#but i've never carved a pumpkin as that's not something we do here

[loveswrites]

Pumpkins Please Billy Loomis x Stu Marcher x reader

Pumpkins Please Billy x Reader x Stu

Word count: 1397

Time it Took me: 1 hours 30 mins

To my loves: It was so obvious that stu and billy would win for our celebration of 300 followers! I wrote it that same night so I've had it in my drafts for 6 days now. I was thinking if I should wait till the poll ended but we reached over 300 followers before it even did, So here you go loves! Enjoy! Thank you for the support. It makes me so happy you guys enjoy my writing as it is all I want to do in life.

Love <3

“I wanna carve a pumpkin.” You pouted.

“Why don’t we just crave someone up instead.” Billy smirked playing with the tip of his knife. 

“I already have the pumpkins at my house. You wanna carve em here or there?” Stu said dropping himself on the bed making you and Billy shake with the bed. 

“You didn’t tell me you bought pumpkins.” Billy said, narrowing his eyes at Stu.

“Do I have to tell you everything?” Stu laughed out.

“Yes.” You and Billy said in unison. 

Stu started to laugh but slowly stopped when he realized you and Billy were not joking. 

“I just thought I should have them at the house since you know it is halloween. You know our favorite holiday.” Stu said, looking in between you and Billy.

“It’s not my favorite holiday mine is-”

“Christmas.” The two boys groaned, making you smile.

“The moment September 1st came along you were running around here yelling out ‘It’s christmas!’” Billy mocked you but you could see the slight smile in his cheeks as he recalled the memory. 

“It’s a lovely holiday, what can I say?” You smiled rubbing your socks together. 

Billy stroked the sides of your waist with his knife sending a shiver down your spine. He did this often. To both you and Stu. Still would often get cut most of the time cause he'd always laugh or move too much. But you trusted Billy to never leave a mark on you and he never did. Never has. 

Billy had three favorite things. His knives. His girl. And his best friend.

“Do we have to go to school tomorrow?” You questioned as Stu rubbed your legs while he stared up at the ceiling.

“You wanna skip again? Something on your mind, pretty girl?” Stu questioned. 

“Is someone bothering you? I can handle that, you know.” Billy said with stern eyes as he watched you respond.

“No no none of that I’m fine and no ones bothering me. I just don’t want to go and talk to people you know?” You said, stressed by the thought of even being in that building. 

“When do your parents get back in town?” Billy asked, putting his knife on your nightstand after taking one last long drag against your skin that sent tingles throughout your body.

Your parents had left for a business trip so you invited your two boyfriends to keep you company because why not? They weren’t doing anything before you called anyways.

“Sometime next week. It might get extended depending on some things. They told me I could go with them as always but I wanted to stay.” You said snuggling into Billy’s side.

“I would’ve left. No school and a free trip as a replacement sounds fun right about now.” Stu said, making you smile knowing that he wouldn’t just leave. He’d make sure that you and Billy were able to come as well. No matter if he wanted to admit it or not Stu couldn’t live without Billy nor you. 

Looking up at Billy who had his eyes closed you know he couldn’t live without you or Stu also. He wouldn’t admit it but he shows his love in crazy ways. Rather that’s spray painting the sides of buildings to pulling pranks on literally anybody to actual crimes. Billy has killed for you and Stu. If someone hurt one of you two you either never saw them again or saw them in the news the next day. Same if it was reversed with Stu but Stu doesn’t really clean his tracks very well so it’s mostly just Billy. 

You wondered if loving them made you a bad person. You wondered if keeping their victims a secret made you a murder. You wondered if not feeling a drop of remorse made it seem like you have the knife in your hand. 

But at the end of the day you didn’t really care because at the end of these dark sad thoughts all you saw was Billy and Stu. The two crazy boys who were in love with you. The two boys who showed you the world and would kill anyone who got in the way of your happy fairytale. You just prayed that they wouldn’t be the one to ruin your love story. 

You woke up the next morning feeling relaxed and refreshed. This made you just up and check the time. 1:24 pm. Shit you thought I missed damn near all of school. Rubbing your eyes you noticed that your bed was empty. Where did they go? Getting out of your bed you walked downstairs. Hearing voices, you followed them to the kitchen.

“Dumbass! the butter goes first, did you not read the box?” Billy snapped hitting Stu in the back of his head with said box. 

“You didn’t say that!” Stu said, trying to defend himself as he wiped his cheek leaving some flour in its place making you smile. 

“Maybe if you looked at the box I wouldn’t have to say it!” Billy fussed back. Stu opened his mouth to say something but that's when you decided to make yourself known.

“So are you two gonna bicker all day or tell me what you're doing?” You questioned walking fully into the kitchen.

“Baking you some cookies. Again..” Stu said, making you frown your eyebrows.

“Again?” You questioned.

“Stu burned the first batch.” Billy said, rolling his eyes.

“I did not! They just cooked a little bit longer than the rest.” Stu finished.

“Burnt.” You and Billy said in unison. That was happening a lot more often than usual. 

“We just wanted to do something nice for you before you woke up.” Stu said sneezing all over the batter when he rubbed flour on his face.

“What the fuck Stu!” Billy yelled while you just turned your nose up at the fact that he just sneezed on the batter.

“It’s fine. I’m not hungry. Like at all. I just wanna carve pumpkins okay? That’s it.” You said shifting your eyes between Billy and Stu.

“I’ll go get the pumpkins then.” Stu said starting to move, making you and Billy scream out ‘No!’.

“No! I’ll do it,  just stay here.” Billy said, shaking his head as he walked past you but not before giving you your ‘morning kiss’.

“You keep touching me I’m gonna throw pumpkin guts all over you.” You yelled out. Stu’s elbow kept touching yours as he attempted to show you how to carve your pumpkin.

“I’m trying to help you! You're doing it all wrong, trust me I do pumpkins.” Stu stated as if he was some kind of Pumpkin master.

“You do pumpkins?” You laughed out, tightening the grip on the knife in your hand.

“Shut up if I did you’d be jealous of the pumpkin.” Stu said, rolling his eyes. 

“As if, Who wants to sleep with you?” You questioned going back to cutting your pumpkin.

“You!” Stu said laughing as if that was the funniest thing in the world.

“Only on holidays.. Billy gets Monday through friday.” You said poking your tongue out at Stu to which he leaned in and bit your tongue making you jump back squealing in surprise. 

“Good thing Halloween is coming up.” Stu grinned. 

“Billy, he bit me!” You pointed at Stu with the knife in your hand. Billy pointed down to your pumpkin that was hanging on for dear life. 

“You need help, you keep cutting it like that there's not gonna be any pumpkin left.” Billy said, smirking, making Stu laugh.

“Shut up, it's perfectly fine.” You said going back to cutting pieces of the pumpkin.

“As if.” Stu snickered, earning a handful of pumpkin guts to the face.

“Hey!” Stu yelled out. 

“That’s what you get your lucky I didn’t throw the whole pumpkin!” You yelled.

“What pumpkin?!” Stu yelled back making you gasp.

“Billy!” You yelled.

“God.” Billy said, holding his head in his hands still with the knife in his hand. All he could hear was you two fighting with each other

He was in for a long bumpy ride if he wanted to be with you two forever. But watching the two of the most important people in his life bicker made him realize that he would kill any bump in that road to make them happy.  

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[emeritus-fuckers]

How would the Papas react to SO asking them to lay on them? Like in a non sexual way?

Hope you like this, I kind of themed it wiht an autumn vibe as it's windy, cold and rainy as I write this! :) - Nyx

Papas laying on their darling in a non-sexual way

Primo

You are both curled up on the sofa together sipping tea, the wind and rain lashing against the window a blanket over you both.

You shiver a little and think now would be a good time to ask. You've been wanting to ask him for a while but never found the right moment.

"Sounds lovely tesoro come here" He smiles warmly, and you wonder why you were nervous about asking in the first place.

He lies down as asked and lets out a contented sigh. "Is that better for you?"

He's happy to see you comfortable and relaxed. He rests his head on your chest and starts to drift off slightly, you pull the blanket back over the both of you.

Secondo

You havn't been together that long at this point. So as you start your question you begin to stutter under his intense gaze.

