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Platonic Yandere Tengen Family | Trick or Treat

“I WANT TO TRICK OR TREAT THIS YEAR!”

A collective gasp filled the room and your father crossed his muscular arms. Your burst of confidence seemed to leave your body along with the words that you practically shouted to your parents.

“Now why would you want to do that?”

It was a genuine question, you wre well into your elementary years to finally ask your parents if you could go. As always you were different. Everyone else didn’t have to ask their parents, they just went. Coming back the next day with countless horrifying stories and lunch boxes full of candy. You couldn’t even be like your friend who just didn’t celebrate.

“Oh I don’t celebrate it. I just got to help mama bake in the kitchen.”

You couldn’t even say that because you didn’t know. You recalled you once asked your Mama-Hina, she smiled and patted your head promising to help you make some pumpkin shaped cookies. While they tasted delicious, you found that was all that was done and it wasn’t much to report when everyone spoke of their eventful night. You did try asking Mama-Makio but she laughed and roughly slapped your back saying, “Yeah but that stuffs for babies, right?”

You asked Mama-Suma and you were worried you’d erupted an ear-drum as she shoved you into her chest wailing all about how, ‘the holiday is too scary for her baby!’

You realized you never went to ask your only father. Something about it seemed final, to ask your father who had the final say. At his word everyone listens–for the most part– and maybe as a subconscious rule for yourself you never let yourself think to ask him. Until now.

“I-i want to go and get candy like my friends. I-i don’t have t-to go with them but I want to have a basket full of candy like everyone else!”

Mama-Hina came from behind your father to put a warm hand on your back.

“If you want candy so bad we can just get you a biiiig pack. Just for you.”

She gave you her loving smile and you could hear your other mothers nod in agreement as they surged closer to you as though you were satisfied. You shook your head pulling away from them to cling to your father’s shirt. You looked up at him as you made your final plea.

“Papa, please! I want to trick or treat like everyone else! To earn my candy by how cute I’ll look in my costume!”

You father looked to the ceiling leaving you everyone in suspense as he gave an audible sigh. Looking into your big beady (e/c) eyes with his own fushcia pair before scooping you up into his arms to hold you high above his head and everyone elses.

“You can go!”

“Yay!”

Focused on giving celebratory hugs and thank-you’s to your father who was all smiles, you were completely oblivious to the horror-stricken faces of your mothers.

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“Why would you agree to that?! Now they're going to want to go every year!”

“And they’ll probably grow-up even faster if we do that!!! Wahhhhh my baby’s going to scare themselves to death Waaah.”

Tengen had been selected for the honor of dropping you off to school today, courtesy of encouraging you in the new adventure that was “Trick or Treat.” Arriving back home had him bombarded with the worrisome and tearful expressions of his wives. Ignoring Suma’s light punches to his chest and Makio trying to pull her away, he tilted his head at Hinatsuru who was lazer focused on folding some clothes. Uzui sweatdropped as he realized she was giving him the silent treatment as she cleaned up after your exciteful mess this morning. Ever since he gave his verdict you’d been joyfully dancing around chanting all about how you ‘were trick or treating this year!’ You were so happy that you were completely blocking out the soft comments of your Mama-Hina both trying to reel you back in from Cloud 9 by warning you of the restrictions that will definitely be set in place. Don’t get her wrong, your smile makes everyone’s heart flutter but the reason as to why puts a strain on their joy.

If you were asking to go trick or treating now, what would be next?! Going with friends?! Alone?! Going to horror houses!? Leaving home forever?! It seemed as though all the well-driven fears of strangers and monsters no longer dissuaded you. What were they to do?!

“Do you think I wouldn’t, consider what this would mean?”

The hustle and bustle from his wives (Makio & Suma) immediately calmed to listen to him. Even Hinatsuru slightly turned her head to hear what their husband had to say. He smirked before proudly exclaiming.

“We’ll be there the whole way until we aren’t.”

