#'quest tober

[thereaderinsertlady]

I saw you had King Boo in the tags for 'Quest Tober. So, I'd like to make a request of either King Boo and his boos decorating the mansion or place for Halloween scares or could be an x reader type.

Hellllllloooooo this is a bit late & shooort but oh wellb yhfudjc- here's the link on ao3 and I hope you enjoy.

King Boo x Reader - Rest

You hummed a merry tune under your breath while hanging a string of fake spiders along the wall, feeling very soothed. Putting up decorations with the Boos was one of your most favorite things to do. Fall decorations, Christmas decorations– all of it was fun to do. Though, your most favorite decoration was the Halloween decor, of which was mostly stored in the attic.

As you carefully arranged the spiders, you couldn't help but smile at the memories that each decoration held. The Boos, your quirky, large yet lovable family, had a tradition of going all out for every holiday, but Halloween was the crown jewel. After all, the Boos were ghosts. 

Next came the pumpkins, a vibrant contrast to the otherwise dark decor. You and the smaller Boos meticulously carved intricate faces and designs, setting them aglow with flickering candles. The mansion’s halls danced with the warm, golden light, casting playful shadows on the walls. There were already a few sitting outside on the porch, but a few usually went inside since there were far too many.

Once you were done, you glanced around… before pouting, realizing that there were a few more boxes left in the attic. You shuffled off, waving to a few Boos– who either waved in return or shyly hid behind their nubs. Although you’ve been with them for several years now, there were still a few Boos that haven’t grown adjusted to you quite yet. 

Just before you were about to reach the small section of stairs that led up into the attic, you noticed that the King of all Boos, your lover… was on a little couch in the hall, seeming like a deflated beach ball. If that wasn’t abnormal enough, he was laying next to a few small Boos, his eyes closed.

You faltered a little, standing there with wide eyes. KB almost never was physically affectionate. Maybe he was low on energy? 

Whatever the case was, you… weren’t sure what to do. Was he even ‘asleep?’ Ghosts couldn’t really sleep like normal mortals, but they could go into a sort of… trance…

You stared for a moment longer, glancing up at the attic. Bringing down boxes would be a bit too loud… You’d have to bring them down later, when he wasn’t resting.

After debating with yourself mentally, you quietly approached KB and the small Boos, careful not to disturb them. Gently, you reached out and ran your fingers through KB's translucent form. He stirred, his misty figure shifting slightly, but he didn't wake. It seemed he was indeed in some sort of restful state.

With a soft smile, you settled down beside him on the small couch, making sure not to disturb the little Boos snuggled against him. You watched the gentle rise and fall of KB's form, feeling a warmth in your heart that you rarely got to experience with him.

This was a rare moment of vulnerability for KB, and you cherished it. You leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to his ethereal form. "Thank you for all your hard work, my dear King of Boos," you whispered, your voice a tender caress. 

As if in response, KB let out a contented sigh, a soft, soothing sound that mingled with the quiet hum of the mansion. It seemed he was aware of your presence on some level, even in this semi-conscious state.

You sat there for a while, simply enjoying the moment of closeness. Though, not wanting to ‘wake’ him, you eventually walked off giddily, going to busy yourself with something else.  

#reader insert #'quest tober #king boo #king boo x reader #mario #luigis mansion #fluff

[volt-race-art]

Terraria-Tober 8: NPCs

They're fun. Always fun! they liven up a solo world and have much more personality then say MC's Villagers (though there they have super good trades most of the time... tradeoffs)

If I had to pick a favourite, it'd most likely go to the Stylist. She's very pretty and just seems like the kind of person you'd have long conversations with while she styled and cut your hair. Those kind of barbers/stylists are the best even for an introvert like myself.

#volt rambles #terrariatober 2023 #terraria-tober #terraria #Never understood also the hate for the angler? #dude is a bit arrogant and mean spirited sure but he's a KID. They're like that often (unfortunately) #it'd be cool though if with enough fishing quests he started being nicer as a character growth thing. Just me maybe

[bartlebyarea2]

Doodle I did of my balance wizard-turned seed storage girl Abigail

#w101 #wizard101 #oc tober #cringetober #wizard101 oc #w101 oc #Abigail Blueflame #the real reason I use her as a storage is because she's so old she's still on the legacy Triton avenue quest line #and I don't have it in me to say bye to that #oc art

[kursed-curtain]

Whumptober 2022 | Day 11

Sloppy Bandages | Self-Done First Aid | Makeshift Splint

No.2 ran into the pitch dark woods, oversized bandages slung under his arm. He had to make it quick, he swore he saw-

There, he saw the drops of dried blood along the dirt path. It all led No.2's eyes to the silhouette of the grizzled beast - a snarling snarlax - lit only by the sunlight that managed to sneak in. The beast groaned, the piercing wound still open from that uncompliant guard's sword. Right, that needed to be patched up, and fast.

As No.2 scrambled to wrap the bandages, the snarlax nipped at wound. No.2 chuckled, "Alright, uh... Graham. Just rest up that arm of yours."

#whumptober 2022 #no.11 #sloppy bandages #kings quest #fanart #traditional art #blood #bleeding #blood mention #- ack im late and behind thats Oki #snarling knight au #whumptober #- more like au tober lol

[undertow1326]

Day 7 of oc-tober: Party

originally this was gonna b a bday party for delta but i learned that aq is having its 20th anniversary!

so happy 20th bday to Adventure Quest aka my fav dnd ish game and deltas sorce material!

