#spoopy eyebrows

[antagonistickool-aid]

Day 5

Caught on Camera

"BREAKING NEWS: Owner of traveling circus spotted screaming while running down main street where witnesses report him "doing a disappearing act", more at 8.

In other news local store own reports that their pet rock has gone missing(why are we reporting this?). The Phaspier Moose Woman was allegedly spotted last Friday and -"

This one is a bit random but I thought it was funny.

Scars and Scales by @intistone

#intistone #not my oc #mermay 2023 #Salad family #kelpie au #Hrm.... Why does that rock have eyebrows? #Wild Moose Lady being spoopy #Finn.... Be nice to your brother #Why is he so scared of a rock? #Whisper lost her marbles

[deandoesthingstome]

Back to Reality - A Final Fantasy

Pairing: Werewolf!Walter x Reader

Summary: Go get your wolf, girl!

Word Count: 5.2K

Warnings: 18+, NO MINORS, oral sex (m and f receiving), p in v (missionary), fingering, monster fucking (right?).

A/N: A little angst never hurt anyone, right? It'll all be okay. I swear. I wanted to get this out the day after Geralt, but life. At any rate, I think this is it for now. A real nice end to spoopy season with Walter.

Fantasy Hotel Masterlist

“Hi.” 

He wasn’t right there when you turned from the counter after picking up your coffee, but he was standing close enough that there was no mistaking who he was greeting. Had he been any closer, you probably would have sloshed your latte all over his chunky, dark blue sweater and you were glad you stopped short when you saw him. You didn’t think he’d want to smell like pumpkin spice the rest of the day.

“Hi yourself,” you smiled, a little shyly. 

When you asked at the front desk if they really meant anything, and then again if they could get a message to Walter, you had no idea he’d show up at your regular coffee shop the very same day. As in the day after the night you'd just been with another man. It wasn’t as awkward as you’d thought it might be, but it wasn’t exactly relaxed either.

You'd been dreaming of this moment, but now embarrassment began to creep in and you wondered if you'd made a mistake. Several of them. Four to be exact.

"Would you like to sit and talk with me?"

The urge to sink right to the floor in front of him was hard to resist but you were still at a coffee shop and people were lined up to grab their to-go orders so you found an empty table in a secluded corner and sat yourself down across from him.

His eyes were melancholy and you imagined they matched the lonely howl from your night with August. There was no mistaking it and you wanted to wipe the sorrow from his face but how could you? You were likely the cause and he was probably just here to tell you to forget it as a courtesy since you'd stupidly put your business on blast at the front desk. Fuck.

"You alright over there? You look a million miles away. You sure you're okay to talk with me?"

You took a deep breath and let it rush out.

"It's really nice of you to do this in person. A lot of guys would just not call."

"Not call? What are you...? What do you think is happening here?"

"I mean, you came to tell me to back off, right? Like, you're flattered and all, but you wouldn't, couldn't be with me after everyone I've been with. I mean, you worked with those guys."

"So you know I don't work there anymore. That was the first thing I wanted to say, so good. That's out of the way."

Why would he want you to know that? Maybe so you knew you could keep going back to the hotel and not have to worry about running into him? He continued.

"But why on earth do you think I'm here to tell you to back off?" he raised a quizzical eyebrow at you.

It was as if all the air was suddenly knocked out of you and it was all you could do to gather your wits to answer him.

"Well, I just thought...I mean, you can't possibly want someone who..."

"What? Someone who isn't afraid to go after what she wants?" Now both eyebrows raised.

"Walter. You can't mean that. You...I'm sorry but you don't look like someone who's super excited about the prospect."

He paused.

"I know I look tired. I am tired. I've been up nights trying to figure this out. But, look, my exhaustion is also not all about this. I left the hotel for a few reasons. One was you, but maybe not why you think."

"Well, why did you?"

"It's not ‘cause I fell hard, though I did. And you might think that made it difficult to keep hosting, and you'd be right. But honestly I got torn. Torn between knowing you were having the time of your life, which you absolutely deserve to do, and dealing with the taunting."

"Taunting?"

"Some of the guys figured out how I felt, and one of them started giving me shit about it. Betting me he could steal you from me if you ever made it to his room, not that you were even mine to begin with. And, yeah, feeling the way I do made it harder and harder to host properly so I made a decision."

"You left."

"I left."

You thought back to your night with August and now you knew for certain he was referring to Walter. And after what Geralt had said, you wondered why August gave you an option to shut him out. It sounded like August wanted Walt to see, to know you were being satisfied by another man. You could understand how that must have felt. You had jealous thoughts, too, when you found all Walt’s time slots had been booked. Imagining him with other women, well, it wasn’t all bad, but it wasn’t the greatest feeling in the world either. And yet, Walter indicated there were other reasons he left.