“W-what?!”

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“Mama, what do you think? Do I look good?”

You posed for Suma who lost the draw in who was allowed to come with on the costume hunt. Apparently they were afraid of too many people making a scene. Anyway you ultimately decided to be a chocolate-chip cookie. She cooed along with the rest of your mothers as you twirled around with your milk themed basket. Uzui looked on with his own smile, relishing in not only the really cute pictures he’d get from this but the steps for his plan to fall into place.

It wasn’t long before the sun had begun to set and you saw the other costumed children begin to make their rounds. You clutched the finger of your father’s massive hand as you tried to get him to move faster.

“It's okay, papa you look super flashy! Now let’s go!”

You figured he was stalling because he was shy of the macaroni necklaces you gave him as a makeshift costume. You weren’t aware of the final instructions your father was giving to your mothers before letting your tiny body pull him along outside.

“You’re right I do look flashy!”

“Now come on Dad! We gotta get all the good candy before it's gone.”

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The night was turning out to be a blast. You were given countless compliments on how cute you were in your costume. Not to mention you got more candy when you pointed to your dad. You figured they must have liked your makeshift costume because they would give you even more candy.

It was almost like the stories all your friends had told you; not to mention the insane amounts of candy you would get to have once you got home. Your bag was so big it was practically bursting. You beamed at the candy, pausing to yawn before taking in your surroundings. It was darker now, lights were turning off and Jackolanterns were being put out. It was time to go home but when you whipped your head behind you…your guardian wasn’t there.

“Papa?”

Only being met with the silence of the night. Even the crickets weren’t making any sound and you were all alone. You took a deep breath in and out, while trying to keep yourself calm you heard a rustle in the tree above. You looked above in time only to see something black and furry fall on your face. You didn’t scream you didn’t flail as you calmly removed the object from you to find that it was just a spider decoration.

You breathed a sigh of relief as you saw a string pull it back into the tree as you continued on thinking of where your home is. It wasn’t far but it did seem longer as you had no one to hold hands with. But this was okay. You're a big kid. After all you did go trick or treating today and that was a successful quest in its own right.

“Awwwwooooooh!”

You heard a mighty howl that had you scanning the area surrounding you, seeing no one but still feeling alarmed you walked a little faster. You were once again back in silence before hearing a gruff breathing growing nearer. You didn’t stop, you only sped up not enough to run but enough to stay a distance away from whatever had begun tailing you. Still hearing and now feeling whatever this was growing closer, you decided on a plan.

Breaking into a sprint you let your little legs carry you as far as you could. Getting tired you looked for an opening before seeing an open gate with a dog house. Without thinking you tucked yourself inside letting whatever was following you pass by in a confused state.

In the dark of the dog house you can see the soulless eyes of a pitbull.

“Oh sorry for using your space….uh you can have these for payment.”

You reached into your bag fishing out the packaged sliced apples a loud woman insisted you have. Opening the bag and laying the slices on the ground the dog happily munched on the fruit slices as you gave a good scratch to his head. With slight difficulty you shoved your costume out of the doorway before turning around to blow a kiss.

“Bye baby, enjoy the apples!”

You went along your way remembering the path to your house being sure to look at your surroundings. And as you neared your house you did find something odd: a drying trail of red liquid that started on the sidewalk that led to a patch of trees. You gulped before committing to follow the burgundy splotches in the dirt to an out of place box. It was giant and wooden, surrounded by chains that seemed to have fallen off. As you got closer you made a shocking discovery.

“Pee--yew! This stinks.”

You exclaimed to yourself as you lifted its lid. It was really heavy and you could hold it just enough to see what was inside. It was a mass of something and definitely responsible for the stench you smelt so easily. There were bugs all around and in it, you couldn’t handle it anymore, dropping the lid to wave the air in front of your nose as you walked back to the path, shaking in disgust before making your way back home.