Taglist:

@emmettnet @fusion-ego

#art #my art #digital art #oc #original character #delta leviathan [oc] #oc tober #adventure quest

[fluentmoviequoter]

The Slaying of a Vampire

Monster Monday, October 9, 2023

Fic-tober Masterlist

Summary: Chris is dressing you and Dalton up as a couple for a Halloween party. The catch? Neither of you know what the other is going as.

Warnings: fluff, mutual pining, biting?, kissing, a couple Buffy the Vampire Slayer references. 1.3k+ words

A/N: I'm currently trying to improve certain aspects of my writing, so if this reads a little differently than my other fics that's why. I hope you enjoy! :)

Black satin drags the floor with each step as the cape sways. The full moon reflects off the sharp fangs that poke out from the handsome face hidden in the shadows. With great care and questionable intention, a vampire awakens and begins his quest.

Dalton groans quietly as he steps out of the dressing room, the long black cape trailing behind him. The inner lining, blood-red satin, is visible where the collar frames his face.

“Remind me why I’m doing this?” Dalton asks.

“Put these in,” Chris commands, handing him a set of faux fangs.

“Chris,” Dalton sighs. “I don’t even want the costume.”

“We already bought it. You agreed, Dolphin, stop complaining.”

Dalton’s shoulders rise and fall with yet another sigh as he slips the fangs into his mouth. They sit over his bottom lip, seeming to glow under the fluorescent lights of the costume shop.

“Besides, you know you’re only doing it for her,” Chris points out.

Even though she didn’t say your name, Dalton knows who she is talking about. And she’s right; Dalton only agreed to this weird request for unknown matching costumes because he would be matching with you. If he’s a vampire, he can’t imagine what you will be, but he knows you will be beautiful no matter what costume Chris picks.

“Dolphin? Still here?” Chris asks, waving her hand in front of his face.

“Yeah,” Dalton says, moving his lips to accommodate the fangs.

“I think this is it. Want to add anything else?”

“Please, no.”

Chris nods and ushers him back into the dressing room. Dalton hopes you win the couples' costume challenge, not because he wants the trophy - he actually thinks the whole thing is stupid - but because he wants to be presented as a couple. Just thinking of your names together is enough to make Dalton smile.

“So, what’s my other half dressing up as?” Dalton asks as he exits, vampire costume in hand.

“You’ll see,” Chris says, winking over her shoulder. “Oh! By the way, I talked to the people who won last year, and they said staying in character increases your chance of winning, so start practicing. ‘I vant to suck your blood’ and all that.”

Dalton rolls his eyes as she pulls out her phone, likely planning to take you shopping next. He thinks he can play a vampire for a few hours to spend time with you if no other reason.

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“Are you kidding me?” Dalton asks.

You turn to face him, and his shoulders slump forward. Slowly looking him up and down, you begin to smile.

“The fangs look good.”

Dalton shakes his head, glaring at Chris.

“Remember to stay in character,” Chris sings as she walks away, patting Dalton’s shoulder.

“You’re,” Dalton begins, pointing to you.

“A vampire slayer. Yeah.”

“I can’t believe I didn’t see this coming.”

“Well, looks like we have to keep some distance tonight,” you say. “Otherwise, I’ll have to put a stake through your heart.”

“You wouldn’t.”

You smile at Dalton, looking up at him through your lashes. He looks up and down your costume before stepping back.

“I’ve heard of you, but I won’t go down without a fight,” he says.

Your eyes are fixed on his mouth as he talks, the fangs distracting you. He looks incredible, and you want nothing more than to stay glued to his side for the rest of the night, but you have a character to maintain.

“We’ll see,” you respond. “I haven’t lost a vampire yet.”

“I can imagine,” Dalton says under his breath.

Someone yells your name, and you look away, surprised to see Dalton is gone when you turn back. If that’s how he wants to play, it's time to hunt a vampire. Dalton is worth it. And if you can’t resist kissing him when you finally catch him? Maybe you change the ending for the vampire and the vampire slayer. No one ever suffered from a Buffy and Angel-type relationship. Right?

The party lasts all night, and the costume contest winners will be crowned at sunrise. Most of the night is spent walking through the house and looking for Dalton. Every time you find him, you raise the wooden stake and lunge for him, but his newfound vampiric abilities allow him to lunge out of the way at the last moment. He has tried to sneak up on you between attacks, but you raise the crucifix hanging from your neck when you spot him. His eyes seem to catch on the skin of your neck, affecting him more than the crucifix itself. As the early morning hours tick by, you find it harder and harder to stay away from Dalton.

You’re standing over to the side, gripping the fake wooden stake in your hand, as you search for Dalton. Fabric brushes against your arm, and you sidestep out of the way before something sinks into your skin at the juncture of your neck and shoulder. You yelp at the feeling and jump away, turning to see who or what that was.

“Did you just bite me?” you ask, hand raising to the affected area.

“Just a little,” Dalton says, smiling. “It’s how I show affection, I promise.”

“You got lucky this time,” you say, pointing the stake at him as you walk backward. “It won’t happen again.”

“And where are you going?”

