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Sylvia Plath, from Notes, 1957: Dialogue Over a Ouija Board
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🍁 Autumn & Halloween Prompt List 🎃
It's about to get spoopy up in here. We wanted to do something special not only to celebrate everyone's favorite season but also to honor the amazing writers and creators on Tumblr.
Most of us are creators of some kind — whether that be writers, gifmakers, or artists — and this time of year is hard. We start running into fatigue + the scariest thing during the whole Halloween season: creator's block.
✨ Cue the prompt list ✨
This prompt list is split into three groups: dialogue, scenario, and NSFW prompts. Each section has 31 prompts which are sorted with more general autumn themes first and Halloween-specific prompts after that.
A HUGE HUGE thank you to Shawni (@austin-butlers-gf), Sage (@fangirlwithasweettooth), Kenzie (@fangirl-imagines), & Gabby (@dontbesussis) for helping to create this lovely list!
Feel free to reblog + use for whatever it is that you create and post here on Tumblr! Happy Halloween and enjoy 👻 ♥️
DIALOGUE
[ prompts with / indicate that both characters A + B have lines ]
“You have a leaf in your hair.”
“You’re shivering.”
“Why don’t you take off that mask? I’d like to see your face.”
“You’re scared of that, really?”
“That’s your favorite candy? You have shit taste.”
“Promise not to laugh at me if I scream.”
“My friend abandoned me at this Halloween party and I don’t know anyone. But you look as miserable as I feel.”
“If you can’t summon flames directly from hell, store-bought is fine.”
“It says take one, love.”
“Well…you grabbed my hand first.”
“Oh, I see. Is someone a little scared?”
“I spent so long in the darkness I’d almost forgotten how beautiful the moonlight is.”
“You’re the devil in disguise.”
“Nice try. You’ll have to work harder to scare me.”
“I know you’re trying to be scary, but you’re just way too cute.”
“I couldn’t find a costume, so I just decided to go as your [partner/bf/gf].”
“You’re a scaredy cat.” / “I am not!”
“Boo!” / “You were scarier with the mask off.”
“What are you supposed to be?” / “It isn’t obvious?”
“Ew candy corn?” / “What? This candy is hated for no reason. It’s good!”
“That kind of scared me.” / “Don’t worry, I’ll protect you.”
“Kill me now and put me out of my sugar-fueled misery.” / “I told you to slow down.”
“Come on, it’s just a haunted house! It’ll be like a walk in the park.” / “More like a walk through hell.”
“There’s literally one candle flickering mysteriously. In what universe would I go over there?” / “Is that…a no, then?”
“Well, it is a seance.” / “Good thing the person I want to see is already here.”
“Oh no. You are not wearing the same costume as me! You can’t!” / “Well I did.”
“Ooh very scary!” / “That’s not part of the costume, dumbass.”
“You could have been a prince(ss).” / “Well, I wanted to be a(n) [insert costume] instead.”
“Who you gonna call?” / “Ghostbusters?”
“You look so stupid.” / “Well, that was the idea since I dressed as you.”
“What happened? Let me help you!” / “Relax, the blood is fake.”
SCENARIOS
Leaf hunting/raking leaves
Tailgaiting a football game
Getting drunk at Oktoberfest
Baking a pumpkin pie
Getting PSLs together
Visiting an apple orchard
Visiting a pumpkin patch
Carving a pumpkin
Making caramel apples
Bonfire
Corn Maze
Hayride (haunted or not)
Decorating for Halloween
Costume shopping
Buying couple costumes
Baking Halloween cookies
Haunted house
A doing B’s makeup for a costume
B doing A’s makeup for a costume
Watching a not scary Halloween movie (we recommend Hocus Pocus but take your pick lol)
Watching a scary movie
Halloween photoshoot
Setting up a haunted house
You’re actors in a haunted house
Masquerade ball
Going trick-or-treating
Handing out candy
Playing with an Ouija board
Telling scary stories
Bobbing for apples
Halloween/Murder Mystery Party
NSFW + AUs
[ most of the prompts can be adapted for NSFW or SFW themes but some are more suited to NSFW than others which is why we've separated them ]
“Love the costume but I’d rather see what’s under it.”
“Trick or treat.”
“I would light the candle but…I’m not a virgin.”
“I like your yabbos.”
“Don’t torture yourself ___. That’s my job.”
“Darling, you’re already in my veins.”
“I’ll be the demon to your angel.”
“I want to be what you are, see what you see, love what you love.”
“Just one bite…”
“You’ve been bad. Good thing my costume came with handcuffs.”
“He/She/They prefer(s) virgins.”
“I know what you should be for Halloween. Mine.”
“You’re not as scary as you think you are.” / “Maybe not. But I’ll still have you screaming tonight.”
“Everybody likes your costume better.” / “I could always take it off.”
"Forget the broom. Ride me instead."
“I may not be a vampire but I know how to suck.”
Rolling in the hay? Nah, rolling in the leaves
Sexy couple costumes
You’re stuck in the house of mirrors
7 minutes in heaven but make it Halloween (who can resist a good trope)
Painting each others’ faces/bodies
Mummy wrapping competition
A wears a sexy costume and teases B all night. B isn't happy.
A or B is under a love potion
Roleplay in costume
NSFW Halloween costume fashion show
Getting down and dirty in a corn maze and/or haunted house
Haunted bride/groom AU
Werewolf AU
Vampire AU
Succubus/Incubus AU
Bonus: “This is the skin of a killer, Bella.” 💀
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Disclaimer: Feel free to borrow prompts from this list to add to your own prompt lists but if you do, please reblog + credit the original creators of this list or link to this post for proper credit.
Halloween divider by gutterface on DeviantArt + retrieved from Tumblr.
#elvis#elvis 2022#austin butler#prompt lists#writing prompt list#halloween writing prompts#autumn writing prompts#writing#stranger things#outer banks
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Halloween prompts!
Have you ever wanted to write something spooky involving your favorite blorbos? Maybe something spooky AND vaguely horny?
Reblog this post and see what you get sent. Write a short (or long, I can’t tell you what to do) prompt with a line of dialogue!
1) “I think we have a ghost.”
2) “Why do you have garlic hanging on the door?”
3) “You can’t bite my neck, that’s too obvious.”
4) “What exactly is this…costume supposed to be?”
5) “To be honest, I don’t have a great hankering to go into the big spooky house.”
6) “Yes, I do think werewolves are real. Would you like to make fun of me some more?”
7) “Don’t think were goin’ anywhere with Count Dracula over there.”
8) “I think you’ll find it’s Frankenstein’s monster, not Frankenstein.”
9) “No offense but I’m getting swamp monster vibes.”
10) “I’m allowed to be a slut on Halloween.”
11) “Aren’t you a little old to be trick or treating?”
12) “Like taking candy from a strange man in a mummy costume.”
13) “Michael Meyers wouldn’t put up with this.”
14) “The ghostface mask stays on during sex.”
15) “I’m not going near a haunted house. You know how I get, I’ll just end up punching someone.”
16) “I can’t be here. Witches always want virgin sacrifices and unfortunately, I fit the bill.”
17) “If you say his name three times…”
18) “I’m not going near a ouija board, so you can stop right there.”
19) “This isn’t scooby doo and I refuse to be Velma. Glasses or not.”
20) “I thought a vampire would have a cooler house, if I’m being honest.”
21) “You ate all my candy. Again.”
22) “I didn’t invite you to pumpkin carving just so you could make fun of my vision.”
23) “This has to be the laziest attempt at a costume I’ve ever seen. I’m into it.”
24) “Halloween is about being both inhumanly scary and ridiculously gay.”
25) “And what if the escaped convict is one of us? What then?”
26) “I’m never doing an escape room with you again.”
27) “What’s not horny about corn mazes?”