You had finally made it to your doorway already seeing the familiar silhouettes making frantic movements along with the muffled shouts of the family. You were going to knock before the feeling of being watched took over. Like you had many times before scanned your surroundings falling on the easily missed fellow in a suit. Across the street he looked deep in thought as he stared at your house. So invested that he failed to notice you come up beside him and tug at his sleeve.

“Hi there Sir, I like your costume.”

You motioned to the red paint on his face. He didn’t respond, he just kept looking at you. You thought for a moment realizing he must be shy and since he was staring at your house he must have wanted to trick or treat. You gave him a sorry look before reaching into your bag.

“I’m sorry we finished Trick or Treating for the night but here you can have this.”

Grabbing his hand you open it and close it to hold the candy bar. You pat his hand and flash a smile before skipping back to your house and finally knocking on the door. With hardly any time passing at all the door swung open and multiple pairs of hands came and grabbed you pulling you inside to smother you with hugs and kisses.

“Waaahhhh (Y/n) why were you out so late!? Why didn’t you come back, right away!!?”

“Were you scared baby? Papa came back without you. I was so worried.”

“(Y/n)...you’ve been through a scary experience, are you sure you want to go ‘Trick or Treating’ again?”

The room falls into a silence as you finish hugging your father who has a hard time letting you go even as you pull away to answer.

“Uhm uh..”

Everyone seemed to lean closer as you thoughtfully mulled over your night. Before coming to a conclusion at which you nodded to yourself.

“Yes! I want to do it again!”

A collective groan sounded from your mothers as your father loudly laughed only quieting when he felt your tiny hand push at his chest.

“But uhm, maybe you shouldn’t come with me since you just left me right after it was over…”

You weren’t joking and Uzui Tengen took that to heart. It was all a part of his plan and he truly was watching you the whole time. His previously laughing face had turned into one of horror as his wives began to laugh at him.

Subtly pushing for you to sit on the couch Makio and Suma helped you take off your costume to get ready for your bed-time routine while Hinatsuru fixed you a warm glass of milk. You recounted your adventure as they nervously looked at one another before hyper-focusing on their respective tasks.

“And then I met this one guy who was dressed up as that one singer with the nightmare music video!”

“A singer?” Hinatsuru sent a look to the no longer frozen in horrified shock, Uzui who perked up at your revelation.

“Yeah, he wanted to come inside but *Yawn* I gave him some candy instead.”

Carefully handing you your warmed cup of milk Hinastsure let Makio and Suma fight over how to put you to bed. You sleepily waved as you disappeared into the hall with a bickering Suma and Makio.

“Uhm Uzui…did you see anyone that matched that description?” Her lilac orbs were already ashaken with concern as her husband didn’t respond, only looking cryptically at the sidewalk across from their house.

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cybernatedbeholder · 9 months

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"Excuse me...um...hello...um...darn...is this the right placE? Im here on the behave of my friend...he was a large Violetblood with an underbite, fluffy hair...um...h-hellO?" - Malara @ Tinrea and Yovska

-> The fushcia giggled before speaking

` Yes dearie y<>u're exactly at the right place~ What d<> y<>u need?~ `

-> Yovska stayed quiet, he seems kinda lost in his thoughts at the moment.

#tinrea tanake #yovska wertae

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vespurrway · 9 months

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sorry i NEED to put this out in the world. fruitberries nearly tied the sky battle kill record from back in mcc 11. that was 17 kills and fushcia's entire team was rushing people back then. the fact that fruit managed his kills mostly on his own and got SIXTEEN? god. god. god.

if owen hadn't gotten the kill credit on oli from water elevator explosives fruit would've TIED IT!!!!

#insane. insane insane insane #fruitberries #mcc 32 #v's mccposting #he makes minecraft look so easy. rahh #mcc #ves whispers

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thefourdiamonds-fantrolls · 3 months

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[Treyfa was a bit confused at the news about Chimor, Troval said that was the most angry she had seen the Deep Seadweller, and it was about the other Fuchsia. Concern, Treyfa looked around and managed to find her way to Brenya's casino in the city, she gave a harsh knock at the door.] - Treyfa @ Brenya

--E-> This ar-Ea is off limi-

-> The fushcia opened the door, sitting in a wheelchair. He moved back, surprised that a different fushcia would show up at his door.

