#The Phantom candy box

[xinu1941-1966]

The Phantom candy box　1960s

#crazy kids hoods　#package　#Design

#The Phantom candy box #The Phantom candy #crazy kids hoods #package #Design

[innytoes]

You have one of those 12 foot skeletons in your yard and you caught me trying to take selfies with it / Sweet Tarts

Also for @invisibleraven who asked for the exact same thing. Who knew this prompt had Carrie/Reggie vibes?

When the Wilsons celebrated, they went hard. Their birthday blow-outs were legendary from the time Carrie had been in kindergarten. Their Fourth of July drones show (fireworks were so 90s) was epic and set to their favourite music. Christmas? Their mansion was covered in so many lights they had their own generator, and every room had a Christmas tree. (The one in Carrie's room was all pink, of course.)

So of course they went all out for Halloween, too. It was pretty hard to convert a sleek white modern mansion into a spooky old Victorian house, so instead they went all out with other kinds of decorations. Like the skeletons that hung out in front of the large windows on the second floor, having cocktails. Or the ghosts hanging from the trees and railings. Or the spooky lights and glowing orbs in the pool. Or the gazillion decorative pumpkins around the place. (Again, the ones in Carrie's room were pink.)

This year's new showstopper, though, was a twelve foot skeleton that her dad brought home. He showed it off, jazz hands and all, like the dork he was, and she could only barely hide her smile even as she eye-rolled at him.

"Not cool enough?" Dad asked her. "Don't worry, I thought of that."

And then he pulled out a pair of giant novelty sunglasses from somewhere. That got her to crack, and she laughed, which made her dad beam, which made her feel gooey inside. Out in public, they had to be perfect, and cool, and flawless, but when it was just the two of them, they could goof around and be dorks.

Now, while all of October was Go Hard On The Spooky Stuff, their Halloween basically had two big nights. The first was their Big Halloween Bash, where dad invited all his famous friends and people he worked with and Carrie got to invite some of her friends as long as they all promised to be cool.

The second, which deep down Carrie liked much better, was Trick or Treating. Because what was the point of living in the rich neighbourhood if not to show off all your badass decorations and costumes and spooky playlists and wow kids with amazing treats.

Full sized candy bars? Pah, those were for the old money losers down the street. Carrie and her dad got custom made edible crystals. Kids could pick out their own colour and shape, and eat something that looked like it shouldn't be eaten. Did you want a neon green orb, or a jagged piece of quartz, or even a candy beetle encased in 'amber'?

Carrie, of course, made sure to grab some in all her Candi's colours and put them aside. (And a few pink ones for herself.)

But the big holiday bash had come and gone, and trick or treating wasn't until tomorrow, so what the hell was this guy doing in their yard?

"Aren't you a little old to be trick or treating?" she asked as she flung the door open. Usually, if someone was lurking around like that, she'd call security, but this guy didn't seem to be paparazzi or a crazed fan who wanted to murder her dad. Also, she'd shoved her taser in the pocket of her cardigan before opening the door. (It was pink. And bedazzled.)

The boy, who seemed to be about her age, yelped and flailed, nearly dropping his crappy little phone. "Sorry, I'm sorry!" he stammered. "I thought nobody was home!"

Carrie raised one perfectly plucked eyebrow. "Is that supposed to make it better?" she asked in her nastiest mean-girl-voice.

He flushed, looking ashamed of himself. Suddenly, even with the leather jacket, he seemed a lot smaller. "I'm sorry," he said miserably. "It's just that this is the first time I've seen one of these giant skeletons in real life and I really wanted to take a selfie with it. I mean, he's wearing sunglasses and everything."

He looked so sad, like a kicked puppy, and really, she couldn't begrudge him too much. Their skeleton was pretty awesome. And he was pretty cute.

"You're never going to get all of him in frame with you like that," she rolled her eyes, grabbing her keys and demonstratively pulling the door closed behind her so he couldn't slip inside in case this was just a ruse.

She made sure to keep her hand on her taser as she passed him, but he just gaped at her. When she was far enough away to get all of the skeleton into the picture, she pulled out her phone. "Smile!" she said, and on instinct, he did. She snapped a picture, and when he realised what happened, he beamed, begging for another one.

She had to admit that the one hugging Skeletor's leg (yes, her dad had named their giant skeleton Skeletor like a massive dork) was pretty funny. As was the one where he was bowing down before it. And pretending to run away from it.

They had a little photo shoot for like two minutes, before he seemed to run out of ideas, and thanked her profusely, before moving to leave.

"Hey!" she shouted after him, and he froze in his tracks. "You have to give me your number so I can send these to you!" Okay, so he was cute but not very bright. She could work with that.

He looked a little flustered, but gave her his number to put in her phone. She sent him a test text, and his entire face lit up when he saw the first picture appear on his own screen.

And if maybe she texted him again the next day inviting him over to try one of their gourmet crystals and see the whole yard done up right for trick or treating, well, she just wanted to share the holiday spirit.

#carriexreggie #julie and the phantoms #carrie wilson #reggie peters #fanfic #I wrote a thing #halloween #oh to have a giant skeleton with sunglasses #reggie being a himbo and carrie being like: guess I'm into that #just picturing trevor and carrie's entire hallway filled with like 50 boxes of custom made gourmet candy #they have treasure chests on tables on the porch with the 'gems' in them for the kids to pick from #because fuck those old money people down the street they're gonna Win Halloween and every other holiday #(for the purpose of this fic Carrie maybe does not live in a house with barbed wire and a gate lol.) #also they make sure to compliment all the kids who are clearly Not From Around Here in their homemade or cheap costumes #because again fuck the old money gatekeeping assholes from down the street

[im-totally-not-an-alien-2]

"Do you require assistance?" Phantom perked up at the mans voice. Red Robin was the guy multiple ghosts had recommended to him even though he was still alive. Okay, so they kinda did it in a half joking manner, but Phantom was desperate!

The nine year old came out from the shadows and could immediately feel the man in front of him cataloging everything about his appearance. Wierd. But he had dealt with Weirder. Besides, he was glowing, so he guessed the human had a right to be curious. "I heard you were really good with machines."

Red Robin looked somewhat tense, like he was ready to fight if need be. Why does everyone wanna fight him? He's nine!

Phantom quickly brought out a little silver sphere with an OwO face from his bag and quickly began speaking, "This is my friend Livvi, she started acting wierd a while back and I haven't been able to fix her."

To his credit, Red didn't attack him. He just looked gobsmacked. "You came out to Gotham, in the middle of the night and tracked down a vigilante to ask for tech support?"

"Livvi is different!" He fumed, "She's my friend!"

A sigh escaped from the mans lips and Phantom looked up to see him pinching the bridge of his nose, "Okay, you're probably not going to go away until I fix her. Just promise me you'll try to be safer."

Phantom hummed as if contemplating, "I'll try."

With that, the vigilante took Livvi from him and began working on her from the blanket Phantom had laid out. Red Robin began to look more and more curious about Livvi as he worked on her. He even took out one of Livvis ectoplasm powerbanks to examine it more thoroughly. "Can you explain to me what problems she's been having?"

The kid bit his lower lip, clearly worried about the little robot, "Shes having trouble maintaining flight and producing shields. Her speech sometimes comes out glitch or warped despite me not finding anything wrong with her voice box or programming. A few times she's just turned off mid flight and dropped."

The man looked thoughtful for a few seconds before asking, "Have you ever heard of the Lazarus Pit?"

"I've heard of Lazarus, but I don't know what it is. I've only ever heard of it in passing. Why?" The ghost was genuinely confused by the change in topic

"Can I text a friend about this?"

"I don't see why not. The more help Livvi gets the faster she'll get better right?" The bird wasted no time activating his coms and whispering into it telling some unknown people about "an unknown glowing meta child with futuristic tech that runs on Lazarus water"

Within the next ten minutes a guy dressed as a bat landed on the rooftop alongside a boy around his age dressed like a trafic light and scowling as if he had just been told that he was grounded from ever having ice cream again. The big goth dude introduced himself as batman and offered him a lollipop. "I'm not supposed to take candy from strangers." Phantom said seriously, "Unless its Halloween."

Batman...well he didn't smile exactly but he didn't seem angry. "Do you know where you're parents are?"

"No. But thats okay. They don't like me."

Batman maintained a cool pokerface, "why don't they like you?"

"I don't remember. I think I knew when I was older-"

"Older?" The other boy interrupted, "Is this not your true age?"

Phantom pouted at him, any hopes he had of making a friend he didn't construct himself were flung out the window, "Yeah, but I don't remember it. Appearently I ate a time god and lost six-ish years from absorbing his powers."

