#helps his spoopy vibes

[ellethespaceunicorn]

The Howling in Claw Creek Forest, Prologue

Title: The Legend of the Claw Creek Creature

Rating: Mature, 18+, Minors - DNI 

Pairing: Werewolf!Walter Marshall x Reader 

Word Count: 2K 

Series Summary: You live in a small town called Claw Creek, surrounded by a deep, dark forest. Since you were a kid, an urban legend of the creature in the woods has been told. If the distant howls at night and mutilated livestock are anything to go by, you fear the stories to be true.

Chapter Summary: The story of the creature in the woods is told to you by your grandfather. You pass it on later to the kids in your hospital ward as a funny story from your childhood. It seems all of this might not be just a story. 

Warnings: mentions of mutilated animals, spoopy vibes 

A/N: So, this is my contribution to Halloween/Kinktober. It was supposed to be a one-shot, but I digress. This poll helped me decide who is my main character. Thank you to @viking-raider for challenging me. Thank you to @milknhonies for setting a fire under my butt. And a special thank you to @peyton-warren for being my lovely beta and soundboard for this. 

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“Grandpa, I wanna hear the story again, please!” You bounded over to your grandfather, your pigtails flopped on your shoulders when you landed in his lap as he sat in his favorite armchair. 

He smiled down at you and spoke, “And what story might that be, darling?”  

“C’mon, Grandpa, you know what story. The one about the Claw Creek creature!!” You reminded him of your favorite tale, the legend of what happened right here in your town. 

“Alright, alright,” He scratched at his gray beard and looked off into the distance, “So, way back when the town was first founded over two hundred years ago, there were only a few families that settled here. The first of which was a wealthy family from England. Then came a successful farming family from the South. And so on. Well, little did these settlers know that there was an evil lurking in the woods at the edge of town.” 

You listened to the story, even though you knew it backward and forward. You just liked to hear how your grandfather could make it so fanciful every time you heard it. 

“After a prosperous number of years, the townspeople started to notice livestock being mutilated overnight. One family would blame the other, of course. But no one was ever caught sneaking on the farms or taunting the animals. And sadly, it didn't end there.” 

You couldn’t hide the smile on your face. This is the good part! 

“Look at you getting all excited! I should have you tell this story.” He laughs and pats your head. 

“No, Grandpa. You tell it so much better than me.” You adopted a pout and looked up at him through your lashes. 

“Your mother used to use that same approach; she must have taught you well,” He rolls his eyes and smiles, continuing, “If losing cows and chickens wasn’t enough, the town suffered another tragedy. While playing a game of ‘Chicken’, a group of boys stood at the edge of the tree line with their backs to the forest in the dead of night. One by one, each boy would run away for fear that the noises coming from the trees were a signal that the creature was nearby. Until only one boy was left. When he saw his friends had all left him, he started to whoop and holler about his victory. And that was his last mistake, sadly—” 

“Are you telling her that damn story again?” Your mother interrupted your grandfather, her father, “You aren’t the one that must reassure her in the dead of night that this story isn’t real, Dad.” 

“Mommy, the story is real! And I promise I won’t get scared tonight. Please let Grandpa finish the story! Please please please please please—” 

“Alright, fine! But remember you promised not to get scared tonight, young lady.” She kissed your forehead, patted her father’s shoulder, and shook her head before leaving you two to your story. 

“Now, where was I?” Your grandfather starts, searching his memory for his place in the story, “Ah right, the last boy was making all kinds of racket over his victory. He started to walk toward where his friends were standing until something grabbed him from behind. All his friends could do was watch for one second, he was there, and the next second he was gone. His screams faded into the sounds of the forest. Those boys ran as fast as they could back to town to tell of what had happened. 

“When some of the townsfolk went to search the forest, they weren’t very lucky. They scoured those woods in search of the boy. All they found was a cabin that was covered in vines, and it seemed to have been there for quite some time. But there was no sign of anyone having lived there. They searched and they searched but only found the boy’s jacket which was in shreds and covered in rust-colored fur. With no bears in the area, they assumed maybe it was a wolf or something. Which would have made sense with the missing livestock as well. It seemed that whatever took him must have eaten him whole because they never found anything else of his. No pants, no shoes. Gone, without a trace. And they searched for days, never finding him. 

“After that tragedy, the elders discouraged everyone from going even near the woods. Unless it was daytime. If the sun was out, the forest was still a little scary but nothing like that night. Even now, with all the safety precautions we have, I wouldn’t go into that forest if you paid me a million dollars. Anyway, they ended up renaming the town Claw Creek in remembrance of what happened. Never found a wolf though. I guess after all these years, we can safely say whatever was there that night is long gone now. Occasionally though, the wind carries, and I could swear I could hear howling late at night. Whatever it is out there, I say we let him have the forest and we keep to the town. That goes for you too, darling. You stay out of those woods, okay?” He finished his story with a warning, and he’d never done that before. 

“I’m not going in those woods. I am curious, though. How come I’ve never heard any howling? That would be so cool!” Your excitement about the story stopped you from thinking of the danger. 

“Trust me, darling. You do not want to hear those howls. They are haunting. And I’m old, I’m barely afraid of anything. But that creature? I believe he’s still out there. That’s why I tell this story, even if your mother hates it. Listen a bit closer in the night, maybe you’ll hear the howls one day. But promise me that you won’t go in search of where they lead.” His serious face scared you a bit, he was usually so jovial. 

“If I hear it, I won’t go toward it. I promise, Grandpa.” You reach out your pinky to him and he locks his pinky in yours to seal the promise. 

“That’s my girl. Now, what do you say we go and see if there’s any milk and cookies we can get into?” With his warm smile back in place, you return it happily. 

You hopped down from his lap and took his hand to pull him up off the armchair. Pulling him into the kitchen, you took a seat and watched as he poured the milk and took out some cookies from the cookie jar. You sat and talked with him about the creature and how you hoped you could hear the howl one day. 

That night you stayed up extra late to wait for the sounds of the forest to float to your window. All you ended up hearing was the sounds of owls and crickets chirping. No howl that night and no howl any night after that. 

That is, until about twenty years later... 

It was just a bit past midnight and you had just finished your shift as a nurse in the children’s ward of the hospital. You were dog-tired but you loved your job. You made it a tradition to pass on the story that your grandfather told you about the town. Telling all the little kids scary stories had only one consequence. They wouldn’t want anything else before bed but your story. And you loved it. Of course, you gave them the same warning as your grandfather did, to never go in search of the ‘big bad wolf’. 

You made it home and had a quick dinner and shower before you poured yourself into bed. Your open windows allowed the night breeze to come and wash over you. It also allowed you some white noise to fall asleep to. 

And that’s when you heard it. 

Ahh-wooooooo... 

You shot up in bed, thinking you were hearing things. You went to your bedroom window and you peered out into the night. You could see the tree line from where your house stood and you listened again for the howl. There seemed to be only silence and you were about to give up when you heard it again. 

Ahh-wooooooo... 

Your eyes were glued to the trees as the sound traveled to your ears. You blame it on your lack of sleep that you saw yellow glowing eyes watching you before disappearing back into the dark of the forest. 

But your tiredness wouldn’t explain the sound. The howl was there. You heard it twice. You can’t mistakenly hear something twice. Can you? 

You wait at your window for a couple minutes and there are no more sounds and no movement from the trees. You close your window and lay back in bed. You toss and turn most of the night, thinking of that pained howl all night long. You even dreamt of those eyes that you thought you saw. 

You didn’t know it yet, but that was not the last time you would hear that howl or see those eyes. 

The next morning, you go out to your local coffee shop to fuel up. You notice there seems to be a commotion as some folks are gathering outside near the town square. With coffee in hand, you make your way over and spot your best friend. 

“Olivia, what is all this about? Why is everyone out here?” You ask, gesturing toward the crowd of people near the fountain. 

“Girl, you didn’t hear those howls last night?” Her panic-stricken face tells you everything you need to know.  

Those howls were real. And everyone heard them. 

“But...it’s just like a wolf or something? We’re outlined by a forest. That’s gotta be normal. Right?” You’re not sure whether you are trying to calm her down, or yourself. 

“Well, yeah. But that doesn’t explain what happened on a few of the farms. Actually, the Elliot and the Sullivan farms got it the worst. They say some of their cattle and chickens got mutilated. But the doors to the enclosures to where the animals were kept? They weren’t broken in, they were just opened. Like something opened the door and walked in, ate their fill of beef and poultry, and then just walked right back out. How could that even happen?” She shakes her head and wraps her arms around herself to try and keep warm in the brisk autumn morning air. 

You were fine with thinking you had gone crazy and heard howls and saw glowing eyes. In fact, you would rather have continued to think you were nuts. But this ain’t no dream. Other people heard the howls last night. And now there were animal mutilations. All like in your grandfather’s story. 

I bet he would have gotten a sick little thrill out of all this happening. But you’re suddenly glad that he wasn’t around to see all this nonsense.  

“Liv, I’m gonna go back home. If anything else comes up, call me ok? Just be careful out here, girl.” You give her a quick hug and make your way back to your house after she promises to check in with you later. 

Sitting at your kitchen table, your coffee gone cold, you stared off into space. Was this all really happening? Was the creature real? Had it seen you that night? You pour your coffee into a mug and place it in the microwave. While you wait for it to be done, you check your phone and see Liv sent you a text. 

‘Hey girl, so they’re actually setting a curfew for tonight. Can you believe it? Everybody needs to be indoors by ten. Anyway, let’s get together for drinks tonight. Your place or mine or whatever. Don’t really wanna be alone tonight with all this mess.’ 

You send a quick text back agreeing to have her over for some wine and bad television, not wanting to be alone tonight either. Grabbing your coffee from the microwave, you settle down in the living room with your laptop. You begin to search the internet for any local wolf sightings, and to your horror, there hasn’t been a single one. Which, in your brain, can only mean one thing. 

The creature your grandfather warned you about might not be just a piece of fiction. 

To be continued... 

A/N: I am really nervous about this story so any comments are welcome. I really wanted this to be a one-shot and I should have known better lol.  

