#random jack o lantern person

[melodylyricx]

Recreyo art dump lol

#recreyo #curt richy #cypherden #cypher den #Recreyo Batman au???? #Yk based on the batman ep lol #random jack o lantern person #hehe Den Hood having an existential crisis :) #why is existential so hard to spell?? 😭 #i had to use word search or auto correct or whatev :/

[midnightbutterfly13]

🎶 𝕴𝖙'𝖘 𝖇𝖊𝖌𝖎𝖓𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖙𝖔 𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖐 𝖆 𝖑𝖔𝖙 𝖑𝖎𝖐𝖊 𝕳𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖔𝖜𝖊𝖊𝖓!🎵

Found some cool nail stuff at Walgreens.

#halloween #goth #random #personal #ghosts #pumpkin #jack o lantern #gothgoth #spooky #halloween 2022

[visualbutterflysworld]

Drunk Vinnie | Vhackerr

Warning: vinnie being drunk and clingy

might make a part 2. idk

“I need to text my girl. I want my girl.” Vinnie whined as he leaned onto Jack. “She’s right there Vin.” Jack laughed as he pointed to you, who was preoccupied by ordering a Uber. “That’s….that’s not her! I’m texting Y/n right now.” Vinnie huffed before pulling out his phone. He pulled in his bottom lip. He squinted his eyes trying to successfully type correctly.

In his mind he thought he texted, baby where are you? I miss you!

Instead he actually texted, “biby here ure uuuu( iiiii muss youuu &&”

You chuckled as you read the text before going back to what you were doing. “Why won’t she text me back!? DID SHE DIE?! JACK CALL THE COPS!” Vinnie yelled when he did see those three bubbles pop up. “Vinnie, stop yelling.” You rubbed his arm, trying to sooth him. “No! Who are even you?! I have a girlfriend, lady!” Vinnie quickly gave you a dirty look.

“I am your girlfriend, Vinnie.” You laughed. “No! You don’t look like my Y/n. My pretty Y/n. Where’s my pretty Y/n?” Vinnie’s bottom lip begins to tremble. “Okay, Vinnie, let’s get you home.” You say, “Jack. Help? Uber’s here.” Jack nods before you and him put Vinnie’s arm over your shoulders.

“Y/n! I love Y/n so much! She’s so pretty!” Vinnie yells as you guys walk outside. “Vinnie, shhh.” Jack said. “Jack-o’-lantern, you just don’t understand.” Vinnie lays his head on Jack’s shoulder. “Yeah, man. Here. In you go.” Jack shakes his head before helping you put vinnie in the car.

After a short 15 minute drive you guys are back at your house, knowing Vinnie will be too loud for his apartment. “Honey! I’m home!” Vinnie yells as he stumbles into the house. You shake your head before shutting the door and locking it. “Do you want some water?” You ask. “Yeah, that sounds great random person. Hey, this place looks at lot like my girlfriend’s house?” Vinnie scans the room.

You quickly dash and get him some water. Once he’s handed the glass, the water is gone in a matter of seconds. “Let’s get you to bed.” You say before grabbing his hand. “Okay, but nothing is happening between us! No funny business lady or I’ll tell Y/n!” Vinnie tells you. It was honestly so cute, seeing Vin miss you even though you were there.

Once you reach the bedroom, Vinnie wastes no time collapsing on the bed. “Mm. So comfy.” A happy lazy smile on his face. You take his shoes off and his socks knowing he hates sleeping with his socks on. “Y/n is the best. Do you have a Y/n?” Vinnie asked as you unbuckled his belt. “Sorta. Expect he’s a guy.” You say before pulling his pants down and throwing them somewhere. “That’s good. What’s his name?” Vinnie ask as you pull him to sit up. “Arms up.” You say.

Vinnie puts him arms up and strikes a pose while doing so. You laugh softly before pulling it off as well. Sober vinnie would thank you because he gets hot to easily in his sleep. “The guy! His name!” Vinnie says before falling back. You don’t know how but he somehow knew he wasn’t under the covers so he quickly places himself underneath.

“Vinnie. His name is Vinnie.” You say before grabbing a t shirt to sleep in. “What!? That’s my name! My name is Vinnie!” Vinnie yells. “I know that, Vin.” You quickly toss your hair in a low bun before sliding in bed. “I never asked but, what’s your name?” Vinnie says. “It’s y/n.” You laugh before moving a piece of hair out his face. Vinnie’s face scrunched before his eyes went wide.

“Wait a minute! You’re Y/n! My Y/n! Oh my God! When did you get here baby?!” Vinnie quickly rushes into your arms. You laugh, “I’ve been here the whole time Vin.” “Nuh uh! That other lady was here! I swear.” Vinnie nuzzles his head in your neck. You lay back so that you can both rest comfortably. “Whatever you say, Vin.” You message his head.

“I love you Y/n. Promise to never leave me like that again?” You smile before slowly closing your eyes. “I love you too. I promise to never leave you again.” You feel Vinnie smile and it isn’t long before the both of you are passed out into a bliss.

#vincent hacker #vinnie hacker #vhackerr #bwwm couples #bwwmromance #oneshot #love #lovers #vinnie hacker x reader

[still-not-over-transformers]

@kitgirl91 Request

I lost the original request message but I had a screeenshot :3

Ain’t I Good to You?

(TFA Blitzwing x Female Human Reader)

Warnings: None other than intense simping :3

Word Count: ... 2400+ (I got a tad carried away)

Lingo: “Cher” (pronounced ‘sha’) = Cajun term of affection/endearment 

To those unfamiliar, Blitzwing’s 3 personalities are known as Icy, Hothead, & Random

Art courtesy of my beloved requester: @kitgirl91 BEHOLD THE TALENT

Inspiration for this request: The Mask Soundtrack - Susan Boyd - Gee Baby, Ain't I Good To You

The Decepticons had been promptly defeated at the hands of the Autobots, and brought back to Cybertron. Blitzwing was one of said Decepticons to be humiliated by being paraded through the streets of Cybertron as prisoners. But the Triple-changer would shortly make his escape and give the guard the slip, stealing a small ship and setting course for the only planet he knew had no Autobot activity anymore: Earth. 

After entering stasis, a few months later Blitzwing would awaken after crash landing on Earth. This time however, Blitzwing would find himself not in New Detroit, but in good old New Orleans, Louisiana. The Decepticon didn’t want to attract too much attention to himself, and immediately searched for a place to hide, and or blend in with. As he still retained his Earth-based alt-modes as a jet or tank, he chose to sneak into a nearby river-side Air Force base. He transformed into his jet-mode as he tried to brainstorm a plan. He would remain there for a few months, having little idea on how to proceed further, and he went into a deep stasis nap. Blitzwing would be slowly awakened one Saturday night to music and an upbeat yet hauntingly beautiful voice. Blitzwing transformed to see a riverboat slowly cruising down the bayou, warm lights illuminating the water as upbeat music echoed across the river, and a sensual and hypnotic voice filled the night. It was a new experience for the Decepticon, and for the first time Blitzwing was silent and listened until the music and that voice faded into the distance. 

The following week was uneventful as usual, Blitzwing growing evermore displeased that he lacked a plan. As the afternoon sun sailed across the sky, Blitzwing took note of a female human making their way through the airbase. This human caught his eye, as she was not dressed in the usual military uniforms of the soldiers or mechanics. Being in the back area of the base, and being utterly bored out of his mind, Blitzwing decided to have a bit of fun. 

You made your way through an array of various military vehicles and aircrafts, all stunning and huge, dwarfing you easily. The air was growing cooler as an Autumn breeze blew through, making you clutch tighter at your coat. A loud clang rang out to the side and you struggled to see anyone through a lineup of various fighter jets and helicopters. Curiosity got the better of you and you stepped to the side to investigate, “Hello?” A rather large fighter jet was before you, but something was off about it as its coloring did not match any of the other similar models. 

Suddenly the jet moved swiftly, lifting upright before transforming completely into a massive winged tan robot. Its face spun around rapidly, settling on a cool bluish face with a red optic and one monocle-like optic, staring down at you expectantly. Despite the shock, you just stood there calmly looking at him. 

Blitzwing’s gaze was fixed upon you, raising an optic ridge in curiosity, “You are not afraid, human? How curious you’ve no concern for your own life.” Again, his faceplate spins violently, revealing the black faceplate and scarlet red crazed jack-o-lantern optics and mouth of Random. He cackles in an excited and mildly psychotic tone, “This human is crazy! I like crazy…” Round and round Blitzwing’s faceplate spins, now revealing Hothead, his bright red faceplate and optics glaring down at you. He aggressively moves towards you, his optics obscured by a visor, but the angry expression on his face was easily readable, “Are you working with ze Autobots, human?! That’s why you aren’t cowering in fear, isn’t it!?” 

You raise your hands up in a gesture of innocence, hoping to convince the massive robot before you you weren’t any threat, “I have no idea what an ‘Autobot’ is. I’m not really sure what you are to be honest.”

“Why then are you not frightened of me? Do I look like I’d want to be friends with ze likes of you?” Icy said calmly, although in his mind he was genuinely intrigued by the fearless organic before him. Blitzwing’s face spun again, “OOOOOH Maybe we can make friendship bracelets!” Hothead took over and again, he spoke aggressively towards you, “What is a puny human like you even doing walking around in a military airbase?!”