There was a beat silence, then: "You ate a time god?!" Red Robin looked horrifed

"In my defense, I have no memory of what was happening at the time. All I know is that the place i used to live is in ruins and I'm dead."

#fanfiction prompts #prompts #dp x dc #batpham #danny phantom #danny fenton #batman #robin #damian wayne #tim drake #red robin #bruce wayne #danny literally made a friend huh #damian is mad he had to cut patrol short to deal with this #long post #danny ate clockwork and gained his powers #why? #you decide #i like the theory that clockwork was evil this whole time and danny would never escape clockwork #unless he ate or absorbed him cause if he didnt than clocky would just respawn after a bit #so munch munch #bruce: hes glowing but i still must adopt #danny: you realize im dead right? #batman and his birds: wat #danny: im from an elderich undead horror dimension owo #dannys old rouges saw him as a kid and thought they could beat him up while hes small and weak #only to find out little baby danny does not have morals exe properly installed #they got shredded #tw: cannibalism #tw: murder

[yuurei20]

Idia Info Compilation Part 7: Idia and Cats

Idia likes cats extremely, up to and including Lucius. This may even include cat beast-people, as he says “Lions are supposedly part of the Felidae family, but Leona’s about as docile as an angry lawnmower."

He also says "Oooh, I wanna widdle kitty cat to hug and kiss…”

He tries to pet Grim, mistaking him for a cat. Grim, having been watching a horror movie with the player and Ace, subsequently tells everyone that there is an evil spirit on campus, leading Ortho to confiscate Idia’s lab wear.

Idia’s love of furry creatures does not end with cats. In the Harveston event he is thrilled to find a raccoon, rabbit, squirrels and a deer in what he describes as a “paradise”, until they discover a packet of dried fruit in his pocket and proceed to chase him down the mountain.

He also says that while "dogs themselves are okay", he "can't deal with dog people.” Despite his impatience with video game interruptions, Idia says that tests and games are alike: "You get that same dopamine rush when you score high," implying he may perform well in classes.

When asked if he had a favorite stuffed animal as a child Idia responds that, no—he has always preferred his own handmade robots since he was young. He enjoys cup ramen, gifting a box of special, limited-time cup ramen to Deuce for his birthday.

Idia’s favorite food sometimes gets translated as “junk food”, but he specifies that he prefers a sub-genre of snacks that doesn’t seem to exist in English: “chi-iku-type dagashi”, which this YouTuber has translated as “educational confectionary”.

It is where you take different gelatins and things and mix them to create candy versions of things like sushi, hamburgers, etc., in miniature form. I am sure they exist in other places, too! NA translates them as "DIY candy kits", which is also accurate.

Idia is also invested in movies, designing his dorm’s section of the Halloween Event at Night Raven College to be an homage to a B movie called “Creepy Hollow”, that no one knows but he defends passionately to anyone who will listen.

Concerning his online games, we learn in the Phantom Bride event that Idia uses the handle “Gloomurai” online. His closest online friend is a person who uses the handle “Muscle Red”.

Idia turns down an opportunity to spend time with Ortho in favor of Muscle Red. While hinted at elsewhere in the game, it is also in the Phantom Bride event that we learn that Muscle Red is Lilia, but neither student is aware of the other’s true identity.

Idia seems to keep private rankings of different students, which include but are not limited to his “Night Raven College’s most cheerful character” tier list (Kalim ranks first) and the “Turbo Sus Vice Housewardens to Be Avoided at All Costs Rankings” (topped by Rook and Trey).

Idia describes Cater as having a sunny disposition that “is relentlessly smothering”, while Cater advises Malleus against going to Idia for technological help as “he’d probably run if you tried to talk to him”.

Silver says Idia always gets “so flustered” around him (he wakes up to Idia watching him as he slept). Idia describes Silver as “seriously handsome” and “like a prince”. During Phantom Bride Idia describes Vil as “a legit pro”, saying “Leona and Malleus’ faces are mega-striking”.

He describes Riddle as “the traditional prince who’s straight-laced due to his royal upbringing, but who occasionally shows some awkward tenderness”, Epel as “the dainty second prince players just want to protect. His rare, intense expressions are dark yet compelling!”

And he describes Rook as “the prince from a neighboring kingdom who’s revealed to have been secretly protecting the MC, immediately granting him best boy status!”. Otherwise, however, he describes the school’s house wardens as “difficult”.

#twstfacts #idiafacts #twstidia #Idia Shroud #twisted wonderland

[bluejaysandblackbats]

Phantom Grin

Fandom: DC Comics, Batfam

Summary: Bruce Wayne visits his son's grave on the night of his resurrection. Will it change Jason's fate, or is it all simply inevitable?

Chapters: 5/?

Characters: Jason Todd, Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Alfred Pennyworth, Barbara Gordon, Tim Drake, Cassandra Cain

Relationship(s): Jason Todd/Original Character

Additional Tags: Canon Divergent AU, Jason Todd Has Chronic Pain, Jason Todd is Disabled, Barbara Gordon is Oracle, Resurrected Jason Todd, Bruce Wayne is Bad at Communicating, Jason Todd & Bruce Wayne Get Along

Chapter Five: Corrupted

Jason got to go home after his first month of rehab, and Bruce held his arm on the way up the steps. "Easy, the steps are slippery," Bruce warned. Jason looked around and waited for Bruce to open the door.

"Dad?" Jason whispered. Dad was much easier to say than Bruce, but Bruce was proud of how hard Jason worked in rehab. He wanted to celebrate how well Jason was doing, and he wanted Jason to eventually meet Tim and Cassandra. "Dad?" Jason asked again.

Bruce stopped and looked at him. "Yeah?" Bruce replied gently.

"Safe?" Jason asked. Bruce nodded.

"It's safe here. Jason," Bruce whispered. Jason let his hair loose, and he pulled at a few curls. Bruce smiled. He was so happy to have Jason home, he never even noticed the tight look of Jason's jaw or the bags under his eyes. Jason wanted things to go well. He wanted to come home, and he worried that he wouldn't be allowed to come back if he did anything wrong. He hadn't slept for most of the week in anticipation of his visit.

Bruce opened the door and led Jason upstairs to his bedroom. "This is where you used to sleep. I kept it pretty much the–." Jason pushed down on his mattress, and he looked in his closet. "Jason?"

"Mine?" Jason asked as he pulled a box from under his bed. Bruce furrowed his brows. "No?"

"I'm sure it is yours, but I've never seen that box before," Bruce replied. Jason opened the box, and he took each item out of the box and set it carefully on his bed.

Cassandra knocked on the door frame. "Are you Jason?" she asked. Jason nodded. "You found your gift?"

Jason smiled at her before reaching out to shake her hand. "Jason, this is Cassandra," Bruce introduced.

Bruce excused himself to let the two get acquainted. Jason held up the bag of candy, and Cassandra nodded. They sat on the floor together, eating candy. Jason immediately liked Cassandra. "I struggled before, too," Cassandra whispered. Jason cocked his head. "With talking..."

"Yeah?" Jason asked. That made him feel better. Cassandra nodded.

After they ate, Cassandra took Jason on a tour of the manor. She took him down the hall, and he stopped at the grandfather clock in the hallway. Cassandra whipped around and grabbed his hand. "It's old," Cassandra whispered as she dragged him along. Jason squeezed her hand. Cassandra let him hold onto her hand as she led him through the rest of the house. She wasn't supposed to let him in the cave.

Dick ran up the stairs to catch them. "Hi, Jason. Hi, Cassie," Dick whispered. Jason lit up. He hadn't seen Dick in weeks. Jason embraced Dick, nearly knocking him off of his feet. "Oof, I'm glad to see you too."

Jason laughed and smiled. "Dick," he said out loud. He wanted Dick to commend him and be as excited as he was. Dick messed up his hair.

"Time to go eat," Dick smiled. Jason looked at Cassandra. "Cassie's coming too. Come on."

They went to the dining room, where Bruce and Alfred stood, talking about something. Alfred excused himself to put lunch together. Jason sat near Bruce. Jason realized no one wanted to speak, and he swallowed hard. "Dad? 'S cold," Jason whispered. He didn't know what else to say.

"You want another sweater?" Bruce asked.

"No," Jason replied awkwardly.

Dick took a sip of water before saying, "He's talking about the weather... I remember you never really liked the cold," Dick whispered. Jason nodded.

"Not even when it snows?" Cassandra asked. Jason shook his head.

