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lilithbasically · 1 year

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So I Can See You

Reader x Midoriya

Pt. 1 for Kinktober ‘22 (yes, I know I’m late. My life is a mess ok?)

*Dark Content; Minors DNI*

A.N.: I didn’t tag bc almost everyone has changed their shit so if you want me to tag you in stuff since I’m active again, let me know. Because I will be writing and posting actively again 🥰🖤

Warnings: Heavy on the DubCon, stalker vibe but unestablished, general creepiness, graphic depictions of sex and all that entails, eventual blood mentioned, eventual blood used as lube, fingering, degradation, dacryphilia mentioned, group sex eventually mentioned, reader being used as a special toy eventually mentioned, Little red riding hood themed but again not est., thigh slaps, physical and verbal taunting/teasing, fear play, trope horror movie vibes

|Pt. 1 | Pt. 2 | Pt. 3|

Quickly pocketing your change and wishing the cashier a good night, you turn to look outside. The five minutes you've been inside have proven to be enough for the storm to elevate. Dead leaves swarm the door as a gust of wind rips it from your fingers, swinging directly into a man walking along the outer side. The toe of his boot sticks out just enough to catch it before it slams into him. His fingers reach and curl around the frame to steady it before removing his boot to peer around and down at you.

"Oh my god! I am so sorry, I tried to grab it but it just slipped right through--," you begin to apologize but stop short at his wolfish smile. The striking emerald of his eyes makes your breath catch in your throat. That, alongside the slightly predatory grin, has your brain doing somersaults trying to make sense of the tingle starting between your legs.

"Don't worry, Miss. I understand. You get home safe, alright? Here, let me," he offers as he hails a cab for you.

"Thank you so much. You have no idea how much your kindness means to me," you supply. That questionable smile and a slight wave are all he offers in acknowledgment and you're back on your way home for your scary movie night all by yourself; completely unaware of the gaze lingering on the tail lights and the promise it held.

"I'll be seeing you..."

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Placing your phone down on the kitchen counter and hitting the speaker, you continue, "Yes, I'm live tweeting my reactions! This is supposed to be one of the most sexually deviant horror movies of our time. No way am I not recording my initial thoughts, Mina."

The roar of the wind brings your gaze outside the set of French doors that lead to the back porch as a flash of lightning illuminates the grounds. Limbs groan as they bend and leaves tremble with the force of the breeze. The scraggly silhouette of old, withered trees provides an eerie background for the man with the wolfish grin to stare back at you from the tree line.

"What the..."

"Hello?! Y/N, have you even been listening?"

"Oh shit. Sorry, Mina, I thought I saw someone outside."

"Girl, you watch those damn movies too much. That's what's wrong with you. Just be careful out there in the creepy woods. I have no idea how you live out there alone and watch those shows. Anyway, I'll talk to you tomorrow if I'm not too hungover love you byyyye."

Returning your attention to the blustering storm, you notice the doors swaying against the wind, unlocked, and slightly ajar.

"Could've sworn I locked those already..." you mutter. Once again locking your back doors, you check the time. "Ten o'clock, perfect timing." You grab the bowl of popcorn and shuffle to your comfy spot on the couch.

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>This definitely works for putting me on edge. The movie's ambiance is set so subtly but it's still effective. Feels like the killer is actually walking up behind me<

"Annnnd, send tweet so I can continue--SHIT!" You jump when the piercing scream of your friend echoes through your house. "Swear to god I'll kill him for setting that as my ringtone."

Padding into the kitchen to retrieve your phone, your feet stop in the doorway. Eyes locked onto the back doors that are propped wide open allowing dead leaves to scuttle across your clean, white kitchen floor. Unease settles deep in your chest, its tendrils slither around your throat as dread beats your heart a little faster. Quickly latching the doors once more, you take a step back and shove a chair under the handles; for good measure. Taking a deep breath, you pick your head up and glance outside.

"The man, or whatever the hell that was, is gone now so that's good. Maybe a shower before I finish the movie...blame it on technical difficulties...yeah, that'll be good." Your gaze begins to focus on the reflections of your kitchen, landing on the stand mixer, your keys and phone on the counter, and the shadow of the man standing behind you. You spin around with a yelp, the back of your knees slam against the propped chair, and your hand flies to your chest in surprise at finding yourself standing completely alone in your kitchen.

"Annnd I'm officially losing it...maybe the movie is actually getting to me. Okay," you sigh and start walking to your bathroom, "definitely taking a shower to chill out first then I'll keep watching. Music to relax please...thank you, Billie Holiday radio."

You step under the stream just as the piano's notes fill the room, humming along as you wash your hair. A subtle but noticeable change in the song makes you pause; a man's voice now fills your bathroom. It bounces off the tile walls and surrounds you; trying to cling to your skin and burrow into your limbs.

"I'll be looking at the moon

but I'll be seeing you..."

Your heart starts its relentless pounding as the door slams shut. You swing your arm through the shower curtain to check your bathroom and find nothing. Not a man, a woman, not even your phone. Deciding this is swiftly turning into you feeling like prey, you turn off the water, and pull on your shorts and shirt. Grabbing the handle, you try to reason with yourself, "The movie is definitely getting to me. My phone has scared me about three times, the door thing was weird, I'm just on edge." You walk back through your kitchen, "My phone being gone is creepy but I could have just been singing in my head. And see?" You pick up your phone, "It's right here where I left it."

"Now, I'm going to sit down," sliding the switch on your phone to silent, "finish this movie and not have any more disturbances or freak outs." You pick up the remote and push play. You're immediately steeped into a dangerous, highly erotic sex scene with the masked killer. The heroine sits alone on her couch delving into her reading when she slowly drags her hand down her body, only to have it stopped by the masked antagonist. The screen flashes black to transition; revealing your wolf, standing behind you.

"Told you I'd be seeing you, bunny."

#Kinktober 2022 #deku smut #kinktober #midoriya x reader #Deku is the big bad wolf now #midoriya smut

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bloombird · 6 months

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*barges in* MY TURN

tell me what do you think some of your ocs will wear this Halloween and can you add some cute facts in there too please

Ahh!

Azure Gig would be stuck on having no idea what colors would he paint himself as. (I had this funny gag that Azure would paint himself looking like Vash the Stampede but ends up looking like Little Red Riding Hood in the process so he went "Welp, Little Red it is then!" and grabs a cloak)

Raif Twinwood would be himself because he thinks he's already scary enough. (Azure insists on him wearing a costume and puts him on colored powder. Now he looks like a Halloween colored Frankenstein wolf. He grumbles abt it but still keeps it)

"Hey look Raif! We're a match! :D" "Barely even a match.."

They both go outside doing Halloween activities like giving treats to kid bots on foot and then go on a corn maze or go to haunted houses. (The last part made Azure scared and screaming but somehow it ends up scaring other human guests inside. Raif is wheezing and crying-laughing on the floor)

Troposcan would be wearing as a vampire bat and be his feral chaotic good self. He'd try to eat all the candy and food! He also hosts games and entertain kids if he wasn't hungry.

Needle Knit made a crocheted Halloween-themed plushies for the kid bots (It's like a crocheted keychain in size)

Weaver Knit would be watching over the kid bots making sure that everyone gets their fair share and stopping mean pranks!! (She's dressed as a ninja!)

Patch-It wouldn't care about the holiday much, but they wear a low-effort costume just to stop Azure and Weaver from pestering them further. "For the Energon Storm's sake, fine! I'm dressing up as a 'bloody' nurse."

Vroomba would be wearing as a ghost in their alt mode and be a menace but in bot mode, they wear as a slasher horror antagonist and scare bots! Cal N. Dar asked them on watching a horror movie with him. They both went and had fun!

Vinespeak would be dressed up as a historical vampire and tries to flirt with Junibond and telling her to live a little. Junibond, while wearing a spy costume, is making sure that no one is hurt at the party but ends up dancing with him. *sees Cognice giving Junibond a nod* "Very well then, I suppose I could entertain you for a while."

Insert Maltley, Azulave, Sweetgreen, Limesec, Neatnol, and Corklauncher finally cheering that Junibond agreed. "Finally!" (Also, they're wearing Halloween colored palettes)

Congeldough would be so ecstatic about Halloween and wonder what costume would she wear. Sleet Starch shyly wears an ice prince costume and then Congeldough loves it and decides to go as an icy royal knight!

Anyway, bonus stuff. Hiraya would be making a LOT of Halloween-themed homemade sweets instead of buying candy to give to both bots and humans. She's wearing a candy-themed witch costume.

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watching-pictures-move · 5 months

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Put On Your Raincoats | French Sex Lessons (Mulot, 1980)

I’ve had a mixed experience with vintage French pornos as some of the ones I’ve seen had an air of condescension that I found off putting, but I generally enjoyed this. The ladies are gorgeous and the proceedings are directed with a certain amount of style and humour. Some scattered observations (and mild spoilers, although this is not a plot-heavy affair):

The first scene features Brigitte Lahaie in a leopard print dress as well as a leopard print sofa in the room. The décor in other scenes is similarly busy, but doesn’t achieve this level of synergy.

Lahaie looks great in aviators. Well, she looks great in general, but you didn’t need me to tell you that.

The premise centres around Lahaie getting busted for running a brothel and deciding to open a school to teach women how to have sex. I’m not sure if she really has a talent for teaching however, as her lesson about stripping turns into a lesson about sucking and fucking pretty quickly.

Lahaie slaps a student’s ass when she finds her eating out another student in their off hours. "It's forbidden to mix pleasure with studies." She decides to teach her a lesson through a bit of light domination, which is pretty spicy stuff even if the movie unfortunately cuts it short.

For some reason there’s a history lesson.

A plumber accidentally walks into classroom and gets pounced on by the studends, which highlights the flimsiness of the conceit, although the movie arguably flips the tables on the dynamic. The girls all make a point of complimenting his plumbing skills, which he doesn't demonstrate at all. There isn’t even a “laying pipe” pun, but perhaps that was lost in the English dub.

There’s a scene featuring a Rocky imitator while a knockoff synth Rocky theme plays.

Dominique Aveline AKA French Super Mario plays a xylophone with dick.

The movie ends with the girls putting on a recital and reenacting fairy tales but with a sexy twist. The best of these scenes has Cathy Stewart as Little Red Riding Hood and Celine Galone as Snow White double-teaming the Big Bad Wolf, who puts his very phallic nose to good use. I thought it was pretty cute when the girls took a bow after the show.

At the end, the inspector shuts down Lahaie again, but then suggests she go into making movies, which doesn’t seem like a bad idea at all.

#film #movie review #put on your raincoats #french sex lessons #les petites ecolieres #claude mulot

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monster-noises · 2 years

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hi may I ask you use this ask as a reason to share your old art?

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Absolutely You May!

There were a lot more pieces i wanted to save n share, but i stuck to just like.. ones that tend to "come back" to me every now and again, so i can go back and refrence them whenever they pop up!

First up is some Real old stuff, like 2005/6 i think..

Yes i was a Wolf Kid.

No I did not know how to draw wolves.

And Yes i had approximately 50 other sparkle-wolf ass characters that i Will eventually force everyone to look at. (A more accurate number is probably like.. 12. But that's just trying to remember off the top of my head)

Alas i do Not remember these characters names. But the black/white/red wolf i think is the daughter of the blue/green one? (i also believe the red and black one in the right image is the same character as the one on the left pre-a redesign?) She had a sister who was desert themed and they were super powerful and magical and also tragic because i was about 11 in 2005 so that tracks.

It's a shame i remember so little about them because i Do remember having the most Vivid ideas about scenes and sequences with them.. 😔

Okay so if we are going by approximate age this one would be next circa 2007?

I have mentioned before i used to draw a LOT of dragons, so i have Many more sketches than this big gentleman; But he's the one that always pops into mind first when i recall them.. i believe his name was vargo? Or something like that...

Most of my dragons were from a story about 12 dragons coming together to unite the dragon kingdoms and return to the magical world of the dragons. There were some Choice characters in that cast...

These two are from around 2009? The right one miiight be 2008..

The picture on the left is one of those ones that comes to mind first whenever i think about "my old art" (which is funny because these are two side characters from one of my Very First gay romance story ideas in highschool who were 1) the background straight couple and 2) never drawn again after this) and even now it makes me like !!!! Cause for where i was at with art at the time the shape movement and composition i was able to achieve still impresses me! This was 13 year old bartholomew firing on all cylinders! Just look at the shape of that cape!! The flair of the skirt! It ain't perfect but you go kid!!!!! Fuck it up!!! If a 13 year old handed this to me today i'd be like Hell Yeah!! Look at you go!! The inking is a Choice! But like! Y'know!!!

The little fella on the left is Lotus, one of my Classic Small Rodent Sidekicks, who will definitely be getting the Philip treatment sometime soon. He is my sweet little boy and one of the characters i reminisce about frequently.

These were Solidly 2009, though the story they're from first popped up in 2007 (or maybe even earlier???) And only got More and More just buck f u c k i n g wild until i moved on to the webcomic me and my friend were writing in 2010 and never went back)

The boy in the front middle on right image is the same character as the left one, his name is Jdoshi, he's a (gay) vampire prince, the big shadowy man behind him is his father Oracle, an ancient Vampire Demon Lord King. He rebelled against his fathers evil in the story and joined the heroes team as the resident brooding pretty boy. (He ended up together with the Cursed Angel character Birnam)

The two girls i have a harder time recalling the names of... But they were Oracles henchmen sent to retreive Jdoshi and destroy the heroes. The one on the left had a scythe and was, for some reason, red riding hood inspired?? (I was listening to a lot of the 'darker' vocaloid music at the time) and the one on the right wad like a cool punk wolf girl who rarely spoke but was actually very soft and had a little lizard dragon friend.

(btw this is all the same story This old art redraw is from)

I have not Changed, I've merely been Distilled and Refined with age.

And last but not least I got these fantastic five!

ALSO from the same Universe as the story above but from a Seperate Story I Had Going At The Same Time.

They were a rag-tag group of like.. impish little semi-undead creatures? They just kinda ran amok and caused trouble, sorta morality-neutral (though usually they ended up doing good) they had the power to invade peoples dreams, and of Course all had some kinda secret sad backstory..