You paused before explaining yourself, “Oh, well I was finishing up details regarding an upcoming job. Going to perform next month here to boost morale for the troops. Had to sign a bit of paperwork regarding my pay.”

The calm Icy took over and raised an optic ridge curiously, “Vat kind of performance?”

“I’m a Jazz singer. Not sure if you’d know what Jazz is, or music… but it’s my profession and most importantly my passion. I’m finally booking more gigs, last weekend was my first time performing on a riverboat. It was magical if I’m honest,” you spoke candidly, finding Blitzwing’s accent to be slightly adorable. 

“Vait…” Icy glances over at the nearby river on the other side of the river-side airbase, “Zat was your voice I heard?”

You were taken aback, “You heard me? How long have you been hiding in this airbase?”

“...Long enough. Ze music was… acceptable. And your voice… wasn’t displeasing” Icy said slowly, perhaps giving you a hesitant compliment. 

You smiled slightly, finding this strange giant robot to be rather endearing. “You know I will be performing this evening at “The Cat’s Meow” Jazz Club. It’s an outdoor venue, so you’re welcome to come if you’d like.” You extend your hand towards Blitzwing, a silver ticket stub in your grasp. 

Icy took a pause, considering whether or not to accept the ticket, before Random took over and eagerly snatched the ticket from your hands. “How could ve refuse such an offer!” he chuckled excitedly. 

You stepped back briefly as the ticket was taken from your hands, but you couldn’t help but smile, “I can see you aren’t one to pass a good time up. I should probably be on my way and get ready for the show. You know, I didn’t catch your name, cher?” 

The Decepticon was shocked at how calm and comfortable you were around him, after all he was a battle-hardened warrior, killer and a giant robot, yet you showed him such courtesy as if he were just another human. “Oh… Blitzwing…” he replied hesitantly, feeling almost compelled to tell you. 

“Well Blitzwing, if anyone gives you trouble at the door, cher, just tell them you’re a guest of (Y/N)” you flashed a sincere but slightly coy smile at the Decepticon before giving him a friendly wave of your hand and making your way off of the military base. 

Blitzwing stood there in silent shock as you left, leaving him burning with multiple questions. “Cher? This word is strange” Icy pondered, a servo on his chin. His faceplate spun and Random took over, “Perhaps it’s a human word for cute!” Icy presented himself once more, staring at the ticket in his servo, your invitation still standing. He could just crush the ticket and be done withy it, but there was something about you…

Night fell on New Orleans, and the city came alive with lights, and hundreds of people flocking to the streets to enjoy various events and libations. High in the sky, Blitzwing hovered in jet-mode above the outdoor venue of “The Cat’s Meow.” After a bit of convincing himself, Blitzwing found the courage to land and enter the Jazz club. The bouncer at the door was definitely not expecting a Decepticon to attempt entry to the club, but he stood his ground and sweatily asked to see a ticket. 

Usually, it would be Blitzwing’s instinct to blast the human into smithereens, but that would undoubtedly sour the mood for the evening. Instead he presented his silver ticket and spoke, “I am here upon ze request of (Y/N).” The doorman accepted the ticket hesitantly, before allowing the Decepticon entry into the club, but directing him to enter around to the outdoor section to spare the roof. 

After making his way around, Blitzwing entered the outdoor space, which was an array of various tables covered in rich red linens. The area was illuminated by various lights wrapped around trellises and trees, a wooden stage centered at the back, the musicians settling into their positions. Blitzwing looked down at the table below him, awkwardly lowering himself into a sitting position behind the table, his massive frame still towering above it. Blitzwing couldn’t help but feel foolish being here to see a human perform, and it took hours of self-convincing earlier in order to get his aft here. 

“I have no idea how I talked myself into this…” Icy grumbled, his arms crossed. “PLEASE! This is not ze craziest thing we’ve done by far!” Random cackled before going silent as the lights dimmed, leaving one blinding spotlight on center stage. 

There you were, standing in the blinding glow of the spotlight. Your hair was down, but a delicate headpiece of beaded pearls adorned your forehead. Your dress was an ebony color, with a sensual sweetheart neckline and a short hem lined with glittering beads that cascaded from the hem. The ebony color was accentuated by the sparkle of thousands of tiny sequins, which reflected the spotlight and made you shimmer. You turned towards the band members behind you and gave them a nod, cueing them to begin playing a smooth yet upbeat Jazz number, the mood set by the sound of trumpets and a piano. You slowly took hold of the microphone and began singing, your voice sultry and alluring. 

Blitzwing’s optics widened to a point where they nearly burst out of his skull, and his jaw unhinged and was wide open as he struggled to process how stunning you were. This was the same human he met at the airbase? Your voice, your lips, your legs, that dress were all enough to nearly fry his processor circuitry and drive him wild. His faceplate was spinning between all three personalities, each one absolutely shaken by everything about you. 

“She’s like nothing I’ve ever seen…” Icy gawked, short of words. 

“IT IS LIKE BEING GRACED WITH ZE PRESENCE OF AN ANGEL!” Hothead exclaimed, looking like he wanted to break something. 

Random’s glossa was hanging out of his mouth, completely drunk off of your beautiful body and hypnotic voice. 

The song continued, and you began to move around the stage, your hips moving in time with the beat. You dipped down to the ground, before slowly standing up, swishing your hips and waist as you ascended. 

This sent Blitzwing over the edge, and Random loudly whistled at you, having quickly become a complete simp. Hearing the cat call, you turned your attention to see the Decepticon at his table. Continuing your set, you smiled in his direction before pointing to him and blowing a kiss. 

 Random took over and stood up, whistling even louder in adoration and worship of you, “Keep it UP BABY!” 

The song slowly came to its final portion, albeit to Blitzwing’s dismay as he wanted this to go on forever. With a final breath, the last lyrics left your painted lips and the song concluded. The resounding sound of applause filled the club, the loudest clapping being from Blitzwing’s massive metal servos. As the rest of the club patrons applauded your performance, Blitzwing’s sharp optics spotted one human patron who wasn’t participating. 

Hothead’s face spun around, steam visibly leaving his nostrils as he stomped over to the unsuspecting patron, startling the man, “YOU’D BETTER START CLAPPING BEFORE I MAKE YOUR INSIDES YOUR OUTSIDES!” The unsuspecting critic nearly jumped out of his skin and began clapping for his life. 

As the cheers continued, audience members began tossing flowers onto the stage. Icy took note of this and began formulating a plan. 

After you had made your way back to your dressing room, there was a firm knock at the door. Out of curiosity, you opened it to see who it was, only to be pleasantly surprised to see a certain Decepticon gazing back at you. 

Blitzwing was blushing madly, especially being so close to you when you looked so beautiful. He cleared his throat, his faceplate spinning to Icy, trying to get the courage to speak to you. “Your show was… more than words than express. You are ze most talented and beautiful thing I have laid optics on. I got something for you” his voice was oddly shaky. He knelt down and revealed a massive bundle of roses and vines from behind his back, the flowers taking up a quarter of your dressing room. “I saw flowers are a sign of worship, so I brought you all ze flowers from the garden.” 

You were stunned by the gift, it being obvious that Blitzwing had removed the roses from the nearby trellises. You tried to stifle a laugh and flashed the biggest grin, “That is mighty sweet of you, cher. To think you actually came to see me and shower me with so much praise.” 

“You are a GORGEOUS LIGHT IN THE DARKNESS. I WILL BREAK DOWN MOUNTAINS FOR YOU!” Hothead expressed passionately. 

“Oh my…” you giggled, “Let’s hope it doesn’t come to that.” You stepped closer to the massive Decepticon before you, closing the distance. “For being so sweet, I think you deserve a little something as well,” your voice was charismatic and smooth. You leaned in closer to his faceplate, and planted a gentle kiss on his cheek. 

His faceplate spun around and around and around… for what seemed like an eternity. An excited and loud laugh escaped from Blitzwing’s mouth, Random’s optics wide and his spark beating rapidly. So many thoughts and feelings flashed through his processor that he felt he might explode, “I FEEL LIKE I’VE FLOWN TO ZE MOON AND BACK!” His optics turn back towards you and he suddenly calms himself, maybe a little worried he might frighten you. His faceplate reverts back to Icy and he clears his throat, “...ahem.. My apologies, sometimes I get carried away.” 

Your smile widened, finding his antics to be endearing. “Don’t sweat it, cher. You’re more than welcome to come to any of my shows in the future,” you spoke softly. “Now why don’t you and I get out of here. Maybe let me show you around town?”

Blitzwing was in absolute awe. You, this tiny human female stealing every one of Blitzwing’s sparks. 

Of course he took you up on your offer. 

*END*

I had WAY too much fun with this request. :3 I pray it was worth the wait!

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[plussizefantasia]

Spookifying

Flufftober Day 27: Decoration

Tony Stark x reader

Word Count: 0.9k

AN: Thank you to @unholyhuntress for letting me know that my post hadn't gone out today. Tumblr deleted my qued posts, I uploaded this as soon as I could.

I can't believe we have less than a week left. As always, Reblogs and Feedback is really appreciated. See y'all tomorrow.

divider credit @royallaesthetics

On October 1st, you decided that you’d try to play a fun little prank on Tony. You had moved in together a few months before and Halloween was going to be one of the first major holidays that you’d celebrate while living together. It was also the first one that you could decorate for.