They talked about the weather for a few minutes, and Jason relaxed. Alfred served lunch, and they all talked comfortably and ate together. Jason finished eating, and he sat at the table until he couldn't keep his eyes open. "Jason... You okay?" Dick asked. Jason nodded and raised his shoulders in an attempt to wake himself up. "It's alright if you're tired, you know?" Dick reassured him.

Jason nodded. "I can take you back up to your room," Bruce offered, and Jason shook his head and hugged Bruce. He showered and changed into his pajamas before climbing into his bed. He drifted off and fell into a deep sleep.

Bruce came into the room and pulled Jason's blankets up. Jason made a soft noise and mumbled something in his sleep, turning over onto his other side. Dick stood in the doorway and frowned. "I'm sorry. I was wrong to snap at you when all that stuff happened last month. I was hurt because he was hurting, and my first instinct was to blame you," Dick apologized. Bruce stepped away from Jason and frowned.

"No, you were right. It was my fault. A lot of it was my fault. Jason needed a father. He desperately needed a father, and I should've put all my focus on being that. Instead, I made him into a weapon. I took all his pain and suffering, and I weaponized it when I really should've helped him work through it," Bruce whispered. Jason woke up, but he was careful not to make any noise. He just wanted to hear what they were talking about.

"You loved him. I know you did because his death broke you, and it still hurts you every time you look at him... It's not your fault. It's not his fault either," Dick took a deep breath and paused, "What are you gonna do?"

"I want him to live a normal life. I don't think I want him to remember being Robin," Bruce whispered.

Jason held his breath. Robin. That was one of his names. One of his lives. He tried to hold onto one of the many resurfacing memories that sped around in his head. He managed to remember begging his father not to hit him. From there, he pieced together that Bruce had to be the one that killed him. Panic set in, and he chewed his lip.

Jason knew then what he needed to do. He had to escape. He had to disappear.

#fic #eyes and ears fic #batfam #Jason Todd #Bruce Wayne #Dick Grayson #Alfred Pennyworth #Barbara Gordon #Tim Drake #Cassandra Cain #Jason Todd/Original Character #Canon Divergent AU #Jason Todd Has Chronic Pain #Jason Todd is Disabled #Barbara Gordon is Oracle #Resurrected Jason Todd #Bruce Wayne is Bad at Communicating #Jason Todd & Bruce Wayne Get Along

[incarnateirony]

Now with that unavoidable storm of truth, since I'm off today I'ma see if I can grab a few more hours. Piece of shit. Lying trashbag. Fake performative "trans ally" that only accepts people she met digitally that imports largely pre-masculinized. Piece of shit that made me box my whole ass identity for her to play with like a ken doll. living, breathing, human piece of shit leading people to the void with no path of her own, no intention or direction with the "gods" she roleplays with as an excuse to eat more fat bitch food. Piece of shit. Octopus jibberish spewing story stealing piece of shit looking for another excuse to be obese on japanese candy.

Eternal motherfucking stalker. Piece of shit. using motherfucking chromosome arguments for gender. piece of shit. roleplay addicted piece of shit still psychotically in love with me and in denial. stalker piece of shit. transphobic piece of chromosome citing shit. lilithian whore piece of shit. false prophet, liar, uneducated piece of shit. glared at her spouse and dismissed phantom dysphoric boners when talking about it piece of shit. JKR argument supporting piece of shit. Not even just the "well she already got the money" kind but no, thinking her arguments had value piece of shit.

Spouse tentatively says, hey, haha, not super serious yet, I'm kinda nervous, but can we try he/him i think i'm he/him its ok if it's not ready yet for you. Piece of shit gives me the death glare, runs for the hills realizing she's about to lose her fucking roleplay body pillow toy and have to be in a hard fight, for a post-surgery fellow piece of shit. Two pieces of shit made in a cosmic toilet bowl together. piece of shit.

literally an animated piece of shit pretending to be human. much less a fake fucking mystic that charges people for her cope about our breakup.

piece of shit. tortured me for motherfucking years piece of shit. Must be the prettiest most powerful princess piece of shit. Annoying every friend I've ever had with that garbage until they stopped playing with us piece of shit. Only had me to lean on and force me to disassociate for her piece of shit. Ran off to motherfucking twitter level RP of all things to sate her desperation for playing games piece of shit plotting to backstab me while I worked 60 hours a week to support her piece of shit. Vague threats to ship me off somewhere like "back to portland" any time I wasn't compliant piece of shit.

Won't read a single goddamn book about any of the gods she pretends to serve, including the one she confused me with that's essentially made me all of hers in shadow shit already explained. Because she knows every single fucking one will tell her what I am so instead she looks for half page tumblr posts to half-read and spam. piece of shit. Literally definitionally obsessed ass cultist whore of babylon piece of shit.

20 years in and out of my life betraying me over and over and over and over and being forgiven and let go and even saved from herself and her choices over and over and expecting me to let it happen this time and motherfucking pikachu facing that I've hit my mortal AND immortal fucking limit with her fucking abuse and usury. Piece of shit.

piece of shit. piece of shit. piece of shit. piece of shit. piece of shit.

piece of shit. piece of shit. piece of shit. piece of shit. piece of shit.piece of shit. piece of shit. piece of shit. piece of shit. piece of shit.piece of shit. piece of shit. piece of shit. piece of shit.

#Youtube

[operafantomet]

I was asked in a PM how I would rate the different non-replica versions. Well. I have different level of knowledge about them. I have seen three of them live, I have seen a lot of full videos of other, while a handful haven't really interested me so I only know them through photos and short clips. And from that you can't make a fair ranking. But if stunting it - and also really assuming they all had equally great casts - I'd say something like this:

1. HUNGARY: I will always give this production props for being the first non-replica production, and a beautiful one. Very eerie and moody set design, and overall a colour scheme reminding of Maria Bjørnson's but with individual details. It was like looking at the Palais Garnier from another angle. My only main complain is that I like the costume sketches a lot more than then actual costumes. But first and foremost, MOODY. Yes.

2. ROMANIA/NORWAY/GREECE/MIDDLE EAST: As such a bit difficult to rate it as a whole, as the Romanian production was a prototype massively pimped for the Norwegian premiere, and also slightly changed for the following productions. But if judging from the Norwegian production which I saw numerous times, it was all in, with the wildest chandelier crash, nice effects overall, a clear vision in the directing, and nice choreography. This too a take on the Palais Garnier which tried to find other angles and aspects than what Bjørnson did.

3. ITALY / SPAIN / MEDITERRANEAN: Beautiful, creative and very Phantom-y. This too seems to reflect on the Palais Garnier, if a bit more abstracted than the ones above. Props for three equally strong leads, not merely in the acting but also directing.

4. SYDNEY HARBOUR, AUSTRALIA: Humongous outdoor set! The same hint of fragmenter grander pieces as Bjørnson did so well. Colourful, an abundance of details, drapes, ideas. Flames! Floating gondolas! And a performance that went on regardless of massive rainstorms. With a backdrop of the evening sky and the Sydney Opera House. Gotta love it all.

5. POLAND: I like it more now than when it first premiered. I was disappointed it stuck so close to the 2004 movie, in terms of direcing, costume design and tweaks (the sword fight in the Mausoleum scene, for example). But I do appreciate the set design a lot, and the production also feature a kick-ass chandelier crash. Here for it!

6. KRISTIANSTAD, SWEDEN: A thoroughly original production, utilizing the small-ish stage to full effect. I was impressed by how much they made out of little, and how different it appeared life compared to photos. Even if the sets were clever, the golden moments of this production was in the smaller details, I felt. And I loved it.

7. CZECH REPUBLIC: Colourful, loud and brassy design, and one functioning inside a pyramide shaped theatre. Fascinating, if a bit... wobbly. But passionate.

8. RESTAGED TOUR: I mean, Maria Bjørnson's costumes (plus/minus). And very professionally executed. Some clever ideas for the staging and directing, and I do enjoy the overall idea of the drum set. But I don't think the busy sets and the ornate costumes is a good match. I wish they'd made a brand new costume design more suited for the sets. I also have massive issues with the portrayals of the Phantom, Christine and Raoul, both separately and their dynamics. In total a love/hate relationship.

9. ESTONIA: Another thoroughly original production, set between WW1 and WW2, with a local spin, an eternal winter, and a costume design reflecting on Vivienne Westwood and 1990s couture in general. The set design is angled, featuring a stage-on-stage in the back, and boxes at the sides. I like this production more on an intellectual level than really feeling it.

10. NEW ROMANIAN PRODUCTION: Rich AI based look, but oh! So crowded. I enjoy seeing a scene here and there, but seeing several is like eating a whole bag of candy: too much. I do however enjoy it in smaller portions, and I want to give props for being the first to do AI design in Phantom land.

