the grade-a loser his hot-shot FBI agent brother thinks he is. Then, a senator’s daughter goes missing, setting forth a chain of events that put Dean on a path that forces him to choose where his loyalties lie and just how far he’s willing to walk into the dark.

There's also our horror tag which you can check for more fics like these.

Additionally, there's the DeanCasHorrorFest filled with amazing destiel art and fic that might interest you.

[mastercherry]

Ghost x Soap prompt

Oh. Okay. I remember what I wanted to post on here earlier. You don't know this, but I totally had this idea earlier today and want to share it with the world but I got distracted and forgot all about it. But here I am.

Back at it again with a Call of Duty, Ghost and Soap fic prompt.

I don't have a lot of experience with the games. I just got my first one, MW3, like a month or 2 ago. I know a little bit of the storyline, and I've looked up a few canon things, but most of my experience is with fanfiction so far. I know there's some mixed feelings amongst the fandom as far as the fanfiction goes so I want to do my best to contribute in a positive way.

I encourage feedback and comments or additional ideas. Also, I'd love to join a Discord server about the different ships in the game so invite me if you'd like.

Without further delay, here's my COD Ghost x Soap prompt from earlier today:

You know the Underworld series? With the vampires and the werewolves? You know, specifically, Underworld: Rise of the Lycans?

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You know near the end when Lucian and Sonja are tied up, unable to reach each other as the sun rises? And it's stressful and painful but beautiful. And she looks up as the sun roof begins to open, but he's just begging her to look at him.

"Look at me, look at me. Keep your eyes on me."

And she takes strength from his gaze and she's able to face what happens next because he's there with her.

"I love you," he says.

"And I love you," she replies as the sun roof continues to open. She keeps her eyes on him until the end.

And he just screams in anguish and pain when she's gone. And the whole castle can hear him calling her name.

You know what I'm talking about?

Okay. So THAT idea but Ghost and Soap.

Hear me out. It's somewhat of a sci-fi/fantasy world. Ghost doesn't know what he is, not really. There are others like him, born from death, unkillable as far as he knows. Some sort of creature that humans start to call a Reaper. He's never really cared. And he's never really wanted to die.

Until he met Jonathan Riley.

And this was like maybe 2 or 3 hundred years ago. We're talking castles and horses and witch hunts. The supernatural world is unknown but humans are starting to learn. They're starting to see. They're calling anything non-human evil. It's bad. Werewolves, vampires, witches- all real. All in danger during these dark times.

And here he meets Jonathan Riley. Nothing special really. He's from a poor family, with several siblings, barely enough food to eat. He helps his dad in the stables, helps his mom in the kitchen. Keeps the little ones busy. Picks up odd jobs around the small village Simon only visits every other week. And really, he only does it to keep up the appearance of being a normal human.

It's one of these visits where he quite literally runs into Jonathan. And it's all history from there. Jonathan might not be anything special to the village, but he's everything to Simon. He's the world. Suddenly, life is full of color and wonder.

When a disease wreaks havoc on the village, killing almost everyone, it's only Simon and Jonathan who come out unscathed. Fingers to be pointed. Whispers start to poison what remaining ears are left to listen.

And so Simon and Jonathan are put to death for witchcraft. At least, Jonathan is. They try to break Simon down and all they learn is that he can take a beating and not break. They know he's something else. A demon maybe. And he gave the magic of witchcraft to Jonathan who will be burned at the stake.

And here's where we have the Underworld Rise of Lycans scene. Simon is beaten and broken, chained down as he's forced to watch the pyre burn down his whole world.

When he's eventually freed he brings death upon everyone who played a part in taking Jonathan's life. He becomes the demon that they feared.

He wastes away for a while after that, not caring about anything. Not eating or sleeping, just wandering. Watching the dull gray fog of time pass him by, wishing he could die and join his beloved Jonathan in the after life.

Eventually, the supernatural world is fully revealed. It takes a while for the two worlds to work hand in hand, but one day there's hardly anyone left who remembers the time when supernatural creatures had to hide. There's just Simon and the few others like him who can't seem to die.

He lived so long in the shadows as a ghost that he still, to this day, doesn't know how Price got a hold of him. How anyone got a hold of him. But they found him. Recruited him. And when they asked for his name?

Simon Riley.

It gives him a purpose again, being part of the 141. They call him Ghost. How right they were. He was just a shell. Nothing more than a directionless shade until Price came along.

And then, one day, the world bursts back into amazing wonderful color and warmth.

Enter in one John "Soap" MacTavish.

Long story short, Soap is the reincarnation of Jonathan Riley.

And they get to fall in love with each other all over again.

Sorry this is so long. It got away from me a little bit LOL

[myhauntedsalem]

What Really Happens During the Witching Hour?

Are you a believer in the supernatural? Do you believe that entities like ghosts, demons, witches, and other magical creatures actually exist and live among us? If so, then you probably have heard about the witching hour.

As the name suggests, the witching hour is the time of day when people believe that these supernatural beings are most active and powerful. Many different communities have different hours of the day they refer to as the witching hour but the generally accepted time is between 3 a.m. and 4 a.m. Others believe that it is at midnight mainly because it is a special time when the day actually begins.

Depending on where you come from and what the society there believes to be real or myth, there are many different ideas on what actually happens during the witching hour. Below are some examples from different communities on what different supernatural creatures get up to during their special time.

Witches, sorcerers, and other magic practitioners – Almost every community anywhere in the world believes in the existence of these. They happen to be the very reason why the whole idea of the witching hour was conceived. It is believed that at this time, they carry out their various rituals in an attempt to tap maximum magical power.

Ghosts – In some communities, there is the belief that during the witching hour, the barrier between the world of the living and the dead is lifted. This allows ghosts to move in between the two realms. Although there isn’t really any sufficient supportive evidence, there have been several cases of people who claimed to have seen or heard ghosts at midnight or during the hours after midnight before sunrise.

Demons and evil spirits – Unlike ghosts, these are believed to roam the world in the bodies of people or animals that they possess. They are also included in the witching hour theory where they are believed to be most active and cause the most terror.

Mediums – Mediums are people who are believed to have the ability to communicate with the dead and channel their spirits for other people to communicate with them. There are places where they are believed to be most active during the witching hour. According to believers in the supernatural world, there is a relationship between the activity of ghosts and mediums at this hour.

Other supernatural creatures – Other creatures such as vampires and werewolves are also believed to be most active not only during the witching hour but the entire night in general.

As the belief in the existence of the supernatural continues to grow, the witching hour is no longer limited only to witches. Over the years there have been many claims of sightings of unusual creatures or activities during this given time interval. Generally, anything that is associated with darkness and evil has historically been considered potentially active during the witching hour.

Technology and science are slowly replacing the ideas about supernatural beings and abilities in modern societies. Things like witch hunts and exorcisms are very rare occurrences but this does not in any way mean that everyone has abandoned their belief in the existence of the witching hour.

Some people often experience breaks in their sleep where they find themselves waking up at odd hours of the night including the witching hour itself. According to doctors and neuroscientists, this is completely normal brain behavior and should not cause alarm. This however does not stop some people from panicking and blaming the phenomenon on supernatural things.