I think the funniest thing about them is i remember being really Really into them for a time,. I have more half finished sketches of them and i remember Thinking of story ideas..

But for the life of me i cannot recall a single goddamn fact about Thadieus(red), Neptune(yellow), or Luca(dark green).

Yudekai (purple) was the main character , and Ziggy(light green) was like.. the Grifter of the group, but for the life of me i cannot remember Anything about the other three...

They are almost for sure also getting the Philip treatment at some point though, I'm still a sucker for a motley crew of petty criminals.

And that's what i have for now!!!

I got a whole fucking.. accordion folder full of this stuff still, and all the sketchbooks.. these 8 images Barely scratch the surface..

I'm genuinely always so happy to look back at the art of my younger self, cause i just had so much in my head i wanted to get down and i could never quiet Get There but by god!!! I tried!!! I had a million ideas, and i wanted to bring them a l l to life. And i feel like you can see that in the art, but maybe that's just cause it's My Art? But god there's.. so much behind every image, every character i put down on paper had Some kind of story to them, and god i just wanted to tell every single one so bad.

Not all the ideas were you know, ultimately anything workable for what i wanted them to be, but they were all Fun. In their own way.. and I hope i can give them all a lil light now and again, make the Child Bartholomew in my heart finally feel like.. at least a lil satisfied y'know? He always worked so hard, and wanted so much, but so much more was in his way of getting there.. he at least deserves to be a little bit Seen sometimes.. kinda like a form of closure? I guess?

Regardless!! Thank you stranger, and whoever else takes the time to read this, for caring to walk down memory lane with me! I'm sure there will be more in the future, i got Lots of old stuff i'd love to share!

#monster noises #bartholomew illustrated #old art #god.. Mianime went absolutely off the rails by the end #there were like.. soany dozens of story lines #and spin offs and side stories #the world was Large Rich and Completely Ridiculous #and half of it was just a Large Black Void with a castle in the middle of it

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onewomancitadel · 2 years

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On Crescent Moons: “The crescent moon is a symbol of new beginnings hope and optimism. This phase can also be seen as representing lifes journey from darkness into light it offers guidance to those who are lost on their path It can also represent transitions such as someone leaving one life stage for another such as childhood to adulthood. Crescent moons are believed to signify love and fertility. Unmarried women wear them believing theyll find their soul mate soon after doing so." -EmperorLuffy

Hi EmperorLuffy. (:

Yes, this is interesting but I would want to know where the source is from. Symbolism is extremely culturally and temporally contingent and when I'm analysing it in a show I'm wondering what set of tools the author is using to convey their symbolic ideas. It's only coherent if it's a constrained set. Unless it's classic subconscious cultural ideas which I can reference, but even then that's not always ideal.

So I can say with some degree of certainty that the relationship of solar/lunar ideas are related to classic ideas of unity in opposites, and maybe this relationship is best described in alchemical marriages in alchemical storytelling. But that theme of opposites and unions is found throughout Jung and Campbell, the wholeness to return to.

That's what I generally go by. But in more constrained contexts like the Haven scene, where the crane imagery, for instance, might reference wedding symbolism of cranes, I am willing to be more lenient.

In terms of the crescent moon I am not surprised there would, say, be an association with fertility, due to the association with the scythe (harvest, death), Ruby's Crescent Rose, which is doing all sorts of thematic stuff. Speaking generally the lunar is feminine, and the feminine is associated with fertility. (But these things are always framework-contingent. The solar is feminine in Norse religion, for instance, of what we know of it).

In fact even more generally of the lunar, beyond the crescent which you propose here to carry associations of fertility, the moon is often associated with menstruation, just like the Red Riding Hood fairytale itself. Menstruation is a developmental threshold to be passed through, but it also carries the dual-notes of blood - life and death. In RWBY they're fairly straightforward about, 'Your blood is red like roses' lol, but menstruation is generally a taboo topic they would probably choose to avoid, and I'm ambivalent about how they're choosing to characterise Ruby's growth in the show.

That is, if you've read my previous post about Red Riding Hood's sexual undertones, I'm not sure her character journey is getting any of those messier fairytale associations. But I do think 'passing the threshold' and children becoming adults is present in the story; that's a very simplistic way, for instance, to describe the story is more complicated than good guy kill bad guy, and Ruby's period of (quite likely) disillusionment after the fall of Atlas. (Especially learning, for instance, your parents were people just like you).

Anyway, as this is a follow-on from the previous post about Cinder and the crescent moon: in terms of absolute show symbolism, the crescent is Ruby's because of the scythe and that related duality.

As it is, autumn already carries themes of harvest for the Fall Maiden. So you don't really need to double up with complicated lunar symbolism.

Symbolism should be visually accessible and communicative, and nowhere have I seen Cinder associated with the crescent moon, but she has been lunar generally and is, symbolically, the fallen half of the moon. Again, I reference the points I've made before, which is that the show is communicating something very visually obvious and punny.

Thanks for your ask and hope you are having a good evening.

I'm not trying to come down hard on you, I'm just trying to communicate what is good about symbolism and what works, and generally my method in general. It's fine if you disagree.

#seraphina's asks #user: emperorluffy #risen and fallen moon #cinder fall sadsack tag #requisite disclaimer on my post about gender and symbolism #in RWBY itself they're already playing with/subverting that a bit #for instance Yang is Blake's animus

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perpetuallyfive · 3 years

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If people want me to believe that grimm that isn’t even the same species as her is somehow Summer Rose, they’re going to have to give a pretty convincing argument for why she would attack her own daughter and particularly why the writers would create such a dramatic moment and not do anything with it, not even a moment of hesitation or recognition from the grimm to pay off with the reveal later.

#rwby spoilers #rwby v8 spoilers #i feel like people literally just don't think of yang as summer's daughter #so they aren't thinking about how much that doesn't make any sense???#it would be TERRIBLE writing in my opinion on multiple levels #if salem can de evolve and also evolve and also mutate people cross species #(not just combine grimm elements with human elements as she did with cinder)#and also maybe mind control them no matter what their original species #all while being unkillable #after a while you cut out all narrative tension if you make your bad guy that op because nothing the heroes do matters in the face of that #but it's also bad writing to set up a dramatic moment between mother and daughter and not actually include ANY suggestion that's happening #you'd at least expect the framing to emphasize it more if that was the case #like i get that the idea is all red riding hood theme stuff but on every other level it just doesn't make any sense to me?#i hope this doesn't sound defensive i just don't even know where this reasoning is coming from #i really really don't want this to be rude which is why i didn't want to put it in the main tag #i just hate the idea that the writers wouldn't acknowledge the importance of yang and summer in each other's lives AT ALL #that feels like it would be such a clumsy retcon of a scene we just saw to be like #''there was something else going on here and we NEVER hinted at it AT ALL.''#rwby

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detroitbecomeyandere · 3 years

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Spirited Away

It was going to be "the road trip of the century", or at least that's how your friends put it when they were trying to convince you to do something for summer break other than working.

"Come ooonnn y/n, all you do is work and study! You have to join us, you're gonna die of boredom at this rate!" Audrey whines and throws herself over your shoulders, almost making you drop your overpriced coffee.

"Not everyone has a scholarship or parents to pay for their degree Audrey, some of us have to work to be here. I can't afford to take two weeks off if I want to pay for the semester." Taking a sip of your coffee a grimace crawls across your face as the sugar hits you full force, "Remind me never to take a coffee suggestion from Rosie again."

"She's a sweet girl so it makes sense she'd drink liquid diabetes, but stop trying to change the subject you have to go with us this year!" The red head pulls the cup from your hand to take a swig then makes a face that matches your own before dumping the coffee into the nearest trash can. "Girl, you haven't gone on any trips the entire time you've been here. Live a little for once in your life, we are just driving up to Bentley's family cabin. What's the worst that could happen?"

After some more relentless badgering from your three friends and a promise of paying for this semester for you all four of you set off, and as you sit and listen to Bentley and Audrey bicker about if Chris Hemsworth was hotter than Chris Pine you were glad you came. All the windows were rolled down so you guys could enjoy the fresh air, and to help you with your car sickness. Your head was almost out the window as you tried to push the nausea away, the trees rushed by making you feel more sick. You shut your eyes hoping it will help and doze off.

By the time you wake up the sun is setting, the car is parked and your friends are outside, unbuckling you get out and join them. "Man Bentley, your parents really let their house go, look at all these trees."

"Yeah I've been meaning to tell them trees are so last century. Rosie got us lost and I'm trying to figure out where we are." Bentley was hunched over the hood of his car staring at a paper map. The blonde huffs and crosses her arms, "It's not my fault the phone signal crapped out, you should have downloaded the map!"

You check your phone and sure enough you were in a dead zone, slipping it back into your pockets. "Bentley, you come out here every year with your family, how could you get lost?"

"I don't drive when we do! Get off my back and give me a minute, okay."

Rosie opens her mouth to tease him too but is interrupted by Audrey shouting for you three to come see what she found. With a huff Bentley folds the map as the three of you make your way to her. Audrey was standing in front of a large man-made tunnel hidden behind old oak trees. The stone pathway looked old with grass and wildflowers growing wildly between the cracks, in the entryway of the tunnel stood a small stone tower that seemed fragile enough to fall over in the wind. Parts of the tunnel wall crumbled under Rosie's hand as she ran it across the plaster. "This place has seen better days. Who do you suppose put it here?"

Bentley scratched his chin, "If I remember correctly, some company was building a theme park out here, but the project was scrapped when they realized no one would drive this far out to see it. Guess they laid some of the foundation before then."

Just then a gust of wind blew behind you inching you all closer to the entrance, "It's like it's pulling us in. Let's go check it out!" Aubrey states as she starts walking through the tunnel Bentley and Rosie follow right behind her.

"Guys let's just head back to the car, I'm exhausted and could really use a nap."

"Come on y/n, how often do you get the chance to sneak into an abandoned amusement park? Let's make some memories!" Aubrey yells back at you from halfway through the tunnel, with a huff of annoyance you stuff your hands into your shorts pockets and start down the pathway. The tunnel was longer than you thought and the further you went in the more run down it looked. Maybe it was the darkness or the fact you were walking through a structure that could collapse in on you at any second, but something about this place made your hair stand on edge. There was just something unsettling about it and you seemed to be the only one to notice, your three friends just chattered on without a care in the world and ignoring all the possible danger.

The four of you emerge into the blinding sunlight, standing on top of a hill your group gets a glimpse at the abandoned theme park in the distance just barely able to make out the roofs of the buildings. "Ah man, what kind of amusement park doesn't have rides?" Rosie whines in disappointment and crosses her arms while she pouts.

"Maybe it's more of a reenactment place than a park?" Aubrey reasons, ever the leader she walks on towards the park and the rest of you follow. You walk through a long dried creek bed and into the village setting, now that you have a closer look the buildings seem to have been Japanese inspired. "Maybe this place never opened because of cultural appropriation." Bentley clicks his tongue in mock disappointment and a little chuckle at his joke.

"Shut up Bentley." The three of you say in unison.

The four of you walked around for a while just taking in everything, the buildings while old looking seemed to be in pretty decent shape and some even had little fountains that still had running water on the side of them. In the distance the sun was starting to set and you suggested heading back to the car so you wouldn't get lost on the way back. "Hang on y/n, there is still more to see. Worst case, we crash here tonight." Rosie replied.

"Yeah worst case we sleep in an abandoned park in the middle of the woods where no one else knows where we are. That's a wonderful idea." You grumble back to her. You all continue deeper into the town until you smell fresh food wafting through the air and in perfect unison your friend's stomachs growl.

"Maybe this place isn't so dead after all, come on, that food smells amazing!" The three of them take off in the direction the smell is coming from and soon find a restaurant-like building filled with fresh hot food. "Hello! Is anyone here?!" Rosie yells out but gets no answer in return, "Must have just stepped out for a second." She says with a shrug, three of them sit down and start to fill plates with some of everything in their reach. "Guys I think we should wait till they come back, you can't just take this food it might be for something." Aubrey waves you off and stuffs a dumpling into her mouth, "We can pay them later, I have cash and Bentley has his family's card. You have got to try this y/n, this is the best food I have ever had in my life!"

"No thanks, I'm gonna see if I can find the owner before we get in trouble." Walking off you hear your friends rave about the food as they cram it into their faces. The sun is setting below the trees, normally you would find the dusty oranges and pinks to be comforting but in a ghost town it gives you the creeps. You stop halfway on a bridge and look off into the distance, in the dusk the town was certainly pretty and you kind of wished you could have seen this place open. Lost in your own thoughts you don't hear the footsteps approaching you.

"What are you doing here?" The question jolts you out of your zoning out and you turn around to find a man staring intently at you. His brown eyes almost glowed in the dim light and his short brown hair seemed to be slightly out of place. "You need to get out of here, now!" "Look if this is about the food I'm sorry but you don't need to yell at me, we can pay for it."

"No that's not the… they're lighting the lanterns already. You need to get your friends and get across the river before it's dark. Go, now!" The strange man lunges at you and you bolt back the way you came from, you turn to see if the stranger is following you only to run flat into someone. You look up to apologize only to see a huge shadow creature, your heart stops when it growls at you and before it can grab your arm you duck around it and run as fast as you can. All around you more shadow creatures start to appear out of thin air as the once dead village comes to life, the darker it gets the more solid the beings become.

After a final turn you arrive back at the restaurant only to find three massive pigs in place of your friends and before you can even understand what's happening a large frog-like man appears behind the tables and starts to wipe the pigs at the table. Once again you take off, screaming your friend's names as desperation fills you. By the time you reach the creek bed the sun has completely set and the only light comes from the lanterns from behind you. The once dried river is now filled with a fast current and while you were a strong swimmer you knew you couldn't make it across. Your knees buckle and you crash to the ground skinning your knee in the process and the pain only cements the fact that all this is real. Your friends are missing and you are stuck in this place that shouldn't exist. As the adrenaline wears off, tears start to roll down your face as the panic sets in, you go to wipe your face only to find that your hand is see through now. A full blown panic attack ensues as you watch your body start to fade away, shutting your eyes and wrapping your arms around yourself one last time, all you can think about is how your family would never know what happened to you.

