#this was supposed to be just ooo spooky ghost

[okikurumi]

Spookami Day 2: Ghost

In which Kutone never shines.

[strangemaleswaps]

Strange Halloween Head Swap

I was so psyched for Halloween this year because it was the first time I could spend it with my boyfriend, Julian. I'd never been a big horror guy myself, but he goes nuts for spooky thrills. I'd always wanted to go to one of those Halloween events, like haunted houses or corn mazes, and I thought being with Julian was a good enough reason to go. We were looking up events happening nearby on my laptop, and I thought I found a cool one.

"Let's see." Julian read the website.

"What's it say?"

"Haunted house. Ooo! Haunted corn mazes. Nice! Magic show. Magic show?"

"I love Magic shows!"

"I guess it could be a Halloween thing. Wouldn't be surprised if they just replaced the rabbit in a hat with something scary instead. Or maybe the assistant wears a ghost costume or something."

"But wait." I pointed at the bottom of the page. "It says absolutely no costumes are allowed. Aren't you supposed to wear a costume?"

"Yeah, for costume parties and trick-or-treating and stuff. But for things like this where they have paid actors and stuff in the haunted events, they don't want randos in costume, in order to keep up with the vibes."

"That makes sense." I noticed another part of the website that said "18+ only for the whole event."

"Ooooo," we both said in unison.

"That better mean they have strippers and vodka."

"Hell yeah!"

"Now where is this again?"

"Lemme see. Some place called Caneville." He looked up the town info. "Aw shit."

"What? Too far?"

"No, just a 30 min drive. But it's got such a tiny population that it's probably one of those hick towns. You know those places always give me the creeps. Like everyone seems to stare at you because you're an outsider."

"But don't you like creepy things? We can ignore the background of the town and enjoy the festivities." I kissed him.

"Hey, I guess. Sure. As long as you promise me one thing..." He placed his hand on my bulge which had now grown.

The 31st arrived, and so we got dressed and left at 3pm. The drive there was pretty normal, up until we reached the town. There was an unexpected amount of traffic leading into the town itself. As we continued along, we found that all the cars were headed to the festival.

"Woah, I didn't think it would be this packed!" Julian said excitedly.

"Me neither…it's weird though. Why would such a large number of people be coming to some small-town festival? It doesn't make sense."

"Dunno. Maybe they paid extra to get their event on the top of everyone's search results? I think you can do that."

"Maybe. Well, it better be good then."

Luckily, we found a parking spot in time, before too many people showed up. The place was pretty big and was decorated nicely for Halloween; jack-o-lanterns lined the fences, ghost shaped lights hung above us, and the grass was covered in hay. We noticed the sign advertising the magic show started at 5pm, so we checked out the other attractions first. Making our way through the crowds, it was somewhat obvious who was from this little town, and who drove here. There were people in all shapes and sizes, but a lot of the older people were wearing formal clothes and usually had grumpy looks on their faces - probably upset that there was so much diversity this year.

We were walking along, when we saw two punk guys, one with a red mohawk, and one with brown, searching around looking confused. Red mohawk made eye contact with me and approached.

"Hey, do you guys know where the free booze is?" He didn't even look old enough to drink but I didn't really care.

"Free booze? How come I didn't know about this?" Julian asked.

"What do you mean? It was in huge letters on the ad. Couldn't have missed it."

"I don't remember seeing anything like that though," I said. 

"Damn, nobody else seems to know either. Did I get some fake version of something? Everything else seems legit."

"That's weird yeah."

"Anyway, I'm Ian. Let me and my buddy know if you ever find the free booze. Fuck, I forgot I was gonna meet my boyfriend here too. Shit, well catch you later." He seemed like such a weird guy but hey, he's probably just 18 and desperate for a chance to drink.

5pm arrived and we headed to the magic show. As we expected, there was a pretty big crowd. I was so excited though, and it looked like everyone else was too. It started when a chubby guy in a tuxedo walked on stage.

"Friends and folks, welcome to The Great Guillermo magic show! I am the Great Guillermo!" He took a bow, and everyone applauded.

"Now for my first trick, I will make this sword float!" He took out a sword and set it on the floor. It began floating all the way up to his head when he did some hand motions. The crowd cheered once again. It was glowing blue as well, which was strange because he didn't announce anything like that.

"For my next trick, I will need one volunteer from the audience." The crowd seemed hesitant, most likely because the idea of a sword related trick would make some queasy. Luckily, after a bit, a guy around my age raised his hand and stepped onto the stage.

"All right! What is your name, young man?"

"Tyler."

"Ok Tyler! For your part, stand in that spot real good and don't move!"

"Oh ok." He did a bit of a nervous laugh. The Great Guillermo took the sword and aimed it at his own neck. What in the world was he doing? It started glowing blue once again and went through his neck! The audience gasped. I knew it was all a trick, but I expected blood or something. Instead, what happened was unbelievable. His head hopped right off his body! Completely still alive, it fell to the floor and the body took a bow. The crowd went wild.

"Holy shit man, that was so cool! How’d he do that?" Julian turned to look at me.

"I have no idea!"

Normally with tricks like this he would go back to normal to start the next trick, but he was still a head and began talking again.

"Now this is only the first part of my trick. Here comes the part where my volunteer must help." His body, still moving on its own, took the sword and aimed it at Tyler's neck. When that blue glow returned, The Great Guillermo's head hopped over to the left of Tyler. In an instant the sword sliced Tyler's head off, just like it did before. Though, instead of hopping off and hitting the floor, it seemed to fly off in the direction of The Great Guillermo's body, as if it was a magnet. When it got to the neck, it plopped itself on top, replacing The Great Guillermo's head.

Tyler's head on The Great Guillermo's body was a funny sight, seeing a skinny and young-looking guy with such a large body. He began moving and reacting, as if Tyler was actually controlling it. Tyler's head looked down and widened his eyes at the sight.

"Woooahh, this is trippy!" The Great Guillermo's head did the same and flew onto the empty body like a magnet. The audience began laughing when they saw the full image. They just swapped their heads!

"This is even crazier; how did they do that? Man, I gotta know now!" Julian was getting so excited now. It made me so happy to see him in a good mood. Tyler, on his new chubby body, realized he could move his legs and started walking around.

"Oh wow, I can move? This is weird." It looked so real. But it must be fake right? I know a lot of times magic shows pretend to pick out a random audience member, but really it was all planned from the start. The mood changed a bit when Tyler started becoming restless.

"Hey, uh could I have my body back now? This is actually feeling kinda uncomfortable."

"Of course, my boy! Right after you learn your lesson!" 

"Lesson?" My gut told me that this was no longer part of the act.

"The lesson of hard work of course! I may have been a little overweight, but it's not impossible to work it all off! And when you do, it should be just like your former one! Well…maybe a bit older! In the meantime, I’ll be enjoying your nice slim body!" The Great Guillermo seemed like a completely different person at this point and began laughing maniacally.

"What? Hey this isn't funny anymore! What's your problem?!"

"Oh, don't worry, Tyler. You won't be alone. In fact," He looked at the audience with a gleam in his eye. "Everyone else will be starting their own unique journeys!" He quickly grabbed the sword and pointed it at the audience. They all screamed when not only did it start the blue glow, but it began multiplying as well! Sword after sword came out of the original; there must've been hundreds! It seemed like we all knew what was about to happen next, because the crowd turned around and ran. Julian was by my side…at least at first. Soon enough the stampede plowed through us, desperate to escape, and we were separated.

"Julian! Meet me at the car!" I screamed, not sure if he heard me or not. I ran away from the stage area, dodging unfortunate heads flying everywhere. The Great Guillermo began laughing again.

"Now everyone will learn the true value of hard work! Whether you want to change your new body or not, adapting to your new life is the fun part!"

When I got to the parking areas, I was shocked at the horrible sight. There were people with the same idea as me hiding in cars…only the blue swords were able to pass right through them to slice their heads. It didn't stop there because the decapitated heads seemed to be in an ethereal state, where they could also go through the walls. That bastard magician. He planned all this! I'm screwed! While I was in shock, I could feel something hit me in the neck. It didn't hurt at all, but I felt dizzy. I watched as the world went in a loop, and then back to normal. I could see myself flying through the air, but when I looked down, there was nothing. No body. I could still feel my hands and the rest of my body, but I was far enough away that I couldn't check to see if it was moving.

I couldn't change the direction I was heading in, but I could lean a little to the left or right. I'm guessing I was homing in on the nearest headless body, so I wondered if I could direct myself away from a bad one? I saw a headless body in front of me, so I jerked to the left and managed to dodge it…for a few seconds. It turned out there was a body on the other side of the fence I was on, so I flew right through it and attached myself to the neck.

I looked down and almost screamed. It was a fat body wearing a light blue dress shirt, with a tie and suspenders. I would imagine I was also wearing dress pants to go along with it, but I couldn't see past my huge belly! My waist size must’ve been double what it was before! Judging by the clothes, this probably belonged to a man that lived in the town.

I pushed my hand against the belly and felt it jiggle, sending vibrations throughout the rest of my flesh. I'm glad I wasn't a floating head anymore but I'm not too happy about being a fat guy either! I must’ve looked like Tyler did with his twink head on an obese frame. Luckily, there was a public restroom nearby, so I walked in and locked the door. I was scared to see myself in the mirror, but knew it had to do it, so I shuffled over to see my reflection.

Oh god, I was massive. It really did look strange, almost funny in a way. Normally when you gain this much weight, you also gain a double chin. But my chin and head were exactly how they always were. But yet, my body was huge. At least I wasn’t wearing some trashy looking clothes or something. Formal wear was nice, even though it felt tight on me. How do guys like this go shopping? I must’ve been wearing 5XL clothes! The curious thought of seeing what it looked like underneath crossed my mind. I guess it was going to have to be done eventually…and my chest felt like it was being crushed under the shirt I was wearing. I started by unclipping the suspenders. The front two were easy, but the back two I had to guide my hands around my oversized ass in order to make out where they were. Then I lifted my collar to take off the tie and unbuttoned the first two shirt buttons. I expected to be wearing an undershirt, since I felt so compressed, but no. The dress shirt was all it took to feel cramped. I reached for the bottom of my shirt that was tucked in and pulled up. When it was fully untucked, the belly promptly fell back down, slapped my thighs, and jiggled for a few seconds. Once it was all unbuttoned, I opened up the shirt and took it off.

Fuck. I wasn’t just big; I was morbidly obese. My man tits stuck out, love handles hung all around, and the loose skin left a crevice that covered my belly button. I really hated this. What’s Julian going to think? He might break up with me. No one would ever want to date a lardass like me. I put the shirt on, lifted up my belly in order to tuck it all back in, and walked out the door. I didn’t bother putting the tie and suspenders on again. I didn’t even need the suspenders anyway because my pants were tight enough over my big hips.

I started walking back to the festival area in order to find a clue to where Julian went. There were still blue swords flying around, but they ignored me completely. I guess they don’t go after those who had already been head swapped. Walking felt really weird because it was more like a waddle. Every step felt like I was causing an earthquake, which made it worse considering I couldn't even see my own feet! Not to mention I was sweating like a pig, even though I hadn't been walking long. I could feel the sweat stains forming in my armpits and since I had no undershirt on, it was probably obvious. I heard a familiar voice, so I turned around and noticed a familiar red mohawk. It was Ian! He was much chubbier than when I saw him before. He was talking with another guy, who lifted his t-shirt up to touch his belly.

"This is like a fuckin dream come true! Look at this gut!" Ian seemed excited to gain weight. Was that guy his boyfriend or something?

"We gotta hope that this body is good at staying big though! I want you to be my chubby bunny!" He said, flashing a grin. As I approached them, they stared for a second, but then smiled really wide. 

"Hey! Wait. You're that guy I met before. Remember? But you're like, so fuckin obese now!"

"Yeah…"

"That's awesome man!"

"Not really, I was fine being a twink before."

"Yeah man, but now you're a fuckin beast! You could like murder someone just by squashing them."

"I'll keep that in mind in case I need to murder someone," I said sarcastically.

"So, wait, where's your boyfriend?"

"No clue. I'm looking for him."

"Well good luck man. And hey, being big isn't all that bad you know."

"Yeah, maybe."

I got to the festival area to find a couple people still frequenting, but it was obvious they were head swapped. I suppose I was lucky mine ended up matching my skin color. At least the weird young head and old body combination isn't impossible naturally.

I noticed a shed area with a hastily made sign that said, "pick up your phones here." That was a good idea actually. Afterall, most people would've had their phones in the pockets of their old bodies. Maybe if Julian already found his, I can text him. Luckily, I skipped a step because I found him searching through the pile of phones inside. His body didn't look too different, at least from the sides.

"Julian!"

"Petey! You're…wow." 

"I know…this is going to take some getting used to."

"Hey no biggie. You're still you. You have your head at least. You're just a big guy now."

"Yeah, it's weird. Do you think there's any way to change back?"

"Don't think so. When I went back to the stage, the magician guy wasn't there. Fitting. Guess he just wanted chaos and well, he got it."

"Can't believe I'm stuck like this. But at least you don't look too different, maybe a bit bigger and older."

"Oh no, I've changed a lot actually. Here." He unbuttoned his shirt to reveal a flabby old man's chest.”

"Oh."

"I know right. Looks like I took the body of an old guy."

"Does it feel weird?"

"Yeah kinda. A little uncomfortable. I really just need to take off these clothes. I can feel my underwear being pulled up way too high!" I laughed. I'm glad Julian was still finding ways to make light out of a bad situation. "My back does kinda hurt though. But it's ok! We'll just work out and all like normal. Plenty of old guys are in shape!"

“Makes me so mad though. Those old guys that got our bodies are probably enjoying their nice abs right now.”

“Well, in your case, he’s in for a surprise when he sees how loose you are in the back…” I started laughing again.

“You got that right! He was probably straight, so it’ll be quite the shock. But I guess this means I’ll have to start loosening up all over again.” I touched my huge ass. “I guess I’ll have to work out too. I have a long way to go.”

"Oor…you could stay like you are. At least for now. Didn't wanna say it before but I'm totally finding you hot right now. Never fucked a fat guy before."

"Really? You like this?"

"Yep! Hey, it's still Halloween, so how about we go home, and I can feed you some candy or something." The thought of Julian feeding me was making me hard for some reason. Why do I feel like I want to stay this big? It's crazy! But I was so hungry, so I agreed.

"That sounds…pretty hot actually. Sure." Julian smirked.

"Happy Halloween my big boy." He slapped my gut.

"Happy Halloween…"

[poorlydrawnsjsmlmao]

Quick question, and sorry if you’ve already answered this before!

Who’s your favorite?

Design wise / Lore (or gameplay) wise / Favorite to draw

^_^;

oh my lord (not the deer one...)

eeeeeeeeeeeeeEEE if i had to make separate categories for every one of them

BASE SPECIMENS -

design wise: bit between ringu, deer god, and ben they all fit with what theyre supposed to be really well and i just love them al

lore: tough but probably ben bc i think it kinda makes sense but idrk i dont really focus on lore that much

fav to draw: either taker or siren in the pdsjsm style bc theyre just different but somewhat easy to draw

UNKNOWNS -

design wise: spooper no questions asked

lore: um spooper maybe,,idk the lore for most of them

fav to draw: kinda like drawing otto but also whiteface, simple but still cool enough

MONSTERS/KARA HOS -

design: ghost cow perhaps

lore: ooo spooky cow thing that makes you insanee

ftd: bodybag or rex, i just like them

DOLLS -

design: frenzy or charles, fits and i find frenzy rlly unnerving in a way

lore: hooked doll

ftd: .,,ive never gotten to draw any of them in pdsjsm :shrug:

OVERALLZ -

design: between spooper and frenzy

lore: hooked doll yea

ftd: tie between rex siren and white face gr..

thaankk yooouuu..:joyous:

[bnha-prompts]

hurt/comfort holiday prompt with Monoma Neito/Shinsou Hitoshi

I hope you like what I came up with!

Halloween Prompts

Monoma never gets invited to parties. Yeah, Shinsou never gets invited to them either. Why not celebrate Halloween together?

Vampire Monoma has been waiting for centuries to find his lost love and that comes in the form of college student Shinsou. One night Shinsou is out just a bit too late and stumbles into some trouble that Monoma helps him out of.

Shinsou has always been labelled as a monster. He can't help the fact he was born a siren just as much as he can't help that his voice lures people to him. One day he meets Monoma and finds that his voice doesn't work on him.

Shinsou has been a ghost for quite some time and never once had anyone ever seen him- that is until Monoma moves into his old house and he finds that the other can talk to him.

Monoma is a witch for hire in a modern supernatural world. Shinsou is a fellow witch who recently lost his familiar. Both get a call about a house with a ghost problem.

Dialogue

"What is that supposed to be?" "Brains." "Right,"

"What is that smell?" "That is the smell of autumn." "It smells like Halloween threw up in here."

"This is hardly scary. I could- AHHH" "Ha, Los-AH"

"Ooo, spooky, you have a candle in a pumpkin." "Shut up and carve yours, will you?" "Someone's cranky."

"A little to the left- no wait, you were right before." "Could you shut up and actually help?"

"Are you trying to annoy me right now?"

"Could you be more of an ass? It's Halloween, we are supposed to be having fun."