28) “I know he’s wearing a scary mask but that isn’t going to stop me.”
29) “If I have a heart attack, I’m blaming it on you.”
30) “I didn’t think demons were real.”
#don’t let this flop I’m proud of it#I won’t be do any of these rn but pls share if you’d like 💕#im very lazy#happy Halloween#doing*
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Rhyming is hard
This is about 90% an excuse for me to write Banter, 9% jokes about murder, 1% plot. I wrote the dialogue for this over a year ago, and scavenged it from my drafts to clean up yesterday.
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“Mirror, feel my evil presence,” Evie chants, clutching the mirror in one hand like it’s a call phone. “Show me the location of our parents.”
“That’s seriously the rhyme you’re going with?” Mal asks, leaning over the table to stare at the mirror as Evie sets in down in the middle of their huddle.
Evie frowns. “What do you think rhymes with parents?”
Mal’s nose scrunches up as she thinks. “Errants? Aberrants?“ she offers. “Um, clearance?”
“Insurance,” Jay adds. “Which won’t help against theft here, cause apparently they’re all too good for that. Don’t buy a phone from the guy in town unless you’re okay with getting it stolen, by the way.”
“Don’t tell me that.” Ben says firmly, leaning over Evie’s head to see the mirror as well. The black smoke curls angrily, like the magic contained in the mirror is trying to escape the glass and smash their faces in for daring to use it for frivolous things like checking up on their parents, and then begins to clear.
“Incoherence?” Carlos offers, drumming the very tips of his fingers on the table. “I think your rhyme was good though, Evie. I’m just offering suggestions for next time.”
“Shut up, it’s working.” Mal gasps, pushing him out of the way as the smoke inside the mirror swirls into the beginnings of a clear picture.
The background resolves itself first, into a deep grey wall made of rough stone. The figure standing in front of it is small in stature, which is made all the more obvious by the gigantic crow sitting on her shoulder.
“My mother,” Mal says, sounding almost disappointed. “As alive and evil as ever.”
“Didn’t need a mirror for that one, babe.” Evie says fondly. “Pretty sure we all remember what she looks like, considering that she’s been the bane of our existence for the last sixteen years.”
Mal, on the pretense of leaning closer to the mirror, puts her hand over Evie’s on the table, interlacing their fingers. “Maybe Ben wanted to know, and also shut up. It’s changing.”
The mirror is changing, but not to a nicer sight. The background darkens, and the view of Maleficent monologuing to Diablo fades out. The background turns a nasty, muddy shade of grey-brown, and the figure visible in the mirror doesn’t look much nicer. He’s filthy, for one thing, and he’s wearing a collection of leather scraps that would be better suited to a scarecrow than a living person.
He’s also swinging a shovel at the wall with what looks like increasing violence, and his hair is on fire.
“Dear old dad,” Mal drawls. “Great to see him expanding the cave for once.”
“Is that Hades?” Ben asks, in a tone that could generously be described as ‘strangled’.
Mal laughs. “Yeah. My mom wanted a powerful kid. She didn’t pick him cause he’s a great father, she picked him ‘cause he’s one of the most powerful entities on the isle. And I guess ‘cause he was DTF, or whatever. Chernabog isn’t much for procreation.”
“Wow.”
“I can’t raise the dead or anything,” Mal explains, eyes still locked on the mirror. “Not even a fly. I just get some sick highlights in my hair when I use his fire, and some cool shit happened with a ouija board once.”
“That’s, uh, cool!” Ben manages, before the mirror swirls again, and a new face comes into view.
“The Evil Queen,” Carlos says, reaching out to touch the side of the mirror. “Do you think the mirror’s showing her in better light because it’s magic and it likes her better, or does her castle just have better lighting?”
“Mother’s castle has flattering light,” Evie says, but it’s her turn to stare at the mirror, eyes blank and lips slightly, beautifully parted. “She keeps it that way on purpose. For visitors.”
“Not that you got many.”
Mal’s hand is warm and firm over Evie’s own. Her exile should be an old wound by now, but even old injuries, even ones that can be treated softly now, still ache sometimes.
In the surface of the mirror, the Evil Queen is stabbing a needle, over and over, into the soft flesh on the inside of her legs. Behind her, there’s an intimidatingly large stone cauldron resting on a low fire.
“Is she—“
“She’s fine,” Evie says quickly. She’s still staring at the mirror, but she’s looking through it now, like she can’t bear to see her mother through the magic. “That’s what she does, most days. She’s just waiting while the cauldron heats up.”
“Pretty fucked up.”
“It’s not anything magical,” Evie says, but her voice is soft and she’s still focused on the mirror. “It’s acupuncture. She’s doing it for weight loss. And the cauldron isn’t magical either, it’s just some makeup compounds that don’t come over on the barges.”
Jay whistles, low and long. “That’s a pretty big cauldron for some makeup, princess.”
Evie startles out of her stare. “Oh, we sold it. She’s not boiling children’s skulls or anything like that. It’s a foundation base. She boils down some of the plants that come over and then adds pigments for each customer. It’s a pretty good business practice, and if we didn’t like somebody it was really easy to sneak something a little bit nastier than just pigment into their bottle.”
“Oh.” Ben says. He’s leaning over Evie’s shoulder to see the mirror, and he doesn’t pull back, but his shoulders tense at the mention of Evie’s mother slipping something untoward into a bottle. He’s got sort of a thing about poisons and edible spells, which is understandable. “I see.”
“Evil, babe,” Evie reminds him, tipping her chin up to look him in the face. “We didn’t exactly have a lot of other options.”
Unseen by Evie, the mirror swirls again. This time, it reforms to show a crumpled skeleton, surrounded by pieces of rusty metal.
“Uh, who’s that?” Ben asks after a moment, staring over Evie’s shoulder again. He looks a bit like someone watching a car wreck happening, but in a casual way. Like watching a car wreck on TV, maybe.
Evie glances back down at the mirror, and then recoils visibly at the pile of bones. “Oh, ew. I guess I didn’t word the request very well. That’s my father’s corpse.”
“Is that a dungeon?”
“It’s my mother’s dungeon, yes.” Evie explains. “She had my father killed down there shortly after I was born.”
“I’m sorry.”
Evie shrugs. “Thanks, I guess. She had him killed when I was a baby, so it’s not like I ever got to know him.”
Mal drops her head onto Evie’s shoulder. “Not like he was a big loss.”
“Come on, M,” Evie says fondly, tipping her head so that it rests on top of Mal’s, just for a moment. “Just because you don’t like your father doesn’t mean we all have to hate ours.”
“You never knew yours!” Mal points out. “And he was a man, E. We all know what men on the island are like.”
“I could have liked him.” Evie insists. “He might have been better that your dad. Not everyone is a bad parent.”
“Right, just everyone on the isle, then.”
“I know my dad,” Jay adds, leaning over to insert himself into the girl’s space. “Not to sway our data here, but I agree with Mal. There’s way more bad parents on the island than good ones, and my dad’s shit. Mal’s dad is shit. Evie’s dad is dead, so he’s not doing great either—“
“It’s changing again!” Carlos points out, smacking the table next to where Evie’s set the mirror down in order to argue better.
Five heads snap back to attention as the mirror swirls, and reforms into quite a different view. The background this time is bright grey, the color of the sky on a rainy spring day, the sort of day where the sun is trying and failing valiantly at breaking through the cloud cover. There’s a shop in the foreground, with a garish pink and green sign declaring it to be ‘the goblin mud spa’, and a bright copper car parked out front. There’s a woman in the front seat of the car, holding the steering wheel with one hand, and balancing a dirty glass in the fingertips of the other.
Carlos makes a soft, sad sort of noise. “…oh.”
On the surface of the mirror, his mother throws back the remainder of her drink.
“Is that normal?” Ben asks, leaning in to get a better look. “Drinking and driving isn’t exactly legal.”