You look outside and see the sun rising before answering, “I’m going for a walk. Outside.”

“I’ll go with,” Dalton says quickly, never one to let you go into danger alone.

“How?” you ask with raised brows and crossed arms.

Dalton chews his bottom lip, his fangs once again drawing your attention. “Have they made SPF 300,000 yet?”

You laugh and turn around, leaving the lucky vampire in the shadows.

✵✵✵✵✵

“Attention! We have a winner for our couples’ costume contest!” a girl announces, stopping the music.

Dalton is nowhere to be seen as the sunlight begins to stream in the windows at the back of the house.

“This couple has been seen several times tonight and their characters are adorable! The winner is…” The cord provides a drum-roll before she says your name and Dalton’s. “The vampire and the vampire slayer!”

Dalton is suddenly at your side, and you can’t stop the goosebumps that spread as his hand brushes your waist. He takes your hand and leads you to the stage, accepting your crowns and the trophy. Chris cheers the loudest, but you can barely hear anything over Dalton whispering in your ear.

“You look amazing,” he whispers, his fang brushing your ear. “We only won because of you; you know that right? I almost gave up three hours ago when you were standing in the corner. Biting you was a spur of the moment idea to get close to you.”

You shake your head as he says you won because of you. “You look far better than I do; I doubt anyone even noticed me.” You take a deep breath before confessing, “And I needed a break from the distance too. So, thanks for biting me.”

Dalton’s cheeks are tinted with pink as he mumbles, “Anytime.”

The partygoers begin leaving, and Chris waves to you as she leaves with a group of people. Dalton’s arm remains around your waist as he leads you toward the door.

“Wait,” you say, raising a hand to his chest. “Can you go outside?”

“I can go anywhere with you.”

You smile up at him, and he can’t take it anymore. Dalton’s hand raises your chin as he kisses you, his fangs brushing against your bottom lips as he kisses you like you’re his source of life. Desperate for air, you pull back and sigh as Dalton continues kissing down your jaw, stopping to brush his fangs over your pulse point.

“These things are in the way,” he grumbles, kissing you again before removing them.

“That was a way better prize than that trophy,” you whisper against his skin, leaning up to kiss his cheek.

His hands hold your hips steady as he smiles and says, “This prize was the only reason I agreed. We were going to win tonight, no matter what. The trophy is just a bonus.”

#fluentmoviequoterfictober23 #dalton lambert x reader #dalton lambert fluff #dalton lambert fic #dalton lambert imagine #dalton lambert #insidious #insidious the red door #fem!reader

[morgacht]

Hello I bring you THE BOYS for Oc-Tober as I do a little dance to catch up.

A little ramble about both of them under the cut-

01 - Favourite OC - Mórgacht Gorméan.

Looks at the blog title, looks you dead in the eyes.

Mórg is my canon commander, the character who accidentally became my main. He started out as ‘just my D&D bard Majesty but a sylvari’ but little by little he warped into his own guy. Genuine stupidity became ‘a silly front to hide a sharp mind’, all the red in his palette shifted to pink, etc etc.

I play him pretty close to canon events without much diversion- he’s sort of baby (11 by SotO), he’s fluffed his way through being a naive fool in his youth and through his time with the order of whispers and has been largely shaped by experiencing the world through the lens of crisis after loss after crisis. His main diversion from canon/in-game stuff is the presence of his Co-commander and partner, Varro. They share the blame, I guess.

Mórgacht is, though you wouldn’t find it out easily, sort of a fanatic about his own Wyld hunt. He has a little bit of a crisis every time More Dragon-Related things happen, because he doesn’t know if he wants it to be over or to keep going forever.

This sort of meant he turned his back on the grove kind of immediately - fate of the world in his hands and all- and left some sour relationships Dangling as a result. He’s working on them. He Uh. He. He sends wintersday cards. That counts, right?

02 - New OC - Corcrán

My beloved bullfinch, so new I haven’t even managed to draw his hair right yet.

About 2 years older than Mórg, Corcrán was pretty content to laze around and read, hunt, spar, etc. he had basically no grand plans in life past being a very pretty fop, but got dragged into questing and adventuring by Mórg shortly after they met. They had a tumultuous relationship, both trying to convince the other into wanting things at odds with their natures basically constantly.

When Mórg joined up with the order of whispers, Corcrán felt betrayed first, and then really fucking pissy that he’d ‘lost’ this last argument. He started working to scout in and around Nightmare court lands, and eventually undercover within the court itself.

He wasn’t very good at it, got found out but took the opportunity to turn coat because he was hurting, and angry, and heard on the grapevine (ha) that Mórg, the fucker, was making a name for himself away from the grove.

They reconnect in the jungle of Maguuma where it takes a LONG and tense confrontation for Mórgacht to actually believe Corc is trustworthy. A dog is involved in drawing it maybe. Corc aligns himself with the Pact (and far later the crystal bloom), Mórg loudly denounces any trust in him but also Mórg doesn’t really have many other sylvari ‘friends’ and sometimes they make peace, at least for a little while.

It always ends up in some sort of an argument, though- worsened when Mórg realised that Corc respects Varro far more as Commander than he ever will Mórgacht.

Also some FUN TRIVIA I kind of want to give him a tail. He deff has more claw-y hands than morg.