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[michaelmylove]

im gonna liveblog hello from the hallowoods when i feel like it, so this is the first one

this guy sounds like Cecil but with a less deep voice

what did he say his name was it sounded ridiculous

is this like wtnv. hell yeah i love wtnv

oooh theme this is fun

so its like... wtnv + early tma?

yeah his dad was not a librarian

spoopy key :3

if i zone out for 2 seconds i miss a ton so. adhd is gonna make this fun

spoopy siren key :0

bro this dude not getting drwoned by sirens is the same vibe as that guy that straight up left the distortion's hallways bc he was gonna be late for dinner

tiny picnic sandwich my love <3 (- this guy probably)

adverts!

weird ass squirrel

the music- :DD fun! so light hearted! yay!

what is being described- ♪ൠ 𝕋ℍέ ⓂＯＮˢ𝐭𝔢г 𝓈ＱǗ𝒾𝐫ｒєㄥ ʷｉｌᒪ 𝓶ᗩᵏ𝐞 Ⓨ𝓸𝓤 𝕡𝐀𝔶 Ƒ𝓸я ⓎόỮｒ ｓ丨𝔫s

*diggory graves*?? bit on the nose

n o n b i n a r y g h o s t <333

yknow what 'diggory graves' is on par with enby names actually

2 ghost?? fun :D

not.. ghost. zombie?? boy is ghost. dig amn't.

aww even in death they're so polite

evil migrane piano?

OHHHHH *KEYS* oh thats clever

heyyyyyyy we'll track down your loved ones but only to tell them to pay for something!

DIGGORY HI HELLO AGAIN

afab enby zombie lets goooooooooo

L E S B I A N

oh no. ded lesbian? :[

persephone?

p e r c y ghost

<333 gay

LESBIAN SONG

yes you have youve got a wife

help the ghosty boy with your zombie lesbian fingers!

damnit ghost logic

why would they break it

I WANT THE ANSWER DIGGORY

its giving the not!them table and im scared

is percy their kid omfgggg

mood

you can remember like nothing dude ??

this is legit so sweet

<33333

im gonna go to sleep now, ill be back tmrw

#its so late i should sleep #HIS NAME IS NIKIGNIK???? #hfth nikignik #hfth #hfthw #hello from the hallowoods #hfth liveblog

[kingkatsuki]

I'm asking everyone 👀 cause I need to know about bakujo

Shindou 👀 your boyfie takes you to a haunted forest or whatever to get you scared so you'll cling to him and it works.

But Bakugou is the best scarer there is, in the entire region no one can scare better than him. Mostly because of his adaptable and how easily he can read people.

So he always goes after pretty girls with shitty boyfriends just to get them to break up or see how shitty their boyfriend is for the fun and drama of it.

But you Jo, Bakugou is obsessed with you, has to fucking have you and is constantly scaring you and shindou in hopes you'll be his 👀

Kitten I’m so obsessed with this ask, because it would genuinely make the most amazing Kinktober/spoopy Halloween fic. And now I’m wondering whether we should’ve made our sever collab fake haunted forest vibes like this cause 👀

But I have so many ideas that can come from this!!

It’s your first date with Shindou, and you’re kinda grateful because it means conversation won’t have to flow too well because you’ll be distracted by the actors jumping out at you along the way, even if you’ll probably be getting closer than normal to him when you get scared and cling to his arm.

And maybe Bakugou sees you with such a sleazy looking asshole and decides you deserve way better than him. So he’s deliberately trying to scare Shindou, not you. Because then you’ll be free and he can take his mask off and play the hero— but of course you end up getting terrified and just hang on to Shindou even harder so it’s near impossible for him to get close to you. Until after the forest when he sees you grabbing a drink at the bar and he decides to come over to you?

And maybe Shindou is a shitty fucking boyfriend, because Bakugou recognised him and knows that you’re not the first girl he’s brought here— knowing that he must do it to have him look like a hero while these multiple girls cling to him for dear life. And Bakugou decides you’re way too good for this loser, so he decides to up the ante and get you for himself.

Or or or maybe he’s trying to scare Shindou, and instead he makes you cry so he’s pulling his mask up and breaking character so fucking fast to coo out apologies to you🥺

Or a sexy non-con idea where Bakugou manages to scare Shindou (and you) enough to spook him away, running out of the forest and leaving you all alone in that pretty dress you decided to wear. And Bakugou promises he’ll help you out of the forest and keep you safe, taking your hand and guiding you through the trees. But he’s got no intention of taking you to safety, pinning you against one of the old oaks as he keeps his mask on and fucks you against it.

But it also made me think of ghost!Bakugou, and picturing that Shindou thinks all the actors and everything in this forest are fake, and you can tell too. The jump scares are lame, and the decorations are almost an abomination, with fake spider webs hanging haphazardly in trees and those skeletons that are that yellow kinda plastic. But the moment ghost!Bakugou sees you, he knows he’s gotta have you. Whether your little boyfriend is scared off or not—

#tw:noncon #trigger:noncon #bakujo #shinjo

[mariomoved]

?????????????

round 2 real.

@hopeful-hugz ayyoooo! if you ever wanna reach out, hmu! i don't bite like a goomba nor sting like a spiny. but but!! thanks a lot! i love seeing all your different ocs around! they seem gr8!! you put a lot of character into them friendo!

@mysteriousthief rouge vc: how was that? perfect? like me? AH- your batty reminds me of how she used to be. back in the a2, heroes and x era. she had soooo much spunk back then & i can really feel that vibe when you're around! ty for reliving our girl™ she's a true treasure. a precious gem.

@ghostbustingreen 'EY LUIGI! WAY TO GO BRO! okay but. YOUR take on weegee is spot on. to a t. literally THE luigi mario! you don't know how MUCH I LOVE THESE TWO & WOULD DIE ON A SILVER PLATTER TO KEEP THEM HAPPY. writing with you so far has been a lot of fun! it's the best time ever having mario fan boy over his best bro. one of these days we oughta turn our small one-on-ones into something big. make our own super mario bros movie. only- luigi will have all the screen time in the world & mario can have his own voice. THAT SOUNDS LIKE A WIN-WIN TO ME. sdfgh spoopy! we've been following each other on our personals for YEARS i was GOING CRAZY WHEN I FOUND THAT OUT you have no idea. could even say we've been long lost besties this entire time! we got practically everything in common & enjoy so many different fandoms. i love discussing just about anything to you! you're a real wonder. gotta play more games with our posse. always have the most fun playing with you guys. i love you v much!!

@vintagefeared WOWIE ZOWIE thanks new fran! i may not dive too deep into '85 nor any other type of c.reepypasta, but lucas must be protected at all costs. i already see a lot of potential w/ them tbh. mario going against all odds to help lucas return home. or. in the least. keep a towering corruption of himself at bay.

#* ( 🍄 ) 𝗢𝗨𝗧 𝗢𝗙 𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗖𝗧𝗘𝗥. — ❝ game over! ❞ #♥️

[waters-and-the-wilde]

HEY @kyliebyelie I had a weird couplea weeks but I did say I would yell about Nureyev and Vespa some more so *launches enrichment pumpkins*

also OG post thread for anyone who wants context it was just getting a little unwieldy

First off! re: Nureyev still being willing to bet on the hope that Juno would still vouch for him – I’ve also been thinking about how he had to be willing to bet that it wouldn’t backfire on Juno. Like, ‘you have no idea how much I did to keep the Kanagawas off you’. The fact that tying Juno’s name to his own work could have very easily painted a target on him. Even if he couldn’t have known that Buddy and Jet were going to pull a ‘come with me if you want to live’, the fact that he put Juno on their radar suggests that he trusted Buddy to begin with. To not threaten Juno, or to use Juno to threaten Nureyev. Jet talks about how the criminal reputation informs a potential employer that their prospective is reliable, but it also must work in reverse – that a potential boss won’t screw you over.

re: Nureyev being a fan is something I think about A Normal Amount

You’ve absolutely nailed the whole vibe of their communication styles, the chain reaction of politeness/rudeness → perception of emotions and control → measurement of honesty → how that exacerbates the friction, like that is such a good breakdown goddamn.

to add to that since I am constantly frothing like the cappuccino about the concept of 'solid coping mechanisms that backfire in the wrong situations' so for your consideration: one of those pesky little first rules of thieving being 'don’t rise to the bait’. Oh it was intended for Being In Situations with weird rich people or standoffs with other criminals, but when it's his default setting for responding to things, it's just gonna just drive the wedge that much further every time Vespa questions his integrity and he doesn't show where he keeps his Give A Damn. (And it's probably even harder to untangle as a 'no that's for jobs not your personal life' thing when it still has its legitimate applications in his personal life, bc Juno’s own survival reflex MO is ‘how fast can I piss somebody off to find out what I need to know’ and that ability to stay focused and letting him know when that's uncalled for is probably extremely necessary for the both of them)

‘Vespa is terrifying’ – okay so funnily enough! i'd been telling @one-joe-spoopy (pssst hey come look I've got enrichment pumpkins!) about my headcanon of 'ranked order of members of the Carte Blanche crew by how much they scare him and why number one hands down goes to Rita,' which is a whole post in itself but long story short, I think out of everybody he gets the most sense of security around Vespa (though she probably still does terrify him, like, a normal amount and for the exact reasons you described, especially pre/during Man In Glass.)

Basically the concept I’ve been toying with (and I think moreso in a later, probably post-Cyberbots context given some time to settle in) is that her opinion of him is decided and earning her approval under the circumstances is What We Call A Non-Starter. When he's reflexively trying to manage everyone's expectations and invested in their approval, and realizes in no uncertain terms that he can't win Vespa over as long as the name thing is a going concern, the pressure’s off a bit there. Though not in the healthiest of ways, necessarily, if he’s just more comfortable with letting her believe what she wants about him because that’s how he usually deals with people.