11. FINLAND/SWEDEN: Some of the sets are awesome. But the overall staging feels so alien, and the 1980s costumes and the Phantom's gold mask is killing me. I can't. Kudos for huge opera orchestra, though!

12. BULGARIA: Too print and projection heavy for my liking, some LEGO like set pieces (including the chandelier and monkey musical box) and a costume design I'm understand very little of. This one just ain't for me and that is OK.

13. SERBIA: Oh Serbia. I don't understand you. I don't understand your vibe, your 1990s costume design, your bridge-and-cube set design. I... can't.

(and this is of course a highly subjective ranking based on my preferences and my limited knowledge of ome of the productions - it might change if I see more of them live later on)

#phantom of the opera #non replica #scenography #costume design #set design

[sink-me-in-your-ocean]

𝔊𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔥 ℌ𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔠𝔞𝔫𝔬𝔫𝔰 V

Spooky season edition!

No specific prompt, just random Halloween shenanigans and general buffoonery with the nameless goons ghouls

Thank you @endhisbloodlineinmyesophagus for inspiration and scream laughing with me as I finished these!

No warnings; cut for formatting.

Swiss:

Once this ghoul learns about Ouija boards, no one can dissuade him from using one

You happened to have one that you had been too afraid to use

He begs and pleads to use it

Does not understand how to use it and does not want to learn

Asks WAY too intricate of questions

To no one's surprise, he gets impatient

“Swiss!” You slap his hands off the board again. “You can’t ask such convoluted questions, it would be impossible to get an answer!”

“What?” He shakes his head, “I just wanted to know how they died!”

“Yes, and that’s a rude question to ask.” He let out a huff so you continued, “Let’s just stick with ‘yes’ or ‘no’ questions, shall we?”

“Fine.” He grumbles, placing two fingers back on the planchette. You follow his l4ead, holding your breath as he thinks of a question. “Did you like music?”

The planchette moves to indicate yes.

“See now we’re getting somewhere.” He bites his bottom lip in deep concentration, “What’s your favorite K-pop group from the last ten years?”

You wanted to throw your hands up in exasperation, but you settled for narrowing your eyes at him, “Swiss, really?”

“I did it again, didn’t I?” His expression went sheepish.

The planchette moves on its own, guiding itself to land over yes again.

“Shit, sorry spirit!”

The two of you ask a couple more easy questions before proclaiming the session closed, moving the planchette to “goodbye”. After closing safely and packing everything up, you give Swiss a playful smack on his shoulder and he just grins at you, knowing full well he deserves to be scolded.

-

Phantom:

He found a box of Halloween decorations and made the executive decision that it wasn’t nearly enough

After trips to several stores for outdoor decor, he tasks you with helping to put everything up

You two even make a spooky playlist to blast while you work

The decorations look amazing, but are very scary at night

By the time Halloween actually rolls around, kids are too afraid to come up to the front door to trick-or-treat

“Where is everybody?” He’s been pacing since three in the afternoon.

You check your phone: it’s quarter past six now and well-past dark. You pat his bat wing-clad arm, “Maybe the house is too frightening, sometimes when people go overboard the little kids get too scared.”

He squishes his face against the front window, watching groups of trick-or-treaters going up and down the street, kids that pass by do so in a wide arc, you were right: they were too scared to come up.

“I’ve gone overboard!” He exclaims. 

Before you can react he grabs the candy bowl and sprints out the front door, tearing down the pathway as the motion-triggered spiders drop down and animatronics all spring to life. They light up, scream, and cackle with voice lines as Phantom reaches the sidewalk and starts tossing candy out like it’s a sport.

Distantly, you hear him yelling, “I promise it’s not scary! Here’s the candy! I’m sorry!”

You cover your mouth as you smile. His enthusiasm is endearing to say the least. “There’s nothing for it now.” You say to yourself as you head out to join him.

You bring the rest of the oversized candy with you and two folding chairs. The two of you sit out front in your costumes and hand out candy to the trick-or-treaters until you run out of candy… because then Phantom starts giving away random things from the house, and that’s where you draw the line.

-

Dewdrop:

This ghoul wants to be an agent of chaos on Halloween

When you agree to go along with his mischievous plans, he shows you his plans

It’s basically just charcoal scribbles on a lined sheet of paper with random “X’s” on the page

He explains it’s his game plan, the map of where you’ll go to prank houses

When you ask about disguises, he is already prepared with ski masks and black gloves because he “doesn’t want to leave fingerprints”

You don’t waste your time explaining to the ghoul that his clawed fingers won’t leave fingerprints, instead nodding along with his antics

“Get back here!” A grumpy middle-aged man chases you and Dew across his lawn after you’d pelted his front door with eggs.

“Run!” You two split off into two different directions, following his plan perfectly and heading in a roundabout way towards the next victim’s house.

After stopping to catch your breath near some tall hedges, you straighten and walk briskly around the corner to find Dewdrop with his back to you. He looks on high alert, scoping out the area to make sure he can execute his pranks. 

Might as well sneak up on him and have a little fun.

“Get off my lawn!” You scream and tickle his sides and he jumps, shrieking and whipping around with the most scared look on his face you’d ever seen.

You fall to the ground, holding your side from the leftover pain from running combined with your inability to breathe from laughing so hard.

“That’s - you! You’re not - ugh!” He stomps his feet, mad as a hornet, which only makes you laugh harder.

As the steam eventually dissipates from Dewdrop’s ears, you rally him to TP the last two houses on the map with you. His devilish grin returns and he cackles as he puts all his effort into throwing the toilet paper rolls over the unsuspecting person’s trees. Meanwhile, you await the ideal opportunity to sneak up behind him again.

-

Rain:

He is in a rare wholesome mood, asking you to go apple picking

You sense an undertone of delinquency in his request, but you go along with it

Once at the orchard, you lose Rain immediately

You find him later, and he has an entire wheelbarrow full of apples 

He climbs from tree to tree like a wild animal

“Save some for everybody else, Rain!” 

Your warning goes unheeded by the water ghoul, and he scrambles up the branches up the next tree, “I have to get all the best ones!” 

After an exorbitant amount of money spent on apples later, you get home and make several gallons of cider and set it out in a giant punch bowl for everyone to enjoy. 

You took a swig of the beverage, expecting a crisp, refreshing taste, but you were instead met with the burn of alcohol. There was only one ghoul to blame. “Rain, what did you do to the apple cider?”

“Uh,” He makes an innocent face, but is unable to meet your gaze, “nothing.”

“It tastes weird, you definitely did something.” You scowl at him, poking him in the shoulder.

He throws his hands up in defense, “Twist my arm why don’t you! I spiked it, what’s the big deal?”

You glance around the room, much to your dismay you realize that everyone is on their second or third refill of the stuff.

“The big deal, foolish ghoul, is everyone is getting lit from what they think is apple cider!”

Because of Rain’s antics you punish him by making him help you clean up the absolute mess everyone left. Hopefully scrubbing the floors of sticky sweet juice will make him think twice before pulling such an idiotic stunt again.

-

Mountain:

No matter if it’s hot or cold on Halloween night, Mountain wants to be outside

He happens to be a great story teller

And you happen to be a great s’mores maker

Outside + fire pit + scary stories = happy ghoul

(& happy you!)

He gets a crackling fire started in a little fire pit as you arrange the blankets and pillows you stole from the couch, making the space comfy and nice.

You set out the s'mores-making ingredients and tools, and since it’s Halloween, you have some candy to use instead of just plain chocolate bars.

Mountain tells you a scary story about a creature summoned from hell to devour unsuspecting people’s toes. You listen intently as you toast the marshmallows on long skewers, cooking them to the perfect consistency and assembling a s’more for yourself and him.

“That story is true, you know.” He takes a huge bite of his treat.

You reply with your mouth full, “What?”

“That story is about Dew.” He speaks matter-of-factly. You want to laugh but don’t get the chance before -

Speak of the devil.

“Who took my peanut butter cups?!?!” The two of you flinch as Dewdrop’s shrill screech hits your ears.

“Shit, hide the evidence!” You and Mountain shove as many candies in your mouths as you possibly can just as Dew stalks outside, surveying the area, scowling, and heading back inside.

Now you two laugh so hard your sides hurt. Once you finally stop giggling, you resume toasting marshmallows together. Of course, you have to just eat the plain roasted marshmallows by themselves since the chocolate is all gone now. But the sacrifice was well worth it if it meant saving yourselves from a fiery wrath.