He keeps the stern stare for a moment before it drops into a bemused loving smile.

"I've never had such a request before, but I am more than happy to oblige."

He takes it seriously, more so than you expected, he just wants you to be happy and feel good.

He constantly checks to make sure you are comfortable and okay. He also enjoys the closeness of it.

Terzo

Terzo has just taken you out for the nicest meal at his favourite restuarant. As you get to his rooms you are greeted by a crackling fire. He walks straight over to it and warms his hands.

"Your Papa is freezing" he says with a little grin "can you help him?"

You know he's trying his luck to get you into bed but now feels like the right time to ask. You are both exhuasted after busy days.

"Of course we can... I understand you want to be close to me, you are only human after all amore"

He knows you don't mean in a sexual way, he can tell by how you asked but he still gives you a little flirty wink as he holds his arms out for you. He finds it really intimate. He's so happy to have someone that wants to be close with him like this. Someone who is with him for more than just lust.

Copia

You have just finished carving pumpkins together and Copia proudly places them out.

He comes back and pulls you to him grinning "This is going to be the best halloween ever! I get to spend it with you!"

He asks you what you would like to do for the rest of the evening and you tell him. He immediatly understands, his face lighting up.

"Sì sì of course amore! I hope you can do the same for me sometime soon eh?" He just totally gets it, he always wanted to ask something similar.

He is happy to lie there as long as you want, both of you content. You both at some point try and play a video game like this.

Old Nihil

He's gazing at you lovingly while nursing a mug of pumpkin spiced latte (cooled down with plenty of milk).

You ask him and he just keeps gazing so you ask again louder.

He grins, properly grins and gathers you up his arms. He's just so happy to see you happy so he will do whatever you.

You giggle as he asks if you are okay when it's him that sounds like he is having trouble lying down in the first place.

But once you are both comfortable Nihil declares its one of the best afternoons he's ever had. Just you and him together and happy. He lovingly plays with your hair as you lay there.

Young Nihil

"You want me to do what now babe?" He laughs a little but it's lovingly. He thinks you are so cute.

"I mean sure honey why not" He picks you up and carries you to the bed throwing you down.

"Normally I'd do something else with you right now, but if this makes you happy that's all I care about."

As you both lie there he tells you about all his plans for his songs. About the best times he had playing in the band. How he hopes one day his songs will be sung by thousands, maybe even hundreds of thousands of people.

He places soft loving kisses on your cheeks. Then he buries his face in the crook of your neck "I love you" he sighs happily.

~

Written by Nyx

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[denaliwrites]

Regale You With A Gourd-geous Tale

Alec Hardy x GN!Reader

Summary: You and Alec partake in the annual Broadchurch Pumpkin Carving Contest, but things go rather sideways.

Soundtrack: Pumpkin Cowboy by Brian David Gilbert

Requests: Open!

Warnings: Alec is not a basic white girl.

You had thought that convincing the Broadchurch DI to enter the annual Pumpkin Carving Contest would be fun, help him integrate into the community better, and meet people in a context that did not involve crime.

You had been wrong.

Sure, the actual contest had gone swimmingly up to a point. You didn't win, but it was fun. Until it wasn't.

First, one of the local pub owners had gotten too drunk and caused a scene. Then, one of the village kids had gone missing (he was found an hour later eating a candy apple as if nothing had happened). Then, someone had injured themselves with the carving tools (how? you were unsure).

Overall, it was just hard to really focus on the activity at hand.

Also, your pumpkins sucked.

You blamed the multiple distractions.

You did get a consolation prize of a free drink ticket, which you used for a pint of Guinness, so at least there was that.

"I'm sorry," Alec said as you walked home. "I know you really wanted me to be normal today."

You sighed. "It's not your fault." He had his arm around your shoulder, making it easy to lightly bump against him as you walked. "I know it's hard for you to shut work off... especially when it just keeps coming at you like that."

"It really did," he groused, rubbing at his eyes with his free hand. "Just one thing after another, all day."

The two of you walked in silence for a stretch after that, until Alec brought you to a halt outside a coffee shop. "Would you like something?" he asked, tossing his head towards the cafe. "Something to make up for today."

"You don't have to do that," you said, smiling. "But, sure. Large pumpkin spice latte, please."

"Y'ken," he said as he parted from you, "I've never had a pumpkin spice latte."

He did not give you the opportunity to respond. He was gone in an instant, stepping inside to order your drinks. You waited outside for him to come back, your stunned expression never leaving you.

He eventually returned, handing you your drink. It took him a minute to notice your shocked look.

"What is it?" he asked, and you could tell he was totally oblivious.

"You've never had a pumpkin spice latte?" you finally asked.

"... No," he answered unsurely, blinking. "Should I've?"

"Well... I mean... probably? Maybe? It's just that, like, everyone's had at least one by now."

"Except me."

"See, that's where you're wrong, because I have a pumpkin spice latte right here, and you're going to try it." You plucked his coffee out of his hand, replacing it with your latte.

He stared dumbfounded at it for a moment.

"You're supposed to drink it," you said in amusement, watching him. "It won't bite, Alec."

Hesitantly, he took a sip. The expression he made afterward was not entirely pleased, but it wasn't completely disgusted. In terms of Alec's reactions, that wasn't a terrible sign.

He handed the latte back to you and took his own coffee back in one swift move, then took a palette-cleansing sip of his drink. "I never want to taste that again," he said, motioning to your latte.

"Oh, come on, it's not that bad!"

"Is this because we lost the pumpkin carving contest? Are you punishing me?" he asked jokingly, turning to look at you. "I did say I was sorry."

"It's not that!" you whined, shoving at his shoulder playfully. You were met with a chuckle. "Do you really not like it?"

"It's... fine," he answered honestly. "I'm not gonna go orderin' it but it's not the worst thing I've ever had, either."

Well, for Alec, that was a win.

"I'll get you," you said jovially with a smirk. "One of these days, you'll like pumpkin spice."

What he couldn't bear to tell you, was that he'd hated it. Could not stand the taste of it. And the idea of having to ever have that terrible flavor anywhere near his mouth ever again terrified him.

But, the idea of "converting" him made you happy, so he played along, hoping for his own sake that he did end up liking the stuff through sheer force of will.

And, he still felt bad about the pumpkin carving contest. While you were still asleep in the early hours of the morning, he snuck out of bed and ran to the shops, picking up two pumpkins and a carving kit for the two of you to enjoy alone at home.

When you woke up and saw his gift, not only were you pleased as punch, but you insisted on carving them right away.

The previous day had had some bad spots, but that day was perfect.

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[mysteryshoptls]

SR Lilia Vanrouge Halloween Personal Story: Part 1

"I shall scare the pants off of you"

Part 1 (Part 2)

[Interior Hallway]

Ace: The Halloween Steering Committee members were meeting somewhere in one of these classrooms, right?

Ace: I got told to come submit an application for the magic we're planning on using for our effects, but…

Ace: Man, Riddle-ryōchō's so impatient, Cater-senpai woulda been back at the dorm soon enough if he had just waited a bit longer.

Sebek: SILVER!!! YOU STILL PLAN ON SLEEPING!?!

Ace: Hm? That loud voice is…

Ace: Yup, just like I thought, Sebek… Oh, and Silver-senpai. Heeey, what are you guys doing here?

Sebek: Hmph… Ace.

Sebek: There are some decorations we want the Young Master and Lilia-sama review, for their approval. We are waiting for the meeting to end.

Ace: Can't you just shoot them a text or something, askin' 'em to let you know when they're done with the meeting?

Ace: That way you don't have to be waiting around here for the meeting to end.

Sebek: How dare you suggest I would use a phone to contact either of them!? I would never be able to do something so impertinent!!!!!

Ace: Uh-huh. Well, don't know how impertinent it is, but I guess we're stuck waiting here together until the meeting is over.

[clamor, clamor]

Ace/Silver/Sebek: …

Silver: Zzz…

Sebek: SILVER! DON'T LEAN AGAINST ME!!!!

Silver: Ah! Apologies.

Ace: Sebek, dude, your voice is way too loud. They're having a meeting in there, so you gotta turn your volume down.

Sebek: Urgh… True, I certainly cannot bother the young master in the course of his duties.

