#would your muse dress mimi up for halloween

[melancholiaincarnate]

how about one more?

「 in which ᵎᵎ 」 you and cult leader! suguru geto give out candies to trick or treating monkeys on halloween.

「 words ᵎᵎ 」 522

「 author's note ᵎᵎ 」 DAY THREE BABY. apologies for the lateness >,< but here it is anyway. check out the masterlist and zone's works since they're posting day four tmm head nodding emoji. do i hate this? yes. am i gonna redo it? no

「 warnings ᵎᵎ 」 slightly suggestive, suguru calling ppl monkeys as per usual, probs super ooc.

you sat perched on his lap, dressed as a witch with a bowl of candy in your lap. geto wasn't dressed up, he said it'd "taint" his image as the leader of the cult. he strived to maintain a certain persona to them, and despite your convincing, he remained sure on the fact that dressing up for halloween would damage his reputation as a stone-cold leader.

whatever his excuse, he still decided to give out candies with you to the oh so brave trick or treaters who stopped by the front door of the cult building.

"trick or treat!" there was a little boy dressed as spiderman at the bottom of the steps, peering up at the both of you.

"oh look, sugu, he's so cute." you gush, "he's dressed as spiderman!"

the boy nods, "i love spiderman!" and geto rolls his eyes as you hop off his lap to descend the stairs to drop some candy in the boy's bag.

you can feel his eyes on you as you pat the boy's head, giving him a bit extra as a 'reward' for having such a cute costume.

as the boy left and you settled yourself back on geto's lap, he wrapped his arms around your waist and sighed. "we're going to run out of candy at this rate if you keep giving kids extra for being cute."

he rustled in his robe pockets for a moment before bringing out some hand sanitizer. you had touched the boy's head after all.

"they are cute, sugu! look at them." you whined as a pair of boys dressed as ... ninja turtles ... (?) approached. you could hear geto grumbling about their stupid costumes.

"they're disgusting monkeys who are celebrating a stupid holiday." he mumbled. he didn't say anything else though, as the boys approached and you put candies in their bag.

as much as suguru geto hates monkeys, he loves seeing you happy just a (tiny) bit more. you'd asked to give out candy to trick or treaters, and he'd agreed but only if he could be there to protect you from any monkeys who tried any stupid ideas they had.

he also couldn't give up the view he had everytime you'd go down the stairs and bend over slightly to give the children candy.

you'd patted another kids head and so you sighed as geto sprayed you with hand sanitizer again.

"suguru," you hummed as you nestled yourself back into his lap, "we should have kids of our own."

"we have mimi and nana." he mused. "you say they're a handful - and yet you want more?"

you frown, "i do say that... but i want a baby! mimi and nana are old enough to go trick or treating by themselves - i want a little baby to take! imagine us with a little boy - oh and he's dressed as a superhero! how cutesie!"

suguru thought about it for a moment. "sure, why not? i can get more donations if my wife is pregnant." he nodded his head as his voice dropped low, "how about we give these candies to the girls, and we get started now?"

[hymemena]

꒷︶꒷꒥꒷︶˚. Countdown To Halloween Challenge .꒷꒥꒷︶꒷

Below you will find 31 headcanon questions/prompts for the Spookiest Season, one for each day of October. For multimuse blogs, feel free to pick a different muse every day or just do one muse for the whole month! If you enjoy the challenge, make sure to tag some friends or reblog this post to spread it! I hope everyone has a safe, spooky Halloween! This was inspired by and is not affiliated with @/mimis-memes’ Halloween Countdown Challenge!

1. What does your character do when they're scared?

2. Is your muse squeamish?

3. Does your muse believe in magic? Spirits and demons?

4. Would your muse go to a haunted attraction? What about a corn maze?

5. What is your muse's ideal pumpkin carving stencil?

6. Would your muse put much stock in tarot or oracle card readings? What about astrology?

7. Make a short 3-4 song playlist for your muse during Spooky Season.

8. If your muse could only pick one candy bar to receive while trick-or-treating, what would it be? What would they not want?