The witching hour has also been adapted into modern society literature and film with many movies and books being structured around that particular theme.

Despite there being no actual evidence to support claims of supernatural events, it goes without saying that a lot of weird stuff happens during the witching hour. Maybe it is people taking advantage of the hype created in the past in an attempt to scare people, or maybe it is actually the best time for people with special abilities to tap their powers. At the end of the day, it is your beliefs that matter.

[ohbo-ohno]

But!!!! What if!!!! The Princess’ entire kingdom is a werewolf kingdom. And!!! And maybe the Princess is a vampire from her mother’s side. Then the Princess’ escape options are even fewer because she can’t go out in the sun. Maybe she even gets addicted to Simon’s blood because of how good it is but hates Johnny’s (says it tastes like a dog’s) - 🕸

oh spiderweb.... i love you...

vampire king and queen who keep the werewolf population oppressed in their kingdom, and their daughter the princess promises her werewolf guard she'll make changes when she gets into power - but vampires are immortal, so she's stuck waiting for some outside for to kill her parents so she can make real change

but then here comes ghost (wraith? dragon? demon? idk!) who does kill her parents, but he doesn't put princess in power, for obvious reasons.

but... he is making changes. even if johnny's loyalty is to the princess, she never could make real change and ghost definitely is. and he keeps asking johnny for advice on how to best help werewolves, so he really feels like he's actually helping

and princess fucking hates ghost. yes it's good that he's making things better for the wolves, of course, but also... everything gets worse for her. suddenly the entire kingdom is on a day schedule, so princess always feels like she's missing everything.

and ghost does this horribly annoying thing where he always acts like he's doing her a favor. yes she's missing all sorts of meeting with diplomats, but she needs her sleep and he can't restructure everything in the kingdom for one little vampire, can he? no, no, that wouldn't be fair! she'll just have to talk to ghost when she wakes up to catch up on everything she missed <3 johnny can even be there, to make her more comfortable if she'd like

and it would make it so easy for ghost to bring johnny to his side, because he can show him real tangible evidence of what good he's doing. things are getting better, and the proof is right in front of his face everyday that he sees his people freed from their leashes

also princess needing blood but hating johnny's :( johnny hates being fed off of because it goes against every animal instinct he has, but it also hurts his feelings that he apparently tastes like dog and that his favorite person in the world hates the way he tastes. ghost just sees an opportunity, though, and totally forces princess to drink exclusively from him

i like in the vampire diaries how when vampires don't drink enough blood they just slow down a lot and eventually become statues. let's imagine something like that here - princess trudging around all slow and sleepy and ghost just smirking, says oh? did i forget to give you breakfast, princess? i'm so sorry, why dont we fix that. c'mere, on my lap. and holds her real close, keeps a hand on the back of her neck to hold her in place

pulls her off when she tries to take too much :( grabs her by the hair and tugs her right off, smiles a little when she whines and tries to go for more. swipes his fingers over the blood, holds them in front of her mouth and nearly laughs when she licks desperately at each of his fingers to get every little drop

[thegnomelord]

Nom

- 🦈

(What eldritch would price be?

He wouldn't be an eldritch dragon since there should already one.

Or hes also an eldrtich god of dragons, just one of the many, plain and simple like that. He protects dragons when they fish or thread the waters. Heal them when they fall in the waters. Heck maybe even starts his own cult.

Like dragons start to realise there's another god that like is a dragon god, so they start worship him just by pure instinct. They find out "holy fuck i can breath fire in water, wait i can fuckin breath in water?!" They see a shark hybrid and are like theyre hot. Just how the future generations mirror the gods.

Great, now im thinking of dragon shark hybrids. What would they look like. Fins akin to wings. Sharper teeth. Hot body instead of cold blooded because fire flows through their veins. Shinny fish as courting rituals. Teeth as courting rituals? Heh shark with horns.

Wait if 141 becomes eldritch would they just be oxean based eldritches of their species?

Like gas protect harpies in water related travels or conundrums. Allow water based birds to catch more fish and swim faster in said water. Same goes for soap, like werewolves can dive deeper and paddle faster. Ghost is just about to aloow wraiths to craw through the shadows of the ocean.

Brainrot thanks to 🐙 anon.)

Okay but also the angst you could bring from this. like just imagine dying and knowing you're dead.

But the next thing you know you wake up, you're still you, but your body isn't. You can't even remember what you looked like, too many limbs, too many teeth, a distorted version of you — an imposter with your memories. The people you knew are long dead, the world you knew is dead, replaced just like you have been.

And all the while the eldritch god you loved so dearly is happy you're awake, purring words older than humanity itself into your ears, seeing nothing wrong with taking away what had made you- you.

God, you really were just a toy in the sandbox for them.

[lionlena]

Dancing With Your Ghost (JavierPeñaxghost!reader) Part IV

Summary: You are a ghost (sort of) and you don’t remember what happened to you. You only know your name and you feel that something bad has happened to you. The only person who sees you and hears you is Javier, so you don’t leave him because you believe he’ll help you. That he will solve the mystery of what happened to you.

Warnigs: the reader is a ghost, mentions of death, angst, later chapters will also include descriptions of severe wounds, blood… And also sadness, anxiety, little smut but later

A/N: Title inspired by this song

Part IV

Javi watched you walk around the office and couldn't help but smile slightly. You acted like a child and he wondered again how old you might be. You looked like 24, maybe 26, but he knew you might as well have been 22 or 28. You couldn't give him an answer to that question. Right now, you were acting like a six-year-old in a candy store.  

And of course, Chris got one blank message on a pager. Javi just rolled his eyes and shook his head as you looked at him. In return, you gave him one of your sweetest smiles and shrugged.

After all, what's the point of being a ghost if you can't make a little mischief? 

After a while, even gathering office gossip got boring and you went back to Javier's office. He didn't notice you approaching him. As a ghost you moved silently, so he couldn't hear you. He was going through a folder with pictures of dead women. You held your breath and squealed. Just then he realize you were there and quickly closed the briefcase muttering, "Sorry."  

You shook your head and quietly asked: "These are pictures... Are you looking for..." 

Javier looked at you sadly: "Your body is not here."  

You nodded your head and bit your lip. "Do you watch a lot of this?"  

"What should I answer you? Too much, for..."  

Javier stopped as he saw Daniel coming towards him. 

"Boss, we have something. We think we know where Miguel's son is. It can get rough."  

Javier stood up abruptly and nodded his head: "Go, I'll catch up with you in a moment."  

He grabbed the receiver of the phone and looked at you with worried eyes.  

"Please Y/N, stay here. I can't during the action..."  

Before he finished his sentence, you nodded, "I know. Just be careful."  

"I will," he replied and took his gun from the desk.  

Before leaving his office, he paused in the doorway for a moment and looked at you. You gave him a soft smile and then he continued walking.  

In fact, you really wanted to go with him, but you had already realized that his job was sometimes very dangerous. You also knew you were distracting him, even when you didn't say anything. Javier even told you that once: "I can't help but think what will happen if a bullet goes through you. Yes, I know, nothing should happen to you, but... What if it's like silver bullets and werewolves." You rolled your eyes and he gave you an annoyed look. "Well, if you exist, then maybe werewolves too." 