Tony was not the one who decorated his suite, he had hired an interior designer to design pretty much the whole compound. And while it looked very nice, it wasn’t very personal. Everything was modern and sleek. Blacks and whites and the same shade of blue ran throughout the entire space. It looked straight out of a magazine, but it didn’t look like a home.

So for Halloween, you decided that you would decorate. Without Tony. But you figured it would be too obvious if you did all the decorating at once. That is why, once a day since the first of the month you’ve taken a piece of decor and replaced it. At first, it was small things, you swapped out a random bowl of rocks that was sitting on the bookshelf with a little foam pumpkin. You swapped the towel hanging in the kitchen and even took down one of the paintings in the living room and swapped it with a framed Friday the 13th movie poster. You swapped out boring white candles for ones in pumpkin jars that smelled like cinnamon apples. 

You figured that Tony would’ve said something by now. At first, it was fun sneaking around and swapping decor, hoping that when Tony noticed it would be a fun laugh, and then the two of you could decorate the rest of the house together. But he hadn’t said anything, he hadn’t even looked at any of the new decor when you two were spending time together.

You didn’t know what to think. Was he just really oblivious? Did he not care? Was he annoyed that you had swapped things but just didn’t want to say anything? You decided that you would pull out the big guns today and hopefully, he would finally say something.

Tony drank a lot of coffee, but he always drank it from the same mug. It was an Iron Man-branded mug that he was given by a little boy when he visited the children’s hospital for a charity event. He cherishes it, he gets grumpy when it's not clean. And you stole it. You replaced it with a mug that looks like a jack-o-lantern. It even lights up.

You camped out by the island counter, perched on one of the stools that surrounded the side sipped from your own ghost-shaped mug, and waited for Tony to emerge from your room and come to the kitchen.

He walked out in a pair of sweatpants and a Black AC/DC tee shirt that had seen better years. A pair of slippers adorned his feet and his hair was still a little wet in front of the shower. He walked past you, placing a kiss in greeting on the side of your head and running his hand across your lower back as he turned the counter of the floating counter and towards the coffee machine. 

You were practically buzzing with excitement as you watched him open the cabinet that held your cups and mugs. He blindly grabbed for the mug that was in the same spot it always was and placed it under the spout that the coffee would come from as soon as the machine finished warming the water. 

As he placed it down though you watched him do a double-take. He shot his head back up to the cabinet and turned his head left and right, scanning all the drinkware inside. He searched for his mug for about a minute before he turned towards you.

“Very funny sweetheart. Where is my mug.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” You took another sip out of your own mug.

‘You think I haven't noticed what you’ve been doing?” He asked, walking back around the counter and stopping right in front of you, he took a step forward, forcing your legs apart and sliding in between them. “You think I didn’t notice on day one, that there was a bright orange pumpkin on my bookshelf? You think I haven’t noticed you sneaking around and spookifying my place?” As he questioned you, he pushed his face even closer to yours. You couldn’t really think not when he was so close to you, crowding you being. Filling all of your senses with just him.

“Our place.” was the only response you could come up with.

“Where. Is. My. Mug?” Tony asked, pacing kisses on your lips in between each word. Eventually, he pulled back and you could see the soft smile on his face. Now that he wasn’t the only thing you could see or smell, the rest of your brain started to come back online.

“Wait. You noticed? You noticed and you didn’t say anything? Tones I was seriously beginning to doubt your observational skills.” You were incredulous. He had known the whole time? “Why didn’t you say anything?” You asked him.

“Because you were having so much fun. Sneaking around, thinking you were getting away with it. Sweetheart, you were so happy, I didn’t want to burst your bubble.”

“That is sweet. But I’m not going to lie I’m still a little upset.”

“Well we can’t have that, can we?” He adopted a stupidly handsome pout and looked into your eyes, “What can I do, sweetheart I don’t want you upset.”

You smiled widely. “Well Halloween isn’t for a few more days, and I have a lot more decorations hidden in my office. Help me put them up?” And he did. The two of you spent the rest of the day decorating the suite, watching spooky movies in the background, and laughing together. 

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[pumpkinpatch-yanderestories]

Yandere! Spirit Of Halloween x Reader

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October 31st. It was a big day for your town, people were flooding the street wearing their Halloween costumes, kids laughing loudly in the streets holding their pumpkin pails talking about how much candy they're going to get. It was a big night!...... Just one problem for you. You're stuck inside due to your parents not letting you leave and forcing you to babysit your younger sibling, Toby.

You huff while scrolling on your phone, your brother watching some random kids show he seems to enjoy. The brightly colored characters and overly-cheery songs annoying you more, only making you dread the rest of the night more than you already were. Not long after, being the semi-forgetful person you were, you hear a knock on the door, you forgot to shut off the porch light, and knowing the rules of halloween, porch light on equals candy.

Rubbing your temples, you stand up and head towards the door knowing you'd have to explain to some kids that you didn't have any candy and you had to leave the porch light on for your parents so they could see once they got home. Opening the door rather quickly, instead of a bunch of children at the door you see a rather tall looking man, he looked sort of odd, even for it being halloween, he had a carved pumpkin on his head, a dark red dress shirt with a rather long grim reaper like cloak, black slacks and the most formal looking dress shoes for a custome on.

Sheepishly looking at the man, you notice a candle in his hand, clearing your throat awkwardly you finally speak

'Hi? Listen, I don't have any candy, I have to leave the porch light on for my parents so they ca-'

He holds a finger up to the pumpkins mouth, tilting his head ever so slightly, he speaks after a moment of silence, a deep seductive yet formal voice leaving the empty cavern of what's supposed to be the mouth

"You don't need to explain, little bat"

Your eyes widen at what seems to be a pet name the stranger has given you. You stand there awkwardly before Toby runs up to the door and looks at the stranger, a smile on his small chubby cheeked face, the stranger leans down and reaches into his left sleeve pulling out a lollipop with a jack-o-lantern face on it. Toby immediately snatches it from the stranger and runs off into the house, in a panic you run after Toby

'Take that out of your mouth right now Toby! You don't take candy from strangers!'

Without even realizing you lost your brother somewhere in the house. It was eerily quiet, not even a slight giggle of a mischievous child could be heard from a corner of the house, you make your way back down to the front door only for the stranger to be gone, it was like he wasn't there. Forgetting about the strange male you shut the door and try to search for your little brother, looking around every corner of the house, even looking for him at his favorite hiding spots during hide-and-seek. Not a single trace of your brother could be found, a sinking feeling was in your chest, it felt heavy, and like you couldn't breath.

Your vision was blurry from the tears that had started to form and fall down your cheeks, it was so quiet in the house, just pure dreaded silence, until KNOCK-KNOCK. You look up at the door, scuffling towards it and looking through the peephole, the pumpkin headed man was there again, you slide down on the door and hug your knees close to your chest. KNOCK-KNOCK it was a bit louder this time, the silence was almost deafening until all you could hear was KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK.

"Come on sweet fangs, let me in~"

He was trying to coerce you into letting him inside, a soft purr behind his words, his voice was getting louder and more desperate with the longer you took to respond to him, the silence on the other side of the door worrying him.

"Please let me in my blood moon, I won't hurt you, I could never do that to you"

You cover your ears, trying to block out his voice, but all you could bear was his voice echoing in your mind, your head getting louder and louder, not even getting a moment of silence within your own mind.

"Wolf pup, you want to see your brother, r-right? I-I can bring him back! Just please, open the door"

He took your brother and now wants to give him back, just because you won't open the door, he was pounding at the door, the wooden door was shaking and rattling, almost like it was ready to fly off its hinges at that very moment. Standing up immediately, the door falls to the ground, glowing yellow eyes are all you saw before your vision began to blur, feeling dizzy, you trip over your feet while trying to run the other way, crawling almost pathetically on the floor, trying to get away from HIM

"Oh, look at you little bat, you're just too precious when you try to escape me"

A maniacal laugh rung through the house, he grabs your ankle and drags you towards him, the intense fire of the glowing eyes infront of you overwhelmed you, making you panic more, struggling around, trying to at least do something to get away from him. All he could do was giggle while looking at you, he takes off the pumpkin head. Shaggy and slightly messy black hair on his head, bright yellow almost amber eyes staring into your eyes, cold pale hands touching your face, his lips pink and slightly thin spread into a psychotic smile with wide eyes filled with a dark fire

"You know, I've seen people walk around for decades during my holiday, but none of them like you, none of them could compare to the pure raw beauty of your fear"

He leans down and sniffs your hair, he shivers, an intoxicated and dazed smile on his face

"God I worship your very being, everything about you is so perfect, your hair, your skin, your eyes, your voice, my name is Victor. Oh god, please say my name, say my name little bat, please, let me hear your pretty little voice say my name!"

Your heartbeat was going crazy, the fear you felt kept you in a frozen like state.

He was insane.

'V-Victor, please get off of me and bring my brother back'

Victor's eyes flutter closed, a soft moan leaves his lips, he opens his eyes after a moment and looks down at you, he's breathing heavily

"Little bat, you don't know what you do to me, everything about you is so intoxicating, you're mine, you belong to me, and I belong to you! I'm yours to do anything too, just tell me what you want, I only ask for one thing.....Never leave my side, stay by me for the rest of time, please?"

