#you just spooped her is all

[of-a-chaotic-mind]

Shaken Not Stirred

Summary: Reader attends an investigation with her boyfriend Sam and best friend Colby. Unfortuantely for her, it doesn't quite go as smoothly as she'd hoped it would.

TW/CW: Reader gets scratched by a ghost and scared a few times. Sam Golbach x Reader

Requested?: No

A/N: Writing a spoopy imagine while watching spoopy Sam & Colby videos all with the lights off aside from red lights to up the spoopiness is fantastic. Surprisingly, I'm less spooped than I would be just watching Sam & Colby vids with the lights on and not multitasking lmao.

Y/N's POV

As we stepped into the abandoned, slightly decrepit haunted prison. We had spoken briefly with a friend of our guide outside before starting this tour and she had warned me, “Girl you are braver than I am.” Upon tilting my head at her, she continued, “I won’t ever step foot in that place after hearing so many stories from other ladies. Stick close to your boys.” Apparently, the entities in this place enjoy messing with and scaring ladies the most.

Colby’s voice brings me out of my thoughts, “Dude, look at this place!” I scan my eyes around the immense entry hall. The cement walls impose a sense of dread. The stuffy sour smell of the place makes my stomach roil.

I instinctively inch closer to Sam who’s at my side. I can already tell the warning wasn’t falsely founded. Just being in here makes me feel extremely uneasy and very unwelcome. Dating a paranormal investigator means I’ve visited plenty of haunted locations but this one was much worse than any other.

As our guide began the tour, I practically glued myself to Sam’s side making him look down at me. “You alright?” He questions, concern written plainly across his face.

I think for a moment before nodding, “Yeah just already feeling unwelcome.”

The guide breaks in, “Ladies typically do feel set apart from the gentlemen. As this was a male only prison, they don’t typically take kindly to female visitors.”

Sam looks even more worried now, “You can always sit this one out.”

I shake my head, “I’m alright for now but I’ll let you know if I need to step out.” Sam nods as our guide takes that as his cue to continue on. The first bit of our tour goes pretty quietly. Just as I am starting to loosen up and shake the uneasiness, I hear someone or something whisper yell very closely to my ear. Having stepped away from Sam, I race back to him and nearly leap into his arms.

“What?!” He questions, voice full of worry, “What happened?”

I look up at him and then around at our group, fear etched across my face, “Did you guys not hear that?” Everyone shakes their heads spurring me to explain, “I just heard something whisper super loud in my ear. Like, I don’t know how you guys didn’t hear it.”

Sam wraps his arms tighter around me, “Do you need a minute?”

I bury my face into his chest to take a few deep breaths before shaking my head, “No, I’m alright. Let’s keep going.” Carrying on with the tour, I keep my head on a swivel and my hand tightly clasped around Sam’s.

By the time we begin our investigations, I’ve loosened up again. Sam sets out the two flashlights after explaining for the video what they do. Colby also sets out a REM pod and shows the camera what it does. As everyone steps away from the devices, the REM pod starts going nuts. “Alright, I guess that’s a good sign that we should get started,” Sam states to the camera. The boys begin bouncing around questions and receiving responses but the REM pod just keeps screaming at us.

Finally, having had enough of the high pitch shrill, I gave up my courage and speak up, “I’m sorry to interrupt boys but whoever is beside our little red light over there could you please step away? It’s starting to hurt my ears.” The device goes silent immediately upon finishing my sentence. Sam, Colby, and I look at each other in shock before they continue on with questioning the flashlights. After only a couple questions and answers, I jump close to Sam. Something had just whispered again. I bury my face in Sam’s chest once more as he rubs my back.

“I heard that one,” Sam says more to Colby than me, “There was a whisper.”

Colby shakes his head, “I didn’t hear it but she sure did,” he says motioning to me. I back away from my shelter and motion for the boys to continue.

After a while and a couple of investigations, Sam and Colby decide it’s time to bring out the Estes Method. As Colby goes under, Sam leans over to whisper to me, “Do you want to sit this one out?” I shake my head but take his hand in mine. Sam begins asking questions and immediately receives answers. As the questions get more intense, I hold Sam’s hand even tighter trying not to show how terrified I am. I know that if Sam knows how scared I am he’ll cut it and we’ll leave.

“Is there anything specific you’d like us to know before we leave?” Sam asks. We receive, “Yeah,” from Colby just as something grabs the back of my neck. I leap from my seat and scream so loud that Colby yanks the headset and blindfold off looking around slightly panicked. Sam jumps up to collect me in his arms, checking me over as I try to calm my shaking and my eyes dart around trying to pinpoint the source of my fear.

“What’s wrong? What happened?” Colby asks, standing from his chair.

Sam, whose inspection has brought him around behind me, waves Colby over out of the corner of my eye. Colby steps behind me as I feel Sam lower the back of my shirt slightly and lift my ponytail. “Holy shit,” Colby mumbles as I see a flash and hear a camera shutter.

I hide my face in my hands as Sam gently spins me around to face them. He places his hands on either side of my face, “I’m here. I’ve got you. You are safe,” he pauses taking a deep breath, “Do you want to see it?”

I nod shakily, knowing he’s referring to the picture of whatever is on my back. Colby shows me the screen of Sam’s phone. There is four long scratches from my hairline to between my shoulder blades, thankfully not drawing blood. Saying nothing I simply bury my face in Sam’s chest once again and his arms immediately wrap around me. “She’s shaking,” Colby notes.

“Yeah, we need to leave,” Sam states already moving toward the exit. Colby collects the gear before quickly catching up to us. About halfway to the car, Sam stops and lifts me into his arms. Once we reach the car, Sam opens the passenger door and gently sits me down in the seat. I clutch onto his shirt, not wanting him to pull away but he takes my hands in his, kissing them before placing them in my lap and squatting down in front of me.

Sam brushes my hair away from my face and that’s when I finally notice the same fear from my face copy and pasted onto his. His hands shake slightly as he kisses my forehead. Looking into my eyes once again, “I love you but the next time I see you so shaken just walking into a location, you’re sitting out or we’re leaving. I can’t stand the thought of something happening to you.” I nod my head and finally seeming content that I’ve calmed down he stands, “Pull your legs in, Darling.” I do as instructed before Sam closes the door and makes his way over to the driver side door as Colby slides into the backseat.

Colby leans forward and pats my head as Sam cranks the car and begins exiting the property. “You’re gonna be okay, Kid,” Colby affirms before he leans back to get comfortable for the ride home. Colby’s always been like a brother to me and no matter how well he hides it, I know he’s just as scared as Sam and I. Sam takes my hand in his as we make our way back to the hotel.

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[icycoldninja]

Hello :) hope you’re having an early spoop-tackular month full of treats or tricks ∩^ω^∩

I love your writing and had something that has been tickling my peewee of a brain—ya know bouncing about the noggin’.

Many eons ago I discovered that when I get angry, frustrated, scared, or excited I put on my good ole country accent since where I live it’s full of southerns AND northerners. So basically I can be a distinguished fellow one moment then mere seconds later become a hillbilly bent outta shape because someone forgot my Diet Dr. Kelp while ordering pizza from the Krusty Krab

imagine the Sparda boys with their s/o that is known to be really, really sweet to everyone but when the s/o gets super upset or angry she full throttle her southern accent and it always throws people off guard 💀

YOU ARE PERFECT AND AMAZING TYSM FOR KEEPING MY HEART IN LOVE WITH DMC. WELL WHAT I MEAN IS THANK YOU FOR THE MOTIVATION.❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

I AM! OK, first of all, THANK YOU SO MUCH! I know this took like a century to post and I hope you forgive me for that. Enjoy!

Sparda boys + V x Reader with a southern accent headcannons

¤ Dante ¤

-Normally, you sound as average as average can be. No one thinks there's anything odd about the way you speak.

-Dante honestly couldn't care less about accents anyway, what you say is the same, regardless of how you pronounced it.

-Except for when you get angry and fly off the handle, cursing and shouting like the ol' hillbilly you sort of are.

-Dante absolutely loses it, laughing so hard he almost pees himself. While such a reaction is understandable the first time, it just doesn't make sense that he continues laughing after the 50th or 60th time.

-Shows you off to everyone at gatherings and parties, always asking you to say a joke or something in your accent.

-It's nice to have all the attention and surprise people like that, but you get tired of doing it after a while. One can only hope Dante will get tired of it too.

■ Vergil ■

-Vergil is largely indifferent to the way you speak.

-Or so he thought, until one day you got mad at something and started screaming like a true Southerner.

-He was convinced you had become possessed by a demon of some sort and was ready to drive it out of you, when you snapped back to your usual self and started talking normally again.

-He couldn't believe what he just heard, and after mentally debating it, decided to pretend it never happened and tell himself he imagined the whole thing.

-When you do it again a few days later, he is forced to accept the fact that your accent is real, and worst of all, that it's funny.

-Now he has to cover his face with his book whenever you blow your stack or everyone will see him grimacing to hold back laughter.

□ Nero □

-Nero never thought anything was suspicious about you at any point, why would he, anyway?

-He knew you were from the South, since you told him, and while he did wonder why you didn't sound like most southerners, he chalked it up to familial influence or something and left it at that.

-Needless to say, Nero was pretty confused the first time he heard you go off like that.

-He thought you were doing it to be funny, but realized this was natural after hearing it a few times.

-He thinks you sound like Nico and can't wait for the day when you both get upset over something and start aggressively jabbering at each other.

-You and your funny way of talking are cute in Nero's eyes, but that's about it. He's just not one to care for silly things like that.

● V ●

-Since V has only arrived on earth recently, he is doing his best to learn about the workings of the world.

-He was familiar with the concept of accents and dialects, sure, having been around Nico for a while, but when he met you, he never thought you'd be one of those individuals with a distinct accent.

-You were pretty normal until Griffon made a particularly hurtful comment that you decided to return. All of a sudden, your accent kicks in and you start scolding that bird in true Southern momma fashion.

-V was stunned for a moment, then was quickly reduced to laughter because the whole exchange was hilarious.

-When you demanded to know what the hell he was laughing about, he just kept going.

-You eventually gave up and left him to his devices because there was no point in trying to understand his mind.