Ace: And he's probably falling asleep 'cause you guys're just standing there, yeah?

Ace: If you're gonna shout at him every time to stay awake, then why don't you tell a cool story or two instead?

Sebek: A cool story, hm. Well, now that you mention it, last night, my liege…

Ace: There it is, "my liege." Yeah, no talking about a topic that's only exciting to you.

Sebek: Why?! He is a topic that should excite anyone!

Ace: Oh hey, here's an idea. Don't you have any interesting tidbits of Halloween in Briar Valley?

Sebek: Halloween doesn't differ much between countries, does it?

Silver: Actually… From what I've heard from my father, Halloween celebrations can differ greatly among countries and cultures.

Silver: The other day, Azul explained how Halloween was celebrated in the Coral Sea, and it is vastly different from both how Briar Valley and this school celebrates it.

Sebek: Wha― Is that true!? …A-Ahem! Then I suppose I can speak a little bit on the matter!

Sebek: In Briar Valley, we carve our lanterns out of wood. I don't believe the purpose changes much from the ones made from pumpkins…

Ace: Cool, what else?

Silver: Also… When the moon is directly overhead in the night sky, scarecrows are set alight in the castle square, and everyone dances around them in costume.

Ace: I see. Kinda feels like a midnight costume dance party.

Sebek: It is not that sort of frivolous affair. It is a festival for ghosts where evil spirits run rampant!

Sebek: …When I think back to that one Halloween 10 years ago, it sends shivers down my spine…

Ace: C'mon～ You're TOTALLY just exaggerating now.

Sebek: THIS IS NOT AN EXAGGERATION!!!!!!

Sebek: YOU CAN ONLY SAY SUCH THINGS BECAUSE YOU KNOW NOTHING!!!!

Silver: He's right… It's just as Sebek says. Halloween in Briar Valley is… truly terrifying…

Ace: Eeh? If even Silver-senpai is saying that, then…

[door creaks open]

Lilia: Sebek, Silver, sorry to keep you waiting. We could hear your voice from inside.

Malleus: I do not mind you waiting for us, but be a little quieter while the meeting is in session.

Sebek: M-My apologies…

Cater: Oh? Hey, Ace-chan's here too. What's up?

Ace: Riddle-ryōchō told me to bring these docs to you, so I came. Here you go.

Ace: And then, I was bored while waiting around for ya, so I asked them about Halloween in Briar Valley…

Ace: But then Sebek got all emotional, and was like, "There is nothing more terrifying!" or whatever.

Cater: Oooh, so Briar Valley's Halloween's that scary?

Cater: I hear that life in Briar Valley basically revolves around magic… Does that mean you guys put up all your decorations with magic, too?

Malleus: Indeed. A majority of the decorations are made with magic, yes. As for how terrifying it is, well, I would say that may differ on the person.

Ace: Seeee, so you guys are just scaredy-cats, huh?

Sebek: No, that's not true…!

Lilia: Kufufu. Regardless of whether Sebek is a "scaredy-cat" or not…

Lilia: It certainly is true that Halloween celebrations in Briar Valley are very different from here on campus.

Cater: Oooh, really? You know, your boy Cay-kun here really likes scary stories! Tell me some, Lilia-chan ♪

Lilia: Right. Well, let me thoroughly regale you some tales, as a knowledgeable ambassador of Briar Valley!

Part 1 (Part 2)

Requested by Anonymous.

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[eponymous-rose]

I was thinking about something that happened about ten years ago - I've talked about it here, but not for a while.

(tw: plane crash, death)

In college, I was close friends with a fellow student named Mike - we had all our classes together, we worked on every project together, we hung out at cafes and made big plans and drew comics in the margins of our notes to make each other laugh. He wanted nothing more than to be a pilot. The last time I saw him he and I and our group of friends were walking down some unused railroad tracks, knowing it was the end and we were all going our separate ways, excited and melancholy in equal measure.

I went off to grad school in 2010; he became a pilot. He flew supply runs in Antarctica, an absolute dream. He shared pictures of every flight he was on: spectacular vistas, impossibly remote places.

I moved to the U.S. in the fall of 2012 for my PhD. There I met some lovely people right off the bat; a somewhat intense woman who confessed to Facebook stalking me once she heard we were going to be in the same office, who introduced me to her awkward-but-sweet boyfriend, also in our graduate program, and promptly invited me to her birthday party to be held two weeks after meeting me. A quiet woman from Brazil who I uncharacteristically approached after class when I noticed she was looking a little down; we chatted and she confessed to feeling lost after moving so far from home, especially now that her husband had moved back. A cheerful woman with a bubbly personality who struck up a conversation with me as we walked between classes.

We realized our Brazilian classmate had never done a US-style pumpkin carving, so when Halloween rolled around I awkwardly invited everyone I'd met thus far to my apartment for just such an activity (where I met the bubbly woman's high school sweetheart, an entertainingly stoic contrast until we got to know each other better). I liked this group of friends, but I didn't know them particularly well, so when my birthday rolled around in January of 2013, I was a little hesitant when they announced they'd throw me a party, but I was cautiously looking forward to it.

Then I got word that a plane Mike was on had crashed in Antarctica.

At first, the news came through piecemeal - he might not have been on the plane, he was on the plane but they were pretty sure it had just made an emergency landing and due to weather they couldn't confirm, but then it was several days in a row of rescue missions being called off again and again due to dangerous weather. In the end, around midnight on my birthday while I was nervously messaging one of our mutual friends and refreshing the news pages, it was confirmed that the plane had been spotted and the crash was not survivable; not even his body could be recovered. I had to convey the news to my friend via text.

It was really devastating as my first (sadly not last) real experience with a death like that, inconceivable and impossible to prepare for and with so little closure. And then I got a message from my group of new friends - they knew what had happened and were okay with calling off the planned party that day, but if I was up for it, they wanted to see me and get me something good to eat and distract me for a few hours.

In spite of the voice inside that told me to wallow, I went. And - I tear up just thinking about it - laid out on the table at my friend's apartment was my name spelled out in cupcakes, with a little Canadian flag in a vase, and it was so cheesy and sweet and heartfelt that I couldn't help but be charmed, distracted from misery. We had a great evening! We ate great food and chatted long into the night.

And for that, and for so many other things, all of their names are engraved on the walls of my heart. I don't mean to make it sound transactional - they did this for me, I would do anything for them, that kind of thing. It's unconditional, it's a realization that near-strangers did something fundamentally kind and I have in turn been given the incredible gift, again and again, to do kind things for them in turn.

I've since been unfathomably lucky to have found another group of friends, the (in)famous Movie Night Crew, who similarly rescued me three years ago when Mom died and Hector died, and that's a story I can't tell yet because it still hurts. But I'm incredibly lucky. I just am.

That group of friends who sat around the table of cupcakes with me after Mike died are still very dear to me, and I'm leaving on Friday to attend one of their weddings (with the exception of the Brazilian woman who is on the other side of the planet being incredible, all the others will be there, including the bubbly woman and her stoic high school sweetheart, now married and part of my weekly D&D game!). As a shy and awkward kid, all I ever wanted was to be a good friend. To have been given these riches of opportunities to learn to be just that... I can't fathom how I got so lucky.

Sappy? Sure. But I hope everyone reading this gets a chance to find that kind of love. It radiates.

#eponymous text post tag

[a-driftamongopenstars]

I’m having some Crow drought this season. 🙁 can I request something with him please? I don’t have anything particular in mind so your choice. Thank you in advance! ♥️

Thank you for the prompt, I've been missing him as well and haven't written much with Crow lately either 🥺 here is a little something as I get in the FotL mood!

With only a few days left until the start of the Festival of the Lost, preparations are well under way. Garlands are transmatted from the storage, candles prepared, candy motes generated in plenty. Pumpkins are being carved by the Tower bots under a careful guidance of Eva Levante.

Crow can't help but feel infected by the fuss. And with some time on his hands, he wants to help.

He sits on a crate beside Eva, who is designing something intricate for the Festival goers. She would not tell Crow what it is, but he guesses it to be a piece of armour after a curious fashion, just another enticement for the Guardians.