And another aspect of this sense of security dovetails with your previous points about how Vespa and Juno are more reactive than performative, how they wear their principles on their sleeves and others recognize them as genuine. I bet Nureyev absolutely knows better than to make the comparison in her earshot, but I can see him just sorta unable to help liking her for the same reasons he’s drawn to Juno – he can brush off a little belligerence from someone whose integrity speaks for itself. Vespa abides by her own codes as well as visibly aligning herself with Buddy’s – she’s pissed about not knowing his name but won’t coerce it out of him even when the requisite leverage is right there – and like you said, she would be insulted by the idea of using underhanded means to get him fired. He knows where he stands and possibly figures that trying too hard to fix it is just going to piss her off further. And it's not like he's gonna stop being dramatic and making his gay little jokes and smooching Juno in the mess hall, he just needs to focus on comporting himself as a reliable crewmember and establishing himself the hard way with time and Buddy's family bonding activities (and yeag he wants to Get A Good Grade In Crewmate which is Normal To Want and Possible To Achieve).

oooh also I’m a little fucked up on the idea of him on bedrest with his broken leg and getting filled in on what he missed during Shadows, realizing that Vespa thinks he’s got it in for her right around the same time he’s having an epiphany that he trusts her to keep him alive and patched up even if she never likes him as a person and that the shapeshifting robot impostors don't stand a chance with her around. like not only is she not the thief she was twenty years ago, she's even tougher and smarter and cooler and doing it all with the brain horrors on top.

ALSO in light of Next Page I now think about ‘hey what if he’s Inherently Suspicious of Medical Personnel due to The Trauma and did he spend a bunch of his broken leg recovery time fretting that she was going to try to wring his name out of him while he was on painkillers only she never does??’ (god there’s this one fic where he and Juno get MacGuffined into kids and she’s like. ‘well shit. yeah I could find it out but goddamn. that’s a line I just can’t cross. Not Looking At It I Do Not See It’)

gah it's just. Nureyev's trust issues are so goddamn multifaceted, like. local baby boy too trusting, gets his only security ripped out from under him, tanks his shot at happiness bc the trauma gave him suspicion, becomes the suavest charlatan in the galaxy so he doesn't get taken advantage of again, craves genuine connection but hasn't actually had a chance in the last two decades to figure out what he's like around other people for any stretch of time, also still literally paying the price for the last time and can hardly bear the thought of confiding in his new connections because there's nowhere truly safe in the galaxy he's terrified of putting a target on them.

But I think about his little 'much more so than usual these days' to Juno's sarcastic 'happy now??' and that maybe he was a lot closer to an honest version of himself on the Carte Blanche. That he was getting places, that he was trusting them with as much as he could. something something 'Peter Ransom' wasn't intended for putting at least half the truth under their noses the whole time but he kinda let it turn into that the moment he let Buddy start calling him Pete.

Handful of miscellaneous thoughts on things they have in common:

- the debts thing. Vespa of all people is the most painfully, intimately aware of what it feels like to have a life that isn't one's own, so the way she approaches Nureyev being in massive scary debt with suspicion made me go huh. so I've been thinking about that one and tbh given how she internalizes shit and doesn't entirely trust herself (and god I have to imagine that she's really messed up about how close she came to killing Buddy in Time Gone By), I think seeing her situation in Nureyev's wouldn't engender sympathy because is that because she also knows exactly what she was prepared to do to get out from under it. and is just expected to tolerate the fact that they're taking their goddamn chances on him. there's this sense of 'even if he cares. even if he thinks this is real. even if he tells himself he wants to be a part of this. who's he gonna be when push comes to shove. probably not even Steel is safe.'

- They are both extremely functional under pressure and in more in their element in full on crisis mode, and are probably spending S3 figuring out what the hell to do now that they have access to things like reliable meals. privacy. affection. (pretty sure Juno is also experiencing a similar kind of 'things... getting better? after being. really bad all the time???' and having a lot of midmorning scuffles about it)

- Also they both have their shitty dads living in their brains rent-free!! and they are never ever going to talk about it but one (1) time Nureyev hears Vespa yell 'shut the hell up old man!' from another room and. sometimes thinks that very hard in her voice when Mag's advice is being unhelpful

re: feral kittens in towels - I want them to get into it that day after Heart of It All where Juno isn't getting out of bed and isn't there to get all protective, and for once she's in a half-decent place brainwise and he's riddled with eight kinds of guilt and half on the edge of a nervous breakdown and having all of his defenses shot is actually a good thing for him because she's not actually going to do anything with the upper hand except cuss him out a little bit. Like 'I was gonna cut your throat without hesitation yesterday and you're all fine and dandy about being in the wedding party? no shut up I'm not saying you can't. it's whatever. Bud thought it would be nice and I'm not against it. I am saying. the fuck is wrong with you.' hurt can sniff out hurt in-fucking-deed. I am dying inside like the fact that Nureyev himself would prevent any closure we might have gotten between him and the Lighthouse Crew after S4 is very him and also it hurts me and I need to pick it all apart with a seam ripper and see what spills out

likewise it’s hard to picture them ever reaching an actual rapport but I can’t even tell you how many times I pictured the prison break with all of them converging before Clean Break aired, where it’s like finally sunk in that he’s on their side and she goes ‘Ransom watch my goddamn back I need to kiss my wife’

also. does anybody want. some fic? I have some job interview/Man In Glass missing scenes where i am gnawing on this at all times

#vespa ilkay #peter nureyev #i need to give them a tag name now #i have team janus beast for nureyev and rita and team buddy system for juno and rita #OOH #team feral meow meows #thank you for that one they're so pointy and hissy and i wanna smooch their little heads #the penumbra podcast #i love my gay space crimes family #this is so much #thank you for coming to my ted talk

[sweetums0kitty]

Things that I think have Edward Nashton ✨Vibes✨ or like random headcannons for him.

The Early Fall Out Boy albums.

Mainly I think he’d love Take This To Your Grave (he’s big into Tell Mick he just made my list of things to do today) and From Under the Cork Tree (Nobody Puts Baby in the Corner, I Slept with Someone in Fall Out Boy and All I got was this song) and Folie à deux (mans screams 20 Dollar Nosebleed driving home after a murder)

Has a beat up to hell DSI he saved a bunch of money up for. Is the undisputed king of Brain Age. Has that DS game that’s just a bunch of public domain classic books.

The DSI itself is like really beat up from riding around in his book bag. He’s changed the battery multiple times so it’s basically running on spite and coffee fumes! Just like him!

I think Eddie would also be an MCR fan, Mama makes him cry his eyes out. Legit heartbroken when they broke up. Absolutely lost his (already gone) fucking mind when Foundations of Decay came out.

Has a deep buried desire to be loved and held and cared for. Does not know how to express it or attain it. Poor guy is the definition of touch starved.

When he does order food at the diner he keeps it pretty simple. Like a sandwich maybe a BLT if he’s feeling fancy. Mostly it’s pie time bay-bee! Also too much coffee

Pretend to hate Starbucks, says Frappes are just milkshakes with like a drop of coffee in them. Loves to play the Coffee Snob™️. But this motherfucker would inject Pumpkin Spice Lattes and Frappes into his bloodstream if he could!

Speaking of Fall things favorite season right there. He loves Spoopy stuff!

The air getting colder, the leaves changing color, it’s crisper and Gotham is allllllmost a tolerable place to be in. Not when you’re right in the center of the city, that’s dank and nasty. But go to the parks or the outskirts and yeah he can vibe with that.

Is strangely enough a master at hair braiding. He picked up the skill from the Orphanage.

Really loved Roald Dahl books as a kid. Back when he was still innocent and idealistic (before everything went to shit and even a little after in the Orphanage) he would try really hard to see if he had Matilda powers.

Like he’s stand in the bathroom and give himself a migraine trying to flip the switch with his mind. It never worked! 😔✊

Shockingly don’t think he’s an Incel, is he dismissive of other people and outwardly rude? Yes, yes he is! But he just can’t give enough of a fuck about other people to give a shit about who’s having sex and who’s not. Still lonely tho…

I think his parents (to make him sadder, who doesn’t wanna kick around the Blorbo a lil) were/are a Rich Girl who was studying at Gotham University with a Law Degree and the son of her Landlord’s who was also studying. A joint study session or two and they had their little fling and boom! Eddie.

His birth mom is from Metropolis actually! His birth dad disappeared under mysterious circumstances. (Rich Girl’s dad paid him a bunch of money to fuck off out of Gotham and never talk to Ed or his mom ever again)

Neither of them have his last name and his records are hella obscured. Trust me, Eddie tried to find out something, fucking anything.

Rich Girl Mom went on to marry some Rich Boy and she ended up with a MRS. Degree and had two half siblings. She often wonders about him. Saw what happened in Gotham and felt terrible and responsible for how he turned out. Just uh… not enough to like actually reach out and help him.

Eddie hates people but will never be mean to a child. Especially not the children in his building. He likes kids, they’re honest and non-judgmental.

Deep down he still wants a spouse, a nice 4 (one room is his office/man cave) bed and 3 bath house on the outskirts of Gotham with 3.5 kids and Golden Retriever or some shit like that.

Watches/watched too many movies and thinks relationships are supposed to be like a rom-com.

Is in a few Discord servers, has his own for the Riddler but also has like a group of internet geeks he plays D&D and like Jackbox or TF2 with.

He is the D&D Dungeon Master thank you VERY much! When he’s not in charge (he will fight tooth and nail on this) he likes to play Wizards, he’s a classic Elven Wizard guy. Always super high intelligence and Wisdom stats. Has the worst fucking luck on charisma throws, even worse luck when it’s a saving throw.

He had/has friends he just self isolates into a pile of hatred for the world and self loathing so his relationships are shaky.

This dude fucking loves the Sims, Sims 2 is his Nostalgia fave but he really got into the Sims 3 and had played that one the most.

I think he smells nice and doesn’t use like 3 in 1 shampoo. It’s still shit like store brand generic green man soap. But he takes care of his skin and his hair.

Avid wearer of sunscreen, will burn if he doesn’t wear it. Objects majorly to going outside during the summer.

Has one faintly chipped tooth from when he got slammed into a toilet in Middle School.

Was a Library TA in high school. Mainly his senior year since he really didn’t need to take anymore classes other than like an elective (shop class and one more language course. He picked German)

Likes the smell of spearmint, vanilla lotion (especially on a pretty girl), leather, old books and the metallic smell of fresh blood. Also coffee but that was a given.

Can technically cook but chooses not to.