Carlos’s hands aren’t visible, but there’s a sense of nervous, fidgety energy from him anyway. “…Yeah. She does that a lot. Goes away, drinks a lot, comes back stupid.”
“Magic mirror, move on,” Evie whispers, after they all stare for a long moment at the unmoving view of Cruella and her beloved car.
“Why isn’t it changing?” Mal asks. “It didn’t show my mom for this long.”
“You don’t wanna know,” Carlos mumbles, around the fingertip he’s got in his mouth. There’s a drop of blood smeared on the corner of his mouth, and it’s not entirely clear if his hand was bleeding before or after he started chewing on it. “Trust me.”
Mal frowns. “I totally do. Telling me I don’t want to know something is basically like slapping a neon sign on it telling me to keep digging until I find out. How do you not know know this already?”
Carlos sighs, and reaches out with his other hand to hover his index finger just over the surface of the mirror, above where his mother is pulling the strap of her soft leather purse over her shoulder. “That’s my dad. Human remains count, and that leather she used for her purse is the biggest piece of him left.”
Mal tries to recoil away from the mirror. but they’re so tightly packed around the table that she really just ends up shoving herself harder into Evie’s side. “Oh, gross. That can’t be hygienic.”
Carlos stares at her. “It’s leather. Humans aren’t any different than cows inside. Is wearing cow leather gross?”
Mal’s pale cheeks are somehow even paler than usual. “Yes,” she snaps. “It’s different.”
“It’s fine, you just have to process it properly,” Carlos says, leaning ever so slightly closer to her. “And besides, it’s not like there were any concerns about fluid bonding when she scraped the flesh off his skin. They’d already been there, done that, had a kid to prove it.”
“Gross,” Mal groans, burying her face in Evie’s shoulder. Conveniently, Evie’s wearing her coat with the mini caplet attached today, and Mal pulls the extra leather over her head. “You ever heard of a thing called TMI?”
Carlos smiles, but it’s not a very nice expression. More like an animal showing their teeth. “Evil, remember?”
“That’s horrible.” Ben says firmly. “I don’t mind knowing, but it’s still awful, and I’m glad you’re not there anymore.”
“Yeah, well,” Carlos mumbles, sitting back now that his point’s been made. “It’s changing again.”
The mirror clouds over with dark swirls, and clears to an image of Jafar, standing behind the counter of a shop while a woman in an emerald green dress examines a handful of jewelry that’s spread over the counter between them.
Jay waves a hand at the mirror, middle finger firmly up.
Ben laughs. “I take it there’s no lost love there?”
Jay grins. He’s still flipping off the image of Jafar in the mirror, even as the picture shows him carefully slipping one of the rings onto the woman’s finger, mouth moving like he’s flattering her the whole time. “Nah. Not really. He’s charming and all, but not a great parent, you know?”
Ben’s nodding before the words are even finished. “Yeah, that’s fair,” he agrees. “My dad isn’t exactly warm and fuzzy either.” Mal’s mother might be charming when she wants to be, and Evie’s mother is beautiful and dangerous and enticing, but Ben’s father has made a career out of walking the line between being loved and being feared, and neither of those things has made him the kind, attentive parent that Ben needed. Even more than the others, he can understand the pressure of having a career politician for a parent. “I wish you’d been able to get away sooner.”
“Me too,” Mal agrees, reaching across Evie to tap her fingers on one of the scars that runs, white and twisted and bold, across Jay’s wrist. “Your dad’s a dick.”
The mirror swirls again; the picture resolves into a patch of ocean. Very deep, dark, empty ocean.
“Is that the ocean?” Evie asks, staring. “I didn’t think any of our parents were the sort to get murdered by pirates.”
Jay makes a funny sort of choking noise. “That’s my mom,” he says, eyes locked on the mirror. Under the glass, the ocean undulates with the great swells of very deep, open water. “She drowned herself.”
“I thought the spell prevented that?” Ben asks curiously. “The spell was supposed to prevent anyone from dying under the barrier.”
Jay snaps his head up to look at Ben, and if his eyes are a little red, well, nobody else is close enough to notice.
“The spell doesn’t work all the time,” he explains, voice low and even. “You can get around it if you destroy the body. Scatter the remains, or burn them beyond what the spell can handle, or let the sharks deal with you. People who really want that way out usually go with the sharks.”
“I’m sorry.”
Jay lifts a shoulder. “It is what it is. Can’t blame her for taking the only way out.”
“Still.”
Evie’s gasp breaks whatever sympathetic moment might have happened, and her hand shoots out quicker than a snake to grab the mirror as it starts to shift again.
“Oh? Magic mirror, what—“
The picture solidifies before she can finish the command. A beige room, with a man sitting at a desk comes into view.
“Why—“ Mal starts, but Ben is faster, and he leans down over Evie’s shoulder to tip the mirror up for a better view.
“That’s my dad?” Ben says, sounding thoroughly confused by the discovery. “He’s not— he’s just sitting in his office. He’s not on the isle of the lost or anything like that.”
Evie tips the mirror back down towards herself. “Ah, I guess I didn’t specify well enough when I said whose parents we wanted to see. My bad, Ben. You got caught up in the spell too.”
“Are we going to see your mom next?”Mal demands, shoving her head further into Evie’s space to get a clear view of the mirror, which really isn’t large enough to be seen by five people at once, especially not when two of them are sitting on the same chair. “What does she do all day?”
“I….don’t know,” Ben says slowly. “I guess we’ll see. I think she hangs out in the library, mostly. With grandpa, if she doesn’t have state duties to do with my dad.”
The mirror swirls, and the surface turns brilliant, spring green.
“It looks like she’s outside?”
Sure enough, Queen Belle is standing outside, in the center of a ring of trees. There’s a book in her hand, and as she reads, she rocks back and forth slightly, her mouth moving around the shape of words that the mirror can’t play for them. Or possibly won’t. Evie’s been working on control of her powers, but when the spell is board enough to sweep a whole extra person in their attempt to see what their parents are up to, it’s possible that asking the mirror to help them ‘see’ their parents was a bit too literal. Or maybe the mirror can only do auditory assistance when it’s coming from the whole mirror, and not just the broken shard Evie keeps in her palm-sized frame. Maybe some of the magic was lost when her mother ground the shard to size, or maybe the magic is weaker than it should be, and there’s something deeply wrong with the state of magic in Auradon.
Or maybe they’re just not very good at directing spells yet.
Ben slaps his hand on the table. “Oh, that’s the glade above the lake!” he exclaims. “It’s enchanted. No wonder the mirror showed her too.”
Mal frowns. “You have an enchanted glade?”
Ben beams at her. “Yeah! It’s up the trail from the enchanted lake a bit. Kind of by the cliffs up there. It’s really pretty in the fall, when the leaves are all changing. I guess she’s been riding out there sometimes. It’s one of the most magical places in the kingdom.”
“She looks pretty happy,” Evie says thoughtfully. “D’you think that’s why the magic included her?”
“Yeah, guess so.” Ben says, shrugging. “I don’t really understand magic, but I know the glade is supposed to be one of the most magically powerful sites in the kingdom. It’s a nice place to read, I guess?”
“Ben.” Mal says sharply, as the image of Queen Belle turns, book still in hand. “Why is your mother reading a spell book?”