"Careful with that laser, dear," she prompts Crow as his attention slips, nodding at the pumpkin in his lap. "Don't want to point it at your leg now, do you."

Crow smiles and redirects the laser to the pumpkin, carving a jagged edge of a grin on it. He has seen many designs that Eva has invented, and faithfully follows the look of a three-eyed face on a pumpkin in front of him.

Glint bobs over his shoulder peeking at the project.

"I like that," he says with a touch of pride and approval, ever affectionate of his Guardian.

"I never thought pumpkin carving is such an... intricate work. I appreciate your effort even more now, Eva."

She smiles and waves her hand at him dismissively, but she does look pleased.

"It is no bother, dear. I do so love it when the Tower is decorated! We must let our mind rest from the doomsday and focus on baubles and trinkets. Even the Commander gets a pumpkin for his office and a basket of candles."

As she winks, Crow chuckles and begins to carve out an eye on the pumpkin's purple rind. The another and one more, until three slightly uneven eyes stare at Crow and Glint, waiting to be lit up with candles.

"Why don't you take this one with you, dear?" Eva suggests, looking at Crow's work with a warm approving smile. "And if you need another, well, come by again and we'll set you up with another pumpkin."

Well-praised and with a sense of fulfillment, Crow leaves Eva with her army of pumpkin carving bots.

"Happy Hall Between," Glint whispers to Eva, before floating after his Guardian.

#just a silly little something #festival of the lost #destiny 2 #the crow #fanfiction #driftcreates

[fazfacts]

HALLOWEEN-THEMED FNAF STARTERS!

feel free to change these as needed!

🎃 SONGS 🎃

HALLOWEEN AT FREDDY'S

❝ It's Halloween at [__]! ❞

❝ All the guests have arrived. ❞

❝ Everyone's dying to meet you. ❞

❝ Won't you spend the night? ❞

❝ Join us. ❞

❝ There's no time to waste. ❞

❝ I hope you're ready. ❞

❝ Let's cut to the chase. ❞

❝ Don't trust a word they say. ❞

❝ Please try not to cry. ❞

❝ If he says "follow me," you'll never come back. ❞

❝ That's our kind of treat. ❞

❝ Doesn't that sound great? ❞

❝ New friends always run away. ❞

❝ All we want to do is play. ❞

❝ Won't you be the one to stay? ❞

❝ Take [their] ice cream and you will scream. ❞

❝ If you listened carefully, you might get out alive. ❞

COUNT THE WAYS

❝ I'll cut you into little bitty pieces! ❞

❝ I'm here to realize your wish from what I'm told. ❞

❝ You are trapped in here to play. ❞

❝ Either way, you'll end up choosing what I say. ❞

❝ Make your choice. ❞

❝ Let's have some fun. ❞

❝ Let me tell you all the things that I can do. ❞

❝ Now, let's get talking. ❞

❝ Electrocution seems enticing! ❞

❝ Electrocution seems enticing, but so is freezing in the cold! ❞

❝ Silly [__], why remorse? ❞

❝ Just let nature take its course. ❞

DREADED CROWN

❝ Alert the nation. ❞

❝ Keep it to yourselves. ❞

❝ This here's a warning to make the right choice. ❞

❝ [Their] intention is to destroy. ❞

❝ Don't be fooled. ❞

❝ Pick a fight and don't back down. ❞

❝ Not a single word. ❞

THE CURSE

❝ Who brought this curse upon my life? ❞

❝ I get so stuck inside my head. ❞

❝ I'm never getting out. ❞

❝ I'm never getting out alive. ❞

❝ I never learn. ❞

❝ Did [__] carve this pumpkin? ❞

❝ Where'd [they] put the knife? ❞

❝ Will this room be my coffin? ❞

❝ The power is out. ❞

❝ Fear comes with a cost. ❞

❝ Over and over and over, I watch. ❞

TEMPERATURE

❝ I've got tricks up my sleeve. ❞

❝ It's not a night you're gonna wanna leave. ❞

❝ [We] just wanna leave. ❞

❝ Keep your eyes swift. ❞

❝ I stand between you and your plan. ❞

❝ Your final days are grim. ❞

❝ Killing you's my favorite kind of sin. ❞

❝ I'm gonna burn it all down. ❞

❝ I'll burn this whole place down. ❞

❝ I've got my eye on you. ❞

❝ I'm a nightmare. ❞

❝ I never play fair. ❞

❝ I just wanna burn you alive. ❞

❝ Never double-cross me. ❞

❝ Hope you're not afraid of the dark. ❞

🎃 DIALOGUE 🎃

FNAF 4 // HALLOWEEN DLC

❝ What did [they] do this time? ❞

❝ Don't be scared. I am here with you. ❞

❝ [They] won't stop until you find [them]. ❞

❝ Tomorrow is another day. ❞

❝ Too bad! ❞

❝ [They] left without you. ❞

❝ You are right beside the exit. If you run, you can make it. ❞

❝ If you run, you can make it. ❞

❝ It's too late. ❞

❝ You know what will happen if [they] catch you! ❞

❝ You have to be strong. ❞

❝ [They] hate you. ❞

❝ NO! Don't you remember what you saw? ❞

❝ No one else is scared! Why are you? ❞

❝ Stop being such a baby! ❞

❝ Are you going to the party? ❞

❝ Be careful. ❞

❝ Please let me out. ❞

❝ Can you hear me? ❞

❝ ...I'm sorry. ❞

❝ We are still your friends. ❞

❝ Do you still believe that? ❞

❝ We are still your friends. Do you still believe that? ❞

❝ I will put you back together. ❞

FNAF WORLD // UPDATE 2

❝ It wasn't supposed to be like this. Now it's all a mess. ❞

❝ Now there is only one thing to do. ❞

❝ I'm impressed. ❞

❝ What are you doing here? Can't you see that I'm busy? ❞

❝ I didn't know what else to do. ❞

❝ I don't want to disappoint people. ❞

❝ My mind isn't right. ❞

❝ I've made something terrible. ❞

❝ I'm sorry. ❞

❝ Welcome back! I hope you are ready for even more adventure! ❞

❝ Look, is it okay if we just cut the crap here? ❞

❝ What are you even doing here? ❞

❝ I've already put in my application at the Fazburger down the street. ❞

❝ Go find yourself a nice indie horror game. Get some hot chocolate. I don't care. ❞

❝ Get lost. ❞

❝ Let's start with something simple! ❞

❝ I have faith in you! ❞

❝ You can do it! ❞

❝ Aww, don't give up! ❞

❝ You'll get it eventually. ❞

❝ Is this your first time playing a video game? ❞

❝ Keep up the good work, sport! ❞

❝ Awww! It's so cute when kids try to play games! ❞

❝ Wow! What a moron. ❞

❝ You suck! ❞

❝ You still suck! ❞

❝ Aww, I'm laughing at you, not with you. ❞

❝ Um, learn to play? ❞

❝ Ha! Poser! ❞

❝ Get some skills and call me in the morning. ❞

❝ Dumbass. ❞

❝ I'm losing patience with you! ❞

❝ This is your last chance! ❞

❝ I'm gonna kill you!! ❞

❝ Didn't your mommy ever tell you that you can't kill a rainbow? ❞

❝ The next time you see a rainbow in the sky, that is ME, coming to your house! ❞

❝ What's this, a space shooter? ❞

❝ Holy crap! Is that my voice!? ❞

❝ Sorry I'm late for the party. Fashionably late, of course! ❞

❝ Do a barrel roll! ...Sorry, I'm not sure what came over me. ❞

❝ You won't get tired of my voice, will you? ❞

❝ At least I went down in a blaze of glory! ❞

❝ You haven't seen the last of me! ❞

❝ ...Well, actually, yes, this is the last you'll see of me. ❞

FNAF VR // CURSE OF DREADBEAR

❝ Now, let's get to work. ❞

❝ Well done. ❞

❝ Let's see how you did. ❞

❝ Perhaps the instructions were not clear. ❞

❝ Perhaps you should seek employment elsewhere. ❞

❝ Good enough. ❞

❝ Animatronic engineering is just that simple. ❞

❝ The real treasure was friendship all along! ❞

❝ Happy birthday! ❞

❝ Today we are using science to pervert the mysteries of life and re-animate the inanimate. ❞

❝ It's customary to give a melodramatic speech. ❞

❝ Go on, I'll wait. ❞

❝ I made it myself. ❞

❝ No one suspects anything. ❞

❝ Don't worry, I'll be ready, and I won't let you down. ❞

❝ It will be fun. ❞

#fnaf rp memes #rp memes #rp prompts #sentence starters #technically like. half of these are recycled...and the dialogue doesnt change in f.naf 4...but listen #it's all halloween if you have the spirit

[mickmundy]

I just realized I've never posted these here! ;_; This was from last year's bushmedicine week, hosted yearly right here on tumblr! I'm eagerly anticipating this year's prompts, but until then, have some older ficlets to tide you over while we celebrate #bushmedbday!