[uwurakax]

ー　死神　♡

halloweenie vibes ig, and im probs not even gonna get one fic out for it ( lmaoo whats new ), so just for spoop, enjoy a smol sakusa drabble, bc i felt like being nice to him :')

(( trigger warning for wanting to unalive, but its not bad, prkmise ))

thinking about grim reaper!sakusa who always watches over you;

you both met centuries ago. where? he can't say. how? he doesn't know. why? he forgot those details long ago. he doesn't even remember his life anymore. what he did, his friends or even his family. but he feels a phantom pain when he thinks about them.. family. he thinks maybe he was close to someone once.. its only natural right? at least before he met you.

he does recall one thing however; you died.

he does relive that, and that pain is real. so vividly he remembers praying, crying out to whatever deity or higher power that may be out there to listen. to not take you away from him. how you never had enough time, and that you were taken too soon.

it was the first time he had cried.

he wouldn't, no, couldn't live without you. the haze and cacophony leading up to his final days as a man, as a human, are not a time sakusa likes to reflect back on. barely existing and the shell of the proud man he once was, he just wanted to be with you.

it was peaceful that day the day he decided to take his own life. it was warm, with the sun shining vibrantly and the gentle breeze to offer a soothing kiss on his skin. it was like you were waiting... happy to be reunited.

he never felt the chill of the ocean below, tripping off of the cliff he was determined to jump from and hitting his head. a show of mercy in the hell he had to endure from being parted from you. painless and quick.

sakusa felt weightless when he awoke. was he still alive?

no, he came to find that he was indeed successful. a voice surrounding him that was everywhere and nowhere at all all but confirmed his passing. it also confirmed it had heard his desperate cries and prayers over you. the voice didn't know why, but it was willing to answer sakusa.

it had the power to bring you back, but it would come at a price.

the higher power would grant you life, but sakusa would be cursed to be undead. a leader of lost souls for the unfortunate.. or perhaps fortunate? to guide them into the afterlife.

it didn't matter what he had to do, as long as you got to live. he all but readily accepted, unknowingly cursing you too.

for life, and existence has a balance. if sakusa was cursed with being eternally dead, then you'd be cursed with eternal life.

but one couldn't live forever of course, humans don't live forever. so the universe found a workaround.

you would live and die, again and again and again. forever reincarnating, just to live and having to die; and all sakusa could do was watch.

as he led more and more souls to find everlasting tranquility, he had to watch yours being forced away from him into a new life that would soon become you.

he was confused the first time it happened, watching your reincarnated first life be born and grow. how you became who you were when you were with him. he was content like this, watching you from beyond. as long as you got to live your life.

you married and had kids in that first life, and he couldn't help but wonder if that could've been you and him. how would life have gone for him if you weren't taken away?

he learned early on what exactly he subjected himself and inadvertently, you to.

no matter how many centuries ago it had been, it still never made it easier, and sakusa had soon come to grow cold and disdainful of the world. of everything, and with noway to undo it, he had to withstand it.

be forced to watch the love of his life live without him, and knowing he was the cause of her never being able to reunite with any of her loved ones.

sometimes you'd die young, too young that sakusa couldn't even beat to glance at your soul. other times you'd live a full and long life. he wished every life you had would be like that, and if he had to pull strings to speed up someones passing for hurting you? he was more than happy to oblige. scum didn't need to live, and he was more than happy to send them to the realm now coined as hell.

he didn't know why he kept up with this self torture, tormenting himself to being so close and yet so far from you. at least he never had to forget your face or your voice; the one constant that never changed.

and so he stood, across the road from the coffee shop you liked to frequent, watching as you lived your life; or at least this one. he could practically smell the pumpkin spice. the seasonal drink that became your favourite autumn beverage two lives ago.

you feel someone staring at you as you thank the barista for your drink, the warm takeaway cup heating up your hands. so you look outside the large pane windows, but nothing seems out of the ordinary.

through your entire life you've felt a presence around you, watching you. you couldn't explain it, but it always felt familiar. familiar and safe. like a guardian angel. as ridiculous as it sounded, you always felt like nothing bad could ever happen, but you couldn't help the sad sigh that spilled from your lips. you really wished you could know who was constantly watching over you.

sakusa didn't mean to come as close as he did, at least not while you were awake. he knew his very being emitted a bitter and crisp air. humans could sense death, even if they couldn't see it. a lost soul wandering the busy streets. sakusa lost his empathy long ago, for it died along with you, but he held is tongue and the urge to roll his eyes at the floating mass. it stopped at the corner of the coffee shop, and he made his way over quickly. practically teleporting, going through cars and people, sending shivers through them as he passed. he didn't care. the sooner he could deal and send the soul into the afterlife, the sooner he could be with you.

he hastily guided them, showing them the welcoming light as it faded away. he never saw it, but even he could feel the blinding affable glow when he led them there.

he was ready to go back across until he heard the recognisable sound of tires screeching. please don't let it be you!

a scene he knew all too well was occurring. it didn't matter how many times he saw it, a heartache felt only hundreds of times. it didn't stop him from trying. even if he tried countless times before, knowing the end result would be the same. sakusa would always try, for you, even knowing it was pointless.

so imagine his shock when he can feel you underneath him, a carnage of vehicles behind him and you looking up at him, actually seeing him whispering

"it's you"

[thebunnyslibrary]

To Someone From a Warmer Climate

summary. On Halloween night, a storm rages on outside your door. But when the sheriff of the nearby town arrives and reveals his true nature to you, you will be caught in your own storm in desire and fear.

characters. Witch!Reader x Demon!Lee Bodecker

wc. 4.8k

warnings. Non/Dub!Con, Forced Mating/Marriage, Housewife Kink, Threats and Mentions of Violence, Blood.

an. Happy Halloween! Thank you for joining me for my first Halloween Collection.

BunBun’s Spoop-tober Collection Masterlist / Main Masterlist

It was the Samhain, All Hallow’s Eve…Halloween. A storm raged on outside, but you could still feel the moon’s power from behind the clouds. The storm itself actually made you feel calm, content, knowing you were safe for the night in your cozy cabin. You’d put out an extra place setting on your table and even dribbled some candy across it just for fun. You were planning a mute supper of the delicious smelling stew bubbling away in your crockpot (much more convenient than a cauldron, in your opinion).

Cooking was your specialty in magic, infusing spells and potions into food to help absorb them faster, and strengthening the effect. Tonight, you were testing a new potion to infuse with the stew; made to keep you warm and give you strength through the cold winter months. After dinner, you planned to cozy up to by the warm fire and tuck in with a collection of scary stories with some Nina Simone records.

 Suddenly, a loud banging noise outside the door made you jump. At first, you thought it was just the storm, but you heard someone hollering, you rushed and threw open the door, fearing it was some poor lost soul. Instead, there stood a mountain of a man.

Tall and stocky with a wide brim hat doing its best to keep rain off his face where dark blue eyes peered at down at you. Soft pink lips pursed in a thin line were framed by 5 o clock shadow. He wore a black windbreaker with a shiny gold star pinned to his chest. You knew him; Lee Bodecker, the sheriff of the local mortal town just outside the wood.

                “Evening ma’am, may I come in?” Wiping your hands on your sweater and crossing your arms over your chest, you eyed him suspiciously. However, you couldn’t sense anything too malicious about him. You stepped back, letting him enter and watching as he easily crossed your threshold. You knew your dwelling was protected from negative forces. You’d made well and sure of that.

                 “Is there something I can help you with?” you asked as you shut the door, not wanting any trouble and trying to be polite. You knew sometimes the teenagers of the town came into the woods to drink or fuck, especially on Halloween night. You’d hoped the storm would keep them away, but if the sheriff was here, maybe something had happened.

                “Wellness check, ma’am. I got a call from some little old lady that said she knew there was a woman living in the woods. She wanted to make sure you hadn’t been flooded out.” He explained. A smile spread across your lips as you breathed a silent sigh of relief.

 There was a woman whose farm backed up almost into the woods. Since her husband died a year ago, a few times a week you would go and help her with some of the chores; and she would give you milk, eggs, and fruits and veggies from the farm. You would also bring her soup and healing herbs when she was sick. She wasn’t aware of your powers, but always thanked you when she remarkably felt better the next day. Of course she called it in; knowing where your house was after you’d brought her there for tea one afternoon.

                “Well, I appreciate you coming all this way Sheriff-”

                “Lee, please” He interrupted. Your skin bristled a little at the interruption, but you nodded gently at him, knowing mortal men could be a little brash sometimes.

                “Lee.” You continued. “But I really am alright. Can I offer you some tea or something for your trouble? I did just mix up some stew.” You’d heard stories about the sheriff, the town hero, who seemed to always be in the right place at the right time. But you were always suspicious of things that were too good to be true. It was your nature as a witch.

However, the man HAD come all the way into the woods in a storm just for one little old lady’s request.  He must have something resembling a heart, you reasoned. You decided to give him some nice warm, strong, stew and slip a little forgetfulness potion into his coffee; then send him on his way, never to remember this place. You could return to your cozy evening.  No harm done.

                “Coffee would be appreciated if you have it.” Lee requested. “And that stew sure does smell good.”

“Have a seat.” You gestured to the chair at your small round table, only fit to hold 3 chairs, 2 of which already had a place set. Lee sat down at the one without, setting his hat down on the table.

“Can I take your coat?” you offered.

“Thank you kindly.” He took his coat off, handing it to you before setting his hat on the table and sitting across from the set place as you hung his coat by the fire. Going back to the kitchen cupboard and grabbing a mug and a bowl. You shook some grounds into a filter, infusing your forgetfulness spell.

Filling the coffee machine with water, you pressed the buttons and let it brew.  You ladled a healthy serving of stew into the bowl and carefully placed it in front of him. He dug in as you sat across from him and tried to think of anything to say. You never had mortal company, only the nice lady who liked to knit and read, just like you; But Sheriff Bodecker didn’t seem the type to knit. Finally, he cleared his throat and asked you.

                “You uh…live alone out here? You had another place set.” He gestured to the table. “Your husband leave you all alone out here?”

                “Of course not.” You answered and he seemed taken aback. “Well, I mean… I don’t have a husband. But I’m not alone. The animals live out here too. And the plants. And my books.” The burbling of the machine caught your attention. “Do you take anything in your coffee? You asked him as you went to pour it into the mug.

“No thank you, ma’am.” He answered. “This stew is absolutely delicious.”

“Thank you, kindly.” You beamed as you set the mug down in front of him. “And I must admit the place setting is more of…personal thing. It’s a Halloween tradition to set a place for those who you have lost in the past.”

                “That’s mighty sentimental of you. Though I’ve never heard of that one. Where’d you learn that?” Lee asked.

“Oh I uhm. I read about in a book.” You said, technically not lying. You just didn’t mention it was a magic book.

“I see.” Lee looked around the room. “You sure do have a lot of books.”

                “Yes, well, sometimes I find the company of the books better than that of people.” You joked, looking to the coffee and hoping Lee would take a sip soon. You looked back at him but his body suddenly seemed a lot closer, his leg resting between yours, leaning against your right knee.

                “Ah c’mon people aren’t too bad. Look at me for example, I wanted to make sure you were okay.” Look at him you did. He was decently handsome. Strong arms and a well-built frame. He was heavier set than other men, but you kind of liked that. You knew food was a comfort and you would rather people knew too much than not enough. Even the face you’d been suspicious of when he arrived had a more homely charm as he slurped up the last of his stew. He took a swig of coffee, then turned to face you fully.