#bweirdoctober #October #Mórgacht Gorméan #sadbh art #corcrán #gw2 sylvari #sylvari #oc-tober #writing this in a reasonably spoiler free fashion for friends who I wanna share this with #hatesex salads I guess through yoh didn’t hear that from me #it’s well port HoT when Morg and Varro sort their shit out so this slots in nicely

[mrneighbourlove]

OC-Tober: Day 31. Life Changing Moment

Revy's quest in sailing out to save her Uncle Seer to help Liz and Lex get their father back from the iron clutches of Adda was the most altering journey of her life. The final clash against the Pirate Queen forced Liz and Lex to become the Twinrova of Gerudo Legend, and Revy gave half of her sight in the fight against Onslaught the Dragon. When Bomba sacrificed himself to destroy the unbreakable armour of Onslaught from inside the monster, that gave Revy and Twinrova the shot they needed to finish the fight. All the sacrifice, all the growth, was the Revy's biggest life changing moment.

Art by the fantastic @dreadlock-detective

Thank you all for following another fantastic year of OC-Tober! I had so much fun doing this again, and I hope you all had fun too!

#oc-tober #revy #gerudo #legend of zelda #twinrova #art

[lucigoo]

So, I'm going to make this a Masterlist of all my Hobbit fics as I write them. I'm also going to attmept to put them in some type of order. Hopefully it's easier for others to anvigate the mess that is my Tumblr lol <3

The Hobbit - All are Bilbo/Thorin unless stated otherwise Active Wips: A Home, A Pack, A Place of Love (Animal Au) Summary: Bilbo is a corgi and he has become the guardian of a traumatised little corgi pup. He has to leave their cosy home and hope for the best. For him and Frodo.

Hopefully he will find a ew place to call home, a new family for him and Frodo, hopefully they will thirve. I want you right here, where you belong:Home with us (Bilbo/Thorin, Sirius/Remus crossover) Summary: Thorin has moved to "The United Kingdoms" with his friends and family.

Follow his life as he ends up an unexpected father, Uncle and husband, and extends his family with wizards, witches, centaurs, goblins and, sadly, elves.

Bilbo stays in Erebor fics:Stop me Fading (Needs major re edtiting) Summary: Its a few weeks since BOTFA. Bilbos running around like a headless chicken, The Company are being plonkers, Thranduil and Dain are being antagonistic, Bards just a cinnamon roll and Gandalf keeps disappearing for long amounts of time (for good causes of course). There's one lonely, sad little hobbit on the plains outside of the Lonely Mountain. Bagginshield-tober (A uncomplete series) Summary: A series of fics spanning from LakeTown until Bilbo's death. Bilbo stayed in Erebor, this is his and Thorin's life. Afterlife Fics: I will join you Summary: MCD!! Bilbo sits with a dying Thorin, knowing he will join him. Dead or not, this will not be the last time he seee his beloved. A Little Drop of Rain Summary: Thorin holds his dying one in his arms. All he can do is hope he will see him again after his life is over. It was a long life and all Thorin wants is to be reunited with his hobbit. Defying Death (or at least the ones in charge) Summary: Bilbo has finally died, and now Lord Mandos wants to shove him away to Lady Yavanna's Green Gardens. Well that wont do. After all, Thorin wont be in Yavanna's gardens and Bilbo wont stay where Thorin isnt.

He's a burglar, and if he can smuggle his dwarves out from under Thranduil's nose, he can smuggle himself into Mahal's Halls under the Valar's noses, right?

Reshirement: Changeling Child (Mpreg) Summary: Thanks to his Stone headed nephews, Bilbo now has a new quest. One that needs cleverness and diplomacy. Not the reckless battle tactics of dwarrow. This is the most important quest Bilbo will ever go on, even more imprtant then facing a dragon. For the most important being in his life. Animal Au's: A Pasture Too Small for A Bovine’s World so Large Summary: Bilbo is an odd Highland Bull, so odd that he has had enough and takes Primula, Drogo and baby Frodo to find a new place. A new home.

Thorin and his family are an odd little herd of Bison. An odd herd with room for a few other strange bovines. Wait for me in the Aurora Bearalis Summary: Bilbo is a red panda, he had had a good life. He had managed to make it to 64 seasons (16 years) when most red pandas were lucky to make 40 seasons (10 years).

Thorin doesnt want to say goodbye to his little Orso but he has too, hopefully they can find one another in another life. Ive found Frodo ....and he found you? Summary: Canine distemper has stolen all of the Bagginses away apart from Bilbo and little Frodo. No he has to find his kit, who has wandered off, again, and keep them safe from "The Sick". If only he wasn't alone doing it.

Bittersweet/hopeful ending: The Last Meeting (Until Arda is Remade) Summary: Bilbo is a sad, lonely hobbit in Rivendell. What is left of The Company, his friends, his Family find him there. There are less then there should be.

This is Bilbo's last meeting with the few remaining dwarves he adores. Until they meet again, when the world is remade, hopefully. Sad Ending: The Demented King Under the Mountain Summary: TW MCD, Murder, Thorin did not beat the dragon sickness. Thorin did not defeat the Dragon-sickness and in his rage destroyed the gift he was given to cherish. “How rare and beautiful it truly is that you existed, and that you existed with me, for me" Summary: It is time for Bilbo to leave The Shire, he is going to make his way to Erebor, hopefully.