He was like a demented puppy, begging you to stay by his side, you think your options over, on one hand, you'd lose your brother, but you'd be free, and on the other? You're going to lose your freedom. Chewing on your bottom lip, you make up your mind, cursing yourself for being a decent older sibling

'Return my little brother, a-and make my parents forget they ever had an older kid, t-then I'm yours'

A wicked smile spreads on his face, wide excited psychotic eyes

"Of course! Of course! Anything you ask my little bat!"

He grabs his pumpkin head and puts it back on, he mutters words under his breath, your vision starts to become splotchy. Black dots filling your vision, a wave of drowsiness hits you hard, the last thing you heard was Victor's voice ringing in your head.

"Little bat, you're mine, I'll pluck out anyone's eyes who even dares lays them on you, your beauty belongs to me. You're finally mine, we'll both be dead before I let you leave me"

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A/N: And that's the first fic! I would appreciate any kind of feedback on my writing, I enjoy positive criticism and like having people help me improve my writing! So hopefully you enjoyed it!

#first fanfic #male yandere #spirit of halloween #halloween #yandere story #yandere oc #gender netural #x reader #yandere x reader #spooky yanderes

[satancopilotsmytardis]

I still have brain rot, more FNAF×MHA notes for myself for when I have time to work on this:

Dabi: 8 foot tall scarecrow/jack-o-lantern creature made for the Halloween season. He was supposed to be made to work in like huge corn mazes and has a bunch of lights inside of him, so through his "tattered" exoskeleton the "fire" could be seen coming through. It was decided to color him blue instead of traditional fire colors because they didn't want anyone to see him moving through the corn and get actually scared that something was on fire.

Compress: 6 foot long rabbit animatronic styled after the white hare from Alice In wonderland. He has rabbit looking legs and usually sits back on his haunches which leaves him looking fairly short among the other animatronics. He has no face and instead has a black and white "mask" screen over his face that can project symbols while he talks or emotes, tho notably no facial expressions/emojis/emoticons were programmed in. He was designed to be an entertainer and used to have a stage where he would start each show by popping out of a large top hat.

Spinner: 7 feet tall, he was originally designed to be a dragon animatronic that was supposed to play the villain in one of the stage shows against a knight, but during production, the engineers ran out of time to get his wings working/attached. He was sent out anyway, and the kids called him a lizard and didn't like him, so corporate immediately had him shelved and sent to the basement to be replaced by a wizard animatronic.

Toga: 5 feet tall, she is an animatronic that is styled similarly to a Raggedy Ann doll. She was made to do arts and crafts with kids but started to grow an obsession over the color red and painting herself to look more like her favorite kids/staff members/other animatronics, and the mechanics couldn't get the obsessiveness out of her programming so they deemed her unstable and sent her to the basement.

Twice: 6 feet tall, Twice was originally a Staff Bot, just one of many made to help clean up, direct guests, and help with the day-to-day running of the partyplex, but he got pulled aside at random to be the test bot for a more advanced program that made him Too self-aware. He realized that his freewill was given to him by chance and on accident and his brain may have snapped a little, making him violently attack and dismantle any other staff bot he saw until he was sent to the basement as well.

Shigaraki is "human" 5'9", and is AFO's secret kid. He told his dad he was going off to college, but in actuality, he applied for a janitorial position in the company with a false identity so that he could actually see the empire his dad built up close and personal. He's the new hire and gets the shit job of going down to the basement to deal with the moody bunch and ends up finding them to be kindred spirits

#tanco speaks #im adding this to my list of projects to get back to when i have a minute #you'll notice magne is absent from this list because what makes her “strange” with the biggest fucking air quotes #is that shes trans and i did not want to have to bake in transphobia to my story so shes actually human #and im thinking she works on staff with Shigaraki when he shows up possibly as his supervisor

[thenightling]

What are The Dream-Folk?

Dream Folk, Dream Entities, Dream Creatures, Night Kind, Nightmare Folk, Residents of The Dreaming... Whatever you call them, they are the subjects of Morpheus (Dream of The Endless).

And some new fans have been asking about them. What are they?  Where do they come from? Does he make them?  Were they once human? 

Some, yes.  Some, no.

The Corinthian, Gault (Brute and Glob in the comics), and Mervyn Pumpkinhead were all made by Morpheus.  The Ravens are all made from souls of deceased humans who were given the option of remaining in The Dreaming as dream entities.  This includes Jessamy, Matthew, and Lucien / Lucienne.  (And not mentioned in the show: Aristeas, the raven from Ancient Rome). 

  Yes, Lucienne was once a raven, and before that probably a mortal. There’s a very high chance her current form does not resemble her original pre-Raven form.  It might be a form she chose later.

Some Dreaming residents are immigrants from other non-human lands.  Nuala is of the Fae.  And the second Griffon was a gift from The Greek pantheon (or at least that’s the backstory he remembers).

Then there are also the residents who were probably not created originally by Morpheus but (if destroyed) can be re-created by him, like Cain and Abel. He didn’t create them but Dream of The Endless is able to resurrect Abel when someone other than Cain killed him.  When Cain kills him it’s temporary). He was able to call back Abel’s soul and recreate him as a dream entity.  Besides originally being hosts of DC’s horror anthology comics, it’s ambiguous as to if Cain and Abel are meant to be the literal Cain and Abel or just manifestations of the collective idea of who Cain and Abel are (hence Cain’s compulsive need to regularly murder his brother).  In the comics Lucifer respect’s Cain’s mark as if it is real or real-enough but at the same time Cain and Abel appear as African for Nada and it’s implied they might also be Romulus and Remus. So there is a high chance that they are the manifestations of the collective idea of who Cain and Abel are, and so they are characters of “Story.”   The first story, murderer and victim.

Collective ideas of other famous “story” characters probably wander around The Dreaming.  This could be anyone from Little Red Riding Hood and Sherlock Holmes, to The Wicked Witch of the West, The Crypt Keeper, and Slender Man.  One of Morpheus’s many titles is “Prince of Stories.”

Puss ‘n Boots is seen briefly in The Sandman: The Kindly Ones.    So you have five forms of sentient subjects in The Dreaming.

1.  The ones Morpheus creates.  Examples:  The Corinthian, Gault, Brute and Glob, Gregory, and Mervyn Pumpkinhead.   Merv has even changed over the years and was once apparently Mervyn Turniphead until Pumpkin Jack-o-lanterns became the more popular variant.  They are self-aware and have free will.   He might create their base personality but if they choose to change from experience and observation that is their own doing. 2.  The ones that were deceased humans and Morpheus turned them into dream entities because this is where they chose to spend their afterlife.  Examples:  Aristeas, Jessamy, Matthew, and Lucien / Lucienne.    3.   Characters of “story” who manifest when a collective number of people dream about them enough that they become fixture entities in The Dreaming like Cain and Abel, and Eve.

4. Magical immigrants. Faeries, griffons, etc, that for various reasons were allowed to remain in The Dreaming.  Examples:  Nuala, the second griffon.    

5.  The oddity.   These are beings pulled out of random dreams, created not-entirely by Morpheus’s consciously willing it, but more of The Dreaming being on autopilot.  And they do not fade when the dream they came from ends.   This includes baby Goldie’s egg.  They technically are created by Dream, just not crafted on a conscious level.

Someone asked “Why don’t the other Endless have servants like these?”  Well, the answer is very simple.  Morpheus would deny it up and down but... He creates them and keeps them around because... he’s lonely.   All the chores he gives them he can technically do himself but he likes the company.  Just don’t tell him I told you that.

#The Sandman #Sandman #Morpheus #Dream of The Endless #Neil Gaiman

[arklayraven]

I should try to sleep...

Anyway random facts about MC Jayce.

Tied to each series: 🐑 = OM | 🌻 = ADWD | 💖 = 14DWY | 🎃 = TKATB

Main F/Os involved from each series: Asmo from OM, Grim from ADWD, Ren/Redacted from 14DWY, Sol from TKATB.

They draw, but aren't good at it, but do doodle anyways. (rarely ever shows their art to anyone. Will literally bite you if you try to steal their sketchbook to take a peek. Their partner get a pass though...sometimes.) 🐑🌻💖🎃

Likes to cook and is kinda good at it. Though isn't trusted with the knife. 🐑🌻💖🎃

Has and is taking self defense classes(with a friend) to better defend themselves, and their loved one. 🐑

Can use magic, is a sorcerer. Call them a witch however, they will literally give you the most threatening death glare you will ever know. 🐑

Can't swim. Literally hates the ocean. Big bodies of water kinda frightens them. But ironically loves the beach, when its not crowded that is. Though hates sand or getting it on them lol 🐑🌻💖🎃

Hates large crowds, loud noises and just being out having to socialize in general. (Let them stay home in the safety of their room, maybe cuddled with their love too preferably.) 🐑🌻💖🎃

Hates bugs? It depends. They love butterflies though. 🐑🌻💖🎃

Loves cats. Isn't really a dog person. 🐑🌻💖🎃

Loves video games, mostly survival horror games, and sometimes mystery/thrillers story driven games. As well supernatural stuff, but lowkey they get kinda spooked by ghost. 🐑🌻💖🎃

Almost always is listening to music. 🐑🌻💖🎃

Can/has taken the form of a literal small sheep. 🐑

Deals with bad insomnia. (Their love is trying to fix that though.) 🌻💖🎃 (Asmo already got Jayce sleeping with him more better now so...)