"Look, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to ruin your outfit idea."

[blookmallow]

rating spirit halloween’s new animatronics for 2021

or at least what’s showing as New Arrivals on the site for me. looks like we got 15 new arrivals listed here and im HYPE about them so here we go

the caretaker

pretty standard reaper character with a Gravedigger theme to it. hes... fine? nothing about this particularly stands out to me, but i dont dislike it at all. i like his gravestone. would be good for a graveyard set. i guess ill give him... 6.5/10

mr. dark

at first glance he also just looks like a standard reaper character (or voldemort. he definitely looks like voldemort now that i think about it) but it turns out he SPRINGS UP RIDICULOUSLY TALL LIKE A CURSED WACKY INFLATABLE TUBE MAN and the spring motion in the video is actually really fucking fast so, while this isn’t a lot different from other jumpscare animatronics, i gotta give him credit bc i guarantee this would have scared the fuck outta me in person. according to the site he’s almost 9 feet tall at his full height 

i expected him to jump out and scream but i did not expect. That. i feel like if you put him up on a stage or something to make him loom over people even more he’d be very menacing indeed. would also be really good if you put him behind something so you don’t see him until he's suddenly There

i like him, 8/10 springy spook man 

click for more 

grave grabber

pretty much just a zombie but he’s cute i like him. i like the green eyes. i dont know what it is about him in motion but the video makes him kind of endearing to me for some reason and i dont know why. 6/10

ophelia

at first for some reason i thought the monster’s name was ophelia but i think that’s supposed to be the name of the victim? i think the idea here is “girl haunted by a Nightmare” but the fact that the monster itself is so small and doesn’t actually have a body for the most part makes this unintentionally hilarious to me 

like. it. it’s so small. it’s just a little shoulder demon. it’s so cute 

psst. hey do we have any more cheetos

anyway i like how the girl’s eyes move back and forth but the sounds she makes are uncomfortable and she just looks so. stiff and solid and there doesn’t seem to be any movement at all other than her eyes and the monster peeking out so it’s just kind of weird to look at. it’s an interesting concept but the execution is just strange and unintentionally hilarious. 7/10 bc i still think its really funny 

someone should buy this and mod it into chrona and ragnarok 

harriet hustle

WE DID IT KIDS WE FINALLY GOT A FEMALE CLOWN ANIMATRONIC im so happy i could cry i wish my store had her set up i want to meet her  

i love how they have her hanging upside down like this, it makes it so much more visually interesting than the figures that just kinda stand there looking spooky, even though she doesn’t really Do much (she just swings and her head moves around a little, just laughs, doesn’t have spoken lines) 

i love her outfit i love her hair shes SO cute i love this little murder gremlin i love her i love her 

im still waiting on spirit to give us a female clown figure that isn’t “creepy little girl” (ive commented before on how their only female figures tend to be either the Old Hag or the Creepy Little Girl and not a lot else) but i absolutely love this all the same 20/10

this one is fun too because we also have: 

henry hustle

according to the description he’s actually harriet’s dad!! we have an evil clown father and daughter duo here and im LIVING for it

i dont think ive ever seen spirit do characters that are related to each other like this that’s so cute,

apparently his wife/harriet’s mother left them and ran off with the ringmaster. he’s a single father clown trying to raise his evil daughter clown and i support him wholeheartedly

there doesn’t seem to be any more animatronics on this storyline, we don’t have the mother here and the only ringmaster animatronic they have is the rotten ringmaster who was released previously, but i doubt he’s the homewrecker ringmaster in question. he Could Be. imagine if your wife left you for That. we dont even know if henry’s wife was also a clown or not. spirit halloween clown lore going on here

anyway i absolutely LOVE this clown, he does something INCREDIBLY STARTLING AND UNEXPECTED which i dont want to spoil for you. go watch his video and see what he does its great 

my absolute favorite type of halloween animatronic is the “does something completely unexpected” category and this one is ALSO a clown and a GOOD clown at that

and he’s got this great vintage clown style i really like, i love scary clowns like this that actually look like they could believably be a real guy and not just some kind of mutant Clown Monster 

and hes got cards!! card suit motif!!! i love it i love him this is a great clown 20/10 for him too

w. raith 

we have this one at my local store and listen to me. im completely obsessed with this ghost

it’s pretty much just a ghost but it’s SUCH A GOOD ghost. especially in this photo here with proper spooky lighting and everything. i would absolutely LOVE to see this in a haunt attraction, it looks SO good even in bright store lighting. i feel like this under the right lights and in the right environment could look SO fuckign cool  

the shredded rag look!!! the ethereal glow!! the weird jellyfishy movement!!! the classic wooOoO oO o o ooo noises!! this may perhaps be the ideal ghost. it is without flaw. a perfect specimen. i fuckign LOVE this ghost i want it so badly but i do not have the space or the money for this thing 15/10 w. raith my beloved. my true love. maybe one day 

buzzsaw

at first i was slightly disappointed to see that this guy didn’t have an actual name, but then in the description apparently his name is Bill “Buzzsaw” Jackson and his backstory is he tried to be a wrestler but it didnt go very well so he grafted weapons in place of his hands. i guess. you know, to be better at wrestling. i dont really understand it and i definitely would not have gone with “disgraced former wrestler” as the concept for this guy  

but anyway we have mr jackson at my store right now, he’s Big, i like him. he doesn’t really move very fast and doesn’t jump at you, he just kinda swings his saw around. for some reason he just seems friendly to me and i dont know why. makes me think of like an uncle dressed up for halloween rather than an actual murderer guy. i dont know i cant explain it but i like him hes my friend 8/10

wacky mole

this guy’s also at my store this year, i didn’t know his name was wacky mole fsdgjsdg

he’s listed as a new arrival, but i thought i remembered seeing him before, and the description says he’s a returning fan favorite, so. i guess this is a re-release 

anyway pretty standard Scary Monster Clown. his teeth look like candy corn. i like it but i think they should just Be candy corn. i like his colorscheme and his silly giant buttons. light up eyes are always a nice touch. he doesnt really stand out but hes overall a pretty good clown. 7/10

grim

good ol’ classic skeleton. he’s pretty nicely modeled though and i highly recommend watching the video for this guy because he moves REALLY well for a spirit animatronic, he’s got a way wider range of movement than most of them do and his head moves really nicely. one of the benefits of a skeleton animatronic is you don’t have to deal with lip movement, so his jaw movements match with his lines a lot more realistically. i like the animated glowing eyes too, it really gives him a lot of personality. he’s really interesting to watch. like, it’s just a skeleton, but it’s a really really good skeleton, so, 8/10 

BEETLEJUICE!!

i love love love franchise character animatronics and spirit has so much great beetlejuice stuff this seems well suited to them but looking at it............. hm. hm

he just looks so. stiff and his face comes across like, deer caught in the headlights to me. it Does Not look very natural but it looks slightly better in motion (he just swivels from side to side and says a few phrases but it somehow looks less. shellshocked when he’s moving) 

maybe not the greatest execution but maybe he looks better in person and im still hype to see him so 8/10 regardless 

night stalker

we have this guy at my store too, im still not really sure what’s going on with his arms (did he just rip loose from them and leave them behind? did someone do this to him? i dont know) but i love a good spooky scarecrow. love his Wiggles. hes a pretty good boy. 6.5/10

here we have another pennywise, it pretty much just pops out at you, but it’s still pretty good. i like the full size one they had before better, but this one’s slightly cheaper and would be easier to integrate into a haunted house attraction since he comes with a built in set piece. it looks good but doesn’t do much. 7.5/10 i guess 

GHOSTFACE!!!!

FUCK YES I’VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS

please. please spirit halloween set him up in my store so i can see him

anyway hes got kind of the same issue beetlejuice has where the figure just. looks kind of stiff, and he looks more like a spooky ghost decoration than like, A Person. he doesnt seem to have any lines or anything either, he just kinda pops out. but then again i guess whenever we see ghostface in person in the movies he doesn’t usually talk anyway. i dont really know how id make this better but it seems a little underwhelming somehow. still hype to see it though. 7/10 i guess 

now if we could just get a jack torrance and a bela lugosi dracula id be content 

i would LOVE to see Red from Us but i doubt they’d do one. my other horror beloved is norman bates but i know if they made one of him it’d just be him in a dress waving a knife around (not that i wouldn’t still be hype to see him, but, y’know) (anyway. tangent. moving on) 

mr. howle 

it’s. a werewolf. he howls. that’s....... about it 

it’s a very nice looking werewolf, it’s a well designed figure and definitely looks very imposing, but it’s... just a werewolf. there’s not really anything particularly interesting or creative here. its a perfectly good werewolf. i dont have anything to say about this. 6.5/10 

i also just am not a werewolf person so maybe someone out there who has a greater appreciation for werewolves might like him more 

[redhead-batgal]

Because I friggin love Spooky season 😈

“It’s the great pumpkin, chuckle fuck.”

“Vampires, Werewolves and Ghouls Oh my”

“Pumpkin pie? Pumpkin pie? No this is chocolate covered lies!”

“Toothpaste really? What are you a dentist?”

“Ghostly ghouls haunt the grippingly grim grave yards.” “Nice alliteration.”  “Thank you.”

“Hexs or Ex’s you choose.”

“I may be a witch but I am not your bitch.”

“Devils day, devils day! The day demons and goblins love to play.”

“This my incompetent dipshit, is a summoning circle.”

“For the last fucking time a Ouija board is not a placemat.”

“It’s a bat on a leash.” “It’s my pet vampire, excuse you.”

“Candy corn? More like poison in the shape of a triangle.” “Candy corn rolls off the tongue easier.” “Fine candy corn it is then.”

“Ooo I like your costume!” “It’s not a costume.”

“Either it’s an axe murderer, or kids trick or treating either way I’m going to end up dead.”

“I don’t know what to be for Halloween!” “Just put a sheet over your head and moan in pain, you’ll be a very convincing ghost.”

“Spooky scary skeletons- “ “Dancing on rainbows!” “That’s not- it doesn’t- never mind.”

“For the skeleton war!”

“If i see one more stain on my grimoire I’m going to kill someone.”

“Damn I wish I could be a werewolf.” “No you don’t you fucking furry.”

“Dear sweet dingbat, don’t you know? Never talk to a ghost if aren’t going to like their answers.”

“ I am a pumpkin, bumpkin!”

“Don’t do it, don’t do it! She did it, damn I told you not to open that door.”

“Horror movie? Do you mean my life?”

“Back story, back story, back story! It is the most important thing when creating a character.” “Demons have backstories?”

“There better be a fucking Reese’s in here or else.”

“Adulting sucks.” “You can just go and buy yourself a bag of candy.” “Yeah I have to buy it, you little shitheads get it for free!”

“I’m a psychic no a miracle worker.”

“Frankenstein had the right idea, when you have no friends build one! Just be careful cuz he might kill your loved ones.”

“Mummy my ass, it’s just some dude wrapped up in toilet paper.”

“Oh no, not the blob.”

“There can be one explanation for this…” “aliens” “demons”

“Bats are supposed to hang upside down, that’s how I knew he was a vampire.” “I’m literally a human!”

“ There is always a price to pay when you mettle with forces you’re not aware of.”

“Psychics are fake, you can’t really summon the dead.” “You’re right, I summon demons. I just have tea with the dead.”

“ He’s a fucking necromancer?”

“ If I see one more kid dressed as Superman I’m going to scream.”

“Are those caramel apples???”

“Scooby Dooby Doo, how dare you!” “His name is Scobert fucking Dobert Doo you uncultured swine!”

“ Nice zombie costume!” “I just woke up.”

“Zombie schmombie, no one would want to eat my brains.” “That’s cuz they don’t exists.” 

[milstrim]

By the Light of Your Love

Day 27: Power Outage

"You really didn't have to come over, Mr. Stark."

"Are you trying to get rid of me, kid? 'Cause it's not working," Mr. Stark replied snarkily, ripping open another box that was haphazardly filled with stuff. She peeked up behind the last of the boxes she was carrying inside to spy a bunch of her old dolls and action figures. Oh no. Smiling viciously, Mr. Stark pulled out a beat up and very obviously loved Iron Man action figure Ben had gotten her.

Penny blushed, trying to ignore him as she walked away, placing the tipping boxes on the old table she'd lugged upstairs earlier with Mr. Stark's help (just to make it look less suspicious). Mr. Stark was, as usual, relentless, coming up behind her and poking her cheek with the action figure.

"Come on, kiddo. Iron Man needs your help!" he said in an overly cartoonish voice.

She stuck her tongue out at him, moving to snatch the action figure back, but she let him clutch the action figure to his chest instead of taking it. Mercy was a more redeeming trait of hers. Sarcasm, however, was not, "Ha ha ha. Really funny, you should fund an Iron Man TV show, you might be able to land a part."

Mr. Stark switched to a girlishly high voice, "I might try out for the role of Spider-Woman."

"I do not--"

Penny's grinned protest was drowned out by another roll of thunder, and she felt a shiver run down her spine as a burst of rain and hail plundered against the window. The two turned to look at the window, and she grimaced a little, hoping the new apartment's windows would hold up.

It was supposed to be to be the worst storm of the year, the talk of the town (well, city) for nearly two weeks that had caused canned goods to sell out in stores and school to end early yesterday. So of course it had landed on moving day. May had tried to reschedule until after the storm passed, but their old landlord had said very plainly that they had to leave the property at their scheduled time. It made moving slightly more dangerous than usual, but Penny had planned on making a day of it, especially when Mr. Stark had volunteered to drive their boxes over while May finished up her shift.

She and her mentor had barely managed to get all of the boxes in the building before the storm had begun thundering down, which, as advised, meant they shouldn't go back outside. Technically, she guessed Mr. Stark could call the Iron Man suit and leave whenever, but she still felt kinda bad for trapping him here, where there wasn't even food in the fridge yet. And the air conditioning hadn't been turned on for them. It was a good thing she was wearing her Midtown Sweatshirt over a long sleeved shirt over a tank top. It meant she was a little warmer.

As if reading her thoughts, Mr. Stark rubbed his hands together, breathing into them in exaggeration and walking away, "D'you know where the A/C is? It looks like we're going to be here for a while and I'd rather--"

And then the power went out.

Penny made a noise of surprise, blinking as she tried to adjust to the light, and rushing toward the window. Where moments before she'd seen bright yellow and oranges from her new neighbors, there was now nothing but complete darkness. Was there a moon tonight? Definitely no stars. Still, Penny somehow managed to make out the room as though the sun had only just set. Huh, her powers surprised her a little more each day.

"Penny? Are you alright?" Mr. Stark called, and she remembered that he probably couldn't see her at all.

"I'm right here, Mr. Stark!" she called back, beginning to make her way over to a nearby box, "I was just checking the window. I think all of Queens doesn't have power right now, sir."

"Shush it with the 'sirs,'" he ordered, and she listened as he began walking blindly through the dark, barely holding back a laugh as he stubbed his toe, swearing loudly, "Where's your phone? Where's my phone?"

"Aww, that's lame, Mr. Stark. Phone flashlights would ruin the mood."

"Mood. What mood? My mood is I'm cold."

A crack! echoed through the air as Penny broke a green glowstick, shaking it around wildly until it glowed in her hand. She tossed it to her mentor, who caught it sloppily in the dark as she turned to grab another one, "The spooky mood, Mr. Stark."

"It's not Halloween."

"It should be."

"It was literally just Halloween."

"And I already ate all my candy," Penny argued, and she watched Mr. Stark roll his eyes as she broke two more glowsticks, handing another one for him, "Here. For your weak eyes."

"Shut up. You'll be old one day, too."

"And I'll still have better eyesight than you in your twenties."

"Whatever, weirdo," he teased, "When's May getting back?"

"Uhh, I kinda forgot honestly. Do you think she'll be able to get here through the storm?"

"Hold up, let's call her. Now do you mind passing me my phone?"

Penny rolled her eyes, jumping across the room to snatch it from the couch and passing it back to him. Her mentor immediately dialed May, but it went to voicemail. He tried a couple more times before shrugging.

"No luck," he concluded, and she hummed. Suddenly his voice changed, going theatrically serious, "Alright, now it's time to get down. Do we have the bare essentials to survive this dangerous night."

"No."

"You're supposed to play along."

"Between us we have a box of cookies, two Gatorades, and a lot of useless shit. Also, only one of us can survive the cold."

"You're such a downer."

"No, you," she countered, and he rolled his eyes playfully.

"Just go find those blankets. I'll grab the food, and we're keeping you warm. My signal's completely trashed right now, so we're gonna have to rough it out until this storm passes."

"But that could be foreverrrrr!"

"Well, you better go find those blankets then."

She shot him a dirty look, but did as told, searching through boxes until she found the one with all of their blankets in it. She heard Mr. Stark fumbling around for the food and drinks, eventually making his way to the couch pressed up against the wall.

Penny bounced over with the box of blankets, dumping them out on the unsuspecting man, who spluttered in surprise and annoyance as blanket after blanket flopped onto his head before unraveling over him. He glared up at her as he tore the blankets off of his face, scrunching up his nose and sticking out his tongue.

"Brat. I guess I all the blankets are mine now."

She gasped dramatically, flopping down on top of him, "You're just going to let me die, Mr. Stark? We're already low on rations and I don't even get a--"

"Okay, okay! Take your damn blanket. Here, you get the scratchy one."