-

Cirrus:

Not-so-secretly watches you making stuff in the kitchen before asking to join you

After you taught her the basics she is basically a sweet treat expert

She doesn’t mind getting her hands sticky, but you do give her your black apron so she can protect her clothes

She is currently obsessed with making the perfect Halloween cookies

After already having created a plethora of treats, Cirrus now refuses to leave the kitchen, staring at the oven with the light on to intimidate the dough inside. “These ones are going to be the best out of all of them.” 

“You said that about the last batch, Cirrus.” You grin at her.

Ding! The timer goes off on the little pumpkin-shaped timer next to you and you get up to take the cookies out of the oven. 

The heat blasts your face but you’re a seasoned baker, Cirrus, on the other hand, keeps her distance. She hasn't liked the “evil” oven ever since she got a little tiny red burn on her thumb from a baking tray. A burn you promptly treated and covered with a Hello Kitty bandage.

You set the tray on a little potholder on the counter and glance around. Popcorn balls, rice cereal treats, caramel apples, Oreo spiders, and chocolate pretzels all sit on the counter staring at you waiting to be wrapped up.

“I think we should get these cleaned up before everyone gets home, what do you think?” You ask.

“Yes! I can’t have them gobbling up all the goodies like the greedy goblins they are.” She promptly gobbles a fresh cookie to emphasize her point.

Cirrus helps you package up everything nicely, using Halloween-themed containers, sneaking samples of every item at least once as you clean up. You both have to lock everything up so the rest of the siblings don’t come home and tear through all the snacks before you get a chance to have seconds.

-

Cumulus:

This ghoul has so much creativity and she has to get it out

You two decide to go to a pumpkin patch to find the ideal pair of pumpkins to carve

Cumulus picks out matching outfits for both of you, perfect for photo opportunities

With a couple of sweet fall drinks, you load up in the car ready to go

She drags you along to the patch of overpriced pumpkins 

“Hurry up! All the good ones will be gone!” She calls your name over her shoulder and skips quickly ahead of you into the fray of kids and young adults scrambling over pumpkins laying about on hay bales.

After much deliberation, Cumulus has chosen a perfectly round pumpkin for herself and a nice, tall one for you.

Later.

You’ve barely got the pumpkin guts out and your hands are covered in slime, wrists weak from the effort as Cumulus asks you if you want to see her creation.

“You’re finished already?” Disbelief coats your tongue.

“Well, yeah!” She pivots the orange pumpkin to face you, and you see the intricately carved cat and moon she has free handed. “This was so fun! Can I help you with yours?”

“I’d love that, actually.” You fling your hand to remove some of the sticky seeds.

You need not dwell in despair for long, as Cumulus will surely help you with the carving of your pumpkin. They look amazing all lit up on the porch at night, and you take a cute selfie with her to commemorate the occasion.

-

Aurora:

It’s a mistake to bring Aurora with you to the store when all of the Halloween candy and decor is out

She wants everything

Good thing you have Papa’s credit card…

Sooner rather than later you have a cart full of stuff and she’s still not satisfied, filling her arms full of goodies with as much as she can carry

“Oh can we get these too?” She holds up a pack of 50 cellophane bags, each printed with pumpkins, bats, and skulls.

“Put it in the cart.” You’d given up at this point on telling the sweet ghoul “no”.  

Finally satisfied with her menagerie of candies, snacks, decorations, Halloween themed pencils and miscellaneous items, you push the cart to the check out.

The cashier looks you up and down and sighs, being forced to scan all of the things Aurora picked out apparently is the bane of their existence.

She puts on the aux in the car, and you listen to “This is Halloween” from the Nightmare Before Christmas soundtrack for the ninetieth time today while you shove the bags inside the trunk.

You two drive back home and lay everything out all over the floor, making a huge mess. It will all be worth it though.

Aurora shines as she hands out the goodie bags to all the trick-or-treaters on Halloween night. You smile widely until you hear Papa yelling from the other room as he discovers how much money you two spent.

-

I hope these make you ghesties laugh as much as I did ○( ＾皿＾)っ

#the band ghost #nameless ghouls #the band ghost x reader #dewdrop ghoul #dewdrop x reader #phantom ghoul #phantom ghoul x reader #sodo ghoul #sodo x reader #mountain ghoul x reader #mountain ghoul #rain ghoul x reader #rain ghoul #swiss ghoul x reader #swiss ghoul #cirrus x reader #cirrus ghoulette #cumulus x reader #cumulus ghoulette #aurora ghoulette x reader #aurora ghoulette

[dullorangepulp]

The Phantom Thief girlies in Halloween costumes!.......in january

Haru -> Black cat (trick or treat basket is a black box with a handle attached since cats love boxes)

Ann -> Devil (no basket bcuz yusuke told her "the orange of the pumpkin clashes with your red!" and she didnt wanna cause him the pain of having to see clashing colours, so she either carries candy in her shirt, or freeloads off of everyone else)

Makoto -> Witch (t or t basket is a cauldron!)

Sumi -> Zombie (open brain basket)

Futaba -> Alien! (a ufo basket! the top is transparent and also easily slides off! the lights on the edge of it are real LEDS that akiren helped her glue on. they light the girls path in the darkness of the night ...even though ann wears a glowstick necklace futaba insists on using her method)

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#my art #traditional art #small artist #artists on tumblr #doodle #persona 5 #p5 #persona 5 royal #p5r #persona 5 fanart #p5 fanart #p5 art #persona 5 royal fanart #p5r fanart #haru okumura #ann takamaki #makoto niijima #kasumi yoshizawa #sumire yoshizawa #futaba sakura

[international-rub]

Brainrotting over this!

Studio MDHR just cant stop feeding us and gave us this wonderful gem for the holidays, like this is SOOO CUTE FOR NO REASON AT ALL!!

Hilda Bergs blimp (With star signs on it because astrology) and Ribby & Croaks boxing gloves! (That look insanely old, like when was that thing washed?)

OMG IT IS THEM!! KING DICE AND THE DEVIL TOGETHER!! Oh yeah theres also glumstones gnome and hocus pocus’ hat but THEM!!! DICE AND DEVIL!! KD AND THE BIG D!! THEM!! 

Now we got Djimmis puppet, Werner werman as a nutcracker, Cala Marias squid plushie holding onto Brineybeards toy ship and Baronesses candy cane (Also Goopy Le Boring is there but who cares about him)

Beppi the Clown as a Jack-in-the-box is so fitting for him and Porkrind is literally a piggybank

Esther winchester is laying down, Dr. Kahl’s robot is a toy robot, the Phantom express is a choo choo train! Mortimer freezes snowman is in a snowglobe and we also have the king of games Court

Elder Kettle is a literal kettle (With his show colours for some reason) The Three cups represent the Cuptrio and Chef Saltbaker is an accurately sized saltshaker.

 The spider mobster is a Yoyo for some reason, makes sense because spiders make string.

#cuphead #cuphead dont deal with the devil #mugman #ms chalice #elder kettle #chef saltbaker #hilda berg #ribby and croaks #cala maria #werner werman #baroness von bon bon #djimmi the great #beppi the clown #dr kahl #I cant tag all of these characters #not my art #studio mdhr made it

[abeinginsand]

Some hcs and snippets For Hot Glenn Holidays

(there's an idea for each prompt of the week)

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Sweets and Baking:

Glenn likes spicy hot cocoa and coffee. It never occurred to him to look up a proper recipe for it, so usually he tossed a few drops of hot sauce in the beverage of choice and called it a day.

He does this with ready-made cookie dough as well. Both Darryl and Ron were appalled by this info but Henry seemed excited to ramble about some related family recipes.

Fun in the Snow (Post S2 AU):

It snows in hell all year so snow ball fights are pretty common. His favorite ones are yearly though when--most of the family (including Hermie) are wrangled into participating (compared to dragging over unsuspecting demons in the area). He also has an ice rink set up down there and is a DJ for it.

Caroling (Teen High School Band AU):

As the school's band teacher, he's always excited about performing with his students during the local parade. Its a performance mix of instruments and holiday tunes. One part rock 'n roll and the other being a mix of anime and traditional stuff. The anime music is courtesy of his grandson Taylor, also in the band. One of his old Glenn Close trio band mates always drives the truck for their float and of course the whole thing has protective guard rails on it. A few students and himself sit in chairs within big cardboard present boxes with no bottoms or tops. During certain cues in the songs, they are supposed to stand up to pop out of the box and then sit back down. Its a big hit with crowds and the candy canes others hand out seal the deal too. Little candy bags that even have coupons to local shops inside too.