Only speaks spanish when very angry/upset or trying to flirt/charm their love. 🐑🌻💖🎃

Has a literal love for pumpkins/jack-o-lanterns. Owns a little(big) collection of pumpkin related things. (It's Halloween everyday to them pfff) 🎃

Favorite holiday is Halloween. 🐑🌻💖🎃

Might have anger issues... 🐑🌻💖🎃

Deals with trust issues... 🐑🌻💖🎃

Almost always spends their time at the library. 💖🎃

Has a pet(changes often). 🌻/ Has no pet. 🐑💖🎃

Loves coffee(maybe too much) 🐑🌻💖🎃

Depending on the timeline/universe. Is a reaper. 🌻

Can't dance to even save their own life. 🐑🌻💖🎃 / Is being taught how to dance or will by their love. 🐑🎃

Only wears black or dark colors. 🌻🎃 / Wears all types of colors, most often to match with their love. 🐑💖

Always has their nails painted to match or symbolize their partner. 🐑🌻💖🎃

Seems quiet and shy at first, but once you get to know them. And they open up to someone they trust or love. Starts to show their real wild(and sometimes frightening?) mischievous side. 🐑🌻💖🎃

Refuses to go to heaven now if they die and will go to hell just to stay with their demon love and possible other partners. (Polyamory~ 💕) 🐑

Is short(5'1), their partner is taller than them. (So smol, can fit in their pocket. lmao) 🐑🌻💖🎃

#;arklay outbreak #okay now i sleep lol #;long post #;mc jayce

[moriiartist]

(CALL THE) NUMBER OF THE BEAST

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PAIRING: Demon!Tangotek x GN!Reader

SUMMARY: You thought it was a joke. A goof. A funny ‘ha-ha’ story to tell to your friends later- how you tried to summon a demon. However, things haven’t exactly gone to plan, and now you’re stuck trying to send a resident to hell back to where he belongs. Too bad that he’s decided that’s wherever you are.

WARNINGS: Language, body horror, demonic imagery, blood and injury, self-mutilation/self-harm (as part of a ritual), fire, implied/referenced murder

A/N: Hey there demon(s), it’s me, ya boi. I lowkey may have stayed up past midnight to get this out on time, but we’re not going to talk about that!!! I had a lot of fun with this fic, and I really think it shows. Enjoy!

The chalk slid smoothly over the kitchen tile, the soft, rasping sound that it elicited filling your ears. Dust as black as pitch already coated your palms, the pads of your fingers, your skin- smeared shapes like the handprints of an absent-minded artist.

An intricate pattern of concentric circles, squares, and lines spread like flowering nightshade from where you were, kneeling in the center. They, too, were as dark as if they had been burnt into the ceramic; the loose powder surrounding the thick, confident marks looked like ashes.

Sitting back on your heels, you inspected your work with a critical eye. A hundred bucks was a hundred bucks, and if you didn’t at least try one of the spells in the old, creepy grimoire you’d found in the attic, you weren’t getting a cent.

Actually, in that case, you’d be getting negative cents. 

You’d like to think that you were a reasonable, well-adjusted person. You’d finished college and gotten your degree, you worked a six hour shift at the local bookstore, and you put in an effort to keep in touch with your friends.

Which is why summoning a demon was somewhat uncharacteristic for you.

Your college roommate had invited you to hang out at their house last weekend, and of course, you’d accepted. They, a couple of their buddies they’d brought along, and you started drinking. You got buzzed. Then, naturally, you all started talking about random shit.

Of course, that random shit included all the weird and probably-cursed cult paraphernalia that had been left behind in the house that you’d moved into.

Your roommate had dared you, words almost slurred beyond comprehension, to try out one of the spells you’d found. At this point, you were nearing the point where you were starting to black out; your brain was starting to shut down, but your body got all ‘eye of the tiger’ and soldiered on.

So, like a dumbass, you agreed.

And bet one hundred dollars on it.

(To be fair, you never said you were smart. Just reasonable.)

You honestly felt quite silly standing there in the middle of your kitchen, staring down at the dark symbols you’d copied with a painstaking hand. Although you’d fully committed to winning this stupid bet after five days of twiddling your thumbs, you’d underestimated the amount of time it’d taken to get through the ritual. You’d started at around seven thirty, and it was now almost one.  

In your defense, the book wasn’t easy to read. Most of it was in some strange, latin-like script that hurt your eyes if you stared at it too long; words slithered across the paper like rattlesnakes if your gaze unfocused for even a moment.

Luckily for you, however, you had ignored the ominous thoughts in the back of your head that begged you to stop now before it was too late and managed to reach the final step in your handy dandy ‘how-to-summon-a-demon-for-dummies’ guide. Hooray!

All that was left was the sacrifice.

Stepping back, careful not the smudge the chalk lines that were already starting to flake from the combined force of the AC system and the vibrations of your footfalls, you crossed over the salt circle that enclosed the whole shabang.

Tea candles- those little ones that you buy in bulk to put in Jack O’ Lanterns- flickered ominously, crackling and spitting not dissimilarly from oil in a pan. You had dimmed all sources of light beyond those candles and the nightlights plugged into the wall, so the flames cast eerie, dancing shadows all over the room.

You grimaced, regarding the kitchen knife placed on the counter next to you. The blade gleamed red and gold, flashing as you delicately picked it up.

The sight of blood wasn’t new to you, nor did it freak you out, but drawing it from yourself was an entirely different matter from the times you’d fallen and scraped your knees as a kid. It was different when you were doing it- when you were drawing blood from yourself intentionally. It made something underneath your skin writhe with discomfort.

Steadying your grip as much as you could, and ignoring the slight tremor in your hand, you pressed the point of the knife to the meat of your thigh. You’d read somewhere that the fattier parts of the body the better regarding pain- and you weren’t about to stab yourself in the ass.

You gritted your teeth as you drew the blade across your skin. A part of you wanted to shut your eyes and look away, but the more logical side commanded you to pay attention despite the sharp, stinging pain. 

Despite the shallowness of the cut, it was already bleeding profusely. Rivulets of thick, coppery liquid already ran down your leg, dripping down onto the flat of your bare foot. In the low light, your blood almost looked as black as the chalk still coating your palms. The air filled with the faint scent of metal and salt. 

Hastily, you set the knife down with a clatter. Pressing your fingers to the wound, you hissed at the sparks of pain that erupted from the contact. Blood mixed with the powder on your hands, coagulating into a sludgey mess that clung to your skin.

You flicked some of the mixture off of your hands and into the circle, pursing your lips to soften your disgust. The book had never specified how much of your blood should be used, and although you really wanted to win the bet, you weren’t about to sacrifice a pint to a ritual that might not even work.

A mix between a groan and a gag tore itself from your throat as you pressed a palm flat to your wound, watching more blood begin to drip from the gaps in between your fingers. With your other hand, you reached blindly for the tape and gauze that you’d set aside specifically for this moment, tearing a thick wad of the stuff off with your teeth and messily taping it to your thigh.

It wasn’t really sanitary, but then again, it wasn’t as if anything else you were doing was.

Fumbling with the book, you winced as you smeared chalky blood over the pages- staining the fragile paper with black-grey-red fingerprints. You flipped through the pages somewhat frantically, muttering curses to yourself as pain once again twinged through your leg. After a tense moment, you exclaimed softly to yourself.

You’d highlighted the incantation to summon the demon, and the garish yellow-green pigment now glared up at you from the page. The book must’ve been made with parchment or something, because the color was soft and fragmented at the edges unlike the clean, hard cut of highlighter on printer paper.

Clearing your throat, you ignored the way the letters slipped in and out of focus, mirage-like, and began to read.

“Primo ad nonum daemones,” you incanted, nearly choking as the syllables ran like water from your mouth, “vocationem meam audite et attendite.”

Immediately, the guttering tea candles stilled. Every dancing flame went straight and tall, burning white-hot. The dimmed lights buzzed, and an electrical hum seemed to fill the air. Your stomach swooped- the same sensation that one would beget standing at a precipice. 

“ Sanguis meus gratis inferis datus est, et mihi paciscor.”

When did it get so cold? Your skin was chilled and damp with sweat, breath stuttering in your lungs from the shiver that wracked your body. The low hum that filled the back of your mind seemed to intensify. Static was all you could hear.

The voices whispering in your ear shrieked soundlessly, then disappeared.

“Caro mea velamen tollit, ossa mea signaculum portant, et anima- et anima mea ligat.”

Each word that escaped from your mouth burned your tongue like a firebrand, each more painful than the last. You felt like you were choking on your own blood as you spat out the last syllable, shuddering uncontrollably.

At some point, you had dropped the book. It was burning, delicate paper and dark leather cover flaking into ashes.

You couldn’t move, could hardly breathe; With each passing moment the pressure inside your chest increased, like someone had gripped your heart and decided to squeeze. Distantly, you recognized that your limbs were trembling.

“Quod fit non recipi.”

The lights cut out, and, like a great exhale of breath, the candles extinguished.

Shit.