“Mmmmm…damn…That’s the best cup of coffee I’ve ever had. And I just love the taste of the forgetfulness potion you added.”  Your heart dropped into your stomach.

                “What did you say?” He didn’t answer, only leaning back in his chair. He blinked and where crystal blue eyes had seemed to make him handsome and rakish; now were two inky black pits. He blinked again and his eyes were human again, but now his irises were crimson red.

You took a deep breath, trying to steady yourself. You’d dealt with a few lower-level demons in your travels, but never someone who you could walk through your house’s defenses so easily. Usually, any malevolent force was neutralized before it even touched your house. But he…he was something darker.

“I’d heard about a pretty witch living out here in the woods.” Lee continued. “Thought it was just another one of them dippy mortals wearing peace signs. But then that little old lady came in, bringing some brownies she said you’d made. And when I tasted them, I knew for sure. There was a real little witch somewhere in town.

“Though it took me a while to find ya, darling. All them wards and runes…you’ve kept yourself pretty well hidden. But when that same sweet little old lady called in, worried about her friend in the woods, I knew I’d found you and here you are. Hidden away from the world, cooking up spells your nose buried in a mountain of books. All that defensive magic and you opened the front door for me and invited me in. Silly girl.” His eyes raked over your body, studying you.

“Damn, you are something pretty. You got a name, sweetheart?” But your lips tightened. You didn’t want to say another word to him, fearing what else he might be hiding. “Oh, come now, darling. I won’t bite.” But his wolfish grin spoke otherwise.

 You told him your name in the strongest voice you could muster, trying to think of a plan to drive him out. As if reading your mind, Lee gently shook his head.

“Now let’s not do anything foolish sweetheart. I don’t want to get too nasty with you.” He warned.

“What-what DO you want then?” you asked. Lee paused for a moment, reaching across the table to grab a piece of candy, unwrapping it slowly and staring into your eyes as he placed the candy in his mouth, licking his lips as he chewed and swallowed.

“Quite frankly, darling…you. You’re clearly pretty good with the magic, and you’d be even more so with a little training. I’ll have all the power I need. See, I’ve been living like a king for years, feeding off the darkness of the souls in this town.”

“Darkness…?” The woman from the farm was always talking about how wonderful the town was, how safe it was…all because of him.

“Oh yes, sweetheart. There is a darkness in this here town. Seems half the people are born just so they can be buried. And I’ve managed to feed off of it for years. You’d be surprised how many people will give truly anything to get what they want. Sometimes they surprise me, just wanting basic mortal shit they could get if they tried a little harder. But some of them want to watch the world burn. They offer their souls and what happens? The town sheriff stops their crimes before they’ve even started. I look like got damn hero and never have to lift a finger.” He grinned wide. “All the praise of the good people feeding my pride. All the sin of the others feeding my powers.”

“But why…why do you need me?” You asked, meekly. His smile faded and his jaw clenched. His steely gaze and making you shiver and squirm in your chair.

“The good people have started to question me. Why I haven’t settled down with a wife...  And if the good people are questioning me, I can’t clean up the filth in the town. See, I’m thinking about a run for state senator, maybe even governor. And the higher up the ladder you climb, the darker people will get. I can’t do that without a little lady with me to keep me in their good graces.” He stood up now, his hand on the table, leaning in close to you, but you managed to shove the chair away and rushed to the sink, grabbing the sharpest knife you had and pointing it at him. But Lee only shook his head and smiled.

“Now what are you gunna do with that, huh? You certainly don’t have it in you to use it” He mocked, stepping closer to you. He let out a low groan. “And that’s exactly why I want you. Your innocence, and your kind heart are exactly what I need. Someone to look good for the town, show off at all the little local town events, and keep my bed warm at night.” He licked his lips. “So, here’s the deal. You keep my bed warm and my stomach full, and I'll keep the town safe; keep being the hero.” He was standing in front of you now; still holding the knife in your trembling hands as you shook your head. Lee reached up, grabbing the knife like it was nothing, and throwing it somewhere.

Blood ran down his hand but he made no move to wipe it off. Instead, he grabbed your wrists and pinned them to the cabinets behind you, his lips thundering down upon yours in a harsh and punishing kiss. He bit your lip, making you gasp, giving him a chance to force his tongue into your mouth. Your eyes widening as you swore the end of it was forked. When he pulled away, you were gasping for air. He leaned in close to your ear, his breath hot on your cheek and neck.

 “Maybe you didn’t understand me clearly in that dumb little brain of yours, but I could ruin this town. Your poor little old lady friend? Out on the street. Your library? Closed. I could stand back and make you watch this town suffer. Or you can be my good little housewife.” He leaned back to look at you, his eyes soulless black pits.

 “Or maybe I'll take you out to the town square. And show them what you really are. Some mortals around here get scared, they start getting jumpy…and pretty scary themselves.” Your breath hitched; you knew some mortals, even as time moved forward, who still got too scared of what they didn’t understand and could get violent quickly. It was one reason you kept yourself hidden. “So, what’s it gunna be, little witch?” You stared back at him, your breathing shallow.

 In a flash of quick thinking, you thought to the holy water in your cabinet, and it manifested in your hand. You managed to dump it on his hands, and he roared in pain, letting you escape. If you could make it to the bedroom, your sacred room, you might be able to ward him out, or at least escape to somewhere else.

You were steps away from the threshold when you were suddenly wrenched back and slammed against the wall. Your hands were pinned above your head and your legs were spread wide. You heard Lee down the hall; his heavy footsteps getting closer and closer until he stood directly in front of you.

                “Tsk tsk tsk. Just couldn’t make it easy could you? But that’s okay, Nothing worth having ever is.”

                “But…how…no other magic works in my space…” you stammered. But he only chuckled, relishing in your fear as you struggled against the bond, studying you like a work of art.

“Seems to me you’re in MY space now.” As you fought to free yourself, you realized he was right; nothing in the house, none of your powers were working. “Now Let’s try that again shall we, sweetheart?” 

                “Please…” you begged. “Please don’t do this.”

                “Oh, come now. It ain’t all bad... A powerful demon husband, access to magics you wouldn’t believe, I can make this so good for you.” He forced his hands up your sweater to run them down over your breasts, one hand stopping to fondle your nipple with his thumb while the other slid into your pajama pants, between your legs and cupping your pussy over your panties and rubbing his ring and middle fingers back and forth.

“Well well, for such a good little witch, you sure are dripping wet for me. I’m must say I’m flattered.” He kissed you with a fire that stirred something dark and twisted within your heart and soul.  Something you ignored as a witch who tried to do only good to others.

“God…please...” Your voice was soft, but Lee heard you growled, his hand going from your breast to grab your hair and force your head back. His voice was soft but dangerous in your ear.

“Trust me sweetheart, Even if he gave a shit about you, there’s not a damned thing he could to stop me. You worship me now. Go on, say my name.”

                “Lee…” you breathed heavily. Your resolve was slowly crumbling as you realized there was no way out of this. And that fear, that resolve, was being replaced with desire. The way Lee looked at you seemed like he wanted to devour you whole should’ve terrified you, but you couldn’t deny how wet you were. You didn’t want to want him, but your whimper gave you away.

                “Yeah, baby? You want something? Go on…beg for it…” he ordered; his fingers moving faster as he kissed down your neck, biting gently in just the right spot to make your toes curl. You let out a low moan. Your breathing was heavy as you spoke.

                “You…you promise you won’t hurt the good people?” You asked, tears forming in the corners of your eyes. Lee scoffed with a smirk, staring down at you.  

                “Good people, oh if only you knew���but you’ll learn.” Without another word Lee pulled his fingers from your shorts, making your whine in loss and feeling yourself clench around nothing. Lee snapped his fingers and your clothes were gone.

 Before you could react, he grabbed you, lifted you over his shoulder, smacking your ass then storming into your bedroom, slamming the door behind you two and locking it. He tossed you unceremoniously onto your bed, hardly giving you a moment to breathe before he was on top of you. He leaned over you and his black soleless eyes bore deep into yours.

                “The people in this town are bathed in sin. Just you wait and see.” His gaze softened, his eyes returning to their crimson form. He ran one hand down your cheek, using his thumb to hold your chin and force you to look at him. “But you know what, I think you want something darker… I saw some of those books on your shelves. I think you wanna be a little damsel in distress. And I’m more than happy to oblige.” His hand wrapped around your throat; then he leaned down so his lips were just ghosting against your trembling ones.

“How long have you wanted the touch of a strong man?” Your whimper in response only made him grin wider. “You’re adorable and you reek of loneliness. He kissed you deeply before leaning back to rake his eyes fully over your naked form. “So fucking purty…” he growled. “And you taste sweeter than any mortal sin.” He stood up, but you were still unable to move. Your arms crossed over your head and your legs were forced wide.

Wasting no time, he stripped out of his own clothes; Finally he pulled his boxers down to expose his cock which bobbed against his stomach. Your eyes widened in shock at the size.  It had been some time since you’d been with a man, but his thick cock was bigger than you’d ever had. You tried to shy away from him a bit but he stroked it up and down a few times, laughing at the more than apparent shock on your face

“Never had a cock this big before, have you?” he slowly climbed on the bed, kneeling between your legs. “Well not to worry, little witch. I’m here now and I’m gunna take good care of you. Starting by fucking you like the little bitch in heat that you are and making you cum.” He stroked his cock while gently running his fingers up and down your slit.  You wanted to struggle, scream, fight back. But when Lee pressed his thumb down on your clit, you let out a moan and seemed to almost grind against his hand. It was wrong, but it felt so good. He brought the fingers he’d been rubbing you with up to your lips.

                “Suck on em, slut.” Pushing his fingers in your mouth, rather than be repulsed, your tongue laved over his fingers; thoughts clouding your mind of kneeling before him and sucking his cock. “Oh don’t worry, little witch. You’ll be doing that soon enough.” Lee promised. “Tell me you want this cock. Tell me how bad you wanna be my little whore.”

                “Want…want your cock in my pussy Lee…want to be your slut..” you begged.

                “You gunna be my good wife? Give me whatever I want?” You could feel the head of his cock brush against the inside of your thigh.

                “Yes…please…”

                “Open your mouth.” He ordered. You did as he said and he squeezed your cheeks, making sure your mouth stayed open as he leaned over and snarled something in Latin before spitting in your mouth. Your eyes widened as you realized what he was doing but he covered your nose and mouth with his hands. “Swallow it, slut. Swallow it if you wanna breathe again.”  You had no choice but to swallow. Your veins came alive like fire travelling through you as you were now soul bonded together. He let go of you but replaced his hand with his lips in another hard kiss.

You felt the last of your resolve crumbling. You hated yourself, but you wanted him…and he knew it. He snapped his fingers again and now your arms were free to move, but they didn’t fight him, instead they sought to hold him close to you. You wanted to feel him against you, he was so warm compared to the chilly night air. Like a blanket wrapping around you on winter’s first night.