"But that's not all?"

"I was also studying part time and between all the bookings, I was falling farther and farther behind. I had to stay up late to finish assignments and I had an important test coming, so I quit to focus on that because I never wanted to host forever, but once you came along, I never wanted to do it again."

You were speechless. Awestruck. If anyone had told you that Walter felt the same way about you from the get go, as you found yourself feeling about him after weeks of experiences, you would have said they were crazy. And yet, here he was, spilling his guts. He gave it all up without even knowing if he had a shot with you.

"And you don't care I went back? To other rooms?"

Walter looked around the coffee shop, then turned and spoke cautiously to you.

“Can we…? Look, I know we don’t really know each other, and if you want to do this in a public place, I get it. But could we at least take a walk? I feel like everyone’s looking at us and I can’t think straight.”

This man was flustered and you were, too. Confused by all the feelings and emotions and confessions. Plus, what did you really know about Walter anyway?

“I’m going to text some friends and let them know where I am and who I’m with. Is that okay?”

“Yeah. Of course. We’ll just head across the way to the park, okay?”

“I’ll be right out.”

sendmeanangel: you’ll never guess who showed up to get coffee this morning    sendmeanangel: we’re having coffee and talking in the park across from a place called The Runcible Spoon.   sendmeanangel: I’ll text again in an hour so don’t expect any replies until then

Then you shut off your phone and headed out to meet Walter.

MNstrluvr: Ohmygodddd! darkgothnightengale: it’s all happening!!! Where are you now? darkgothnightengale: hello??? I know it’s only been 20 minutes but how can you not have just admitted your feelings and jumped his bones by now? Give us all the details!

You found him on a park bench and sat, one leg drawn up with a foot tucked under your other knee so you could turn to face him while you talked. You wanted him to reach out and touch you as well, run his hand over your arm while you talked, but maybe you weren’t there yet. Maybe that would be awkward.

He took a deep breath and began.

"As to your question from before: I can't lie and say I don't care or wish I'd told you that very night how I thought I was feeling, but I thought it was way too soon to trust those feelings. And since you didn't know, and we weren't together, how could I expect you to just not do what you wanted? That's something else that's kept me up at night. Thinking about how to reconcile my feelings about you with both our pasts.”

Walt went on to tell you how much your night together had affected him. How he couldn’t get you out of his mind. He apologized for the locker room talk. He knew Sy had mentioned it and he felt miserable about it. It was just something they did, share notes in case a guest came back around so they could make sure to work any of their favorite things into the stay. They weren’t usually so personal with the comments, but he’d gotten carried away.

August had been particularly prickish about it, especially when it became clear how uncomfortable talking about the guests was making Walter, even going so far as to taunt Walter with the exact date and time of your reservation in his room. He’d given notice the next day.

“I’m sorry.”

“Why are you sorry?”

“You quit your job over me. Well, sorta. What are you going to do now?”

“I was already working towards my private investigator license. Ironic, huh? A PI and I couldn’t find the one person I really wanted. I asked the hotel, but they were not interested in breaking protocol or the privacy agreement. And until I got the call this morning, I thought I wasn’t on the best of terms with them anyway. I think I left them kinda high and dry. But the desk agent is a friend.”

“Yeah, Geralt mentioned something…” you trailed off, embarrassed to be bringing up your latest conquest.

“Who’s Geralt?” Of course he didn’t know.

“He’s a new host at the hotel,” you answered sheepishly.

“Oh. Right.” Walter looked away for a moment. “Of course.”

“Walter, I’m sorry. I wasn't trying to hurt your feelings.”

“By going back there?” he turned to you again. “How could you know I had feelings to hurt?”

“Well, I knew I had feelings that hurt.”

He stared at you in disbelief as you continued.

“I thought about you almost every day after our night together. I kept going back to different rooms, because I’d had such a good time and I wanted to see what else was out there. And look, I did have good times. I hope that’s not a problem.”

“I hosted other guests after you. I can’t really say anything about it, can I?”

“Right. Okay, well. The more time that went by, the more hosts I met and experiences I had, the more I knew I only wanted you. And then I couldn’t find you.”

“Find me?”

“I tried to re-book your room for weeks. You were always full.”

“You tried… What?”

“I know it’s probably super odd for me to keep going back there the way I have been, and then admit that I also wanted to come back to your room. But it’s true. That’s what’s been happening.”