"You didn't make it across, you were so close." Your eyes snap open to see the man from the bridge and you try to stand up only for your legs to be cemented to their place. You reach out for his pants only for them to phase through him, "What's happening to me!!" you scream at him. The brunette kneels before you and pulls a little red pill out of his pocket. "Open, you need to take this before you disappear completely." You keep your mouth firmly shut not trusting the man before you, with a sigh he slips the pill into his mouth before pushing his lips against your own. His tongue pushes past your lips and forces the pill into your mouth and down your throat, he lingers longer than he needs to, probably just making sure you actually swallow it. By the time he pulls away your arms are no longer see through and you can feel your legs again, taking your hands in his he carefully pulls you to your feet. You open your mouth to question him when he suddenly pushes you against the wall, your face starts to heat up as his body pushes against you. After the initial shock wears off your eyes travel from his chest to search his eyes for any ill intent only to see that he wasn't even looking at you, instead his eyes were cast over his shoulder.

"I'm sorry for your friends and I'm sorry you're stuck here. But we don't have time for me to explain, he knows there's a human here and he's looking for you. Hold onto me, I'll keep you safe." numb from everything you just nod and slip your small hand into his.

In a flash the two of you are flying through the now crowded streets dodging every strange creature with grace. You glance up at the man next to you, his brows set in determination and he focuses on the route. Without warning he stops and you slam face first into his back, the two of you are standing behind a couple of bushes next to a bridge where dozens of monsters are crossing. "You need to take a deep breath and hold it until we cross over, it's very important that you don't exhale while we are crossing."

"But why?"

"When a human holds their breath on a crossway in our world they are invisible, if they see you they'll eat you. We have to go now, hurry, take your breath and stay close to me."

You take a huge gulp of air and grab his large sleeve and huddle close to him. The two of you make your way across the bridge to the massive, brightly light building ahead of you. Monsters of all shapes and sizes were flooding into the building. You pass one monster whose body was still a shadow but you could see that he was one of the more humanoid ones. His blonde hair was the only defined feature of his as his face was covered by a white and purple mask. Despite you still holding your breath you felt like he could see you, making you grip on your dark haired savior tighter.

Your lungs and throat start to burn and your eyes water but you were nearly there, peeking up you see that at the entrance stands dozens of women whose heads were at least three times the size of a normal head. Their waving stops as they spot the man you are with and run over to him, they reach out to grab at his arms but he takes a step back shielding you from their accidental touches. "Master, you're back! We are so pleased to have you home, come in, come in!" They continue to crowd around you two stopping your journey and even though you try you can't stop yourself from taking a breath. The moment you do the women start to shriek as you start to materialize in front of their eyes, your savior lifts his hand and casts a spell on the women freezing them in place before taking your hand in his again and quickly leads you away.

This time the two of you stop in a secluded garden area where he allows you to catch your breath before saying anything. "Those damn women, always clawing at me. You'd think by now they'd learn I'm not interested." From the inside of the building you hear people run around and start calling for the man, he looks up at the door and gives a tired sigh. "They're looking for me now, I need to go or else they'll find you too." Having finally caught your breath you apologize to him, "I'm sorry for causing you trouble like this, I just couldn't hold it anymore."

Turning back to you he pushes a strand of your hair behind your ear with a gentle smile on his face, "You did wonderful, I'm just sorry I couldn't have been more help. Now listen carefully, once things have calmed down go out that door and down the stairs to the boiler room. In there you'll find Hank the boiler man, you must get a job from him. He will try to send you away, trick you, but you can not leave until you get a job from him. That is the only way Elijah can't harm you."

"Elijah? Who is he?"

"He's the witch who runs the bathhouse, you'll meet him soon enough. I have to go now, be safe until we see each other again." Taking your hand in his for a final time he brings it to his lips and places a gentle kiss, he turns to leave only for you to grip his sleeve again. "Wait, you never told me your name."

He smiles softly at you, "It's Connor."

#detroit become human #yandere #spirited away #dbh connor #dbh ralph #dbh hank #dbh kamski #dbh kara #dbh rk900 #slow burn #spirited away au #part one #oh my god im so proud of this #beau is excited #mod beau

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quantumlocked310 · 3 years

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Supernatural!Vikings Series Masterlist

I’m doing a whole ass thing y’all. @serasvictoria @ritual-unions-gotme @vikingstrash @kataphine and I have all been torturing delighting everyone with this super long post about our delicious Viking ladies and gents as various kinds of Supernatural creatures. So i’m bandwagoning and hopping right on this train to wherever we go.

This post will be my own Masterlist for the stuff I create. let’s be honest it’s gonna just be moodboards But I’ll also try to keep an eye out for other stuff by this fucking awesome Fandom that were directly inspired by that long ass post

Please tag me in anything you think I should add or if you create something specific for this super awesome theme/trope/idea/shenanigan!

Stuff by Me:

Shapeshifter! Ragnar Moodboard

Siren! Sigurd Moodboard

Undine! Aslaug Moodboard

WereBear! Bjorn Moodboard

WereWolf! Ubbe Moodboard

Vampire! Ivar Moodboard

Incubus! Hvitserk Moodboard

The OGs that Inspired our gigantic thread:

Vampire!Ivar Moodboard by @ofmanderley

Little Red Riding Hood: Werewolf!Ubbe Moodboard by @flowers-in-your-hayr

Assorted Moodboards Part 1 by @serasvictoria

Stuff by Others:

Of Sharp Teeth and Hunger (Part 1) - Fic by @vikingstrash [Explicit - 7.8k]

Jörmungandr would be Jealous (Part 2) - Fic by @vikingstrash [Explicit - 1.4k]

Sated Hunger and Regret (Part 3) - Fic by @vikingstrash [Explicit - 11k]

Assorted Moodboards Part 2 by @serasvictoria

Werebear!Bjorn Moodboard by @flowers-in-your-hayr

Under the moon, the wolves gather - Fic by @serasvictoria [Teen - 2k words]

Fox Tails and Wolf Howls - Fic by @vikingstrash (moodboard by me) [Explicit - 6.1k words]

I’ve Got Dreams to Remember - Fic by @serasvictoria [Explicit - 8k]

Vikings & Vampires Masterlist - Assorted Fics by @artemiseamoon [Various]

Mythological Creatures AU Visual Edits by @vikingstrash

From Flesh - Fic by @jadelynlace [Explicit ~2k]

Vikings!Nymphs - Moodboards by @alexhandersen-marcoilsoe-fandom

Modern Vampire!Hvitty Moodboard by @flowers-in-your-hayr

Victorian Vampire!Hvitty Moodboard by @flowers-in-your-hayr

A Scar That Looks Just Like You Fic by @ivarisms [Explicit - Multi-Chap]

(look i’m not saying this literal entire thing is my fault, but I definitely had something to do with it and no i’m not sorry. I do know i’m responsible for WereBear!Bjorn. But that’s where my certainty ends.) Ya know technically it’s @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie fault for having a Fairy Tale themed follower challenge... so go yell at her and while you’re yelling tell her she’s amazing and wonderful and we don’t deserve her thanks

People who might be interested: @artemiseamoon @youbloodymadgenius @alexhandersen-marcoilsoe-fandom @jadelynlace @punkrocknpearls @walkxthexmoon

Please reply to this post if you want to be added or removed from the above taglist (in theory you’ll get a notification if I update this post specifically).

#masterlist #supernatural!vikings #oops #sorry not sorry #but also very sorry #if anyone hates this and wants me to fuck the fuck right off please tell me #and it will become just my own masterlist #vikings #i'm so type A it hurts

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zoe-oneesama · 4 years

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Okay, semi-serious question! What would each member of Miss Bustier's class in the Scarlet!AU, including Lila, dress up as for Halloween?

Well I think my ideas would probably apply to canon. And obviously I know France doesn’t really do Halloween (at least not how America does), so we’re gonna just retcon reality and pretend Halloween is a common thing to these kids, so basically:

Marinette: A character costume. From a cartoon or movie or game, whatever it is she’s handmaking and handstyling all of it and is scouring the internet to make sure every detail is 100% canon accurate. Every year she tries to outdo herself by getting more and more intricate characters. Year 1 - Princess Peach Paper Mario version. Year 5 - Princess Peach Smash Bros verison.

Adrien: It’s the first year he gets to participate and it’s not some bougie adult wine drinking party, so he either goes for a visual pun (sticking a bunch of beige paint swatches to himself to be 50 Shades of Grey) or goes super basic royalty free costume, like A Vampire or A Devil. If he has a partner he’d totally go couples costumes, but who decides the costumes depends on the partner. (Marinette would totally bow to his whims but Kagami would reel him in)

Alya: She’s been in different store bought Majestia costumes since she was old enough to call the shots. Only this year is she going for Hometown Heroes, but she’s completely caught between who to choose - Ladybug because obviously, or Carapace because her boyfriend, or Rena Rouge because it’s hilarious?! So many options!!!

Nino: He’s never gotten super into it but keeps it alive for Chris. Typically he’ll pull together a “closet costume”, like pulling out the plaid button up and sticking some straw out of the pockets to be a scarecrow. Going to parties with Alya makes him want to try a little harder this year so he’ll probably actually buy a full costume this year to go with whatever she decides to be (”Wait, you’re gonna dress as me this year?!”)

Canon Chloe: She’s worn her Ladybug costume a few too many times in public, so she’ll probably go for Queen Bee but with a twist - like a full ballgown princess but Queen Bee themed. It’s super expensive decorated with real rhinestones, as are all the costumes she’s had in the past because she’s in a personal competition with Marinette. It kills her that Marinette always gets way more compliments on her costumes.

SL Chloe: Same as above but Scarlet Lady themed. She’s at least smart enough to forgo the mask and demands pockets to shove Tikki into.

Canon Sabrina: In order to match Chloe but not outshine her, Sabrina is ordered to be a bee (to be Queen Bee’s “Pollen”, though Sabrina doesn’t know what that means). She’s an adorabee and her outfit is also pretty expensive because it was commissioned by Chloe, but that also means Sabrina got zero input on it.

SL Sabrina: It’s the first time Sabrina hasn’t relied on Chloe to “make” her costume (or rather DECIDE her costume) and all the independence has Sabrina scrambling a bit. In the end, by borrowing some of her dad’s old things, she dresses as a Cutie Cop complete with a too big hat and handcuffs she has to SWEAR not to use.

Max: With some carefully painted cardboard and foam, he’s one of the bots from UMS III. Despite the crudeness of the costume, it is also meticulously model accurate, and also very difficult to move in.

Kim: 100% one of those inflatable T Rex costumes.

Alix: She’d probably wear her regular clothes but invest in a high quality wolf mask and hands and sneak up on people all night.

Nathaniel: He’d have to prepare months in advance but he’d show up as Super Nathan. He skips on the face paint but considering it’s his OC and he still draws it in his comic, I think he’s not emotionally tainted by being an akuma and it’s own little “Fuck You” to Hawkmoth. Plus it makes Chloe stay 10000 miles away from him.

Mylene: Mylene walks into a costume shop with no plan, wanting to be taken in by how a costume looks and feels on her. Because of that she has an eclectic background and no one ever knows what she’s going to come as. Last year she was a racoon because the costume dress had ears on the hoodie, but maybe this year she comes as a Mad Hatter because the costume came with a lot of pieces. Who knows?!

Ivan: He knows he’s going to avoid anything with a mask if he wants his girlfriend to come near him. That does knock off a lot of his favorite horror characters, so he goes an Adrien route and shows up as A Ninja. Yep. Definitely not a video game character, noooo, this is TOTALLY just A Ninja. Uhuh.

Rose: Unicorn Princess. With wings. And a tiara. And A wand. And a tail. And rainbow chalk in her hair. And stickers.

Juleka: She’s a witch, but not a store bought cute short skirt one. Like a voodoo hag that dragged herself out of the swamp to curse mankind. She’s basically one every year so she just adds onto her costume and every year her witch costume just increases in collectables. Vials around her waist and a fake crow on her hat, a spell book appeared one year, and spider webs draped over her shoulders. Uh, are you sure that’s just a costume Juleka?

Canon Lila: She doesn’t care much about the actual costume but takes a lot of care making sure it’s juuuuuust towing the line between cute and sexy. It needs to be attention getting but not bad attention. She goes for slightly childish characters, like Little Red Riding Hood, so she can get away with saying she thought it was “just adorable!” when she knows it’s showing her off. If I wanted her to be even cheekier, I’d have her find a “Sexy” Rena Rouge costume that’s pretty much Rena Rouge but in a skirt, and watch Alya convulse.

SL Lila: Drop the act and just admit she likes feeling sexy. Her friends help her find costumes that are age appropriate but scratch that itch and Lila puts more thought into the actual character. She gets a new appreciation for merging horror with pretty stuff - like a Zombie Cheerleader or Elsa but with ice coming out of her skin. It also lets her stretch her makeup skills.

#on the lila thing I just wanna say that I used to have that embarrassing 'i wanna be a sexy grown up' phase #so that's where I'm coming from with that logic #halloween #my opinion #halloween costumes #ml #miraculous ladybug #crisisdparity

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olivinesea · 3 years

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If you’re still in need of a distraction for your car ride:

Which three songs would be on on road trip mixtape for Hotch and which on a mix tape for Penelope?

What are the three US landmarks that Hotch would want to show Jack and why?

The team (member constellation of your choice) has to take a suv to get to the remote crime scene. The car breaks down, it’s already getting dark. Who keeps cool, who panics, who knows nothing about cars and is useless but brought water and snacks, who tries to repair the car and succeeds and who holds the torch so the one doing the repairs can see what they’re doing?

So many fun ideas! Here we go, in reverse order.

3. SUV breaks down. I’m gonna try a little blurb for this. Also, please note my satisfaction at being able to translate “torch” to “flashlight.”