                “Well now, we certainly have changed our mind, haven’t we?” You didn’t answer, turning away, and trying to not meet his leering gaze. But he gripped your chin and forced you to look at him.

                “When I ask you a question, you answer, understand? I’m being real nice here, but I can go back to being mean if you want.” He threatened. But you shook your head softly.

                “No please…I’ll be good…” you whimpered and he smiled.

“I know you will.” He kissed you, taking the chance to push his cock inside you making you moan into the kiss.  His hands were on either side of your head and you dug your nails into his shoulder to try and pull him closer to you.

You pressed your knees tight against his sides as he set a torturous pace. Dragging his cock out slowly so you could feel the head rubbing the walls of your pussy, making you keen and moan. Then pushing back in hard so you felt like you were going to be split in two. 

“Lee…please.” You wanted to beg him to stop but it came out as a plea for more.

                “Such a powerful little witchling, reduced to my wanton whore…” His hands grabbed your breasts, tweaking and rolling your nipples between his calloused fingers. “Gunna be so pretty on my arm. And if you be a good little wife, I’ll buy you all the books you want, and I’ll fuck you to sleep every night on my cock.” He took one hand away from your breasts to smack your clit…hard. Your vision went white with pleasure as you screwed your eyes shut; your pussy clenching hard around his cock.

                “Fuck and a pain slut to boot. You’re gunna be lots of fun, little witch. I want you to cum. Cum for your new husband.��� His thrusts increased to a punishing pace and he used his thumb to rub your clit. “And when you cum on my cock, I own you. Heart, body, and soul. You understand?”

                “Ye-Yes I understand…Lee…” His eyes flickered to black as he pinched your nipple hard and ordered you in a voice much lower and darker than his usual tone.

“Then cum.” The sound of it making your eyes was the final straw as your eyes rolled back in your head and you felt every muscle in your body clench as you came harder than you ever had before. Lee had made your body feel like it was on fire but your orgasm was like a cooling only water could bring. You called out his name as you bucked your hips up, like you were trying to draw him in more.

He kept fucking you through the waves of pleasure crashing down on you, chasing his own release. “Look at you, all fucked out and all mine. Can’t wait to get you home, gunna bend you over and spank this ass hard before I fuck it…”  His words made your breath hitch and you clenched his cock one final time before he stilled above you, growling and snarling.

You could feel his hot cum filling you as he pumped his cock into you a few more times. For a few moments, only the sound of your combined breathing’s filled the space. You lay there with your eyes closed as your feelings washed over you; shame, embarrassment, but at the base of it all, satisfaction and power. Power stronger than anything you’d felt before. Lee chuckled above you as you opened your eyes to meet his, now back to crimson.

                “You can feel it, can’t you? All that new power from being my mate flowing through you?” You nodded weekly. “Good but just remember. I’m the one in control now, you’re bound to me so if you even think about hurting me or doing something stupid, I’ll strip them away and leave you for dead. We clear?”

                “Yes, Lee.” You sighed, accepting your fate. His eyes flashed once more to black before turning back to the blue that had drawn you in so easily. You bit your lip, staring up at his rugged looks and acknowledging there were worse options to be bound to for all eternity.

“Fuck, I hope you never lose that doe eyed look. I just wrecked your pussy and you still look like the shy little bookworm you are.” He pulled his cock from you slowly, the first gentle action of the night. “Do you need some stew now, little witchling?” He asked, teasing you and tickling your side, forcing a smile onto your face that didn’t last. Lee let out a small sigh.

“Listen, you might look cute when you cry on my cock, but you’ve got one hell of a smile, darling. I’d like to see it for real.” His words struck a chord, all night he’d teased and degraded you, but now he seemed gentile, almost trying to be charming. He brushed a strand of hair back from your face. “You have to remember sweetheart, I may be strong and powerful, but I have to lure in my pray first.”

Lee gently pounced on you, placing hot, open mouth kisses to your neck, nipping and kissing until you were squealing and laughing in pleasure, forgetting for just a moment the rude and brash way he’d taken you, sexually and literally. When Lee stopped, he pulled back to press a kiss to your forehead.

“I told you sweetheart, if you’re good for me, I can be so good for you.” Despite everything you’ve ever known about demons, you decided to trust him; hoping that as his wife, maybe you could do some good and help the people of the town on a wider scale.

“Can I ask for one thing, please?” you asked, reaching for his hand and squeezing it.

“Well, I am feeling awfully generous.” He said, smiling coyly.

“Please let me keep this place. I promise I’ll come home to you every night but…a witch needs her sacred space.” You asked, batting your eyelashes just a little.

“Hmmmm, I suppose that can be arranged.” Lee conceded. “But I have complete and unfettered access, understood?” You nodded, knowing the road ahead as his wife would be rough, but seeing who he was and hoping you could smooth down the rougher edges gave you a sense of relief.

He lay on his side, wrapping his arms around you and holding you against him. You were almost shocked how comfortable you felt in his embrace. But it happened easily, his leg feeling so natural wrapped around yours in your bed.  

[kippykasey]

Double Trouble

Summary: Who knew a vampire, Freddie Kruger, and Ghost face could have so much fun?

Word Count: 1021

Characters: Sam and Colby and Reader

More spoops from Kippy's Spoopy Saturdays

Halloween parties aren’t normally a thing you normally do. At lease not since you were younger. Now you are dragged along with your friend to not only a party but a block wide event. One house had a haunted ‘barn’ maze set up in the large side lawn. There was a whole garage decked out as a witch hut where the drinks were being stored and handed out. There was one house specifically set up to entertain the teens. A projector was set up playing the horror classics. Lights, music, smoke effects where everywhere. Which is probably how you lost your friend with in the first hour of arriving.

Your hand clutched onto your drink of choice as you slowly walked around trying to find your unaccounted for friend. You admired the different themes and the fancy technical displays. Every time you thought you seen them it just ended up being a stranger. After a while of looking you just gave up and sat on the edge of a stone wall between the projector set up and the road that was packed with people dancing.

Someone dressed in the black gown and hooded mask of Ghostface, calmly leaned against the wall next to you. “Waiting for someone?” The deep voice confirmed that this was most definitely a male.

Your head tilts to look over at him. “Nah I lost my friend already. Not really used to all this.” You gestured to the surrounding area with the hand holding your drink, the liquid swirling around.

“Well we can’t just let you sit on a wall all night like some kind of gargoyle. Colby.” He stands up straight, his arm draping over your shoulders as he holds up his hand.

You shook his hand and introduced yourself before Colby gives you a nudge to get off the wall. You get off your perch and were instantly guided through the crowd and towards the witch hut where you run into a blonde wearing a signature stripped shirt the recognizable burn scar mask tucked under his arm as he got himself a drink. “Sam I adopted a vampire.” Colby jokes making the blonde turn to look over with a smile.

You introduce yourself to Sam and he passes a drink to Colby who stepped away from you to remove his mask. With both of them not wearing a mask you recognized the two from their ghost hunting youtube channel. “I see why you’re wearing the masks.” You comment looking between them. They looked at each other before turning back to you.

The three of you head off to the side where some picnic tables were set up for the food that was available earlier. You sat around one of the tables each with your own drink. “So you recognized us huh?” Sam looked up at you as he sips his drink.

“Honestly now that I know its you I would have known Colby by his name and face alone but I thought it was a voice changer or something. Not to mention I don’t really know too many people with the name Colby. Realistically I would have overlooked what you guys but I was watching your videos while getting ready to come.”

Colby chuckled and you three talked for a while before agreeing to walk through the fake barn maze. There was a small line which allowed small groups no larger than 6 in at a time. Colby and Sam put their masks into the drawstring bag that was hidden under Sam’s costume as you waited and you all were able to toss your empty drinks in a garbage right before entering into near darkness.

A winding path greeted you three where between the two and a half winding corridors were four automated animatronics that provided a good jump scare before opening up into the first room. The red and yellow lit room was decorated with fake hanging body limbs with the center having a table with delimbed torso. Just as you got around the corner a female whimper drew your attention to a caged area where a disheveled girl was locked inside pleading for you to help her. As you moved closer a chainsaw roared to life behind you as a leather face dressed man charged out of the hidden corner chasing the three of you out of the room and into the next section.

As you made your way through the last 3 rooms you have been positioned somewhere between the two. You swear Sam jumped a foot off the ground when he was caught off guard at the last jump scare. Your thoughts were confirmed when you left and Colby began to laugh and called Sam out on it. From there the three of you bumped into each other as you walked on to the next thing you were off to do, which was carve some pumpkins which really just became a but if a mess of pumpkin guts that was tossed about your table until your group was asked to leave.

The two put back on their masks and you gladly took videos of them going around scaring poor people passing by. When your friend finally texts to meet up, you took a group picture with the two who were enjoying making trouble scaring people and sent it with the location to meet up. Sam and Colby hid them selves and waited until your friend arrived popping out and gave your friend a good scare before the three of you exchanged numbers agreeing to join them on a future ghost hunt before you left with your friend.

“Told you, you would have fun.” Your friend walks backwards, their phone out and up.

“Yeah, yeah.” You roll your eyes seconds before your head is bunched between your shoulders from the flinching reaction of two ‘Boos’ on either side of you accompanies by a Freddy Kruger and Ghost Face masks.

You turn playfully hitting the laughing guys on the shoulders as the turn to scurry away.

“Trouble I tell you. They are trouble.” You comment turning to your friend with a large smile.

[kazukazuhas]

❝ 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 ❞ —- [ 𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭 ] / 𝐩𝐭 𝐭𝐰𝐨

𝐳𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐢 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

⇢ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 ; ; the night finally swindled into the shiny lights and the music lowered but just above everything, everyone else. a warm hand held yours softly as he gazed lovestruckly, eyes soft with his love and you take your first step together as a married couple.

⇢ 𝐜𝐰𝐬 ; ;  kissing ;; fluff ;; marriage things ;; zhongli is and way younger here (around after the archon war time) ;; this takes place wayyy before the fall of the exuvia ;; use of the name "morax" ;; god/dess!reader / venti's sibling ;; slight angst at the end

⇢ 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 ; ;  i'm not the best for this guy (and not down for him much) but my friend likes him so i decided to grace her with him for the event like diluc. also there are some inconsistencies with the lore, i apologize. i just want the yaksha to be alive. i forget they died okay–

⇢ 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ; ; @spoopy-fish-writes // @spoops-inliyue ;; @decaffeinatedcloudkryptonite // @shaantiofher ;; @sunangelstears

it was no surprise that tonight he had finally wedded you, the only shock is that it took him so long to do so. the lights hung low and swirled like fireflies dancing in the grass at the perk of night, the smell of wine wavered on the wave with a gentle sweetness mixing in the air. it was no big event, liyue however did celebrate the occasion with bright colours lining the sky, despite the wedding itself not even in the city.

morax, though not by your side at the moment, laughed alongside his dearest friends with a boyish charm you only saw once before in the younger years of the friendship you had with him. it was pleasant seeing him so relaxed, so happy with the music lifted his smile higher than where he had flown. dancing playfully with the younger adepti alatus was fond of.