Okay, I really should fucking stop this is already so long. 😖😫 But I love him.

By god I have to add onto this post!

My dude is a raging pansexual, like you all saw how feral he was for Batman.

He has such a weird way of getting crushes on people. One time a cute guy was vaguely nice to him when he got his coffee order and this poor guy already planned out their entire wedding and what they’d name their kids.

Cannot initiate to save his life in those situations. Gets too up in his head and his mean ole brain is like “A you’re disgusting, B. You’re getting distracted from your mission you fucking loser and, C. We gotta circle back to what a gross loser you are.”

If someone showed interest in him he’d short circuit and then assume it was some kind of prank. Please reassure him, he needs it.

As for mental health stuff ima project onto the husband here.

Has BPD, why? The outbursts, getting unhealthy attached to Batman without even knowing him, the mood swings. He just seems like the type.

ADHD my dude lives in organized chaos. Nobody else knows where anything is in his place and that’s how he likes it. He’s got his hyperfixations! Riddles and puzzles being one. Numbers too! He seems like the type of person who would bounce their leg a lot.

Pens are his stim toys, you can bite em, you can tap them, you can click them and they write! 

Tried to go to a gay bar once, he did not make it through the door, mostly sat in his car trying to hype himself up.

Once he got his Riddler outfit tho…. Ooh he was in there and it still freaked him out. Mostly it was him sitting in a corner trying to blend in and lowkey drooling over every hot person that passed him by.

Watched/watched Gravity Falls. He liked Dipper, kinda hates Mabel but not really and full on loves Ford

He’s always hated Harry Potter, thought it was stupid and whenever someone asked him what his house was he’d be like “I don’t have a Hogwarts house because I’m not a child.

Green Apple and Lime are the best flavors fight him.

He used to drink like way too much Monster and other energy drinks but they kinda give him heart palpitations now so he sticks to coffee.

He likes arcades, there’s one that’s been around forever by his place. The folks who own the place are pretty nice to him.

Very pinchable cheeks. You knew tho!

Wears socks in bed! His peets get cold.

#me #i love him #edward nashton #the batman riddler #the riddler paul dano #pauldano #danonation #dano!riddler #riddler headcanon #the batman headcanon #the riddler x reader #dano riddler x reader #edward nashton x reader #am i tagging this right #danocel #Dano simp #Dano Riddler my beloved #riddler my beloved #not WEBTOON for once #he’s been in my brain #i can’t escape him #tumblr gold #oh my god #him 💚 #tw bpd #tw adhd #mental illness mention

[laikuh]

@spoopy-action-at-distance

If you have time, can you give a short run-down on why this show is a good watch and why a SPN John Winchester fan might like it? The gifs are making me curious!

hey! sorry it’s taken me a few days to get to this! i would be happy to give a short run-down of prodigal son.

basic premise: malcolm bright, born malcolm whitly, is the son of martin whitly, an infamous new york serial killer known as “the surgeon.” malcolm was close to martin as a child, and even after martin was incarcerated at an asylum, he remained close. both men further bonded over murder and what makes the mind of a serial killer tick as malcolm grew, but eventually malcolm cut off martin to study profiling and join the fbi as a profiler. when the show starts, he’s been fired from the fbi and is now consulting for the nypd under the leadership of the cop who helped him as a kid and that cop’s detective team.

the bad: this show is a knock-off nbc hannibal. malcolm has will graham’s same empathy gift, though it’s packaged differently, he’s just as mentally unwell (if not worse), and his push and pull dynamic with martin is very very similar to will’s push and pull with hannibal in season 3.

it is also a procedural. and i mean, like, really a procedural. like criminal minds level, not like hannibal having to pretend at being a procedural to tell an actual story, just a straight up procedural (don’t take a shot everytime i type the word “procedural”). this means it’s...i mean it feels like criminal minds. and i don’t mean that super negatively generally speaking. i love criminal minds tbh! i have seen most seasons of cm like 4 times, i just never talk about it here bc it would ruin whatever weird artsy incest vibe i’ve managed to acquire on this blog. but i just mean if you think you’re going to get a show as delicate as hannibal with prodigal son, you aren’t. it’s going to be more akin to criminal minds.

it is also very stupid and dramatic. like. shit happens that will make you roll your eyes. it’s ridiculous. it’s over the top. it’s silly.

the good: the acting and the cast is wonderful. the dude who plays malcolm is so good. i mean, so fucking good. and michael sheen needs no words. it’s michael fucking sheen. he’s taking his volturi camp and making it somehow worse, by which i mean better, and he’s just so fun to watch. lou diamond phillips is great as gil. i love both the actors who play dani and jt. bellamy young took me some time as jessica whitly, malcolm’s mother, but she’s grown on me a lot if you assume she is also playing camp instead of serious. and the actress who plays ainsley is...fine. lol. also down the line we also get recurring roles from dermot mulroney, catharine zeta-jones, and alan cumming.

also i mentioned above that it is stupid. but actually i love that it is stupid. i love that it is stupid so much. i think it’s so fun! i love rolling my eyes fondly and thinking, “god, this show is dumb.” it’s campy! it’s having a grand time! i love it for its wildness and think that’s what makes it so enjoyable. let shows be dumb! it’s good for us as a society, i think.

but really, the best selling point for this show is the martin-malcolm dynamic. it’s so juicy. it’s so gross. it’s so tragic. they play off each other beautifully, and tom payne as malcolm really does a perfect job of getting us a crystal clear image of how damaged malcolm is by his experience with his father. how fucked up his love for martin has made him. he’s gone on his dad, his dad is gone on him, and it’s so unhealthy and awful. but it’s also really interesting. i eat up every scene together, and i love how unpleasant it is. malcolm is a very whumpy character, very dean winchester, very will graham. he’s so sad, he has so many daddy issues, he is so broken. we love to see it.

as for your specific question i’ve kind of been avoiding, i don’t really have a reason why a john winchester fan would like prodigal son, as john and martin are not overly similar beyond the damage they’ve caused their oldest children. and even then, john at least was a good person trying to do some good. martin whitley is genuinely a serial killer who is deeply psychotically unhinged. he is trying to do only harm, even to malcolm, even if he thinks otherwise.

tldr: prodigal son is fun and emotional if lacking in originality and realism. it’s a procedural, which means it’s repetitive, and its flair for the dramatics may not be a good fit for some. but if you love characters that are filled to the brim with daddy issues, are super traumatized, and also might be a little in love with their fathers, i think it’s a great pick to watch.

#mine #prod son

[invisibleraven]

This is extremely obvious but I do not care at all. "Pink is not a Halloween color" / "who said that?" for Carrie x Reggie

Also for @daintyduck99 AND @innytoes who both requested this prompt for the Carrie ship of my choice. Great minds huh?

Carrie knew the song The Most Wonderful Time of the Year was supposed to be about Christmas, but she couldn't help but humming it as she stocked her cart with Halloween supplies. This was her Christmas. A chance to decorate, dress up, and freely demand candy from strangers? What wasn't to like?

And now that she had her own place, she was going to do it up right. Sure, she and her dad had made their Malibu mansion as close to a haunted house as they could every year. But Carrie wanted something that was a bit more her.

That meant glitter and sequins. High end materials, the best playlist, creepy themed treats.

And pink absolutely everywhere.

What? it was her signature colour, and it made the other décor pop to have that bright hot pink interspersed with everything. She had placed the last little pumpkin down with a smile when she heard it.

"Pink is not a Halloween colour."

Carrie whirled around, finding empty air. "Who said that?" She wished she had her trusty bat handy, but for now, her new manicure and 911 on speed dial would have to do. "Come out right now."

A lone pink frosted sugar cookie ghost floated up. "Like, who does a pink ghost? Ghosts are white! Well, I suppose ghosts are whatever colours they were wearing when they died, but if you're doing the whole vague floating sheet thing, why buck tradition?"

A bite disappeared from the cookie, followed by a small groan of satisfaction. "Okay, no, I take it back. That is delicious!"

Carrie had frozen when the cookie floated. Okay, so she was dreaming, that had to be it. Because there was no other explanation for floating cookies and invisible spirits who insulted her decorating choices. Best to roll with it, and maybe see if Crystal, her dad's therapist had a space for her come November. "T-thanks. It's pink champagne."

A low whistle. "Fan-cy." Then a mini pie started to levitate. "What's in this one?"

"Cat," Carrie said dryly, giggle when the pie fell. "Or maybe human flesh. Depends on who cooked it Mooney or Lovett."

A chuckle rang out. "Oh my gosh you totally got me! Also niiiiice with the Sweeney Todd reference."

Definitely a dream then, because there was no way that Carrie would happen upon a spirit who actually shared her love for the darkest Sondheim musical. "They're actually chicken, if you still want one. Or the meatloaf hands. They're pretty good."

"You throwing a party? Would hate to steal food from your guests," the voice said.

Carrie shrugged. "You're a guest aren't you? Though it would be better if I could like, see you."

Suddenly a boy her age shimmered into view, a dark red and black flannel covering his lither frame, a blush on his pale and freckled cheeks. "Sorry about that. Usually people freak about the ghost thing. But I had to say something about all the pink."

"There's nothing wrong with pink!"

"Didn't say there was," he said, holding up his hands, "Just not a colour I usually associate with spoopy season. Orange and black are the classics, dark reds and purples for that gothic vibe, of course. But pink?"

Carrie shrugged. "I like pink. It makes a good contrast. Plus anything can be a Halloween colour if it's on a Halloween item."

"Spose you're right." The boy went to snag another cookie, smiling at her. "I'm Reggie by the way."

"Carrie."

"And the ghost thing really doesn't bother you?" Reggie asked.

"I'm dreaming anyways, so why would it?" Carrie asked. Suddenly she felt a sharp pain in her side, gasping when she saw that Reggie had pinched her. And he was still standing right in front of her, looking a little remorseful.

"Not dreaming doll, sorry. I'm as real as these cookies."

Carrie shook, reaching her hand out to touch warm flannel, then ice cold skin, and a distinct lack of movement from lungs or the feel of a pulse. "So you're?"