9. Describe your muse's perfect Halloween Party invitations!

10. Surprise a writing partner with a starter based on the prompt Costumes! Let the ideas flow!

11. Does your muse see themselves as practical or would they use magic for everything?

12. What does your muse associate with Halloween/Spooky Season?

13. When does your muse start celebrating Halloween? Do they ever stop?

14. Does your muse like to dress up? What is their ideal costume?

15. Your muse just got pranked for Halloween! Write a drabble or an open starter about their reaction to it!

16. If your muse could use Halloween magic to reach out to a loved one who has passed on, would they? Why or why not?

17. What is your muse's stance on Ouija boards?

18.Tell us some Halloween trivia your muse knows! It doesn't have to be correct!

19. How is your muse with the horror genre? Do they enjoy it or dislike it?

20. If your muse found out that someone that they knew was a magical creature, how would they react? Write a drabble/short exchange for this!

21. What does your muse do if the weather is too cold for their costume? Do they layer up or change?

22. What is your muse's reaction to being scared? What do they do in that split second where they think something is about to get them?

23. When did your muse stop trick-or-treating? If they didn't, why not?

24. Does your muse have a comfort food/drink in the fall? What is it? Do they make it or prefer to buy it?

25. Surprise! It's time to write a starter for another mutual! This time the theme is 'scared you!'

26.How does your muse feel about Pumpkin Spice?

27. What is your muse's preferred form of reanimation? Zombies? Electricity? Magic? Explain their favorite tropes for these things and their connection to it.

28. Does your muse like to watch movies or listen to music for the season? If so, what is their favorite movie? Song? Any other media that you may like?

29. Is your muse easy to scare? On a scale of 1-10, how easy is it to scare them? On a scale of 1-10, how advised is it to scare them?

30. Write a short fic/drabble about your muse being lost in a corn maze!

31. Take this quiz to see your muse's Halloween Aesthetic! Once you have it, make a moodboard/aesthetic board/edit of your muse with this theme!

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[digitalworldbound]

“D..did you just make that noise?” For Sora/Jyou

Number 20: “D-Did you just make that noise?”

Characters: Sora/Jyou. This takes place sometime during the Tri timeline. I tried to add some references to other pairings you like, so if you squint, I hope you can see them. I absolutely loved the idea of all of the Chosen in their little Halloween costumes, and had to stop myself around 1500 words because I was getting way too excited. Also, I apologize for the abrupt ending!

Send me a prompt if you’d like!

In retrospect, maybe encouraging her rambunctious group of friends to go to a haunted house on Halloween may not have been the best idea she’s ever had, but Takenouchi Sora refused to admit defeat. The past week had been stressful, filled with exams, sports tournaments, and holiday festivities. The group was due for some relaxation.

As Sora watched Daisuke and Iori competitively inhale their second yakitori, she felt more like a mother hen tending to her chicks than a high schooler. “Hey, guys!” she called, attempting to gather the attention of at least two of their collective braincells. Any response she might have received would have been lost in the throngs of people that crowded the waterfront. Festival tents lined the shore, the smells of fried food and pumpkin spice wafted through the air.

Each second of silence only added to her annoyance. She had worked endlessly for days to plan this get together, and it seemed that no one was taking it seriously. “Did you need something, Sora-san?” A small squeak escaped her throat as her body whipped around in surprise. The skirt of her devil costume swayed around her hips as she tried to regain control of her breathing.

“Oh, it’s you, Jyou-senpai.” She managed, heart pounding in her chest. A Bakemon costume (hand crafted by Mimi) hung off his thin frame, casting grueling shadows across his cheekbones. The sight reminded her of their first encounter with the ghost-like creatures, all wrapped up and ready for a sacrifice.

Instead of responding, the gentleman in question smiled a toothless grin. The soft glow of the fairy lights illuminated dark blue eyes as they scanned the crowd for his friends. “You know, everyone looks like they’re having fun.”

From their position on the outskirts of the festival grounds, Sora could make out Mimi’s hair as the girl mercilessly teased Koushiro. Her cat costume left little to the imagination, and Koushiro’s pink cheeks contrasted against his blue wizard robes.

Sora’s tension eased when her eyes landed on a blonde vampire and his mummified friend chatting amiably next to a noodle cart, toothy grins gleaming under the lights. It always soothed her worries when those two boys managed to get along. Their siblings, ever the rowdy pair, competed head-to-head in a heated battle for dominance: dart throwing. At stake? A month supply of strawberry ice cream for the girl in the Wizardmon-inspired ensemble and a kiss on the cheek for a smaller, blonder vampire. Sora laughed lightly as Takeru’s last swing wedged itself in the bullseye and Hikari’s eyes widened in disbelief.