“I guess the only thing I can say to that is I’m flattered. And then to let you know that if you still feel that way, I’d love to take you out tonight. I’d love to stop talking about all this time we’ve lost and maybe see if we can move forward. Because it took me a while but I realize it doesn't matter either way. Whether you went back or not. You are your own person. You're allowed to experience life the way you want to. I'm just here hoping you want to experience it with me again."

sendmeanangel: okay, i’m back and still alive, but i need a shower. Gimme another hour. I’ll fill you in I swear! MNstrluvr: meana, where are you????? Did you already fuck him???

sendmeanangel: oh my god you guys are insane. It’s only been 45 minutes MNstrluvr: you can’t just drop that and run. You had to have to known we’d need more sooner sendmeanangel: i think i’m allowed to gather all the intel before i share it with you lol darkgothnightengale: you got your intel and then bailed for a shower! Boo! MNstrluvr: so what’s happening? Why are you stalling like this??? sendmeanangel: he’s taking me out on a real, honest-to-goodness date tonight MNstrluvr: YES!!! Where are you going? sendmeanangel: dinner and then a moonlight walk darkgothnightengale: isn’t it a full moon tonight? sendmeanangel: yep ;) MNstrluvr: you are so getting fucked outdoors!! sendmeanangel: Wait someone's at the door. I think it’s my lunch. Hold on. MNstrluvr: send them away and come back to finish this talk!!!

"Walt? What're you...?" you spoke with surprise, thinking he wouldn't be here to pick you up for dinner for another five hours at least. It had only been one since you gave him your address and left him at the park, floating home on cloud nine. Now he stood in front of you, a bag of food in his hand.

"I couldn't wait any longer. I had to just...can I...?" Walter  dropped the bag and made a motion, hands out in something like a plea, knee beginning to bend with something like reverence. Nothing you understood until you nodded your head.

He stepped forward then, into your space, your tiny studio apartment that until now was always just fine for your needs but suddenly seemed three sizes too small for the man who was bending to kiss you and wrap his arms around your thighs, urging you to encircle his waist with your legs as he moved to kick the door closed behind him.

Your fingers tangled in his gorgeous locks as you relished the feel of his lips on yours once more. You'd only experienced that two times with Walter at the hotel, and the urgency of only one of those came even close to the feel of this one, and you suddenly wondered if he'd held something back when he kissed you goodbye back then. The euphoria blinded you to any other movement until you felt your body peeled from his and deposited on your sofa. And not that you minded couch sex, as previously confirmed with Mike, nor were you assured in the moment that couch sex was the end goal, but you wondered briefly when you'd have a moment to help him unfold the futon, since your studio only had enough room for a convertible bed.

For now, Walter simply slipped down to the floor and settled between your thighs, braced his arms tightly against your hips, caressed the bare skin between your shirt and pants with his rough hands, and nuzzled his face into your stomach. You held him close, hands still shifting through his curls and you could swear you heard a whimper, but whether from you or him it didn't seem to matter.

For a few beats, it was just this sweet. A man on his knees before you, somehow awed by your presence and content to be pressed against you, to feel you hold him close. And then it was more. Then it was his mouth, covering a clothed breast with warmth, teeth nipping at the flesh through your shirt, his tongue leaving saliva on the fabric so that it clung to your erect nipple protruding proudly regardless of your bra and top in the way.

When he noticed you staring down, as if surprised by your body’s own response, he simply smirked and moved his attention to the other side. When he tired of the barrier, he slipped his hands up your back under your shirt to unhook your bra, then lifted both articles of clothing up your body and pulled them off your arms, before returning his attention back to your chest and his hands to your hips.

Heat was building, and along with it, an urge to roll up into him. When he felt the movements of your hips, he drew a hand over one thigh to cup it against your clothed sex as he peeled his head back to gaze up at you.

"Just as eager as I am," he grinned. "I like that."

"Please, Walter," you begged, though for what exactly you weren't sure.

"I got you," he emphasized with a firm press of the heel of his palm, dragging it up and over your increasingly sensitive nub to hook his fingers into the waistband of your leggings. At your approval, he removed them and settled back between your legs, though he nuzzled a little lower than before.

He dragged you down, pulling your ass off the edge of the futon so he had a clear path to his objective. You expected him to dive right in, hoping he remembered what he already learned from before, and then he spoke and your mind exploded.

"Such a delightful sight," he said, tracing down the crease of one thigh and up the other with a finger you desperately wanted him to dip inside you. And he could tell. "She's so eager, positively dripping, isn't she?" He squeezed an inside thigh, then nipped and licked the other before speaking again.

"Yes, Walter. Please," you gasped, already anticipating the sensations he was going to create for you. You shuddered and bucked involuntarily at his low chuckle, putting your pussy directly against his lips and he didn't try to resist any longer.