It made you laugh a bit, but... You didn't want to see what would happen if you actually got in the crossfire. The truth was that neither of you had any idea how this whole, "ghosted" thing worked.

For example, you noticed that it was hard for you to walk through thick walls, so most of the time you chose the door but you didn't know why wall thickness was a problem.

You sighed heavily and sat down in his chair. You were worried about him, but there was nothing you could do. It wasn't just that Javi was the only person you could talk to. Just like that... You liked him.

You spent the next hours wandering around the increasingly empty floor. You watched people gather their things and go home. And all you thought was that you didn't have a home. Maybe in the past, if someone asked you if you wanted to be a ghost, you'd say, "Yeah, sure, that must be fucking awesome."

Well, it wasn't.

There was nothing cool about watching other people can live, while you couldn't even pick a stupid pen off the floor.

There was nothing awesome about not being able to talk to anyone but one person. Yes, Javi was your only ray of sunshine, even when he was grumpy. But that wasn't that nice either. You were addicted to one person. And you knew he was tired of you sometimes.

Lost in your thoughts, you didn't even notice Javier approaching.

"Tough day?" he asked in a tired voice.

You lifted your head up and smiled. You looked at him carefully, looking for any signs of injury, and breathed a sigh of relief  when you not seeing anything.

"Did you catch him?" you asked, but his heavy sigh was the answer.

Javier poured himself a whiskey and sat down on the couch. He was no longer wearing a tie, the top buttons of his shirt undone, and the sleeves rolled up. He was tired, but you thought he looked hot anyway.

"The motherfucker tricked us," he hissed.

You bit your lip not knowing how to react. How were you supposed to help him? If you could, you would sit next to him. Maybe you could start massaging his tense shoulders. If only he would let you kiss his jaw, climb into his lap and undo his pants...

You shook your head. God, where did you keep having these thoughts?

"Stechner's computer burned down," you blurted out suddenly.

"What?" Javier snapped his head up, clearly intrigued.

"Maybe... I was exaggerating a bit. I just wanted to tease him, but suddenly something clicked and the computer started smoking."

Javier tipped his head back and started laughing.

"It's good to know I wasn't the only one having a fucked up day."

You smiled as you watched Javier's mood improve. Maybe he shouldn't be so happy about Bill's bad luck, but... You knew Stechner was an asshole.

Javier finally got up and said, "Let's go home."

You suddenly felt happier. Even if he didn't mean you were going back to "yours" home, you felt better.

 *

(A month later)

It's funny how things can go wrong so quickly. After failing to catch David, Javier grew more nervous and frustrated every day. You've seen how sometimes it's hard for him to keep from growling at you. You heard him mention someone names Cristina a few times, but when you asked about her, he brushed you off in half sentences. Sometimes you deliberately left the apartment before he came back so he could calm down.

You were disappointed and sad. You understood that he was tired, but you had the feeling that he had completely abandoned your case. You tried to be patient, but it didn't always work.

When you showed up at home after midnight, you were surprised to find that Javier wasn't there. You ignored it at first. You figured he'd gone to the prostitutes and would come by in the morning for fresh clothes.

But he wasn't there in the morning or in the afternoon. You started to panic. You turned on the TV on the news program, anxiously awaiting some news.

Killing a DEA agent would have been publicized for sure, but they didn't say anything on the news either.

Late in the evening, you were already so restless that you decided to go to the embassy. You knew the way and figured you might hear something there.

But just as you were about to leave, Javier entered the apartment.

You immediately ran over to him.

"Where were you? I was worried about you. I was afraid that..."

"Are you playing wife again?!" he growled. "What was I supposed to do? Call? From what I remember, you don't have the ability to pick up the phone."

You shook your head and took a step back. You didn't understand why he was like this again. You tried to lighten the situation somehow.

"I'm sorry... Is it weird that I was worried about you?"

Javier put his hands on his sides and took deep breaths. He wanted to calm down, but Cristina's words hit him again and again: "You think you're a hero", "you are a piece of shit ."

She was right, but why didn't you see it? Why didn't you understand that you'd be better off without him?

"You were worried about who would solve your case if I died."

His words were like a blow.

"Why are you saying that? You know it's not true. I like you."

He threw his hands up in the air and looked at you angrily.

"And that's the problem! Can't you see that?! You've been with me for two months and... Nothing! Stop believing I'll help you. Stop believing I'm a good person because the truth is I'm a bastard. I save people when it suits me. I allow people to be killed when I see no other way. You don't know anything about me!" He took a deep breath and calmly said, "I'm really sorry, but I can't help you, it's too hard."

You felt like you were about to cry, but you didn't want to give him the satisfaction. You took a step towards him and growled.

"Have you thought for a moment how hard it is for me?! I'm dead Javier! I will never dance with anyone again, never eat ice cream, never hug anyone, never kiss anyone... Not only you and your work are the most important in this world, you know?"

Javier clenched his jaw and rubbed his hand restlessly across his neck. Why did you have to remind him of what hurt him the most? Yes, he couldn't hug you. He couldn't kiss you. This frustrated him so much and he lost control of his anger.

"Yeah, you're dead! You can wait another week or two... You can wait fucking years, but living people whose lives depend on me can't wait! Yes, it's sad that you're dead, but you can still do something. Why don't you just get on a plane and see the world?! You can be free. You can enjoy..."

"Life!" you growled. You would hit him if you could. "You don't know what it's like to be a ghost! You don't know what it's like to feel that kind of pain!" He looked at you surprised. "Yes Javier, I feel pain, constantly... Pressure, right here." You touched your chest. "You don't know if I have time. You think so, but two months ago you didn't even believe in me, and now you're a ghost specialist! What if we have limited time to get to the other side? What if I'm going to hell tomorrow? Forgive me that I bothered you, but you were my only chance."

Javier took a step towards you, stretched out his hand, and tried to say something, but you turned around and ran outside. You knew he wouldn't follow you. He wouldn't have had a chance to catch you, but you didn't stop running.

You decided to go to the airport and fly to the farthest place you could find. Maybe Javier was right.

He wasn't who you thought he was, and maybe...

Maybe there was someone else in the world who could help you

*

Javier stood paralyzed. What was he thinking? He just let the worst-case scenario come true. You disappeared and he might never see you again. He'll never tell you that you were probably the best thing that ever happened to him. Even if he hated not being able to touch you. Or maybe that's why he talked to you in a way he didn't talk to anyone else woman.

"Fuck!" he screamed and slammed his hand against the wall.

Why did this blonde, snorting cocaine whenever she had the chance, have to mess with his mind? Okay, he wasn't a good man, but he risked his life for her, not only because he needed her husband's testimony. He felt sorry for her, worried about her... But he was much more worried about you. It didn't matter that you were a ghost. Something bad could still happen to you.

"Fuck it!" he shouted and grabbed his car keys.

He had no idea where he was going, but it didn't matter. He was just going to drive around looking for you. He couldn't lose you. Not yet.