"No! Ewww! I don't like this one."

He sighed dramatically, "Well, I guess you can share this super nice one with me, but only if you promise to be nice."

"Fine," she said, sitting up and resting her head on his shoulder instead. She took the glowsticks and placed them in their laps, throwing a large blanket over them so that they were trapped with the multicolored lights, "So, what're we gonna do?"

"Uhhhhh--"

"Ooo how about Rock, Paper, Scissors."

"Sure, kid."

They played two hundred twenty-three rounds of Rock, Paper, Scissors, and despite Penny's quick reflexes, Mr. Stark won a lot of them. Stupid damn ass strategist. Mr. Stark told her stories, some spooky ghost stories at her request, others about the Avengers or MIT. Sometimes his voice would get really quiet in the middle of a story, his eyes going a little haunted before he jostled himself back to the present and carried on with as much gusto as ever. That was usually when she'd squeeze his hand, or steal some more of the blanket from him, which they still shared despite the fact that there were other ones.

And who was really to say she fell asleep with her head against his knee that night? It would be pretty hard to tell with the thrumming of rain, the blankets that were mounted in a thick layer on top of her, and the only light being provided from a few dim glowsticks.

[lady-divine-writes]

Serendipity (Rated PG13)

Summary: Aziraphale’s best friend Tracy sets him up on a blind date, but the man who shows up isn’t what he expects. (4351 words)

Notes: Written for the @ineffable-valentines prompt ‘perfect date’ and inspired by a post I saw @miraworos reblog on tumblr, which happened to be the exact premise of a story I had written a long time ago for another fandom. So I brushed it off, re-sculpted it, and voila. I hope y'all like it

Read on AO3.

“So … how’re the crepes treating you? Are they everything you dreamed they’d be?”

“Oh my yes! They’re absolute Heaven!”

“They should be. This place is famous for them.”

“Good, because they’re my favorite.”

“I know. That’s why I brought you here. More wine?”

“That depends … are you trying to get me drunk?” Playful blue eyes, twinkling above cheeks darkening from baby pink to dusty rose, meet seductive liquid gold.

Lush lips split into a devilish grin. “Maybe.”

Those blue eyes dip down to those inviting lips and linger there, lost in a daydream of mouths meeting, tongues sweeping, kisses traveling, caressing pale skin … “Well, at least you’re honest about it.”

Wine pours. Glasses clink and the robust red sipped. Fingers snap, and like magic, another bottle of wine appears.

“Now,” the devilish lips ask, “where was I?”

“You heard something in your walls?”

“Oh yes. For days I’m hearing scritch-scritch-scritch, and the pattering of tiny feet on my marble floors morning and night, like little ghosts wearing tap shoes puttering about my flat.”

“Ooo! That’s spooky!”

Subtle shrug. “Don’t bother me. I like spooky. Big spooky fan me. So I look and look. but I can’t find where it’s coming from. And I mean, I look everywhere …”

Aziraphale covers his mouth and giggles, blown away by how drawn in he’s become to this story. Reuben is such a dynamic storyteller. Aziraphale feels like he’s there with him, searching his house for the mysterious scratching that’s plagued him day and night, shivers as his description of them runs its nails delightfully up his spine. For good or bad, Aziraphale is invested now, even though the events of this tale are over and resolved. Reuben pauses his story; chuckles shyly, too; while Aziraphale waits patiently to hear the rest of the saga.

“To make a long story short, I take apart the entire wall unit, and finally I find the culprit – the cutest family of white rats I have ever seen! Momma had made a nest in the insulation and had babies! Five of them! I couldn’t believe it!”

“Oh no!” The tips of a mouth turn down as those shivers make a return trip. “I don’t personally fancy rats. What did you do?”

“The only thing I could do.” Reuben takes a sip of his wine – a 2014 Bogle Petite Sirah. It sounded so scrummy when Reuben ordered it, Aziraphale couldn’t help himself. He had to have a glass, too. And Reuben was not wrong. Its dense blueberry and blackberry flavors compliment the crepes exquisitely. The alcohol doesn’t overwhelm the palette, but it’s racy enough to bring color to Aziraphale’s cheeks. “I adopted her. Named her Rogue.”

“You adopted wild rats!?”

“Turns out - not wild. After a little investigating, I found out that momma rat had belonged to a neighbor who moved out a week ago. They couldn’t bring the rat with them, or they didn’t want to, so they set her loose in the garden downstairs. She ended up getting back in somehow.” Reuben runs his index finger around the rim of his glass. “It may sound bonkers but I admire Rogue. I really do. Abandoned by the family she thought would love and take care of her, she fights and struggles to find a safe place to have her brood, which ends up being the place she was cast out from. I couldn’t just put her on the street.” He sighs, a fond but sad smile crossing his lips. “Reminds me a bit of my mum, to tell you the truth - the unforgiving life she had raising me and my sisters after our father left …”

Aziraphale gasps, that confession wrapping around his heart and giving it a solid tug. He could listen to Reuben talk all night. But he’s not just a great storyteller. He happens to be sweet, funny, attractive (God is he attractive! But, of course, Aziraphale has always been a sucker for hazel eyes like his, with flecks of gold that brighten the irises when the alcohol flows or the lighting is right). And as if that wasn’t enough, he works at one of the most successful (and philanthropic) firms in the city. But he doesn’t wear his wealth on his sleeve, doesn’t flaunt it like a selling point. His shirt is vintage, the wine he ordered costs $20 a bottle, and he came here on the tube. Personality, modesty, good looks, environmentally conscious, a stable career … Aziraphale sighs. In his opinion, Reuben is close to the perfect guy, and this blind date is going swimmingly!

Too bad it isn’t his.

“Oh Reuben …” Lorelei – Reuben’s date – blots her eyes with her napkin. She reaches across the table to touch his hand. Reuben’s eyes flick towards the touch and he smiles brighter.

Oh yeah, Aziraphale thinks, raising his glass and finishing the last of his Sirah. They’re having a fabulous night.

Aziraphale pulls out his pocket watch and checks the time. 

9:45.

He’s been sitting at the table next to theirs for over an hour, waiting for his own Reuben to appear. Aziraphale figured out thirty minutes ago that his blind date wasn’t coming. He’s gotten no texts, no calls, no apologies, no explanation why. Reuben and Lorelei might have a glowing future together, but his date for the evening is definitely a bust. The wait staff knows it, too. Every time the waitress stops by, offering to refill his water glass, it’s with a sympathetic smile. She’s long since stopped asking him if he wants to pack up what’s left of his crepes to go.

What’s left.

That’s a joke.

It’s pretty much the whole order.

He lost his appetite a long time ago.

Aziraphale reaches for his cell phone but stops with his hand on his pocket. He’s not going to be that guy. He’s not going to send another text. He’s not going to give this man an easy out, refuses to give him the benefit of the doubt and say, “Well, I guess you got caught up. Text me back and we can reschedule for another time.”

Aziraphale is done.

He just wishes he knew why.

Why doesn’t dating work out for him?

He’s not a bad guy, if he does say so himself. He’s reasonably attractive (at least, he’s always thought so). He owns his own small business, even if it doesn’t necessarily turn a profit, but money isn’t something he needs to worry about anyway. He’s doing what he loves, therefore he’s living the dream.

He’s not asking for much. He’s not looking for the perfect man, just a nice one. One who might share some of his interests like theater, food, music, wine, food, books … food. But on the whole, he wants to find a man who wants to spend time with him, get to know him, who maybe isn’t ashamed of doing cutesy, romantic things, like hold the door open for him, pull his chair out for him, offer him half his desert the way Reuben did with Lorelei.

Reuben.

Aziraphale peeks back over at the happy couple.

As Reuben stares into Lorelei’s eyes and signals for the check, Aziraphale knows that he needs to face facts and be done with this. His roommate Tracy has, yet again, succeeded in finding him a date that’s not interested in actually dating.

Where does she even find these guys?

More to the point, why hasn’t he learned to say no to her?

Unfortunately, he won’t get to gripe to her about it until Monday when she comes back from some spiritualist retreat she went on with their friend Anathema, so Aziraphale has a long, lonely weekend of reading Oscar Wilde and drinking (Irish) cocoa to look forward to until then.

Aziraphale takes one last sip of the lukewarm water in his overfilled glass and decides to ask for the check. He feels awful. He may have ordered a full meal but he’s barely touched it. Plus, even though he’s done his best to be as polite as possible, he has wasted over an hour of their time occupying a table that could have been made available to other paying customers on this busy Friday night.

He prays he has a forgettable face. On the off chance he ever comes in here again, he wouldn’t want them spitting in his food.

He looks around the dining room in search of his waitress – a lovely young red-head with freckles across the bridge of her nose and a permanent pout. He doesn’t see her, but spots a man rushing towards his table – a tall, remarkably handsome man dressed all in black and wearing designer sunglasses (indoors!); cheeks flushed as if he’s been running in the cold; a warm, inviting smile aimed his way.

“Hey there, handsome. Sorry I’m so late,” the man says, pulling out a chair, spinning it around, and straddling it across from Aziraphale in a move that makes Aziraphale’s breath catch. “I wish I could say I was stuck behind a seven car pile-up or something, but I really have no exciting excuse. Not that the M25 isn’t a bitch at this hour, but I didn’t take it so, again, no excuse.”

The man smiles at Aziraphale, waiting for him to laugh at his joke. Aziraphale looks suspiciously back, turning his head left and right, searching for an explanation.

“I … I’m sorry,” he says, addressing the man, mostly through side-eye glances. “Are you are you … looking for me?”

“Yes.” The man extends an arm across the table. “I’m your date for the evening. I’m Tracy’s friend Gabriel.”

“You?” Aziraphale raises an eyebrow. “You’re Gabriel?”

The man’s smile becomes wider in a tense sort of way. “Yes, I am.”

Aziraphale looks left and right again, obviously skeptical.

The man folds his hand on the table and sighs.

“Look, Aziraphale, I know I was supposed to be here at a quarter to nine, and I know you’ve probably called and texted a hundred times. I’m really, really sorry.” He looks down at his thumbs, fidgeting as he speaks. “I know this is going to sound lame, but I got caught up at work, and then my car ran empty. I wanted to call you, but I left my phone at the office.” The man sighs again, deeper, the air leaving his body causing him to flatten a bit. “This has been a pretty shite day, all things considered, and I was really looking forward to this date tonight. I would like the opportunity to make it up to you.” The man looks at Aziraphale from behind dark lenses, a sincere expression of regret on his face, eyes peeking over the frames pleading for a second chance.

Hazel eyes, with so many gold flecks crowding in they practically shine.

“Will you let me try?”

Aziraphale is stunned to silence. He doesn’t quite believe that Gabriel ever intended on showing up at all. But then, why is he here? Did some other plans he made fall through? Did he feel guilty about blowing Aziraphale off and turn around at the last minute? Aziraphale knows he has every right to leave - stand up, say goodbye, and go on his merry way. But Gabriel did show up – the first of three blind dates to even bother – so maybe Aziraphale should give him a chance.

He’s mulling it over when he catches sight of the man staring at him, a flirty smile on his lips that Aziraphale can’t help find alluring.

“Please?” the man mouths, the hands he’d folded on the table finding their way up to his chin to aid in his begging. “Please?”

Aziraphale rolls his eyes to pry his gaze away from the man’s mouth. “Alright. It sounds like you had a hard day. I can’t fault you for that.” The man looks relieved. His smile turns slightly impish, and Aziraphale finds himself giggling without meaning to. “Why don’t we have a nibble and get to know one another?”

Gabriel smacks his hand on the table in triumph. “Great!” he says, reclining back on the chair like a large snake relaxing in the sun. “Thank you! I promise, you won’t regret it!”

A hint of a smirk twists Aziraphale’s mouth at the corners as his waitress makes a sudden and unexpected appearance. “Don’t get ahead of yourself, my dear. You have a bit of time to make up for.”

***

“So my mate rings me up, and he’s screaming …” Gabriel gestures with his hands as he gets more into the story he’s telling, and Aziraphale watches, utterly captivated. If Aziraphale thought Reuben was a good storyteller, it’s only because he hadn’t met this man yet. “He’s straight yelling, “They’re everywhere! They’re everywhere! And it’s bloodcurdling, ya know? Like straight out of a horror movie. And I’m trying to pretend I have no idea what he’s talking about …” He pauses to catch his breath in the middle of a laugh while Aziraphale, already in tears, pictures Gabriel sitting at home, listening to his friend Ligur yelling while trying to make out like he has no idea what the man is on about. “And I’m just like, “Calm down, buddy.” But at home, I’m biting my fist trying not to blow my cover. And the next thing I know - bzzt.”

Aziraphale sobers slightly, his eyebrows shooting up. “Bzzt? What does that mean? Bzzt?”

“Bzzt as in the line goes dead. And on my end, the world might as well’ve stopped spinning because I knew what happened.”

“And what did happen?” Aziraphale asks, on the edge of his seat.

“They’d destroyed it! The rats! Those furry little buggers, they managed to knock out the phone system! And not just in my neck of the woods, but the whole of London!”

Aziraphale’s eyes go wide. “That was you!?”

Gabriel points to himself proudly. “That was me! All because …”

“All because you fed a rat!?”

“All because I fed a rat!” Gabriel guffaws so loudly, other diners turn their way to make sure he’s not choking.

“I remember that day!” Aziraphale says, but not too upset since he’s not all that fond of his cell phone. Necessary evil in his opinion. Tracy made him get it so he could field calls from potential suitors. But Tracy, who spends hours on the phone talking to her fiance, was livid!

It gives Aziraphale no small measure of satisfaction to say he now knows the man who inconvenienced her.

“I didn’t know its whole family lived in the building! Extendeds and all! I thought it was just one rat!”

“And what happened to them?”

“Exterminator, I guess,” Gabriel says with a hint of regret in his voice. “Rats are smart, though. Resilient, too. I’m hoping they got away.”

His story brings to Aziraphale’s mind Reuben’s story about the rat in his walls. He looks towards the table where he and his date were sitting, but a new couple has taken their place.

Huh, he thinks. Wonder when they left?

Aziraphale, having ordered a second glass of wine, takes a healthy sip, but the buzz he gets from the alcohol is nothing compared to the one he already has from this date with Gabriel.

“I have to say,” Aziraphale says as the laughter dies down, “I was a little wary about being set up. I mean, you hear so many stories. Best case scenario, you find your soulmate. Worst case, you wind up in the boot of someone’s car. But this is going so well!”

“Yeah. Yeah, it is,” Gabriel agrees, becoming suddenly quiet.

“I’ve never met a real live Pied Piper before!”

Gabriel laughs, but it’s not like before - not as effervescent and carefree. Aziraphale looks down at the empty plates on the table, at the stray pieces of crepes and deviled eggs they’d ended up splitting, not a single full bite left. As it turned out, they both ordered really well. Aziraphale didn’t think it was possible for two things to be so compatible.

He was wrong, pleasantly so.

“I know you had a rotten day but thank you for showing up. This was probably the most perfect blind date ever.” Aziraphale watches Gabriel, concerned that his attention seems to be slipping away.

Before he gets to comment, Gabriel beats him to it.

“Aziraphale, I have a confession to make.”

Aziraphale feels the butterflies that have been dancing in his stomach during dinner drop dead, as if hit by a sudden frost.

“Yes, Gabriel?”

“I …”

“Crowley! Hey! Fancy seeing you here, ya old bastard!”

Aziraphale’s attention pulls to the left, to a man with white hair and dark eyes heading their way. No, Aziraphale amends. He’s going to go past them, to a table on their right since neither of them are named Crowley. Aziraphale peeks at the handful of tables there, but no one seems to notice the man calling over their heads.

No one named Crowley is responding to his call.

He is sort of making a scene. Maybe this Crowley is trying to ignore him?

But the man coming their way seems completely focused on Gabriel.

Aziraphale looks to Gabriel, staring down at his plate and concentrating on it, as if praying this man, whoever he is, will pass them by.

Who could it be to him to elicit such a reaction, especially when it’s obvious he’s got the wrong man?

“Gabriel?” Aziraphale says, worried that perhaps something they ate soured his stomach. “Is there something the matter?”

Gabriel closes his eyes and shakes his head. “Aziraphale, I …”

“Crowley!” The man comes right up to their table and claps a hand on Gabriel’s shoulder, hard enough to make him flinch. “How long has it been, huh? Two months? Three?”

Gabriel sighs. He turns to the man looming over him and smiles the strained smile of a man about to commit a murder. “Hastur! Buddy! What a pleasant surprise!”

“Yeah.” The man chuckles. “You look like it is.”

“I thought you were vacationing down under.”

“Well, I’m back now. Aren’t you going to introduce me to your friend?” he asks, taking no time cutting to the chase.

“Aziraphale,” Gabriel … no, Crowley … says, doing everything in his power to avoid the full intensity of Aziraphale’s confused gaze, “I’d like to introduce you to Hastur. He’s … uh … an old friend of mine from school. Hastur, this is Aziraphale. He’s my … date for the evening.”

“Pleasure to meet you,” Hastur says, extending a hand. Aziraphale takes it and gives it a shake. It’s cold from the outdoors but not unpleasant. Hastur, on the whole, isn’t being impolite. He’s just oblivious.