Caroling and Saint Nicky:

Back when Morgan was still alive, she'd work some pretty long shifts sometimes. It was rarely around Christmas, but if it was, Glenn and Nick would do some caroling around the neighborhood and surprise her with a holiday serenade when she got back.

Present Wrapping (cw self harm):

Glenn's gotten into the bad habit of scratching his wrists to chase away the phantom feeling of cuffs and chains. He should stop but its easier to try and keep it a secret instead. Until he's at Darryl's holiday party and the sight of Jesus strapped to the cross makes his stomach flip. And he's off to the kitchen to get away from it all, wrists stinging as his nails-- But...with the sound of footsteps, he realizes Ron followed. The shorter man doesn't call out the obvious or ask any related questions to the red marks peaking out from under his baggy ugly christmas sweater. Instead, his friend asks him something else: "Can you try this ribbon on for me?" He doesn't remember if he even said yes or 'mhm' but the soft feeling of the present ribbon is nice. The thin fabric is warm from Ron's hands, tied loosely so Glenn could slip out of it at any time. He lets go of the breath he was holding, flexes his fingers, and stares at the pink ribbon now around one wrist "This looks dumb."

Ron doesn't hold back his little laugh at all and pats his shoulder. "Sure does. How does it feel though?" It was a thinly veiled 'How do you feel?' that Glenn decided to answer. Maybe because they were alone or because Ron was willing to laugh at him instead of assure him. Or a bit of both...

Glenn felt himself smirk and say a tired but honest, "A little better."

Christmas in the Sand:

Before the divorce, Bill used to take the family to the beach at least once a year. It was to have fun and make some business while he was down there. Getting a hotel at the beach was a lot cheaper in winter too. He'd often wake up earlier than his wife and son each morning to go browse the boardwalk. Again, there was money to be made with talks and setting up new gigs or busking.

But, regardless of the deals, his favorite part was waking up little Glenny and showing him the bag of trinkets he bought or traded for that day. The three also played out in the sand. Mostly Christine and Glenn burying a napping Bill in the sand. Christine wasn't one to laugh much except when looking at her sand mermaid husband snoozing away. Both were awake to play with their kid in the waves later on too. Glenn and Morgan took Nick to the beach as well, but they all tended to wander the city instead of play in the sand most of the time. It was so hard to get sand out of everything when they did go over there. Also having to convince their son not to munch on said sand was a whole other challenge! Still a lot of fun though and so many great pictures too.

Trees and Ornaments:

Since that blunt existed in the close family mail box regardless of the timeline shift, lets go with the thought that some other misc. items stayed behind too. Like a few worn family pictures from old vacations mentioned above. Glenn has a giant Christmas tree set up in hell and the beach day photo with Morgan by his side, an arm around his waist, and Nick on his shoulders always goes at the top instead of a star or other ornament.

#glenn close dndads #dndads glenn close #dndads #dndads headcanon #abeinginsand writing tag #hot glenn holidays 2023 #tw self harm #dndads fanart #dndads fic #dndads fanfic #fanfic #fic

[littlefreya]

Behind Blue Eyes

Summary: Beaten and broken, August Walker walks the streets of an unnamed city while he is taken by sudden longing.

Pairing: August Walker x OFC (August's POV)

Words: 2k

Warnings: +18, angst, bad language, mentions of sex, mentions of alcohol, mentions of a breakup, longing, love, heartache. August being poetic AF and August being a prick and stealing candy.

A/N: This story was in my WIP drive for 2 years now and I finally got inspired to finish it. Beta'd by the amazing @agniavateira. I hope you'll enjoy it, I admit it's different from my usual stuff.

Behind Blue Eyes

Ghostly smoke carried onto the autumn breeze. It permeated my nostrils, making my throat itch and my tear ducts sting. The entire street smelled like burning elm leaves and some sort of tarty odour that resembled charred pumpkins. Might have been some ritualistic witchcraft. 

This time of the year made all sorts of freaks swarm the streets. 

I should know, I was one of them. With blood seeping out my nostrils and caking my moustache, I looked like something that crawled out of hell myself. 

Stumbling to the hotel, my feet nearly failed me. Whatever I was tonight, it wasn’t a man but a shadow at best, no more than the swarming pack of ghouls and demons that rushed toward me. Their white and green faces leered with taunt, eyes glowering hollow and fangs of red plastic greeted me with an insult. 

Fucking kids.

Unbalanced, I swayed from one side to the other. My long arm casually lunged forward, my hand diving straight into the pumpkin-shaped bucket a little boy was holding. Not batting a single eyelash, I grabbed a handful of candies.

“Hey, mister! That’s mine!” The kid whined with protest, lifting his mask to look at me with a distressed pout.

Unfazed by his stupid face, I snorted and stored the pillaged Halloween snacks down the pocket of my trench coat, offering him a scolding frown instead. “You damn kids should be in fucking bed, it’s almost 2 am.”

Was it actually? I lost track of time after my sixth glass of bourbon.

“Fuck off, boomer!” They shouted at me as I walked away. The Cheshire grin smeared on my face hurt my cheeks; I haven’t been this amused since I hate-fucked Hunt’s daughter against the window at HQ. But my smile shortly waned as every bone in my body kindly reminded me of the beating I took a few hours earlier. 

‘Screw this night.’ I balled my fist around the sweets in my pocket and spat a mouthful of blood on the curb. This assignment didn’t go as smooth as planned; someone informed the target and he was well aware and prepared for my arrival. As he mauled me down and pulled out a box-cutter I was sure this was going to be the one where I kicked the bucket.

A brush with death on the night of Halloween, how poetic.

'More like pathetic.' In that glacial moment when the blade kissed my throat, the only thing that lingered on my mind was her.

How the phantom of her lips kissed below my sideburn, her scent so vivid yet drifting away. I couldn’t grasp it, couldn’t keep the sensation that was her entity. As the remnants of her reverie completely faded, came the pure rage. That asshole didn’t stand a chance once I gained the upper hand and started beating him to a bleeding pulp. 

I needed a drink after that—at least four to dull the pain and erase those ridiculous thoughts. 

Flares of striking pink and orange blinded my eyes as I finally made it to the hotel’s lobby. The honeyed spirit that laved my veins failed to take the edge off; rather than dimming my senses, it enhanced every physical and mental pain while I oscillated into a whirlpool of hurt. One by one, the memories hit me like a flash, gnawing at me while I made my way through the empty neon-lit lobby and advanced toward the elevator. 

Did I even remember what she looked like? Or was her face altered and changed by the fickle fingers of memory? 

Trying to keep on my feet I barged into the lift, surprising a middle-aged lady who stood against the translucent glass wall with eyes wide open and disdain written all over her wrinkled face. She curled her nose, either because of how badly I smelled or how bludgeoned I must have looked. 

“Ever had sex in an elevator?” I teased, grabbing the flaccid bulge in my groin with a suggestive wink. Horrified, she grunted at me and fled in an instant.   

Still laughing, I took the elevator and then sauntered toward the hotel room. My amusement surely died as my chest burnt with every heave and the unmistakable taste of iron climbed up my throat. 

“Shit…” I mumbled.  Exhausted, I sank into the cradling grave that was my bed, and my eyes soared to the ceiling. Memories of her lying beside me haunted my thoughts; the tender pads of her fingers, hovering over my hairy chest, the fragrance of her skin - subtle, like dry autumn leaves, wafted over me.

The idea that I might die here, in a city so far away from her, without her even knowing crept into my mind and a sense of painful hollowness wove in my gut. 

If I could only speak to her, one last time…

“I still have her number,” I mumbled into the dim light.

I never lost it. Like an idiot I kept moving it from one burner phone to the other, lying to the agency that it was an important informant. Fishing for the device from my pants pocket, I stared at the black mirror and stroked a bloody thumb over the opaque reflection. 

The last memory of her was sobs and screams, her pretty little face swelling as she cried because I told her I didn’t care about her.

And I really didn’t. At the time.

'Did I?'

My thumb slid to unlock the phone, seeking the directory for her name. And there it was, imprinted black on white. Just a name of a girl—a common name even—and yet my throat clenched just from uttering it on silent, chafed lips.

“Don’t do it…” I tried to reason with myself, remembering how she screamed at me that she never wants to see me again. Her eyes were so red I was afraid she'd cry blood and despite it all, she was pretty when she cried. 

“Don’t be that idiot…” I warned myself.

But then the sound of the line ringing filled the room like the guilt that poisoned my heart. 

'What heart?' I chuckled bitterly, my eyes squinting at the brightness of the screen while I stared and waited to hear her voice. “Answer princess, what time is it there anyway? Is it late?” 