Before that, he makes his way to his oak tree, the last living thing he has that reminds him of Thorin, it is time to say goodbye. One more hour with you Summary: Bilbo doesnt want it to end, he just wants one more day, one more hour, one more minute with his beloved. He will deny the truth in front of him to get it if he has too. You Never Cared, Why Start Now? Summary: It started with the fires burning through Erebor. It will end with the fires burning through Bag End. The Last Durin Princess returns home (Gen fic, Dis-centric) Summary: The Last Durin Princess returns home, but home is a tomb. A place with ghosts. With her dead borther and her dead sons.

When home is no longer home, all it is is a place of pain and heart break. What is the last of her line supposed to do? How is she supposed to go on? You were to late Summary: Bilbo is watching the eagles fly overhead in victory. With Thorin's cooling hand in his, Bilbo isnt sure what their is to feel victorious over.

Quest Fics: Dwarrow hugs in the dark Summary: The Fell Winter wasnt just a time whe hobbits starved, it ws much worse then that. An entire generation of hobbits traumatised.

For one Bilbo Baggins, on a quest with a troop of rude dwarves, the memories become nightmares whilst on the road. Maybe waht he needs is dwarrow hugs off a dwarrow king? A heart of stone and Fire in his soul Summary: Thorin is but a ghost of a king, desperate and making stupid choices. Bilbo is a hobbit out of The Shire, trying to find his place. But he needs to keep his daft dwarven king alive to succeed. The trials and tribulations of a married hobbit (a bowman's persepctive) Summary: Bard see's a small hobbit amongst a crowd of dwarves clamouring to get on his barge. From that first glimpse he makes a friend, suprised by who his new friend has married. Follow the events from Lake Town until after from Bard's pov. Far over the Misty Mountains:A hobbit with a heart Summary: Bilbo's home is suddenly invaded by a troop of dwarves. He would be bad, should be mad, but that song ....

Modern Au's: "Bring Your Older Gays To Play" at Club Erebor Summary: Frodo had convinced Bilbo to go the event night at his favourite queer club. All Bilbo wanted to do was go home, back to his books and cup of tea. Well, that was until Mr tall, dark and sexy was pushed into him. The reason is you, the reason is him, the reason is me (Dwalin/Nori, background Bilbo/Thorin) Summary: Nori hates himself for the 4 and a half years he spent in prison. For destroying everythig good in his ife. For losing everything he had to live for.

Hes out now and hopefully he can fix his realationships and see his son again. ABC's of Avoiding Bullying and Crying (Gen fic, The Companny are all young children) Summary: Thorin is a big grown up 7 year old dwarf. Frerin is a little 5 year old dwarf who is usally bugging Thorin and his friends to play. So why didn't he bother them on this day, and who was he with? It's a good job I love you! Summary: Bilbo sees that Thorin has once again forgotten to take the rubbish out, bloody husbands, he thinks exasperated.

LOTR Fics: Akmâthu Bask:Song of the Bath (Gen Fellowship fic) Summary: During a bath by the river, Gimli starts singing Bilbo's bath song. Confusing the hobbits. It turns out that isnt the only song of The Hero of Erebor's that they sing in the Lonely Mountain. Between the forest and the sea, I leave my heart with thee - (Gen fic, Elrond-centric) Summary: Elrond is set to sail to Valinor to reunite with his wife when he has a vision. How can he leave when his he sees his precious daughter dying alone, her grief clear through time and space? Two Lives Will Be Spared This Day (Boromir/Theodred) Summary: Boromir looks into Galadriel's mirror and he doesnt like what he sees. Maybe if he makes a different choice he cna save himslef, and the love of his life.

#My fics #The Hobbit #LOTR #Bagginshield #dwalin/nori #gen #boromir/theodred

[thereaderinsertlady]

'Quest Tober (31/31)

What is this?

'Quest tober is an event where people can request fics for a certain time period! I usually like to challenge myself, aaand I've certainly been slacking on regular requests, so I figured I'd give this a go for a second time. You may request anything, as long as it goes along with the rules in the pinned guidelines. Send a PM or ask if you're not sure about something, or if there's a character you think I might do and or have done before but isn't up there.

Are there any specific rules or notes for this event?

Only a handful:

If you want to submit a request for this event you MUST have something orange in it or an emoji that follows the Halloween theme 🎃👻👽. Ooor something else that lets me know that your request is for this event, such as... 'hey, this request is for the 'Quest-Tober event,' etc etc.

You can only submit ONE request to give other people a chance to request too.

There are only THIRTY ONE (31) request slots available for this event. Once the title above reaches (31/31) I won't be taking requests for this event anymore, so request while you still can!

Where will the event's fics be?

I will post all fics on tumblr and onto my ao3 as soon as I get done with it for that day. Down below will be the fics that have been requested and what specific day they'll be posted on in October.