"i still don't approve of this." a blunt voice broke your trance of the scene before you, a light giggle still in his voice. "but– i'm happy that you're happy," the man you leaned on sighed with a sort of relieved tone before squeezing your hand.

"thank you, barbatos." a soft reply was all you granted him before continuing with the heart eyed staring back at your husband. your brother scoffed lightly before wrapping his arm about you, a simple side hug.

slipping away from the crowd to where you and barbatos sat watching, morax glared softly at your brother but kept a hand extended towards you. ignoring the tension between the archons, you shake of the younger god of the pair's arm off before holding your husband's hand and pulling him away.

"do not start a fight," you mumbled while smiling back to the young adepti conversing close by. morax groaned before mumbling a yes quietly, sending a glare back to the anemo archon swirling the wine in his cup.

abruptly stopping and facing him with a sincere smile and a glint of lovestruck-ness in your eye, you reach behind him to wrap your arms around his neck. your brush the short strands of light faded brown over around your arms and pressed your forehead to his shoulder. without needing to see it, you knew that he subconsciously shut down beofre he could wrap his arms around your waist and bury his own face in your hair.

the world slowed, he thought, or atleast he had his in his arms, swaying with the music played and in a trance of love and wine. he hummed softly agsint your ear and lulled you further in love with all his small actions.

"i will forever love you," you mumbled softly against the fabric of his clothes, pressing a gentle kiss to his neck with closed eyes and hummed along with him.

"as will i, my dear."

✧ — ✧ — ✧

sat still, in near shock of the news displayed for your view but hand still shaking at the realization of what you heard. the delicate teacup slipped from your fingers, meeting the ground and falling into tears of shattered despair. you stared at the young traveler and their companion with a wild fear in your heart, looking for answers.

"rex lapis– my husband is dead?"

"husband!" the companion screeched before flying around and hugging your shoulders, clearly distaunt herself by the news you heard.

you knew something was strange for the past weeks, he had no a word spoken you and disregarded all advances to your worry for him. a falling out of anger was the result of such disregard.

now you wish you tried harder.

𝙙𝙤 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙧𝙚𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙩, 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙨𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙚, 𝙚𝙩𝙘. 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙢𝙮 𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙤𝙧 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙤𝙧 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬𝙡𝙚𝙙𝙜𝙚. 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙠 𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙚𝙭𝙘𝙡𝙪𝙨𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙡𝙮 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙚. 𝙘𝙤𝙥𝙧. 𝙠𝙖𝙯𝙪𝙠𝙖𝙯𝙪𝙝𝙖𝙨 2023

[prawndip]

Cold Hands (as well as Everything Else)

CHARACTERS: Beidou, Diluc, Thoma x gn!reader

TAGS: fluff. reader is an adventurer (diluc)

WORD COUNT: 1 935 in total

SYNOPSIS: world cold. you’re cold. partner warm.

NOTES: written as part of the @2022gisecretsanta writing event for @spoops-inliyue ! hi. tis I, your secret santa :] I hope you enjoy and happy holidays! tbh this isn’t as snow-themed as it probably should be, I just went with being cold in general instead. I’m willing to make any changes if you want!

BEIDOU:

accompanying beidou on the alcor was a common occurrence. you, who would get the privilege to sail to places most people only had the dream of seeing, and beidou, who would be able to make many precious memories with you while sailing all over teyvat.

though no matter how much you sail the seas with her, one thing has never changed: although the sun would shine so gently on you, its rays resting on your skin with such a delicate touch, the wind would always prick at your skin at the same time, sending shivers down your spine as you find yourself being kicked down by the cold winds of the sea. it's not like it snowed or anything - you're incredibly far from both snezhnaya and dragonspine - it's still just a little too cold for you to handle when things get a little too windy for your taste.

today was one of those days, where the wind blew with such ferocity no matter how bright the sun was. you decided to help beidou and her crew moves boxes around, yet you feel the way that the cold begins to make you shiver, placing the box down and rubbing your hands together, blowing warm air on them in an attempt to feel some sort of warmth. you swear it’s colder than usual today, for even though there wasn’t a single cloud in the sky, you felt the wind roaring in our ears.

you soon feel a large, soft blanket draped around your shoulder, and a pair of large, calloused hands cup around your own. they’re warm, familiar hands, and you turn around to see beidou grinning back at you.

"sheesh! the wind is really starting to pick up now isn't it?" she exclaims, letting out a small laugh as she began to guide you inside, still keeping her hands wrapped around yours, though you try to cling onto the blanket before the wind could tear it away with you, letting out a shiver as you sat down somewhere within the interior of the ship, pulling the blanker even more so around you as beidou managed to shimmy herself underneath it with you. as she leaned her head onto your shoulder, you could feel the way she warmly pressed up against you, letting out a sigh of relief as you feel the warmth seep into your body.

"don't worry about all the boxes. my crew can finish up the rest of them. so just relax, ok? once the wind settles down we can go back out and enjoy the nice weather. man, I don't remember the last time the skies werre so clear! so let's take it in when it isn't so windy!"

she puts an arm around your shoulder, and you feel yourself melting into her touch, your eyelids beginning to flutter shut as you leaned on her shoulder. her warmth is making your drowsy. you can't see it, but beidou looks at you with an adoring smile, holding one of your hands with one of hers, rubbing her thumb over the back of it as you fell asleep.

"that's alright. you've done a lot today. rest easy, love."

DILUC:

dragonspine expeditions were always the worst, you think to yourself. normally you would decline those sort of commissions, for the unbearable cold of dragonspine was never to your liking, but the leader of your guild insisted that this is a once in a lifetime opportunity to look at some of its ancient ruins in person. a part of you wished you just stayed home instead, cozied up next to your boyfriend instead of fighting for your life in some of the most coldest conditions in all of teyvat, where someone in your guild accidentally ticked off a bunch of hilichurls barely a few feet into dragonspine’s harsh conditions.

drawing your weapon, you would have helped your guild fend them off after chastising one of them for causing this in the first place, had you not been knocked into the freezing cold water by one of the hilichurls. the water was shallow, thankfully, but you could already feel the icy water creeps into your clothes and settle on your skin. in literally anywhere else in mondstadt, the water would have been relieving in contrast to the pulsing sun that beats down on youwhile completing your commissions. in dragonspine, however, in this weather, it only served to make you even colder than you were before, so cold in fact that your skin felt like it was on fire, your fingers and toes going numb as you pulled yourself our of the water. you could feel the way the cold began sucking the energy out of you.

that’s how you found yourself stumbling out of dragonspine, covered in your fellow guild member’s various blankets, having stripped yourself of your thick jackets and extra clothing that would have otherwise kept holding water and dragging you down. since you barely made it into dragonspine, it was just better to head back to the camp that laid just on the edge of dragonspine. you were being supported by your guild members as you tried your best to avoid freezing to death, mumbling various things about wishing to have been at home instead, and how none of them could make it three feet into dragonspine without complaining about the cold, and how maybe they should turn back and give up on the commission. you loved your guild, truly, but they’re a little simple minded when it comes to experiencing new things. the four of you settled at the camp just out of dragonspine, the warm sun doing nothing to combat the soaked clothes that hung on your body.

when the other guild members began to attempt to start a fire, the wood suddenly lit ablaze, shocking you and your guild members. fire doesn’t usually do that, so it’s probably the work of a vision, who-

someone suddenly waves a warm bowl of soup in your face, and as you look up you recognize that the red hair and the look he was giving you and your guild mates belonged to diluc.

“diluc? what are you doing here?” you look at the soup, and then at diluc again, as if both were an illusion. usually diluc would be in the winery at this time. why was he here?

“I had a feeling none of you would be able to make it three feet into dragonspine with some sort of accident occuring. I didn’t htink one of you would fall into the river.” you feel the way you and your other guildmates share sheepish looks as diluc sits down next to you, and your guildmates start profusely apologizing, for despite everything, diluc was still a man with a reputation, and you were his partner. this was a bad look ont he rest of them. he places the bowl of soup in your hands. “I’m glad you all made it out safely. are you alright?”

though his voice is stern, and though he terrifies the living daylights out of your guildmates when things go wrong, he has genuine concern for all four of you, and especially you. he cupped his hands around yours as you guided the edge of the bowl to your lips, and you hummed happily as you took a sip of the soup. a soft smile had crept onto his face as he watched to make sure you were ok.

“I’m ok, diluc. just cold is all.” you replied, feeling relieved as warth crept through your body, a relief from the non-stop shivering you were experiencing mere moments ago. the fire was warm. the soup was warm. your boyfriend was warm as he pressed his forehead against yours, closing his eyes and sighing contently. your guildmates were watching (though they were preoccupied with their own bowls of soup, so it was less about watching you and more about eating soup now).

“good. I don’t mind if you go into dragonspine, but you gotta be more careful.”

scolding the rest of your guild could happen later. right now you were safe, and that’s all that matters.

THOMA:

at first it was just supposed to be a routine shopping day, go buy food from the merchants, stop by the yae publishing house to get a new book, and then head home to make dinner. everything seemed fine at first, everyone was chatting with each other and you were happily walking through the streets of inazuma. you just didn’t expect it to rain. well, you sort of did. you saw the clouds beginning to loom over inazuma city, but you didn’t think too much of them until they began hurling rain at you. the rain sure began to fall hard. and fast. just like that, the mood quickly flipped as everyone began heading inside for shelter, leaving you to have to bolt it back to your home.

if only I brought an umbrella, you thought to yourself, maybe then the water wouldn't be soaking into your hair and clothes, your goods, and also your book.

you found yourself clutching soaked goods as you sprinted back home, feelings your clothes get continuously weighed down with water and the cold creep onto your skin. as you ran home, water that pooled on the ground would splash as you sprinted through them, your feet completely drenched as they continuously shuffled through puddle after puddle. the wind began to howl, and you could hear thunder in the distance. you shivered as you finally made it back to yours and thoma’s shared home, completely drenched, goods soaked, and you’re quite sure the book didn’t make the trip without being completely ruined by the water. you can hear the sound of your boyfriend practically scramble to the entrance as he heard your arrival, where he found you standing in the entranceway looking like a drenched puppy.

"there you are y/n! I was worried you got stranded somewhere once that big storm rolled in, but you're absolutely drenched!" before you can say anything, thoma had already handed you a towel, and a spare change of clothes, taking the drenched goods from your hands and heading into the kitchen. "let me go make you a nice warm tea! maybe that'll help you warm up before you catch a cold."

you're left to your own devices to dry yourself off and change out of your soaked clothes before wandering into the kitchen. though dry and out of the rain, you still felt the cold lingering on your skin as you hugged yourself. you soon noticed that thoma had already prepared a cup of tea and draped a thick blanket over your shoulders as you sat down, before joining you in taking a seat and holding a cup of tea in his own hands. you let out a content sigh as you felt the warth of the tea seep into your hands. your boyfriend had prepared it just right. it was warm, yet not so hot that it burned to even touch it, and as you took a sip you felt yourself begin to warm up, grinning happily at your boyfriend. "Thanks Thoma."