*

You took an empty seat on the plane, by the window and watched as you were moving away from the ground. You sighed heavily as you felt a familiar tingle. It wasn't your first time trying to leave this cursed city.

You closed your eyes and when you opened them you were back on a familiar street.

Javier's heart skipped when he finally found you. You were sitting on the curb, on the street where he first saw you. He parked the car and cautiously walked towards you. There was no one around, so he didn't have to worry about what others would think when they saw him talking to the void.

"Hey, I had a feeling I'd find you here. I don't know why, but I thought you might be here."

You pulled your legs closer to you, wrapping your arms around them. Javier stood right above you, but you didn't even look at him. "I'm sorry for what I said." Again, no response. He sighed and sat down next to you. "So what, now you can't see me? It's pretty funny." If only he could nudge you lightly with his elbow to make you laugh a little. "I have to admit, it's really annoying when someone pretends not to see or hear you."

Still not looking at him, you mumbled, "I've tried to get out of here before while you were gone. I got on a plane, but as soon as the machine takes off into the sky, suddenly I'm here. It's the same if I get in a truck when I cross city borders... I land here. Today I tried again and... I've been sitting here for two hours."

Javier looked at you and sighed, "Sorry, I didn't know."

You shrugged. "But it doesn't matter anyway. I've been thinking about it and... What if I traveled the world? Who would I tell about it?" You finally looked at him and saw the sadness in his eyes. "I don't have anyone, Javi. It's just me and this fucking city. If I could at least see other ghosts, but apparently there's something wrong with me. So I'm sorry for stalking you, but..." You swallowed and mumbled, "I only have you."

Javier nodded, and... God, if he could hug you. He would pull you close to him and hold you until all your sadness was gone. But the only way he could comfort you was with words, and that had never been his strong suit.

"Maybe I'm not a ghost specialist, but... I know people and I can tell you that you didn't deserve all of this. You didn't deserve the words I said. And..." You noticed, that he was nervous. "Sometimes I think I only have you." You raised your eyebrows. "Yes, I know how it sounds, but... I don't talk to anyone like I talk with you. No one sees what you see." You nodded. "Sometimes I'm afraid you'll leave and I won't get a chance to say goodbye one last time."

You opened your mouth to say something but realized you didn't know what to say. You couldn't promise him anything. No matter how much you wanted to, you were no longer in control of your existence.

Javier must have noticed your embarrassment because he quickly got up and started walking towards the car. "Come on," he said but did not get into the car. He opened the driver's side door, turned on the radio, and found a slow Spanish song.

You were really surprised by his behavior. "What are you doing?"

"I will dance with you."

You laughed and looked at him skeptically. "Have you forgotten that you can't touch me?"

"Just stay close to me. Come on."

You looked around. "Seriously, do you want to do it here?" He just shrugged his arms. "All right."

You stood as close to him as you could, and he raised his hands as if he were holding you by the waist. His fingers dug into your incorporeal body a little, but you didn't mind. You felt a slight flow of energy from his body and smiled.

"Alright, I'll tell you what to do." You nodded. "A step back."

You did as he instructed and he took a step forward. "Now step left, step right." He followed your movements as if in a mirror image. "A step forward. And again, a step back..."

You giggled and shook your head. "You must look like a lunatic now."

"I'm just dancing with your ghost."

You smiled and continued dancing.

A/N: Sorry, Javier lost his temper, again. And in case you haven't noticed, I don't like Cristina. I think she was stupid and selfish and... Didn't Javi really notice that she was on drugs? :P If someone doesn't know her, here she is: Cristina Jurado

Please don't pay too much attention to the timeline in season three, because I've messed it up quite a bit already.

Part III

Part V

Taglist: @aestheticangel612​ @kittenlittle24​  @creedslove​ @ranahx​ @hxpburn76

[imagine-shenanigans]

I've got severe brain worms from @391780 's fic Into Your Veins, and now I'm thinking of all the different scenarios where the 141 are also monsters in the apocalypse. like. obsessively. Also fat/chubby reader because mmmmmm yaes <3

Also this is basically just rambles and ranting over ideas for like, however long this got i didnt actually check teehee

We already have vampire simon so I won't touch on that because that is Specifically Their Brain Worms but I can't stop laughing every single time over the sunflower seeds incident (and every other similar one).

//

Soap as a werewolf is soooooo funny to me. Like he's constantly in this battle of "Don't swallow don't swallow don't swallow" whenever he rips a zombie in half with his teeth in wolf form and then confusion as to why people would think he's possibly infected. "Wdym I'm infected I'm just a little guy. I'm so cute. I wouldn't ever do anything. Smiles." He can't cover distance like Ghost or Gaz can, and sure he doesn't have the same authority that Price does, but he's a damn good soldier, and he's got some of the most sheer brute force on the team. So when Price tells him to start scouting in an area for survivors, he does! He's very thorough, combs over the area with a precision that would make most soldiers weep with jealousy.

He ends up scenting reader before he sees them, watches their little house from a distance. He's not patient like Simon, but he does watch reader for awhile, watches them surviving, all on their own in this little plot of land. Ends up watching your plush hips sway as you set out the laundry to dry. He's mesmerized, as he watches the sweat drip down your skin while you reinforce a few of your traps, go over the house with a fine toothed comb. You can't see him in the shadows, but by god is he seeing you. (And your ass - god he can't stop staring.)

He's not nearly patient enough to wait, so he waltzes right up, thinking his charming smile and accent is enough to win him some brownie points. He's halfway through a pickup line, maybe, when you level a shotgun at his face, completely unamused.

He's in love.

You refuse to go with him, but Price gave him orders and there's no WAY he's letting you go, not after he's seen your thighs and imagined himself using them as earmuffs. Not after he's thinking of a cute domestic life, providing for you like a good mate, and look at how precious you are, threatening him and -

and you shoot him.

Right in the chest, and thank god for the fact that it takes more than a few bullets to kill him because he's tearing through his skin in an instant, bones cracking and sinew melding as he quickly drops into his wolf form (which, jesus christ he's fucking HUGE) to help ease some of the pain and kickstart his healing process. He snarls right in your face and snaps your damn gun in half with his teeth before he tells you he'll be back in a week. (later, he feels bad, certainly, but only for frightening you)

You freak out, because JESUS CHRIST WEREWOLVES ARE REAL TOO????

Johnny's back in a week as promised, after spending a few days in bed and eating anything he could get his hands on all while gushing about the pretty little soft thing he's bringing back. He even goes out of his way to bring you a gift!!! He hunts down a deer on the way through the woods near your home, bringing dinner so he can butcher it and you can cook it because of course he's bringing you back for practical reasons but if he's going to court you no you don't need to know that.

You're gone when he comes to the home, every last item packed away and shoved into the back of the car he'd seen you drive. He's furious that his hard work will go to waste, so he helps himself to the rest of what you've got in the house and decides to store everything away for when he's on his way back to base. Fights his urge to track you down only for long enough to be practical, and then he's on the hunt.

