Day 450
So I took Halloween off for shits and giggles, and it was a good thing I did so.
I’ve learned the hard way, after 12 hours, and way too much sugar that you shouldn’t do your monthly set up the day before the new month. Especially when you know that your layout style is very decorative and detail intensive. Honestly, when I thought about what I’d do today, I thought I was going to go out into the world to grab a bite to eat and maybe grab a milk tea since the theme for November is autumn and milk tea.
However, it became clear very quickly that this was going to take a while. Especially because there were a lot of cutouts. While kraft paper is wonderful for ensuring that negative space isn’t so glaring, one of the (many) drawbacks is that any images on a white background then stand out like a very sore thumb.
As a result, I raided my stash of very rarely used instant milk tea packets and made myself two cups of hot milk tea to drink while I worked on the journal. I also ordered ramen once I was done with the layouts and finished my meal with a green tea ice cream bar.
It was a good day though, and I’m very pleased with the result. The weekly to-do list page though is a bit uneven because I miscounted my squares, but since I only did it for the first week of November I can live with that.
I still have to populate everything though, and finish off the entry for the last day of the month. So I better get onto exercises so I can move onto that.
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Trying to plan my grocery list and workouts around Halloween tomorrow is proving to be a struggle. Back when we lived in a really bad neighborhood in (college town known for a certain HGTV show that had a cult like following) we started doing a cookout on the driveway on Halloween. We had fed the neighbors before, but decided that having hot dogs, veggie trays, and fruit treats out for anyone to get along with trick or treating candy was a good idea. And we've stuck with it for years running now.
Last year I made a double batch of gluten free mummy hand pies and they were GOOD. They were a massive hit with everyone and I've been asked to make a triple batch this year so more people can enjoy them. But that means I will spend all morning probably through early afternoon making pies... So now today I have to get extra steps and do tomorrow's workout today. And go grocery shopping. Plus I can never tell if I have enough powdered sugar or not, because it puffs up in the container but then packs down so much it practically disappears.
I'm really looking forward to those pies though. Mmmmmmmmmmmm
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hello everyone! chihiro fujisaki here (host of the system with the ouma fictive who shows up on here from time to time) and halloween plans? we are going as usami for halloween! since i'm from dr1 and he's from ndrv3, we're kind of... meeting in the middle, i guess(?), with sdr2! no parties or anything, but we'll still be handing out candy! happy halloween to all of our friends out there, esp mondo and leon (and momota for ouma, lol)
(i'll use his tag! #👻🌌🎋)
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Cw: Stalking, serial killer Simon, non-con, stalking.
Stalker and haunted house worker Simon who sees you and your friends enter the park and immediately is drawn in by you. Getting horny just thinking about stalking you around the park, following you into the darker rooms of the haunted house full of blood and gore.
Thinking of you unsuspecting as you sign that waver to be touched and pushed around, laughing with your friends as you entered the house...
Watching you take an interest in one room, while your friends part and walk another direction...
Pinning you to the wall once you're away from your friends, touching you all over, pulling at your outfit. "Look so beautiful tonight..." He rasps under his mask and jacket, leaning into your neck.
You whined, gasping and fumbling around desperately. Feeling aroused by being like this. People coming and going through the house, probably able to see you.
Simon keeps you pinned, the fake hatchet they gave him pinned to your throat as he wiggles your bottoms down, not wasting any time spanking your ass.
Looking around before taking down his belt and stroking his cock between your ass cheeks.
The idea of fucking you like this making his head spin and his gut tense.
The sound of his fingers sliding inside you colliding with the sounds of the statues and obstacles throughout the place going off. Bathed in red light when his cock sinks inside you, flesh slapping against skin. His boots planting in the ground, gripping you tightly.
The sound of your moans and the house flowing together, hearing others screams from different rooms while you shake and moan beautifully under him.
You look so good, you take him so good. He's so infatuated with you. Seeing how you squirm to try and get away but he only pushes you down, arches your back. He can't stop even if he wanted to, watching his fat cock pound through your insides.
"Got like this all for me." He strokes your cheek, seeing your tears, seeing your lips falling open in a silent moan, followed by a sharp cry of pleasure.
"Fuck, moan louder, love. Louder. Fuckin' let them hear you." He grunts, thrusting his hips violently and harshly inside you. Making you sing louder, desperately crying out with each thrust that hit you right where you wanted it.
You cry, whining and reaching to try and grab him but he keeps you pinned, skull mask staring at you, large body pressing you into the wall, hips still chasing his orgasm.
Wanting to fill you full. Seeing you since the moment you entered the gates of the park in his wanders. Wanting to empty his load deep inside you and make you walk around with his claim deep inside you.
Pulling an orgasm out of you, feeling pride as he fucks you straight through it, your gasps and whines echo. Pleading with him. But he doesn't stop until he shoves all the way in, keeping you still as he empties his balls deep inside you.
Grunting and filling you up with his hot, sticky load.
Pulling out and fumbling desperately to keep it all in, heart pounding in desperation as he keeps every drop of his seed inside you.
Pulling up his pants again, the hatchet digging into your throat as he kissed your neck through his mask. "Go find your friends baby."
He let you go, leaving you there to shakily pull yourself back together, whining feeling so full. Your friends worriedly searching when they ran into you, laughing about where you'd gotten lost to.
You could feel him watching you the rest of the night. Through the haunted house, through the theme park, through the parked cars.
Simon who watches you get in the car with your friends, eyes locked on the licence plate. Simon watching you leave the parking lot. Taking the mask after his shift, getting in his car. Securing the mask, grabbing his hatchet from the backseat. The blade glinting off the moonlight...
He was gonna find you and your friends again. He had to. He wanted you.
(little blurb since what I had planned for Halloween might come a day late. Unless.. we want a full version of this? Up to you.)
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