Requested Fics (Whoops didnt have time to finish all of them, will post them when ready![by the end of the year])

1- aliencatwafers: Elder Princess Shroob x Reader

2- rosepetalmoon: Escargoon x Reader 💞💞

3- ladysegagenesis: Vivian x Reader 😎

4- darkmelodie: Snatcher x Reader

5- snarlesofthesewers: Snatcher x Reader 🙌

6- shegariowmyamo: The Conductor & heem spouse

7- pastell-nerd: Nastasia & Reader

8- Anon: Dimentio x Reader nsfw 🥳

9- pyropikmin: King K. Rool x Reader

10- Anon: Antasma x Reader (spicy)

11- Anon: Gaster x Male Reader (also spicy)

12- Anon: Meta Knight x Reader (also also spicy)

13- drc00l4tt4: Melvinborg x Reader 🥺

14- Anon: Geno (smrpg) x Reader

15- Anon: Jevil x Reader x Dimentio (I,, love da clowns,,,)

16- profoundlytenaciousgalaxy: King Boo x Reader

17- valerian-insomniac: Prince (not-ghost Snatcher) x Reader

18- caleb-schoolaltt: demon-Melvinborg x gn Reader (🥺)

19- thereaderinsertlady: Jax (from the amazing digital circus) x Reader 🥺 ss mai birfdaay present to myself

20- Anon: Lovesick~Melvinborg x Male Reader

21- Anon: Duke Erisia x Reader (spiccy. I have no clue who this character is BUT i wamnted to give him a try because he looked cool 🥺)

22- Anon: King K. Rool & Reader (familial)

23- euibwwfbe: Antasma x Reader

24- jester-addict: Dimentio & Reader

25- Anon: Bowser x Reader

26- fruitytiff: Antasma x Reader (beloved bat 🥺,,)

27- notacloudofsage: King Boo x gn Reader

28- Nicky-angelcipher-universe: Reader insert crossover between BATIM & Security breach

29- Commentersspice: Antasma x Dimentio (:0 havent seen this shipped before. Unique!)

30- Anon: Beat x Reader 🥺🥺😳

31- Anon: Antasma x Dreambert

#'quest tober #reader insert #kirby #dimentio #king dedede #a hat in time #super paper mario #snatcher #ahit #melvinborg #w.d gaster #uhhh tryna reach the main demographic wit these tags.. #character x character #character x reader #Mettaton #rainbow friends #mario #bowser #king k. rool #king boo #bendy and the dark revival #endoparasitic #halloween #luigi #deltarune #undertale #villainous #klonoa #bill cipher #gravity falls

[candy8448]

Rambles Masterlist

(Theories and such)

#i do a little ramble

Big Rambles:

Flora and the chain

Sky and Sun headcanons

Music in loz and BotW (TotK continuation)

Botw cutscenes: 3 7

Legend on kohilint (lucid dreaming)

Portals in LU

Random details in LU

Hyrule castle tablet speculation (totk)

Sage themes ranked

Pre-Totk speculation/discussion

Dawn part 4 part 5 rambles

Sammer's kingdom piano cover

I finished totk!!

Warriors stance

Bigender

Ask answers: -2 -1 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

Stakes in tears of the kingdom

-tober posts and appreciation

Revisiting my 11yr old self's wattpad account

Smaller Rambles:

Lu age headcanons

Hinox fish

The LU chain as benders (ATLA)

Skyward sword manga

Shiny boys (LU)

Dark world forms sky wild

Girlfriend? Ceased to exist

Purple korok forest

Dawn part 3 rambles

Scrapper THAT LITTLE-

Zom 100 animation

Legend fighting

Imprisoning war cutscene

Skyward sword screenshots

Sealed grounds in totk (not really)

Mermays

Totk school quest reward

Legend and Ravio (lookalikes)

Dawn 4 names list

Twilight is squishy, squishy Twilight

My favorite types of stories

No totk DLC

Oot manga Link related to Zelda?

Song of the hero

Paper Mario: The Thousand Year Door reveal

Lu ships

Oot and Tp manga parallels

Link's awakening manga

Tag chain questions

Houseplants and flowers

Fic recs

Legend and the master sword

Divine dark reflections

Favorite lu boy (leg)

Art style preference

Whumptober fluff challenge idea

Light dragon bookmark

Me, an avid skyward sword fan

Sky and other various fuzzy creatures

Same photo of sksw link

Legend violet eyes

Surface birds

Look at him!!!

Absolutely Tiny Rambles:

Piano rambles 1 2 3

Imprisoned plushie

Champion's ballad (homework ramble)

Official sksw fancams

Watching reviews

Homework music playlist

Legend fics (more legend fic rambles)

An assortment of video game rambles 1 2

Link's awakening manga

GCSE stress rant

Legend in a dress

Legend art gib

Ganty

Posting (+goofy little man warriors)

Twilight princess be like:

HIMB!!! (TOON LINK)

#i do a little ramble #the legend of zelda #loz #linked universe #lu #botw #totk #breath of the wild #tears of the kingdom #super paper mario #paper mario #skyward sword #sksw #link's awakening

[asktheseacowvboys]

OC-tober Day 3

Prompts: Old OC + Formal!

Cylenia is an oc of mine from middle school! She went through a few backstory changes but I think I settled on her mother being the Queen of the Winter Fey and her father was an ordinary adventurer who was turned by a vampire during his quest.

She lives in modern day as an assassin and dancer for a night club, as one does.