His hunger was apparent, and it matched the desire building in you. He lapped eagerly, licked and sucked with need, tongued expertly at all the spots he already knew were favorites and then he found a few more, too. You tried to hold onto a fleeting thought about his technique before it drifted into the air above you as you found your fingers back in his hair, clutching and pulling him close to your core. Walter feasted like there was no tomorrow and you closed your eyes with the knowledge you were going to have as many tomorrows with this man as you wanted.

When you came it was with the cry of his name on your lips. He crawled up off the floor to settle on the futon beside you, scooping you onto his lap and hugging you close to help steady you.

He placed kisses on your forehead and spoke words into the consciousness you struggled to maintain as your chest heaved. "Shh, I got you. You're good. So good. So beautiful."

"Walter, that was..., jesus..., fuck...," you stammered, barely able to control your thoughts and you wished you could have sunk into the ground below you when you heard the next words out of your mouth. "Did Sy give you pointers?"

Walter's immediate laugh was hearty and heartwarming, dispelling the thoughts you had that you deserved to be tossed across the room for even daring to bring it up.

"I've always known clients prefer him for that over any of the rest of us. I took him out for beers one night and I may have begged for a trick or five. Sy's a good guy and he thought you deserved it, though I'm sure he never would have agreed if he thought I was coming back to the hotel." Walt bent to capture your lips and when he was done kissing you hard and deep, he spoke again. "I do, too. Think you deserve it."

"What about you?" you asked, aware now of a hardness pressing against your flesh through his pants. "Don't you deserve more, too?"

You wiggled off his lap and stood, hand out to urge him up. You swallowed hard as he towered over you, eyes full of desire and lust.

"I deserve whatever you're willing to give me."

"I'll give you everything, Walt," you admitted, fingers already working the buckle of his belt and buttons of his pants.

His lips crashed to yours as soon as he tossed his sweater to the floor and he held you entranced with his tongue even after you dropped his jeans down his legs along with his boxers. It was just a low growl but the sound from the back of his throat was enough to send a wave of slick down your thigh as you clenched around the space where you most desired him to be.

"Fuck, Walter," you gasped into his mouth and begged. "Fuck me, please."

It was a mad dash to remove his boots so he could discard his pants, though not before he grabbed the made-just-for-him condoms from the pocket, and then unfold the futon for a larger surface area on which he could move you around and manipulate your passion. It was no plush cabin bed, but it would have to do.

"Fuck, I wanted this outside tonight," he admitted, staring at you as he rutted into your core with abandon. 

"It's a full moon tonight," you noted, as if he wouldn’t already know that.

"I still wanna fuck you under it," he growled, staring deep into your eyes.

You were losing control, falling up through space and time as you felt every inch of him against every inch of you and it still wasn't enough. You couldn't stop your eyes from closing as you begged him for more.

"Hey," he called, lifting your leg around his waist and when you opened your eyes you saw him smile as you wrapped your other leg the same way without prodding from him. You were mesmerized by the motion of his hips and barely caught the glint, a hint of change to amber, but you did.

“No!” He stilled immediately but you held on as he tried to withdraw from you. “No, stay with me, here just like this. We can do that again, later, whenever. Just,” you drew a hand to cup his face, “please. Like this. Like you. Just you.” You kissed him deep and rolled your hips to spur him on again.

You were prepared to feel less full, less fucked, though not by much, with Walter in human form. You were not prepared for the way he fucked you to feel just as animalistic as the monster. His assault was merciless, even as he grunted in your ear all the ways he was going to make you his. How he planned to take you softly in the moonlight so you’d know it didn’t matter what form he was in, you could have him any way you wanted. 

When you finally came apart for him, he let loose with a loud growl and you were sure your neighbors were gonna call the landlord any minute. He hurried back to your side after disposing of the spent condom, curling around you and melting you in his warmth.

“Do you have anywhere you need to be?” he asked. “I still wanna take you to dinner, but I’d love to just stay here with you for awhile. If that’s okay?”

You were about to answer him, but your returning senses also meant you could hear the buzzing vibrations of notifications on your phone. Shit!

“Uh, no. I don’t have to be anywhere. Maybe you could grab that bag you left outside and we can see what else I can scrounge up for us to eat right now?”

You grabbed your phone as he peeled open the door, careful to tuck himself behind it as he grabbed for the food, lest a neighbor get a view they didn’t pay for.

sendmeanangel: okay look. He’s here. Right now. Can’t talk. All good. MMNstrluvr: MEANA!!! darkgothnightengale: GIRL YOU BETTER SPILL SOON!