"A ghost. Usually only can manifest like this around Halloween, and even then the whole being seen thing works about fifty percent of the time. Takes someone special to be able to touch me," Reggie admitted, blushing wildly and Carrie had to wonder how that worked when he didn't have any blood.

"Okay then. Definitely going to have to call Crystal in the morning," Carrie muttered. Then turned to Reggie, poking him once more, and even when he gave a little indignant shout given the sharpness of her nails, he was still as solid as before. She threw up her hands in the air. "Ghosts! Alrighty then!"

That's when the doorbell rang and Carrie remembered that oh yeah, she had a party to throw. Thankfully she was already in her costume, the resplendent princess dress trailing behind her as she went to the door. She turned to Reggie. "You can stay. If you want. I'll deal with the whole ghost thing in the morning. Just... be here in the morning so I know I'm not crazy okay?"

"I can do that," Reggie said with a small salute. He pulled a white sheet out of thing air, tossing it over himself, grinning at her through the cut out mouth hold. "Luckily I came prepared. Might as well play the part right?"

Carrie grinned, stifling a giggle and nodded, finally letting her guests in. No one throughout the night called her out on any floating food, and many of them told her just how funny her new friend Reggie was, so Carrie figured, maybe, just maybe she wasn't crazy.

But she still nearly screamed when she woke up the next morning to see Reggie floating beside her bed, munching on the last pink frosted ghost cookie. Then couldn't help but smile when he offered her an apology, a crooked grin, and a pink frosted pumpkin cookie for breakfast. "I think I've come around to the colour," Reggie admitted.

"Really?"

"Yeah, you made it work," Reggie replied, nodding to her dress and matching wig. "Plus these cookies really are amazing."

Carrie had to agree, especially when she leaned in and kissed the flavour from his mouth. Hey, she loved Halloween, so why not kiss a ghost? And given that Reggie kissed her right back, well, Carrie figured she could live with adding some crazy to her life.

#filled prompts #ficlet #jatp sweet tarts #julie and the phantoms

[dorayakimanjiro]

Spoopy Eyes TOH Hunter x Reader

Golden Guard/Hunter x Reader

Got inspired by @neonmaniacswag headcanon post of Hunter's magenta/red eyes glowing in the dark making him look scary and spooky ^^

Warnings: Strong language

A/N: Its 1am, I should be in bed (technically I am tho), instead im here writing about my hyperfixation :) LETS GOO!

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I woke up in the middle of the night and really couldn’t go back to sleep, rolling from side to side and even flipped my pillow to its cold side, I gave up.

Sighing, I got out of bed and made my way to my dorm's window, opening it, I sat at the window sill. Glancing outside, the moon shined brightly, soft light iluminating my features and so half my room. The nights at the castle were peaceful, taking in the soft chilly breeze, I exhaled in relief.

'Daaang, this really giving aesthetic vibes yes sir!' I thought.

A knock interrupted my inner discussion whether if I should take a picture because, umm duh the aesthetic gurl or just keep enjoying the moment, like how dare they?!?!

'Okay soooo, its like 1am, who the hell is up at this hour, just weirdos would... wait a minute...- Yeah I should probably go answer the door. BUT WHAT IF IT'S A GHOST?! Child... aren't we old enough for this??? I meeaaannn everything is possible gurl, besides the other day I heard a few scouts talking about these rumors going around that some have seen ghosts wandering the castle's halls really late at night, they said-' Another knock chimed from the door.

'OKAY LETS SHUT UP AND GO!'

Opening the door, I was met by darkness, but it wasn't because the hallway was dark Oh no no no, there was.. there was sOmeTHing! OR MORE LIKE SOMEONE FUCKING STANDING OUTSIDE MY ROOM, DOING ABSOLUTELY NOTHING BUT STARE AT ME.

'OKAY, oKaY, LeTs kEeP it cool'

Slowly looking up at it, I was greeted by a tall shadowy figure, bright red blood glowing eyes looking straight at my soul.

'Shit! The rumors were real?! IS THIS REAL?! BITCH, JUST LOOK AT IT, ITS A MOTHAFUCKING GHOST, RUN AAAHHH'

“AAH FUCK!” falling backwards, I landed on my butt, the back of my right palm covering slightly my mouth as the left one was supporting my body against the cold floor.

The ghost seemed... disturbated and worried?? by my reaction, and did the ghost just gasped????

Red eyes looking worried at me.

“(Y/n)! I didn't mean to scare you” it said.

'Why does he sound so oddly familiar but more importantly...HOW DOES IT KNOW MY NAME?!?!'

The ghost walked inside my room making the moon's glow land on its shadowy figure, it soon revealed the frame of a boy you knew too well. It was none other than the bad but sad golden boy. Man he really spook the hell out of you.

“Hunter! Oh thank titan it was just you, damn boy! you really did a number on me haha!" reaching his hand out, he helped me get on my feet.

"Man you really got some spoopy eyes” I grinned at him.

“Forgive me (y/n) for scaring you like that, but don’t you mean “spooky"?" he raised an eyebrow.

“Nop, spoopy 🙃”

“You’re so childish sometimes”

"I know! But seriously tho, I almost peed myself bro hsjshsjhshj"

"So what got you here Goldie? Couldn't sleep either?"

"Yeah actually.."

And so I chatted the night away with the boy with spoopy eyes.

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#the owl house #toh #toh hunter #hunter toh #toh golden guard #toh hunter x reader #toh golden guard x reader #toh fanfic #toh x reader #the owl house x reader

[teh-vampire-bunny]

✨My thoughts on different Gotham characters (and how I would rate them out of 10) since I’m now over halfway through season one ✨

Jim Gordon

Poor man just wants to do his job, is that so hard to ask like tf??? Probably should have paid more attention to Barbara and actually told her about the whole Penguin thing. Very angsty, but seems cool at the same time. ✨8/10 ✨

Harvey Bullock

Stupid but smart when it counts. Part of me feels like he peaked in high school. Cool Uncle Vibes ™. Comedic relief to a fault. Reminds me of Sam from iCarly but as a middle aged cop with a dad bod. Speaking of dad bod: I want to hug him. He looks very huggable. ✨10/10 ✨

Bruce Wayne

Sweet boi, must protecc. That’s all. ✨10/10✨

Fish Mooney

Mean. Creepy and not in the fun way, but also ethical in her own way every now and again. ⭐️5.5/10 ⭐️

Butch

CREEPY MAN. VERY CREEPY TOWARD BARBARA AND BETRAYED HIS CHILDHOOD BEST FRIEND. I MEAN HE DOES STAND BY FISH NO MATTER WHAT BUT STILL???!!!! 🤢5/10🤢

Ed Nygma

Hot forensic nerd. A sweetie pie. Just a lil cutie. Reminds me of myself a teensy bit. Would listen to his riddles and extensive knowledge of odd things all day long if possible. ✨11/10 ✨

Oswald Cobblepot

Look at those adorable freckles and his cute emo boy hair! He loves his mom so much 🥺 Ruthless, a little scary, gives me socially-inept-kid-in-middle-school-that-always-sat-alone-at-lunch vibes, I feel like he needs a hug tbh. ✨8.9/10✨

Jerome Valeska

Ah shit, here we go again. Can’t help but feel bad for him. Moved around all his life, his mother was abusive and just jumped from lover to lover without any care to how it affected him, and I’m damn certain he saw some shit living in the circus. I wanna give him a little kiss on the nose. ✨11/10 ✨

Jonathan Crane

Sweet spoopy bb boi. Deserved so much better. Feel like he would be great at Smash Bros. and would be fun to watch horror movies with. Floofy hair and adorable face lives rent free in my head. ✨13/10 ✨

#Gotham #gotham series #Gotham season 1 #Jonathan crane #jerome valeksa #butch #fish mooney #harvey bullock #jim gordan #ed Nygma #oswald cobblepot #bruce wayne

[aurorawest]

Reading update:

I felt weird about this book. Like, on one hand, I’m not into the whole werewolf thing, and urban fantasy can be hit or miss for me. I also thought the author badly needed an editor’s help with her action scenes. And there were way too many characters I didn’t give a shit about.

But I loved Patrick and Jono, and I will absolutely read the second book in this series just for more of them, haha. This is sort of in the same vein as The Tarot Sequence by KD Edwards, if you like that.

Sticking with the werewolf theme (it’s spoopy season, I’m doing this on purpose)! This werewolf attack here is a thinly veiled metaphor for sexual assault, but it works because that’s very clearly what it is. I really like Shaun David Hutchinson, and I thought this was a really, really good book. The southern gothic vibes are really good. And it does have a happy ending.

Like it says, an anthology of folk horror, which I’ve realized is my favorite kind of horror. This was a pretty solid short story collection. I definitely enjoyed some of them more than others, but overall they were all pretty good. Nothing in here is keeping me up at night but there are definitely some creepy moments.

Currently reading:

I love these books so much. Baz and Simon, ugh, they’re so lovely, and I want them to be happy so badly. I remember being at my local bookstore and chatting with a guy about this series, because he saw I’d just bought the second one, and he told me the first one was the best. But I preferred the second to the first, So far this book is my favorite.

Anyway, if you don’t know about these books, they’re clearly a riff on Harry Potter, but I love them more. Simon is The Chosen One, but he’s incredibly damaged and traumatized by it, Baz is his vampire boyfriend (Simon hated him in school; he always thought Baz was up to something). I think what makes the second and third books better is that they pull away from the shadow of HP and become very much their own thing.

Also the third book has this very important illustration:

So. I mean.

#a ferry of bones and gold #hailey turner #howl #shaun david hutchinson #the gathering dark #tori bovalino #any way the wind blows #simon snow trilogy #rainbow rowell #reading tag

[darcywho]

Day 11: Night time in an ancient house/manor, with the tinkling of piano keys from the next room. 

This is heavily inspired by this video because I wanted the spoopy vibes. 

Interested in more spooky prompts? Come join the Trick or Treat Event in the RPCDev Discord! 

Sometimes, when Darcy’s in a reservation drought, so to speak, she’s asked to consult on certain investigations. Most of the time, it stems from her astrophysics credentials and experience with events such as the Hex and Greenwich. Sometimes, it’s because of her hometown. 