#oc-tober #groupchatober #bweirdOCtober #my art #vampire #ooc #yes her name is where my username came from #assassincylenia #which was shortened to my penname acyl #lol #anyway big sexy lady for yall

[rohirric-hunter]

OC-tober Day 18: Hero

I am a little bit unclear on how the Tribunal of Shadows questline (a questline I still have not done) lines up with the Epic. It seems to be happening more or less at the same time as the Tûr Morva incident, but left open to interpretation whether it happens before or after the Falcon Clan's betrayal. (It does seem to be one of those quests where the person writing the sidequest did not know what was going on in the main quest.) I've chosen to interpret the skirmish as happening shortly before for a number of reasons.

I didn't manage to incorporate the word prompt into this one like I did for the others, and it's a bit of a stretch, but here you have it.

~*~*~*~

As Gwyllion falls to the ground, the thick, poisonous fog she had blanketed the mountainside in begins to drift away on the wind as though it had never pressed in around you, choking and blinding. You lean forward, supporting yourself against your knees, and gasp for a breath of clean air. Ahead of you Amlan, who had forged ahead into the cloud to get a clearer shot, slumps to his knees, dropping his bow.

You would assume it was simply from lack of breath, but you had stood beside him for most of the fight, and when one of the infant drakes had come shrieking down the slope, taking advantage of an opening in Theorgir's defences as he had been occupied by another of the little beasts, you had seen its extended claws slice into Amlan's arm, cutting through layers of linen and leather like so many dead leaves. Your arrow had found its mark in a moment, and as it had turned hissing towards you Amlan had drawn his sword, slicing the creature down with a quick, practiced motion before jabbing the blade into the ground and raising his bow again with a grimace.

You straighten up and struggle up the slope, kneeling next to Amlan. He clutches at his arm, face twisted in pain. Really, he ought not to have kept using his bow after he was injured, but there hadn't been much for it; even Theorgir with his broad shield had struggled to stand against the great drake, and when it had fallen and Gwyllion had thrown up her arms and the blanketing fog of poison you had both known that you could risk coming no nearer. Now, as the air clears, you see Saeradan struggling to his feet at the top of the hill and Idbangal still kneeling, the edge of her cloak pulled over her face as she coughs.

As you crouch beside Amlan, he forces a smile. "I'm all right," he says. "It's a mere scratch."

You ignore him and grab his hand, pulling it away from his arm. The gashes are not deep, but they are bleeding freely, and who knows where the dragonet's claws have been. You unhook your waterskin from your belt and pour some over the wound, rinsing away blood and dirt.

"It'll need cleaned better when we return," you say. You glance around, taking in the wrecked hut and the horrible dead drake lying across it, not to mention the wreckage of Gwyllion's army that surrounds you, splintered and dead huorns and reeking druggavar and a lurking uneasiness. The top of the tower of Orthanc is visible from where you kneel, and you don't think it's safe to stay in view of that place. "This is no place to rest," you say.

Amlan nods. He grabs his cloak and tears a strip from the hem, then discards it. It's muddy and filthy from the desperate climb up the mountain. He tears another, cleaner strip and begins to wrap it around his arm; just a stopgap to staunch the bleeding until something better can be managed. You take the strip of fabric gently from him and take over the bandaging, which is much easier with two hands.

It's not until that moment that you notice the embroidery on Amlan's cloak, a bit sloppy but beautiful all the same, done in black thread that blends into the grey; trees sprouting from the hem with deer running between them and flowers blooming above. It's lovely work, but it gives you pause for another reason entirely.

Eight years ago a basket had been left on the porch of the Hackberry House, containing nothing but a baby wrapped in a cloak. Dorian Bindbore is one of your favorites of the children at the Hackberry House, a sweet and fun-loving child who loves to explore and had followed you everywhere for years, asking an unending string of questions about everything you had done and seen. You had taught him how to twist a bowstring, join a beam, track a deer, and somewhat accidentally, start a fire. Who had left him there had been a mystery, but that was not uncommon. Many of the children who come to the Hackberry house come from parents who can't or won't care for them, and leave them there in the hopes that someone will. These parents rarely wish to be known. You had all assumed this had been the case with Dorian -- but the cloak that had been wrapped around him then had been embroidered in the same hand and with near the same patterns as the one you hold in your hands now.

"It was you?" you ask, breathless with the realization.

Amlan looks at you with no understanding for a moment, until you manage to gasp out, "Dorian… and… Anna? Tom? I -- me?"

Understanding dawns on Amlan's face at the list of names, and he lets out a little breathy laugh, looking down at the ground. "Not you," he says quietly. "I was away on a patrol in the south when you were found. But Dorian, yes. And Anna. Some others."

"We thought Dorian was abandoned," you say as you begin to bandage Amlan's arm with trembling hands. "Lady Hackberry says that Rangers always handed the children off."

Amlan smiles sadly. "There was a small group of trolls that came down into Bree-land from the north," he said. "They came upon the homestead where Dorian's parents lived and… he was the only survivor. I couldn't wait, and risk leading them to your home next, or so close to Bree-town. I am sorry if he believes he was unwanted."

"Oh, he doesn't think about it," you say quickly. Indeed, Dorian has yet to fully realize that Lady Hackberry is not his mother by blood. Most of the other children who come to the Hackberry house make the connection before his age, but Dorian has not, and no one feels the need to broach the subject before it occurs to him on its own. Perhaps it is for the best; explaining to a child that their parents did not want them is never easy.

You stand, and help Amlan to his feet, wrapping his good arm around your shoulders. You know him well enough to know he will never ask for help of this sort on his own, but you can feel in the way he leans against you that he needs it.