Day 1: Battlefield Feelings Battlefields and feelings, notoriously, do not mix. No, they shouldn’t. But that doesn���t mean that feelings can’t find a way to be precisely where they shouldn’t be.

Day 2: Nested Birds “Guten morgen, my darling,” Medic murmured, striding over to the minute breakfast table and putting on his glasses, running a hand through his own hair that was messy with sleep, and from being… tugged on. A lot.

Day 3: Saws and Shanks Grace came naturally to Medic, Sniper thought, anyway, and watching him use such a weapon - be it in the heat of battle or in more domestic settings like this - was something he never tired of.

Day 4: Dark Duties There was a darkness to the doctor, thunderclouds rolling beneath his muscles that struck enemies harshly and cruelly; Sniper found himself entranced, when he’d let himself look and want.

Day 5: Trick and Treat “Vampires are known to be most unpredictable!” Medic giggled, baring his teeth in a playful hiss as Sniper smirked and stalked closer, even more slowly. “Yeah, heh, I know the type.” Sniper quipped with an equally-playful growl.

Day 6: Pumpkin Carving “Sorry we didn’t do this in your lab, dovey. Could’a used some of your fancy toys,” Sniper ventured as the small camper began to smell of toasted pumpkin seeds.

Day 7: All Dressed Up "His infirmary, turned into a cozy den of romance, delicious-smelling food waiting to be devoured… and speaking of in danger of being devoured… the real treat of this whole thing was Sniper himself."

#bushmedbday #bushmedicine #tf2 #medic #sniper #sorry this is getting All the tags bc i never posted it on here lsdkfmskdmf #medsnip #dutchfoolery

[ryeriy]

masterpiece

warnings: carving with knives (pumpkin carving)

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"Why are there pumpkins on the table?" Adam asked while walking over. "Because I bought them," I said. I was sitting in the living room watching TV. "Well obviously. But why did you buy them?" He asked. "For decor." He let out a laugh. "You realize pumpkins can't be house decor, right? They're gonna rot!" He exclaimed at me while laughing. He thinks I'm that dumb. "You seriously think I'm that dumb?" I got up from the kitchen to find Adam staring at the two pumpkins I had bought. Staring at what to do with them. "Well, of course not." He said. "Well maybe you shouldn't underestimate me then!" I exclaimed at him while laughing.

I'm a sophomore at Ohio State University. Adam recently got drafted to the Bluejackets this year. It worked out perfectly for us. I was already going to school here and he now works here. We'd been dating before I went to college. We started dating right before our freshman year of college. I was originally going to go to Michigan but Ohio had a better program for what I wanted to do than Michigan. Now that he's here it's better. Adam only moved here a few months ago. When I found out he got drafted to Columbus of course, I offered him to come live with me in my apartment. He'd been only living with me for a few months now but I've tried to make the most of it by making him feel welcomed. So having pumpkins to carve is a start. Especially with his season starting soon. I want to have some fun with him before we both get busy.

"We're going to carve them, dumbie," I said while grabbing the two knives I bought to carve the pumpkins. "This is going to get real messy then," Adam said while looking at me and letting out a laugh. "Well, I didn't think about that okay Albert Einstein," I said. We both couldn't stop laughing at each other. At this rate, the pumpkins would just become decor. We both pulled out our phones going onto Google and Pinterest. Searching for ideas of what to do. I decided on a basic Hello Kitty design while Adam chose the classic jack-o-lantern look.

Now, was the messy part. We both took off the top of the pumpkin. Adam went over to one of the cabinets and grabbed a big bowl. "We can put the guts in here." He said. Placing down the bowl in between the two of us. We both started to take out the guts and throw them into the bowl. "There's so much!" It felt like it was never going to end with the amount that was coming out. "Have you ever carved a pumpkin?" Adam said jokingly while laughing. "When I was little!" I laughed back at him. By now we were almost done with the guts and removing the seeds. "Are you almost done?" He asks. "Yeah, are you?" I asked back. "Mhmhm." He said back while taking the last few guts he had left out of the pumpkin.

The two of us started carving after twenty minutes. It took us so long to take out the guts. Too long. We both went in different directions on how we carved them. He was going the classic way, and I'm trying something harder. I think it's going to look cute though. Adam's is almost done and I'm not far behind him. I only had a few more things to do but he had to do less. "What are you even making?" I laugh for a moment. "It's hello kitty!" "Oh, now I see it! Sort of?" He said jokingly. "Oh my god, stop that!" I said while laughing as I playfully softly pushed him.

Both of us continued to finish up our pumpkins we were getting ready to put the candle inside to glow it up. "Yours doesn't look too bad. It's cute." Adam said as he placed a kiss on my head. "Aw, you're so sweet," I said while smiling up at him. He smiled back as he grabbed his phone out of his pocket to take a photo of his pumpkin. "Here I want one with you and yours. Then we can do the opposite." He said. I walked next to my pumpkin, picked it up, and stood next to it smiling at the camera. I put it down as I grabbed my phone and did the same. Took a photo of mine followed by one of Adam and his. "These are going on Christmas cards for sure," I said jokingly. "100%" Adam replied.

31 days of Halloween

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[such-a-barbarian]

Tag Game Wednesday!

Thanks for the tags @mybrainismelted! It's been a hot minute since I've done a tag game!

Name: Kell

Age: I couldn't be any more millennial if I tried.

Favorite color: green

What emoji best describes your current mood? 🤨 coworkers, am I right?

What season is it where you are right now? Fall and I am very happy about it!

Were you up before or after the sun this morning? before

Are you currently in possession of a pumpkin? yes, l think we have like 6 because I had a hard time saying no to my kids when we were at the pumpkin patch last weekend. Tiny children holding tiny pumpkins is really cute OK! lol

Do you prefer to carve or paint your jack-o-lanterns? Carve. I have never and will never paint a pumpkin.

Do you have a favorite pumpkin-spice flavored treat? If so, what is it? does pumpkin pie count? Or is that just THE pumpkin spice thing? IDK. If I can't pick pie, then I make a mean pumpkin cookie!

What's your favorite season and what's your favorite pie that you associate with it? Fall and pumpkin, because obviously!

We're having a pot-luck, what are you going to bring? my mom's taco dip or my grandma's sweet and sour meatballs or my uncle's beans. Depends on the event!

It's chilly outside and you need a hot drink in your hands, what are you drinking? either a chai latte or a london fog or if I'm feeling extra special a hot chocolate.

Will you be wearing a costume for Halloween? Is it ready? Always! We are going as Bluey family at the request of my 3.5 year old. I've DIY's them all. I am very close to being done. I'm just waiting on the sweatshirt for my costume to arrive to finish up! Here’s the kiddos Bluey and Bingo costumes!

Finally, what's something you've made or done recently that you're proud of? I'm pretty happy with how the above costumes turned out!

Let’s see I’ll tag @juliakayyy @jrooc @iansw0rld @tanktopgallavich @krystallouwho and @lupeloto

[wildtornado-o]

Marked down a lot of Roman Holiday scenes during my reread, I love this book so much.. (all ones that just made me smile asdhfksd) and I wanted to share them <3 (under a read more)

"Roman squeezed Melanie's hand reassuringly. He needed her and her sister to remain calm"

"She held up her screen to show him a drawing of an evil, grinning face, carved into a pumpkin 'I like his attitude, you can do that?'"

"No one had ever given him a gift before, either. What were you supposed to say when someone did something nice for you? 'Well. Thanks.'"