You found some chips and salsa and split your sandwich with Walt, not that it looked like nearly enough food to tide him over till dinner. But he didn’t seem to mind. The next few hours flew by as you both sought to learn as much about each other as you could as soon as possible.

He explained that the special skill he had only worked within the confines of a vortex, over which the hotel had been built. It’s why he couldn’t bend time to allow him to study and work and wonder about you without losing sleep somewhere along the way.

After a shower, and some shower head, and then another shower, Walter asked if he could take you somewhere special for dinner. Somewhere not in town. He let you send GPS coordinates to your online friends with the promise they wouldn’t send you any details of the location. He wanted it to be a surprise for you. They were only to use it if you didn’t check in after dinner and again in the morning and once more when you were back at your apartment.

The sun was just sinking low with a burst of evening color when Walt pulled up to the lakeside cabin. He helped you out of his truck, then grabbed your overnight bags and the groceries from the backseat. You couldn’t wait to see the place in the full daylight, but you could already tell it was magical. 

An a-frame cabin with large windows faced the lake. An oversized wooden deck made up a large seating area and all around landing pad in front of the entrance. A set of side steps allowed access from the driveway, but along the full length of the deck three stairs led to a narrower mulched path that in turn led to a wooden dock out onto the lake. A seating area was visible there as well, though there were no chairs.

Walt let you in first, then followed and set the bags down before closing the door.

He must have noticed you still admiring the sunset out the windows.

"I can make it last."

You blinked and turned, curious about what he'd just offered.

"Are we in a vortex then?"

"Yes, I got lucky finding this spot. Don't own the place, yet, so I can't come out whenever I want, but I made sure tonight was free."

"And, I mean, no. It's beautiful but I'm really looking forward to the moon. Can you make that last?"

He bit his lip and nodded, letting a smile and glance drift to the floor, shaking his head as if he still couldn't believe his luck.

"Yeah, I definitely can," he grinned at you before sweeping you into his arms. He kissed you hard and deep and you could feel the way he held back.

"Don't," you said, pulling away from the kiss so you could look him in the eye.

"Don't make it last?" he asked, confusion furrowing his brow.

"Don't hold back."

He did not. Every ounce of your clothing was on the floor next to his in what felt like a heartbeat. He was pawing at every inch of your body and you were enjoying it, the way he caressed you, held you, molded you to his form.

"Outside?"

"Won't matter," he huffed between kisses. "She's not up yet. Later. After dinner."

"Will you do it anyway?" you asked, and nodded earnestly when he asked if you were sure.

He again didn't waste a moment. One second he was Walter, the next he was the wolf and he was at your throat. Then down your body, then between your legs.

He made you come on his tongue at least three times before he presented his enormously hard member to you and helped you work your mouth around the tip.

You wanted so much more. You gave it your best shot. But he was huge. Larger than you recalled. When it was clear you'd need your hand to cover him completely, he licked your palms and wrapped your fingers around his length.

He pulled you off just as you finally found the right rhythm, the right pressure, the right speed.

"You're gonna make me come," he growled.

"Kinda the point, Walt," you grinned up at him. "C'mon, lemme..."

"You asked me not to hold back. Sorta assumed you meant the fucking."

"I meant don't..." you licked your lips. "Hold..." then your hand. "Back..." And with that, you took him back into your mouth and kept working him to climax.

You swallowed him down and glanced up, marveling at the way he shifted. The hair receded, though clearly not completely. The nose shortened, teeth shrunk, though a fang still peeked from his mouth as he panted for air. His stature gave back the extra inches balancing on the balls of his feet gained him. And with claws retracted back into his normally large hands, he reached to bring you to his feet before him.

After the kiss, you admitted, "I just figured the faster we finish dinner, the faster we can get to her."

His laugh never failed to make you feel safe and at home.

"That isn't how the moon rise works, but I appreciate the initiative."

She was just at the horizon of the mountain crest behind the cabin when Walt cleared the plates from the table. You started a quick, warm shower just to freshen up and welcomed him into your arms when he joined you.

Then he dried you off, handed you a flannel of his to wear, escorted you outside where he shifted on the way down the steps and led you to the end of the dock. You sat between his legs, back against his chest, and let the heat radiating from him keep you warm. You smelled the chill in the air you knew would lead to frost soon, but not tonight, not tomorrow.

She peered over the tree tops and cast her gaze upon you. You felt her power and you felt his power and you arched against him as he moved his hand between your legs. He nuzzled down your neck, nipped at your shoulder, and carefully, with precision, made you come on his hand.

As you recovered, you unbuttoned the shirt, slipped it off your body, and laid it down behind you. You made your way to your back, letting the flannel shield your bare skin from the hard wood planks. And you pulled him to you, urged him inside you, and held him close. Your bodies moved in tandem as she shone brightly across the gentle rippling of the water, her reflection casting you in her glow.