For a few heartbeats, the only sound was your ragged breathing. Then, something shuffled in front of you. Something hard and sharp slid across the tile, sounding an awful lot like the knife still resting on the countertop. 

Freezing, you felt your heart began to beat faster, hammering at your ribcage. Even your chest stilled, and you swallowed thickly to suppress a whimper. It smelled like a nauseating mix of sulfur and your own blood.

“Well,” a masculine voice murmured, tone colored with a mixture of surprise and amusement. “It’s certainly been a long time since someone’s had the guts to summon me.”

In a blink, the lights were reignited. However, instead of the warm, yellow hues that you’d been familiar with your entire life, they were blue. The tall, still flames that rose from the candlewick looked like they’d been carved out of luminous blue ice, hardly seeming to move.

You’d be more awed by it if you weren’t distracted by the dark figure standing in the center of the ritual circle.

It wasn’t very big- only a few inches taller than you, if you had to guess, and shaped like a person; two legs, two arms, and a head attached to a torso. However, everything about it was off. 

It’s arms were too long, fingers tipped with glossy claws brushing the sides of its knees. It’s legs were longer at the ankle, forcing it to balance on its toes. It’s proportions were too different- like a poorly made puppet.

Every movement, from the tilt of its head to the roll of its shoulders was too smooth, too easy. Like there was no muscles, no internal structure to add resistance. You couldn’t contain your gasp as it’s neck made a horrendous, wet crack, spinning well past the limits of the human body to survey the room.

A long, black tail snaked out from behind it, pooling to the floor. Shards of what looked like volcanic glass were embedded in its forehead in the mockery of a crown, dripping with black and red blood. Similar pieces were buried in its spine and shoulders, bristling like spines.

“Shit,” you murmured.

With another snap, its head spun back around.

The demon’s face was pale, almost bloodless, and you could see the spiderweb of blue-black veins that ran below the surface. Pitch black holes were nested where its eyes should be, white, cat-like pupils narrowed in on your trembling figure. It grinned as you made eye contact, running a blue tongue over- what the hell, how many teeth does this guy have?!

If you squinted, it would almost look human. A spiky, aggressively emo human- but a human nonetheless. However, since you had somewhat of a sense of self-preservation, you weren’t doing that. No- you were wide-eyed and gaping, glued to the floor as you stared at the monstrosity before you.

“Excuse me,” it chirped, looking far too smug for its friendly tone to be genuine. “You summoned me, didn’t you?”

You blinked down at what remained of the grimoire. “... I guess.”

It grinned brilliantly, still with too many needle-like teeth. “Excellent!”

Then, it stepped over the salt circle. You hardly had time to squawk before it had seized your chin in its hands, turning your face this way and that as it inspected you. You would’ve pulled away, but the brush of the demon’s talons against the delicate skin of your throat was enough to have you falling still.

Every piece of media about demons you’d ever seen were different, but one thing seemed to largely hold the same: they couldn’t cross salt circles. It was one of the only effective ways to trap them, besides silver mirrors and maybe not summoning them in the first place- at least, according to what you’ve seen.

And then this asshole goes and dropkicks that knowledge into the fucking sun.

“Oooh,” it hummed, gaze calculating. “You’re a looker, aren’t you.”

It glanced down towards the hasty bandage job you’d done, a sly smile playing on its lips. It reached down, either oblivious to or ambivalent to your protests, and ran a finger through the still-drying blood.

Licking its hand clean, it’s pupils flared, growing to the size of nickels. “Tasty, too.”

Regaining your nerve, you shoved it away, stumbling back. It watched you go with an almost disappointed (?) expression, folding its arms across its chest. You finally stopped when your back hit a wall, refusing to take your gaze off the creature in front of you.

“... What the hell,” you managed to croak out. Was this shock? Were you going into shock?

The demon smirked. You were really starting to hate it when it did that.

“Indeed.”

Picking up the knife you’d set on the counter, it toyed with blade, whetting it against its talons. It paused, looking at it contemplatively, before rolling its eyes back to you.

“You’re new to this, aren’t you?”

It wasn’t a question.

Hesitantly, you nodded. While you were seriously regretting your decision to summon a demon of all things instead of, like, one of the easier spells, you didn’t see a point in lying to it about that. As far as you knew, magic wasn’t real up until two minutes ago.

The demon sighed. “Alrighty then. I thought you would be- it makes more sense.

“So, this is how this thing works. You ask for something- I don’t know, you want some guy who crossed you to mysteriously disappear, endless riches, fame and beauty- and I make it happen!”

It’s eyes gleamed red. “For a price, of course.”

Despite your fear, you deadpanned. The last thing you were doing was signing a deal with the devil. “No, thank you.”

“You don’t have a choice,” it countered. “You summoned me. I can’t return back to my realm until our, ah… business is complete.”

You threw your hands up. “Well, I’m not selling my soul or whatever else a creature of darkness would want!”

The demon pouted, looking almost offended for a moment. You didn’t trust it. “Hey- rude. Depending on the boon, I would only ask for, like, your childhood memories. Maybe your firstborn?”

“This is not helping your argument,” you sighed, glaring at it hollowly. It stared at you, grin melting until its expression was blank and unreadable. It’s tail lashed, slashing bluntly at the floor.

“If you don’t make a deal, I’m stuck here with you,” it cautioned once more.

You bared your teeth at it. “Fuck. You.”

It blinked, and for a moment you thought that this was it, you were going to die. Your last moments would be spent with a creature that wanted your soul for nefarious purposes, you would never get those hundred dollars-

The demon laughed, nearly doubling in on itself from the force. After a few seconds it looked back up at you, wiping a tear from its eye that sizzed as it hit the floor. In a blink, it was in front of you, staring at you with blown pupils. 

“You’re delightful,” it whispered, sounding awfully delighted itself. “This is going to be so much fun.”

You blanched as it took your hands in its own, flipping over one to press a sharp kiss to your inner wrist. The demon grinned up at you, sly.

“Good luck getting rid of me now, angel. I’ll have your soul whether you want me two or not.”

It stood up, lengthening the spine until it towered over you. Its pupils burned in the shadows cast across its face, exactly the same as the flames at its back.

“The name’s Tango, sweetheart. You won’t forget it.”

There’s no turning back now for you- you were his. Tango would make sure of it.

@blufr0st​ @itsonlydana​ @amearla​ @bapthadapper​ @redactedsouls​ @sina-the-idiot @icarusthefoolish @blockyshieldmaiden  

#a meal for the children #hermitcraft x reader #hermitcraft x you #hermitcraft x y/n #mcyt x reader #mcyt x you #mcyt x y/n #tangotek x reader #tangotek x you #tangotek x y/n #c!tangotek #tw: language #tw: body horror #tw: blood and injury #tw: blood #tw: self mutilation #tw: demons #tw: demonic imagery #tw: fire #tw: implied/referenced murder

[look-i-love-u]

Weekly Tag Game(s)

I am soooo late. I'm later than late. I'm fucking atrociously late to do these. But maybe you'll still want to read my replies`?! Maybe? I got tagged by so many amazingly lovely people: @juliakayyy, @guinguin1984 , @ardent-fox, @ian-galagher, @francesroserecs, @surviving-maybe, @suzy-queued, @energievie, @creepkinginc, @deathclassic, @iansw0rld, @michellemisfit

Name: Vey

Where in the world are you? Germany

Do you have a favorite towel? No

Can you skip rocks? I can. On a really good day.

Tell me about a weird slang term from your area: Arschgeige (I'll let you figure that one out yourself)

Favorite toast topping: butter and marmelade

Thoughts on bread pudding: Never had it

City or country living? City

How do you cheer yourself up after a bad day? Cuddling my dog

Are you a pessimist or an optimist? I'm trying to counter my pessimistic nature with undying optimism. Works sometimes. Not always.

Can I tag you in random stuff? Definitely! Please do.

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Name: Vey

Age: in my thirties

Favourite colour: Clothes: Black, lipstick: pink

What emoji best describes your current mood? Unfortunately it’s 😑

What season is it where you are right now? Autumn

Were you up before or after the sun this morning? Before

Are you currently in possession of a pumpkin? Nope

Do you prefer to carve or paint your jack-o-lanterns? Carve. But painting is fun too.

Do you have a favorite pumpkin-spice flavored treat? If so, what is it? I don't know what pumpkin-spice is. I do love pumpkin bread and waffles. But those are made with the real thing.

What's your favorite season and what's your favourite pie that you associate with it? Spring. And Strawberry cake. Pie isn't really a thing here.

We're having a pot-luck, what are you going to bring? couscous salad and aioli

It's chilly outside and you need a hot drink in your hands, what are you drinking? black tea or hot chocolate

Will you be wearing a costume for Halloween? Is it ready? I don't celebrate Halloween

Finally, what's something you've made or done recently that you're proud of? Ehm... I made a pretty good pasta bake the other day. I finished reading a book. I started a new crocheting project. I finally managed to send off Evie's birthday present.

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🔤 Name: Vey

🎶 Last song you listened to: In a Crowd of Thousands - Reinaeiry feat. Chloe Breez

🎵 Artist on Spotify giving you the feels right now: Not on Spotify. But usually Alexa Feser

👯‍♂️ Fave Blorbo Moment: "I just want everyone to know, I'm fucking gay."