As is Aziraphale.

“I’ve been tellin’ this asshat for years now he needs to get off his high horse and start dating again. Nice to see he finally took my advice.”

“Yeah, well, now that I have, why don’t you make yourself scarce so Aziraphale and I can continue?” Crowley grumbles, shooting Hastur several venom-filled glares.

“A’right, a’right,” he says, putting his hands up in defense, “don’t mind me. Just headin’ to the bar anyhow. Ring me up later, Crowley. We’ll go out for a few. Maybe your friend can come with us.”

“Will do.”

“You gentlemen have a nice night.” He bumps Crowley with his hip, winks at Aziraphale, then turns on his heel and heads for the bar.

The silence he leaves behind at Aziraphale and Crowley’s table is so thick, it could suffocate a wild boar.

Aziraphale clears his throat first. “So …”

Crowley follows, a bit softer. “So …”

“Tell me the truth,” Aziraphale says, too emotionally charged to keep frustration from cracking his voice.

“And if you don’t like what you hear?” Crowley looks at Aziraphale’s hands worrying his napkin, as if he’s longing to reach across the table and take one. “Are you going to leave?”

“I’m going to leave anyway. I just want to know who I’m calling the cops on when I get outside.”

“Don’t do that. I’m harmless. I promise.”

“Who are you?”

“Well … as you probably already know, my name isn’t Gabriel,” he says, finally removing his glasses and setting them aside. “It’s Crowley. Anthony Crowley. And I wasn’t your blind date. I’m not the man your friend set you up with.”

Aziraphale moves the napkin to his lap and smooths it, giving himself something other than Crowley to look at.

“To tell you the truth, I had a feeling,” he confesses. “I mean, you don’t seem like the type of man my friend would usually set me up with.”

“What kind of men does she usually set you up with?”

Aziraphale chuckles. “I don’t know. They don’t tend to show up.” Crowley growls, shakes his head in disgust. Aziraphale is flattered by his reaction. But he has to ask, “I don’t understand why? Why did you do this?”

“I stopped in for a drink and I saw you sitting at this table, waiting for your date.” Crowley grins. “I have to admit, I thought you were a looker, so I kept looking. I heard you talking to the waitress, making jokes. You sounded like a nice guy. You told her how your friend set you up, how excited you were. Then I heard you calling, saw you texting, and waiting and waiting and …"

“And you took pity on me,” Aziraphale says, embarrassment wearing a pit in his stomach.

“No, I was angry! I was angry that some dumb fuck got the chance to have a date with such a great seeming guy like you and he bailed. Opportunities like that don’t come by all the time and he threw his away. But I saw an opportunity and I took it. And no matter what you think about me now, I’m glad I did. Because you’re great. You’re really great. And I hope that you’ll forgive me and let me take you out on a real first date.”

The table becomes quiet again - Crowley watching Aziraphale, Aziraphale looking at his lap. The whole restaurant seems to have gone silent, as if everyone around them who has listened to them laugh and talk and watched them share their meal is waiting to see what Aziraphale is going to say. From somewhere off toward the kitchen door, Crowley thinks he sees a few of the waitresses peeking around a corner, watching their table a little too intensely.

“What else was a lie?” Aziraphale asks. “Everything you said over dinner, was any of that true?”

“All of it,” Crowley says. “Everything I said about living in Mayfair, owning a Bentley, taking a permanent gap year, working as a nanny for kicks, being an obnoxious trust fund baby, tormenting my friends with a rat army … here … wait …” Crowley opens his jacket and reaches into his pocket, pulling out his phone. He touches the screen, swipes it a few times, then hands it to Aziraphale. “Take a look. Granted I’ve only had this since the recent iPhone hit the bricks, but I’ve got a few pictures on it that should back me up. My Bentley, my flat, a few of my plants …” Crowley ticks photos off as Aziraphale flips through them. “There should even be one or two of the rats. Ligur sent them to me before he ran screaming.” Crowley snickers in such an off-handed way, Aziraphale can’t help believing him. And speak of the devil, next photo up is of a work station covered in black rats rooting through the works and apparently sending London skidding back to the dark ages.  

Maybe Aziraphale just wants to believe him, but as far as he’s concerned, Crowley is telling the truth.

“I … I don’t know,” Aziraphale says, handing the phone back.

“What?” Crowley asks, his expression of newly kindled hope falling off his face. “What don’t you know?”

“Yes, you’re telling the truth, but …”

“But …”

“I don’t know anything about you. Not really.”

“Fair enough,” Crowley says, slipping his phone back in his pocket. “But can I ask you a question?”

“I guess.”

“What did you know about Gabriel before you showed up here to meet him?”

“Well, I …” Aziraphale sits there with his mouth open, expecting words to come out that don’t exist, because he didn’t know anything about Gabriel. Not even what he looked like. Tracy told him that she showed Gabriel a picture of him, and that Gabriel would know him when he saw him. But other than that, all he had was Tracy’s assurance that they would work well together. In reality, Gabriel could have stopped by at some point, caught Aziraphale waiting for him, didn’t like what he saw, then turned around and left, and Aziraphale would have never known.

But Crowley on the other hand - Aziraphale has been talking to Crowley all through dinner. Provided he’s telling the truth, Aziraphale knows more about him than he does his best friend, and they used to room together.

“Okay,” he concedes. “You’ve got me. Alright, Crowley. Sure. I would love to go on a real first date with you.”

Crowley reaches his hand across the table and Aziraphale takes it, suddenly recalling the look in Reuben’s eye before he signaled for the check.

Crowley has a similar look.

He raises his hand for the check.

But after not seeing her for most of their meal, their waitress walks over and puts two glass flutes down. Then she pours each man a glass of champagne from a bottle Aziraphale is certain costs more than their meal.

“Uh, waitress?” Crowley calls to the woman before she can walk away.

“Yes, sir?”

“What’s this?” he asks, perplexed by the sudden appearance of alcohol.

“It’s champagne,” she says, as if that isn’t apparent. “The house special.”

“But we didn’t order champagne” Aziraphale points out.

“I know,” she says with a wink. “It’s on the house. Enjoy it. Take all the time you need …”

[hauntednightmarekitty]

The monsters within (2/2)

Word count: 3,558

Trigger/content warnings: hallucinations, gaslighting, demons, possession, homophobia, swearing, kissing, horror, scars, self-harm

That morning before I even stopped at my locker I went to find Taylor. He was behind the school; sat at a picnic table. He had headphones on and looked like he was trying to block the world out. 

I walked up to him and slammed my hands on the table, getting his attention. He pulled off his headphones as he cut me with a cold glare, not willing to make the first move. 

"Where did you go last night? You made my sister think I'm crazy." I said. 

"My parents don't exactly allow me to leave the house when I do, so I hid when I heard someone coming." 

"You disappeared in seconds." 

"I'm fast." He shrugged, ready to put his headphones back on. 

"My sister wasn't going to tell your parents that you were out." 

"I didn't know that. You have a stick up your ass, so it'd make sense for her to as well." 

"I do not have a stick up my ass." 

"I beg to differ." 

The bell rang and Taylor motioned towards the school. 

Without another word I turned to the school and left him at his table. 

I didn't see Lillith that day until after school when she caught me leaving the building. She fell into step next to me; curiosity graced her flawless features. 

"Where were you this morning?" She asked. 

"I was dealing with some business." 

"Ooo, spooky. Do tell." She leaned forward in a desperate attempt to catch my eye and I rewarded her action with a small smile. 

"There was a boy," Lillith's face fell the second those words left my mouth. "Don't worry, Lillie, I'm not into him. I just had to talk to him about something that transpired last night. It was nothing too big though." 

"What trans… trans… happened- what happened last night that you had to talk about with him?" 

"We crossed paths on our evening walks and he randomly disappeared." 

"You go for walks?" 

"Yeah, sometimes I have nightmares and going for a walk helps calm my mind." 

"You can always call me if you have a nightmare." 

"Father doesn't allow us to have cell phones." 

"Wait," she stopped and put a hand out to stop me as well, "so you don't have a phone." 

"No, I don't." 

"Then how do you talk to your friends?" 

"We're currently talking." 

"No, like when you're not face to face." 

"I don't. I don't have any friends." 

"I'm your friend!" Why does she insist on pitying you? 

"I don't need your pity." 

"It's not pity. I legit think you're cool." Now she lies to you. 

"Whatever, my father is here." 

"Ok, I'll see you tomorrow morning then!" She skipped off towards her mom's car and I was left with her words ringing through my head. 

The morning of Halloween Mr. Poe was even more active than normal. With everything happening he was stressed out and was, in turn, stressing me out as well. 

What if Lillith is just pranking you. What if Lillith thinks you're stupid. You're just going to make a fool of yourself. You suck anyway. It makes no sense why anybody would want to be your friend. Lillith hates you she hates- 

"Luna?" Lillith touched my shoulder and I jumped away from her, suddenly remembering where I am. Standing in front of my locker. "Are you ok?" 

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just some nerves about tonight. I don't go out often." 

"Don't worry about it. My mom is going to pick us up after school then we're gonna stop at my house to get ready." 

"That sounds acceptable." 

"Cool! Do you have a costume?" 

"A costume? For what?" 

"For Halloween, silly. You're supposed to dress up in a costume. It's really fun!" 

"I'm sorry, I've never celebrated before. I don't know the customs."

"I probably have something you can dress up as. I already have ideas." 

The bell rang causing Lillie to give me a curt smile then turn away with a wave. She didn't want me to make her late to class since I still haven't deposited my backpack in my locker. 

Lillith was right on time after school. She made it to my locker before even I did. She wants to get this over with. I took a moment to appreciate her. Her dark hair was pulled away from her face with clips, her colorful platform sneakers were scuffed at the toes, and her sweater was slightly oversized and made her look tiny. She looked over at me and waved, a smile stretching across her amazing face. 

"Are you ready to get this party started?" She asked when I made it into earshot. 

"We're going to a party?" I opened my locker to grab my things, to not make Lillie wait any longer than necessary. 

"Well, not really. You could consider the Halloween festival to be a party though." 

Lillith hooked her arm in mine and led me out to her mom's car. Her mom was a very talkative lady who asked me questions about my family until Lillith finally told her to lay off. Lillie had me pressed against her side the whole time and if I'm honest with myself I'd admit that I didn't hate it. Homosexuality is a sin, my little moon child. 

Once we got to Lillie's room she sat me down in a chair and stood behind me. She toyed with my hair, a smile played across her features. 

"You should tie this up, your eyes are beautiful." She said. 

"Why don't you do that then." 

She hummed approvingly then grabbed a hair tie off of her dresser and tied my hair back into a low pony. She spun me in her desk chair so I was facing her and she tilted her head. After a moment of regarding me, she reached over my shoulder and grabbed a black berrett off of her desk which she clipped my bangs out of my face with. 

Her face was inches from mine, her brown eyes looking into my own. She leaned in, her lips nearly brushing mine. Quick push her away! You can't let this succubus put you under her spell. 

I pushed her away from me before her lips could hit mine and she looked away, slightly frazzled. She made the quick decision to pretend that what just happened didn't happen and she walked to her closet to get something. 

"I have the perfect idea for your costume." She said. 

"What's your idea?" 

"Well, you're all black preppy goth look gave me the idea of-" She pulled cat ears out of her closet and placed them on my head, "cat girl! You look so cute!" 

"I look promiscuous." 

"I'll pretend that I know what that means and move on." 

"I look like a slut." 

"Oh, I don't think you look like a slut. You look cute." 

"Of course you would find it cute." 

"Stop being pissy, storm cloud." She kissed the top of my head then went back to her closet to change. She's gonna turn you into a homosexual. If you don't stop talking to her now you'll go to hell too. You don't want that. You don't want to be a sinner. 

"Do you like my costume?" 

I looked over to where Lillie was standing. She was wearing a red riding hood outfit complete with the dress and cloak. Her hair was flowing loosely around her shoulders and her lipgloss shined in the light. 

"Yeah, it looks good on you." Suppress the thoughts. Suppress the thoughts. Suppress the- 

"We could head over to the festival. It takes place in the park which is just a few minutes walk from my house." 

Lillie took my hand for the second time that night. She led me to the park talking up the festival the whole time. By the time we got there, I expected it to take place in a castle. 

She led me around the different booths and we bought candy and sweets galore.

 After a while, Lillith started dragging me towards the haunted house. In my gut, I knew it was a bad idea, but I didn't want to disappoint Lillie, so I sucked it up and went in with her. 

Jump scares have never been my forte, I get lost in my head and the jump scares become amplified because I wasn't expecting them. Not to mention this haunted house looked horrifying. 

We got to the front rather quickly and Lillie led me in, her hand gripping mine. The house immediately gave off an eerie feeling that set me on edge. 

Nothing happened in the first room but the second that we stepped into the second room a ghost jumped out of the wall at us, which caused both me and Lillie to scream. However, Lillie quickly recovered and laughed at herself while I remained in an anxious state. I could still feel the eyes of the ghost on me.

 I looked up from the floor and locked eyes with multiple shadowy figures that were slowly pressing closer. Lillie tugged on my hand to get me to keep moving, but I couldn't. My legs felt like jelly and I didn't want to move towards the shadows. 

She pulled on my hand more eagerly and when I looked up I saw blood dripping down the walls. Someone with a ski mask and chainsaw came towards us and I knew this was it. This was the moment that I died. 

I braced myself for death, but it never came. Instead, I felt Lillie's lips close to my ear. 

"Hun, can you walk? There's an emergency exit over there that we can take." 

I nodded weakly and managed to stumble out of the house, but the second that I hit the grass I was on my knees dry heaving. 

"What was that in there?" Lillie asked.

"You tried to kill me is what happened." I wiped my hand on my sleeve; the adrenaline started to ebb a little. 

"You weren't going to die, it was just a haunted house." 

"Exactly! There was a ghost and shadow creatures and blood and a man with a chainsaw, I thought I was going to die." 

"Luna, there weren't shadow creatures or blood, and the man with the chainsaw was just an actor. He pointed out the exit." 

"What do you mean?" 

"Do you see things that aren't there? I didn't see half of the stuff that you did." She's gaslighting you. You saw that stuff. 

"Don't tell me what's real and what isn't real when you can't even handle your own emotions and thoughts." 

"I can handle my emotions." 

"Tell that to the scars on your arms." 

"I'm working on that." She hugged herself defensively and turned away. "How do you know about that anyway." 

"You decided to try to cut yourself behind the school after being bullied." 

"You saw that?" Hurt cut across her features. 

"I may have witnessed that. It wasn't my place to intervene." 

"I thought we were friends." 

"We're not friends! You just decide to tag along with me no matter what I say and you badger me into going to things like this then put me through traumatic experiences for your enjoyment!" 

"I do not do that." 

"No, you're right. You just feel useless, so you use me to feel needed. The fact that I'm friendless is something that you think you can fix. Have you ever thought that maybe I like it that way?" 

She turned fully away this time. "I don't need to deal with this kind of harassment." 

"Yeah, just run away." I continued to yell up at her from my spot on the ground. 

She gave me one last hurt look before walking away. 

A few days later, at school, Lillith came up to me with an apologetic look on her face. 

"Luna," she said, "I'm sorry about how things went down between us. If you're ok with it I'd like to stay over. I'm sure a lot of what you said is true, so I'd like to work towards a mutually beneficial relationship between us." 

"Did you consult a dictionary for that speech?" I didn't look at her. I couldn't look at her. If I looked at her I'd let her come back. Good girl. 

"What? No." 

"Well, that was big words for someone like you. You can't even understand the fact that I don't want your friendship." 

"I thought that you were just against the one-sided friendship."

"I'm against friendship with you at all. You're a sorrowful excuse for a human being and I don't want to deal with it." 

"I'm over here trying to apologize and instead you just insult me?" 

"If you'd leave you wouldn't be insulted." 

Her eyes darkened and she finally turned to leave, casting me one last glance before finally leaving. 

I finished putting my stuff away and when I turned to walk to class I saw Taylor standing right next to me. 

"Taylor!" I squeaked. 

"Sorry, Luna." He backed away from me, a smile on his face. "Did Lillith leave you?" 

"She's a terrible person that I didn't want to be involved with." 

"You're better off without her anyway." 

"Thanks, I guess." 

"She was just holding you back anyway. Making you feel things that you shouldn't." 

"What do you mean?" 

"You had a major crush on her. You're better without her because now you don't-" 

"Why do you think I have a crush on her?" 

"It's obvious." 

"No, it's not." 

"To me it is." 

"Whatever, I'm going to class." 

"See you later then!" 

Days went by and Lillith finally respected my wishes and left me alone. Meanwhile, Mr. Poe was getting more and more aggressive and yelled at me more and more. He called me a failure and an idiot and every insult under the sun. 

One day though, a good week after Lillith had stopped talking to me, Mr. Poe was being especially terrible during lunch. 

You're a failure, nobody would want to be your friend even if you let them. You'll live alone your whole life. You're not even worth the air that you breathe. Just shut up and be the doormat that you know you should be. 

Taylor walked in at that moment, sitting next to me and giving a small wave to Mr. Poe. 

"Hey, Luna. What're you two talking about?" 

How Luna will never amount to anything. 

"You're probably not wrong." 