--E-> H-Ello? --E-> What brings you h-Er-E?

-> Their mind already started thinking of possible reasons behind the others appearance. Did he get into trouble? Will she attack him? She didn't look like it, so for now he just looked up at her with an untrusting eye.

#brenya answers #brenya talks

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miscellaneous-obsession · 1 year

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Love Knows No Bounds

Request: @alwaysforladyesdeath 'Can you make one where Sarah gets her immortality and she finds her love from the past who is now an immortal witch like her (female reader pls).'

I adored this request, such a lovely ask!

Finally free of the shackles that once bound her to the black flame candle, the youngest Sanderson chose not to heed Winnie's trivial warnings of mankind, opting to take to the skies just as she once had three centuries prior. Unfamiliar terrain sprawled beneath her flight path, though undeterred Sarah glided through the air, eyes closed shut as she relished in the breeze that tickled her face. Tresses of blonde hair twisted behind her frame, warping with every shift in directionality she made at random.

After minutes of flying blind, cerulean orbs snapped open as Sarah's senses became overwhelmed by nostaligic scents reminscent of a past long forgotten. The heady smell of lavender wafted through the air, persuading her with ease to search for its place of origin. The closer the blonde became, the more prominent the undertones of sickly sweet honey emerged, leading her directly toward a cottage that once held significant meaning.

Landing safely, Sarah hastened her steps as the house materialised through the treeline, the wooden structure constructed deeper within the forbidden forest than most. Smoke plumed from the chimney column, a shade of ash grey, unnaturally tinted with tones of fushcia as the light hit it. Soon Sarah raised her fist to knock, though her efforts were in vain as the door swung open in haste, a stunned woman appearing on the other side.

Unchanged, despite the passage of time, was Y/N standing stock still in the doorway. The blonde felt her heart palpitate within her chest, threatening to escape the confines of her ribcage if it continued for a moment longer. A shaking hand was proffered, unsure of what it reached for, landing gently upon the blonde's cheek in an affectionate manner. Slowly, a thumb smoothed over Sarah's red-flushed skin, tracing nonsensical patterns as she ensured the woman before her was in fact real and very much alive.

"Please tell me that thine own eyes do not deceive me... Sarah, is it really thou?" Sarah's smile grew ten-fold in response, her head nodding furiously to wordlessly answer the question. Those lips then parted with a squeal as she found herself being spun in place, lithe arms holding her close and secure. Throughout which a flurry of kisses were then pressed across her face, the majority peppering the blonde's forehead and cheeks, leaving stains of lipstick in their wake.

"Pray tell how is it that you are here... for I recall your hanging so vividly?" The momentary pause and involuntary shudder that followed conveyed how traumatic the sight must have been. In an attempt to distract from horrid memories, Sarah clasped Y/N's hands within her own emphatically replying, "Oh but that matters not, Y/N for all I wish for is to be with you? Doth thou still feel the same?"

Abating the doubts that lingered within the blonde's head, Y/N replied with a question of her own, "My sweet Sarah, was that ever in question?"

Leaning forward in order to close the gap of mere inches that separated the pair, Y/N kissed Sarah passionately as though no time had lapsed at all. Reciprocating in kind, the blonde melted having sorely missed the intimacy so freely offered by the other woman. Willingly, Sarah allowed herself to be pulled across the threshold of the abode with a tantalising whisper, "I have missed thy immensely," all too eager to partake in their familiar game of cat and mouse once more.