At the top of the slope, Saeradan and Theorgir are crouched over Gwyllion's body and Idbangal has a knife and is cutting into the drake. You know what they are doing. The task is distasteful, but Gwyllion had called far too many fell spirits to this place to risk leaving intact bodies lying about. Although you believe you have banished all of them, they might return.

Your three companions seem to have the task well in hand. "Amlan is hurt!" you call. "I am going to bring him down to find Idhrien or Elrohir."

Saeradan raises his hand in acknowledgement and the two of you turn and slowly begin making your way down the hill.

#lotro #oc-tober #lotro fanfic #my writing #the wind will set me racing #i do plan to finish out the oc tober stuff eventually #but for now i am returning to the other asks in my inbox #i still have several requests from the ask memes i reblogged in september or whenever

[farharbour]

happy oc-tober everypony 💖 finally took the time to draw out my three main fallout characters! i was going to draw all of my ocs out before posting but i couldn't wait to share these i love them so so so much they are my besties truly i made them i live for them and i would and will die for them

some info about each of them under the cut:

jesse: sosu; you know him, you love him, i never shut up about him. early 30s. my vaguely self-insert projection character who's taken on a life of his own at this point (but in my heart he will always be an extension of me to some extent). anyway. science guy, pacifist-adjacent. pre-war he was a radiologist w/ a concentration in epidemiology and was one of the last researchers trying to cure the new plague. his story in-game is less about shaun and more about the question of whether or not he's a synth (he's not but he's manipulated into thinking he is for a long long time). works with the railroad but has a falling-out with them post-game and takes up post as a doctor in diamond city. soft-spoken but capable. has a few grey hairs because i think it's cute and no other reason (poliosis). he's bi and dating nick. also poly but that's not super important.

bec: lw; i drew her here as she looks at age 29, when she's hanging out in the commonwealth with jesse. i'm not a fan of fo3 so she's truly a fo4 npc who just so happens to have also been the protagonist of fo3. she was injured pretty badly while activating the purifier and suffered severe radiation burns on the right side of her body; it was bad enough that the bos, who took her in, had no other option than to amputate her right arm (she's left-handed). she was coerced into working with the bos in exchange for saving her life and giving her a fully-functioning prosthetic arm but eventually parted ways on less than stellar terms once maxson started worming his way into power. she made he way north on the trail of dr. li and her father, who she had discovered had close ties to the institute (and she herself had a bit of a stake in the synth equation because of how much the replicated man quest affected her). after coming up empty she decided to hunker down in an old red rocket outside of sanctuary hills and turned the garage there into her home. she's a mechanic and loves tinkering with old tech, power armor in particular. she's a lesbian and dating another npc of mine, peaches (aka the general of the minutemen in jess' story).

simon: c6; late-20s. chaotic neutral but not chaotic stupid. dumbass but not dumb. they're related to the chosen one (it's a long and complicated family history that i haven't completely fleshed out yet) and they grew up in arroyo. they were always eager for adventure and set out at a young age for new reno, taking whatever odd jobs they could find. they eventually settled on being a package courier, as it gave him the opportunity to see more of the wasteland they loved so much. they set up a trading post on the long 15 years later and weren't able to escape the blast when it was destroyed; they carry a long scar across the length of their back as a reminder. he's mainly out for himself, but he's also deeply loyal to those few he considers trustworthy. has a soft heart under his silly and slightly abrasive exterior. collects teddy bears and dyes their own hair with a dye they makes themself with a mixture of bleach, clay, and mutfruit. never one to hunker down, they basically vanish back west after hoover dam. unsure if anyone ever sees him again. he's gay and 'dating' arcade (it's very very very very very complicated).

#picture these as them sitting for a photo. jesse is a lil shy bec is vibing (she is very normal) and simon is fucking annoying god bless </3 #doing this was so nice i missed them sm #my art #oc talk #oc: jesse #oc: bec #oc: simon

[annelise-draws]

OC-Tober Day 4: Redesign (I worked late today, so nothing fully rendered... maybe I'll clean it up another day :') ) Sorel was my super speshul baby's first OC when I was in... 8th grade? gosh. I know cringe is dead but also he was the biggest Mary Sue, a last-of-his-kind heterochromia angel prince who sometimes had an evil personality who was on a quest to get revenge or something. I figured if I ever brought him back, it'd be as a more horrifying kind of angel with too many teeth and no comprehensible leg structure. But... hey, he still has heterochromia. :') I still like to draw him like his old design every once in a while, if only because I think my younger self would be happy with how much my art has improved.

#oc-tober #bweirdoctober

[toastshark]

It’s thirty minutes into October 3rd here, oc-tober day 3 be upon ye!

Old OC feat. The beginning of it all, Tomato :]

My very first oc whom I made for a jump-n-run game called "Tomato and the Quest for Spaghetti“ when I was like 10. She was 8 pixels tall >v<

Also, not to be proud of myself but here’s this drawing next to the oldest drawing I could find of her:

My girl finally got a nice haircut :D

#Oc-tober #bweirdoctober #toastshark drawings #original character do not steal [tm] #feels like I’m posting these too early #but that’s timezones for ya #…also im not gonna be home tomorrow (today?) #so drew this today (yesterday) anyways