"Aren't you supposed to defend me?" I asked. 

"But he's not wrong." 

You should listen to this one, he seems good. 

"You'll make a good trophy wife someday, but you're not smart enough to do much else."

"You don't know that. You barely know me." 

"I know you better than you think." 

"You don't know me! You wouldn't know it! You don't know me." 

Taylor slowly walked towards me, which caused me to cower in the corner. 

"You're useless." Useless, Luna, useless. 

"I'm not useless!" USELESS "I'M NOT, DON'T CALL ME USELESS!" My hands went over my head as I tried to protect myself from their insults. But they just both broke into cackles. 

"Luna?" Lillith was crouched in front of me and I was suddenly unsure of how long she's been trying to get my attention. "Who are you talking to?" 

"Mr. Poe and Taylor. They're in the room. Do you not see them? They're in the room." 

"Hey, Luna." Lillith grabbed my cheeks, and she forced me to look up at her. "Don't listen to them. They aren't real." 

"You don't know what's real!" I cried as I pulled my knees closer. Are you going to let her trick you?

"Nobody else can see Taylor or Mr. Poe, they're hallucinations. Nobody is in here with you but me." She ran her thumb under my eyes and dried my tears. 

"Why should I believe you?" She's lying to you. She wants to hurt you. 

"Because I care about you and don't want to see you in pain. And I know how it feels to struggle with mental illness and not get help. It sucks and I don't want you to go through that." 

"Why would you care about me? I've been so mean to you." She doesn't care.

"Because I see how much you're struggling and I understand how hard it can be. I want to help, but I can only help if you let me." 

"How do I fix it then?" You can't fix me. I am you whether you want to admit it or not. 

"Are you going to let her get rid of me!" Taylor screamed at me from the opposite corner. 

I cowered away from him as I covered my ears and Lillith scooted closer. 

"First," she said, her voice oddly soothing. "You need to get out of your environment. That house is awful and terrible for you. Second, you need to get on some meds and don't expect the first one to work. Third, you need to talk to someone." 

"That's a lot…" Taylor was progressively getting closer and Mr. Poe was whispering in the back of my mind. 

"Let's start on step one then. You have enough bruises and scars to easily get emancipated from your parents. I say start with that and I'll convince my parents to let you stay with us." 

"Why would they want me?" 

"Because you're a sweet girl when you let yourself be and you're struggling so hard. I doubt they'd let you go through this on your own or leave you with your abusive parents." 

"They aren't-" 

"Don't defend them. That's not how you punish your kids. My parents barely even yell at me." 

"Ok, that… that does sound nice." 

"Good. Then tomorrow after school we're going to start the process of getting you emancipated." She held out her pinky to me, tears in her eyes. "I promise I will not leave you at any point. I'll be with you every step of your recovery." 

I hooked my pinky with hers, and I finally felt sure about something in my life. 

16 months later

Lillith pov

Luna had been living with us for almost a year and a half. Shortly after she moved out of her parents' house she started setting a therapist and was diagnosed with schizophrenia rather quickly. 

She got on some meds, but we still struggled for a while. There were days when she really couldn't tell her hallucinations for reality and she got super paranoid. She'd hear voices a lot and they usually weren't telling her great things. However, after some trial and error, we got her on some meds that work well for her. She sleeps better now and she's even more affectionate towards me now that she's not super paranoid about me hating her or wanting to hurt her. 

It's still taking a lot of effort from all of us to work through the trauma that her parents left her with, but I feel like we're making progress. 

She no longer believes in the religion that she was brought up in. Her therapist said that it's to be expected since she was suffocated by it for so long. I find it to be a step in the right direction because she's not letting her parents dictate her life anymore. 

She turns eighteen today and her big wish was to stay home and watch movies with me. So, I decided to make us a pillow nest on my bed and get her favorite movies ready to stream. I had gotten my mom to help me distract Luna while I set everything up and so far it was going great. 

I turned off the lights to prepare for her arrival and the fairy lights that I have set up in my room twinkled beautifully. I heard Luna's voice down the hall and I climbed into the blanket nest to prepare for her arrival. 

She walked in and immediately caught my eyes. She inhaled sharply and looked around the room. "Lillith," she said, breathily, "what is all of this?" 

"You said that you wanted to stay in and watch movies, so I created a blanket nest. I thought that we could cuddle and stream your favorite movies. How does that sound?" 

"That sounds wonderful." She climbed into the blanket nest before she cuddled into my side. I watched her pull a blanket over our laps then lay her head on my shoulder. 

I passed her the laptop and she turned on Coroline. It was a movie that she discovered when she first moved in and couldn't stop watching after that. 

Right before the opening credits started rolling she pecked my lips, a faint blush dusted her cheeks. "Thanks for everything that you've done. I don't know where I'd be right now if it weren't for you." 

"Probably dead in a ditch." 

Her laugh was like music to my ears. "You're probably right."

"You do know I love you, right?" 

"You show me every day." 

I pulled her closer to my side, as I buried my face in her hair to hide my tears. She'd never kissed me before. I suspected that she liked me and I liked her, but I didn't want to push her by making the first move. 

Something inside me told me that everything was finally going to be okay. 

[poppythewitcher]

SPN hell binge Episode 1

Yippe kayay Mother Fuckers, Let’s do this! (edited in the morning or grammar)

Should I watch the recap?

Is that cheating?

I mean It’ll set up the season?

But it it cheating?

Like I’m supposed to get context like when you start a comic half way through

I’m gonna watch the recap just cause I know I won’t even understand that

Aw the cw logo, lets you know you’re getting into some shit

oooo decapitations

what how many of them are there

their voices don’t sound like I imagined

Fuck i kinda forgot Jeffery Dean Morgan was in this

You expect me to take these fuckers seriously where their father, the root of their daddy issues, is Denny fucking Duquette

I’m still confused who the fuck is Jack

I think he’s the antichrist

Listen the practical FXs tho

why is half the recap just a zombie fight

is this the beginning of the this episode or like the end of the last?

oh wait it was the last

listen I get continuity but the fucking font the credits are in makes me want to die

Gay angel can commune with the dead that’s nice

Why did they think that flimsy ass thing will hold the door

“He said welcome to the end what does that mean” the network is finally pulling the plug on this shit show

i love the casual discussion of smiting

I relate to dean in that I too have daddy issues and hate sky-daddy

Is Sam the only function one on this show?

Nope he let the zombies into the crypt

oooops the antichrist is awake

oh its a demon not the antichrist

demon with fashion sense

a demon talking about being a demon the way I talk about working at Starbucks

I like how Sam’s like yeah Cas, give your blood to the minimum wage demon who just met that is currently inhabiting the body of some kid we all really cared about

Nothing could go wrong with that

wait what that fucking worked

how did the minimum wage demon fix God’s mess

okay random teens because horror tropes of violence against young “stupid” women who are just enjoying their lives because it’s easier to enjoy the thing when the male gaze and patriarchal culture not only fetishizes violence against women but it makes the horror easier to watch because it’s not as scary when the victim is a vapid and brainless teenage girl, thus making the male viewer feel secure because his ego tells him that he is stronger and smarter than these weak female and therefore would not fall victim to the monster even though that makes no sense in this context when their main demographic is gen-z girls,gay and theys.

also who gave the camera to the guy with hand tremor what was that shaking

When you have to kill a character but the actor still needs to pay the bills

are they literally just gonna spend the whole season tracking down runaway ghosts this is gonna be worse than I thought

Like is that really Jensen Ackles’s voice is doesn’t sound real

ooo spooky car crash

Wait woman in white wasn’t that the fucking pilot i watched that

oh god really all the fucking monsters of the week are back fuck me what have I gotten myself into

Why is this show trying to be a fucking 80s horror movie now we have a poor housewife and her daughter being haunted by ghosts really

and its not just that its the cinematography and the lighting like the whole fucking mise en scen

its a fun aesthteic but goddamn did they really milk 15 season out of this shit? did anyone actually watch after season 12?

motherfucker a killer clown wow

Like I feel like they’re making they’re voices deeper on purpose

I’m sorry what in the living fuck is this dumb ass FBI shirt that Sam is wearing that does not look real you are not fooling anyone honey has this really been your shtick for 15 fucking years and you look like THAT holy fucking hell it genuinely looks like the costume department is barely trying

Mr. Trench coat honestly looks more believable

wait is minimum wage demon a neanderthal

And he;s hitting on one half or the queer baiting wonder twins great

Minimum wage demon: “who was he”

me: “wouldn’t we all like to know”

I mean me. I would like to know thank you minimum wage demon for getting me this info

So he’s they’re kid that’s nice

Wait

So the queer baiting wonder twins had a FUCKING CHILD TOGETHER

holy fuck they weren’t kidding this really is hell

the blood stains are really good like a little bright for being old dried blood but still the practical FX slaps and I’m already starting to think that’s the show’s one redeeming quality

That child is defffffff possessed

This thing is giving me flashbacks to early quarantine when my ex made me watch killer klowns for outer space on Netflix party would not reccomend

I mean I wouldn’t reccomend this either but

Who’s Rowena

Why is the angle that low and harsh on the minimum wage demon being a fan boy like really why

Why is it a dutch too

I just want to talk to the cinematographer and see if he’s okay

Like It went to a stand eye level over the shoulder and then nack to the super harsh low dutch what’s going on

Also Who’s Micheal

Like Micheal the angel?

Is Micheal an angel? idk

why does Cas readily hand out the info that he’s an angel

Sam shot god and honestly fucking mood

is it just Sam or does every one get fucked up if they try to hurt sky-daddy cause that’s kind of a dick move

I feel like I’m supposed to recognize the MILF in white but I haven’t seen the show so IDK

What’s with the whole human sacrifice heart thing like is that standard here

I thought they were going door to door they literally only went to the one house

the killer klown from outer space is back and he has friends

I love how Cas is just like offend and exasperated over being shot

and then just fucking La Llorona makes an appearance

are the spell in fucking Latin on this show

this is why I’m a Witcher stan like at least Sapkowski’s creative an used a different dying language

why does Sam have to stay be hind like in theory they could just sprint

and he picked up the kid he’s like the one functional one here

Sam just told the killer klown from outer space to shut up and honestly same

I have 5 minutes left and it feel like it’s been an eternity

how many times have they been uncomfortably thanked by a little girl on this show cause I feel like the answer is too many

Why is the pie man such a bitch to his husband like way to press against the whole queer baiting wonder twins thing we get it you’re uncomfortable with your character’s repressed bisexuality please maybe chill you made the gay angel sad

even the minimum wage demon gets it

that looks infected

oh yeah dean’s oldest daughter syndrome is back that’s nice

I feel like I see the appeal of this show and how it could be good but then it went to hell

Wait are they actually god now what the fuck

like is this whole season just some Nietzsche bullshit okay

why does dean say just you and me? You also have a gay angel and a minimum wage demon

Final thoughts: I’m going to bed. I’ll do more tomorrow. This really is a dumpster fire. What have I gotten myself into

[histeetharenotsoft]

honestly i have no idea how i’m supposed to make it to ep 165

because 162 killed me, like 3 times

spoilers below the cut!

ITS GERRY!!!!!! MR KEAY I MISS YOU

but this is the first time we’ve actually Heard him, not secondhand or with spooky ghost echo, just as a normal voice on a tape. and i just want to hug him so much because ohhhh boy he has no idea what’s going to happen and also i am love him

“do i get to hear them?” “perhaps. if you live long enough.” shut up gertrude shut the fuck up don’t just mention gerry dying so casually its Rude

hmmm i might write a fic where jon, sasha and gerry are somehow all the archivist because I Can Do What I Want

ooo here we have more fire in the archives foreshadowing

did. did gerry’s chair scrape when gertrude raised her voice. like he flinched. someone hug this man

and then his voice goes all quiet when gertrude is lecturing him and Mary Keay Can Catch These Hands

“you are occasionally useful despite your foolishness” wowwww gertrude. what glowing praise. don’t just say that to his face come onnnn

but “useful” though. “useful”. i know we already know gertrude is an ‘ends justify means’ type character but goddamn if that isn’t just a perfect description of her relationships with people: categorised by their use to her plans and nothing more

“the network of sinister tunnels that snake beneath the archive” gertrude definitely knows about the tunnels lets be real. she’s just protecting jurgen leitner stupid idiot motherfucking jurgen leitner goddamn fool book collecting dust eating rat old bastard shithead idiot avatar of the whore

what i wouldn’t give for gerry to have canonically beaten up jurgen leitner more than once. that’s going in my triple archivist fic

“what happens if we fail” oh. oh no. oh no whats gertrude going to say

“i suspect death puts us beyond their power” hmmm. seems like a fair point but i feel like the end would come up with some fuckery because this universe is a bastard and doesn’t let anyone get the rest they deserve. this isn’t really important to the plot (at least I Hope Not) but the thought of eldritch fear gods being able to reach us after death... chills

“[actual death] is preferable to lingering in a world they control” oh no that’s not good for jon to hear

“they might even stop death entirely.” hmmm. HMMMMMM

“and taxes?” “taxes i imagine will continue” hell yeah jonny get his ass (’him’ being capitalism). also i know the coronavirus lockdown isnt exactly an apocalypse caused by eldritch fear gods forcing themselves through into our world, but considering the shit thats been going on? yeah i imagine taxes would continue

“could it be undone?” “no, i don’t think so” oh no. oh no jon. jon nooo. he’s just playing it over and over and god he must be feeling so guilty and helpless. he also gets a hug. and another. and then three more. then one more but it lasts for like an hour before i have to phase back into my own dimension

TIM AND SASHA i’m still not prepared to hear their voices i love they

sasha is so competent she’s incredible and i am in awe of her

hell yeah tim is drinking his respect woman juice

“jimmy magma. joany magnum? jack magnet” asjdfhakjfhakjhfk tim you’re the best

“what if we kill him” Fuck Off Jonny You Can’t Do That

SADHJA WAS GOIJNG YO QUIKT I AM SJDFHKJLASLKFDJGKSDJHF

holy fuck we got canon timsasha. also “you’re not the love interest”??? sasha was a lesbian. source: me, also a lesbian. who can Do What She Wants

“you might be the character they drop after the pilot” sasha no dont say that!!!! as the character who was dropped after the pilot (ok season not episode but still) i have determined that is Illegal. and yes i know sasha was killed off for entirely valid reasons and not just dropped but shhhh i am hurting

“i dont have anything keeping me here” oh sasha. oh you sweet summer child. i wish that was the case. i really do

oh hey sasha knew about tim’s brother? martin told tim about his CV? THE S1 ARCHIVE STAFF WERE FRIENDS AND I MISS THEM A LOT BECAUSE GODDAMMIT THE S3/4 STAFF DIDN’T FOUND-FAMILY LIKE THEY WERE SUPPOSED TO

“no such thing as the real you”? “it’s all just masks”??? jonny stop stop im already dead you dont need to kill me again

(god i fucking hate that i get the stanislavsky bit. i only did drama gcse but the exam was terrible because none of the exam board’s practice questions were even anywhere close so no one was prepared and i spent so long revising all these pointless notes on how to answer the difficult questions and i regret it So Much and any reminder of that fucking bullshit exam i had to do Fills Me With Rage

“if you get eaten alive by improperly filed statements, me and martin will avenge you... we’ll burn this place to the ground.” god i am in pain. not only do we have more archives arson foreshadowing but we also have this line that hits like a punch in the gut because they didn’t avenge sasha, did they?

“i find it highly unlikely this sasha ever even existed at all” “i’m unforgettable” shut up shut the fuck up is this allowed? IS THIS ALLOWED???? because it fucking shouldnt be. it’s murder jonny time lads!!!

is. is jon crying. oh no

and then he gets fucking posessed by the cabin?? i love how the format of the statements has changed its very interesting

The One You Love The One You Love The One You Love

jonmartin are so in love that even eldritch fear cabins can’t not see it. jonny really said “you can read their relationship as platonic... but i am going to do my goddamn best to make that hard for you” huh

and fuck, this statement. it’s so creepy and i love how we cant distinguish which entity it is, because does it even matter any more? the list of 14 was a human creation anywhere, i think the ‘different parts of a body’ metaphor l*itner used is makes more sense now. it doesn’t matter which part of the body is attacking you, it matters that you’re being attacked in the first place so figuring out which part it is isn’t really a priority any more

but i think it’s mostly stranger and spiral? i also get very vague corruption vibes from the description of the planks because “they are warmer, softer and more yielding than the timber they present”? ugghhhh. corruption has often been associated with this kind of ‘wrong’ warmth (think jon amherst) and it also brings to mind that episode where the guy nails meat all over his walls and the rot makes the statement giver’s ceiling collapse. but then there’s the lonely there too, because yes jonmartin have each other but jon says it himself: “it will not let you feel the warmth of joy this love may claim to gift”. just try tell me the concept of being unable to find happiness in love isn’t Lonely, even if it’s not entirely true

but yeah basically i love the merging of entities present in this creepy statement

“our tomb” huh. the pov changes here, it’s gone from talking about jon in second person, to talking as jon in first person. so if jon wasn’t possessed by SpOoKy CaBiN like i thought (because if he was, why would he suddenly switch like this? it doesnt make sense)... then what was making that statement? my instinct is to say it was The Archivist or rather, The Archives talking about jon but like a separate personality, which... yikes

“[this will be] my chrysalis. it is time that i emerge.” monster jon? monster jon. this line gave me chills because damnnnn i love me some good eldritch!jon

“i wanted to leave and hunt down elias” hell yeah jon go and brutal pipe murder that bastard its what you deserve

martin has packed bags already and he brought tea and i love him so muchhhhh

and jon’s smile is AUDIBLE he loves martin so much my tiny heart can’t handle it

“we got this.” “apparently so 😍 “ just tell me you can’t hear the heart eyes in jon’s voice. oh wait. you cant

LET MARTIN BURN SOMETHING ITS WHAT HE DESERVES

“we can’t fight the world, martin” “says you” afkjhasfkjhadkjghdakjghakdgf

to summarise:

get ready for me to type out the same summary for all 40 episodes because jesus fucking christ. jonny’s writing never fails to make me Feel All The Emotions at once. i give this one a spooky sentient cabin out of 10

[writinginstardust]

Halloween

Pairing: contains Kaliis Gilwraeth x Aurora Jie-Lin O’Malley, Tyler Jones x Finian de Karran de Seel, Scarlett Jones x Cat Brannock

Request: @window-sill-reeader asked “ What if Halloween wasn't a thing in the future and aurora gets really excited for it but nobody else knows what it is so she force's everyone to wear homemade Halloween customs and throws a Halloween party for the crew. ”

Warnings: swearing, suggestive things, prepare yourself for Finian’s costume

A/N: Okay so it’s mostly general on the relationships but follows Auri so tends to have more focus on Kalora, then Tylian because I am trash and literally have to put it in everything, and then some very background Scarcat. Um, I had a lot of fun writing this and coming up with their costumes (shoutout to some of the guys in aurorafiles for helping with your suggestions). Anyway, happy halloween! and I hope you enjoy this!