#my fic#descendants fic#rotten ot4#only it’s actually very heavily implied ot5 because I know what I am about#descendants#mal bertha#evie grimhilde#jay son of jafar#carlos de vil#ben florian
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THE STRANGER THINGS SPOOKINKTOBER WRITING CHALLENGE!
calling all stranger things writers! i am a hosting a spookinktober (a combination of spooktober and kinktober) writing challenge for the older stranger things characters!
note: you must be 18+ to enter this challenge!
how it works
reblog this post! (sorry but better reach)
send me an ask with any prompts from the list below and a character you want to write for. you can choose how many ever prompts you like in whatever combination (e.g. one from the spooky prompts and two from kinky or only one from kinky etc.)
prompts are not tied to a person, but picking unique, unchosen prompts is encouraged. (prompts that are being used by one or more people will have an ☆ against them)
each ask counts as one fic and you can send as many asks as you like!
there is no restriction on the type of fic (fluff/smut/angst/anything)
it can be a blurb, a one shot, a series, a 23k word fic, but it has to be a reader insert!
tag me and/or use the hashtag #strangertober when posting. (also please mention what your prompts are in the fic, or link to your ask if possible) posting starts on 1st of october and the soft deadline is 31st october, of course, which is when i will be organising the fics into a giant masterlist! you can continue posting after but please try to post it asap since it is an october related challenge!
and that's it! please send me an ask/dm me any questions you may have.
happy writing! 🎃👄
prompts below the cut:
SPOOKY PROMPTS: (this is a combination of sentence starters, settings and random words you can use in the fics)
There was a howling in the distance, but it was coming closer and closer. Now, it was too late to run. ☆
"This is bad. This is very very bad." ☆
"I bet you won't manage to scare me tonight!"☆
"Haha, look! This pumpkin looks just like you!"
“Would you stop stuffing your face with candy for one moment and listen???”☆
“Well that doesn't sound good. Fucking hell.”
“Does that even count as a costume? Or lingerie?” ☆
Making out in a graveyard can lead to some very unexpected things. ☆
“This isn’t a ghost story. It’s a creature features. It’s really happening, and you’re all in it.”
“We are not doing a couple’s costume.” ☆
Car doesn’t start
“How do you expect me to sleep after that?”
“Show me your haul.”
Falling, fruit picking, and a rain storm ☆
Playing with Ouija Boards
“You look ridiculous. I love it.”☆
“I dare you to go down there.”
“Is it just me or did it just get really cold in here?”
“You were gone…I watched you disappear.”
“Somebody’s watching us.”
"It is pretty spooky down here and it smells pretty unnatural so… Yeah. Okay. I’m coming back up." ☆
"I’m scared to close my eyes. I’m scared to open them. "
" Whatever you do, don't fall asleep."
“Can you stop breathing down my neck?” “Dude, I’m over here.” ☆
Pumpkin carving, a haunted forest, and oversized sweaters ☆
"You're holding my hand." "I just don't want to get lost in the woods at night." ☆
“Alright, well, it looks like a pit of eternal darkness so…”
Late night, consistent door knocking, and an empty front porch. ☆
"Quick, switch costumes with me." ☆
trick-or-treating shenanigans ☆
graveyard ☆
scary movie night ☆
halloween party ☆
too many shadows
cave at a beach, moonlight ☆
in a dark and deserted side hall of an infamous library ☆
halloween sleepover ☆
trapped in a haunted house
haunted house date ☆
large dog
black cat ☆
pumpkins
clowns ☆
dark clouds, an empty house ☆
three knocks, a child crying
abandoned house ☆
spook decorations
a room full of candles ☆
KINKY PROMPTS: (again, this is a mix of dialogues and specific kinks)
Shower sex ☆
"Be brave for me, baby."
Car sex ☆
" I’m not wearing any underwear. thought you’d like to know." ☆
Sixty-nining
"Show me how much you missed me." ☆
Praise kink
“Wanna join?”
Erotic photos
"Want me to serenade you while you strip?" ☆
Nipple play
"Never tease me like that again. "
“Touch me and you lose.” ☆
Breeding kink ☆
"Keep talking shit and I'll show you the other things I can do with that mouth of yours." ☆
"It's hot when you talk back." ☆
Fingering ☆
Cockwarming ☆
"If you think being in public is going to stop me, you're sorely mistaken." ☆
Thigh riding ☆
“I came so hard last night just from a picture of you." ☆
"I've never been this wet before.”
Orgy
"Did i give you permission to come?" ☆
Corruption kink ☆
“I’m hard/wet.” “Sounds like a personal problem.” ☆
Phone sex
Public sex
Semi-public sex
Voyeurism
"Be a good boy/girl and spread your legs."
Edging
"You're mine, and only mine."
Mirror sex ☆
"Please, just touch me."
Squirting
"I missed your hands so much."
Cock worship
"Don't make me stop this car, because I promise you, you'll regret it." ☆
Cosplay/costume
"I've been thinking about your fingers all this time."
Skinny dipping ☆
"Bite your lip one more time and we'll have a serious problem." ☆
Dirty talk
note: you can use other kinks etc ofc (except non/dub-con) but your fic must include atleast ONE of these prompts to be a part of this challenge.
Excited to read what everyone writes! Have fun!
tagging some mutuals for visibility (you don't have to participate but a reblog would help!!<3): @sunshinehollandd @angeloddity @taylorsmylover @royalmaybank @lurkymurker @silkscream @darthkenobii @sophia-busch @magicchai
*sourced these prompts from various tumblrs and google
#stranger things#stranger things x reader#steve harrington x reader#eddie munson x reader#robin buckley x reader#nancy wheeler x reader#steve harrington smut#eddie munson smut#stranger things smut#stranger things fanfic#steve harrington#eddie munson#strangertober
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Writing Patterns Meme
[Plain text: "Writing Patterns Meme" in big text. /End PT]
Rules: List the first line of your last 10 (posted) fics and see if there's a pattern!
Thanks for the tag @hopeswriting! I have a nice spread of fics here, across multiple fandoms and from more serious fics to more cracky fics:
1. It was a well-known fact that every dog needs a doghouse, especially if they are a talking dog who can draw pictures in the dirt with a stick. - Snoopy and the Emo-Haired Kid (Peanuts/KHR)
2. Air blasts out of the white box unit above the door as Chrome pushes it open with a hand. - The Art of Butterfly Photography (KHR)
3. Reborn wants to commit Skull’s body to memory. - Renew our vows of love (and forget the sad, dull pain) (KHR)
4. “You don’t remember me…?” Fives’ smile shakes, and he takes a step back. - But I with mournful tread (Star Wars)
5. The largest exhibition hall in the Jedi Temple is almost too small for the sheer number of clone troopers in it now. - Victory Comes Late (Star Wars)
6. Tsuyoshi runs a cloth over the blade of his sword, and Nana pours a bottle of handmade sake over the bodies before dropping a match on them. - Love in the Time of Zombies (KHR)
7. Swirls of steam rise from the mug of tea resting on a tattered crochet coaster. - Let the Rain Kiss You (KHR)
8. “You could go back, you know,” Aloy says in the middle of looting a supply chest. - I'll Tell You How the Sun Rose (HZD/KHR)
9. “Have you tried a Ouija board?” Skull asks, voice almost tinny over the phone. - Use Your Words (Here's a Ouija Board) (KHR)
10. Nie Mingjue has little warning before a sharp whip-crack and flickering purple light fills the alley he’s using as a shortcut to his brother’s rehearsal. - All's Fair in Love and War (The Untamed)
What have we learned?
[Plain text: "What have we learned?" in medium text. /End PT]
Ngl, I kind of expected more dialogue opening lines 😂 I feel like I default to those as a way to just jump right in to a fic, but clearly if I do, it doesn't survive past edits and rewrites. I think the overall pattern is that each opening line kinda sets the scene and overall tone of the fic. Like guess which of these lean more crack and which lean more serious, which are the fluffs and which are the angst, find the hidden smutty fic in there - There's two or three in this list that might throw a curveball or are kind of ambiguous, but for the most part...