She’d been nearly finished with packing her bag to go meet the project leader in Jerome, Arizona, when her roommate offered up a word of advice. “It’s important to always tip the piano player at hotels, otherwise there’s no telling what sort of riff raff they’ll attract.” 

It proved to be an oddly premonitory statement. 

It’s so dark and oppressively quiet on the mountain. There are lights from street lamps and flood lights on buildings in the distance, Sedona and Cottonwood hazy bright spots in the inky black, with Jerome a cluster of lights overseeing it all. She’s unnerved by the trek in a way her escorts are visibly confused by. They ask if she’s excited at seeing a sky full of stars, but they’re distant in a way they never are at the Osprey, where they feel close enough to pluck like an apple in an orchard. 

They’re based out of the Grand Hotel above the town. It’s an imposing edifice, brightly lit in the black, so if nothing else it’s easy to locate. 

She has her escorts stop before getting to the hotel to check-in because she insists they’ll need food that isn’t dusty and overpriced confectioneries from the lobby or MREs. They seem inclined to agree with her, or at least are agreeable enough to stop, though the pair of agents insist on her staying in the locked SUV’s backseat after locating a burger joint on the second floor of a building declaring itself Town Hall. 

The pair both go after checking that the SUV is actually secure and telling her to honk if anything happens. The stillness settles in like a fog in the dark while they jog across the empty street, and she scrunches down in her seat with a few creaks from the leather upholstery. 

This part of Jerome is unbearably creepy, she’s finding. The street is entirely void of cars and people, and the SUV is parked next to the rubble and ruin of an old demolished building, skirted by iron gates across the street and kiddy corner to the town’s police station. Though if the gates are to keep people out or something in, remains to be seen. Behind the truck is another hotel in the brick building on the corner of the three-way intersection, proudly advertising a ‘Spirit Room’ but ultimately looks like a bar if the glimpse of a billiards table and neon promotions of alcohol are any indication. The unnerving feeling only infuses itself more with the inclusion of some hotel guest adjusting the curtains framing the corner window above the corner entrance that she can see in the rearview mirror.  

A chill starts settling in, beginning at her feet and quickly but thoroughly working its way up her legs to the rest of her body, and Darcy shivers in her seat, digging her hands into her coat pockets. She’s got her trust Taser in one of them, which helps alleviate some of the nervousness she’s feeling being alone in a locked car in the middle of a ghost town.    

Even the proximity to the local cop shop doesn’t help at all, and she hits the lock for a second time just to be sure, just as the music from the saloon behind the SUV starts drifting out. It almost sounds like a minor-key ragtime piano number, featuring the occasional metallic clink from the flagpole spearing into the black night above. A man stumbles out of the saloon after a few minutes of her waiting and surveying the area around her in a fit of overwhelming paranoia, and she sinks even further into her seat so as to hide as he passes by the truck on his merry way to parts unknown. 

Now that she’s low enough, she can see the Grand Hotel’s bottom half on the street above them on the mountain, looking like a fucking tombstone in the night, and the knowledge that there are highly trained agents right there in addition to the ones currently waiting on a “Haunted Hamburger” as the painted sign declares outside who’re escorting her, does little to stop her heart from skittering in her chest as the same man comes running back on the other side of the street before disappearing into the dark once more, like some kind of freak. 

The faint twinkling from the saloon’s piano drifts off just as she spots her escorts coming back down the outdoor stairs with a white plastic bag of food. Her fingers ache from the death grip she’s maintained on her Taser ever since the music first filtered in, and she’s never been happier to see SHIELD’s jackbooted thugs in her life. 

And then the weird running man returns for a second time and knocks on her window, gesturing as if to ask if she’s alright. She doesn’t know what the escorts yell at him but he gives her a thumbs up and a placating wave towards them before casually resuming a jog down the street next to the ruins. 

She feels like her blood is buzzing the short ride up to the Grand Hotel.

#rpcdev #hc #drabble #spooky tea for rpcdev #v; Copper Osprey #re; Weird At Last (Nightvale AU)

[muggycuphead]

weird flex but ok i guess pt.17

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War… Hold up, do we really need a warning for this one? Dunno, but however, watch out for slightly disturbing and kinda…disgusting imagery, trypophobic patterns, as well as ‘necrotic’ designs I made while having funky fever bc o h m y g o d do I get a little crazier every new quarantine day (and at this point it’s coming to be an usual thing for me, big sad). However, most are made no other than for the sole sake of satire, so y’know, no need to get your underwear in a twist

Friday Night Funkin’ BoyFriend’s Hood – AU fanconcept sketches [XVI]

EDIT 26/10/2023: Updated the drawing with a rescanned, more clean version

1.-Trucker Chuck

He’s in the truck business now, and he do be looking street fancy, nice bling blings you got there boy

His logo got a level up too, it now looks like a Kraken’s skull

Also, I dunno why, but his design looks quite resembling to an old mascot oc of mine (Bernard)

Might have subconsciously given him some of his traits, but eh

Also also, I know this might sound a little bruh, but now that I look at him, I can’t help but imagine him in the big smoke’s order scenario…or the ‘you picked the wrong house fool’ one even

I like him though, I resonate with his chill vibes

2.-Alive!Grandpa Boppo

Ok NOW we’re into something

Here he is, McBleep’s dad and BF’s grandfather, and also a fan of scat music –personal favorite being ‘Scatman John’ (the song’s actual name is hard to remember correctly ok) - though formerly a country music man (but he still likes it)

Also, I showed this to my little brother, and after looking at his pose for a while, we noticed he literally looked like he was doing the ‘mi abuelo me decia’ meme; truly a bruh momento right there

I tell you, I didn’t consciously draw it with that reference included, it was a funny coincidence

3.-Booppo (Phantom Boppo)

;-;

Yeah he’s canonically dead, due to liver cancer actually

At least he no longer has to endure the pain of it...and somehow became a scat singer ghost

Good for him

4.-‘You know how it goes!’

Badabadababee bab bab badab bop

Bab bab badabop

Bee bab bab badab bop

Bab bab badap

Yea I still remember some of the lyrics (kinda), listened to it again not too long ago, so it wasn’t that hard to figure them out (kindax2)

And yes the hat is sentient and has a mouth

Why? Because why not

Gotta admit though, Booppo is kinda adorable…in a scary ghost way, but still

Still, his new mustache looks sick good

5.-Brittany Fullbody design

Did her full design just for the sake of it

And the clothing underneath her half-leather hoodie (yes it’s partially made of leather,though the  arms and chest parts are the mostly covered ones) and jeans is made out of metallic fabric…y’know, in case the Graveyard zombies get a little savage

6.-Boppo icon

Gramps Bop!

7.-Boppo losing icon

Noooo, not the old bean ;-;

8.-NostalgicJukebox!Boppo icon

Story time

This is basically a somber event relating to Boppo’s loneliness after his wife passed away before him, and for which he uses his old jukebox to sing songs that remind him of her as a way to cope with the grief

Although he does get visited by his son and his two older grandchildren sometimes here and there, his daughter-in-law even took a day off her work to go pay him a hey-hi-hello

Can’t say the same for his younger grandson, but he doesn’t hold resentment towards him over it, he’s an understanding man y’know

9.-Phils and Lily

Recall the previous sketch

Don’t think I’d need to explain what’s this about, you can figure out the context yourselves

10.- NostalgicJukebox!Boppo lose icon

Noooo not again ;--;

11.- Booppo icon

Spoopy polaroid man

…what

12.-Booppo lose icon

I’d say ‘how are you supposed to ‘kill’ a ghost twice’ over this

…but Ghost Garcello’s losing icon is a thing as well so it’s whatever at this point

13.-Bethany (Brittany but bad)

Don’t question me, the idea seemed funny so I did it (I also needed filler sketches so I wasn’t gonna miss the chance)

Also, funny F in the chat joke with her little hair thingy (I have no idea how you call it in English)

14.-Chonk (Chuck but bad)

He was lil Chunk when he child

Now he Beeg Chonk

15.-FunnyHat (Spooky Fedora but bad)

Wasn’t actually a but bad version of it, but rather a simply lazy sketch of it

Still, it does suit with the theme so why not

Also, I gave it the Spooky Fedora name just now for the sake of giving it a name

16.-Bopo (Boppo but bad)

Couldn’t do much with his name, rip

He looks like he has more hair than his normal version, though

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#fnfau #au #friday night funkin' #alt universe #alternate universe #alternative timeline #bfsh

[uselessidiotsquad]

Finally finished the moodboard for Dion, his was tricky.

Slightly spooky bog boy staying in his lane, avoiding people.

#moodboard #oc #gw2 oc #sylvari #naechdion #dion #gw2 #i hc him to have more frog like eyes than the humanish ones a lot of sylvari have #so sideways pupils #helps his spoopy vibes #tho hes a good bean just nervous #adding bc i had a hilarious mental image #creeping through the swamp #seeing these eerie glowing eyes #naturally you'd start running #but mean while dions like 😰 oh thank the pale tree they left #you feel eyes on you in the bog like something is watching #it is but has anxiety and would like you to leave please

[221bshrlocked]

Ok so had this thot after thinking about vampire!Din and I needed to share it with someone but my immediate thought was vampireDin fucking you in front of a mirror as a way to still hide his face

Oh oh oh oh YOU ARE BRILLIANT!!!! I'm loving the spoopy vibes this is giving me because holy shit it would be terrifying to look in a mirror as you're getting fucked within an inch of your life only to find nothing behind you even though you can feel his hands everywhere but also, your imagination is- I don't even have a word for it. Damn. I couldn't not write this even though I have a gazillion other things I'm supposed to be finishing.

P.S. This got more touchy-feely the more I wrote it and I don't want anyone to look at me because I'm in my feels right now. @im-not-great-at-making-up-names I'm so sorry if this wasn't as filthy as you wanted it to be I'm just an emotional potato right now. I'll try it again if you don't like it.

4K+ of "a lot" below the cut so proceed with caution.