Word Count: 2328

*

“What are you doing?” Kal asked as he walked into the common room and found Auri surrounded by piles of fabric.

“Making Halloween costumes,” she replied simply as if that explained anything to Kal.

“Hallow-what?” Auri stopped her sewing and looked up at him.

“Wait. Has no one ever explained Halloween to you? I thought Tyler or someone would have at least.”

“No. I have never heard of this Halloween.”

“Well, looks like I’ve got some educating to do.” She cleared some space on the floor beside her and patted the spot. Kal came and sat beside her. Before she could start explaining, however, the rest of the squad wandered in.

“Hey guys, what’s u- what are you doing?” Tyler looked quite taken aback when he noticed the mess of material that had taken over the entire space. 

“She’s making Halloween costumes,” Kal supplied. That didn’t seem to clear anything up for the rest of the squad either and Auri frowned at their puzzled expressions.

“It is October right?” She asked.

“Yeah…” Tyler looked deep in thought when he answered, like he was trying to figure out a particularly difficult astrodynamics question. “Halloween, you said?”

“Yep. What, do you guys not celebrate that anymore?”

“I’ve never even heard of it,” Cat said and most everyone else murmured agreements.

“I read something about it once but I can’t remember anything about it.” Tyler seemed irritated by his own lack of knowledge.

“I believe Halloween is an old Earth festival that took place on the last day of October,” Zila piped up. Of course she’d be the one that knew. “It’s origins were in ancient folklore and it was considered to be the day the veil between the physical world and spirit world was thinnest. In modern times it was more an excuse to dress up, typically in scary costumes, and receive candy from neighbours.” Everyone stared at her in surprise for a moment. Zila really did know everything.

“Yeah that’s about the gist of it,” Auri admitted.

“Sounds weird. I’m in,” Fin said, an excited glint in his eyes. “What do we do?”

“Well everyone celebrates- celebrated differently…”

“Tell us.” Kal smiled encouragingly and Auri explained everything. All the traditions she’d heard of anyway. Pumpkin carving, trick or treating, the parties, the decorating, the costumes, the movie marathons, the haunted houses and ghost tours. Everyone looked beyond excited by the time she was done.

“That sounds like so much fun,” Scarlett exclaimed. “Why don’t we do that anymore?”

“I don’t know but we’re bringing this tradition back,” Cat said. Auri was positively beaming. She loved Halloween and was over the moon that all her friends seemed so excited about it.

“Okay so what are the rules for costumes?” Tyler asked.

“There are none. Some people do scary, some go as their favourite characters, animals, memes, objects, celebrities, nurses, princesses. Literally anything. Some people go all out and some just throw on a short skirt and some cat ears. It’s really up to you.”

“Oh I am going to have so much fun with this.” Finian’s eyes were gleaming and Tyler shot him a nervous look.

“I think telling him about this might have been a mistake.” And Auri had to admit, Tyler was probably right. Still. It would certainly be interesting.

“Don’t worry goldenboy. You’re going to love my costume.”

“I definitely don’t want to see it now,” Cat grimaced.

“I second that.” Kal spoke for the first time in a while. “I’m not sure what to wear myself.”

“Don’t worry,” Auri said with a grin. “I’ve got you covered.” Well that was that, then. If Auri had already decided on something like this, nothing was going to sway her. 

“Ooo!” Scarlett suddenly jumped up from where she’d been perched on the arm of a sofa. “We should tell everyone else about Halloween and have a proper party!”

“Oh my god, yes!” Auri jumped up as well. This might just turn out to be the best Halloween she’d ever had.

*

A week later saw the squad and half the legion taking over one of the huge training rooms, dancing and drinking in their homemade costumes. Auri was pleased to see that a lot of people had put real effort into their outfits, though none more so than Scarlett. She’d truly gone all out and embraced the Halloween spookiness and her horror makeup was concerningly convincing. Cat was watching her from the spot she’d claimed against the wall by a plastic skeleton, drink in hand, obviously pining. Auri hoped maybe Cat would finally do something about that tonight or that Scarlett might finally realise. For someone so good at reading people, she was incredibly clueless about her best friend.

Cat looked good. Auri didn’t usually look at Cat that way but even she had to admit the girl was killing it in her retro Top Gun style pilot outfit tonight. Surely Scarlett would take notice of that. Plenty of other people were. Her thoughts on the Cat/Scarlett situation were abruptly cut off when Kal rejoined her with two cups of who knew what.

“Is this living up to your expectations?” He asked as he handed her one of the cups, his cloak brushing against her with the motion. 

Auri was very proud of her work on their costumes. She hadn’t even had to think about what they were going to go as. Frodo and Legolas. There was no way she was going to pass up the opportunity to get Kal dressed up as her favourite elf and well, she was short with dark hair and a love of Lord of the Rings. Obviously she had to come as Frodo. And she’d put a lot of effort into making their costumes look good.

“It’s even better than I’d hoped it would be. Everyone really got into it.”

“They certainly did.” Kal surveyed the room, a smile on his face at how well it had all turned out. At how happy it was making Auri.

“Think we have the best costumes?” Auri asked him.

“Yes. Although Scarlett also looks- Great Maker…” Auri turned to see what had shocked Kal so much and nearly choked on her drink. Finian had just walked in. And he’d certainly had fun with his costume, as promised. Auri wasn’t sure whether she should regret mentioning the existence of slutty nurse costumes or not. On the one hand, it was hilarious. On the other, she could happily have gone the rest of her life without seeing Fin wearing such a short dress. And just where the hell had he managed to find fishnets?

“Hey, have you guys seen Fin?” Tyler, dressed in a very tight spandex superhero costume, walked up to them then, already a bit drunk and clearly not having noticed where their eyes were trained yet. Auri didn’t have speech back yet and lifted her hand, wordlessly pointing in Finian’s direction. Tyler’s eyes followed her finger and he let out a strangled noise when he finally laid eyes on the boy.

“...Fuck...me…”

“Funny, I always thought it would be the other way around,” Scarlett teased as she came over and joined them.

“Yeah, usually...” Tyler said absentmindedly before realising he was talking to his twin sister about his sexual preferences and that was not a conversation either of them wanted to have. “I mean…”

“Just stop talking,” Scarlett cut him off.

“Good idea.”

“Happy Halloween!” Finian yelled when he neared the group, eyes raking over Tyler, very clearly enjoying the sight.

“Yeah, I think it will be,” Tyler breathed, eyes still trained on his boyfriend. Scarlett and Auri both groaned in disgust.

“Get your mind out of the gutter or get out of here,” Scarlett warned him. Tyler thought about it for a moment but the longer Finian looked at him like he wanted to eat him alive, the more he wanted to leave and let it happen.

“Okay, looks like we’ll be off then,” Tyler said. Finian was grinning when Tyler took his arm and pulled him away from everyone, disgusted noises following in their wake.

“Maker, I hate being around them sometimes,” Scarlett bemoaned.

“I don’t know. They’re kinda cute,” Auri tried to defend.

“I’m not sure you would be saying that if you had walked in on some of the things I have.” Kal shuddered at some of the memories.

“Is that not why knocking was invented?” She asked.

“Knocking doesn’t make a difference when they’re doing it in the halls and common room,” Scarlett pointed out.

“Point taken. It’s nice they’re both happy though.”

“I suppose.”

“So...what about you?” Auri seized the opportunity to broach the subject of her and Cat. “Anyone making you happy yet?”

“Not at the moment.” Her eyes flicked over to where Cat was standing though and Auri didn’t fail to notice. She exchanged a glance with Kal who nodded slightly, encouraging her to continue.

“You should go for it, you know.”

“Hmm?”

“With Cat.”

“What!?” Scarlett’s eyes widened.

“How have you not noticed she likes you too?”

“Even I find it rather obvious,” Kal backed up.

“Oh.” Scarlett’s eyes returned to Cat who was looking her way as well. She offered her a smile and raised her beer in acknowledgement. Scarlett waved back quickly before turning back to Auri as she spoke again.

“Go get her.”

“Okay,” Scarlett said absently and walked across the room without another word.

“Everyone owes me big time for putting an end to all that pining,” Auri said as she turned back to Kal, now able to give him her full attention like she wanted.

“We do. And what is it I am to owe you for this?”

“A kiss,” Auri suggested with a small smile.

“I think that would be a fair price.” He paid it then and there, leaning down to lightly press their lips together for a moment before pulling away again. His smile was all kinds of fond and Auri felt it warm her from the inside out.

“You know, I think it would be okay for you to pay everyone’s debts. Don’t you?”

“I do think that would be acceptable.”

“Do you wanna get out of here then?” She asked.

“Are you sure you don’t want to stay at the party a bit longer? You were very excited for this tradition.”

“We can have another one next year. Besides, there’s another Halloween tradition I want to introduce you to.”

“And what tradition might that be?” He asked, intrigued. Auri grinned.

“The one where you ‘watch’ horror movies and make out when it gets scary.” Kal’s eyebrows shot up but he was smiling, clearly pleased at that idea.

“I think that sounds like a very good tradition.”

“Me too. Come on.” She took his hand and started tugging him towards the exit. “Let’s go.”

“Do you not wish to say goodbye to the others?”

“They’re already gone.” And looking around, Kal realised she was right. Tyler and Finian were very conspicuously absent from the party - there was no way you could miss them in those outfits - and Scarlett seemed to have slipped away with Cat almost immediately after she’d left them both. Neither of them had any idea where Zila was but she probably hadn’t stayed for long in the first place.

The light in the hall was blinding and they stopped in the doorway for a minute to let their eyes adjust. They immediately wished they hadn’t when a few feet down the hall they saw Tyler and Fin kissing very enthusiastically. How hard was it to wait until they reached one of their rooms?

“Will you two get a room?” Auri said pointedly. Thankfully they stopped and turned to her to apologise. Well, Tyler did. Finian didn’t look the least bit sorry. “I got Cat and Scarlett to get it together by the way. Feel free to thank me.” She grinned, knowing how much both girls’ pining had been driving Tyler mad.

“Oh thank the Maker,” he breathed out. Something flashed in Fin’s eyes in response to Tyler’s words and tone and Auri decided she definitely did not want to know. “I owe you one.”

“Don’t worry. Kal’s got it covered.” Tyler waggled his eyebrows suggestively at that and Auri managed to only blush a little. 

“Would you like me to pay his debt now?” Kal asked.

“Yes, please.” She stood on her toes as Kal leaned down and again captured her lips in a soft kiss. He lingered for longer this time and Auri let him. She wasn’t going to be the one to end this. A throat being cleared is what finally did.

“What was that you told us about getting a room?” Fin asked, a smug smirk on his face. Auri rolled her eyes at him.

“I wasn’t groping my boyfriend’s ass, unlike you.” Fin and Tyler just shrugged as if there’d been no problem with what they were doing. “Just find somewhere private before you start taking each other’s clothes off. Please.”

“We’ll try,” Fin assured. Shaking her head, Auri took Kal’s hand again and started walking down the hall.

“We’re going to bed. See you tomorrow. Stay safe!” She called over her shoulder.

“You too!” Tyler yelled back while Fin wolf-whistled.

“Yes Pixieboy! Get i-”

“Shut up Fin.” Tyler stopped him before he could finish whatever he’d been about to say. Thank god for Tyler Jones.

“I get where you and Scarlett are coming from now,” Auri sighed when they rounded a corner. “They are not cute.”

“They certainly aren’t. But you are.” Auri’s cheeks flushed at that and she bit back a grin.

“So are you Legolas.” Kal frowned down at her.

“I would not say I am cute.”

“I would.” She leaned up to kiss his cheek quickly and he couldn’t help but smile at the action. “Come on. You’ve still several people’s debts to pay.” And, when they reached Auri’s room, pay them he did.

*

Tag Lists: (send an ask if you want to be added!)

Everything: @wonderfilledness @writingbychelle @ad-astraaaa @moderngenius94

Aurora Cycle: @aurising

[sailor-cresselia]

Zi-O 14: Raw viewing

Hm. Hmmm. HMMM.

omoshiroi.

Here’s the liveblog for Zi-O 14, pre-subs.

These are apparently taking me several hours to watch now, since I’m taking notes live, and with checking the wiki to get names right and backing up frequently to check images and figure out what I can actually hear. Whoops.

(WOW that phrase comes in handy.)

Woz, where’d you go – oh, so the clock’s not just some sort of Aesthetic Background. It’s actually there.

Okay, I can’t tell if he’s pissed because Sougo’s kinda dead, or because he’s not the reason Sougo’s kinda dead, but Geiz is pissed.

Aw. I think he might actually care.

“Can’t you just tell them that I’m right here?”

“They wouldn’t believe me.”

Urgh, I can’t actually get what they’re saying. I THINK it’s along the lines of:

Takeru: “So, I’m the only one who can see you, and it ‘might’ be because of this.” He pulls out the Ghost watch.

Sougo: “Ohhhh. So Geiz is headed to see the past you.”

Takeru: “Wait, what? The past?!” (oh god no not time travel again!)

(Re: the opening)

HEY WAIT.

Apparently, episode 11 was the last time that the final shot of the Opening had that uncomfortable ‘burning page reversing itself while grainy footage of Zi-o on his bike’ sequence. Episode 12 turned it to being a straight shot of Zi-o Riding his bike straight at the camera between two jets of flame. I only noticed watching 14, just now, but huh. I thought the only changes that had happened so far were the shots of the Time Jackers updating.

I’ll have to check on that later.

Ohh… Another Ghost immediately went after the crane operator… that’s really heartbreaking.

(Geiz, bud, what’s with the terrible green-screen? Your transformation’s usually better done than that.)

Hora: Come on, we need to kick Geiz’s butt in the past.

Tsukasa: Pft. Plebe. I can travel on my own, thanks. (proceeds to open a dimensional portal of his own)

Thank you for not summoning the hoodies this time, Geiz.

Enter Ryuki!Decade… who promptly changes to Ghost!Decade… oh, this could be good. (I paused mid transformation to write, mind you.)

The rules of time travel say that only one version of a rider’s powers can exist at a time. Somehow, the Another Riders count as this, but the Ride Watches don’t, which bugs me. But now… We have Another Ghost present, Geiz is using the Ghost Watch, and Decade is about to use the Ghost Card.

How will this play out… (spoiler alert to 2:00 am samantha from 3:30 am samantha: it made absolutely no difference. drat.)

SURE, you’ll let TSUKASA be spooky, but what about Takeru, huh? HUH?!?

Okay, so Geiz just summoned Musashi and Edison. Another Ghost has Robin Hood and Newton. Tsukasa got Billy the Kid and… um. I think that’s Beethoven? Yup. Beethoven.

OUCH. Geiz’s losing streak continues, with a distressing looking slash from the Gan Gun Saber, followed by a pair of Rider Kicks from Ghost!Decade and Another Ghost.

That red-and-black aesthetic of Another Ghost’s Emblem behind his kick though… Mm. Yes. This is still such a good Another Rider look. … and actually, this is the first time since Another Build and Another Ex-aid that we’ve seen this much of an Another Rider using their bases powers, isn’t it? Build was making bottles and using them, and Ex-aid was summoning bugster mooks. Okay, that’s admittedly actually a Bugster thing, but he was also generating game areas, so it still counts.

Hm. No sequence breaking for us, it would seem. Decade just wiped the Ghost Watch, turning it blank… and tossed Geiz the Decade Watch before taking off.

Interesting.

Or we could have some compeletely different sequence breaking, seeing as how Takeru had to pilot the time mazine for Sougo. Yanno, due to incorporeality. THEY landed just before Mika’s brother dies, as opposed to Geiz landing just after.