"She made a finger gun with her free hand and pointed it at him. He laughed. 'You got me!'"

Asking about Neo's school lol "'So, how was school?' He asked. 'Learn anything?'"

"'More specifically, this this for you,' he said. Neo took the box delicately from him. She weighed it in her hands. She shook it. She pressed her ear against it. 'Don't worry, it isn't flowers.' She stuck her tongue out at him. 'Go ahead. Open it.' He sat on a stool by the counter and watched as she untied the string and peeled off the brown paper. Inside was a pink cardboard box. She shot him another glance. He spun his seat around 'It's really not flowers.' She lifted the lid off the box and rummaged around in the pink and white tissue paper before she found what was inside. Her eyes went round like saucers and she hopped up and down. Then she pulled out a parasol."

"She slashed it back and forth in the air, with a rapturous expression on her face. 'i can tell you hate it,' Roman said. Neo sheathed her weapon and leaned on it with her hand, placing the other over her heart. 'Don't get mushy on me,' he said gruffly."

"'These aren't mine, officer. I've never seen them before in my life!' She pulled a hanger off the rack and held it out to him. It was a long white suit jacket with red lining and gold buttons. It was just his style and just his size. She held up another hanger with a black shirt and pants and a gray scarf.- 'You made me a new outfit?' he asked. She nodded."

"'It looks good,' Roman said. Neo pouted. 'Great actually. Really nice work. We look like quite a team. She snapped her fingers, skipped away and returned with his bowler hat. She reached into a pouch and drew out a red feather, which she stuck in the brim. 'Just a regular feather this time, yeah?' he asked. (he def knew that she put a tracker in it again sdhfs) She smiled innocently, then rose on her tiptoes and placed it on his head. He sighed. 'Your talents are being wasted with me. I might just regret leading you down a path of crime.' Her look said Don't flatter yourself. "

The Doom Cannon.

Her throwing away all the one person jobs <3

"He was basically the only thing that mattered to her in the world right now, and she wasn't going to lose him, too"

"Neo blinked back tears and hugged Roman. 'Hey. Don't wrinkle the suit.' But he put a hand on her head and over her shoulder, and that felt more like home than that house and her parents had in a long time."

"Neo put a hand on Roman's arm and shook her head. He's not a criminal; he's my friend. Well, I guess he's both."

"Her father threw up his hands. 'Do you know what she wants to say?' he asked Roman. 'I do, actually.' Roman looked at her fondly. 'I'm surprised you don't.'"

"He's my friend. A real friend."

"'You were a cute kid. What happened to you?' Neo sighed. 'I'm kidding. Come on, you're usually the fun one. Being back here really bothers you, huh?'" He's so good at reading her

"From this angle, she saw that Roman was similarly paralyzed on the couch, a look of concern frozen on his face. Concern for her."

"Neo looked back at him and cracked a smile. He caught a lock of her hair and showed it to her. It was white. 'This is new. It suits you.'"

"-I mean, I'm still not interested in having a sidekick--' she glowered. 'But I couldn't ask for a better partner' Neo leaned over and kissed Roman on the cheek. His face went red. It was fun to mess with him sometimes. She tousled his hair for good measure. He needed a new hat. 'Stooop,' he said, pulling away."

#Roman is literally such a sweetie #Constantly trying to make her laugh and smile <3 #they are besties your honour <3 #Roman 'The last thing he wanted was to be responsible for some kid' Torchwick #Immediately becomes responsible for some kid #Roman Torchwick #Neopolitan #Neopolitan RWBY #RWBY Neo #RWBY Roman Holiday #Roman Holiday #talking #long post #sorry about any typos I did this by hand

[jakeenglishapologist]

Why are you so insane about pumpkins ? (genuine question)

short answer: i am unwell

long answer: so much of the media i have engaged with since i was a preteen has somehow involved pumpkins. the pumpkins are never just like, irrelevant background props. they are nearly always some form of extended metaphor, jungian analsysis, deeper meaning in the text. at this point, i feel like the pumpkin is not just a motif i am drawn to (i don't know there's going to be pumpkins!) but i see it everywhere.

isn't the pumpkin an interesting sort of gourd. it's so american, they didn't have it in europe and they brought it over and it was this sort of fantastical creation so they put it in fairy stories, they replaced the humble turnip carving samhain tradition with jack-o-lanterns. pumpkin patches, pumpkin spice, pumpkin terms of whimsical endearment. pumpkins are nostalgia (even when they are not part of your culture, not really) pumpkins are synonymous with fairytales and trick or treat and childhood.

interesting concept about homestuck really. pumpkin? what pumpkin? was there ever a pumpkin? who has the right to pumpkins in homestuck and who does not? who has the ability to covet pumpkins in homestuck? who hoards, who denies, who tries and never succeeds to possess a pumpkin. i've seen people call the pumpkin motif in homestuck a metaphor for childbirth but it's a more general semiotic icon of "the child" or childhood imo. which can also encompass childbirth of course, but i just think it's broader

if you're here because you have seen me ramble about ouran or something, i think the pumpkin carriage in ouran is reasonably self explanatory. it too is about childhood, nostalgia for something that doesn't exist/hasn't ended yet-- the carriage is also representative of the story structure and everyone's place in it. basically it's jungian analysis and kind of ribbing on the theory of collective unconsciousness (kaoru is reading ego and unconsciousness in the previous episode to the halloween one, fyi, which refers to both this metaphor and uh his whole deal in general)

ALSO Yayoi Kusama's pumpkins. the pumpkin as a motif in japan is also very interesting, bc i obviously come at it from a european perspective so that's something i'd like to look at. i saw one of her installations a few months back and there is nothing that sets off the autism like a 20 foot tall inflatable pumpkin. what she has to say about them:

i am looking at doing an academic paper on the position of the pumpkin as a metaphorical framework in european fairy stories 18th century + but i'm still researching. that's irrelevant to any of the media i've mentioned above, but my hypothesis is similar. we associate pumpkins with children because of fairy stories (and halloween) but why was the pumpkin chosen? because it was a foreign import food? so was the potato. what was so interesting about the pumpkin. how has the pumpkin entered the semiotic lexicon

or do we still assosciate pumpkins with children, or has the pumpkin spice starbucks millenial autumnal vibes aesthetic swayed it to a more disney adult in upstate new york kind of gourd?

many such cases. you Will regret asking me this. apologies for this stream of consciousness but if i was going to write something more intelligent about this i would have to self-cite later on and it would be a whole nusiance you know

[phanfictioncatalogue]

Fics Named After Foods (3) Masterlist

part one, part two

All It Took Was Ice Cream (ao3) - ExclusiveGorgeousGeek

Summary: Dan buys Phil some ice cream and things get a little....messy.

Apple of His Eye (ao3) - sundaechii

Summary: Floor 6 is a restricted floor with one security personnel that changes every few days. Everyone says that it is haunted and Dan and his friends made a mistake of going there.

Better Than Pizza - camisadan

Summary: Dan and Phil are sitting in their lounge doing their own thing, when Phil surprises Dan by kissing him, and one thing leads to another.

Cake (deviantart) - CassieTellsYourFate

Summary: Phil learns his lesson, never eat Dan’s cake

Cake In The Face - dxnhowell

Summary: It’s Dan and Phil’s wedding, and they have a little too much fun with the wedding cake, and forget that their friends and family are watching them.

Cereal (ao3) - nolifetrash

Summary: Dan punishes Phil for stealing so much of his cereal...

Cherry Pie (ao3) - GoodGollyMissYollie

Summary: Dan and Phil are on a plane with Ed Sheeran.

Cherry on Top - adayinthelifeofphan

Summary: Dan and Phil meet for the first time (set in 2009).

Chocolate - mermaidstailonmyface

Summary: possessiveness/collaring, Dan and Phil have a three-way with chocolate sauce.

Easter Candy - dxnhowell

Summary: Dan and Phil take their son Noah to an Easter egg hunt for the first time, and aren’t surprised when at the end of the day, he has a tummy ache from eating all of his candy. Plus, a kickthestickz appearance.

Ice Cream and Jealousy (ao3) - thatonereallyweirdlesbian

Summary: Dan and Phil go into an ice cream shop where Dan meets his ex, Chris. Phil isn't happy.