It doesn't take him long to find you - he can run faster than your car can go cautiously while trying not to attract attention from a horde of zombies, and even though he's living he doesn't attract the same attention from the freaks that you do in a car with a gun. He tracks you down in no time flat, smiling as he taps on your window where you're parked inconspicuously to catch a few minutes of sleep.

When you scream, he laughs and waves, threatens with one clawed hand to slash the tires if you don't come out. Practicality wins in this case, and he has a long talk with you about coming back with him. He's sure he's just about convinced you when you slap him, throwing something at him that has him howling in white-hot pain. He can hear your apologies through sobs as you push him and he tangles with whatever you've thrown at him, trying to get it off in a blind panic, and you've driven off before he can stop you.

When he finally has a moment to breathe, the damn thing off of him, he realizes you'd tied together a small net of necklace chains - silver. necklace chains.

He's as angry as he as endeared, really. It's a game now, of fetch, of tag, he's not sure - he just ends up changing pace, gently herds you back in the direction of the base like a cattle dog. You're furious when he finally pops your tires when you're a good two days away from the base, just hefts you up on a shoulder and pats your ass while he walks with you. He's so smug about it too, and by all accounts, he's won your hand in marriage by finding you, whether or not you agree yet.

//

Now, I'm not as familiar with Gaz as I'd like to be (because I got introduced with Ghoap stuff for my entry into the fandom) so please pardon if my characterization is off but I do love him dearly and eat up all content I end up seeing of him.

I'm slightly biased with Gaz being a harpy because I just love the idea of him being a bird of prey like a peregrine falcon (and i think its bluegiragi who has the monster au of him as a harpy?) or a shifter of some sort like a panther or a cheetah (i'm biased towards cheetah actually, because I love the pictures/videos of cheetahs getting emotional support golden retrievers).

Since my idea for this isn't EITHER of those options, please consider reader putting spike traps on the roof for a bird Gaz like stores put up on their signs. He gets real angry about it for a couple days and then figures out exactly how/where to land so he can perch on your roof anyway, scaring the shit out of you when he's just sitting there, chin in his hands, with a shit eating grin when you go to make sure everything's alright on the roof.

Anyway, for this I'm actually thinking fae Gaz - he's been living amongst humans for as long as he can really remember. He's not a changeling, but his mum was fae and she loved his dad. He's visited the fae realm once or twice (and, as convincing as his mum is when he visits her, he nearly forgets about the time dissonance every single visit - none are as bad as the first time, when he had no clue about it, and ended up being gone for fifty years.)

He's sent to greet you when Ghost majestically fails, and Cap'n doesn't quite want to set Soap loose on the poor reader (yet). Ends up falling in love with how clever you are, soft hands slipping into gloves as you pile leaves over the thin nets over the punji pits and bear traps. He's military trained across multiple decades, he's seen all kinds of war (even though he's still relatively young in comparison - he stopped physically aging somewhere in his twenties, but he's barely been alive for like, fifty years) and he's seen all kinds of tricks.

He watches you pour over old books that you've either scavenged or already had, learning how to make simple, but effective traps. The older types of traps are such a clever idea when combined with new ones. The type doesn't matter much to zombies, but the combination of different types will keep humans (and others) on their guard.

He really really really intends to talk to you, instead of lingering in the shadows like a creep.

You end up seeing him, and through sheer luck (or wit, Gaz isn't honestly sure) when he asks that you give him your name, you say; "Give me your name first."

He's stuck at that one, because Gaz has spent years talking around subjects but this pretty little human just points a shotgun at him and demands his attention. He can't even think to talk around the reason he's there when he changes the subject awkwardly, and you insist on his name.

He can't give you his name, his power, not even his nickname, so it ends with him awkwardly leaving.

He's the absolute butt of the joke when he gets back to base after slipping into the trees (so embarrassed that he doesn't take the time to make sure you can't see him do it) and goes straight back to base utilizing a mushroom circle and the sheer willpower to not get distracted as he slips between realms. Makes a week long trek into an hour's worth of walking.

When he returns, he knocks politely, eyeing the newly replaced doorknob.

When he touches it, out of curiosity, he's gobsmacked to find out you've either found a new knob, or cast the old one in cold iron. He touches it three full times in complete disbelief, watches the skin on his hands grow irritated and blister.

You smirk when you open the door, make some shitty joke that he's pretty sure is a twilight reference that would make Ghost furious, and then you tell him you figured it out pretty quickly.

In comparison to Ghost and Soap, his romance is altogether extremely easy - he just keeps visiting every single day, calls you a nickname when you won't give him an actual answer.

He admires your caution, and falls just a little more in love when you call him something stupid like mushroom man.

In the end, what ends up convincing reader, I think, is that he fully gives them his name. It's akin to a proposal, and Gaz isn't quite sure how he feels when you don't realize it as you roll his name - Kyle Garrick on your tongue, testing it. You ask if you can keep calling him Mushie Man and some other stupid nickname and he laughs, presses a kiss to your temple for it. Says it's only fitting, and whispers your full name like a prayer.

He lets you stay in your home a little longer, as long as you need really, laces a misdirection hex into the branches that'll really only work on humans. He comes by every day, no matter what.

When you finally agree, he grabs your face and kisses you like you've given him the sun and stars and hung the moon just to illuminate his way.

//

For Price, I'm going to say dragon price because mmmm hot. Anyway I like to think it's a little bit of everything.

Ghost is the first - you find out really quickly that he fucking hates the counting trick you pull, so you're sure to carry a pocket full of something small just to piss him off if he gets too close. When you don't make eye contact (whether intentional or because you hate it) he's absolutely bewildered that this Soft Little Thing in the woods has so effectively blocked him from getting his job done initially that when he complains to Price, he puts his foot down. Says if Price thinks is so funny, he should send Johnny or Gaz out, see if they can do better.

And Price, sides hurting from laughing so much, agrees to make it Soap's problem next.

Soap returns, a net-like burn across his forearm from where you'd thrown tied together necklace chains at him. He's pissed, whines and moans for hours about how bad it hurts, and Price just snorts and tells him Shouldn't have tried to drag them out, then.

When intimidation and brute force don't work, Price lets Gaz have a go at it.

The man is practically radiating smugness as he goes to win, and Price is crying with laughter when Gaz comes back, his hands blistered and pride bruised. He clears his throat and says I think ah, I think they've just gone ahead and put every guard on the house they can think of. He does not tell anyone that the human ended up catching him in a net for half an hour afterwards, chiding him for the full thirty minutes about trying to open someone's door without asking.

(But Price knows.)

He ends up saying he's going to go deal with it himself to "Show them how it's done."

Really though, he's absolutely smitten with the idea of you. He knows that, given the time and will, his boys would absolutely bring you back - but he doesn't want that anymore. He has to see for himself the cute soft little human in the woods that's managed to catch all three of his best soldiers off guard because all three of them underestimated you.

He can't very well let anyone on base know (especially the civilians) what he is, so he waits until the dead of night to start flying - only does so when he's well past the point of being seen, even if it means he has to fly in his hybrid form, which is a little awkward when he doesn't do it as often.

He's a perfect gentleman when he walks up to your home at daybreak, letting his form go back to human.