(It's Ouija Board, Ouija Board does throw a curveball at the end XD)
It's honestly wild how consistent that is though. Because I write a variety of fics and fandoms, and I know I don't write the same for my more cracky fics as I do my more serious. Huh. I guess you can almost always know what you're getting into from my first lines 😂
I'm no-pressure tagging: @seijuurouxryuu, @immacaria, @masterdisastre and @onceabluemoonwrites, and anyone else who wants to play!
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Dipper "Holy shit, you're really a demon? I thought you were just extremely dedicated to an edgy persona."
Pepito "Yes, I'm a fucking demon!"
Dib "Half demon."
Pepito "Session's over, amegos; you're making me flare up!"
Dib "So it was just YOU?"
Pepito "Yeah, it's just me and you're lucky it's JUST me!"
Dib "So... could you stop?"
Pepito "I'll stop when you stop! Put the damn ouija board away before one of my siblings or cousins tune in! Worse yet, one of my aunts or uncles tune in, they're even bigger cunts-- And so fucking help me, if my DAD shows up, I'll make all 4 of you spontaneously combust right in front of your parents!"
Dipper "Seriously?"
Pepito "YES! Look at my weird fucking goat eyes! See how serious I am?!"
Mabel "I didn't touch it!"
Gaz "I was just making sure this moron didn't curse me again."
Dib "One time! I accidentally put ONE curse on you ONE time!"
Gaz "It wasn't an accident."
Dib "Move past it!"
Gaz "I can't eat hot dogs ever again!"
Dipper "We just ate chili dogs for lunch."
Gaz "Yeah, but they were beef franks and I didn't enjoy it."
Dib "Ok, So I didn't do enough research before I cast the spell file. Drag me to court."
Gaz "I wanted to, but dad wouldn't book his lawyer."
Mabel "We've all put a curse of some kind on our siblings. You can just own up to it."
Gaz "Yeah, DIB."
Pepito "Hey, asshats! Shut the fuck up and put away the board. That's your last warning."
Dipper "We're not going to summon anything dangerous. Just relax."
Pepito "You don't think so?"
Dib "NO. We know what we're doing."
Pepiti "I ASSURE you, you DON'T. Humans almost NEVER know what they're doing when it comes to ouija boards! As the son of Satan, trust me on this."
Dipper "Ok, I call bullshit on that. You're NOT the son of Satan. Satan is just a poster boy for the alienated and G-d is a lie made up by rich people to trick poor people into fighting their wars they start."
Pepito "Let's just say you're not entirely wrong and the multiverse is much more vast and complicated than you think."
Dipper "We can handle a demon. I've been possessed before. Well, by an ultraterrestrial technically."
Pepito "ALL demons are technically ultraterrestrials, dumb-shit!"
Dib "But not all ultraterrestrials are demons. Don't correct him if he's not wrong."
Pepito "What was the demon's name?"
Dipper/ Mabel "Bill Cypher."
Pepito "Ha! The lamest one."
Dib "Right now, that's you, man."
Pepito "Mother fu... ok. So, it wouldn't be out of character to tell *Kimber; make her break this up?"
Kids "NOOO!!"
[A continuation of this dialogue. I had too much fun writing this.
*Dipper/Mabel mother]
#invader zim#gravity falls#squee#crossover#au#dib#gaz#dipper#mabel#pepito#don't screw around with ouija boards#unless you know what you're doing
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Twelve!! Listen we are skipping an entire 3 scenes using the bracket method and I don't care, I wrote, I have written, I will write again. The chapter is also 90% Dialogue which will almost certainly be pared down in later versions, so it'll make up for it lol.
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[Josie suggests bringing renfield to the graveyard and holding their own seance, to recreate the ritual that summoned it and see who's haunting them, since weird stuff has been happening in the graveyard lately and at josie's home and nobody can figure out why. Eventually, Kaz lets herself get talked into it. or moreso strongarmed into it when she complains to lucy who thinks it's a great idea.]. kaz finds it completely ridiculous and shows up anyway
Note: possibly change ren to Kaz's kitty, and josie was going to drop thigns off at kaz's apartment and let him out?]
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[Scene opens with Kaz and Lucy chatting at the graveyard, josie arrives]
"Who are you talking to?"
[What do you mean?
there's nobody there?]
"What? of course there is. She's right here. Josie, this is Lucy." I gesture vaguely.
[ha ha very funny. can we just get to work? the sooner we do, the sooner you can get rid of me.]
"Are you kidding? She's right here. Lucy, say something."
"Good evening?" she tries.
"Kaz, stop it. There's nobody there."
[and anyway at this point kaz realizes lucy's a ghost,]
"Wait you...actually can't see her, can you?"
Josie shrugs, exasperated.
"Uh... Lucy, how old are you?"
"Forever twenty-one."
"No, I mean...what year were you born?"
[1880s or whatever]
"You're being funny, right? Josie, she's being funny, right?"
Josie rolled her eyes. "I don't know how many times I have to tell you, there's nobody there."
"I'm not in the habit of lying," Lucy said.
I don't believe it. I mean -- she can't be, right? She's goth, and she's adorable and spooky, but she's not... She can't be... "You're a ghost, aren't you?"
"I am rather spectral inclined, yes."
"What's going on?" Josie asks. Her frustration has given way to a shocked confusion. "Kaz, who are you talking to?"
"Lucy. She's, uh...Lucy, what's your last name?"
She gives me a smile, either pleased that I've finally put two and two together, or irritated that it took so long. I can't quite tell which. "Blue."
"Shut up."
"I'd rather not."
"You're not Lucille Blue," I say.
"You're talking to Lucille Blue?" Josie asks.
"I always preferred Lucy, if I'm honest."
[Transition]
I'm honestly a little surprised to see it. Josie has never trusted spirit boards, much less an actual Ouija board. She's definitely too steeped in pop-culture. In her mind, not only do ghosts exist, but so do demons or malevolent spirits or whatever.
Oh.
Uh.
Hm.
I glance at Lucy, then back to Josie. I may have to put more groveling on my to-do list.
Reluctantly, I join Josie on the ground, sitting opposite her with the candles and Ouija board between us. Renfield's breathing is unusually quiet as he watches us from his bed.
[Uh Mrs. Blue can you sit over there?] She points to the empty spot to her left.
"Is that meant to be me?" Lucy asks.
"I think she prefers Lucy," I say, glancing over my shoulder.
"Right. Sorry. Uh, Lucy, can you...sit over there?"
Lucy does as instructed. This time, I notice there's no noise when she walks, nor does she seem to disturb the grass at all. I watch her skirts swish over the ground, but there's nothing to suggest she'd ever been there at all.
"And Kaz, you sit..." Josie gestures to the spot on her right.
I can't help but make a face for being pulled into something like this. But Lucy is sitting there smiling at me as prettily as ever, with her dress so black it almost looks like shadows in the night, that I force myself to swallow. "I'm gonna have to do a lot of existential exploration after this, aren't I?"
"I'm not going to say anything," Josie says, while her tone says more than enough.
When the two of us are settled, Josie looks over to the Carrier again, considering the mass of shadows within. Renfield is a skinny cat underneath his fluff, and he's squished himself as far back as possible, looking like a ball of blackness with two gleaming eyes reflecting the dim light outside.
"He okay?"
She nods weakly, and reaches over to unlatch the door and take up the lead attached to his little harness. "Come on, baby boy. Come out." She takes him out carefully and places him in the cat bed, expecting him to curl up and go to sleep like he normally does when confronted with a flat surface. Instead, however, he stands stock still like he doesn't know how to handle four legs. He watches his front paws, and takes a single step forward, off the bed and onto the grass.
She watches him consider the next placement of his foot, then look up and regard us three. His gaze lingers on Lucy, and begins stumbling directly over to her.
"Can he see me?" she asks with delight. "Hello, darling!"
"Where's he going?" Josie asks. "Is he going to Lucy?"
"I think so," I say.