Walt didn't lie about taking you gently. It was like nothing you ever imagined being with a wolf would be like. As sensual as any touch any man or monster had ever given you, and given your recent adventures, that was saying a lot.

But you could tell he was still holding back.

"I get it Walt," you whispered in his ear. "This doesn't have to be the way you say it though." You smoothed the fur along his face as he pulled back to watch your face. "Don't hold back."

With a snarl, he did as you bid, taking you apart as he had back at your place just mere hours ago. Though once the moon reached her peak, you could tell he'd halted time and it was gonna have to be you to beg him for mercy, plead with him to stop treating you to the most intense, overpowering yet intimate orgasms you'd ever felt. You had to urge him to finally come and let the moon fall how she wanted.

"I love you, too," you whispered to him as he collapsed beside you.

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[mattmurdocksscars]

Yay spoopy blurbs!!!! 👻❤️ Can I please have demon Frank with “Are you sure? Once we start, i might not be able to stop.“ Love 💖💖💖

Summoning a demon on your weekend off was not what you originally had planned but looking at him now, you certainly weren't complaining.

"And whats a pretty thing like you doing summoning a demon like me?" Even his voice is pure sin, gruff and commanding.

"To be fair, I didn't think it would actually work." You admit in a voice that's much stronger than you feel at the moment. The demon in front of you laughs and you can't help but to smile.

"What can I do for you, sweetheart?" He coos. You look him over and feel the warmth in your cheeks as you realize just how handsome the demon in front of you is. A demon of desire according to the book. A few glasses of wine had given you the courage to recite the encantation to summon him but now that he was actually here in front of you, you were having trouble articulating what you actually wanted.

"I... I'm lonely and I'm looking for some company." You admit quietly. The demon in front of you raises an eyebrow.

"Well, you know what kind of demon I am. Is that the sort of company you're looking for?" Shyly, you nod your head. "Are you sure? Once we start, I might not be able to stop. I need your full permission. Verbally."

"Yes...? I'm sorry, what should I call you?"

"Frank."

"Yes, Frank. I give my body to you for the remainder of the night." Frank grins, a sinister thing that causes chills to run down your body.

"I'm gonna take good care of you. Don't you worry."

And take care of you he did.

#demon! frank castle #frank castle x reader #spooktober

[thedarkmistress16]

Happy spoopy month!👻Here's a sus tones wip that I did not plan on expanding but it happened anyway 🤷

Yandere!Tony Stark x Reader- The Little Things (Fluff, Romantic relationship, Pet names/Endearments, Physical affection, Bonding, Yandere quirks, Nondescript reader, Early Iron Man era like 1 or 2, Watch out he may be OOC again AHhh) (Fic Warning- Short Oneshot)

gifs used not mine as always. Couldn't find a source for the second gif, tho.

Striding into the lab where your partner is with exasperated purpose, you huff impatiently. “Tony, I can’t get this stupid thing off. The clasp has been slipping out of my hand for the past twelve minutes.”

“You were counting?” Tony quips in his rolling chair, closing out the live feed of the living area you just stepped out of. He spins himself around to properly face you and sighs dreamily, silently drinking you in as you continue to distractedly tug at the bracelet.

"I swear this thing went on no problem this morning…" You add as an afterthought, recalling how flawlessly you were able to latch it onto your arm in comparison. You don't remember jewelry being this finicky before.

"Really, now?" The man drawls, not moving an inch as he observes the locked bracelet plummeting back down to drape over your wrist for what feels to be the hundredth time at this point. “Need any help?” He innocently asks, wiggling his eyebrows playfully at you.

You stubbornly refuse to meet his mirthful gaze even as you approach him and thrust your arm out. Tony chuckles before guiding you over to a clean table you can lean on while he fiddles with the delicate piece of jewelry.

You take in his appearance as the brunette busies himself with the metal chain, noticing his casual approach to the day- the circular illumination of his arc reactor being the most prominent sight over his charcoal tee of a rock band, and sporting some very faded denim underneath. You then look around the lab and spot a mug branded with his company’s logo where he was originally sitting, and you briefly wonder if your intrusion kept him from anything important. Judging from the haphazard state of the room, whatever he was doing didn't seem construction related, and his A.I. would’ve warned you otherwise, you supposed. You're about to voice this when you turn your focus back to the inventor in question, but the thought quickly leaves your mind when your eyes land upon the bracelet again.

“Why did you get me this anyway?” You ponder aloud, assessing the profile of your boyfriend’s knitted expression as he concentrates himself on his task. Even after four months, you still couldn't figure him out.