“Hello? Who is this…?” 

My entire body stiffened once her voice penetrated my head. Crisp and sharp, buffered by the phone line yet her timbre was soft as always, just the way it was when we used to speak before that when I would call to say goodnight while on a mission. God, I lied to this woman more than I ever lied to anyone else in my entire life. 

I didn’t deserve her, and yet I wanted her too badly.  

“Hello?” she asked again, slightly groggy but not even an inch of agitation.

“Princess…” Finally, I managed to speak.

Silence fell on the other line and then her breath shuddered. She swallowed and exhaled loudly and all I could think of was how much I wanted to touch her face right now. It’s been a year, and yes, I might have been with a dozen other girls, but none of them was my sweet little angel with her tragic, soulful eyes. 

“August…”

After all this time, my name was on those lips again. Instinctively I scoffed on the bed, bliss warm and golden surged through my tendons. She remembered my voice… she didn’t hang up right away. 

“It’s three in the morning.” There was a deep sadness in her voice but no signs of anger, not that I could hear, so I pressed on, letting hope lead me astray. 

“It’s me, yeah. Did I wake you up?”

“Are you drunk?” 

I sniffed my own breath, the sour scent caused me to curl my nose. “No,” I lied. But she wasn’t fooled for a second. Words, as few as they were, slurred and she knew I was too proud to ever call a woman in order to tell her how much I fucking missed her. 

“Are you alone right now?” The thought of someone lying next to her made me clench my jaw. Surely, my heartbeats slowed and like a cougar, I tried to listen to her bedroom to detect any shift of fabric, any weight on the mattress that wasn’t hers.

“Don’t do this,” she deflected, “you left me, remember? You didn’t want a relationship.”

‘I made a mistake, I want you, princess.’ I knew that now more than ever. I wanted to wake up next to her every morning, to have her sleeping on my chest, her little head resting on my pec while I caressed her hair.

Maybe with her, I could be normal. In my mind, I could see it all clearly;  little potted herbs growing on our kitchen’s window ledge, friends coming over for a summer BBQ while I’m flipping burgers and she’s serving rolls in a summer dress. She would roll her eyes at my bad puns while I’ll sneak a cup at that delicious ass.

My sight became even blurrier, and something wet and warm rolled down the corners of my eyes. With a broken voice, I half-whispered, “I miss you…” 

She remained silent, or at least she tried to, but the sound of her little sniffles was noticeable even through the hand that must have covered her mouth.

“Remember Malibu? Remember how I ate you out on the beach, during sunrise? You were so beautiful when you came around my mouth, your body arching on the sand, the first rays of sunlight kissed your nipples and showered your torso with warmth. You told me you could love me forever that day. Do you still feel that way?”

She pulled at her nose and swallowed slowly. I could see those beautiful eyes going glassy and for a moment there, I felt like that jerk again—the jerk that made his beautiful woman cry.

“Do you?” I asked again. 

“Did you just call me to validate yourself?”

Answering a question with a question. Of course, my woman had always been wise. 

“How many others have there been? Is there a list? Are you going through us all right now because you are bored and need to feel like a man?”

A faint grin stretched across my face. There it was, the anger, but it wasn’t because she hated me. No. It meant she still cared and perhaps she was even a little bit jealous if she asked about ‘others’.

“Angel, in all those long, excruciating months there was just you. I only ever wanted you.” 

“August…”

An odd wail came from the other line, cutting her off mid-sentence. Alarmed, she let a sharp gasp and covered the handle to muffle the sounds.

‘Did she get a cat?’ I frowned dumbfounded but briefly the realisation hit and I shot up from the bed, pressing the phone so close to my ear it seared. 

It’s been a year, enough time for...

“Is that…? Is it my ba…”

“I am sorry, I have to go,” she responded in obvious panic. 

“Wait!”

I could hear her rushing out of bed, the rustling of the fabric whooshing while the cries grew louder and ravenous. “Please, August, just go to bed. You will forget all about me in the morning and move on with your life like you always did.” 

The connection was severed as she hung up the phone. The cold, monotonous tune screamed through the device like the life support monitor of a dead man. But at that very moment, my heart was anything but lifeless; it pounded in my chest as if it was beating for the first time in many years. 

Half-sat on the bed, I exhaled with sheer astonishment, my fingers still tingling at the discovery as I held onto the phone. 'You couldn’t let me leave, couldn’t you princess?' She kept a piece of me inside her, a piece that will forever symbolise how much she truly loved me. 

A breathless chuckle left my throat. Fuck, it hurt but I couldn't care less anymore. Amid the blood and crushed bones, hope began to sprout, spreading throughout my chest and bringing life to what used to feel like a graveyard.

After all the years, there was a purpose, and I knew what had to be done. And maybe she'd hate me at first, perhaps she'd resent me for coming back, but now that we were a family, there was no way I was to be denied.

'I’m coming home, baby. Daddy is coming home.’ 

#henry cavill #august walker #august walker x reader #henry cavill x reader #august walker fanfiction

[hom3land3r]

(For the spirit of Halloween, have a ghosty boi)

Homelander would be minding his own business, when suddenly a man comes falling through his ceiling, muttering curses. The ceiling was undamaged, the man literally fell through it.

The man tumbles a bit before ending up on his ass, legs braced against a wall and his body on the floor in a heap of bone limbs, leathery wings, and a tail. The man looks up at Homelander upside down from his position on the floor.

"'Ello," He said in an echoey voice far too similar to a certain enemy of Homie's, "Nice house,"

-Mage's pandora's box (As Phantom Wilbur Soot)

Homelander was loading up a pumpkin bucket with various pieces of candy for the yearly tradition. It was quiet, calm. Just how he liked it. He’d decided against any other parties, the gala the weekend prior being more than enough of a celebration.

Though, he blinked as he suddenly heard a voice. One that sounded far too close. He hadn’t heard the crash, hadn’t heard anything besides the voice that spoke. He turned around to see…well, what could only be described as some kind a demon ghost.

Homelander blinked, reached a hand up to rub his eyes and then blinked again. The figure was still there. “Uh, what the fuck are you?” He asked, putting the bucket down for now as he focused on the figure. He couldn’t pick up any vitals, most likely because there were none. “What the hell is going on? Am I…dreaming?”

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[iamvegorott]

Meeting A Magical Man Pt. 62

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“Call us when you’re ready~” Marvin sang as he walked off with Phantom, Henrik, and Mad. 

“I’m still confused about what store we’re going to,” Mad said as he took a couple of faster steps to match Phantom’s and was soon able to walk casually again. 

“I swear if you are taking us where I think you are taking us, I am turning right back around,” Henrik said to Marvin. 

“Don’t act like you’re not wanting to check it out. I’ve heard you and Edward before; you two are definitely not shy~” Marvin teased. 

“One time-”

“It’s been more than once, honey.” 

“You have-” Henrik’s scolding stopped when some teenagers started walking past them. “I am so giving you hell when we are home.” 

“Only if you’re rough with me~” Marvin winked and then closed his eyes when Henrik flicked his forehead. 

“I thought being with Chase would have calmed that, but I swear you are worse.” Henrik huffed. 

“Bicker later, we’re here.” Phantom tugged on Marvin’s arm, dragging Mad and him into the shop which in turn dragged Henrik in as well. 

“Those are fun mugs.” Mad strayed off when Phantom let him go. 

“Shocking that’s the first thing he notices.” Marvin chuckled. 

“It is in the back, is it not?” Henrik asked with a sigh. 

“He’ll get back there eventually, let him slowly merge in.” Phantom laughed and walked straight to the more…adult section of the store. 

Mad looked through the collection of mugs hanging on the wall, all with pictures and images and he was beginning to recognize. He was so thankful for the others, how they were all so excited and willing to help him learn and catch up on everything he was behind on. Mad realized this was the happiest he’d ever been in his life, surrounded by people who liked him and were understanding. 

He was cared for, he was loved, and he had everything he thought for the longest time would only ever be a dream for him. A hopeless fantasy that he was now living fully. 

“They have wallets too,” Mad said to himself. “And hats and…” He stopped and hummed when he saw the little glass cup. “Shot glasses?” Mad shrugged and continued, unaware that he was getting deeper and deeper into the store. “Oh! Mare has a few chains like these.” He giggled at seeing the accessory, remembering Mare telling him about when he was a teenager and would have one on him all the time. “Candy?” Mad went over to the display to get a better look and he stiffened when he noticed the shape of the suckers. “Oh!” 

“He found it!” Marvin called over to Phantom with a laugh. 