He avoids every trap, tripwire, and camera that Simon and Johnny and Kyle had all warned him about so you don't have to spend your precious time and energy fixing them. He knocks on the door and waits until you open it, introduces himself as Captain John Price, love.

Apologies for the heavy handed attempts of his men as he stands on your doorstep. When you slam the door in his face he simply sighs and knocks again. And again, and again, until you finally relent and open the door back up.

He smiles, and asks if he can come in - you say no, and he smiles.

Love, if I wanted to I could push past you, I'm asking to be polite.

You freeze at that, trying to think, trying to evaluate. You're clever, he thinks with a pleased hum, half lidded eyes staring down at you. You sigh, and relent, finally - knowing that whatever battle that you'd be fighting uphill could at least be done over the breakfast you were starting to cook, and you didn't want to waste it.

Something twinges in John's chest as he sits at the table, and decides, like the rotten, greedy bastard he knows he is, that you're his. And not his like the rest of the people he's got, but his. You'll be his, no matter how long it takes him.

He lets you cook in silence, enjoying the mundane domesticity of it all, tucks into the plate of food gratefully, and feels like he's home.

After breakfast, John takes the time to ask you questions. About your past, about your hobbies outside of survival, how many things you've got that'll be coming with. When you remind him you haven't agreed, he chuckles and smooths a hand over your hair and reminds you that he hasn't asked.

You finally ask him what he is, and he blows a mote of smoke at you, watches the realization hit you before you go blank. A fucking dragon? You ask.

A fucking dragon, he responds.

John is extremely amused when you tell him to wait on the doorstep, and you go upstairs for something. When you come back down, you hand him a box full of jewelry (he almost laughs when he notices the amount of silver chains missing.)

He hands you the box back and curls a finger beneath your chin, calls you a silly girl/boy/pet and tells you that not all the stories are true. In this case, they are, of course- but he doesn't need to tell you that he hoards people, not things. That his hoard is every single person on base - doesn't tell you that his most treasured parts of his hoard are the three strong men who work directly with him, that he intends to keep them for as long as he lives, which will still be a damn long time coming, even if he's been around since before the middle ages.

You'll be his favorite of all though, he thinks.

He gives you a week, but tells you that his boys will keep an eye on you, make sure you're still there every day until he personally comes to escort you home. When you remind him, stubbornly, you are home, he laughs, and presses a kiss to your forehead while you stand there, bewildered.

In between that moment, and when you get back to base with him, I can't decide if its better if he ends up singlehandedly destroying a small horde of zombies with fire breath as the pits you've got full of traps fill up, or if it's better if he shows up with a box truck and a few men and they all end up moving you out of the house without asking. Maybe it's a mix of both - you decide!

But regardless, it ends exactly as he wants - you, tucked up into his lap as he reads reports and issues orders. He skips the dating and goes straight into being your husband - makes some sort of quip about being far too old (fashioned) to entertain the thought and goes straight to being married like "it used to be." Even though for a dragon he's still kinda young, hasn't even hit his comparative forties yet, actually. Even though it doesn't really matter, because as far as he's aware dragons don't die of old age so much as they die of other factors beyond their control. It's why he's so carefully cultivated his life towards survival thus far.

John lets you do whatever you want to keep you busy, the only real stipulation is that you come home to him at the end of the day. He's even quite respectful, really. He never touches you without your consent, aside from placing soft kisses on your temple or forehead, or cuddling up to you in your shared bed. (Which you say you only entertain because he's warm, and there's no heating in his room. But really, you love it when he holds you, and lets you hold him with no questions asked, all under the pretense of being half-asleep.)

He acts like he has all the time in the world for you to come around - and he does.

You'll be awfully sore later when you realize he's bound your life to his, even angrier when your teeth adjust and you can start seeing better. He'll pretend not to notice the changes at first to see what you think, and then he'll help you through all of them, cooing and sighing and rubbing into sore muscles as you learn how to control changing into your half-dragon form. Maybe in a couple hundred years you'll figure out how to fully transform into a dragon - maybe not.

[howlingday]

So, i have one ideia for The Jaune Werewolf AU: Silver and Salt.

Werewolves in Mythology have weakness to Silver Bullets, as we ALL know, but Brazilian Mythology says Werewolves fear Holy itens like Holy Water and Salt. You Can do Blake trying to feed him Salty food and him saying he has pressure problems or something similar.

Oh and there's also The thing of in Brazil werewolves Normally have at least 7 older sisters. If you want to know more about Mythology you can dm me.

Previously

It had been a few months since Jaune came forward about all the secrets he'd kept from his friends, and yet the biggest secret had remained all the more kept from them. But these secrets would not stay hidden for long. Blake had been hot on the trail of this Jaune Arc since his reveal to her that he was creature of the night.

...Okay, maybe it wasn't exactly that and maybe that term could use a bit of an update, but her point still stands: Jaune needs to come forward and admit that he is a werewolf, just like all of his kin! ...Okay, wow, these are some really aggressive statements she's making, but they're all with good intentions, she swears!

...Okay, that's enough thinking.

Instead, it was time to focus from the past to the present, in which she is following Jaune on one of his nightly walks. What started as a once a month gradually grew into a once every other night for the young werewolf. Blake noticed this increased departure and now decided to start following why he'd do this so suddenly.

He made his way out of the city, taking the bus to the outskirts where the cemetery sat. The two departed and entered the resting place of many a civilian and huntsman. Sadly, not all of these tombs were filled, instead replaced by a cherished memento of the dearly departed, as there were many an instance when the body couldn't be found, or worse, couldn't be buried in so little plots with so many pieces.

Blake kept her distance, though she and Jaune both paid to enter the cemetery. Due to the natural increase of negative emotions that may occur while attending, two huntresses had to be paid protection fees when visitors came. Thus far, no Grimm had even wounded their prey upon their reveal. Whatever the kingdom did to ensure the safety of it's mourners, it did well enough with their current plan.

"Oy! Water you doin ear?!" Blake flinched at the gruff voice. Looking up, she saw a burly man, hunched over like his head and shoulders were too heavy to be supported by his back. He had a tooth jutting out of his lower lip, which was extended further than his upper lip, and swollen left eye that she was sure impairing his eyesight. "Shooden you be up in the clouds?"

Was he shouting at a ghost who had left the graveyard? Or maybe an angel who'd descended to Remnant with a prophecy? Or perhaps-

"I'm back for another lesson~!"

Or it was another case of Jaune being Jaune, making all sorts of new friends wherever he goes.

"Anudder one?" The hunched man rubbed his chin. "Iza furteenth tem this week!"

"Yeah, I guess it is!" Jaune said with a laugh. "But I'm curious what else you can teach me!"

"Foin! Foin!" He waved his hands in the air. "Bet only after yeh tell me aboot yerself!" He hobbled away from Jaune. "Nah errynigh I getta tuk up a where wulf."

"Sure, sure." Jaune chuckled. "But, uh, I don't know about being a werewolf. It kinda makes me sound like a monster."

"Buh thaz what ya err!" The gent said as he approached a grave, before smacking it's stone with his cane. He then tossed Jaune a shovel. "Ta dig wit ya!"