I hate to say this, but Nani The F*ck? So clearly, inherently magical Takeru can also force shove objects, because he just deflected the beams before they could hit either Mika or her brother. So now he can’t become Another Ghost, which sends Sougo back to his body… in 2018. While 21-year-old!Takeru is now in 2015. Where spooky!18-year-old!Takeru is supposed to also be.

Oh deary. So Heure pulls out the blank watch he was going to use to make Another Ghost, and summons a bunch of Ganma mooks with it. Fine, good, he’s ticked, makes sense. They attack 21!Takeru. Fine, fine.

Makoto shows up, asking why Takeru isn’t transforming.

He’s asking 21!Takeru – who, being from an altered timeline, does not remember being Ghost (allegedly).

“Oh, right, I’m a Kamen Rider. Makoto, let’s go!”

Mind you, Makoto is played by the same actor as always, and clearly neither of these men have aged a much more than a day since 2015, since they still look pretty much identical. This is for the best, because otherwise we’d have to wonder why Makoto doesn’t catch that suddenly Takeru (who should not be aging in 2015) looks bit older than he ought to.

((Takeru: Oh, man, I’m out of practice, last time I did this was December, one year ago for me, two years from now… I might be stuck here… ~oh well~ ~not like I haven’t gone off script like thirty different ways before~))

I don’t know what just happened in the hospital (2018) but I do not like it. That was very uncomfortable to watch. I can get that the whole Sougo-going-back-to-his-body thing just was undone, since Another Ghost exists again, but. What was Woz explaining? And he didn’t move when he said ‘waga maou.’ That was… that wasn’t a thought sound effect for that, the ‘stylization’ for thoughts and narrative are about the same, and they aren’t as faint as that. That felt like… idk, a telepathy thing?

~It’s not Ghost without sister issues~

Takeru: (oh no oh no I think we pulled it off? Maybe? Oh no Makoto’s looking at you say something)

Takeru: Uh, okay, uh, hey, Makoto, give the other Takeru my regards.

Makoto: ???

(exit: stage future)

Geiz is worried. That is a worried Geiz. And a stressed Sougo. And an uncle who is definitely faking his usual, already awkward laughter.

Sougo’s uncle has too many dishes ready to not have known there were extra people coming.

(Hee, Narita’s got Akari’s Shiranui cannon! And they mentioned her by name! Eee!)

TEAM WORK. THIS IS THE BEST THEMATIC TEAMWORK YESSSSS.

Sougo using the Ex-Aid watch with his mech is cool enough – it gets the same hammers that he does.

And then Geiz comes in with Genm. AND THE PURPLE WARP PIPES YESSSSS!

Is that. That’s the Cross-z watch.

MECHA BUILD AND CROSS-Z UGH YES.

Bottle boyfriend mecha RIDER KICK!

Hm. More mook summoning, by Another Ghost this time, ala Ex-Aid and OOO.

Pft-ahahaha.

I love Tsukasa’s reaction to Woz’s speech.

Tsukasa: What. What are you doing.

And Woz just growls.

NEAT. I knew that the Decade Armor let Zi-o get the Mid-forms of the Legend Riders, but I didn’t think of how that screen variant of the helmet could come into play with it. It shows the Zi-o-with-Decade color scheme before he changes, and when he puts in the Build watch… it’s shuffling, kind of like a character select screen – or cards being dealt. You can see Ex-Aid most clearly going by, but I can tell there were others.

Welcome back, RabbitTank Sparkling!

And Tsukasa just tells Woz to shut up and grabs his book. Was he always like this? Because I’m liking the snark.

I don’t know what this sword is called but I really really like it. Not only are the Ex-aid sound effects back in English, but it let him summon Max Flare, Funky Spike, and Midnight Shadow’s tires! (fangirl squeal)

Welcome back, Grateful!

“Why did I give him my watch? Eh. Thought it’d be interesting.”

(I think that’s about what he was saying? Ish? Approximately?)

Hang on, that screen? The mask for Decade is a Zi-o variant, but RabbitTank Sparkling and Grateful are their usual appearances.

And now Geiz has someone he wants to punch even more than he does Sougo or Woz.

So, overall...

Interesting indeed, Tsukasa. Interesting indeed.

[bellatrixobsessed1]

Wan High Weeping (Part 24)

Aang threw a sheet over his head. Toph had told him to go to the party without her, but he didn’t anticipate going so he didn’t have a costume. So sheet ghost it was. Haru, Teo, and Long-Shot would be there so he wouldn’t be totally alone. He removed the sheet once more, frowned, and flopped into a sitting position on the edge of his bed. On one hand, this party would be an opportunity to meet hot, hopefully caring and accepting guys. On the other hand, he was supposed to be tag-teaming it with Toph wearing the most kick-ass costumes they could. That would have really helped considering he was a marshmallow the rest of the year.

 More than that he worried about Toph. Over the phone she made it sound like she was never going to see again. He hoped that she was just being uncharacteristically dramatic. But he had that feeling in his tummy. The uneasy one. He swore that he had some type of sixth sense.

Evidently. he also got the same feeling when thinking about the party.

 But he already promised Katara and Suki that he would tag along, and from the sound of it Sokka would be there too. He didn’t want to miss a chance to catch up with Sokka. He looked at the sheet again. Maybe, just maybe, if he searched the basement hard enough, he would find a costume worth wearing.

 Hopefully it would go better than the last party he had attended. If it didn’t, he vowed to never go to another party again. He twiddled his thumbs nervously; this would be the first time he would ever sneak out of his home. He couldn’t afford to think about it too much, he was already feeling guilty and he hadn’t even done it yet. His foster family had been so nice to him, his foster mom especially and he was about to go behind her back for a stupid party.

 He tried to rationalize; he wasn’t actually sneaking out. He had told her that he would be going out. But he had told her that he’d be trick-or-treating with Toph and Katara.

He wasn’t sneaking he was…fibbing.

A small, teeny, little fib.

That was all.

 He sends Katara a quick text. ‘Are we still meeting up for the party?’

 She took a little while to respond. ‘I guess, but only because Sokka and Suki are going.’ The dots disappear and reappear. ‘I probably won’t stay long though.’ That was find by him, he hadn’t exactly planned on staying long, himself. He’d probably just say hi to Sokka and Suki, have a few Halloween treats, and head home.

 .oOo.

 He had nothing even remotely worth wearing to the party so he stuck with the sheet. He flung it over his head and heads out, at the very least he could hide under it and pretend to be anyone but him. He paused and ran back inside to dress himself in a festive shirt—a simple t-shirt with a friendly looking ghost. He wanted to wear a Halloween-themed shirt, just in case he got tired of wandering around in a sheet.

 It would seem that he had good timing because his foster mother called up, “Aang, your friend is here!”

 He rushed down to greet Katara. She looked perfectly stunning, her hair was braided and beaded with shells and faux pearls woven into it. She wore a skirt that billowed out like mermaid fins and shimmered when caught in the light. “Where are the other two?” He paused before deciding to add, “you look nice today!”

 “Thanks.” She smiled. “They’re going to meet us there.” And then with a chuckle she said, “I think that the sheet ghost get up really suits you, it’s cute and a classic.”

 .oOo.

 He had to admit, the party scene was already rather overwhelming, it was only just started and the house was brimming to the ceiling with people, most of whom he’d never seen before. The entire block must have been invited and then some. No wonder he and Wan High’s other nerds were so easily able to get in. But then, even if the place wasn’t over-crowded he couldn’t see Chan passing on an opportunity to humiliate or mock them. And a party was the perfect place to watch the socially inapt stumble around.

People aside, the music was already much too loud. Granted, he was a fan of the Monster Mash, so he might be able to get used to it. It certainly was better than the overly sexual or overly violent themes of rap and pop. It was also better than the fury and volume of rock and metal.

 Next to him, Katara sighed. “What am I doing here?” She was preaching to the choir. “I can’t believe I let Suki talk me into this. We could have been at home watching Halloween specials.”

 “Yeah, I wouldn’t mind going trick-or-treating with my foster siblings.”

 “Oh, Aang, I wish you would have told me that! I totally would have ditched the love birds to help you watch the kids.”

 Aang gave a lopsided smile. “Sorry, Kat, I didn’t think about it.” Truth be told he was thinking more with his manhood than anything else. He was tired of being one of Wan High’s only students who’d never had a date.

One way or another, tonight would be a game changer for him.

 Aang did a sweep of the party crowd, he spotted the usual attendees; Usha and her clique were dressed as sexy kitties. Jet and his posse took the zombie route. Though, he thought that jailbird costumes would suit them much better. And of course, Chan and his team. Chan himself was a suave vampire in an elaborate tuxedo. It was a little cliché, but at least it wasn’t downright offensive like the rest of his group’s were.  Each and every one of them was dressed in drag; horribly stereotyped and poorly rendered parodies of it anyways.

The three groups gathered in the center of the room.

 Aang averted his attention and spied TyLee in a cute bumblebee costume standing near the concession stand with Mai. He couldn’t tell what she was supposed to be, but he thought that it might have been some sort of Victorian noble. No less, he couldn’t help but smile at the apparent re-connection. It took him a while to pick out more familiar faces amid the crowd. But then, with an ounce of overwhelming dread, he noticed Hide standing by the DJ stand—likely requesting an awful hip-hop number that wouldn’t fit the holiday at all. He cringed, it would seem that there would be a road block after all and suddenly is thankful for his generic ghost costume.

 He spotted Azula too. She was standing on the side of the room opposite to the concession stand. Despite it all, he was curious about her costume. Usually she had the best one. But this year was different. There was nothing elaborate about it and he was left to assume that she had thrown it together just as last minute as he had selected his sheet ghost costume. This year she was dressed as a demon, it was cool enough, but it was missing the flare she usually added.

What truly caught his eye was who she had come to the party with. Teo smiled up at her. Aang thought that his costume was rather creative; he was an aviator and his wheel chair was made to look like an airplane.

 But what Aang didn’t see the person he had come there for. Suddenly, it occurred to him that he was looking in the wrong places. Moo-Chee liked hanging out in the corner, mostly alone, but sometimes with Mai or some of the other goth kids.

 He shifted his gaze to the corner in question. There he was. Dark, brooding, alluring Moo-Chee. He stood there with his arms folded over his chest and a scowl on his face. No one could possibly be cooler than Moo-Chee. If he could score even one point with him tonight, his place on the social ladder could change.

He wasn’t sure if Moo-Chee liked guys, but if school lore was to be listened to, then Aang just might have a chance.

 “You find Suki and Sokka?” Katara asked.

 Aang jumped. “What? Oh! No, not yet.”

 To his dismay, Katara followed his line of sight. “Him? He’s the guy you’re shooting for tonight? What about Haru? Haru is a good guy. Long Shot?”

 “They’re nice, but I don’t know, I think that they’re just friends. I wouldn’t want to make things weird between us.”

 “I guess. But, ‘The Dark One’? Oooo.” She wriggled her fingers.

 Aang nudged her, “I want to give him a chance.”

 “Sorry, I just didn’t realize you were into bad boys.”

 “I had a little crush on Zuko, remember?”

 “We all remember that.” Chan remarked as he passed by. “Why aren’t you dressed as a fairy?”

 “Because it’s Halloween!” Hide shouts from afar. “You’re supposed to dress up as something you aren’t already.”

 “Don’t listen to them, you’re going to find a great guy tonight. Even if Moo-Chee doesn’t work out.” Katara quietly reassured him.

 He sure hoped so, because his night certainly wasn’t starting right. He let Katara lead him over to the chocolate fountain. “We can wait here, Sokka usually goes right to the food.” She remarked. She picked up a pretzel and dipped it into the chocolate. “Suki is going to love these.”

 Aang picked his way through the table until he found the fruits and vegetables until he acquired himself a healthy platter of them. A task made harder by the drag of his sheet, every now and again he’d accidently knock something to the floor.

 Out of nowhere Katara jerked and grabbed his arm, “come on Aang, lets go see if we can catch Sokka and Suki before they get into the house. Might be easier, ya know?” She asked.

 “Oh, yeah, sure.” He didn’t particularly want to risk losing sight of Moo-Chee, but then again, he couldn’t imagine Moo-Chee actually leaving the corner.  He looked over Katara’s shoulder, nothing seemed amiss. He wondered if the spookiness of the season was finally getting to her. He gave the crowd another look and caught sight of a certain zombie merging himself back into it. “Are you sure it’s safe to be here?”

 “I’ll be fine. I have…I’m going to have Sokka and there are so many people here.” Katara promised, but the way she wrapped her arms around herself wasn’t even slightly reassuring. “Besides, I can’t just let him scare me away from everything, right? I have to live my life. If I let him take over every part of my life, then he wins.”

 Aang shifted nervously, he wasn’t so sure. But she sounded so confident…and he was known for being timid and shying away from things. “If you say so.” Trying to break the tension he offered her a cupcake.

 “No thanks, I’m not in the mood for sweets right now.”

 Aang shrugged and scarfed it down.

 He heard a soft tsking. “I come all the way back here from college and you don’t even offer me a cupcake!” Sokka shook his head. Immediately he burst out laughing and slung an arm over Aang’s shoulder and he had to laugh too. Soon Katara and Suki were snickering as well. “Good to see you again, Aang!”

 “How’s the party going?” Suki asked.

 “I guess it’s okay as far as a Chan party goes.” Aang said, trying to push Hide’s petty remark out of his mind.

 “Jet is here.” Katara noted and Sokka’s expression darkened.

 “Don’t worry, he’s been keeping his distance.” Katara stated. “Anyways, Aang, tell them who you’re making a move for.”

 Aang’s face flushed.

 .oOo.

 “No really, I’ll be alright, I’ll just stick close to Sokka and TyLee.” Katara smiled. “Go get him, Aang.”

 Aang blushed, had she really caught him staring? A moment of thinking told him that he had made it pretty obvious. “You sure, Katara?”

 “Yes, Aang!” She urged. “I don’t want to ruin your shot because I’m being paranoid. I haven’t seen a sign of Jet since we spotted him by the concessions. Maybe he finally found a hobby.”

 That sounded like wishful thinking to him. But then again, Jet might be taking a break from his antics to enjoy the party scene. “Are you sure you’re sure?”

 Katara rolled her eyes. “Are you stalling?”

“What!? No!”

 She gave him another nudge. “Then go get him.”

 He hesitated for a moment before shooting her a beaming smile. Now that he had her go ahead, he could take a shot. He took a deep breath and headed towards Moo-Chee’s corner. It was the very same one he had inhabited at the last party. But the closer he got to Moo-Chee, the queasier his stomach felt. He almost wished that Katara hadn’t granted him permission.

 “Hi, how’s the corner?” He said sheepishly, rubbing the back of his head.

 “Who are you?”

 Aang chuckled nervously. “Oh, right, forgot…” He pulled the sheet off of his head.

 “Oh. Aang.” Moo-Chee muttered. “You having a good time?” Aang was almost certain that he was only asking out of courtesy alone.

 “It would be better if Toph were here.” He replied. “But, I guess this has been one of Chan’s better parties so far.”

 “That’s true.” Moo-Chee agreed. “This one isn’t as noisy.”

 Aang begged to differ but he agreed anyhow. “So uh…your name is Moo-Chee, right? I’m Aang.”

 “That’s, The Dark One’, to you.” Moo-Chee corrected with an edge. “Never. Call. Me. Moo-Chee.”

 Aang flushed, he wished that he hadn’t removed the sheet. How had he forgotten to use Moo-Chee’s nickname? “S-sorry. I’m uh. I’m just a little nervous because I. Because I haven’t been to a party like this in a while. And Toph was kinda, sorta, supposed to help me through this.” Now he was rambling.

 Moo-Chee sighed. “Forgiven, just don’t do it again.”

 “So, how does bobbing for apples sound?” Aang asked.

 “Perfectly awful.”

 “Oh. Okay. How about, the pinata?”

 “I hate candy.”

 “We can join the costume party.”

 That time Moo-Chee scoffed. “This isn’t a costume, this is my lifestyle.”

 “Oh really? Because it could be a really cool vampire hunter costume. Or that steampunk stuff.” Frankly, Aang thought that he was going for the industrial metal look. Moo-Chee frowned so Aang attempted to save himself. “It’s a cool lifestyle.”

 “I know.” Moo-Chee replied.

 “Do you want to leave the corner?”

 “Not, at all.” He grumbled. “But I will

 .oOo.

 Aang did another sweep of the room. He caught sight of Katara conversing with Mai and TyLee. He couldn’t seem to find Suki and Sokka anywhere. He supposed that they would have to meet up after the party. If he were being honest, he kind of wanted to reunite right then. Moo-Chee was sucking the life out of him. He was undeniably hot, but he was so bleak.

 He had been trying to make conversation with him for well over an hour and it seemed that he kept stumbling upon all of the wrong things. He learned the hard way that, ‘goths don’t cut themselves, that’s what emo’s do’ and ‘no goth and emo are not the same, emos are whiney and give the scene a bad rep’. Shortly after he learned that all of the bands he thought Moo-Chee would be into were ‘poser favorites’.