Midnight Milkshakes (ao3) - thelandofphan

Summary: "Well, this is a different first date," Dan initiated as they began to follow the sodden pathway ahead, "I turned up late, looking like a tramp then we ditched the original plan and now I've stolen your beanie when we've only just met. Sorry." He concluded, sucking his lip nervously, peering towards Phil.

Mint Chocolate Dick - chocolatesaucelester

Summary: Dan works at a small ice cream shop: one day Phil comes in and orders a vanilla ice cream cone, the seductively licks it and stuff - and then blows Dan in the back.

Nutella (ao3) - hshoecrab

Summary: Phil comes home to find a needy Dan and an open jar of Nutella.

Piece of Cake - linguistphil

Summary: If there was one thing Dan loved to do with Phil (besides sex, obviously) it was making bets.

Pumpkin Carving & Proposals - dxnhowell

Summary: It’s two days before Halloween, and Phil wants to carve pumpkins with Dan, but not for the reasons you would think.

Pumpkin Spice (ao3) - ThoughtaThought

Summary: Winter 2009

Something's Fishy Here (ao3) - emptyswimmingpools

Summary: In which PJ owns a restaurant, Dan just really needs to keep his job as a waiter there, Phil is a customer, and a lot of puns are made.

Something Sweet (ao3) - jfcmartin

Summary: Dan, Chris, and PJ celebrate Chris’ birthday in a fancy restaurant that gives cakes to customers on their birthdays, or maybe when the customer is cute.

Strawberries & Chocolate (fanfiction.net) - uhnonniemiss

Summary: Fem!Phan. Pippa thinks her sex life with Danni has lost its spark, so Danni decides to spice it up a little.

Toffee Sauce (ao3) - goldfishsunglasses

Summary: Dan thinks they're shooting a baking video, but Phil has other ideas

vanilla softserve sort of day (ao3) - zsunsetz

Summary: dan doesn't want to go outside today, but when his best friend and crush phil lester turns up at his doorstep...well, he had to change his plans a little

#phanfictioncatalogue #phanfiction #phanfic #phan #masterlists #food tw #food #food masterlist

[hellas-himself]

ZevWarden Week 2022 Day 7: Seasons

Ahh and here we are at the end. @zevraholics thank you again for hosting this. I've enjoyed writing for it as much as I've enjoyed reading everyone's work and seeing their beautiful art. This one's very short but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless!

Fall 

Zevran was not fond of the cold. But there was something to be said about the way Leliel walked around with no cloak, basking in the cool autumn breeze. She enjoyed the crunch of leaves beneath her boots, and bringing Zevran what she considered ‘the prettiest’ leaf she could find. The most recent leaf was almost red in color. 

Did he keep them all pressed in a leather bound journal? 

That was no one else’s business but his own. 

He watched her dance around a fire, joining her until she kissed him. She tasted of brown sugar and cinnamon, of the spiced drink she had asked him to try. They carved a pumpkin together, Zevran unable to keep from laughing at Leliel’s disgust at removing the insides. She fell in love with a black cat and wanted so badly to keep it, but began to sneeze. Eyes red and itching, she had to let it go. 

Winter

He hated the cold. He hated being stuck indoors because of snow, of slipping on ice and touching cold floors when he woke up in the morning. But Leliel loved the cold. Loved being stuck inside as long as it was with him, under the covers or by the fire. She tried skating over ice but fell so much it put her in a foul mood.

The first snow of the season brought her joy and he found he loved the way her eyes sparkled as the snowflakes fell. He didn’t mind the cold if he was outside with her. He remembered it was Alistair that had shown her what a snowball was and since then, she never failed to start a snowball fight with him and their friends. He loved the way her nose and cheeks were flushed under all the layers she wore.  

And when the longest night of the year came upon them, he stayed up all night with her, waiting for the sun. It was something to marvel at, how much she delighted in something that happened everyday. He couldn’t fathom watching the world change from a window high in a tower. So he watched the rising of the sun utterly captivated by her and her smile, at the excitement she felt. 

Spring

Spring in Ferelden was still too cold for Zevran’s liking. But it was sunnier for longer in the day. They could do away with the layers of clothes and spend more time outdoors. That was, if the rains let up. But even that his warden loved. Back during the days they traveled across Ferelden to stop the Blight, she would dance in the rain or just stand there, looking up to the sky. Even that had been denied to her, the simple misfortune of getting caught in the rain and in that, he could not fault her. 

She loved to pick flowers and worry pretty rocks in her hand. Leliel loved waking up to birdsong each morning and breathing in the crisp, clean air.  Leliana had taught her how to weave crowns of flowers and rings made of grass. They were fragile and fleeting, but so precious to him he wore them with the same pride he wore gold and gems. 

Zevran had been nervous to give her flowers at first. Was it too much? Would she reject him, too? There hadn’t even been pretty roses to give her, either. So when Wynne had asked him to fetch her some blood lotus, Zevran decided to keep one for himself. It wasn’t the prettiest flower, but it was a flower still. He couldn’t even remember what words he’d mumbled to her before presenting the blood lotus to her. But she’d smiled, blushing so prettily before accepting it, admiring it as if she were holding rubies in her hands. Leliel had thanked him and became so shy, even going as far as kissing him on the cheek. 

And years later, Zevran did his best to find a different flower for her. Surprising her when he could, just to see her smile. The first time she had given him flowers, Zevran hadn’t known what to do with himself. He understood then, her reaction to the blood lotus. How sweet and thoughtful the gesture was. 

Summer 

Verano! Zevran’s favorite time of year. Though Ferelden’s summer was lacking, and was cold in some places, he found it more agreeable than the rest of the year. The first summer they spent in Antiva, Zevran had told Leliel of all the things they’d do together, the food they would eat. The music and dance. 

And yet… 

Where others became saddened in the darkness and cold of winter, it was the complete opposite for Leliel. He had no words to express what it meant for her to want to join him, because he loved summer and she wanted to love it, too. And she did enjoy their outings, the festivals and lighter clothing. She enjoyed walking through the markets or bathing in a river. But he noticed how the long days and heat wore her out, left her melancholy and at times irritable. 

But the first time he brought her to the beach, it was like magic. She had never seen the ocean like this, the clear water and near white sand. She had never picked seashells before or bathed in the sun utterly bare save for the gold rings and bracelets that adorned her. He loved the way her skin deepened in color in mere hours under the sun. He loved how freely she laughed and how playful she became. 

Sandcastles and being buried in the sand, swimming in the water and laughing when the waves sent them crashing onto shore. Things he had not done since he was a child, but had never enjoyed as much as he did then with her. 

#zevwarden week 2022 #seasons #zevran x leliel #zevran x warden #leliel surana #zevran x f!warden #zevran arainai

[keefwho]

October 21 - 2023 Saturday

10:45am

My life doesn't have to be a tragedy.

12:27pm

I find myself doing a lot of talking here and not enough doing. Thats always been the problem. Thats what I'm doing right now, I'm basically just here to complain about the same old feelings and problems again. Not that they are especially acute right now. It just gets agonizing living in the same self made minor hell. It's like I'm never truly happy or I never truly feel secure. There's always something eating away at me, a feeling of dread and failure. Maybe I base my self opinion too much on what I'm doing and not enough on how hard I'm trying. And maybe I'm also not trying hard enough, not enough to make me proud of myself. Really all I can do it my best but I'm not even doing that right now. I'm wallowing, I wallow a lot. I want to be sad and helpless because deep down it's how I've learned to get the human connection I crave. But it doesn't even give me that, it gives me sympathy that I can't even appreciate because I'm literally not trying to get out of it. Even when I'm brutally honest with myself about this fact, I keep doing it. Thats what makes me feel like I'm broken. I know the problem but I haven't been able to make it go away. It's like I can't change. But I know if I keep trying, something will click.

I just took a hit and I'm going to do Inktober while it kicks in. Then I planned to play Legendary Tales until I sober up. This is something I wanted to do yesterday, I want to get immersed in this game for awhile. I think it'll be fun. I want this.

Also I admit this time I'm getting high because I'm trying to avoid my feelings right now. I shouldn't do that and don't intend to make a habit out of it. I'm just trying not to do the same thing I do every weekend.