Jaune nodded, digging his blade into the dirt before the headstone. She'd heard many stories about werewolves digging into graves to consume the corpses inside. Such a horrifying thought made her stomach churn, but still she crept closer. She had to see for herself.

"Noof!" Jaune stopped, looking to the gravekeeper. "Ah, juss a fyoo way froom a meeder!" Jaune began refilling the hole. "Yoos yer back en shoolders!"

"Yes, sir!"

"An whattaya sistas? Ya had seven?"

"Yup! All older sisters!" Jaune patted the ground. "And before you ask, no, they're not werewolves."

"Ull bleeve it win uh sees it."

Blake crept closer, noticing Jaune's muscular back facing her. By everything she considered precious, he was built like a wall of animal hair and endurance. She started imagining rubbing it as he laid in their bed, before turning over and grabbing her and-

"OY! WATER YOU DOIN EAR?!" Blake jumped at the sudden shout in her ears. "Nuh uh ya degenerates err loud in ear!"

"Blake?" She looked up to see Jaune towering over him. "When did you get here?"

Blake prepared for this moment! She thrust forward an emblem from Menagerie; a dual-sided mask with opposing horns. She waved it around, keeping her feet firm in the ground. She never really believed in the God of Animals, but if just this once, she could- "Ow!"

"Doon be shaygin that ear!" The gravekeeper shouted, shaking his cane. "It raddles up the ghosties!"

"Blake, were you following me?" She looked into Jaune's eyes, immediately regretting her decision as she fell for his big, blue puppy-dog eyes.

"Y-Yes..." Blake sighed. "You kept sneaking out, so I thought you might have been..."

"Oh... I get it now." Suddenly, he caught her in his powerful grip. "You were worried about me." He looked to his friend, though Blake didn't notice because she was in hairy, muscular heaven~. "I'll take it from here, Mr. Damp. Thanks again for tonight's lesson."

"Dinna minshun it." He then shook his cane at Blake. "Bet be worry aboot that one. She ruhminds me of me wife!"

[toonqueen]

Duckvember Day 17: Agent Duck

Soooo I have an OC in Ducktales/Darkwing Duck that is an Agent. Agent Gemini works for Shush for the paranormal department. She /appears/ not to be a magic user. She actually has a gun that can cast spells with cartridges that do different spells. (A little bit like Darkwing’s gas gun but does more.  She has a wide range of helpful spells in those cartridges. 

She tries to act all serious and very law abiding but she has a relaxed side that can find humor in things. She’s also not /that/ lawful. If something the agent has been sent to capture is just misunderstood, she’ll let it go and fib to SHUSH. 

Agent Gemini is always willing to help others. She is very secretive about her past though.  Maybe I will spill secrets on a later prompt. MAYBE.

Here’s a picture of her I commissioned from @emilylorange

I also had a job resume written for her for RP land.  For her work prior to now working for SHUSH.

WORK RESUME:

Agent Gemini’s files start out with many high recommendations from other agencies around the world that she did positive work for.

All her cases are well written and detail apprehending targets. For someone that gets into paranormal situations though her encounters are written very dry. It's not different from reading an average police report of an average criminal. Instead though, it’s fighting werewolves, vampires, demons, and stopping the awakening of elder gods worded like it's just another day at the office. Many of these cases mention that when a situation gets hard she retreats, then pulls herself together and ends up getting the set target captured in the end.

Quite a few cases are often finding out the situations weren't paranormal at all. Ghosts end up being regular mortals distracting authorities from finding treasure the deceased homeowner left behind.

Her thesis works however are written with more energy and entertainment value. Some of her theoretical papers of the paranormal include:

--How to Win Cryptids and Influence Hunters

A long essay on how hunting criminal supernatural beings is more than just showing up and capturing them. The only way to a successful mission is to use the environment around them as a part of the trap. It seems partly like some metaphysical pseudoscience but other makes a lot of sense. Especially the part about getting to know the politics of local hunters and working with them if they prove to be reliable.

--Modern Paranormals and the Morons that Bother Them

This essay is filled with many theories of there being ‘new age’ paranormal beings that operated outside of the usual rules of the old school supernatural beings that are usually hunted. The essay seems to study personal interactions with modern paranormals and divides them into different categories.

It also explains how these new age anomalies are between a rock and a hard place. On one side they often have hunters aggressively going after them. On the other side older supernatural beings do not help these newcomers under the umbrella of protection and comradeship they share with fellow ‘old school’ paranormals.

--The Trice Paradox

A long essay describing different theories on why the Nega-Verse and Posi-Verse exist. It includes theories based on natural cataclysms like the meteor that took out the dinosaurs, supernatural interference, and even an elder god battle that may have caused reality to split. The essay calls the Prime-Verse’ the ‘Middle-Verse’ instead. It also theorizes that not all alternate dimensions have the Nega and Posi-Verse.

--Evoking Erinyes and other Arcane Accomplices for Fun and Defense

A much shorter essay than the others that answers follow up questions to the essay, ‘How to Win Cryptids and Influence Hunters.’ It also adds information of using helpful summons, charms and artifacts in the same way you would get supernatural beings and hunters to help.

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Education

Starts out with regular public school and high school in Duckburg. It then goes to a year of college in Rome. Then to a semester in Eldritch Academy. She ends up finishing a degree in Egypt. Her majors include Archeology, Linguistics, and Cryptozoology. Her status of graduating from the Egyptian college lists her as a Almurid min Alkasandra.

There is a lot of referral letters are at the end of her file. Much like the praising at the beginning there are a few notes added by other organizations. All her previous jobs were paranormal organizations. However she does have experience in going undercover for several cases when needed.

An organization out of the Middle East had her investigating old supernatural reports and theorizing what could have happened even decades ago. She was very hard working in her research and gave above average results. Her reports were accurate and professional. She often had a great insight and often found physical evidence of creatures and artifacts.

An organization out of Europe gives Gemini high marks and a high capture rate. However, they also express a concern that she allows certain targets that are not violent threats to go free. Though this cannot be proven since her catch rate is already high as it is.

In lower South America she worked with a research group that was about finding artifacts that may have supernatural properties. While she did great field work there were concerns she always took the physical risks to protect the rest of the team. She acted like she was more durable than the rest of her team. Though she did show to survive some impossible things she still would spend weeks in the hospital from injuries.

In Mexico she worked for an organization that did a mixture of hunting and artifact retrieval. They give her high marks and recommendations. They did have concerns about her stress and work with prior organizations and recommend her speaking to someone once a month off the record.

Her last job was for an organization at the Four Corners in the United States. Heads of the organization give high recommendations but also share concern of how she would often try to work alone even when a partner was required for a case.

[darkfictionjude]

Yeahh.... if you aren't comfortable trauma dumping on a stranger in the street.. let's maybe not put that on anyone. And just trigger warnings in gen. That could kinda really upset someone on the blog that's just here because of the game. If they come from that background. Or any background of abuse just randomly seeing that pop up as a notification to your favorite IF page isn't... great. I honestly hope Nonnie can get to a better place and not have to deal with that. But personally that wasn't great to read.