But there's something wrong in how he walks -- something worse than usual. He's getting tangled up in his paws, missing steps. My worry grows, wondering if he's got a neurological issue, up until he stands upright. Suddenly Renfield appears much more confident in himself. His steps are awkward but more confident, and he fixes his eyes on Lucy. There's a focus there that hadn't been present in years. A single-mindedness towards...something that none of us understand.
Lucy reaches her hand out, and I wonder if she would be able to pet him. But once he's just barely out of her reach, his focus wavers. Renfield regains his usual wall-eyed expression, and falls back onto all fours. He regards the grass for a minute, sniffing the cold air, and meeps.
"I'm coming," Josie coos, and scoops him up. This time, when she deposits him back into the cat bed, he curls up like nothing happened. She scratches behind his ears until his wheezy purring fills the air, and she looks up at me.
I don't have anything witty to say. Josie was right -- that was weird. I'd never seen anything like that from any animal before outside of scary movies. If that had been happening for a month now... I swallow around a lump of guilt in my throat. I should have believed her earlier.
"Josie...?"
She doesn't look at me for a moment. "Let's just get this over with so I can put him to bed."
Lucy and I watch helplessly as she sets up the rest of the scene. She [does stuff to set up. Pulling candles and ash and stuff from her bag,] and finally a pendulum -- a small crystal on the end of a silver chain.
"That's quite the toolkit," Lucy observes
"She prides on herself on being prepared."
Josie sits, holding up the pendulum and considering it. She's the one running the show tonight, but I really hope we don't have to sit here watching a shiny rock wiggle back and forth for an hour before doing something more fun.
"If she asks a question, I can't promise I won't tap it."
"You're evil."
"What?" Josie looks up. She must have decided against the pendulum, because she puts it away while looking between me and where she thinks Lucy's sitting. "Are you guys talking about something"
"No."
Lucy places a delicate hand over her heart, the picture of innocence. "It's extremely tempting to sabotage attempts to contact the deceased."
"Lucy-- wait." I run a few calculations in my head. "You're... you're the deceased. Right?"
"My body is enjoying an eternal rest, but my mind still yearns to wander."
"Right. Cool. So doesn't that mean... -- Josie, she likes to interfere with people's seances and stuff. Doesn't that mean ... Lucy, doesn't that mean you're just giving them a successful ghost encounter? If you're -- you know ... that?"
Josie nods. "That sounds right to me."
[But i'm just having a bit of fun, I'm not actually giving them a ghost encounter]
"No...Lucy..." I frown. "Josie can you pick up the pendulum?"
Josie does, confused.
"Okay now...ask a question."
"Like what?"
I gesture vaguely. "You know. Anything. Something you'd ask a ghost."
"Okay...?" She holds her hand out and balances the pendulum. "This is yes..." she starts, letting it swing one way. "This is no," she says, letting it swing the other. "Does anyone... want to talk to me?" She grimaces, looking to me for some sort of hint of what else to do.
I nod, then point at Lucy. "Okay, go touch the pendulum."
She doesn't.
For a moment, nobody moves. Then Lucy shrugs. "Well, now I don't want to!"
"Luce!"
"What's going on?" Josie asks.
"She's got stage fright."
"It's not stage fright!" Lucy frowns. "I simply... don't care for performing just to prove a point. I'm not going to tap a crystal because it can channel energy between worlds. That's not how it works."
"No, you're going to go touch a shiny rock because other people thinks it channels energy between worlds. Please."
"What's going on?"
"I will not!" she protests, indignant.
A breeze shifts around us, swinging the pendulum and sending a shiver down my and Josie's spines.
It's a fight not to argue when Josie says, "Maybe another time."
Lucy nods.
She puts the pendulum down, and shifts uncertainly. "So, Missus Blue -- Lucille."
"Lucy," she says.
"Lucy," I say, so Josie can hear.
"Lucy. Right. I don't know how much Kaz told you, but we're recreating the Ouija board session from the Haunted Archivists video as best we can. Hopefully that will attract the attention of whoever they spoke to that night, since they thought it was you."
"It wasn't me," she confirms.
"It wasn't her," I reiterate.
"Right."
It's about time we get started.
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Hey! I have a question related to Marrissey., since we always talk about songs that we think that Moz wrote about Johnny and not the other way around - do you think there's songs throughout Johnny's musical career that are about Morrissey?
Hi anon! I've talked abt it here, however I do wanna add a couple of things:
- I now think "Hi Hello" could actually be about his son or his daughter.
- In Johnny's latest album there's a song called "Ariel" whose lyrics I find quite interesting. Ariel is the title of one of Sylvia Plath's poetry collections, and Johnny has talked multiple times abt how he likes her stuff (so did Morrissey btw, even tho according to him: "Her life and death were more interesting than anything she wrote". Interestingly, amongst her writings we can find stuff like "Dialogue Over a Ouija Board" and "Sweetie Pie and The Gutter Man", so I think he must be familiar with her work to an extent...). However (and this is purely personal speculation), Ariel is ALSO the name of one of the characters in Shakespeare's The Tempest, which I think might be worth mentioning for a few reasons...
Other songs I find potentially intriguing are "The Messenger" and The Cribs' "We Share The Same Skies", where Johnny played guitar (idk if he also contributed to the lyrics tho), but I'll admit these are purely about the vibes haha
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🦇Halloween Dialogue Prompts🎃
“Is that...written in blood?”
“Just shut up and hand out candy.”
“The power just went out, and it's a full moon outside.”
“Stop messing with the lights, it's not funny.”
“I'm never going to a haunted house with you again."
“Tell me your scariest ghost story. I don’t want to sleep tonight.”
“Why does every costume have to be sexy? I don’t want to be sexy, I want to be the reason why the night is feared, muhahahahaha!”
“Can too much candy corn actually rot your teeth or was my dentist just trying to drum up October business?”
“Theoretically, do you think brewing up a pot of special edition neon-green slime is honouring the season adequately, or would that breach workplace regulations if I tipped it over the boss?”
“Are you crazy?! I am not answering that door! That is exactly what happens at the start of all of those movies, right before the killer gets in and—”
“I can’t come in to work today. I’m a certified emergency ghost buster.” / “Well, I also can’t come in to work today. I’ve been bitten by a vampire.”
“It’s ALIVE! ...I mean, good morning, dear. Did you sleep well?”
“It’s a love potion! What could possibly go wrong?”
“The only family I would marry into is the Addams family.”
“I can pass as a goth.”
“The perfect day: pumpkin spice, pumpkin candles, pumpkin carving, and you.”
“I’d let you haunt me all night long.”
“Holy shit, why is there no reflection?”
“Can you wear that mask later? …Only the mask?”
“Halloween is my aesthetic.”
“I told you not to summon demons in the house!”
“Why do you have so many eggs and toilet paper—you know what? I don't want to know.”
“I’m not the only one with blood on my hands.” / “But you’re the only one with actual blood on their hands.”
“That costume looks great on you.” / “That’s nothing, you should see me without it.”
“YODO?” / “YODO: You Only Die Once.” / “…Please stop saying that.”
“You promised you’d go trick or treating with me.”
“Wow, nice costume! The blood looks really realistic.”
“Trick” *cocks gun and aims* “or treat.”
“What part of Do Not Resurrect The Dead do you not understand?!”
“You’re the kind of person who gives out carrots, aren’t you?”
✨💀🦇🕯️🔮🕷️🎃🪦🧛🏻♀️🕸️👻💀🦇🕯️🔮🕷️🎃🪦🧛🏻♀️🕸️👻✨
Answered Prompts
Trick or No Treat “We’re all out of candy.” / “What do you mean we’re all out of candy?!”
Divine Intervention “The Ouija board says you’re a little shit.” / “Oh, my gods, I think the crystal ball is working. The spirits are telling me you’re a dumbass.”
Costume Count “You can’t withhold candy from the little kids just because you think their costume is ugly.”