“Are they…are they supposed to be…like that?” Mad asked when Marvin joined him. 

“Like dicks?” Marvin asked and got a head nod. “Yep.” 

“Why?” 

“It’s fun.” 

“Okay?” Mad just blinked a few times and walked with Marvin. “Oh, wow, that’s an outfit.” He said, seeing some of the sets of clothing hanging. “There’s not a lot there and whatever there is, it’s all lace.” 

“That’s the goal.” Marvin went to one of the outfits and felt the fabric humming and shaking his head. He knew Mad would not like how that felt. 

“The goal is to wear clothes that doesn’t cover most of you?” Mad asked and then noticed Marvin had several outfits draped across his arm.

“It’s lingerie. It’s to make you feel good and excite your partner.” Marvin explained, going to another outfit and feeling it, nodding this time. 

“To get them aroused?” Mad swallowed and felt his face going warm at the thought of wearing one of those outfits. 

“Exactly.” Marvin picked up one of the sets, a purple one with a very soft lace, and he held it up to Mad’s body. “What do you think?” 

“It’s…” Mad just started giggling, and his face flushed even deeper. 

“You’re getting this one.” Marvin chuckled and had it join the others he held. 

“Do you think Jackie would lose his mind with this?” Phantom showed Marvin a box he held. Mad looked at it and quickly turned away. 

“He would. Get two.” Marvin and Phantom both laughed at his comment. 

“Have they talked you into anything yet?” Henrik asked Mad with a chuckle. 

“You bought something?” Mad said when he saw the bag in Henrik’s hand. 

“You did~?” Marvin half-sang. “What did you get~?”

“None of your concern,” Henrik stated. 

“But Hen!” Marvin exaggerated his whine. 

“Nope.” 

“At least tell me if it’s clothes or a toy.”

“No.” 

“Hen!” 

“I am going to sit on the bench out there and wait for you all to finish,” Henrik stated and walked off. 

“Boo.” Marvin stuck his tongue out.

“We’ll sneak a peek later,” Phantom said with an almost wicked grin. 

“I’m going to go out there as well. I want to look more at that big candy display.” Mad pointed, showing there was a large circular table with two layers of candy machines right next to the bench Henrik was sitting on. 

“Gotcha, don’t worry about your outfit, I’ll cover it, and me and Phantom will be out later,” Marvin said. 

“Sounds good.” Mad flashed a smile and walked out of the store. He waved to Henrik and pointed to the candy machines to let him know where he was headed. Henrik gave a thumbs up before taking his phone out to check some notifications. 

Mad walked around the candy machines, seeing the colors and reading the signs telling him what each treat was. He ended up behind it, hidden from Henrik’s view as he stopped at the jawbreaker machine. Mad got his wallet out, found just enough change, and got himself one of the jawbreakers. He happily unwrapped it and popped it into his mouth, heading off for a trashcan and perking up when he saw a store that was selling Pokemon plushies. 

He had to get one for himself and Mare. 

Without thinking it through, Mad went into the store, getting him out of everyone’s sight, and adored the sight of all of the plushies. They all looked so soft and huggable. He found a Flareon first, remembering that Mare had said he was a lot like this one. Mad hugged the plushie to his chest as he continued looking around, not seeing the other person who came into the store with him. 

“There it is!” Mad chirped and grabbed the Gengar plushie, knowing that one was Mare’s favorite. “Perfect!” He continued talking to himself before heading to the counter to buy the merchandise. Someone had stepped up behind him, and Mad assumed they had gotten in line to buy whatever they had chosen. 

“Find everything you wanted?” The man behind the counter asked.

“Yes! Thank you.” Mad was practically buzzing. Mare was going to love his find. 

“Will that be cash or card?”

“Card.” Someone else spoke for Mad, and the voice sent a cold shiver down his spine. “Here you go.” Mad’s body trembled as the voice became clearer, making it impossible to deny it. He couldn’t move anything aside from his eyes as he watched a hand reach around him, holding a credit card, and the name on it had Mad wanting to vomit.

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[the-fiction-witch]

Our Nest

Media Phantom Halo / My Left Hand Man

Character Samuel Emmerson

Couple Samuel X Reader

Rating Cute Af

Concept Cuddles in the Cold

I fixed my hair in my reflection giving the bangs an adjustment, I grabbed my tall purple bottle from the vanity and generously spritzed my neck and body before returning it to its place. I picked up my handbag and headed out of my room grabbing my keys as I went. I saw my mother sprawled across the white and blue floral sofa and quite frankly didn't want to give her the time of day, but as I got to the porch I found my guilt overwhelming and I turned around to go to the sofa I checked her pulse and she was still alive even if it was crazy as usual, I made her a glass of water sitting it on the table put her stuff back in her box making sure to lock it up tight, throwing away the needle and putting a blanket over her. I headed out locking the door behind me scampering down the steps and into the night. I headed down a few blocks to the small convenience store grabbing some chips, some candy, and just general snacks. Once I paid and left I headed to my true destination I headed down the street soon enough arriving at the half-broken little house with the light on within and a single light off on the outside. I saw a sweet sight Samuel sat on the porch steps in his cheap knock-off high tops from the local market, a pair of light wash blue jeans two sizes too big for him with the knees almost worn out and a few holes in need of repair as they began to get scraggly, his plain white t-shirt with them an unbuttoned short sleeve yellow shirt with some kind of pattern in not sure what. He was fluffy as usual smiling widely as the comic book in his hand, his arms pale and slightly shivering where he'd clearly been outside a good while, I went over and sat down on the stone beside him tussling his fluffy hair which made him jump but blush

"Oh uhh hi y/n"

"Hi Sammy, what's happening here then?" I asked looking over to see the comic he happily moved it closer letting me see his face lighting up excitedly

"Ah this is the new issue, the phantom halo is locked in this death struggle trying to save the" he explained but cut himself off "Sorry, it's stupid," 

"When did I say it was stupid?" 

"You didn't but, you don't wanna hear about my comics," he says packing it away with a few others beside him, I smiled and gently rested my hand on his wrist making him freeze up

"You have a nasty habit of jumping to conclusions Sammy. If you wanna talk about it I wanna hear about it" I smiled giving his cheek a kiss which turned his whole face crimson 

"You sure your okay listening to me ramble about comics?"

"If it makes you happy I'm very excited to learn more" I smiled leaning on his shoulder he excitedly got his comics and began explaining in very intense detail everything in the issue even going on tangents about characters and motivations, lore and info. I had to admit I wasn't a big comic fan especially compared to Samuel I didn't know half of what he was talking about but I was just happy listening to him be so excited and energetic and I did my best to ask questions and clarify things with the little info I did know to let him explained and go on even more tangents till At Last he finished up and gave my head a little kiss 

"You don't have to listen to me if you don't want to"

"I like listening to you" I smiled before I heard a loud bang and shouting from within the house "What was that?" I asked sitting up 

"That's my dad." He says nervously "he's drunk" 

"What's he angry about today?"

"Becket. As per usual." 

"When did he get back?"

"A few hours ago" he shrugs 

"That, How long have you been out here?" I asked carefully stroking up his ice-cold arm

He nods "I was working on the car, he locked the doors" 

"Come here" I cooed opening my arms he smiled and happily cuddled up to me I wasn't that warm but I was more than happy to share my warmth with him "You wanna go sit in the car? It'll keep us warmer?"

"Yeah let's go" 

We got up and took our stuff around the side of the house and into the back garden where his dad's old car sat, he'd been fixing it up as long as I could remember but it did serve us well as we often slept in it on the nights we get locked out. We both climbed into the back into the nest we had built in the backseats with the well-repaired seats, cheap thrift store cushions, and multiple various blankets we had picked up mostly from discount racks around town making sure to shut the car up tight. I got out my snacks which we happily shared as we got wrapped up both cuddled together and with our many blankets and cushions having folded down the front seats as much as we could. I made sure we both wrapped up tight with a blanket around our shoulders two over our legs and cushions sat between our bodies and the doors building our nest for the night as usual as we both knew how cold it can get these nights. 

"I take it things aren't great with your mum?"

"Could be better. Could be worse." I answered, "She's using again."

"I'm sorry y/n"

"It's fine. Nothing we can do about it."

"You wanna stay here tonight?"

"If I can?"

"You're always welcome you know that,"

"Yeah, don't really wanna go home," I said cuddling closer to him

"Okay, we'll keep each other safe, cosy, and warm" he smiled 

"Thank you, Sammy"

"You're welcome, thank you too y/n for everything"

"You’re always welcome Sammy" I smile giving his lips a soft kiss.

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