And Jude is a writer not a therapist or a priest. This isn't confessional as harsh as that sounds. It shouldn't be seen as okay to have her read those. Because again yall don't know how she could personally take those asks or if they could be upsetting to her or anyone else.

Just saying.

Now onto an actual ask. I saw a stupid song about ghosts today. Got me thinking Halloween is very far yes but in a town with creepy shit how do people normally celebrate if they do.

Especially the ROs and our brothers. 🧐

You said it very well. Unless I have on the bio that I accept any and all messages it’s not the place to send me these things not only for me but I’m always aware of the fact that others read the blog. And I do feel so bad for that nonnie but it’s not my place to hear those things and there’s not much I can do. Even though I’ve mentioned boundaries it seems that I’m going to have to enforce them even harder (which I initially didn’t think it would be necessary)

Writer ≠ friend

Anyway…

Now there are certain restrictions due to that ban on humans doing things considered cultish or flirting with the occult. So they are allowed to put up three decorations per house/establishment and give out candy. Costumes are restricted to general stuff like a white sheeted ghost, princess and your no name brand witch. Werewolves and vampires used to be banned but now are a case by case basis.

Most people actually wear those creepy homemade masks, the ones you see in pictures from the early 20th century

Imre: really likes it. Being the son of who he is he gets liberties. He puts up decor and has a curated playlist for the Halloween music. Just goes all out

Nia: goes to Imre’s party. Otherwise doesn’t think much of the holiday, thinks it’s just a good excuse to dress up

Lorcan: doesn’t care for it really. Tries to just stay home

Sally: watches Halloween movies and that’s it

Percy: goes to the city and parties at a Halloween themed club

[renegade-diamonds]

oh, sorry! lmao fair. the monster hunter au is the one where Robin is friends with Steve, Jonathan and Nancy but they kinda 'abandon' her and she's targeted by Vecna while they're away; they come back but the friendship is basically over now and Robin starts investigating stuff on her own... the omegaverse au is that one where ronance is married and they have a baby together, and Nancy goes on a trip for her work and ends up sleeping with another woman and Robin kinda finds out while going through her luggage. (sorry if this is rushed/confusing, just wanted to focus on the main points so you could maybe differentiate which aus i'm talking about lol)

Oh yeah, I got you.

Monster Hunter AU - Prior to Nancy, Steve, Jonathan, and the rest of the Party leaving, Robin has some pretty bad fights with Nancy and Steve.

Hopper tells them Robin won't be safe if they stay friends with her now (his first wife and child were killed by revenge-seeking werewolves in this AU), so they're forced to cut ties pretty dramatically in order to prevent Robin from trying to track them down. Things get ugly. It's known that Robin has somewhat of a fledging crush on Nancy by this point (although Nancy doesn't acknowledge it because comphet's got her and she doesn't want to lose Robin if things get awkward). Steve and Nancy are still exes, but the breakup was a lot more mutual. Steve knows Robin likes Nancy- he was the first one she came out to, so Robin's heartbroken when she finds out they're 'dating' again (it's fake- fake, fake, fake).

Nancy has to say some ugly things in order to make it believable, and she barely can bring herself to do it. Robin leaves that night in tears, comes back the next day to try and make things right, only to find out Nancy (and Mike) went and moved to some secret boarding school for the next year and a half.

Robin falls into the monster-hunting business after her mother is killed protecting her. She learns from Eddie (who's uncle is a retired hunter), and they track down the werewolf that killed her mother. That is Robin's first official kill. She becomes known as 'The Ghost' in the Hunter world, because no one knows who she is and she got training outside of traditional means.

When Steve and Nancy return with the others, they have no idea just how much Robin's been through in their absence. They thought she was safe. It breaks their hearts when they find out the truth, and it takes a long time for the older teens to work out their complicated friendships. Robin isn't very forgiving of them at first- she hates them. But she wants to stop Vecna, and she works with them to make that so. Along the way, they start to open up to each other again.

Angsty Infidelity ABO AU

So, this one's going to be a bit shorter since I haven't thought too much about it compared to the others, and it's getting a bit late lmfao.

BUT I WILL DELIVER!

Amazingly, Robin doesn't immediately demand a divorce when she discovers the used condom wrapper. She merely directs Nancy to sleep in the guest room and reminds her to check on Hope (their daughter) before going to bed. Then she turns away, pushes Nancy's stuff to the far side of their mattress, and sinks into the plush bedding.

Nancy listens to her instructions without a complaint. She doesn't want to leave without talking, without fixing this. But she doesn't know what to do. She cheated- she betrayed Robin's trust in the worst way possible. Her beautiful precious omega- the mother of her child- and she fucking cheated on her.

The next few days are tense. Robin barely speaks to her. She avoids her. Nancy gives her space; she takes care of Hope, she allows Robin all the time she needs to process, to decide what she wants done.

Finally, after a week, Robin informs her that she wants to go to marriage counseling- that she wants to hear the full story about what happened. She wants the truth, and if Nancy doesn't meet her conditions then their relationship will never go back to normal.

Nancy can't believe she's not divorcing her- she thanks God that Robin's not leaving- that she's getting a second chance.

But then she asks why- "Why would you stay with me?"

Robin looks at her with such sad eyes, with such hurt and anger in her gaze. She's never looked at Nancy like that- she's never made her feel so small.

Robin explains that she's been out of work for nearly a year now. She's dependent on Nancy's income- they have a child that's not even a year old together. She can't divorce her; she still loves Nancy, but in all frankness, she's merely stuck with her at the moment. Robin wants to make things work- she wants to know what she did wrong, why she wasn't good enough for Nancy to stay loyal.

Nothing's ever broken Nancy's heart quite like hearing those words. She rushes to explain- to tell Robin that she's the weak one, not her. She betrayed Robin, she let her down. She wasn't the alpha Robin needed, and this was the result of it.

In the end, they agree to counseling- they agree to trying to fix things. Nancy knows she has a problem now- she knows she needs help. She'll do whatever she can to save her family, but the journey to forgiveness is long, and Nancy has a lot of work to do if Robin's ever going to truly forgive her.

[colethewolf]

Okay, it's kind of silly, more like a horny crack fic. But how about the pack going to have a Halloween party at the loft. And Stiles wants to fuck some werewolves's asses. So, he tries to cast a spell, maybe turn into a ghost or something, so no one will see him. But the spell goes wrong and he ends up turning into a pumpkin.

When the pack arrives at the loft, they don't find Stiles but they do smell something sweet, almost an aphrodisiac scent. There, they see a large pumpkin with two holes, perfect fit for some cocks. The smell makes the werewolves horny and they start taking turns to fuck the pumpkin. Derek, who is the last, recognizes Stiles' scent, but the aroma is so intoxicating that he can't help but fuck the pumpkin and knott him up for hours.

That may be when Stiles becomes human again. Still knotted to Derek and has his belly bulged from how full of cum it is.

Stiles would be the best damn jack-off o'lantern in the world! Lol, I love crazy wild prompts like this. And this one is hot! Who doesn't love knotting?!