Scared, Sweetheart? “I may or may not have stayed up to watch a horror movie and now I can’t sleep - don’t laugh at me! - can you please come over?”
Tell Me S’more “The legend said it only goes after virgins…so sucks for you I guess.”
A Haunting Halloween “If I die because of your dumb idea, I will haunt you so hard!”
Trust Me, it’ll be Fun “It’s just a spooky clock chiming at the incorrect time while all the lights are off and strange footsteps are creeping up the stairs, in a house that won’t let us leave.”
Halloween Fic Collection
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Self Rec Game
Thank you so much for the tag @hexmionegranger ! I love a lil self-promo moment and also love seeing everyone else's self-promo moments <3
Rules: recommend three of your own fics (1 most popular, two hidden gems) then tag some people!
My fics are by no means "popular" but I enjoy writing them and they're all fun and silly! So here's a few of them!
Most Popular
i know it's hard. but when you accept it, it'll feel like flying.
Wait a minute… “Will, how did you get here?” Steve asked carefully.
“Well,” he looks between Steve and Eddie.
“I might have, like kinda,” he clears his throat.
“Borrowed my mom’s car. Without asking her.” Eddie barks out a laugh and doubles over. Steve glares at him because WHAT THE FUCK.
OR
Steve thinks he's finally getting a night alone with Eddie, but Will Byers has other plans.
The fic that I wrote in one sitting has somehow done the best. And I totally get why, because it's fluffy and it's Steddie being gay mentors to Will, sitting him down with a beer, and having a lil Dancing Queen moment.
Hidden Gems
Please Keep Your Arms, Hands, Feet, and Legs in the Seance Circle At All Times
“Yeah sure,” Steve says, instead of what he really wants to say. There is nothing normal about anything when we get together, knowing us we’ll probably open up a portal to a whole different demon dimension and get sucked into the sky or some shit.
It's Halloween and the older kids somehow ended up in the cemetery with a homemade Ouija Board.
My halloween fic (it's technically incomplete but it's still a silly little read) that flopped but I think it's funny.
you can take the heart from your chest to use as a compass when you are lost OR Missed Connections Fic
Thanksgiving 2009.
Steve, who is about to host the brood of children (who somehow aren't children anymore) in a cabin for the long weekend, after a semi-bad week, all while batting off Dustin's attempts at playing matchmaker and dodging phone calls from his mother. And at some point some strange man on the internet broadcasts his worst public moment for the other Craigslist freaks to see.
What could go wrong? Or right?
Missed Connections fic, my beloved :') @gothbat99 called it a rom-com and I'd have to hard agree. It's fluffy and soft and silly and has some of my favorite scenes and dialogue I've written this far.
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No pressure tags! But I love all of your fics so I think a lil self-promo is warranted from y'all 🤗 @gothbat99 @kkpwnall @justspicysixthings @stargyles @capriciouslyterminal @bayouteche @sharpbutsoft + anyone else who sees this! Consider yourself tagged! Because if I keep tagging I'm gonna end up just tagging every one of my mutuals lolol
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I’d love to hear more about Mephistopheles’s friendship with Sakata Kintoki. I’ve never considered that dynamic before.
borrowing daku's art bc i dont think i've drawn them together but. also i write mephi, daku writes taro.
Friendship summary: Local area man meets a clown and immediately gets the clown's name wrong (and calls him Moose for short). Said clown decides this is hilarious and sticks around to see what other dumb things happen. here's a readmore
Mephi's plan failed within ten minutes. Oops! Shared interests! (golden bear, dozing bombs. machinery. also, safety but that came later) That, and while Mephi intended to just lie to Kintaro constantly about mundane goofy things, this also failed. Mephi has the majority of the brain cells between them (usually), which is funny because you'd think the clown would be the idiot.
Taro's the doof supreme (affectionate) brawn, Moose is the nerd (affectionate) brain. Together they make an actual team bc Mephi's good at strategic planning/traps (witchcraft/bombs) and Kintoki hits like a truck and has an easy escape option (golden bear).
I'll make it a decent format instead of name: dialogue bc that's a slog. Kintaro was initially based on just info from the JP server and tl'd dialogue so he's a lil dumber than canon sorry about that. mephi is never wrong bc im never wrong (<- was violently wrong about a bit of faust lore thats critically important to mephistos character. oopsy. tfw u suggest mephi lying about killing faust and then reread the interlude after introducing ghost faust DERAILED, MOVING ON)
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(Scene opens with Kintaro's Master with his head in the sofa, avoiding human contact. Overstimulated. too many guests. Mephi's Master isn't present at the moment.)
Pointing at this was Mephisto, who had returned to be unnecessarily difficult.
"Wow, it's a wild sofa ostrich! I've never seen one in the wild before!"
"Hey, hey! He's no stupid ostrich, youuuu…. er….." Kintaro trailed off, staring at Mephisto. He wasn't actually sure what he was looking at.
"I'll wait!" Mephisto announced, pulling his legs off the ground to sit cross-legged in midair. His tails wagged slowly as he watched Kintato go through a variety of facial expressions while thinking.
"You trapeze artist!" Kintaro shot back well over a minute later, "That's what that get-up is supposed to be, ain't it?!"
Mephi grins and holds up two fingers. "Nope! Two tries!"
Kintaro "Ehhh"d for a moment, before announcing that he needed a hint. Lancer Elizabeth was standing nearby, rolling her eyes in disbelief. Even she wasn't this stupid! She had no right to judge, though, having attempted to sing on the roof to the new neighbors.
Mephisto gave Kintaro a big grin before tapping one of the horns on his hat as his hint. This man could probably guess a demon, or an oni, or--
"Oh, a deer!" Kintaro guessed confidently, and completely incorrectly.
Mephisto put a finger down. One guess remaining!
"Wait, wait, wait! Wait! I know! I know!"
Mephisto sat back in the air and waited for Kintaro to excitedly make his hypothesis known.
"You're a moose!" Kintaro announced, throwing his hands up, "I love meeses!"
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(Mephisto broke out laughing before correcting Kintaro with more info than anyone else got. The trust was Instant. kintaro also wants to get piledriven by a moose, takes 10 dmg from mephi giving it an actual shot in the backyard, and then proceeds to get evaded by mephi like 4 times. eventually a bomb blew up, ash-facing both of them. scene ends with this. skipped him giving mephi a helmet and mephi accepting it. we also joked that this was a ship but its a friendship. mephis master does nothing to stop any of this, and neither does taro's.)
Kintaro: [he picks up Mephisto] We're going to go on a drive! A drive into your heart! If no one else is going to befriend you, I am, Moose! Our friendship will be golden!!
(other dumb shit they did together: clothes shopping (safety on bikes!), use an ouija board (mephi hated every second of it), i know theyve fought together at least twice, i dont remember what else. theres like 25 documents of this nonsense i dont remember shite. im not putting this in the tag i say putting it in the t)
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Remembrance: A Personal Short Story
Responding to impulse and taste buds, I jumped out of my wooden chair.
‘I’m getting a piece of cheescake, you want anything?’
Intrigued, my best friend looks up at me.
With his eyes, he takes a visual stroll over the display of cakes and sandwiches.
He caresses the stack of books we’ve collected in the last 45 minutes.
The stack representing our subconscious attempt to recreate early adulthood passions and excitement for llewellyn books back before we knew a thing or two.
His eyes dart between his left and right shoulders before he looks back at me.
‘No, I’m good. Actually….maybe…a tea?’
Knowing our favorite tea, a hot cinnamon sunset by Harney and Sons with a dash of cinnamon and two table spoons of honey, I feel a smirk come upon my face.
I chuckle and put on my best rendition of the flirt.
‘Ochun in a cup!?’