🍟 Your guilty pleasure snack: chocolate. All the chocolate.

🌮 What food are you craving today: pizza

📖 Last fanfic tab you opened: The Unintended Consequences of Fight or Flight

🖌️ Favorite fic project you've created: Flower U-Up

👩🏼‍🎤 Next tattoo you want (or would consider if you're not a tattoo person): I don't have tattoos. I don't want one.

🧐🆓 What's living in your head rent free this week: Seducing the entire Baldur's Gate party. Oh well, just Baldur's Gate in general.

#personal #phew...that was a lot #tagging game #Q&A

[jardin-de-limaginaire]

Could you do a Mischa Bachinski x Gn reader having to do with them picking out Halloween costumes????

Of course! Halloween might be over, but I will still write this since it sounds cute! The fanfic didn't come out really amazing, so sorry about that. I also wrote from the perspective of (Y/N), because why not.

Anyways, hope you're having a wonderful day/night anon!

(TW: none!)

word count: 1088 words

Spooky month! (MISCHA BACHINSKI X READER HALLOWEEN ONESHOT)

(𝓨/𝓝)'𝓢 𝓟𝓞𝓥

It was Halloween, one of my favorite holidays of all time. The time of year when you see people carving jack-o'-lanterns, kids trick-or-treating for candy, and most obviously, making or choosing a costume to wear.

I am no longer a child, so I can't go trick or treating without getting weird glares from those snobby old people, so what better thing to do than dressing up as either a monster or a movie character, and scaring random children walking by!

That sounds like a fun idea! I should invite someone to also dress up as something, and then we can scare little kids! My genius is sometimes terrifying, I have to admit.

I got out of bed and walked around my room, trying to think of who I should call. My phone began ringing its annoying tune, and so I picked it up, to see who was calling me. I smiled as I saw that the person who was calling me was none other than my boyfriend, Mischa.

We first started dating a few months ago, when he revealed his feelings for me on a youtube comment section. Many people probably saw it, but I don't mind.

Surprisingly, he lived in the same town as me, which made it a hundred times better, and I even transferred to the same school as him and joined the choir, so that I can talk to him more.

I answered and I got so overjoyed when I heard his voice. "Wassup babycakes! I know there's this holiday that you Americans and Canadians celebrate called Halloween, and I wanted to spend this Halloween with you if you don't mind!" I can imagine him blushing from the other side of the screen, and I began smiling.

"Of course, my mishka! I would love to spend my Halloween with you!" I responded in excitement. "We should totally dress up as characters from horror movies!"

"OH HELL YEAH!" He yelled loudly, and I heard a door opening and a voice saying lowly "Quiet!" to Mischa. Mischa muttered a small "Sorry", before the other voice slammed the door.

I felt sorry for Mischa. He told me the story about how he had to leave his mother and move here to Uranium, only to be shunned by his new parents. If only I could help him move out of that hellhole, I would.

"Ignore that. Let's go meet at the thrift store so that we can get some costumes for really cheap." Mischa said. I tried smiling, but I was still upset at how his parents treated him.

"Okay then, Mischa. Let's meet later outside the thrift store, K?"

"Okay, babe! See you later!"

I finally arrived at the Thrift store. I was waiting nervously for my boyfriend to arrive. He finally arrived, and we both hugged each other.

"Yoooooo babycakes, how are you!" He asked as we did the secret handshake that we invented.

"I'm good, now that I'm with you. How 'bout you?" I asked. "I'm 'ight." He responded back

"Let's enter the thrift store so that we can find a costume," I said, and we both entered the thrift store.

Here we were met with a lot of clothes, antique objects, old toys, and many more. What caught our attention was the Halloween section of the thrift store. We basically ran to that section and began looking for costumes for us to wear.

"Oooh, Zombie student! What if one of the members of the choir turned into a zombie, they would surely wear something like this!" I said as I showed Mischa the costume, which was basically a ripped-up St. Cassian uniform with fake blood on it. It sure looked cheap and was probably made by someone from our school who tried to rebel against the school rules.

"Nah, it looks fake." He responded before he took out another costume, which was a flannel shirt and a wolf head. "Look, werewolf," Mischa said before he put the costume back and took out a ghost face costume, which he seemed to like.

"You would look great dressed up as Ghostface." He said. I blushed and smiled really goofily before I turned back to look for costumes.

"Oh my god! You should dress as Jigsaw!" I said as I took out a Jigsaw mask and outfit and showed it to Mischa. "I know that you really love Saw V, so I think this outfit would suit you!" I said as I gave him the outfit.

"You're a genius, (Y/N)!" He gave me a wide smile, and I smiled back. "Now we should find a costume for you." He said as he began looking for a costume for me.

"Do you wanna dress as Michael Myers?" He asked as he took out a Michael Myers costume.

"Hmm...I'm not really feeling it." I said as I began looking for a costume.

"Freddie Kruger...Nah...Chucky....Not feeling it...Ghost face...Probably...Samara Morgan...Probably not..." I kept looking for a costume, but couldn't find anything I wanted to dress up as.

"Hey, how about Jason?" Asked Mischa. I turned my head toward him and saw a Jason Voorhees costume, completed with the mask.

"Mischa, you really have good taste in everything" I responded as I took the outfit, and hugged him. "We should go dress up now!"

After buying the costumes, and going to my house so that we can dress up, we spent most of the night scaring children who were going trick-or-treating, buying candy, going to Taco Bell to scare Noel (which actually worked), and eating tacos outside the mall together with Noel who took a break from work to hang out with us, while watching final destination on a portable DVD player.

"You know Mischa, this Halloween was the most amazing day of my life. But you know what else is amazing?" I smirked at Mischa.

"What else is amazing?" He asked.

"You are, silly!" I laughed, almost choking on my taco, but noel smacked my back so that I could stop choking, which surprisingly worked. Mischa was blushing a lot, and I was laughing at how much he was blushing

"I might be the most romantic boy in town, but your relationship is too syrupy for me," Noel declared.

And that's how I spent my Halloween with my boyfriend.

THE END

𝑅𝑒𝒷𝓁𝑜𝑔 >> 𝐿𝒾𝓀𝑒 (𝒩𝑜𝓉 𝒻𝑜𝓇𝒸𝒾𝓃𝑔, 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝐼 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓎 𝓃𝑒𝑒𝒹 𝓂𝑜𝓇𝑒 𝓇𝑒𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓈𝓉𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇𝓈)

#Randommoonchild #x reader #ride the cyclone #ride the cyclone x reader #ride the cyclone mischa #mischa rtc #mischa bachinski #mischa x reader #mischa bachinski x reader #rtc x reader

[anonymousbeefriendfanfics]

Trick or Treat with Casimir? 🎃👻

You have been... Treated!

Trick or treat here! Please come again, there's plenty of treats to go around!

Casimir has no clue what Halloween is, poor thing. There's a good chance he might be familiar with a similar concept of some variety, but Halloween as we know it? Not a clue.

So, of course, when you explain it to him, he's very curious and excited to learn more! He wants to know everything. I hope you like Halloween, because now he's looking at you like you're an expert with that adorable glimmer in his eyes he gets when he's excited, so buckle up!

You're gonna end up giving him the Full Halloween Treatment. It begins, of course, after your lecture on what exactly Halloween is, with decorating! It's time to leave a very impatient Casimir for an hour or so while you run to the nearest dollar/discount store and raid their Halloween section for all sorts of goodies. And oh, if you thought he was excited before? The way his eyes light up when you come in with your arms overflowing with bags is nothing short of delightful.

You've brought him everything you could find and think of. You have colorful lights in the shapes of pumpkins and cats and bats (plus a string of regular orange lights for him to potentially destroy while trying to figure out how they work), you've got all sorts of decorations, you've got pumpkins! And beyond all of that, you've also grabbed some other supplies, 'cause it's time to get crafty!

With your guidance and assistance, you carve a pumpkin or three together, because what's a classic Halloween without a jack-o'-lantern? This is actually one of the older traditions, so Casimir might be somewhat familiar with carving large vegetables and putting a candle inside of them, but even so, he definitely hasn't had a chance to do it in ages. He loves working with his hands, so he definitely enjoys the chance to make something with you, and after a bit of a learning curve, his pumpkin-carving skills are simply incredible. He's got a knack for intricate details and remarkably steady hands with all the time he spends working on clocks. The little flickering LED candle light you pop in the pumpkin fascinates him, too.

Speaking of making things, back to crafts! You've gotten all of those DIY fall craft kits you could get your hands on, because he obviously never experienced them as a kid. You guide him through painting and glueing and decorating all sorts of things, from little scarecrows to mini foam pumpkins and paper bats and all sorts of things! He's never been happier. I think Casimir would absolutely adore making things with those he loves, especially his very favorite person~

After all of the crafting festivities are done, it's time for other traditions. You tell him about Trick-or-treating, and while you can't exactly take him out to experience it, you help him put together a costume (or perhaps the House provides them for you both, if you ask nicely?) I think he would love dressing up - it's unusual, and he might feel a touch awkward at first, but he'll get over it soon enough and enjoy himself. I'm not sure what he'd be - a werewolf is a bit too mean, but Vampire Casimir? Sign me up! You definitely eat candy together too, even if he doesn't quite get the trick-or-treating fun.