Emily sat on the fence, despite the clear risk of collapse or splinters. She was happily throwing sunflower seeds at Hotch’s head. They got caught in his hair while he bent over the engine, trying to decipher what was going on. Morgan, holding the flashlight, suppressed his laughter with a grimace when Hotch looked up for the fifth time, glaring at Emily but not giving her the satisfaction of grumbling at her. He wouldn’t crack that easily. Emily stuck her tongue out at him and he huffed, looking back at the disaster that was the car’s insides. Morgan snorted and Hotch glared at him too. Morgan held up both his hands, feigning innocence. The flashlight beam swung away from the work area.

“Hey man, it’s all her. You know how she gets.”

“Just keep the light on this will you?” Hotch scowled, returning to his task.

Meanwhile, Spencer was quietly freaking out, trying and failing to stay calm. He had been calculating how much water they had versus how many people they were and the potential temperature fluctuations and how that was going to affect their hydration needs. The numbers were not adding up in their favor. He twisted a lock of hair between his fingers, coiling and uncoiling it as he chewed on his lip, debating when to bring the issue up.

His thoughts were sound so tightly that a low rumbling sound from the front seat made him jump, yelping that some animal had come for them.

“Relax, my friend.”

Penelope’s hand squeezed his arm, her brightly colored nails reflecting the last bits of sunlight. “It’s just Rossi.”

Spencer looked and sure enough, Rossi was passed out in the passenger’s seat, mouth ever so slightly open.

“I—I knew that,” Spencer looked down at the ground. He noted with displeasure that the shadows had fallen thickly enough to wash out the colors of their shoes, everything becoming a muted blue-grey.

“Come on,” she said, tugging his arm gently. “I’ve got snacks.”

Back at the car she pulled a chocolate chip granola bar out of her purse. She handed it to him then used her phone light to dig around deeper while he crunched.

“Aha! Here you go.”

“What is it?” Spencer rolled the wooden object around in his hand. It was a cube about the size of his palm.

“It’s a puzzle box,” Penelope sounded pleased.

“A what?” Spencer was perplexed. How was this going to help them at all?

“I can’t get it open. I’ve been trying for weeks now. Will you try? There’s supposed to be something cool inside.”

“I guess...” but Spencer was already engrossed in the task, feeling the edges with his fingertips, trying to find a piece with more give than the rest.

Penelope smiled to herself, going back into her bag for more snacks to offer the others. As she walked around the front of the car, JJ appeared walking from the opposite direction, hood pulled up.

“Good news everyone,” she called, still a little far away. They all looked up at her. “Managed to get service up the hill, a tow truck will be here in a bit.”

There was a collective sigh of relief from everyone. Everyone except Emily who muttered darkly to herself.

“Fuck.”

“What’s that now?” Derek asked.

“I was just finalizing my list.” She smiled at them, her teeth just visible in the low light.

“What—“

“No, don’t ask her,” Hotch cut off Penelope’s question. “I am sure I do not want to know.”

“Suit yourself,” Emily said sweetly, hopping off the fence and going to Penelope. “Got any Red Vines?”

2. US Landmarks: ok I don’t know shit about the east coast where I’m sure there are many important landmarks that they could easily visit but let’s pretend they travel west for some reason? Also I’m an outdoor nut so that’s the kind of list you’re going to get. I’m sure there’s very nice inside places he would go too, but not this trip.

Arches National Park/Moab - why? There are fossilized dinosaur tracks nearby and what kid doesn’t love dinosaurs?? You can straight up put your hand inside some of them. It’s incredible. Also the rock formations are INSANE and very cool. Hotch can talk about rock nerd stuff which he obviously cares about bc I do.

Olympic National Park - rainforest, in the Pacific Northwest, glaciers, alpine lakes, this place looks so fucking beautiful. I want to go so Hotch wants to go. They talk about ecology and the importance of taking care of the environment. Kid stuff.

The giant metal bean in Chicago. It is odd and Hotch is odd. Also I feel like there’s some lesson there about creativity and following your dreams and maybe also engineering? Plus they’d get very cute pictures to send back to the team.

1. Road trip playlist pics

Hotch is a dad rocker through and through. That is his sound and he is a big nerd so he would definitely pick traveling themed lyrics.

I’m A Ramblin Man - Waylon Jennings

Proud Mary - CCR

Mr. Blue Sky - ELO

Penelope is high energy girl pop for sure. She is having a great time, singing along, probably eating sour gummy worms bc those are delicious.

Wannabe - Spice Girls

One, Two Step - Ciara & Missy Elliott

Glamorous - Fergie

Send me requests!

#thank you!!

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haikyunicorn · 4 years

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halloween with kuroo, iwa, asahi and suga

@mer92 asked “Hiiii I've just started to follow you! Would it be possible to request HC for Kuroo, Iwa, Asahi and Suga on a Halloween date with their S/O? like what kind of costumes will they wear if they will be wearing matching costumes... Or if they would go to Halloween parties or just stay home? Thank you if you decide to write it down! 😊”

Hi, lovely! Thank you for following and requesting<3 it was very fun writing this! this is less plot-filled than my other hcs, i hope that’s ok with you

kuroo tetsurou

Kuroo likes Halloween

He’s not super hyped up about it, but he loves playing scary pranks on his friends and then using Halloween as an excuse :)

He tells Lev and Inuoka that the boy’s toilet on the 2nd floor is haunted and do they believe him?? Absolutely, yes.

He doesn’t mind going on spooky dates, either!

In fact, he’ll drag you to watch a horror film or stay up all night exchanging scary stories

He would also probably take you and the team “ghost hunting” around the school after volleyball practice when it’s dark and no one’s around

Nerd boy with his nerd costumes

He doesn’t want to spend too much effort or money in a costume he’s only going to wear once this year, but he doesn’t want a lame costume, either

He’d love to get matching costumes with you!!

But all his suggestions will be either memey or nerdy costumes

The firsts that come to mind are the ‘woman screaming at cat’ (he’ll be the cat) or he’ll get you both matching t-shirts with the elements copper (Cu) and tellurium (Te) printed on them “so when we stand next to each other, everyone can see how CuTe we are”

He is also not opposed to character costumes like Rick and Morty or Hogwarts wizards/witches

Kuroo will go to a party with you and slip away for a while the second you both get there with no explanation and then very unsuspiciously hang around you all night

Later you find out he has signed you both up for the costume contest

The both of you are definitely not the best dressed ((read below: suga and his s/o)) but strut on the stage like it’s a fashion show

Or if you refuse to go up and participate because you were involuntarily signed up, Kuroo will still go up alone, pick up a microphone with a deadpan face and say “this is supposed to be a matching costume but there were some technical difficulties” you brought this on yourself, kuroo

Haunted houses and horror films are definitely his favourite things about Halloween!

I feel like Kuroo isn’t afraid of the ghosts and stuff, but he doesn’t handle being jumpscared well

When he gets shocked while in a haunted house or during a movie, he’ll yelp out a bunch of swears lmao

But he loves the temporary adrenaline rush and 10/10 will do it again

If you tease him and call him a scaredy cat, he’ll pout

And you can expect him trying to sneak up on you and scare you the next day

iwaizumi hajime

Iwa doesn’t care much for Halloween

He gets a little annoyed at all the Halloween-themed products that stores come out with because he thinks it’s just a marketing scheme to sell some overpriced shit (it is)

But if you want to go try out pumpkin desserts or visit a haunted house, he’ll indulge you just because he loves spending time with you no matter what you two end up doing

He’s usually not one to dress up for Halloween

The most he’s done is put on a t-shirt with a superhero logo on it 🙄

Oikawa has tried multiple years to get him in “matching best friend costumes” but Iwa has never once agreed

But if you pout a little a few weeks before Halloween, bribe him with some kisses, catch him in a good mood, he’ll say yes (make sure to say no takebacks)

Deciding on a costume consists of you giving suggestions and Iwa saying yes or no to them

He doesn’t want to do something very costume-y, he prefers to wear an outfit that can pass as a regular outfit but it’s based on a character from a movie or series

E.g. Kim and Ron from Kim Possible, Ash/Misty and Brock from Pokemon (Iwa would be perfect as Brock??? he’s already got the hair down fdkjs), Sandy and Danny from Grease (show off his arms yes)

Iwaizumi will go to a Halloween party because all his friends are going lol

Oikawa will be devastated when he sees Iwa wearing matching costumes with you and this is partly why he agreed to do it with you

He’ll keep you by his side or follow you around for most of the party because “the costume won’t make sense if he’s standing alone” or whatever sir just say you’re too shy to do it alone

If you want to stay home, he’s fine with it too

Whether you want to have a movie marathon, bake something, carve pumpkins, anything really, he’ll do it with you

Lowkey wants to watch scary films so he can “protect you” if you get scared

Like if you’re squeezing his arm during a scary scene he’ll be like “it’s not that scary, you wimp” but also he’s pulling you closer and putting his arm around you and his heart is fluttering-

so in conclusion: iwa is a simp for you

Bonus: one time you came over to his house and his mom showed you a picture of 6-year-old Iwaizumi dressed up as godzilla for Halloween💖

azumane asahi

Halloween isn't his favourite holiday for um.. personal reasons

Once October comes around, Asahi is already being tormented by some of his friends (it’s suga) scaring him

He doesn’t despise everything about Halloween, though - in fact, there are some things he really loves about Halloween

Like going to a pumpkin festival, baking sweet treats together, enjoying a walk in the park with the pretty autumn scenery, or choosing and DIY-ing costumes

Asahi loves the costume planning with you!!

The both of you will take days or even weeks in advance finding the perfect costume and figuring out how to make them

He definitely prefers the cute costumes over gory costumes

Some of the costume ideas are Little Red Riding Hood and the Big Bad Wolf, Cheshire Cat/Alice and the Mad Hatter/White Rabbit from Alice in Wonderland, or characters from the Wizard of Oz

i don’t know why all of these are from children’s fantasy stories im sorry-

You and Asahi will take turns going to each other’s houses after school or on weekends and working on your costumes together (It’s his favourite part (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ))

If he goes to a Halloween party, it’ll probably be a small gathering, such as a potluck with the Karasuno volleyball team

Everyone will be in awe of how cute you two look!!

If the team decides to switch off the lights and leave a flashlight on, gather around and tell spooky stories, he’ll want you next to him and you two will be holding onto each other

the first and second years are so jealous of their senpai and his cute s/o

Haunted houses are a no-no, sorry

Asahi doesn’t mind staying in either!

If you have a movie marathon, you guys binge Harry Potter or Studio Ghibli movies (they have magic so they’re Halloween movies right?)

Though if you’re a horror movie fanatic, he’ll try to watch a scary film with you

He will also have a lot of snacks! And the best hot chocolate you will ever have

I can also imagine Asahi doing your nails? And maybe he’ll let you do his nails too

You two make cute designs of little ghosts and pumpkins but don’t let each other see until it’s finished so it’s a surprise

You share lots of cuddles and kisses afterwards, and Asahi can’t wait to spend another sweet Halloween with you🥺🥰

Bonus: Kageyama showed up in his volleyball uniform and said his costume is a volleyball player :)?

sugawara koushi

Suga loves Halloween!!

It’s an excuse to have fun, cute dates under the guise of “keeping up the tradition”

Even before Halloween, he’ll take you on cafe dates to a different place each week to try out the pumpkin specials

You two will make jack-o-lanterns and then compare to see who did a better job, which could potentially end up in a tickle fight

This boy is going all out with the costumes!!

Maybe it’s the mom instincts, but he’s not settling on some cheap online/store-bought costume and he’ll DIY for both his s/o and himself

It’ll be an iconic couple and something very chic

Like you know Neil Patrick Harris and David Burtka‘s family halloween costumes? That’s the vibes you two have

Examples of your costumes include: Morticia & Gomez from The Addams Family, Jack and Sally from The Nightmare Before Christmas, Sailor Moon and Tuxedo Mask (plss)

You help each other put on each other’s costumes and make-up <333

Both of you will go to a halloween party, even if it’s just a few close friends gathering, and you two are gonna be the IT couple

your outfits and makeup will be on point all through the night and everyone will be so jealous💖

He’d probably take you trick or treating to a few houses for fun tbh HAHA

Your neighbours open up their front door to see.. Two grown ass children?? With costumes looking like they were professionally made??? Grinning and holding out their trick or treat bags?????

They’ll be so confused they end up giving you guys candy anyway

Suga is also a horror fanatic!

If you let him, he’ll drag you to a haunted house attraction

He’s the type to laugh at the scares :)

But he’ll hold your hand and let you cling to his arm if you’re scared, trying to reassure you

He’ll also arrange a horror movie marathon + sleepover!

After you get back, clean up and change into your comfiest pyjamas, Suga has already set up the living room

The couch is stacked with pillows and blankets, some of the lights are switched off, there’s a large bowl of popcorn and your trick-or-treat loot on the table and the movies are already queued on the TV

If you’re not a big fan of horror movies, he’ll opt for less scary but still Halloween-themed movies like Corpse Bride, The Nightmare Before Christmas or Coraline (coraline’s kinda creepy but so good), or the “horror/thriller” movies that are just bad so you both can laugh at them

You and Suga snuggle under the blankets with pillows all around, munching on your snacks and watching the movies until you both fall asleep together

thank you for reading! hope you enjoyed~

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queenofthefullmoon · 4 years

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An exhaustive list of Bloodborne bosses I would or would not date

Father Gascoigne

We’re starting this list off with a strong yes. You may be like, but Blue, this is a married man with two daughters! To this I reply: I pretend not to hear it. Also, not to be horrible, but his wife is dead while I’m right there baby, with my blunderbuss and my axe, and I’m ready to risk it all. YES, I know he’s a very stinky man, but you gotta make compromises sometimes. What’s that smell? Ah, the sweet dilf, it sings to me.

Cleric Beast

Let me be clear, I’m not a furry, but the Cleric Beast has stated some facts and made some points! The only reason why I’m not to keen on dating it is that it can’t best me in battle, which is something I’m always looking for in a partner.

Blood Starved Beast

Our first no of the list, I’m not very into skin flaps and poison, which the Blood Starved Beast has plenty of. Moreover, I’d have to get Djura’s approval, and that scares me beyond anything else in Yharnam.