 But for some reason Moo-Chee still engaged in conversation. Aang took a breath and then a sip of his vampire’s brew, the fruit punch was sweet on his tongue. Maybe he was overthinking things, maybe he was just trying to teach Aang about his lifestyle in his own Moo-Chee way.

 Eventually, Aang decided to take a different approach and talk about his interests. All of his favorite indie artists and his favorite incense scents, healing gems, and songs to meditate to. This was going much better.

 “So like, if you drink the right tea you can transcend?” Moo-Chee asked. “Is it like, drugs?”  

 “Not drugs,” Aang emphasizes, “a deeper, calmer meditation.”

 “And you guys don’t really like the mainstream?”

 Aang doesn’t exactly know what Moo-Chee means by ‘you guys’, but he replied anyhow. “Well, I think pop and rap don’t fit my morals. So I guess you can say I don’t like the mainstream stuff. I’d rather listen to white noise and do some crafts.”

 Moo-Chee nodded. “That’s fascinating…”

 “Really!?” Aang perked up. So far Moo-Chee was the only person save for Katara, Suki, Sokka, and Toph who didn’t think that it was anything but wimpy.

 Moo-Chee snorted, “No. That’s some of the lamest shit I’ve heard all night. Right?”

 Hide slapped his knee. “I told you he was a real fag, Moo-Chee.”

 Aang felt his face grow hot. He made a mental note to never mention making dream catchers and doing yoga again.

 “Real men don’t meditate and make dream catchers.” Moo-Chee remarked. “Even I know that and I wear eyeliner and nail polish.”

 Hide turned to Moo-Chee and gave him a high five. “I didn’t realize that you were so witty. Who knew that making you leave the corner was such a good idea.”

 Moo-Chee shrugged. “Don’t take it the wrong way. He has been stereotyping the goth community all night, I had to pay him back.”

 “Pay me back?” Aang asked. “I thought that you were…”

 “What? Into you?” Moo-Chee rolled his eyes. “Gross. I don’t swing like that.”

 “But…”

 “Rumors, I thought that a dweeb like you would know about those.” He faced Hide again. “I helped you uncover his ridiculous hobbies and went along with his hipster bullshit, now lets talk about getting rid of those rumors I mentioned.”

 “Deal.” Hide shook his hand. “Just do one last thing for me.”

 “Oh right.” He turned his attention back to Aang. “As great as our yoga date sounded, I’m going to have to cancel.”

 .oOo.

 Aang groaned, how had he fallen for that one? He should have known that a pretty guy like Moo-Chee was going to lead him on. He was a nerd. A dork.  A zero. A complete loser.  Of course he wouldn’t get lucky on his first try.

 He wanted to cry but he knew that it would be exactly what Hide had been waiting for. It would be even more ammo, God knew that Aang had given him a supply of that to last a lifetime and then some. He ran his hands over his face. This wouldn’t have happened if Toph were here. How was he supposed to go back to school now?

 Laughter echoed around the room. They were laughing at him weren’t they?

Everyone was laughing at him.

The school priss.

The gay virgin.

 He had to get out of there.

 “Aang!” Katara called. But he wasn’t in the mood for one of her bright-eyed, optimistic pep talks. “Aang, please!” She sounded almost desperate. But he would listen to her motherly speeches later. Right now he had to get some air.

 He rushed for the door, not expecting a race. Azula shoved past him at a pace that would leave the school’s track team in aw. Apparently, he wasn’t the only one having a miserable time. This party was a disaster through and through.

 He made it to the patio when it struck him that he couldn’t go home just yet. Trick-Or-Treating was still in full swing and his foster mother would have a lot of questions if he showed up early. Especially if he did so with neither Toph nor Katara.

 He sat on one of the empty chairs and sulked. This night was going so dreadful and he couldn’t even run home this time. Instead, he had to sit there and hold back tears.

 “Aang?” He looked up to see Haru in the most ridiculous pirate costume. Long-Shot in an equally ridiculous Robin Hood costume trailed behind. Aang could have sworn he saw the boy shoot Haru a thumbs up.

 “Hey, Haru…”

 “What’s going on?”

 “You mean you didn’t hear?”

 Haru winces. “Moo-Chee isn’t that special. I mean come on, he calls himself The Dark One. Everyone knows that he’s a big loser too, he was just trying to impress everyone…”

 “It worked.” Aang frowned.

 “You want to have some real fun tonight?” Haru offered.

 “Depends, what is ‘fun’?”

 “I was thinking, an overload Halloween candy and some spooky, scary movies. Courtesy of Long-Shot and I.”

 “We were going to invite Teo…” Long-Shot trailed off.

 “But he has a date.” Haru finished. “What do you say, Aang?”

 “Where’d you get the candy?” Aang asked.

 Haru motioned to the rest of the block. “Duh.”

 “I thought you were at the party.”

 Haru nearly doubled over in laugher. “What, hell no! I thought about it for a while and we decide to skip it. A good choice, from the looks of it.”

 “A very good choice.” Aang nodded. “Yeah, candy and movies sound great right now.”

[blackcatstudio]

Undertale Halloween RP

   Me and @luna-moon-201 did this RP together on Wattpad so I do hope you like it and the OCs Jesse and Rover belong to me.

Undyne: Hey has you guys heard about a haunted graveyard around here? Alphys: A... a haunted graveyard?! Papyrus: I don't like spooky scary stuff... Frisk: No why? Undyne: They say that strange stuff goes on in the graveyard. They also say that if anyone dares to go into that spooky graveyard on Halloween night they can never leave. Jesse: Seriously? Everyone turns to look at Jesse with surprise Jesse: What? Do you guys truly believe all that supernatural stuff?! Undyne: Uh... you know Napstablook is a real ghost right? Jesse: He's a ghost monster besides has there been any proofs of any supernatural going on in the graveyard? Frisk: Hm... (thinks up an idea then told everyone that she will be back as she pulls Jesse with her) Okay we're alone. Jesse: (looks confuse) What's up? Frisk: I'm going to dare you to enter into that graveyard with me, Rover can come along to protect us. Jesse: Oh really? So if I agree with this dare and there is no absolutely positutely spirits and whatnot in the graveyard then I'll get all your candy this year. Frisk: What if I'm right? Jesse: (glares at Frisk) I guess then you can have mine. Frisk: (smiles) Deal! Jesse: I hate you sometimes. Frisk: I love you too, dear brother. Jesse: (sighs) Things I do for you. Frisk: (giggles)

*Time Skips and After the Kids came home from Trick or Treating as well suppose to be in bed* Frisk: (sneaks into Jesse's room) Are you ready? Jesse: (nods) You know if we get caught we can get into a lot of trouble with Mom and Dad. Frisk: I know but as long we're back in time before morning. Jesse: let's go (grab Rover's leach and put it on his dog) Come on boy, we got a job to do. Rover: Woof! Jesse: Ssh... we don't want to wake our parents up. Rover: (whines) *Both kids climb out of the window and Rover jump out. They took off towards the graveyard* Frisk: Well we're going to see some spooky stuff. Jesse: Sure we will. Not! Frisk: (rolls her eyes) That's what you want to believe. *Once at the graveyard they saw that it look darn right spooky on Halloween night* Frisk: Ready? Jesse: Pfft... yeah sure Rover: (begins to try to pull Jesse away from the graveyard as he whines) Jesse: Rover, cut it out come on don't be a chicken. Rover: (whines as he went in with the kids) *Both not knowing that someone is right behind them*

Frisk: Some of these gravestones is so old Jesse: Yeah, probably been dead for a hundred of years. Frisk: (shrugs) Got a good point Rover: (looks around unsure about the creepy graveyard) Frisk: (smiles as she waited for Jesse to go further than walk fast to hide behind the gravestone) Jesse: (turn to see Frisk was nowhere to be seen) Frisk? (looks around) Frisk, where are you?! (began to walk a little faster) Frisk?! Frisk: (jumps out as she quickly put her hand on his shoulders) BOO! Jesse: (jumps as he whips himself around to face his sister) Frisk! You know how worried I was?! Frisk: (laughs) Come on have a little fun on this Halloween night Rover: (tilts his head with confusion before he ran up to Frisk and began to lick her on the cheek) Frisk: Thank you, Rover, (puts him down) Jesse: Jeez, don't freak me out like that again. Frisk: (walks up to Jesse as she playfully grabs his cheek) What's wrong got scared by little old me? Jesse: (pulls himself away) Stop let's just keep moving Frisk: Okay the scary cowboy don't like his little sister picking on him Jesse: (sighs in frustration) Come on *With that the two children and the dog walk further into the graveyard*

Jesse: (hears footsteps behind) Who's with us? (turns to see nobody there) Frisk? Was that you trying to scare me again? Frisk: Uh no... (heard more footsteps) That's not mine Jesse: (looks down at his dog) Rover? Rover: (shakes his head and whines) Jesse: Then who? *All three turns to see a female ghost dress in a black tore up white dress smiling at them as her whole pale skin is covered in blood and her blonde hair is a messy long hair* Jesse and Frisk: Ah!!! (ran with Rover close behind) Ghost Female: He, he, he... (disappears) Frisk: Now do you believe in ghosts?! Jesse: I do now guess that means you get my candy! (keeps running till he, Frisk, and Rover stops by a large tombstone) Whew... at least she didn't follow us Frisk: (nods) Thank goodness Rover: (barks in agreement) Jesse: (looks at his phone) We should get back beside uh... we don't want to get everyone worry and wondering where in the world we are. Frisk: Agree! *All three try to find a way out of the graveyard but only found themselves going in circles* Jesse: We've been here! What is going on?! Frisk: (began to get scared) I.... I don't know, Jesse. Rover: (started to whine) Jesse: You and your stupid dare! Now we're lost thank to you! Frisk: Me?! You're the one who didn't believe in ghosts! *A loud female scream rang out in the graveyard* Rover: (eyes widened as he began to shake) Frisk: Oh that's not good (gulps) sounds like someone is getting murder Jesse: Let's just stay close perhaps it's best if I hold your hand so we won't get separated Frisk: (nods as she took Jesse's hand) Thanks Jesse: No problem Frisk, besides I'm your big brother and big brothers always keep their little sister or brothers safe. Frisk: (smiles) Same with me Rover: (barks) Jesse: And Rover is protective of us. Rover: (tongue sticks out) *The three kept going despite how windy and cold it really is*

Meantime...

Toriel: Asgore, wake up!

Asgore: (began to fight with his blanket as he fell off of the bed) T... Toriel (gets the blanket off of him) What's wrong?

Toriel: The children! They're gone!

Asgore: (eyes widened as he looks into their rooms) Frisk, Jesse, Rover!

Toriel: We have to find them (begins to cry)

Asgore: Don't worry Tori, we'll find them, I promise (calls Undyne and Alphys)

Undyne: (tiredly spoke from the other line) Yeah?

Asgore: Undyne, we need your help! The children are missing even our dog Rover is gone!

Undyne: What?! I'll be right there (hangs up as she threw herself off of the bed) Alphys, get up now! Frisk and Jesse are missing as well that dog!

*Asgore call those he trusted to help find the children and Rover and they all came together by Sans and Papyrus' house*

Toriel: Does anyone know where the children could have gone to?

Sans: I wish I knew though I do hope they are alright

Papyrus: Me too, brother

Alphys: U... Undyne didn't you told us about that h... haunted graveyard?

Undyne: Yeah? Why?

Alphys: I... I think they could be there

Papyrus: Nyeh, I remember seeing Frisk pulling Jesse to the side but I really didn't pay any attention to what they were talking about

Sans: (nods) Good to hear (teleports into the graveyard)

Toriel: Sans wait! (sees she was too late) Oh dear...

Papyrus: Sans!

Undyne: We better hurry! Sans only has one HP and who knows what the hell could happen to him, the kids, and that dog

Asgore: (nods) Let's go

*Asgore, Toriel, Undyne, Papyrus, and Alphys all took off towards the graveyard*

Back at the Graveyard... Frisk: I don't know how to get out of here! Jesse: I have no idea how but then again it could be something that making us think we're lost Frisk: You have a good point there Rover: Woof! *The wind began to howl more as the children and the dog began to shiver* Frisk: It's so c... cold even if I have this coat on (looking at her black coat) Jesse: Y... yeah I know burr (cross his arms shivering) Rover: (began to whine a little) *Suddenly there were people laughing all around, the kids didn't know what to make since they couldn't see anything or anyone around* Jesse: I wish we had never left! Frisk: Me and my stupid curiosity Rover: (sees some ghost watching them as they were smiling and laughing at the same time, starts to whine more) Jesse: I... It's okay boy, we'll get out of here somehow Chef Ghost: Ooo... *All turn to see an Indian Chef Ghost starting to run full speed towards them* Frisk & Jesse: Ah!!! (began to take off with Rover close behind) Chef Ghost: (runs behind them making Indian sounds)

Sans: (appears looking around) Jesse, Frisk, Rover! (suddenly spotted them running away from the Chef Ghost) Frisk: This isn't good! (keeps running) Jesse: Hopefully we don't get killed by the end of the night! Sans: (appears in front of the Chef Ghost and use his magic to lift the ghost in the air) Not this time, buddy Frisk & Jesse: Sans (smiles with relief) Rover: (barks happily to see Sans) Sans: Now I don't think it's nice to pick on kids like that (throws the ghost into the tombstone) Frisk: Sans, thank goodness you're here Sans: (turns around) You two do know when I get ya home you two are in big trouble (looks at Rover) you too boy Rover: (began to whine) Jesse: They know huh? Sans: Y... yup Jesse: Oh great... (looks at Frisk sternly) Frisk: Look I said I'm sorry, okay?! Sans: Alright now it's not a good time to fight about it Jesse: (turn to see a female ghost with long black hair that is totally cover her face wearing a bloody white dress) U... uh, guys?! *The female ghost flew fast at she grab hold of Jesse and pin him down on the ground screaming and growling as she held Jesse down* Jesse: Help! Sans! Sans: (lift the female off of the ground and off of Jesse) Not letting you do that *The female ghost somehow broke free from Sans' grip as she pounces on top of him while screaming and growling* Sans: Oh shit! (began to fight with the ghost) Frisk: (helps Jesse up as she turns to see Sans is now in trouble) Sans! Jesse: Sans, no! Rover: (growls as he took off with the leash dragging down on the ground as he rush towards the ghost) Jesse: Rover no! (Tries to grab the leash but fell on the ground)

Rover: (grabs hold of the ghost's dress and began to pull while growling) Frisk: (runs over but soon stop when she saw a spear nearly missed the ghost) Undyne?! Undyne: Hey you freak! Come over here I'll show ya how to really fight! Female Ghost: (flew off towards Undyne screaming in the air) Undyne: (smiles holding her spear) That's more like it (the two began to fight) Alphys: O... Oh gosh, i... is everyone alright?! Asgore: Thank goodness your children are safe! (runs over and hugged them) Toriel: Jesse, Frisk, oh my children! (runs over and also hugged them with tears streaming down her white fur) Papyrus: Brother, (runs over to Sans with worry) are you alright?! Sans: Don't worry bro, I'm fine just had a woofing situation (looks at Rover and started to chuckle a little) Papyrus: Oh my gosh! Sans, really?! You had to say a pun on a time like this?! Sans: (laugh) Y... yup! Papyrus: (glares at Sans) You're lucky you're my brother Sans: I lava you too, bro Papyrus: STOP! (began to stump his feet on the ground) Toriel: (let's go as she got up looking sternly at the two) You two are so grounded when we get back home Frisk: I know and we're sorry Jesse: (nods as he started to cough) Asgore: We better get you, children, home (stands up) it sounds like you both might be catching a cold Undyne: (threw the ghost into the tree before the ghost disappears) Ha, that will teach you to mess with my friends! Sans: Thanks for the help, Undyne Undyne: No problem, Sans glad you and the kids are safe as well for the dog Sans: Yup, we're all a-okay

Alphys: W... we should get back home. I... it's getting p... pretty cold (cross her arms trying to keep herself warm)

*They all agree as they all went back home. Sans and Papyrus thought to make sure the kids will be alright before they could go home*

Jesse: I don't think we ever going to forget that night (drink the last bit of milk in his cup)

Frisk: (nods) Yeah, now I learn don't make a dare in haunted places ever again

Sans: That's good to hear (drinks his ketchup) and also next time don't run off in the dark by yourselves. Ya never know what might happen in the dark.

Frisk & Jesse: (nods) Never again

Toriel: (comes in) That's good but right now it's time for you, children to go to bed

Jesse: Okay Mom (jumps down the couch and hands Papyrus his cup before he ran up the stairs with Rover close behind)

Frisk: (jumps off but turn to look at Sans) Uncle Sans?

Sans: Yeah kiddo?

Frisk: Thanks for coming to save us

Sans: That's my job, Frisk to keep you, kids and my bro all safe.

Frisk: (hugs Sans) Good night!

Sans: (receive the hug back) Good night, Frisk get some sleep now

Frisk: (nods as she let go and follow her mom up the stairs)

Sans: (flop himself on the couch and fell asleep)

Papyrus: Sans! (sighs) I suppose I could carry you home (looks at Asgore) Goodnight Asgore and say goodnight to Toriel and the kids for me.

Asgore: (nods) I will and goodnight to you and Sans as well (went upstairs with Flowey in his hand)

Papyrus: (walks out the door and head home while carrying the sleeping Sans in his arms)

*THE END*