"of course, darling." he places his hands around you hands, and you can feel the way both the cup of tea and his hands were beginning to arm up. "and don't worry about the book. we can go get another copy tomorrow together! although I can't help but feel it might rain tomorrow too..."

you find yourself begin to softly chuckle at his words. "I'll make sure to bring an umbrella this time."

[neptuniadoesstuff]

Doodle Hell #06? (Kasi Edition)

Its all... Kasikah??? Always has been-

(TW/CW btw: Bl00d/Gørə)

So here is the full pick of this week's Doodle Hell. This time featuring a OC of mine that I have been kinda obsessive over since their conceptualization.

Chapter 1, The original Kasi:

No context here just.. Some drawings of the original Kasikah featuring her hubba, Rudy Williams (Goober who is missing a eye).

This includes:

A Sketch of what normal Kasikah is supposed to look like.

Her just... loafing like a cat? (Phoraloxes can do that apparently)

Idk just some wholesome garbage bcs we more of that where the he'll I'm going.

& a "Hehe >:3" moment lol.

(Both Kasikah & Rudy belong to me)

Chapter 2, Uh... a more accurate depiction of what Kasi!Phen looks like (Phen 228/The Boiled One but with Kasi's attributes & bits of her personality)

MMMMMMM YEH MORE SPOOPS AHHAHAH. (& yes I know I have Kasi!Phen legs but for the most part they don't hab legs, instead he be melted on the floor, being stinky, & waiting for the time to steal yur spine.. THE PHENLINGS NEED TO EAT SOMEHOW!)

This Includes:

A portrait of that spine stealing sleep paralysis demon.

Just them... occasionally having no frikin legs (as Phen 228 do).

They are just doing their job beo, why u annoyed? (Featuring cameos of JJ & Neppy)

The demon is just saying hi. :3

(Phen 228 belongs to Doctor Nowhere but KasiPhen was created by me as part of a AU of them called "Mother Phen")

Chapter 3, "Nice Opnion, one small issue, I am inside your home." -The Intruder from The Mandela Catalogue.

Im just not gonna explain this one. Does this have any true importance? Eh not rlly I just wanted to draw Kasi as the child stealer from that horror series on YT about some demons taking over earth by telling ppl to [REDACTED] themselves with info that is way too complex for the human mind itself.

This includes:

"TFW when you get caught doin yur job by one of the parents"

Whoop Whoop Meem

No context tbh I just donno what I'm doing with my life.

(The Mandela Catalogue series belongs to Alex Kister but Kasi belongs to me)

Lil Bonus of the Brimthorne Family.

From Left to Right, we have:

Kasikah, Rudy, Ravine, Klynka, Theo, & Kryssi (Krystal). (All of these guys belong to me)

(Yes, I know it says Kyssi in the pic but that's a typo bro)

Character credits are in the descriptions of each chapter which includes credit to the original creators of the drawings/designs I based on.

Art is uh.. welp, all mine.

Program is Ibispaint bcs that's my main program u goof.

Bubs' TOS: Plz don't repost/steal, trace, or recolor my art WITHOUT MY PERMISSION! If you do, I'll take yur femur and pelvis.. SO, DON'T THINK ABOUT IT! (The PNS on my Blog's pinned project clearly means "Please No Steal" plz follow that rule.) If you do post my art on anything like yur blog or somewhere else (With my permission) PEASE CREDIT ME!

[piecesofeden11]

👀🍄 please!

Thank you! <3 <3 <3 Let's see: What’s the creepiest unexplained thing you’ve ever experienced? - I stayed with friends once and got to sleep in one of her sons' rooms. During the night, there was a heavy, heavy thunderstorm, like, the midwest sorta big one's with lightning so bright, it leaves you breathless. And there was a guitar amp in the room. During the thunderstorm, it suddenly started to make noise, like, crackling and even some sounds and I thought, it had been left on and was transmitting some of turbolances in the air (my Dad did HAM radio so I was familiar with waves and such) ... but it was off and unplugged ... let's just say ... I pulled the blanket up very high that night! Have you ever seen something you can’t explain? - In the sense of cryptid sightings, not that I remember. I'm certain my cats see ghosts all the time, but to me ... they are staying rather hidden so far, sadly! More spoop here!!!

[whitchygaythem]

Pred teases prey, prey gets spooped, pred immediately goes into damage control mode. ✨Boom✨, there’s ur prompt bud.

I think I went too light on the damage control thing, but thank you for the great prompt!!

Mavis stretched, relaxing with her hands behind her head, flipping her shark- patterned tail lazily as she warmed her dark skin in the sun. Their eyes were closed as they began to nod off in the warm summer sun. 

"Mav! Mavis wake up! I'm down here!"

Mavis glanced down to see a human jumping up and down on the beach, waving her skinny arms for Mavis's attention, her long twin braids almost touching the sand.

"Hello Blair." Mavis sunk deeper into the bay, resting her head on her arms on the sand. Blair immediately scrambled up Mavis's arm, plopping herself down on Mavis's elbow. "Have you brought me tribute again?" Blair laughed, then smothered it. 

"If you mean food then sorry, but no. My roommate was getting on my ass about all the herring in the fridge" Blair twirled one of her braids in her small thin fingers. "Sorry Mav, I'll try to bring something else next time. Mavis glared at Blair. 

"Don't worry about making up for this time, I know someone who can fill in." Mavis growled softly to illustrate her point. Blair patted her on the nose.

"Ah yes, you're so very scary and big. I'm so terrified of you." Mavis would have loved to hear the pleading, but something told her blair was being "sarcastic". That felt even worse. Mavis's name used to strike fear into the hearts of mer-kind. She was the terror of the bays, the Devourer of tuna, pick any title. They all showed how feared she was. Then this little… Blair came to her a few months ago for a science project, A PROJECT! Mavis had lost too much respect during her break. She sat up as well as she could while still keeping her tail in the water. Blair tumbled off her arm and onto the sand. She yelled quickly as Mavis's hands thudded down on either side of her, with Mavis herself leaning into her, pressing her face against Blair's shaking body.

"Hehe, Mav, I get it… you can be really scary sometimes… now back up an- and let me g- UGH-'' Mavis cut her off with a full body lick, pushing Blair into the sand.  She lifted Blair up, she was pinched between her pointer finger and thumb. Mavis stretched her jaw, opening her mouth wider and wider until she felt a sucking pop and Blair's eyes went wide. Yes, this is what she wanted, to be treated with fear! And respect! She dropped Blair onto her outstretched tongue. Blair slid right down, and Mavis swallowed quickly, greedy for the weight of prey in her gut. She sighed and laid back down, just like she did before Blair showed up. It was perfect. Just like old times.

…

…

Something was wrong. The pleading, the crying, it didn't fill her with pride like before. Mavis shut her eyes again, trying to ignore Blair's cries and the voice of regret in her mind. But once Blair stopped fighting, and barely shifted, Something dropped in Mavis.

"Tribute- Blair. Are you alright?"

"No. And you know that. So just leave me alone and let me die."

"Blair-"

"No. Leave me alone."

Mavis huffed "Blair, you are safe. I swallowed you for my storage stomach, not for food. You are not food."

Blair was quiet, so Mavis kept talking.

"I meant to - no, I should have told you it was safe instead of trying to scare you. I-im soory"

"... I'm not bringing you anything next time, understand? And ask first before you do anything like this."

"Understood."

"....... could you swallow my backpack? I have an essay due…"

[hag-o-hags]

I posted 1,573 times in 2022

That's 49 more posts than 2021!

145 posts created (9%)

1,428 posts reblogged (91%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@dont-spoop-yourself

@diddlysquash

@glomofnit

@merhasstellyrhas

@batsintheshadows

I tagged 821 of my posts in 2022

Only 48% of my posts had no tags

#art - 37 posts

#pokeymans - 18 posts

#actual photo of my actual dog - 17 posts

#the locked tomb - 17 posts

#sir eduardo h. pancakes - 16 posts

#sugar certified cute or funny - 14 posts

#varmint - 11 posts

#bright in the dark - 11 posts

#words they're all we've got to go on - 9 posts

#oh my god i love dogs - 8 posts

Longest Tag: 78 characters

#🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Damn! Damn! Damn! Every year he forgot. Well, no. He never forgot. He just put the memories away, like old silverware that you didn’t want to tarnish. And every year they came back, sharp and sparkling, and stabbed him in the heart.

GNU Terry Pratchett (Night Watch)

35 notes - Posted March 12, 2022

#4

my cat is turning in circles settling in but also generating more and more static electricity

I must harness this power

38 notes - Posted November 10, 2022

#3

see I keep seeing posts about Ryan Reynolds on Tumblr but no actual evidence of him and y'all sound like Mothman watchers

40 notes - Posted November 6, 2022

#2

The law requires the sharing of Pink Beans, I think?

353 notes - Posted November 30, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

The first person to issue a marriage license to a gay couple in the United States was Clela Rorex. She was the commissioner of Boulder County, Colorado, in 1975, and she kept issuing licences to gay couples until she was ordered to stop.

She understood intersectional equality on a fundamental level -- her logic being that she, a woman, a single mother, a feminist in the 70s, could not deny a gay couple the right to a marriage. She was a champion and a pioneer for queer people for the rest of her life, and she passed away this week.

Remember Clela during Pride, with the fighters and the disruptors, as another person who helped pave the way for us.

18,458 notes - Posted June 23, 2022

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[kippykasey]

Smile to Remember

Summary: Taking your daughter trick or treating helps forget about the divorce but so does that smile.

Word Count: 1042

Character: Reader (might be suggested to be F), Reader's daughter, Dean

More Spoops from Kippy's Spoopy Saturday's

The halls were bare. The house wasn’t decorated like the other homes on the street for the scary holiday. Maybe it was because this house was not yet a home. No, it was filled with what little was left after the crushing divorce for someone you had shared years with and started a family with. The child, your darling little girl, was for once not wearing the normal frown on her face that had become such a normal sight during the duration of the divorce. No, for once she was a ball of sunshine as excitement bubbled out of her. After all she was about to drag her mother to every house in the neighborhood. The same neighborhood that you had grown up in and attended high school in.

Your daughter skipped over to where you sat on the floor working on fixing the tiara that she accidentally broke by putting her princess costume on too early. She plopped the cheesy, purple witch hat onto your head.

“Is it done yet mommy? I see kids outside.” She asks rocking on the balls of her feet.