Vicar Amelia

Another Cleric Beast, this time with a bit more flair to it. First of all we just have to admire the way she transforms, very sexy and bloody, which is something you’re gonna want in your relationship if you’re someone who likes fun. (Thiccar) Amelia, cradle me like your golden pendant.

Hemwick witches

Another hard no here. No offense, but I like having eyes, and dating a pair of witches covered in eyes that they’ve been harvesting for years doesn’t seem like a good idea to me!

Shadows of Yharnam

Honestly yeah? You get 3 cool partners in black robes for the price of one. They all wield different weapons, which makes for two excellent things. First of all, you get a very efficient bodyguard team (useful at parties, when a hunter gets drunk on blood, or when you open your front door and a beast is there). Secondly, if you want to have a fun sparring match with your partners, which we all know is a fundamental activity in a couple, you have very varied options!

And a bonus for animal lovers: they can spawn snakes at will for you!! Never a boring day with your 3 hooded partners.

Rom, the vacuous spider

NO. Don’t date Rom. She’s baby! She doesn’t understand what’s going on. Instead, here’s a list of nice activities you can do with Rom:

- Read her stories

- Trims her back growths

- Clean her teeth

- Make her some cute little glasses

- Knit matching socks for her and her children

- Teach her new spells

- Not date her

Darkbeast Paarl

Paarl is a similar situation as Rom. He’s just a little puppy… He doesn’t know what dating is. He knows what going on a walk means, though! So go on, go on a happy little walk with Paarl. He’ll love it, you’ll have fun, everyone will be happy.

Amygdala

Yes. Evidence that it’s a good idea is: lots of arms (good hugs), can grab the shit out of me, CAN and WILL crush me, can sometimes shatter my consciousness with its eldritch powers (very sexy), can send me in other dimensions, will annihilate my enemies with a funky laser beam, and the most amazing feature: can pop it’s eyes out of its skull like a stress ball (fun trick to show your friends at parties). The ideal girlfriend.

The One Reborn

NO!!!!! There’s a lot of freaky stuff I’d date in Bloodborne but the One Reborn is NOT one of them. Firstly, it has 6 nannies. Do I look like the type of person who wants their dates consistently moderated by 6 Pthumerian elders? No!!! I’m a free bitch baby!! And in addition to that, Juan Reborn just has too many limbs. It’s not okay. If we ever got engaged I wouldn’t know where to slip the ring.

Micolash, Host of the Nightmare

Would I..? No, I wouldn’t… Unless? Haha, just kidding. Wait… Actually… Um.

I mean… If you’re into bastardous hysterical little men who howl while running around, sure. BUT beware… You might lose him in a mirror and never find him again, which I find very inconvenient. Imagine going shopping with a guy who compulsively disappears in mirrors. Imagine explaining to the store employees why your dumbass boyfriend broke all their mirrors.

Also, how will we kiss? With the cage on the way?

Oh god, do I have to wear a cage too?

Celestial Emissaries

I’m not against having a multitude of partners but I’m afraid that might be too much for me. Also, they look like little tiny bebes. I know I’ve said before that I wasn’t ready to be a parent, but I might make an exception for the Celestial Emissaries — let them chill in my home, make them pb&j sandwiches, stuff like that.

Ebrietas, Daughter of the Cosmos

Dear Ebrietas… I have a lot of fondness for her but she looks way too much like mac’n’cheese for comfort. She’s invited for sleepovers and all, no doubt about that, but I see our future together as platonic.

Martyr Logarius

Now Listen… Logarius is an Enemy of women. The proof of his crimes still remains in Cainhurst castle. Do I want to date the genocidal Yharnam Santa? Are you really asking me that? Do you take me for Executioner Alfred? I am not crazy. I will not date Martyr Logarius and his red skulls spamming ass (however miss Annalise queen of the Vilebloods, call me).

Mergo’s Wet Nurse

Um yes of course? Tall dark eldritch wife? I feel like Mergo’s Wet Nurse is the Dancer of Bloodborne, where I’m in a situation where I’m presented with the ideal girlfriend and people expect me to say no because she’s an enormous eldritch entity who could kill me in one hit or whatever. Do you think me a coward? Do you believe that I am not willing to risk it all for invisible girls? Think again.

Gehrman, the First Hunter

Ew no! Gross! He’s gonna make a doll designed after me and I will have to call the police!

Moon Presence

On one hand yes (see Mergo’s Wet Nurse) but on the other hand… I feel like the Moon Presence would be too possessive and easily jealous. I just need some freedom, yknow? The liberty to go out and make friends with other Great Ones. And I know she would NOT like that. She’d ask me if I’m the only Great One I’m talking to and I’d have to nervously hide my phone and say Yes Babe Always Babe, lest she would shackle me to an unending dream. I’m not about that life.

Ludwig the Accursed/the Holy Blade

I genuinely don’t know what to say. The screaming horse man? Am I— the horse boy? Him? No. I… I’m not gonna. I love his sword. Lots of class. Very good theme song, could be cool to have him as a friend (maybe I could ride him around to different locations?) but to date? Kiss his horse mouth? KISS HIS EYE MOUTH? You could say that… Neigh.

Laurence, the First Vicar

NOW WE’RE TALKING BABEY… All the class of the Cleric Beast with FIRE included! Picture this: it’s the winter, it’s snowing, and you’re cold… NOT! You are dating a FLAMING BEAST, you are never cold. Laurence has one proper arm to hold you and one arm that’s a constant flaming inferno, which means he’s great for the summer and the winter, depending on which temperature you want to be at. Your enormous flaming boyfriend will always be at your side.

Living Failures

First of all mood, second of all, this is kind of a Celestial Emissaries situation where I’m not against having many partners but I don’t want a whole congregation of them. There’s just too many Living Failures. I also like dating people with faces? And that aren’t, like, blue. So it’s a no from me, but I’ll befriend them. I’ll go garden with them and all. We can have a girls’ night, it’s all good.

Lady Maria of the Astral Clocktower

I’m gonna have to be predictable and say yes here, but fair warning, Lady Maria isn’t for everyone! I know she looks like the perfect wife, but get this; this lady is a hunter. She’s only a lady because she’s related to royals. She has nothing ladylike in her. You think she takes baths? You think she knows what self-care IS????? I laugh at your ignorance, at how you misunderstand her. Maria is a stinky girl; but she is MY stinky girl.

Orphan of Kos

I don’t want to date the Orphan of Kos because he was literally just born and still has his placenta attached to him. I don’t care for infants, and I don’t care for violent infants. I wouldn’t even want to invite him over to play with the Celestial Emissaries or something. He’s like that asshole child in kindergarten who hurts the other kids for fun. Am I being harsh to a literal baby and an orphan at that? Maybe. But Kos herself couldn’t tell me I’m wrong.

Bonus chalice boss: Yharnam, Pthumerian Queen

Now listen here… Yharnam is a queen, tall and kinda eldritch, absolutely rabid, which we’ve established is my type. Shall I step on the toes of Oedon and declare her mine? Perhaps. She has a very powerful scream, which worries me in case of a domestic fight, but overall I get to marry a kind of eldritch queen, which is alright in my book. I know she has an equally eldritch baby, but it’s formless, so it doesn’t bother me that much. Dark Souls 1 ll Dark Souls 2 SOTFS ll Dark Souls 3

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tarklesbehindthescenes · 3 years

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Ok so a request maybe??

Cliffjumper, Bumblebee and Bluestreak as bffs at a TF sized amusement park?

I should NOT have this much power over robots, but I do and I’m in love with this idea and we’re getting some goofy stuff in. Here we go!

Word count capping at 1,441

Bumblebee grinned excitedly up at the large gate ahead of him, Cliffjumper, and Bluestreak. The three of them had been given permission to take a small vacation and Bluestreak had posed the idea that they should go and do something together. It took Cliffjumper a bit of convincing, but he eventually agreed to the prospect and the three of them began planning. Japan looked the most promising to visit, the main reason being a new transformer-sized theme park had been erected out of admiration for the robots. They had been extended an invitation, anyway, so why not take the offer?

“There it is, guys,” he exclaimed, pointing to the colorful signage stationed in front of the large plot of land with ride after ride scattered hither and thither.

Cliffjumper raised his optic ridges at the sight as Bluestreak whistled his amazement beside him. “So we’re really going to do this, huh?” the red minibot asked, peering up at the size of some of the coasters.

“Don’t tell me you’re getting cold feet, Cliffjumper,” Bluestreak teased, giving his shoulder a poke.

“I’m not afraid!” Cliffjumper barked back. “I just don’t think it’s going to be all that great.”

“Oh, trust me,” Bumblebee assured, “it’ll be great. Once our equilibrium sensors are switched off, you’ll see what the humans find so fun about these places.”

Bluestreak fixed him with a surprised look. “Oh, those need to be off? How are we going to walk around from ride to ride if we can’t keep balance? I remember this one time when Smokescreen’s equilibrium sensors were shut off for a bit. He couldn’t walk three paces without falling over.”

“It’s not like we can’t keep upright without them,” Bee pointed out.

“But they make it so much easier. And mine’s under my hood, so I can’t get to it.”

“All you have to do is pop your hood and lean down for us, Bluestreak,” Cliffjumper countered while folding his arms. “It’s not like this is a big deal. Since it’s easier for me and Bee to reach ours, we can just switch them on and off, leave yours off, and guide you around.”

“Problem solved!” Bumblebee stated with a smile.

The Datson hummed thoughtfully before giving them a nod. “Alright, but only after we’re inside. It would be embarrassing out here. What with all these tourists with cameras.” He threw the humans walking along the city streets nearby a glance. There was a fair crowd that had developed, all staring at them with expressions that varied from excitement to awe. Bluestreak found he couldn’t help smiling at them and waving. “Prowl always says it’s important to keep a good image.”

“There’s going to be people inside the park, too, though,” the yellow minibot said, making Bluestreak hum a small whine.

“Fine, fine… Just don’t tell Prowl.”

Cliffjumper smirked. “No promises.”

His brother elbowed him in the chestpiece. “Our lips are sealed, Bluestreak. Come on.”

The three proceeded to enter the park, Bluestreak and Bee throwing a little more attention to the tourists as they passed while Cliff blatantly ignored them. As expected, while this theme park was suited to be better equipped for transformer participation, there were still humans milling about the place. It was actually quite impressive. Food and game stands stood throughout to keep the humans entertained and full. Statues of each Autobot had been placed strategically. Some of the bots were grouped in one statue, like the Datsons, and others stood by themselves, like some of the minibots and—to be expected—Optimus Prime. A check of the park map gave them a better idea of what lay where.

“There’s a recharge center and an Autobot museum, too?” Cliff exclaimed with disbelief.

“Holy Heterodyne,” Bluestreak breathed. “This place is huge compared to normal human builds! And it seems like they really admire us, huh? This is so cool!”

“Oh! Guys, get a load of this!” Bumblebee had wandered from the map to a plaque in front of Grapple’s statue not too far from them. “Grapple helped them make all this!”

“So thaaaat’s where he’s been off to on and off for the past year and a half!” Bluestreak prodded Cliffjumper’s shoulder again. “I told you he wasn’t doing anything fishy!”

“You can’t blame me for being skeptical!” Cliffjumper snapped. “He worked with the Constructicons before! Willingly, I’ll add!”

“Guys, can we not fight about this?” Bumblebee asked as he walked back over to them. “We’re here to enjoy a well-deserved vacation, not bicker about who-thought-what.”

Bluestreak was more than willing to comply. Cliffjumper huffed, but loosened up as they went further into the park. Unsure where to start, they wandered until they reached the first ride that called their attention. It was a simple low to ground rollercoaster. Low in comparison to the other rollercoasters, that was. They all agreed it was a good place to get their feet wet when it came to the theme park experience, so they went through the ‘line’. There were two separate tracks, and in turn two separate lines, to the ride. One made for the humans, and the other made for the transformers. Due to them being the only transformers in the park, there was a complete lack of line for them and so they were able to just walk right on up to the ride entrance.

As they had discussed, before getting on, the minibots had Bluestreak pop his hood and lean down so they could switch off his equilibrium sensors. Once taken care of, the two helped him on the ride and turned off their own sensors. Bumblebee squirmed excitedly in his seat and clutched the safety bar locked across their laps as they waited for the ride attendants to start their track up, while Cliff and Bluestreak let their gazes wander around the setup. After a minute, the safety spiel played over a set of loudspeakers, and then their train car jolted forward and they were moving, crawling toward the decent-sized incline more than a few feet from the seating platform.

Cliffjumper relaxed in his seat and put on an expression that stated he wasn’t expecting much out of this but was curious all the same. When they reached the incline and began getting pulled up, Bluestreak squeaked with mild surprise.

“Ooh! Whoa, this feels weird!” he chattered, looking at the view around them as they slowly ascended. “This is kind of steep, huh? Holy— Bee, Cliff, look at that one over there! It’s literally a straight climb up before it completely drops and goes all crazy! Who comes up with these designs?? Looks a little daunting! Let’s hit that one up after this one! Oh, this is actually kind of high, despite not being the tallest one, huh?”

The yellow minibot seated between Cliff and Bluestreak braced himself as they reached the top of the incline. “Here we go!” he called to them.

They tipped over the edge… and off they shot like a firework. Down, up, swerving around the other track the humans were using. Bumblebee was whooping and hollering with sheer glee the whole ride. The abrupt feeling of falling that Cliffjumper and Bluestreak experienced at the start caught them off guard and made them widen their optics as they shouted with surprise, the Datson with a little less dignity than the red minibot. After they recovered from the initial shock, however, they both found themselves thoroughly enjoying the experience much the same way that their little yellow friend was.

The ride was short, but that hardly mattered to them. They were giggling and laughing as the train car pulled back into the station and allowed them to vacate the ride. Dizzy from said ride, they stumbled and tripped over themselves as they exited the station.

“Primus, that was awesome!” Cliffjumper exclaimed loudly, switching his equilibrium sensors back on and helping Bumblebee do the same as the yellow Beetle was struggling to keep his hands steady. “And that’s the smaller one??”

“I told you!” Bee grinned broadly.