Although the two of you never shied away from "experimenting" in the bedroom, Din thinks that he may be taking things a little far with what he wants to ask of you. He's been giving this a lot of thought and even though he knows that you'll simply refuse him if you don't like it, he still doesn't want to ask. Din knew you would never leave him, not after everything the two of you have been through, and especially after the sacrifices you made to ensure the kid's return to his kind, but he doesn't want to give you a reason to think about going away. He isn't sure what he'd do if you decided to part with him.

"Alright, spit it out." Your soft yet assertive voice snaps him out of his thoughts and he sighs heavily when he realizes that there was no way you were going to leave the room without knowing what he was thinking of.

"You've been sitting here for the past hour doing nothing." Din says nothing and he clenches his fists tightly when you walk around the small room of the inn and pull out a chair to sit in front of him. "You're normally cleaning your weapons or pulling them apart and putting them back together. That's how I know you're planning for the next quarry." Din smiles to himself as you continue to talk to him and even though it's irritating how you've learned him so well, he finds it endearing that you pay attention to the minute details.

"But you haven't even touched your blasters, let alone the pucks in that bag." You point over to the bag he deposited as soon as the two of you walked into the room and Din follows the movement. It's the first sign he's shown that he's actively listening to you and you know you have him when he turns back around and faces you directly.

"Did...did I do something wrong?" Your voice is much smaller than before and it breaks Din's heart to know that his silence and fears are making you second-guess yourself.

"No," it's a simple answer and he hopes that it's enough to get you to leave him so he doesn't say what he wants but the opposite occurs. Instead of walking away and going to dinner, you stand up and push the chair back into the table before walking up to him and ringing your fingers nervously.

"W-what can I do to help? Please Din, I- I've noticed how reluctant you are with me recently and...and I don't know what it is I've done but-"

"Mesh'la," the single word makes you shudder in your place and Din takes the opportunity to pull you into his lap immediately, not caring for how reluctant you're being as he wraps his arms around your back and brings you as close to his chest as possible. The scent of your shampoo seeps past the bottom of his helmet and he swears beneath his breath when he finally notices the slight problem he was having now that you were in his arms.

"You've been nothing but perfect sweet girl, always so good to me. Always thinking of me and going out of your way to make me feel happy and safe." It's difficult for him to talk about his feelings and even though you were never used to him saying such sweet things to you unless he was balls deep into your cunt, you listen carefully and hope that he trusts you enough to tell you what's been worrying him.

"I- I've been thinking about something and I- I am afraid to ask it of you." Your frown and the sudden, frantic need to touch him makes him wet his lips and he doesn't give you a chance to respond before he's continuing. "Not because I'm don't trust you, no...no. I just don't want you to think that you have to...do this, to make me happy. I- you being here is enough, believe me." It's then that he grows quiet and you take notice of the way his hands are twitching against your waist before you lean down and kiss the top of his visor.

"I would give you every little star in this universe if I could Din." You whisper to him as you pull away and force him to look away from your lap.

"You'll say no if you don't want to." It's more of a statement than a question and you smile down at him and reach down for his hands to bring them to your lips. You softly kiss his gloved hands before you look into the visor and nod.

"I promise."

His eyes instantly shift to the large frame just behind you and it takes you a few moments to notice that he isn't paying any attention to you but to something else. You don't bother turning around and wait quietly until he decides to share with you what has been worrying him. When you feel his fingers twitching against your skin, you slip your hands beneath the helmet and rub at the juncture of his neck to calm him down.

"Please Din, tell me." You hope that he can feel what you're trying to convey without you pushing him any further and when his hips buck against you and make you moan, you immediately know what it is he's been thinking about.

"You've been so understanding with me, so accepting of my creed and what it means to me. I- I still can't believe that you turned away when I- when I had to let go of Grogu." You force yourself to keep your hands to yourself, and it becomes more difficult when the coarse material of his gloves rub at your bare skin just beneath your shirt.

"It was a private moment baby, I couldn't have possibly taken advantage of you." Din chuckles underneath his helmet, unable to comprehend how simply and easy you made it sound.

"I know sweet girl, and I- I don't think I'll ever be able to repay you such kindness."

"You won't ever have to, love." You lean down until your forehead touches the top of his helmet, silently wishing that you were able to kiss him.

"I've been wanting, no...needing to- to do something recently with you, when- when we-" Din's tripping over his words and it's strange for you to hear him unable to form a coherent sentence when all he does is terrify people by how well-spoken and assertive he is.

"Fuck?" You finish the thought for him and almost laugh when he flinches at the crude word.

"Yes."

"Like I said, anything for you." You reassure him yet again but forget how to breathe when he begins to slowly pull off your shirt. You raise your hands and gulp when he throws away the shirt and eyes your nude form. There was always a quiet moment before he began to touch you and this was no less intense than the many times he'd made love to you before.

You say nothing as he takes off his gloves and sets them down onto the table before he slips his hands down and grabs your ass hard enough that you moan and fall forward against his beskar armor.

"D-Din..."

"Maker, you say my name so sweetly cyar'ika, it makes me want to ravish you." His voice is much lower than a moment ago and you forget why the two of you were here in the first place.

"Please Din-"

"You make me want to lose control sweet girl...it- it fucking scares me how much I'm willing to- to put aside my creed for you. To show you my true face, to- to have you touch me and kiss me where no one has since I was a child. I dream of so much mesh'la, so much...but I- I can't have any of it." The depths of his words settle in and you don't realize you're crying until you feel his hands wiping away the dampness against your cheeks.

"But I can't, at least...not yet." He whispers softly and hopes that you don't misunderstand what he's going on about.

"I- I'm sorry Din, I'm so sorry." You don't know what else to say and you wish that you can take away any of those feelings, not wanting to make him feel worse than he already does about the boundaries in your relationship.

"It's okay pretty girl, that's actually what I've been meaning to tell you." Din relaxes when you stop crying and he lays his hands across your neck and cheeks to make sure you're listening to his next words carefully.

"I've wanted nothing more than to look at you as I make you fall apart at my touch, baby girl. I have thought of nothing else but the way your eyes would grow hazy in pleasure as I fucked your pretty little cunt. Kriffing hell, I- I need to see you as I make you cum mesh'la. Please." The way he's begging as he kneads at your skin makes you wet and you lick at your lips before you speak.

"Whatever you want, I'll do it. Oh maker, I'll do anything. Just fuck me already. Take- take everything you want Din. I'm yours baby, I'm yours." Your voice makes him growl his neediness and you don't realize what's happening until he's carrying you in his arms and walking behind you. You think that he might just want to fuck you against the wall but when he pushes you down to the ground and turns you around, you finally open your eyes and look to see where you are.

A loud gasp bubbles up and you watch with interest as you see Din's much larger reflection engulfing yours in the mirror.

"Din?"

"Mesh'la, I want to fuck you in front of the mirror. I- I want to make you mine and watch your pleasure as I fill you up with my cum. Is- is that okay?" Your hands are twisting against his own that are wrapped around your stomach and you feel your heart drop when understanding dawns on you.

Maker of the stars.

This sweet man was afraid to ask you if he could fuck you in front of a mirror out of fear of you rejecting him.

You don't bother responding to him, knowing that whatever you would try to say would come out as a mere noise at this point. Instead, you kneel in front of him and never once remove your eyes from where you think his own are as you strip of your night shorts and panties. As you deposit them away from you, Din can't help but eyes your newly exposed skin, almost as if this was the first time he was ever seeing you.

"Din, please....fuck me." You get on your hands and knees and never break contact with his reflection as he begins to take off his armor. With each piece of beskar he sets aside, you wish that you could turn around and look at his skin. You've seen it before, in the rare occasions where he allowed you to worship every inch of him. But this wasn't what he needed now. No, he needed you to remain as you were every time he slid in between your thighs and made love to you until the suns rose.

It should be bizarre, perhaps a little terrifying, that the more he takes off, the less you see of him. But you've grown used to it over the span of your relationship. He didn't often talk about his kind, only his creed and his religion, and although you wanted to learn more about his species, you knew that it should happen on his own terms.

By the time you snap back to reality, Din has taken off everything and placed it behind the two of you, including his helmet. You can't see anyone behind you, but you can feel the heat radiating off of him. It's terrifying to know that you're at the mercy of such a predator but you know there is nowhere else you're safer than in his arms.

"Din," you whisper his name and moan pathetically when you feel his hands grab at your waist and pull you up until your back is flush to his chest.

"Such a good fucking girl, aren't you baby?" His voice would bring you to your knees had you not been on them already, and you dig your nails into the skin of his arms when he cups your tits and pinches your nipples.

"Oh fuck..."

"You know you're the only one I trust mesh'la, right? Please...you must know that I- I'd never do this with anyone else. Just you, only you...always you." You shut your eyes as soon as you feel one of his hands wrap around your neck and squeeze it tightly until you rest it on his shoulder. You shut your eyes on instinct, afraid you'd get a glimpse of him as he marks you up. Before you could beg him some more, Din leans down and nips at your neck, knowing how hard he could bite down without puncturing your soft skin.

The two of you had only spoken of his kind once before when you caught him buying supplies from someone he knew at a hospital. You never asked him why he had several bags of blood aboard the ship but he felt the need to explain himself to you. It was how he began to open up to you. You were so calm as he explained why he needed the blood and he remembers how he almost lost control when you asked him why he couldn't just drink from you. There was a moment of hesitation on his part where he almost agreed with you but he knew that should he taste you once, he'd never be able to stop. You already smelled too sweet for him and it took every ounce of his being to not push you down and sink his fangs into your lovely skin and take his fill.

But now that you were here, so willing and needy and pleading, he was sure he was going to remain more in control than ever.

"Din please...please, just- take me. Use me baby, use me h-however you want. Mark me up and take whatever you need. I- I want you to, please." It should worry him how complying you are but his cock only twitches harder when he slips in between your thighs and feels the slickness coating the head of his dick.

"You're so wet already, so wet and ready for me and I barely touched you." Din kisses down your shoulder and teases your inner thighs with feather-light touches. He enjoys the effect he has on you and chuckles when he feels goosebumps erupt on your skin from the most minimal of touches.

"You- you only need to speak for me to- to..."

"To be so ready for my cock?" His fingers slip into your cunt and he groans in pain when he feels how hot and tight you are around his fingers. Fuck, he would never get tired of this.