You look up at the clock on the wall to see it was only four minutes passed the start time of the local trick-or-treating time. It was going to be a long night, you deemed at once in that moment. Yet you would do anything for your girl so walking around the fake grave yard, spider web infested, overpriced Halloween decorated homes to get her some candy that you couldn’t budget in at the moment, well it just seemed worth it all the more.

“Almost. Go put your shoes on and get your bag for the candy.” You tell the girl as you hold the pieces in place so the glue sets.

The girl runs off and returns as you get off the ground. Together you make your way out of your small home, a house you remembered to once belong to a nice old woman with a beautiful garden. You guided your little girl up and down the sidewalks, to and from homes, and knocking on doors when she got too shy to do so herself.

Maybe an hour into walking the neighborhood you reached the house that your parents once owned and keeled down to your little girl. “This is the house mommy lived in when she was little. You know that little scare on my arm? I got it from falling out of that tree right there.” You point to the tree in the front yard that currently was wrapped in fake spiderwebs with plastic spiders hanging from the branches.

“You lived here? Whoa!” The little girl grinned and then swiftly pulled you up the walkway of the house. The home now was owned by a young couple and they had a dog that your daughter eagerly asked to pet, forgetting about the candy.

As you entered the opposite side of your neighborhood your mind drifted to memories of a bright smile, green eyes, and a black Impala. Your daughter surprisingly was not yet tired, or maybe it was the beginning of a sugar high. She was skipping along next to you pointing to housed she wanted to go to.

“Alright princess,” You sighed to your self the day starting to weigh on you. “Time to head on home.”

Your daughter instantly began to whine. “Not yet. One more, please? Pretty please mommy.” She looked up at you with wide eyes and a pouted lip, her hands clasped together.

You smile slightly and nod your head. “Okay. But only one more. We still have a long walk back home.”

The bright smile spread across the little girls face as she grabbed your hand and quickly dragged you up the narrow path up to the porch of the next home that was decorated simply with carved pumpkins, scarecrows, and orange lights. As you look up at the house there was something familiar about it that tickled the back of your memories but just didn’t register. Your daughter readied her bag as you reached out and knocked on the door. The door opened prompting the ‘trick-or-treat’ to come out of your little princess.

However your eyes locked onto the man who opened the door, a bright crooked grin and shining green eyes. The same eyes and smile that you always think about when you think about the very town you now live in. The same eyes and smile that got you to say ‘yes’ to prom. The eyes and smile of Dean Winchester.

“Well if it isn’t Dean Winchester.” You greet internally cringing at how surprised you sound at seeing him.

“Good to see you too, baby. And what does this little princess want? Chocolate? Skittles?” He chuckles lowly turning from you to your daughter holding out the cauldron of dwindling candy for your daughter to choose from. Your daughter choose her Twizzlers, dropping them into her bag of candy.

“What do you say dear?” You nudge her shoulder glancing at Dean who had yet to drop that breathtaking smile, did he know what it did to you, even after all this time?

“Thank you sir.” The little girl smiled up at him and he dramatically bowed to her.

“You’re welcome your majesty. Would Mother witch like something?” Dean stood back up turning his attention back towards you.

“No thank you.” You shook your head, if you want candy you can always take something from your daughter’s later.

“How about coffee, and a ride in the Impala?” The way he tilted his head, rose an eyebrow just slightly as he tucked the candy cauldron under his arm it brought a smile to your face.

“You drive a hard bargain Winchester. Come by Ol’ Mrs. Roes tomorrow for some hot chocolate and maybe we can have that car ride.” You suggest as you slowly walk backwards with your daughter pulling on your arm.

Dean’s smile was on your mind for the walk home. The same smile that gave you butterflies leaving you feeling like a little kid again. The same smile that was just what you needed to remind you of the happiness left in the world. Or the right person and maybe finally the right time.

[lilflowerpot]

AJ’s spoops are now available and very cute!!

[just-an-anon-reader]

Turtle Treaters

Summary: It’s the night of trick or treating. And everyone is going. Even you and your boyfriend.

P.S: Hello! It’s been awhile. School has been so hectic. But with the holidays is no classes! Here’s a Halloween themed rottmnt x reader to celebrate my favorite holiday of the year (second to New Years). Enjoy!

P.P.S: This will be a two parter (or else it’ll be too long) and it’ll be coming out soon!

New York City was blanketed in a cold, November darkness. Streets and alleyways echoed with the frightful screams of children as monsters and ghouls walked alongside them. Tonight is a night of terror. Tonight...is HALLOWEEN!

"It's really hard to feel the spoops when you're dressed like a giant pumpkin." Leo said, bored out of his mind. He flicked away an imaginary pizza crumb from his Lou Jitsu costume as he turned his attention back to the Jupiter Jim comic in his lap.

"It's a Jack-o-lantern, Leo. Respect the costume." Mikey huffed, strutting his stuff. But with how bulky his costume was, his strutting looked more like waddling. Like an orange-colored penguin rather than a fashion statement.

Halloween, much like Comic-Con, was one of the few occasions when the gang could go out onto the New York streets undetected. After all, who would notice four teenage mutant ninja turtles in a sea of costumed kiddos hungry for free candy. And like these kiddos, these teens were geared up and ready for some candy hunting of their own. Raph in his wrestling outfit, Leo as Lou Jitsu, Donnie as Jupiter Jim, and Mikey as a jack-o-lantern. Costume rights were decided through an epic skateboard battle with obvious winners. Spoilers, it was Leo for first and Donnie for second. All that's left is for you, April, Sunita, and Cassandra to show up at the meeting spot. Which was the lair. And you were taking forever.

“Where are they? At this rate, we're gonna miss the Halloween candy discounts!"

"Keep it down, Leo. They'll be here. April already texted, right?" Raph said, looking to Donnie for confirmation.

"Yes, she said the group was en route exactly five minutes ago."

Right on cue, a loud clang sounded. Followed by the shuffling of multiple feet sounded from the lair entrance. From the shadows came April in her Alberto suit. Sumira in her slime form. Cassandra, wearing her usual foot clan uniform with the addition of her ski mask as a costume. And you...

Raph

You thought you could borrow his hippo mascot suit for Halloween. And although it was twice your normal size, a few Bobby pins here and there did the trick. If you thought it was cute, your boyfriend definitely thought it was cuter. The fluffiness of the hippo suit plus your fluffy character made for an extra serving of fluff all around. He could feel the heat of his flushed face at the sight of you in his precious hippo suit.

"So this is why you asked to borrow the suit." Raph said with a chuckle, as you gave him a little twirl and posed for effect.

"Looks good, doesn't it? I had to poke a few holes here and there. Seriously, how did you get that big? But don’t worry, I'll make sure to keep her clean from candy stains." Your voice came out slightly muffled from the material.

"I’m sure you will darlin’." Raph smiled endearingly as he placed a kiss on your hippo snout with a soft ‘chu’.

Leo

You walked in wearing a slick black suit, your features sharp and elegant with your hair swept back. When Leo’s eyes fell on you, he felt his heart stop. You were always an eye-catcher, but something about the suit just did things for him. Sauntering over, you gently traced a finger on his jaw and pushed it closed.

...wait, it was open?

"Like what you see?"

"Babe, you’re on fire~" Leo gulped, internally trying to kick-start his awestruck heart.

"Ah but you haven’t seen it yet." Leo made a confused face as you turned your attention to Mikey, who sat closest to the wall, and said, "Kill the lights for me, Mikey, will you?"

"Sure"

When the lights went out, you glowed. Neon blue lit your face in intricate designs. Curving lines and blooming flowers pattern your cheeks in pure Calaveran style. You called Mikey to flick the lights back on and smirked when you saw the expression on your boyfriend’s face.

"I may or may not have asked Don Suave for some advice."

"That’s hot..."

"You mean it’s extra." April butted in.

"You mean it’s super fly." You retorted.

Donnie

"ATOMIC GAL?! You dressed up as ATOMIC GAL?!!"

"Yes, made by yours truly. It’s quite brilliant, is it not?"

Now, we all know Donnie isn’t exactly a man of togetherness. He was more open to physical affection with you, but only by an itty-bitty fraction. You both haven’t even moved past holding hands. So when Donnie darted towards you, arms wide open. And then proceeded to lift you by the hips and spin with you in a tight embrace, you were as stiff as a plank. Not because you didn’t enjoy it. No, you were more than willing to level up from hand-holding. Some time for mental preparation would've been nice though. You thought to yourself when Donnie set you down and suddenly did something you never thought HE would initiate.

Your hand still in his, he chuckled charmingly and said, "You look absolutely ravishing my dear." placing a soft kiss on your palm.

You felt your brain shortcircuit as you flushed red from your neck to your ears. You tried to thank your boyfriend, but all that left your mouth were incoherent and broken noises. Finding your reaction undeniably adorable, he placed another kiss on your other palm.

Mikey

The moment you both saw each other, you both were over the moon.

"Ohmigosh! You're a jack-o-lantern too?!" You both said at the same time, as you each examined each other's pumpkin costume.

"Great, so we got two vegetables now," Leo whined in the background completely ignored by the two idiots in love completely enamored with each other's couple costume.

“I LOVE the design of your jack-o-lantern! Wait, is that paper mache?”

“Bingo baby! Took me a week to make. Is that crochet?”

“With over 10 balls of yarn and 2 weeks, this masterpiece was born.”

“Woah! It’s beautiful~ Wait! Babe, we need a selfie!”

Pulling his phone from somewhere in his costume, Mikey pulled you close by the hips and stuck out his tongue for a pose. You, in turn, wrapped your arms around his neck, and right before he pressed the shutter, you pressed your lips to his cheek in a side kiss. All the camera got was you kissing your boyfriend whose face was red and blurry from when he turned to face you.

…

"Ugh, enough with the smooches already! We're gonna miss the candy sale at this rate." Leo whined, low-key throwing a tantrum at this point.

" Alright, alright. Everyone to the-“

“To the Turtle tank!"

Cue cartoon transition.

[lizardywizard]

the drgns have spoken. i will post blorbos

so first up my wonderful snapper mom, chalcedony.

my lair is a little garden that sprung up in an icefield basically and it's tended to by a variety of plant-loving dragons. chalcedony is the clan mother of a subspecies of dragons i made called geodes, who are themed after minerals and crystals, and are all lionfish/stained to give a striated appearance. they are very peaceable and live very slow, long lives, like tortoises, appreciating the nature they tend as it grows.

chalcedony loves friends and tea! she's always growing some new herb that she'd love to brew into Tasty Leaf Water. she has drying herbs constantly hung around her person, so she smells like a tea garden.