Even if it wasn’t Miyako’s slightly off-key voice that filtered through the karaoke speakers, she would have been easy enough to find in her full Sailor Moon cosplay. Ken had managed to slip away and join Iori and Daisuke in their quest to consume any meat that was wedged onto a stick. They looked darling, Sora decided, dressed as Alvin, Simon, and Theodore.

“I guess. I just wanted everyone to go to the haunted house together. What’s the point of planning this get together if we all aren’t, you know, getting together?” Punctuating question with a sigh, her shoulders slumped forward. “But,” she continued, “they all look happy enough, so it’s okay.”

Jyou opened his mouth to speak, but quickly shut it. Sora’s hands fiddled with the plastic horns nestled in her hair. Her eyes flicked towards her navy-haired friend as he cleared his throat nervously. “Well, just because they won’t go doesn’t mean we can’t.”

Her rejection died in her throat when her eyes settled on his hidden smile and flushed cheeks. “Jyou-senpai, you don’t have to sacrifice your night to entertain me. I’ll be fine. Besides, I think Koushiro-san might spontaneously combust if Mimi-chan tries to feed him again.”

In an uncharacteristic act of boldness, his slender fingers wrapped themselves around her wrist. “C’mon,” he said, turning his neck to meet her eyes, “You need to live a little.” Sora allowed him to tug her down the boardwalk and towards the old courthouse. If the twisted, bloody smiles of the clowns weren’t enough to double the young girl’s heart rate, the shrill, primal screams spilling out into the October air were.

If the twitch of Jyou’s hand on her wrist was any indication, he was becoming apprehensive as well. His smile never wavered, nor did his grip on her. Before Sora could decide whether or not to kindly remove his fingers, the pair were shoved in a group of Love Live! Idols and various farm animals. “Welcome to the House of Terror!” gritted the clown from before, his pungent odor testing the limits of the young girl’s gag reflex. His mouth opened once more, but whatever advice he was about to give them was drowned out by the screeching of the entrance erupting wildly on its hinges.

“Right this way, my pretties.” an old woman crooned from the building, voice reminiscent of branches scratching against a window. Sora shivered, but allowed Jyou and some stranger dressed as a rooster to push her along.

Her tension eased once the group left the corrupt clown outside. The hallway they entered was eerie, a black light illuminating the fabric of Jyou’s costume. One of the school idols screamed as an arm reached out from behind a blood-splattered curtain to caress her. Sora pressed herself closer to her companion. Wordlessly, his fingers reached down to grab her own, giving her palm what Sora assumed was supposed to be a reassuring squeeze. If his hands hadn’t of been so sweaty, she might have been comforted.

The black sheets opened into a large room filled to the brim with children. Dismembered baby dolls littered the ground, limbs hanging from the rafters above. The Chosen of Love smoothed down her pleated skirt, eyes avoiding the creature in the corner. A young girl, no older that thirteen, sat alone on the far side of the room. Dressed in a simple white gown, the child chanting something, but her voice was so low and haunting that Sora couldn’t make it out. Water dripped from her dark hair, and her lips were painted sea-sickening blue.

A couple dressed as cows made a run for the door on the other end of the room, utters quaking in fear. Their hooves slipped on a severed baby arm, and their spots went flying. Jyou tensed, the crunch he heard after the fall not boding well with his first-aid training. Sora looked around helplessly as the pair of utters still hadn’t gotten back up. ‘Oh, gods.’ she thought, stomach anxiously twisting itself into knots.

The group’s guide had suddenly disappeared.

“D-Did you just make that noise?” Jyou whispered into her ear. For a second, the red-haired girl had to convince herself that the shiver she felt was a result from the chilly atmosphere, and not the fact that his lips had been that close to her skin.

In all honesty, her heart had been pounding too loudly for her to hear much of anything, but with one look at the soulless girl in the corner, she turned towards Jyou. “No, but let’s get out of here!”

Jumping over the up-turned cows and various idols, the pair ran towards the rickety door. Apparently, the staff on the other side had no idea they were expecting the next group of people to terrorize, as the bloody nurses and doctors still engaged in an intense lip lock.

“G- Gomen'nasai.” Jyou stuttered, a flush reaching his hair line. His little devil companion felt as uncomfortable as he looked. “Um,” the polyester doctor called out, “this room is occupied.” Sora made haste to drag her and Jyou away from the hormonal teenagers before he could give them The Talk. He attempted the same thing with the younger kids a few months prior, and nearly cried when they were the ones to correct him.