“Do you not like it?” Tony stops short, his head shooting up to look at you with concern already blossoming on his features. You’re quick to correct yourself with equally widened eyes, taken aback by his reaction.

“No! It’s lovely and easy to match with! I just-" you falter, averting your gaze. "It’s… too much work to put on all the time…”

It sounded stupid when you said it out loud, even if it was true. The clasp was having an infuriating tendency to lock up at the worst times as of late, but it's never been so egregiously problematic until this afternoon. You were planning on snapping the entire thing off with a pair of Tony's cutters if he wasn't in the lab today.

The brunette visibly calms, his features softening. “I’ll always help you out with anything you need.” He sounds casual yet resolute about it, but you can't help but find it unnecessary. “I thought you knew that by now. Dating a genius, billionaire, philanthropist superhero has its perks, y’know. You won’t see me judging you for enjoying yourself.”

You sheepishly look back, a weary smile painted across your lips. “I don’t want to inconvenience you-” He adamantly shakes his head, and the soured expression he dons has the rest of your words fizzle out on your tongue.

“Never,” he spits out fiercely, his attention dropping to the bracelet again, “you’re never an inconvenience.” You fall silent, unsure of what words to respond with, electing to watch him meticulously work instead.

Soon, with an almost practiced touch, the chain falls away as if he broke a magic spell. You're about to take your hand back, but Tony engulfs it in both of his. He meets your curious eyes with his own, expressing an unusual and calmed seriousness in his brows that gives you pause.

“Darling, I love your visits, and you look good in anything. Preferably, not at all.” He comments good-naturedly, flipping your wrist over to place a kiss on a protruding vein, and you try to hold back a blush at how intimate it felt. The gentle touch he exudes startles you, but not nearly as much as when he moves those caresses down to the reddened pads of your fingers. There, the calloused digits rub circles exactly where you ran the skin ragged multiple times over.

His gaze drifts over to the discarded accessory that tormented you, critically looking it over. "I can make some adjustments- some good, ol' Stark ingenuity and it'll be fresh out of the box." He contemplates the idea before quickly shaking his head. "On second thought, I'll whip you up a new one instead. How's that sound? Something with more style- I want you to dazzle the world, baby." He winks up at you and you can’t help but laugh as he continues at a louder volume, turning his attention to the rest of the lab. "Jarvis, buddy- make a note of this, yeah?"

"New note titled: ‘This, yeah?’ Done, sir."

Tony glares at the monitor across the space that just dinged to life with a new notification. "We'll talk about this later, young man." The overly authoritative way that Tony counters back has you trying to muffle most of your reaction at the banter.

"Duly noted, sir." The voice drones back unflinchingly.

"Ah-ah-ah, shush!" The brunette exclaims suddenly, "no more notes! You're in timeout, Jarvis. Mute." You had a feeling the A.I. would've had a comeback otherwise. Tony pivots back to look at you, his expression shifting the mood into something more sincere that quells the rest of your amusement. “I don't do this just for anyone, so don’t think you don’t deserve to be pampered. Whatever you need, I'm there. Even if it's for a silly little trinket.”

You mull the words over and nod, watching his goatee lift around his growing smile. Tony's other hand moves up your arm, creating goosebumps in their wake. He wordlessly pulls you closer to him, beckoning and waiting. You can’t find any reason to deny him, so you surrender yourself to his affections.

As you let yourself cuddle into the arms of your caring partner, the billionaire's attention falls back onto the table where your bracelet lies. The single, white-colored faceted gem engraved with designs that mimic his arc reactor starts flashing blue. Tony's quick to quietly snatch it up and pocket it in his jeans in one fluid motion without alerting you. The ever-whirring gears in his mind contemplate employing a more genuine metal this time, one that would prevent the device from chaffing your skin and deteriorating as rapidly as before. Maybe implementing a different locking mechanism as well, just in case. If he gets the blueprints done fast enough, it can be your half-year anniversary present.

#moi writing #yandere tony stark #yandere tony stark x reader #tony stark x reader #prob my most boring addition ngl #side note: #there were no pre-motivational gifs this time just a pure writing stint #i dont remember if the number joke/ref was on purpose or not but its there oops lol #i dont think this dialogue's good but its something

[riddle-me-ri]

Hey i was wondering if you could do a dano!Riddler x reader where the reader asks Eddie to watch Saw and he loves the traps

A/N: Hell yeah I can! Because he'd be all over that! I'm not gonna lie, when I saw the rat maze contraption around the commissioner's head I was reminded of the reverse bear trap. It wouldn't surprise me if Reeves also took inspiration from Palpat-I mean John Kramer (oops, it's the robe sorry not sorry) for inspiration. Hope you guys enjoy it! Also! anything both bolded and italicized is a quote from the film...no I didn't rewatch the first Saw for this...maybe...