He mirrors my expression and oozes over the stack of books as if Harney and his sons had materialized into a seductive and charismatic cult organization.
Demonstrating his desire; he vocalizes the sound of his approaching pleasure.
‘Ochuuuun in a cuuuup!’
I roll my eyes, and nod my head while laughing under my breathe.
He’s always like this.
As I walk towards the cafe, I am aware of my body and the deprecating dialogue I can’t seem to ever escape.
At least, the weather understands me.
It knows how I feel about myself. It knows how others feel about me.
This weather and I, had a thing or two in common.
We were both depressed, uncomfortable, and riding on the possibility of explosive expression. Our dark secret being that we both felt like an inconvenience, as opposed to the love and welcome that a bright and sunny day receives.
I am, somehow; always off kilter.
Especially, when it comes to the weather.
I tend to embrace whatever comes at me never checking the stats and going with what is happening moment to moment.
Right now, what is, is that its starting to rain. Everyone resents the rain despite preparing for it. And I, resent their resentment.
Also, I fucking haaaate umbrellas.
Especially, on New York streets.
‘Sasha…Sasha…’
The baristas voice makes its way into my ears, separating me from the allure of my personal Hell. I turn my gaze away from the glass panels that cover this particular Barnes and Noble and look back at the barista.
‘I’m sorry, I’m always in a daydream.’ I say this as if she were somehow exposed to my inner world of doom, gloom, and shame.
The barista shrugs her shoulders, and smiles to be polite.
Again, I am casually disassociating and caught in the moment; completely missing her outstretched arm with my best friends tea in her hand.
She just wants to get back to her washcloth.
Embarrassed at my inability to stay present, I open my mouth suggesting a brief smile of gratitude, quickly taking my cake and tea with me.
My best friend is buried in two books at once, absorbing information as he always does. With admiration, I continue to walk towards our table feeling my appreciation for his capacity to hold so much information and his hunger for continued study and knowledge.
I will never know why I am his friend.
I don’t know why he likes me or keeps me around.
I’m pretty ann-
‘Ochun in a cup…yaaaas!’ He says as his voice squeeks in excitement.
I feel his joy cover me, breaking me free of my intrusive, cycling thoughts.
I place the tea in front of him and then situate my cake, sizing it up to see where I am going to start while wondering if I am going to like it.
$7 pieces of cheesecake are usually a hit or miss for me.
My bestie breaks my focus.
‘You know Padrino wants us to stop by for thanksgiving. Do you think you want to come with?’.
Here go my feelings again, a fucking ouija board without a planchette.
A part of me desires to connect with my spiritual godparents, another part of me feels resentment at their selective care for certain godchildren, and another part of me just feels guilty about feeling any and all of this.
As I search myself, I hear my best friend closing his books. He slides his hand into the center of our table.
‘You don’t have to, but if you want to go, you’ll be with me.’
I feel my discomfort stirring and beginning to pour out of my cells. My scent gives me away; an aroma reminiscent of basil and thyme-of love and bitterness.
I sigh.
‘Yea, I know. I feel like I call too much attention and I dont want to be in a room with people who seem to be unsure about me.
Not seem. Are unsure about me.
My best friend raises his finger to his lips.
‘No, I don’t think they are unsure about you. I think they love you. They think you are to yourself, but they don’t think anything of it. You’re a classic child of Centella.’
Centella Ndoki, what Paleros call the ‘lesser spirits’ of afro cuban necromancy and to whom I am initiated.
The Storm Spirit, Queen of the Dead, the Witch of all Witches.
‘What are you thinking about?’
I notice his hand is in front of me, again gauging my attention.
I can no longer contain my frustration.
I let go.
‘I don’t get any of this and I don’t feel like I am learning anything I’m supposed to. I am mostly there because of you. If it weren’t for you, they would not give me, Tania, or Marco the time of day but yet they always ‘need’ us. That’s not a blame, I just question the validity of all of this and my place within it. I am questioning my place in life, period.’
My demons begin to remind me of how much of a mess I am, how selfish I am to have said what I said and to assume I deserved anything.
They continue to tempt me back into my comfortable hatred and anger towards my family which just so happens to be connected to my rage for being born.
I can’t even take my own life and end this; because, God….
This spiral makes me feel displaced, wrong, and stupid simply for fucking breathing.
I am nothing like them and even when i try to be like them, it still isn’t enough.
The fires in me are rising to an uncomfortable peak-
Barnes and noble fades away into the blackhole that is my mind, my thoughts are then swallowed up by silence.
This experience is like witnessing some sort of cosmic food chain.
For a moment, it is just me and my best friend in what feels like a bubble made up of soft clouds.
I turn to look at my best friend.
I wonder if he feels what I feel.
The shift in pressure.
The quiet.
What just happened?
I watch as my best friends pupils dilate.
He inhales, his lips slowly parting.
‘Whoa…’
Curious and concerned, I lean in.
‘What, whats happening?’
‘You are a lot like Centella…’
My best friend looks at me as if he is looking past me and at me at the same time.
He continues.
‘It makes sense why She chose you. You are dark, mysterious, hard to put a finger on. People can go crazy and obsessed if they spend too long trying to figure you out. People can feel this…and they are scared because they don’t know what it is.
Like you, she is very misunderstood and understood at the same time. It’s hard to explain.’
He bites his nail briefly, its clear he is deciphering some sort of code or message like he does when he is devouring books.
‘Most people can’t reach you because most people are not supposed to. They can’t until they are ready.’
He turns his head, I am assuming to receive more information.
My disappointment threatening the silence between us.
I want to be understood.
I want to be seen.
Wtf God!
‘Yoooooooo.’ He gasps as his hands wave with the zeal of a cartoon bird; his body communicates wildly in the ecstasy of revelation.
‘You are like chaos itself. Sasha…You have no idea what is coming for you. You have no idea who you really are. Sasha…
You have to get to know Centella better. Forget about our godparents, this is where She wants you. Shewants to teach you Herself. You are right to stay to yourself. Keep doing what you are doing, let hershow you.’
We hold each others gaze for a moment, though his looks more dazed and mine confused.
‘Sasha, its so beautiful.’
He looks away, clearly still ruminating on what he had seen.
Time slows down some more before it seems to snap back in place.
My best friend resumes his study while I stare at my cake like The Oracle would jump out and tell me what just happened in this matrix.
I don’t feel beautiful.
Maybe, he was just trying to make me feel better. He is my best friend.
I cut into my cake with my fork curious and secretly grateful that I had something else to engage my mind with.
I can’t deny that something about what he said feels true.
I can’t put my finger on it.
I just know it’s important.
What is wrong with me?
One day, I will remember.
-Original story experienced in 2012
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1. Claude Monet, Snow Scene at Argenteuil (1875) // 2. Sylvia Plath, Dialogue Over A Ouija Board: A Verse Dialogue, from Collected Poems // 3. Louise Glück, from Winter Recipes from the Collective: Poems // 4. Francis Jammes, tr by Jethro Bithell, from “It Is Going to Snow,” wr. c. 1910 // 5. Natalie Diaz, “Manhattan Is a Lenape Word.” Postcolonial Love Poem // 6. Sarah Kay, from “Winter Without You”, No Matter the Wreckage // 7. John Geddes, A Familiar Rain // 8. Samuel Taylor Coleridge, Come, come thou bleak December wind // 9. Joseph D. Herron, December
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You're deaf to real
Dangers, but don't mind hearing about the ones In hell, since hell's a fairytale.
Sylvia Plath, ‘Dialogue Over A Ouija Board’ from The Collected Poems of Sylvia Plath 1981.
#Sylvia plath#the collected poems of sylvia plath#dialogue over a ouija board#extrait#english#anglais
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The blown leaves make bat-shapes, Web-winged and furious.
Sylvia Plath - from “Dialogue Over a Ouija Board” featured in Collected Poems
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