“Guys, guys, guys! We have to go hit up that one with the straight drop I saw!” Bluestreak declared.

Cliff wasted no time in grabbing Bluestreak’s hand and pulling him along, forcing Bee to quickly take the other hand and catch up. “Slag yeah we do! Try to keep up, Bluestreak!”

“Guys, you’re so small! I’m totally gonna fall over!” the Datson whined. “Can you please just turn my sensors back on? Come on, I’m dizzy! Ooh, there’s a stage where we can stop and pose for photos! Can we do that??”

The day carried on. A vacation to remember, for sure.

#Ahhh this was so much fun to write~#Hope this was what you were looking for!#Nothing like three boys having a blast #Transformers #Asks #requests #G1 #Bluestreak #Cliffjumper #Bumblebee #Babee #maccadam

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themurphyzone · 3 years

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PatB/BatB AU: Imprisoned

Summary: Pinky tries to rescue his father from a spooky, mysterious castle, only to wind up the prisoner of a terrifying monster. Also the terrifying monster has no fucking idea what he's doing, but Pinky doesn't know that.

AN: Because I desperately want to write a BatB/PatB fic but I don’t want to tackle the entire movie cause this movie is more slow burn than most other Disney Princess stories. I decided to try the scene where Belle first meets the Beast just for curiosity’s sake.

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Pharfignewton’s hooves nervously stirred up dead leaves and twigs as she halted in front of an eerie black gate, its bars crisscrossing over each other as if to prevent anyone from entering…or leaving.

An unfamiliar sense of dread swept over Pinky. The enormous castle beyond the gate loomed, the highest towers piercing the thick, gray clouds above. Still, Pharfignewton’s instincts were never wrong. If she said Papa was somewhere in that large, gloomy castle, then he was going to be in that large, gloomy castle.

Pinky gently flicked the reins, but Pharfignewton didn’t move. A tremble ran down her back.

“It’s okay, Fig,” Pinky whispered. He stroked her mane, and Pharfignewton whinnied softly. “Just think of your favorite things. Like apples, carrots, grassy meadows…”

A gust of wind blew the gate open. It crashed against the unforgiving stone wall.

Pharfignewton leapt back, the sudden move nearly pitching Pinky to the ground, but he clung to several strands of her mane and quickly scrambled into his usual position at the base of her neck.

She trotted across the stone bridge, ears swiveling in every direction.

“P-poit. They oughta change the lock on that thing,” Pinky murmured as the gate slammed shut.

Pharfignewton stumbled against a crack in the stone pathway leading up to the castle’s front door. She couldn’t go any further. The stone would damage her hooves, and they’d need to be in tip-top shape for the ride home.

“Fig, you’ll have to wait here.” Pinky climbed up her mane and onto her long muzzle, petting the soft fur between her eyes. Her head rose indignantly, stamping a hoof against the stone. “You shouldn’t go onto the stone without horseshoes. It’ll ruin your lovely hooves. And don’t worry, Papa and I will be back before you can say sugarcube!”

They couldn’t afford horseshoes for Pharfignewton, which prevented Pinky from riding her as often as he would’ve liked. Pinky’s chest ached from the reminder. Pharfignewton deserved pretty shoes.

She let out a gentle puff of air as she lowered him to the ground, giving him an encouraging nudge.

Pinky slowly approached the heavy doors, a brass gargoyle with bulging eyes serving as a doorknob. But the knob was at human height, not mouse height, so even with a running start and flying leap, he couldn’t reach it.

Then he remembered his manners. Breaking into a haunted, abandoned castle was awfully rude. What if he disturbed some ghosts in whatever ghostly things they did?

“Hello?” Pinky called, pressing an ear to the door as he knocked. “Anyone home?”

Nobody answered, but the door creaked slightly, allowing Pinky enough room to squeeze inside. Pinky bundled Mama’s well-worn traveling cloak around himself, trying not to think of the scolding he might’ve received as a young mouse about breaking and entering into strange places.

But he wasn’t stealing anything. He was just going to find Papa and bring him home. If Mama were alive, she’d understand.

Somehow the castle interior was even colder and draftier than outside. Gargoyles lined the walls, crouching with their wings outstretched, and each one seemed to have their eyes trained on him. The inside was mostly stone, with a wine-red carpet leading from the doorway and splitting into two paths along an enormous staircase.

Torches and lanterns hung along the walls, but they were dim and barely provided light to see by.

Whoever built the castle must’ve had a great love for the Gothic style. Pinky could appreciate dedication to the theme, but he shied away from an eagle-like gargoyle all the same. There were eyes boring into him. He just knew it.

“Hello?” Pinky shouted.

“Hello!”

Pinky grinned. The echo made up for the dreary décor.

“Narf!”

This time, he cupped his hands to his mouth, took a deep breath, and yelled from the top of his lungs.

“FJORD!”

Feeling slightly bolder, Pinky played a quick game of eenie-meenie-miney-mo for the path he’d take, since there were so many of them and he couldn’t choose just one. There were so many rooms. It would take a while to go through them all, so he’d have to chance it.

On the last count of ‘mo’, Pinky’s finger pointed at the rightmost staircase, so he climbed the long flight, his bare feet sinking into the carpet. He hoped the ghosts would forgive him for tracking dirt inside.

Clink clink clink.

Funny. Feet didn’t usually make that kind of noise on carpet.

Probably just the creaking of old metal. This castle had definitely seen better days, judging from the cobwebs that spanned entire corners far above his head.

He reached the top of the staircase. More doors and rooms awaited him down the dark hallway.

Pinky knocked on the nearest door. He heard a splash of water and the sweep of a mop coming from within. A maid, maybe?

They could point him in the right direction!

“Hello? Are you a castle maid? I’m sorry for interrupting your work, but I’m looking for my Papa!” Pinky shouted, pressing an ear against the door. Someone whispered urgently, the exact words too muffled to make out, and the splashing and sweeping noises stopped. “His name is Jack, he’s a little shorter than me, and…oh, he has a big bushy mustache too! He tends to get vegetable bits stuck in it when he eats. Have you seen him?”

No reply.

Pinky’s tail twitched nervously. Maybe the maids really didn’t like having their work interrupted.

“I’m sorry, I’ll…I’ll let you get back to work,” Pinky said. He backed away from the door, the hood of his cloak falling into his eyes.

Clink clink clink.

That noise again. Pinky lifted the hood away from his eyes, and he came face-to-face with a teacup, and he was pretty sure he hadn’t seen any teacups yet. Mostly gargoyles and spooky stuff, really.

The teacup was about his height, with a polished white surface and golden trim around its rim and base. Its handle was a shining red, and its pink base looked almost skirt-like, with a single yellow flower painted on the front.

“Aww, what a cute teacup!” Pinky exclaimed. He’d never seen any teacup like this before. Not even Snowball had something this ornate and pretty. “Wonder who painted you? Whoever it was, they’ve really got a great eye for color!”

He could’ve sworn the teacup’s handle lifted out of pride, but maybe the dim lighting was just playing tricks on him.

“Well, I don’t know how you got here, but I can’t just leave you alone either. What if somebody stepped on you?” Pinky lifted the teacup by the handle and carried it further down the hall. The teacup’s base seemed to twitch every few seconds.

He didn’t know where the kitchen was, but surely there had to be a cabinet or cupboard somewhere around here. He turned left when the path split again, and counted his lucky stars once he spotted a small table up ahead. The higher surface was several feet above his head, but the lower platform was at his shoulder level.

Odd. There was a candelabra and a mantle clock here too. Strange place to store one’s knickknacks, but then again, Pinky kept his rock collection in a tea kettle, so he couldn’t be too judgy.

Pinky set the teacup on the lower platform, sliding it over until it touched the candelabra and clock. The two objects were oddly painted, with black and white markings running throughout their brass bodies. The candelabra’s lower half was painted brown, and the clock’s topmost carvings looked almost like a cap.

Though none of them were similar objects, Pinky thought they fit together quite well.

Curiously, Pinky ran his finger over the decorative carvings on the legs. “Egad, this must be real mahogany!” he said. His fingertips were covered in a thick layer of dust when he pulled away, and he shook it off, sneezing at the small cloud that formed. “Whew, really dusty though.”

“Gesundheit!” a Scouse-accented voice said.

“Narf! Thanks a bunch!” Pinky wiped the remaining dust against the inside lining of his apron. It was going in the wash later, so it didn’t bother him too much.

Only as he climbed another flight of stairs did he realize he hadn’t seen any living being yet. Maybe the castle was just full of polite ghosts.

The carpet beneath his feet was ragged with little holes revealing cold stone underneath, the ceiling arching far above him. The pillars had rough seals over their creeping, winding cracks. There were no gargoyles, no furniture, no rooms at all.

Nothing but dust, cracks, and cobwebs.

It seemed that not even the ghosts used this area much.

“Papa?” Pinky shouted. His echoes answered back, yet there was no sign of Papa.

Wind battered the stone walls, and Pinky’s heart leapt from his chest. He wrapped his cloak around himself, willing his heart to stay where it belonged. For goodness sake, he’d grown up in Paris. If streets full of reeking garbage didn’t scare him, then this shouldn’t either.

Pinky reached a dead end, the path blocked by a barren mass of stone. With a sigh, he turned around. There wasn’t anything here. Maybe he should try the second floor again? There were a lot of rooms he hadn’t checked.

A light flickered around the corner, a bright circle of hope illuminating the unfeeling stone. Pinky hadn’t gone in that direction yet. He hadn’t planned to, but the light skipped and waved, beckoning him closer. And if there was light, that meant somebody was in the castle after all!

“Narf! Excuse me!” Pinky cried, rushing over to the ray of light. “I don’t mean to interrupt your work, but if you could please tell me-“

The light vanished. Pinky pressed his hand to the wall. It was dark and scary in here. That light had been the first sign of life he’d seen in this castle.

A shrill creak startled a ‘troz’ out of him. But it meant someone was moving around, so he followed it until he came to a doorway in the middle of the corridor.

The door was open, so Pinky peered inside.

A winding, narrow staircase led upwards. There was no carpet, only coarse and rough stone. Then the light returned, a shining beacon in the dark.

“There you are,” Pinky whispered, hauling himself onto the first step. These stairs weren’t as smooth as the rest of the castle’s, but years of routine chores had given him enough upper body strength to manage just fine.

Cold seeped into his fur. His teeth chattered, but he pushed forward. Papa needed him.

A candelabra rested on a nearby platform, its three candles burning brightly. It had the same brown base and markings as the candelabra he’d seen downstairs. Funny. He never knew candelabras came in matching sets. But once again, he was alone.

Not even a ghost in sight.

“I could’ve sworn I heard someone…” Pinky sighed. The room in front of him only contained a dimly lit torch and a row of heavy, barred doors. Fire provided the only colors, and it wasn’t enough to chase the cold, damp shadows away. Neither was the thin, colorless light that peeked from the cracks of the foundation above. “Is anyone here?”

A hacking cough came from behind the door nearest to the torch.

“Pinky?” a weak voice murmured.

Pinky’s ears perked as he rushed over to the door. There was a barred window close to the ground, Papa’s face peeking out from between the thick steel pieces. His fur was dirty and wet, eyes wide open with fright. He stared straight through Pinky, gripping the hood of Pinky’s cloak with desperate, clammy hands.

Papa was in a cell.

Pinky bit his lip. How? Papa wasn’t a criminal. Sure, his machines blew up a lot, but that was hardly cause for jail!

“Papa! Are you okay? Did you see any ghosts?” Pinky gently took Papa’s hands in his own, quickly rubbing the pale pink skin to bring some warmth back. “Poit. I guess they weren’t as polite as I thought…”

Papa stammered as Pinky drew him close. The bars were wide enough that Papa could slip through them easily, but as much as Pinky tugged on his arm, Papa refused to budge, heels digging into the cracks underfoot. “He’s…he’s no g-g-ghost, Pinky. Y-you have to go. Save yourself.”

“He? You mean whoever put you in here?” Pinky repeated. Papa’s bushy mustache quivered, the tiny hairs unkempt and matted. He couldn’t speak, his hands freezing in Pinky’s own. They had to get out of here. The sooner Papa warmed up in front of the cottage’s fireplace, the better.

“Food pellets. There are no food pellets here…” Papa murmured. “Your mother made the best food pellets in the world.”

Pinky’s heart clenched at the reminder. “I know. She made the best. We should go now. Please, Papa?”

Later, when they got back to the cottage, he was going to ask exactly why Papa wasn’t at the fair. Why Pharfignewton was unhitched from the wagon and terrified out of her mind. How he’d gotten locked up in the first place.

Papa’s shivers were fiercer than before.

“It’s safe and warm at home. Let’s go…” Pinky whimpered, but Papa’s arms remained glued to the cold, unfeeling bars.

Papa’s mouth opened…

“Run, Pinky!”

A thundering roar shook the entire prison. The floor, walls, and ceiling trembled with a frightened rattle. Pinky clamped his hands against his ears, and Papa tried to do the same, though he was shaking too violently to do it right.

The only light came from above now.

A massive clawed hand clamped painfully around Pinky’s shoulder and yanked him around, the prison briefly becoming nothing more than a dark blur with a swirl of purple.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?”

Pinky blinked the stars out of his vision, pressing his back against Papa, wordlessly urging him to dart to the back corner of the cell for his safety. But Papa tightly gripped Pinky’s shoulders, and Pinky winced as Papa’s fingers dug into a sore spot.

An enormous shadow loomed above them, its shape melting into the darkness. The only features Pinky could see were a pair of sharp, white fangs and the trailing end of a purple cape.

Pinky’s ears flattened, his heart pounding out of his chest. “Who are you?” he called out, trying to keep his voice steady. He had to be brave for Papa.

“The master of this castle.”

Every word was accompanied by a low, animalistic snarl. Pinky caught the gleam of long, twisted horns atop the shadow’s head.

“Please, let Papa out,” Pinky begged. Another growl cut him off, and Pinky’s throat tightened in panic, but he continued to plead his case. His words were useless. He was use-no, not now. He couldn’t afford self-doubt. “It’s cold here. Can’t you see he’s sick?”