If you ask very very nicely and do some extra chores, the House might just be willing to put on a haunted house for you! It configures itself into a little maze with dim lighting and a spooky atmosphere, has random 'monsters' pop out at you randomly, accompanied by the growls and screams you might expect! Casimir doesn't let go of your hand the entire time, partially because he's more scared than he wants to let on, partially because he wants to protect you - and partially to ground himself so he doesn't lose control of his emotions and shift accidentally.

I don't think he would like scary movies, though. He's fascinated by the way they work, sure, but... I feel like he would prefer more lighthearted films. Maybe a little spooky, but nothing too scary - in addition to not liking the gore and murder of it all because it reminds him of being a 'monster' himself, he's always paranoid that he'll get too spooked by a jump scare and lose control.

All in all though Casimir quickly becomes obsessed with Halloween, and you've never seen him so delighted!

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#beefriend-writes #beefriend trick or treat #monster manor #monster manor casimir #casimir gevaudan #fictif mm casimir

[im-some-lionheart]

#Destielmonth22 Day 7: Decorate

(oh, my! Time is a lie! aka: shhh pretend it's still November and I know how to finish projects like a neurotypical person)

There are certain things that will make a man stop in his tracks and wonder what random decision taken recklessly years ago might have changed forever the course of his life and brought him... Here.

Apparently, what does it for Dean is opening the door for the underground bunker he calls a home (after inheriting it from the secret society his grandfather was a part of) and finding himself face to face with the white cluster of a fake spider web.

“What the...?”

His green, sniper trained, eyes flicker from the fake bats on the roof to the cut-outs of smiling white ghost, and land over the plastic jack-o-lantern glowing from the center of the dinner table. And. Yeah. Those are definitely Halloween decorations all over the Men Of Letters' bunker.

"Saaam? Cas?" he yells, absent-mindedly walking into the kitchen to leave the grocery bags he's still carrying on top of the counter.

When a good 30 seconds pass without an answer, he heads to the library. The hallway (naturally) is also cluttered with Party City's tackiest mummy-witch-Frankenstein banners.

When he reaches the library, he's met with the sight of his brother, his partner, and their collective son (it's complicated), sitting around the table, with painted fake scars on their faces.

“Um, hello?” he asks from the doorway, louder than necessary, to get their attention as he widely waves both of his hands at the sides of his face.

“Hi!” Jack smiles at him openly, with fake fangs on his teeth.

Cas turns around to face him, and his smile is softer, but his eyes light with it the way they usually do when he looks at Dean.

His angel's voice is a deep rumble that does things to Dean's body when he says, “Hello, Dean.”

He's not used to it yet. Being on the receiving end of such devotion can be overwhelming and Dean still has to actively remind himself that he deserves this. He gets to have this, gets to have Cas, that he's worthy of Cas' love, that good things do happen to him. And sometimes –not often, but each day a little bit more– he manages to convince himself of it.

“Hey.” is all Sam says, not even looking up from where he's sticking a prosthetic wound to Jack's hand, “did you get the Greek yogurt I like?”

“Yeah. Uhh...” Dean walks towards the table where his weird-ass family sits, frown still on his face and confused as he'll ever be, “Care to explain the...?” he gestures vaguely with his left hand, the right one easily settling on Cas' shoulder in front of him.

“It's Halloween!” Jack answers, matter-of-factly.

“Yeah, no, I gathered that. But, um... Why?”

Sam shrugs, “Why not? We've never had a proper Halloween before.”

“Yeah, maybe because our whole lives are a Halloween special, like, all the time?”

“Come on, it's fun!”

“To turn the bunker into a haunted house?” he asks, eyebrows rising to meet his hairline.

“Dean.” Cas interjects, throwing his head back to look up at him, “We've been to haunted houses before, they look nothing like this.”

He rolls his eyes at Cas' Casness, and also at the fake wound and stitches on his left cheek.

“You look ridiculous, you know that? And don't encourage him!” he quips back, pointing a finger at Cas' face.

“Jack wanted to watch the Nightmare before Christmas tonight”, is what Cas says, instead of acknowledging Dean's words.

Slowly, he blinks up at Dean, toeing dangerously close to batting eyelashes territory, “I was thinking... ” he places a hand on top of Dean's where it rests on his shoulder and starts softly stroking at the knuckles, “We can make some popcorn and maybe bake a pumpkin pie later?”

And Dean snorts because he knows damn well that "we" actually means "you". But Cas is looking up at him with those impossibly deep eyes, and his eyebrows knit together and his lips slightly pursed. And. Yeah, that is definitely his puppy face. The bastard. He knows Dean can never say no to that face.

After a few seconds of holding onto that ocean blue stare, he sighs.

“Fine.” he says, dramatically rolling his eyes before bringing his head down to capture Cas' lips.

“Ugh. Get a room.”

And he can hear the smile in his brother's voice. But he still uses his free hand to throw Sam a middle finger, before bringing it to rest on Cas' jaw and deepening their Spiderman kiss.

“They have a room, though,” he hears Jack whisper, more to himself than anything.

But it's still enough to make Dean break the kiss and start laughing until his stomach hurts. Because. What the hell is his life. How did he end up on pie duty for a nephilim in an underground bunker covered in Halloween decorations.

He doesn't know. But Sam pats him on the back on his way to get the popcorn started, and Jack is thrilled about his cheap plastic fangs, and Cas' eyes crease at the corners when he smiles at him.

And all Dean can think is, whatever random decision he took on a whim years ago that brought him here... he sure as hell is thankful for it.

#destiel #otp: i did it all of it for you #Destielmonth #destiel fic #destiel oneshot #Destielmonth22 #deancas

[yello-friggin-dies]

Hello it’s my birthday today so my little treat for myself is some Monstrumologist headcanons

- On Halloween Pellinore and Will Henry carve jack o lanterns… Except the catch is that Pellinore buys like 30+ pumpkins and has Will Henry carve every. Single. One. Why? To work on his knife skills, obviously. How’s he gonna carve out the guts of a monster if he can’t even carve a proper face in a pumpkin? Either way, by the end of the day they’re both COVERED in pumpkin guts from head to toe as if they committed a mass murder (technically they did?) and there’s now a giant pile of the most horrifying looking pumpkins out on the front yard that passersby have trouble comprehending

- Pellinore typically prefers to work through his birthday (unless it was the magic 30 apparently) but by accident or just subconsciously, he and Will Henry always manage to gather in the parlor for tea and raspberry scones as Pellinore laments on the unimportance of birthdays and why they shouldn’t be celebrated and used as an excuse not to work while Will Henry listens and thinks “Damn this guy can’t even appreciate getting old huh”

- For Will Henry’s birthday it’s usually about the same deal, except Will Henry would tend to find a little muffin with a lit candle (Warthrop doesn’t care quite enough for proper fire safety) sitting on a plate by the ladder down from his loft. I think once though when they happened to be at Von Helrung’s and it was Will’s birthday, Von Helrung threw a huge party with a feast and gifts and cake and everything and Warthrop sat through it with the most sour expression (even though it was him who told von Helrung about it)

- Warthrop’s magic thirty is what caused him to be so against alcohol. Bro partied a little too long and a little too hard and was probably found by Von Helrung passed out and hanging out of a trashcan partially naked in some shady alleyway after being missing for two days. The minute Warthrop woke up he quit drinking all together and told Von Helrung that if he ever found him drunk, to shoot him right there and then.

- Von Helrung is the kinda person who can accurately sense a person’s like inner psyche purely based on vibes or some random telltale sign that he claims always works (even though Warthrop calls him a fool for actually believing in that ability). He probably met Kearns for the first time while out on an expedition and immediately saw through him just by his eyes.

- (Book three spoilers) During Pellinore’s time at the asylum, he was forced to participate in activities to try to get him out of his room from time to time and one of those activities was taking care of a potted plant and giving it a name. Warthrop denounced the activity and called it every synonym for stupid but nonetheless he did name his plant Warthrop the 3rd and kept it somewhat alive and took it with him when he was rescued. He later gave it to Von Helrung to take home and threatened to shoot him if he said anything else about it. He probably did pick it up after he came home though and it lives somewhere in his study now and Will Henry has to water it from time to time

#the monstrumologist #pellinore warthrop #jack kearns #will henry #von helrung #abram von helrung #headcanon #this is all true #Rick Yancey came to me in a dream and whispered this in my ear #Simon & schuster publishing was the true villain all along #GIVE US MORE MONSTRUMOLOGIST DAMN IT

[janeeyreofmanderley]

I think what bothers me about minimalism is, that it leaves no place for stories.

Here in my district is a house, built in the 1930s I guess. It has some weird random art noveau patterns painted on it. The current owner also decided that black and orange are the way to paint the house.

Honestly? It looks like a giant Jack O' Lantern at a Gatsby party to me.

And I love it. No, not as in, I like the look of it, personally I find it atrocious, but I can see that someon LIKES it this way. Someone designed it to suit their tastes, someone wanted it to look that way. It tells a story of what people like, what makes them happy.

Same goes with any special features on houses or in flats. No matter what kind of decoration it may be, whether I like it or not, it was a choice, liked by SOMEONE. It made someone happy- and I like that.

Minimalism however is often an absence of choices.

People may still like it, I don't deny that, but it makes it hard to see whether it made someone smile or not.

#anti minimalism