Red light filtered through the hazy hospital room, but Sora recognized an exit when she saw one. “This way, Jyou-senpai!” she yelled, tugging his arm behind her.

The pair burst into the warm October night, panting and sweating. It took several minutes for the pair to catch their breaths and ever longer to notice their mischievous friends staring at them.

Takeru’s laughter startled Sora, her hand flying up as if to hold her heart in her chest. As her orange eyes rose to meet mahogany, she found herself temporarily blinded by the flash of a camera. “Hmm,” Hikari mused, “this one may be cute enough to develop.”

“That’s not the only thing that’s developing.” the younger, annoying, traitorous vampire giggled out. His basketball reflexes proved useful as he dodged an attack from the little devil, pulling an amused Wizardmon behind him. “See you love birds later!” he called out cheekily, admiring his own pun.

“Get back here, you guys!”

Jyou laughed quietly beside her, the hood of his costume bunching around his shoulders. “Ah, just let them have their fun. Besides, I’m pretty sure that sound I heard was the growl of your stomach.”

Fingers still intertwined; Sora allowed her senpai to tug her towards the tents of food. On the way down, her eye caught Mimi’s. In a strange way, the well-placed wink and sly smile on her friend’s face seemed to be a cue of sorts., and Sora tightened her grip on Jyou’s hand.

“Hey, Jyou-san, how do you feel about splitting some ujikintoki?”

[hymemena]

˚₊ ˚ ‧₊ .:･˚₊ ˚ ‧₊ .:･˚₊ *˚Winter Countdown To The New Year Challenge˚₊ ˚ ‧₊ .:･˚₊ ˚ ‧₊ .:･˚₊ *˚

Below you will find 31 headcanon questions/prompts for the winter season, one for each day of December. For multimuse blogs, feel free to pick a different muse every day or just do one muse for the whole month! If you enjoy the challenge, make sure to tag some friends or reblog this post to spread it! I hope everyone has a safe, warm winter! This was inspired by @mimis-memes' Halloween Countdown Challenge!

1. Do they get cold easily? What method do they use to get warm the quickest?

2. Does your muse enjoy playing in the snow? Can they build a snowman? Make snowballs? Do they make snow angels or forts?

3. Does your muse enjoy dressing for the season? If they have pets, do they dress them up?

4. What is their favorite hot drink?

5. Write an open starter in which your muse answers the door for another muse in the middle of a blizzard.

6. Make a short (3-4 song) playlist for your muse in winter!

7. Is there anything about the winter season that they love? What about something that they can't stand?

8. Does your muse live in a place where the winters are brutal or more mild?

9. What is a color palette that your muse associates with winter?

10. Your muse has slipped and fallen on ice! Write a drabble or an open starter in which they need a little help.

11. Does your muse feel more giving or selfish during the winter holidays?

12. Would your muse bake cookies for the season? What's their favorite kind?

13. What is your muse's winter comfort food? Why do they like it so much?

14. Create a winter-themed moodboard for your muse!

15. Your muse has walked under the mistletoe! Write a drabble or open starter for this!

16. Does your muse get sick easily? What's their general health like? Does that change in the winter?

17. Is your muse very active in the winter or do they prefer to stay inside where it's warm? Why?

18. What is a good winter memory for your muse? What about a bad one?

19. Does your muse have a winter routine? What is it?

20. If your muse stumbled upon a cryptid/supernatural creature during the winter months, what would it be? How would that meeting go? Write a drabble/short exchange!

21. What kind of gifts make your muse happiest?

22. What is the most important gift your muse has received? What about the lousiest?

23. Does your muse like to watch holiday movies? Do they have a favorite? What is it?

24. Does your muse celebrate any winter holidays?

25. Does your muse have any New Year's traditions? If so, what are they? If not, what might convince them to start?

26. Does your muse believe in fortune-telling? Would they get their fortune told for the New Year?

27. What is your muse looking forward to most next year?

28. What are your muse's New Year resolutions? Do they usually stick to them or give up?

29. What was your muse's last year like? Would they change anything if they could?

30. Write a drabble/short fic in which your muse does something cozy during a snowstorm.

31. Create a moodboard for your muse's New Year's Eve!