*

here's hallowed and evelynne, my gomez and morticia themed dragons. both of them were random gifts to me and i made a family around them.

hallowed is a playful bard who loves trickmurk circus (fr equivalent of halloween) and is always waiting to celebrate. basically he's the one reblogging ITS SPOOPY TIME in june. he found the poet evelynne wandering in the snowfields after she'd been outcast from her clan, and they clicked and realised they were perfect for each other and petitioned to have her adopted into the garden clan.

i havent really built them much beyond They're Good Parents who love nightmare fuel. but they did go on to adopt the most hot topic baby whomst i cherish and adore

geitura! she's the fluffy pinstriped spookgirl of the family, with goat eyes and continually blooming (and dying) red flowers. she's a bit gothy but not cruel with it, she just loves the spoop and takes it a bit too far sometimes. i try and take her out trick or treating when those events run on the forums (its a little rp thing, go up to someone's door, introduce yourself and leave an item or three). sadly you can't put hatchlings in a costume but she is always dressed silly. paper bag hat, giant mecha, whatever

i don't have a story for darklight but theyre transmasc and live under the frozen lake that borders the lair. they hang out often with

taghte. she's a witch, some say. lives at the bottom of the lake, scribes on special paper that is repulsive to water, and to aethers, before they ask.

bubsy, the aether who doesnt wants to eat your papers so bad. 🥺 he is a whole actual dad. often gets lost in the forest

[edensrose]

Soooooo,,, aha, yandere right? 😃

This is toooootally not your resident yanderefucker coming to request general yandere headcanons for Thranduil and feral Tomoe if that's allowed, aha, nope, not me

Take care of yourself bestie and make sure to drink water and eat. Breaks are important and don't forget to take them and also naps and sleep. Love ya Foxx and ignore this if you aren't feeling up to it 😌💜

( ❀ ) ˙ ˖ yandere!thranduil ⠀〳 reader⠀ ❜࿔

· ⊰ synopsis. what happens when the king of mirkwood finds his newfound infatuation slowly turning into a dark obsession? ( yandere themes ៸៸ stalking ៸៸ implied violence ៸៸ possessiveness ៸៸ forced kissing ៸៸ dark themes some individuals may deem uncomfortable, viewer discretion advised )

· ⊰ note. spoops my darling! thank you so much for the request <3 I decided to do thranduil and save tomoe for another post since I do have yandere requests for him as well. did I get carried away with this? absolutely, it's been such a long time since I've written yandere and honestly I n e e d it in my life so here, some general headcanons plus a mini oneshot at the end since I love y'all ~

ʚ It was a fateful day, the day you caught the elvenking’s eye. You were apart of the king’s guard, a new member who had recently passed her training of the simple ranger and common guard before being promoted to your current position. It was then that he truly met you and let’s just say, you left more than just a simple impression on him.

ʚ He found himself intrigued by you, thrown off by this newfound curiosity. Thranduil would try everything in his power to ignore this newfound interest and push it to the back of his mind - yet the more he does so, the more difficult it becomes. Now that you were a member of the king’s guard, he saw you more often - interacted with you. It started off innocent, a small infatuation, a lingered stare here and there, an interest in your life, yet what was once harmless slowly morphed into something far greater as the king’s demons pulled him into darkest depths of his mind 

ʚ He convinced himself that it was merely infatuation - or at least, he tried to. Yet he found himself growing closer to you. If there was a situation or something that he needed handled, the first person he turned to was you. The first person he sought out in times of trouble soon became the same person he found himself growing less and less professional with. What was once a simply, straight-to-the-point relation soon turned into companionship and it was obvious to all those around you that you had found favour in the king’s eyes. As time went on he let his walls down, grew vulnerable around you - and what you saw as a sign of his change, what you didn’t know was behind your back a darker power was at play. 

ʚ The feeling of being watched was something that crossed your mind every now and then, however, never something which disturbed your everyday life. It was an ultimate win for Thranduil, you barely noticed the pair of eyes that trailed upon you, even when you were off-duty. You never paid attention to the one or two items which went missing from your private chambers - and it all panned out in the end. Your ignorance fed Thranduil’s obsession, driving him deeper and deeper into this pit he dug for himself. After all, it wasn’t as if he was caught; even if he was - who would believe you? 

ʚ For months he suppressed any desires to whisk you away and make you his by simply keeping you in his watchful gaze. Yearning for you, allowing his mind to become completely consumed by you. Yet those days would soon come to an end when reality hit the elvenking straight in the face - he was not the only one who fancied you. This was made clear when another member of your group had expressed a great fondness towards you, one which you neither shunned nor refused - and it set Thranduil’s mind ablaze. How dare you? After everything - how dare you!? 

ʚ The slow decent into madness turned into an abrupt fall from grace as all restraint Thranduil had snapped the moment he witnessed that very scene. However, he managed to hold strong, to calm now the raging and toiling fire in the pit of his stomach in favour of handling this situation to the best of his abilities. Needless to say, within the course of the week the elf who confessed their love to you disappeared and despite many searches - not a trace of him was left behind. This didn’t bring the pleasure that Thranduil anticipated, as your newfound grief for the loss of your companion left him further dismayed. Why shed tears for that bastard? When you had him, when you had Thranduil? 

ʚ He could take it no more, this ignorance that you insisted on keeping. When would you open your eyes and see that he was right there in front of you? That you fall into his arms as he had expected you to long ago? No, he wouldn’t waste another second. Thranduil took his chance and whisked you away the very moment he saw an opening. You were confused, frightened to find yourself in his private chamber with no possible escape. No matter how much you called for help or tried to slither you way from the confinements, all attempts were left fruitless

ʚ You were startled when your king finally arrived in the room and as expected you immediately threw a slew of questions to him. Why were you here? What was going on? Why was he acting like this? 

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“What is happening?” 

The silence does little to soothe the growing anxiety welling within your chest as you stare at the man you called your ruler, your king. An answer is what you expected and yet you get none, merely a gaze into your eyes as he inches his way closer. 

On instinct, you step back, unsure of how to react to this newfound aura that left the hairs on your arms pin-straight. “My lord, please answer me.’’ Your shoulders tense at the feel of your calves touching the softness of silk 一 any further and you would fall back onto his bed. “Please tell me what is going on!” 

“Sssh, my starlight.’’ 

An icy sensation finds your skin as the elf takes your face with his hands, a shadow casting over your form as he towers over you. “Do you not trust your king?” 

It’s the lowness of his voice, the eerie serenity which leaves your senses on edge, your heart pounding against its ribcage. “I -’’ You gasp as he pulls you closer, flushed to his form with little to no mistake. “Your majesty - !” 

You are cut off by yet another chill as his thumb rubs against your cheekbone. Cerulean hues find yours and his gaze feels as though it seeks to hold you in place and completely consume you. It’s sharp and just as icy as his touch, leaving you unable to turn away as he dips his head lower. 

“I sometimes wonder whether this is all an act,’’ he chuckles. You grow rigid at the feel of his lips brushing against your own. “You needn’t act any longer, my starlight. Will you not give yourself to me?’’ Any response you may have had is swallowed by the kiss pressed to your mouth, a firm yet loving exchange that leaves your eyes wide and body stiff. 

As quick as the stun came it melted into panic and you swiftly acted, hands finding his shoulders and managing to just barely push him away. “Y-Your majesty,’’ he’s confounded, a little surprised and you swore you saw his brow twitch 一 nevertheless, his eyes soften and he keeps the tender hold on your face. 

“What is it?’’ Concern melts to mirth and soon you are faced with a curl of his lips. “Oh, are you embarrassed?’’ He chuckles, forehead finding yours. “Forget any doubt you may have, you may now love me openly - ” “No.’’ You exhale, using all of your strength to shove him back further so that he’s at the very least a few more inches away. “You mistake me,’’ with a shake of your head, your gaze meets his in a desperate attempt to get your point across. 

“I. . . I am sorry, my lord, if I gave you any unclear signs.’’ With a clear of your throat, you splutter out a hesitant: “I-I hold no interest for you.’’ 

The world altogether stops for Thranduil, leaving him to stare dumbfounded at your face, eyes wide and searching for any sort of hesitation, any sign that maybe 一 just maybe, you were lying. 

And when he finds none? 

The fire returns. 

The silence is shattered by a violent motion, his hand now grabbing your face and pulling you forward without a hint of gentleness left. “My - !” “No, my starlight,’’ he murmurs, bringing his face inches from yours once more. “It is you that mistakes me.’’ A sudden burn of your lungs, the gasping for sweet, sweet, air; the hand that once gripped your jaw suddenly clamped down on your throat, fingers coiling into your skin as you are deprived of your most basic need. 

“Did you think I was giving you a choice in the matter? Silly girl,’’ he tuts, jerking your form closer whilst all you can do is splutter, gasp and attempt to break free from his death grip. “I merely wished to give you a chance at making this easier for yourself. . . But I suppose this is the more thrilling option.’’ 

A blurry cloud takes your vision and if breathing wasn’t difficult before; then it sure as hell was now with the way his lips crashed to yours in a demanding, domineering kiss that lacked all previous adoration. It’s fierce, a forceful interaction that will probably leave the faintest of bruises upon your most delicate skin. 

Thank the heavens his grip on your neck loosened just enough to allow air back into your lungs, but did that matter when Thranduil was practically smothering you in this harsh exchange? 

You attempt to push him back, to pull away, yet you’re yanked and unceremoniously shoved to one of the walls of his chambers. Trapped, with strength that would be unable to overtake him, you can do nothing but whimper as Thranduil steals your very breath away with a slew of kisses that leave you weak in the knees. 

“M-My king -” 

“That’s it. . .’’ He mutters, pulling away for but a moment with ragged breaths; a firm hand in your hair and keeping your heaf flushed against the stone wall. Completely caged by him, vulnerable to him, all you can do is stare from fluttering lids as you’re desperate to ease the burning in your lungs. 

“I am your king,” shattered sapphire hues meet your own, brimming with the madness to which he lost himself to. “And you are my queen, isn’t that right?’’ You attempt to shake your head, try to deny him, but a searing pain shoots through your skull as his fingers suddenly tighten in grip, causing you to cry out. “It’s the very reason I disposed of that lowlife the second I could.’’ 

Your eyes widen, shock filling your core which is quickly replaced by sickness. Realisation brought forth a nauseous feeling; but your shock was quickly taken advantage of.

Thranduil dives in once more, kissing with the same brutality of just a few moments ago. And he claims your lips for the umpteenth time that night, the true actuality of the situation crashes down on you like that of a violent tidal wave. There’s a sting in your eye, a lump in your throat, all of which lead to the shedding of tears 一 prompting him to pull away. 

“Oh, my starlight. Why do you weep?” You struggle, barely able to look him in the eye as you whisper out a quavering: “P-Please let me go. . .’’

It’s quiet for but a moment before the king releases a low, trembling laugh you were certain came straight from the depths of hell. “Let you go? Now, don’t be daft. . .’’ you shiver, sucking a breath at the feel of his lips to your cheek followed by the wet sensation of his tongue slowly tracing over the trail of tears.

“How could I ever allow my queen to leave me?”