#hocus pocus #hocus pocus 2 #hocus pocus sarah #sarah sanderson #sarah sanderson x female reader #sarah sanderson x reader #fluff #fanfiction #fanfic #hocus pocus fanfic #my writing

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f2ucharacters · 8 months

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welcome to my blog. i make character designs that are free to use by anyone for any reason, as long as proper credit is given.

all art and designs here are licensed under CC BY-NC 4.0 - most of the info you may need is at this link, so please check it out (https://f2ucharacters.carrd.co). (for information about commercial use, please check the link or DM me.)

you may request design ideas for this blog if you wish. include any amount or type of information you want. i will make most designs requested of me, within time. fandom designs will be differently prioritized based on my familiarity with said fandom. REQUESTS ARE ON HOLD (i'm still doing them, but delivery will take a while)

tags #scaledantennae - all posts that aren't characters #text / #ask / #announcement / #poll - what it says on the tin #preview, #wip - character WIPs. block for spoilers

main art account: @lepicera fan character account: @f2ufancharacters commissions: https://lepicera.neocities.org/commishes/ find me elsewhere: https://kskfjdnms.carrd.co

list of requests below cut

finished requests (awaiting queue) Louis wain inspired furry (for a friend) Horns/antlers: candle (for a friend) Horns/antlers: bottle (for a friend) Horns/antlers: candy corn (for a friend) Furry but with grass instead of fur (for a friend) Tongue hair (for a friend) One of those ancient chinese terracotta warriors (for a friend) Sea glass? (for a friend) lollipop horns troll (for a friend)

requests: Horns/antlers: crayon (for a friend) Horns/antlers: tree (for a friend) Horns/antlers: chalk (for a friend) Horns/antlers: smokestack (for a friend) Horns/antlers: holographic (for a friend) Sugar glider with baby blankie for wing flap things (for a friend) Faucet tail w/ handle (for a friend) Whalefall (the thing where the whales go to the ocean floor and everything eats them). A zombie version of that would be neat i think (for a friend) Flower antennae (for a friend) Metal spring antennae (i suggest rusty blood) (for a friend) Pikmin creatures but furry (for a friend) Organic machine. think cabinet man (for a friend) Gemstones for eyes (for a friend) Kintsugi (kintsugi is gold cracks glue) (for a friend) secunda (a song) (for a friend) "mom gives birth to twins, doctor tells her one of them isn't a baby" / https://img.ifunny.co/images/200515162a744cf66cc5a91a9a629732efbdb5862d186967b3a922fbe406e5aa_1.jpg (for a friend) ponies!!!!1 (worth-beyond-a-number-scale) superman ice cream design (worth-beyond-a-number-scale) scene core / steampunk mix (misc. SU user) "purple orchid" dragon (misc. SU user)

fandom requests: troll with funny horns (dicks) (for a friend) troll with funny horns (middle fingers) (for a friend) troll with funny horns (tools - wrench and screw) (for a friend) troll with funny horns (tools - homestuck tools / weapons) (for a friend) troll with funny horns (unicorn) (for a friend) troll with funny horns (uneven scmitar horns?) (for a friend) troll with funny horns (even dagger horns?) (for a friend) troll with funny horns (shapes?) (for a friend) Or themes? A fushcia who poses as a mutant because she wants to be special and/or get special word privileges. You HAVE to give them half-and-half hair (for a friend) funny purplebloods who paint their faces to look like masquerade masks (for a friend) funny purplebloods who paint their faces to look like (...) battlescars (for a friend) Homestuck troll with hammer & sickle horns. Name is Commie Marxis. (rustblood?) (for a friend) new oc idea: an ena-like character who changes appearance and personality when her glasses change color. **rose**-colored glasses vs being *jade*d. (problem arises: pink and green. calm and energetic. rose and jade.) (i was thinking either colored sunglasses or masquerade masks // maybe the other varient could have masquerade masks. like how ena has the black sclera form) (for a friend) phighting ocs ("really the only requirements are that they need to have horns of some kind & they need to be based off of a roblox gear") (anon)

#text #pinned

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