12:01am

This morning I woke up with Daisy in call. It didn't last long though, she had to do some chores on her own. Right after, I showered and made sausage with rice, an oatmeal cookie, and a pear cup for breakfast. After that mom took me to Seeley to pick up a pumpkin at the store. I also got a meat stick and some gummy worms. And chips. I fumbled at the checkout multiple times but I didn't feel too awkward about it, they were honest mistakes and I was just trying to figure out what I did wrong. That cashier wasn't having it though, I'm upset I had to be "that" customer.

When I got home I took a small hit and did Inktober which it hit in the middle of. I had planned to dungeon crawl and I did but I spent a good half hour watching a youtube video about exploring dead games. When I did dungeoning I hung out in David's server and listened to them talk about drama that happened last night were someone had snapped at everyone and it was apparently a very big deal. I didn't really say anything, I was just there. I got off to make homemade soup for lunch which turned out good, 6/10 at least. Daisy was free towards the end of that so we hung out until I was done eating and carved pumpkins together. We watched Over the Garden Wall while carving. I attempted nightmare moon's moon and Daisy did a generic celestial design. Her's turned out great, mine was very rough. Mom was even questioning what it was supposed to be. Maybe tomorrow I can tidy it up with this machine mom has that's like a drill so I can smooth out the inner edges. When we were done she went to pick up her mom at the airport. I opened a drink and watched twitch/played TOTK untill she got back. I switched over to dungeoning and we hung out until bedtime.

Today I felt very depressed and was worried it would affect others, thats why I didn't speak in the group VC earlier. I also didn't want to affect Daisy's night so I didn't say anything about it. All day though I just wanted to talk about it because I feel insecure. I want to make sure I'm accepted even when I'm depressed about dumb things even though I know the answer already. Maybe I'm just farming sympathy though. I try not to bring anything up unless it's prompted. I'm just so out of touch with myself lately. I don't understand myself so I fail to understand others. I lowkey hate myself so I lowkey hate others. I feel alone because I am, I'm locked in my own mind behind my own defense mechanisms. I always feel like talking about it will make it better, especially with the person it directly effects. But I'm not sure it does, at least for very long. I'm always afraid I'm only doing damage to the relationship like I subconsciously try to do constantly. Is this just another way to intentionally destroy everything?

#journal #diary

[intemperanceeee]

the almost apology

I started to write an email but then i wasnt sure if i wanted to send it. I'm going to test it out here and see how i feel about it.

Dear Mer,

I have had some time to process our last meeting. you know the one, where you insisted that we meet so that you could apologize to me for all of your behavior.

if you stop reading here: know this, i am so upset and disappointed by how that went. I know that you think it went okay, but it was not.

i feel worse than before, when we were in limbo and you hadnt spoken to me since the concert incident. you know the one, where you got so drunk that you couldnt function in the middle of the pit, and were carried out by EMS, but not before insisting that i come with you. Effectively getting me also kicked out of the concert as well. Remember that? do you? do you even know what you did? i'm not sure, because when we met for you to apologize, all i got was "i'm so sorry for putting you through that". I have no idea how you thought that was an acceptable apology. You need to articulate what you're apologizing for, and we both know there was a lot more that you needed to apologize for than just the concert incident. You have treated me like a doormat for years. You have used me, talked down to me, made me feel like i knew nothing, was nothing, and had nobody but you. Being your friend was traumatizing. It was co dependency. It was hard for me to exist without you. It still is. When i go out now, if i run into anyone, they ask where you are, and i have to battle with my brain on whether i tell them what happened or not. But either way, the mention of you nearly ruins my night. It sucks. I am constantly reminded of how we were basically joined at the hip for years. people equated you with me, we were one in the same. you were my person. and i was yours. sort of.

You met me at that park to apologize. Because jake told you to. Not because you thought of it yourself. You didnt even try anything before that to mend our friendship. It was like you didnt care, but i know that you care, you just shut down and left the situation the way it was. You assumed that if you did nothing, the problem would go away. You think that about everything. That's why you dip out at parties when you get too messed up, why you never apologize for anything, or acknowlege that other people have helped you when you were too messed up to finish your job, or get home. You just coast and assume that it will all work out without you having to do anything, and if it doesnt work out, then you ignore it until it goes away. You cant keep doing that with everything. i've seen you do this with everything else in your life and i never thought you would do it to me.

I told you that i wouldnt deal with you while you still drank. I said it was the final straw, i wrote you that letter and you signed it. You signed it in front of me and cried. You said you would try. You made it barely a week before you started drinking again RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME. In case you forgot - it was when we went to the pumpkin carving party, and i went outside to take a call. I came back in and you had ordered a beer. That is when i decided that i was going to move out and buy my own place. And you were not welcome. Were you really so surprised that i was serious? Is that why you told people that i was abandoning you, that i was going to let you move in with me and rent out my spare room, or that i was going to find someone to live in my room while you stayed in yours? We never discussed any of those things, but you felt the need to tell everyone we knew about how i was the villain because i was dumping you like trash. That is unfair and you know it.

I was finally doing something good for myself, and you felt the need to make it about you. You literally gave me the "i'm so happy for you, truly, but i just feel so blindsided by this". As if i didnt tell you in NOVEMBER that you had until the end of March to find a new place. I made that so clear. I'm not in charge of understanding things for you. I moved out, i bought a place and you got an apartment by yourself. I tried to distance our friendship a little because i needed space. But i wanted to still be there for you. I just really needed to take care of myself and be serious about my move, considering it was a huge step in my relationship. I expected so much more from you, and i guess that was my fault for expecting too much from you, when you have time and time again shown me that you are incapable of doing more than that - because you are stuck being drunk and/or hungover 100% of the time.

You are paralyzed by alcohol and you always will be until you get completely sober. you cannot drink socially or "sometimes". you cannot regulate your intake. you cannot be a moderate drinker, or a normal drinker. Every day you continue drinking, you're killing yourself. you're also making your friends' lives hell. It sucks being around you when you drink. You are always a liability. Because when you walk into a room with the people who know you the most, and you start drinking, there's a silent agreement between the people in the room that one of us is going to have to take care of you or help you in the inevitable crisis. Now i know... you're going to say "i always get myself home, i'm always fine... blah blah blah" well to that i say: Bullshit. complete bullshit. yeah, you pour yourself into your own uber plenty of times, and you physically make it home. sure. but you also make EVERYONE worry about you when you do that. that's the best case scenario. the worst cases are the ones where you need help standing up, and someone has to physically carry you into your apartment. or when you let a random person you dont know bring you home and then something bad happens. or you lose your keys and you end up on somebody's couch. or when you lose both your phone and your keys when i'm out of town and you're supposed to be watching my dog. you know, all of these things that DO and HAVE happened when you drink. Things that wouldnt have happened if you werent 18 sheets to the wind every fucking night. You made me feel unsafe in my own home because of all of this. THAT is what i wanted apologies for. I wanted apologies for all of it.

You met me at that park and the only thing you could muster was "i'm so sorry" and when i asked "for what", you couldnt even come up ANY specific examples. You didnt prepare for this apology at all. I had this conversation in my head for months. I went through all of the scenarios on the things i wanted to say when you finally apologized. When i walked my dog, in that very same park, i had these conversations in my head countless times. I thought about how it would go, what i would say to you, what i thought you would say to me and my responses to that. You fell so short of my expectations and I am left just broken and disappointed. I cant imagine how you think our talk went well. you barely said "i'm sorry" and then you ranted about your scummy boyfriend for the rest of the time. I also want to note that i knew you had been drinking before our meeting. I'm also not sure that the coffee cup you were drinking from didnt have alcohol in it. I know you didnt quit. I know that day was your day off. And i know that your hands werent shaky, so you were drinking. I knew, and that's why i basically let you talk the whole time. I discovered years ago that you are not worth talking to when you're drinking. Nothing sticks, nothing stays on your brain like this, and you melt into an agreeable piece of shit that doesnt mean what she says and cannot tell the truth to save her life.

I do not accept your apology.

We are not okay.

Call me when you get sober.

Cristina

#al anon #alcoholic #breakup #substance abuse