“THEN HE SHOULDN’T HAVE TRESPASSED ON MY PROPERTY!”

More cruel white fangs were exposed.

“But he could die!” Pinky pleaded. “Please, I’ll do anything!”

“There’s nothing you can do. He’s my prisoner.”

The shadow moved again, always skirting the edge of the light.

“There must be something…” Pinky murmured. But he had no money or valuables to offer, and trading Pharfignewton when she was a valued member of the family was out of the question. He looked down at his hands…and he had his answer. “Wait!”

Pinky reached for the shadow’s cape, but a bloodshot glare made him stop and think better of it.

Pinky closed his eyes. And he sealed his fate.

“Take me instead.”

The shadow turned away with a scoff.

“YOU!”

Pinky tried not to flinch. He didn’t have much value. He could keep house, but that was hardly a unique skill in the village. But he had no other material besides his clothes and fur.

“You would…take his place?” The harsh tone and growl vanished. The shadow’s deep, guttural voice sounded more confused than furious, as if he hadn’t expected such a trade.

And why should he?

Even so, Pinky had to push forward. There was no turning back now. “If I did,” Pinky said, just wanting to make sure before he agreed to anything. “Would you let him go?”

“Pinky, you don’t know what you’re doing!” Papa hissed.

I’m saving you. That’s what I’m doing.

Complete silence. Pinky bit his lip. Finally, the shadow spoke. “Yes,” the shadow drawled the word softly. “But…you must promise to remain here for the rest of your life.”

Pinky gripped the folds of his dress.

Rest of my life?

Would he ever see Papa again? Pharfignewton? The little cottage in the countryside?

Trade everything to be trapped with this shadow?

A shadow had to belong to somebody…

“I’d like to know who I’m speaking with,” Pinky said. “Would you come into the light, please?”

For a moment, there was nothing but an anxious growl. Then a pink, hairless foot slid into the colorless light.

A human?

Couldn’t be. The feet were tipped with sharp claws, and the heels lifted off the ground. Nor did they look like they belonged to any sort of rodent Pinky had ever met.

A pair of ragged black trousers. A long, crooked tail with many sharp bends. Grayish-brown fur over a large chest and pudgy stomach halfway covered by the purple cape. Arms that were far too thick, long, and coarse for even the largest rat.

The shadow slowly raised his head, curved black horns adding to his already intimidating height. Large, rounded ears. A broad, wide face with sagging cheeks and thick, furrowed brows.

But what struck Pinky the most was the creature’s unreadable expression. Though he was obviously angry, it was impossible to tell if those narrowed pink eyes were glaring at him with disgust or hatred. Despite the light, the eyes were partially hidden by dark patches of fur. He was silent, but a pair of fangs were still exposed.

Placing the species was impossible. He seemed to be many animals at once.

“Narf,” Pinky whispered.

The monster’s brows lifted in surprise, and if Papa weren’t locked away right now, it might’ve been comical.

Pinky turned away, unable to brave through the staredown, but he felt the monster’s gaze boring into his back.

“I won’t let you do this!” Papa cried out.

But he had to. For Papa’s freedom.

Pinky lifted his head. He stood up, gently sliding Papa’s hand off his shoulder. He let the touch linger for as long as possible and gave his Papa one last smile before turning around.

The monster was hunched over, one clawed hand resting on the ground. It wasn’t a bow of courtesy, but he seemed to have trouble with his balance. He growled in warning, as if challenging Pinky to say something about his position.

Pinky approached slowly, each step echoing in his ear. The monster didn’t move. When their faces were just inches apart, Pinky closed his eyes.

“I promise,” Pinky said. He stuck out his hand to shake on it, because that’s what people did when they wanted to set their deals in stone.

“DONE!”

The monster snarled and shoved past Pinky. Unable to keep standing much longer, Pinky dropped to his knees and wept, unable to hold back his tears anymore.

He wouldn’t see the light of day again. Trapped forever with a monster in this lonely, dark place.

There was a squeak and the sound of frantic scampering behind him, and Pinky opened his eyes to see Papa’s desperate face, pleading with him to reconsider. “Pinky, listen to me! I’m old, but you have so much to-“ Papa’s words cut off as the monster dragged him off Pinky, lumbering towards the stairs on all fours with a hand clenched around Papa’s cloak.

“Wait!” Pinky shouted.

But the monster didn’t care. He and Papa disappeared down the stairs, their pleas for mercy falling on deaf ears.

He never got to say goodbye.

o-o-o-o-o

Papa was thrown into a carriage that moved on spindly, wooden legs and carried across the stone bridge. The carriage disappeared into the forest, Papa’s cries fading away.

Pinky clung to the barred window that was several feet off the ground and several stories high. It didn’t allow him a wide view, and he wasn’t sure where Pharfignewton was. Still looking for grass to eat, he hoped.

He slid to the floor of the cell, huddling underneath the window in a tight ball. His tail was always a source of comfort for him, and he twisted and wrung it in his hands. The sun started to go down, and he imagined how beautiful it would’ve looked from the sweeping grassy hills just outside the cottage.

Beautiful rolling clouds. His cozy bed in the upstairs loft. The sound of Papa tinkering on a machine as a vegetable broth brewed over the stove.

The door slammed against the wall, and the crash startled Pinky out of his fantasies.

It was the monster.

Something inside Pinky snapped. Now he was angry, and angry was a feeling he didn’t like, but this…this cruel excuse of a…whatever he was stole his freedom and his Papa.

“You didn’t let me say goodbye!” Pinky screamed. “Now I’ll never see him…I-I’ll never see him again.”

He expected the monster to roar in defiance or deny the truth, but he did neither. He only leaned heavily against the doorframe in complete silence. His ears dropped, and something akin to remorse flashed across his face.

But that new emotion quickly disappeared. “Come,” the monster said, dropping to all fours. “I’ll show you to your room.”

New room? It was such a sudden offer that Pinky forgot his anger completely. So he wouldn’t have to live among old chains and damp stone?

“I thought-“

The monster arched an eyebrow, a dangerous edge creeping into his voice. “Unless you’d prefer these accommodations?”

Pinky shook his head.

“Then follow.”

His captor crossed the room without pausing, and Pinky realized he’d never asked for a name. If he was going to live here for the rest of his life, he wanted to at least have a name.

“Hold on,” Pinky said. “I never got your name.”

The monster’s hand hit the floor with a resounding thud. “Call me the Beast,” he growled. Pinky stepped back in surprise, but the mon—the Beast didn’t turn around. “And don’t ever ask again.”

There was a tinge of bitterness in his tone, as if he hated his requested name. But that didn’t make sense. Why call himself a name he hated?

“Poit. Well, my name’s Pinky so-“

The Beast was halfway down the stairs already. Pinky folded his arms. Well, that was very rude. His captor didn’t have manners at all!

Pinky hurried after him. The Beast didn’t turn around. He was a very poor conversationalist.

Another candelabra stood just outside the door to the spooky hallway. It hadn’t been there earlier. “You really shouldn’t put your nice decorations on floors. What if someone stepped on them?” Pinky said.

“So we’ve got an interior designer for a long-term guest?” the candelabra asked. “Now we can finally replace the doom and gloom with something different! Maybe an indoor jungle with monkeys!”

The candelabra could talk! That was pretty cool!

His waxy face was eye level with Pinky. His grin was a little lopsided, his candleholders folding against his gold and brown body with an easy, light confidence.

“Yakko, this castle can’t possibly tolerate more monkeys, nor does it require the aesthetic of a jungle to be one,” the Beast huffed. He still sounded irritated, but less so. “And while we’re on that topic, Wakko and Dot need a reminder to not engage with outsiders. Where are they?”

“A real spoilsport, isn’t he?” Yakko whispered to Pinky.

Pinky giggled, and Yakko’s grin became wider. Alright, so not everybody in this big scary castle was a mean ol’ grump. It was good to know.

“Oh, they’re just telling Scratchy the news,” Yakko shrugged. “He’s a real couch potato these days. Anyway, maybe you oughta tie a string around your finger, cause you’re clearly forgetting something.”

He waved a flame like one would wave a finger to scold.

“But I patched the leaking roof,” the Beast said. “My work was thorough.”

Yakko coughed and pointed a flame at Pinky.

The Beast only stared. Then his pink eyes widened as whatever he’d forgotten finally dawned on him.

“Mouse.”

“Where?” Pinky whirled around.

Oh, right. He was a mouse. Silly him.

The Beast growled, like he didn’t know what to think of Pinky. Well, neither did Pinky know what to think of him. So there.

“You owe Yakko for your new room. Let’s go. We’re wasting time.”

With that, the Beast stalked off.

“So…thanks for the room, I think. Poit. Is he always like this?” Pinky asked. He kicked at a speck of dust.

Yakko gave Pinky an encouraging nudge with his candlestick holders. “The Master of the Castle he may be, the Master of First Impressions he is not. If his rawwwwr-fear-me shtick gets to be too much, say the word and I’ll set his cape on fire for ya.”

“Is that a good idea?” Pinky asked. Despite his worries, he couldn’t help but laugh at Yakko’s attempt at roaring.

Yakko nodded, or as much as one could nod when one’s head was a wax candle. “It’s amazing what you can get away with in this place.”

o-o-o-o-o

Pinky was led down to the second floor, into a corridor with the most frightening gargoyles he’d ever seen. But he had to be a good guest, right? Good guests knew the names of every gargoyle, as Yakko was trying to teach him.

He tried so hard to pay attention, but he wouldn’t be able to remember which one was Hugo or Goliath or Laverne or Brooklyn. Yakko didn’t seem like the type to hold it against him though. He talked a lot and knew a lot of things Pinky didn’t know, explaining things like he was used to explaining things.

He seemed awfully young though.

Ahead of them, the Beast lumbered with a heavy gait. His strides were long and lacked the lightness of a rodent’s steps. Though he’d locked Papa up, he seemed more awkward than scary now.

Papa.

Was he home now? Would he be alright? There were chickens to feed and cows to milk. He hoped Papa wouldn’t put his noisy milking machine on Moo-Moo. She didn’t like that.

A tear ran down his cheek, then another. Pinky clutched his tail, staring down at the floor to avoid all the glaring stone eyes on him.

Yakko’s hopping sped up, the brass sounds muffled by the carpet.

There was the smell of slightly singed fur, followed by an irritated grunt. Pinky realized the Beast was watching him from the corner of his eye. A tiny cloud of smoke trailed from his right elbow.

“You can…make yourself at home,” the Beast said, brushing off the tiny fire. “As your new residence, you have free reign of the castle and the surrounding property. You may go anywhere but the West Wing.”

The West Wing?

“What’s in the-“

“IT’S FORBIDDEN!” the Beast bellowed, his massive hand slamming into the carpet and leaving long clawmarks behind. Pinky flinched.

The Beast kept walking. Yakko filled in the silence with chatter.

To Pinky’s relief, his room wasn’t far.

The Beast opened the enormous door, which led to a bedroom that was twice as large as the cottage.

The cottage was home. Not here. Yakko meant well, but this would never truly be Pinky’s room.

“My servants will attend to your needs,” the Beast said. There was nothing harsh about his words this time, but servants? Pinky didn’t know if he could get used to that. Nor had he seen any servants around. Was Yakko a servant? He never asked for his job title.

“Don’t worry! The toilet’s not alive. None of them are,” Yakko added.

It was probably meant to be helpful, so Pinky did his best to smile at him, but he could only manage a weak nod.

Then Pinky noticed the giant bed, with thick comforters and a dozen pillows and velvet curtains around the edges. Though fancy and straight out of a fairy tale, it wasn’t his tiny bed tucked in a cozy corner. Meekly, he stepped inside.

“Psst! Invite him to dinner, Romeo!” Yakko hissed.

“I order you to…join me for dinner,” the Beast demanded. “THAT’S NOT A REQUEST!”

The door slammed, and Pinky was once again left in darkness.

This wasn’t home. It was dark and cold. Homes were cozy and happy and loving. No walls, no prisons, no locks and keys to be thrown away.

Home was elsewhere. His heart was elsewhere.

Pinky curled up on an unfamiliar pillow. His heart was broken, his chest ached, and there was a deep longing within him. For Mama’s laughter. For Papa’s joy. For the hills and the meadows and the open blue skies.

His tears flowed. They were many and endless. He felt they would never stop. He’d cry for the rest of his life, for as long as this exile from the world beyond took.

Outside his window, the first snowflakes began to fall. They marked the start of a very long, very cold winter.

AN: Let it be known that this AU is the only place, besides maybe anything involving Brain Meets Brawn, where Brain’s size can be described as intimidating. I want him to be, you know, like an actual monster and not just a big mouse with horns. Don’t get me wrong, tiny beast!Brain is cute, but that would just be more comical than dramatic if I tried to play it as such a serious moment.

For my personal Beast!Brain, I combined elements from @deez-art and @sleepy-hooves art. Deez for the overall look, and the way he glares at Pinky during the “come into the light” part comes from sleepy-hooves.

In this AU, rather than appearance, Brain fears the loss of control the most. He knows his mind is dwindling away unless he can break the curse. Unlike Disney’s Beast, he’s a bit more proactive with trying to break the curse and tries to keep busy instead of brooding in the West Wing all the time, though some tasks can be very difficult for him.

Yakko is the candelabra, Wakko is the mantle clock, and Dot is the teacup. You’ll have to excuse them for following Pinky around. They’re curious kiddos.

Yakko calling Scratchy a couch potato is literal. Scratchy was turned into a p-sychiatrist’s couch.

No matter what happens, Brain always has a soft spot for the Warners. The Warners aren’t scared of him and will snap back.

Poor Pinky gets put through the wringer. But y’all know the story. Eventually they fall in love and get their happily ever after.

#pinky and the brain #beauty and the beast au #disney au #i'm sorry pinky #patb fanfiction

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Strictly Business // Jason Todd

Chapter 1 - Reunion

Warnings: Language, Sexual Themes

Master List

An annoyed puff of air escaped Jason’s lips as he stared at the man struggling beneath his boot. Of course the place he needed to go was exactly where he didn’t want to. After a moment of debating through his annoyance, Jason decided to just knock the man unconscious instead of killing him, this time. He adjusted his signature leather jacket before walking off, slinging his phone out of the pocket as he did so. After getting himself to a safe area he removed his helmet and brought his phone to his ear, calling someone he hadn’t spoken to for too long.