"Y-yes."

"Yeah? Good." He doesn't once look away from your reflection, and as soon as you're about to ask him again to fuck you, Din opens you up for him and shoves his cock as deep into your pussy as he could. The breath gets knocked out of you when you feel him touch the deepest, most sensitive parts of you and you almost fall forward if not for the arms holding you flush against the solid body behind you.

"Oh...oh m-maker," your eyes flutter open for a moment and you look into the mirror as Din begins to fuck you hard and without remorse. You're shaking in pain and pleasure, your mind unable to comprehend how you feel him everywhere on your skin yet cannot see him in front of you. It should be a turn-off, something that you would never think of, but you surrender to him fully the more he breathes against your neck.

"You look so pretty cyar'ika, so fucking beautiful. I- I wish you could see us sweet girl, I wish you could see how perfect we look like this. What a sight." The way he growls those words into your ears makes you shudder in his arms and you reach down and grab one of his hands without a second thought. Din's alert for a moment but then he bites into his cheek when he sees you moving his hand to your throat. As soon as he squeezes your jugular, you're clenching tightly around him and lose control of your muscles.

Din hisses when your muscles wrap so deliciously around him and he holds you up against him a little more roughly before he fucks into you mercilessly.

"Fuck...ah fuck, you're so kriffing tight around my cock baby girl. A damn beauty, I could stay inside you forever if I could cyar'ika. You're such a sweet little girl aren't you...letting me fuck you whenever I want. Letting me touch you like I own you, like I have the right to mark you up."

"Y-you do. P-please...you do. Mark me up Din, l-let everyone know who I belong to." You're not sure how you managed to say a single sentence with the way Din is ramming into you on harsh thrust after another and you cry his name over and over again when you feel him hit that sweet spot that makes you see stars.

"You belong to me sweet girl?" Din asks as he slips his other hand down to where the two of you are joined and begins to pinch at your clit.

"I do...y-you know I do." You want to simultaneously push him away and crawl into him with how over-sensitive he's made you already but you remain where you are and force yourself to take everything that he gives you. It's both the most satisfying feeling in the world and the most vulnerable you've ever felt and when he begins to whisper your name in your ear, you knew that he's getting closer to that sweet moment where he can finally let go and surrender to you completely if only for a moment.

"You're mine ner kar’ta, fucking mine. Won't ever let go of you..ah fuck, f-fuck I- I'm so close sweet girl. You- you're made for me. This cunt, oh maker, this cunt was made to take my cock...made for me to fill it up with my seed. Would you like that mesh'la?"

"Oh please Din, cum in me. F-fill me up, make me yours. Claim my pussy, please." You're not sure what it is you're saying anymore. All you know is that you want to feel Din's warmth fill you to the brim and for him to continue to fuck you until you can't see straight anymore.

"That's it little girl, beg for it. Beg for my cum." The hand around your throat tightens as you begin to scream for him and it's not until you're sobbing and asking for him again that he finally hears what it is you're saying.

"D-Din...bite me." He would have stopped, should have when you first asked him for such a thing. But the need to let go outgrows his sense of morality and he grabs at the skin of your hips tightly to fuck you harder in hopes of making you forget what you just asked.

"You- you don't know what you're saying. Just- just take it baby. Take it like a good girl and don't- don't ask again. Fucking take my cock like the little mesh'la you are and-"

"Please? Din...I- I want to feel you inside me." He knows what it is you're trying to say but he hopes that it's just in the heat of the moment and that you aren't in fact asking him to bite you.

"I am ner kar’ta."

"N-no, I mean...oh maker I'm so close Din. So fucking close again. Please, I'm offering you everything that I am. Just take me please. Make me yours, m-mark me and- ahhh," a silent cry escapes your throat as soon as you feel a sharp pain emit from between your shoulder and your neck. As you look into the mirror, you're met with a sight that you know will never leave your mind and you cum immediately as a trail of blood rolls down your chest to your thighs. You shake violently in Din's arms and grab for his arms that are holding you up against him.

The sound he makes as he drinks your blood should make you run away and never look at him again, but you feel yourself grow more desperate for him as he gulps down the life coursing through your veins.

"I- I'm cuh- ahh," words fail you again as Din pushes his cock one last time into your weeping cunt before he stops altogether and growls his release against your skin. He can taste your ecstasy on his tongue and he drinks down as much as he can at that moment to commit it to memory. Din doesn't think he has ever tasted, or will ever taste, something as sweet and special as you in his life and he opens his eyes for a moment to watch as you finally fall apart because of him. He shouldn't be able to take such things from you but he sees the way you give yourself completely to him and he accepts that you belong to him.

You shut your eyes and surrender to him completely as he begins to fill you up with his seed and just when you think he's done, he begins to thrust into you slowly a few more times to push his cum as deep into your womb as possible. You manage to open your eyes one last time to look into the mirror and smile when you see the mess he's made of you.

Maker, it was positively filthy yet breathtaking.

You hiss in pain once more when he forces himself away from your skin and licks at it, and you watch with fascination as the two puncture wounds heal in an instant. You make a note to ask about that later.

Din is about to apologize for losing control when he looks up and sees how relaxed and sated you are looking back at him. He knows you can't see him but the way you seem to be meeting his eyes in the mirror makes his chest tighten.

"Mesh'la," Din whispers as he leans down and kisses across your neck before he maneuvers the two of you around until you're lying on your side facing the mirror.

"W-we should do that again," you manage to breathe out and wince when Din chuckles and unintentionally pushes his cock into your pussy a little deeper.

"Yeah?"

"Please, I think I'm addicted to this." You confess without a second thought and Din licks his lips as he stares down the red painting your soft skin.

"I think that's my line."

"W-was I...did I taste okay?" You know you're not supposed to be asking something like that but you can't help being curious. He drank a lot more than what he's used to and you hope that it was because you tasted good and not because he was hungry.

"Ner ka'rta, your taste...it was- I don't think I'll be able to go a day without drinking from you." He holds his breath to gauge your reaction, hoping that you don't turn him away now that you've given him everything he could ever want.

"I already told you baby, I'm all yours. Do with me whatever you want." Once again, the way you phrase such a heavy sentiment makes him wish he could roll you over and give you himself but he doesn't and instead, wraps his arms around you and brings you closer to his chest.

"You're bound to me cyar'ika, forever." Din whispers those words more to himself than you and he smiles to himself when he looks down and sees you breathing quietly as you sleep.

"I love you ner ka'rta."

#din djarin #din djarin x reader #din djarin/reader #the mandalorian #the mandalorian/reader #the mandalorian x reader #pedro pascal #vampire!din djarin #halloween #vampire din djarin #too far?

[missmonsters2]

wait okay this is the real last one, i swear. buckynat x reader, haunting of hill house-esque vibe where they notice reader is slowly going insane and they realize it's the ghosts in the home who are at fault

buckynat x reader is what I want if I'm being real honest.

Pairing: buckynat x fem!reader (The Haunting of Hill House AU)

Warnings: spoopy a lil 🥺

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Natasha stirred, hearing quiet footsteps pitter-pattering about. She opened her eyes and found herself in Bucky's arms, the metal one over her waist.

But something was missing.

You weren't in her arms.

"Bucky," Natasha whispered after she turned in his embrace. She shook him a little as he snored. "Bucky."

"Huh," Bucky grunted softly as his eyes fluttered open. "What's wrong?"

"It's happening again," Natasha whispered again as if afraid something—someone would hear her.

"Shit," Bucky sat up, adjusting his shirt that had ridden up as he slept. "Where is she?"

"I don't know...in the halls maybe?" Natasha muttered as she got out of bed, Bucky following her.

"Well, she can't wander around too much. Most of the house is under construction and I've blocked it off," Bucky tried to reassure the redhead, but it was rather hard when he felt worried as well.

This was supposed to be nothing more than a quick summer project. They've flipped tons of houses before without any issues.

But there was something wrong with this place. Other than the obvious structural issues...it was like the house breathed at night.

The housekeepers had said there had been...deaths in the house before. Nothing crazy, just people passing away in their sleep. Even so, they had refused to be in the house after sunset as part of their contract.

Incidences left and right. It started with you saying that you thought you heard things. Natasha slept most nights fitfully.

And Bucky? It felt like his skin was crawling all the time.

They both carefully crept towards the door, opening it just a sliver to peer out.

There was nothing in the hallway, just the creaking of the walls.

Until you rounded the corner.

Your footsteps were light, graceful even.

It was unlike you.

You muttered to yourself. "They're leaving me. They're leaving me. No, no, no."

You shook your head, turning to the side, peering at something Bucky and Natasha had no idea of what.

"Stop lying. They wouldn't. They're not. They're not..."

It was silent for a moment before you put your hands to your ears.

"I didn't want to be in the middle. I get too hot. Bucky...Bucky doesn't care who's in the middle. No, they weren't. They were running errands today..."

Natasha's heart thudded in her chest. Who the hell were you talking to?

Bucky clenched his jaw, his grip on Natasha's hips tightening as he stared at you.

God, you looked so...so tired.

"We need to leave this place, Bucky."

"And go where, Nat?" Bucky whispered back. "All our money is tied up in this place. If we don't flip it, we're going to be in a hole."

"But there's obviously something wrong, Buck," Natasha insisted quietly, keeping her eyes on you. "Look at her. I don't want to say it but there's something in this house."

"I know that," Bucky sighed, reluctant as well to admit it. "But what should we do?"

"I don't know. We should only fix up the place during the day and like the housekeepers, leave this place at night. Tony owns a bunch of hotel chains, doesn't he? We'll just ask where the closest one is that he owns and if he could give us a room until the renovations are over and we've sold the place. We'll just give him what we owe once the house sells," Natasha sighed. She really hated asking people to help her like this, but if it was for your sake, she'd do anything.

"Okay," Bucky swallowed, hating even more, to have to ask for Tony's help. But just like Natasha, he'd do anything for you.

"What should we do now?" Bucky asked.

Natasha pursed her lips. "I don't know. Interrupting her makes her twitchy. But we should see if we could coax her back to bed."

Suddenly, you whipped your head in their direction, catching their eyes.

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