“Jason, long time no talk. What do you need?” The voice was surrounded by city noise as it came through the phone speaker.

“Your help, I’ll be there in 40 minutes, be ready to go” he answered before hanging up and jumping off of the rooftop he sat on.

*********

“What’s with the elusivity Jason? We are brothers you know” Jason spun his head around to see Dick walking toward him, fully costumed as he was asked to be. The man smiled at him before pulling him in for a reluctant hug. Jason grunted, hugging him back loosely.

“The fox, what’ve you heard about her recently?” Jason asked, wanting to get this over with as soon as possible. Dick’s eyebrows raised as a smirk appeared on his face.

“Oh, so she’s the reason you’re in town then?” He ask suggestively, waggling his eyebrows at the Red Hood who only shook his head in return.

“It’s not like that man, you know that” He fired back, placing himself down to sit on the ledge of the building. Nightwing strode over to him, plopping down next to him with a sigh.

“I know, but I really want it to be” He replied, earning him a firm punch on the shoulder from the slightly younger man. “Anyway, what do you need her for then?”

“I heard from a lot of people that she knows where Sionis is, I’m not gonna let him get away this time” Jason answered gruffly. “So do you know where she is or not?”

“Has anyone ever told you that you’re quite brash?” Dick asked in a mock British accent, making both of them chuckle slightly. “And yes I know where she is”

“I believe the verbatim of it was, ‘You know, you’re quite brash master Jason’” Both boys laughed again before standing up to get back to work for the night.

*************

Jason could feel his heart thump to the bass of the loud song blaring through the nightclub. He crinkled his nose slightly annoyed by just how loud it was. Now Jason’s never opposed to partying, but He couldn’t hear anything, not even the voice of Dick despite being right next to him. The two vigilantes strolled through the crowded club anyway, both in search of you. It was Dick who finally spotted you after about fifteen minutes of searching.

Though it wasn’t audible from this distance, Jason could tell you laughed at something. Based on the way you threw your head back slightly and a bright smile adorned your face it was easy to tell. Jason felt that dreadful rush of warmth he got whenever you smiled, wash over him, and he mentally groaned.

The two boys started weaving their way through the crowd of loud, drunk party goers in their pursuit of you. You had no idea of the two guys hot on your trail as you started walking in the same direction towards the bar.

Jason let out a grunt as he sped up to grab you by the wrist. You stared down at the hand holding your wrist rather tightly and spun around quickly, going to hit the man with your now free hand, dropping your drink to do so. Thankfully, Jason had a feeling you’d swing if a stranger grabbed you so he ducked to avoid your surprisingly powerful swing. He was quickly met with your foot flying towards his face. Jason couldn’t describe how thankful for his reflexes he was in that moment as he caught your ankle and pushed your leg back to the ground. He held both of your wrists in one hand behind your back as you faced away from him with an annoyed look on your face.

“Now that’s no way to treat your favorite vigilante” Jason’s voice rasped softly in your ear. You knew it was him because you had to fight the shiver that threatened to run down your spine at the sound of his voice. Of course, you had to tease him in response.

“Dick?” Your voice asked loudly, though Jason still had to strain his ears to hear you. He rolled his eyes and his jaw involuntarily tightened when he realized his brother’s name is the one that fell from your lips. “I’m kidding Jay, I know it’s you” you commented cooly, slipping your wrists from his loosening grasp to turn and face him. “To whom do I owe the pleasure?”

“Sionis, let’s talk outside” he replied, sending a nod in the direction of Dick who was a few feet away. Dick nodded back, giving Jason a two fingered salute before disappearing into the crowd. Jason softly placed a hand on the small of your back before leading you out the door.

Once outside, Jason quickly wrapped an arm around your waist and grappled to the safety of a rooftop. The cool gust of air that rushed over your body sent a chill running across your mostly bare skin, the thin material of the dress you had on wasn’t helping. Your hands went to your arms, trying to get a little friction to keep them warm. Who knew Blüdhaven was so cold in the middle of fall?

Jason noticed and slipped his leather jacket from his shoulders and tossed it to you. You gave him a small thin lipped smile as you slipped the large coat on.

“Sionis is holding a gala and you’ve got a vip invitation, why?” He asked, staring over at you. His eyes raked up and down your frame wearing his jacket, a rush of warmth threatened it’s way to his cheeks, dusting them a soft pink color. An annoyed grunt left your lips as you crossed your arms and turned your head to the side.

“The pig has been trying to get with me for months and he can’t seem to take a hint. I wasn’t going to go to the gala” you answered honestly. There was no point in lying to Jason, he somehow seemed to always know you were. Jason tensed slightly at the thought of Black Mask trying to get with you. He mentally slapped himself in the face as a way of saying ‘snap out of it’.

“Well you are now, and I’m going as your plus one” Jason stated matter of factly. You raised you eyebrows, a small smirk working it’s way to your mouth.

“I guess that’s one way to ask a girl out” you teased, your smirk widening as his eyes rolled. He shoved his hands into his pants pockets and chewed on his lower lip for a second before responding.

“Sorry doll, but this is strictly business” he commented. It was your turn to roll your eyes as you took a step towards him. You opened your mouth to speak but he beat you to it. “We’re going to your apartment for you to grab clothes then we’re going back to Gotham”

“So bossy, I like it” you gave him a sly wink before slinking past him, leaping over to the next rooftop. “Well, are you coming? It was your idea after all” you called before running off toward the direction of your apartment. Jason let out a sigh before chasing after you.

**********

“Remind me why were at this little hotel in the middle of the city” you asked Jason, trailing behind him while carrying a duffel bag. He only shook his head in response and kept walking toward the front desk. “Or don’t answer me, that’s fine too I guess” you huffed, the slight heels on your shoes clacking loudly against the tile floor of the lobby. It was becoming a struggle to keep up with Jason while also walking at a leisurely pace.

“You and I are staying here until the gala because I have to watch you so you don’t run away” he grumbled, trying his hardest not to look at you still wearing his leather jacket. He knew that if he looked at you he would just become a blushing mess and he needed to keep his composure. He abruptly stopped at the desk in front of what looked to be the only person working that night. Since you weren’t expecting him to stop walking, you crashed right into his back.

“Um hello? Could you warn some people before you just stop in the middle of your brisk walk?” You scoffed, backing up from him and walking to his other side.

“I need a room, two queen beds” he told the young man at the desk. He nodded and typed in some stuff on his computer. Jason refused to look at you even when you tried to get his attention. You let out an annoyed scoff and shook your head, crossing your arms sassily.

“I’m sorry sir, but we unfortunately only have single kings left” the boy behind the desk said. Jason let out an audible groan and glanced around the bustling lobby. “Would you like one of those?” He asked after Jason didn’t respond for a few minutes. Finally after his five minutes of ignoring you, he glanced over at you before heaving a heavy sigh.

“No, thank you” he replied quietly before grabbing your wrist and pulling you out of the hotel. Your eyebrows furrowed as he got back onto his bike and motioned for you to do the same.

“I thought you had to babysit me?” You asked, tilting your head to the side. There was a slight tinge of annoyance in your voice, both at him and at the fact that he had to watch you so you didn’t run off. Of course if he hadn’t been so insistent, you probably would’ve run off, but the complete lack of trust hurt a little bit. To be fair you’ve given him no reason to trust you, but still.

“If I have to share a bed with you anyway then we’re just going back to the manor” he explained, patting the seat behind him again. You nodded, slightly confused but you complied.

It was a fairly short ride to Wayne manor, considering the speed demon that Jason is. After parking his bike in the bat cave, he grabbed your hand to help you slide off the back. He took your bag for you and went to the area where everyone’s suits are held. Most spots were empty since it was still prime patrolling time, the only ones that were still there was Red Robin’s, which was Tim’s, and Robin’s, Damien’s suit.

“So you gonna explain to me why the fuck your mood switched like that?” You asked with a snap of your fingers when you said ‘like that’. He shook his head in response, making you grumble. “Ok then” after a few moments of awkward silence, he spoke up.

“You can put your suit in that one” he pointed to an empty one at the end of the row of cases. You nodded and stepped toward it. Glancing it up and down you noticed the name plate at the top: Catwoman. Your eyebrows shot up as you looked at Jason, the name of your old mentor surprising you a little bit.

“I never knew her and Bruce’s relationship was ever that serious” you commented, reaching a hand up to run your thumb across the engraved nameplate. Jason looked over at you, who was staring in slight astonishment at the case. He was already shirtless, changing out of his nightly attire into more comfortable clothes.

“It was for a little bit, until she went back to thieving again” he stated, kicking his boots of and tossing them lazily into his case. A soft puff of air left you as you looked at the ground.

“Yeah, once you get into this life it’s hard to stop” you mumbled, which you thought he couldn’t hear but of course he did. You shook your head and turned away from the case, slipping his leather jacket off your shoulders as you did so. “Here, thank you for letting me wear it” you said, holding it out for him to take.

“Yeah, no problem” he replied quietly, taking it and hanging it up quickly. “So, what makes it hard to stop stealing things?” He asked curiously, your previous statement lingering in his head.

“O-oh” your cheeks turned a little pink when you turned back to face him and he was stripped down to his boxers. “Um, you just get into a bunch of debt with different people who helped you out and then you end up having to steal to pay it off. At least that’s why I’m still here, I don’t know about Selina but I know I’m stuck like this for a while” you explained, looking everywhere around the cold bat cave except for at him. He slipped a pair of black joggers over his muscular legs, listening thoughtfully as you spoke.

“Who exactly are you in debt to?” He asked, watching as you unpacked your stuff and hung it up in the case.

“Some things in our relationship have to stay a secret Jay, things wouldn’t be interesting otherwise” you replied, patting his chest as you walked past him to the elevator up to the manor. He stood there for a moment, in thought, before jogging towards the elevator doors. His large form slid into the small elevator. Standing next to him made you feel so small, he towered over you easily with his 6’4 self.

“Trust me doll, things would stay interesting” his normal annoyingly sexy smirk returned to his face as he took a step toward you. His actions threw you off a little bit, especially since he was being so cold just a few minutes ago. Since you were off your game slightly, when the elevator jolted upward before getting into it’s steady rise, you stumbled, back hitting the side of the elevator. Jason took advantage of this to trap you there, putting a hand on each side of your head and standing awfully close.

“Oh my god, are you fucking bipolar? If not then you’ve got so damn extreme mood swings” you muttered, looking up at him. He stared down at you intensely before shaking his head and backing away, rubbing his eyes harshly.

“Sorry, I know it’s been a while but I swear my one dip in the pit still fucks with my head. I was an ass at the hotel” he stated, not completely lying but not telling the whole truth. He sucked in a small breath before looking back at you who nodded understandingly.

“It’s fine, I get that. Maybe try to explain that a little earlier on next time? Not when you’re trying to get a little something in an elevator” you suggested teasingly, poking his large bicep with a small smile on your face.

“I’ll keep that in mind” he laughed lightly. The two of you stepped out of the elevator and Jason led you through the hallways of the large Manor.

“Ah, Hello miss (y/n)” Alfred’s kind voice said as you entered the large living room. You smiled brightly at him, giving him a wave.

“(L/n)’s here?” You heard Damien ask confusedly, turning around on the couch to look for you. Tim nodded from next to him and turned around as well.

“Hi (Y/n)” he gave you a soft smile and a wave before turning back around. Jason’s eyebrows furrowed at the casual interactions that were happening between you and his family. “Didn’t you hear her come in Damien?”

“No, of course not. How could I? Her footsteps are practically silent” he defended, scowling at his older brother.

“In those heels? I think you need to train your ears a bit more” Tim shrugged, taking a sip from the coffee mug in his hands. Damien glanced at your shoes, which were indeed heels, and grunted, settling back into his spot.

“My ears are just fine Drake” he grumbled, crossing his arms over his chest sassily. A small laugh escaped your lips at the young male.

“Clearly” Tim rolled his eyes.

“Come on (Y/n), my room’s this way” Jason said, putting his hand on the small of your back to start leading you toward a grand staircase.

“I know where your room is Jay” you smirked, patting him on the shoulder before starting your way down the familiar hallway.

“Yeah, she knows where your room is Jay” Tim teased, making Jason flip him off before he followed after you.

Your heels clacked quietly on the marble stairs as you jogged up them, never learning how to take stairs slowly nor carefully. When you reached the top of the very large, very grand staircase, you lifted up your feet one at a time to pull off the wretched shoes. You smiled slightly at the relief of the cold floor on your blistering feet and continued down the hall. Jason watched the whole ordeal, shaking his head but a small involuntary smile coming onto his lips.

The dark wooden door to his bedroom creaked slightly as you pushed it open. His bedroom, like the rest of the house, was very grand. A large king sized bed with a dark wood frame sat with the headboard against the left wall, a nightstand of the same wood on each side of it. The plush white sheets and comforter contrasted the wood very nicely, giving it a clean and sleek look. There was a desk and a few book shelves in the far corner of the room, and of course an attached bathroom that would rival the master bathroom in a million dollar home. To add his own little touch, there were accents of red almost anywhere Jason could fit them and still manage to make it look good. At the very back in the center a double sliding glass door, currently covered by floor length red curtains, led to a large balcony.

“So how exactly did you know where my room was?” Jason asked you, striding over to his bed and sitting on the edge. “I don’t recall ever bringing you here” he added, glancing you up and down slowly before locking eyes with you.

“Oh you haven’t, but you should make it a habit to lock your balcony doors. Wouldn’t want any thieves coming in would we?” You smirked, walking around to the other side of the bed and tossing your bag on the floor. He opened his mouth to speak but shut it again for a moment.

Jason then abruptly stood to his feet, walking over to the balcony doors. He pushed the curtain aside slightly and clicked the lock shut, giving you a small glare. You let a giggle escape your mouth before grabbing some clothes from your bag and walking off to his bathroom.

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