Trigger Warnings: spoilers for Saw 1 (albeit it's like almost 20 years old rip), demented thoughts of violence and murder, cause duh. Although nothing is explicitly described, gore-wise.

Word Count: 1.5 k

Dano!Riddler x Reader - Wanna Play a Game?

Once Edward’s swirling vengeful thoughts got combined with indisputable facts he found. Facts that gave credence to his underlying hatred and proved that Gotham City is corrupt and that something has to be done. 

He had to do something. 

To don a mask, be a symbol for the city and its elite that chooses to reap not from what they've sown but from those that suffer and without consequence.

"Hey Eddie, wanna watch a movie tonight? I think you'll really enjoy this one!"

Ah, and then there was you. 

You deserved so much better. You deserved a city that cared, a city that helped, and a city that loved. When you two had met, Edward saw light for the very first time in Gotham. 

You two were regulars at the diner down the street from his apartment only to find out you lived in the same complex. It still confounds him that you were still here, you chose to stay here. That you chose to stay…and stay with him.

He had to do something, he had to make the city better. Better for you, to make space for your light to shine through. 

"C-Coming!" Edward tucked his pen in between the pages of his ledger, marked where he left off and pushed the pad to the side. 

The unmistakable sound of popping, signaled him to know you were in the kitchen. However he turned to look and the microwave was on but you weren't there. 

"Gotcha!" You wrapped your arms around his soft frame and leaned your head into his back. 

Ed jolted but instantly relaxed when he felt your familiar warmth. He placed his arms around yours and chuckled softly. 

"Did I scare you?" You asked.

He turned down to see your face squished against his green sweatshirt. Your eyes creased from your wide smile as you beamed at him. Beamed him with your light. 

He chuckled softly, “you did! You got me!” 

You giggled. You squeezed your grasp around him one more time before tending to the freshly popped popcorn in the microwave. 

“Go sit down on the couch. I’ll be right there!” 

“Okay, what exactly are we watching tonight?” 

“Well, since it’s spoopy season, I figured we can start with a modern classic slasher flick.”

Ed took a seat on the couch and bunched up the quilt over his lap. His head popped up at your statement, his eyebrows quirked in confusion. 

“Did you just say…spoopy?”

You nod. “Yeah, why?”

“Don’t you mean spooky?”

You shrugged, “but spoopy is cuter, and I’m cute so it’s well within my cuteness privileges to use it.”

Ed blinked to try and process this new information, but you are cute and he wasn’t going to argue that fact. He nodded, “point taken.”

“That also means you can say it too.” You hopped on the cushion next to him. Some popcorn flying out of the bowl. Ed laughed before taking the bowl from you so you could get under the covers and comfortable. 

When it finally hit Edward’s mind what you were implying. Ed’s face started to flush a faint pink color. Ed chuckled shyly, “i-it may take awhile to get used to that.”

“What spoopy?”

“Well, yes, but mostly being referred to as cute…” 

You smiled sweetly before you lean in to plant a sweet kiss on his cheek. “Just you wait, Nashton. I’ll have you believe a lot of things about yourself as straight facts!”

He shook his head bashfully, he doesn’t fully believe you, but he sure won’t stop you from trying. 

“Anyway, have you ever heard of the Saw movies? They’re pretty gruesome but they’ve become classics in their own right.”

“I-I think so…I’ve seen the puppet character on a tricycle, but that’s it.”

“Ah, yeah, that’s Billy, I think you’ll like it. Atleast the first one, there’s like seven or eight of these. The first three aren’t so bad. You ready?” You asked as you snuggled into Edward’s side.

“Ready when you are.” He smiled as he wrapped an arm around you, perfectly encased you into him. 

You pressed play. 

“I want to play a game.”

Little did you know of just how much you just opened up to Edward’s mind. 

The traps were primitive, solvable, but excruciating and gruesome. 

The victims, the people who didn’t appcreciate their lives. The panic and fear in their wide bloodshot eyes. Their fictional lives flashing before their eyes as they struggle to survive.

This is what Edward wants the mayor, the DA, the commissioner…most of all Carmine Falcone to endure. To bring forth his own renewal.

What if the traps weren’t solvable…well…not the traps themselves…

The scene with Jigsaw’s second victim began. A naked man named Mark is smothered in flammable gel but must use the burning candle to illuminate the safe combinations to get access to the antidote for a slow-acting poison running in his veins. Meanwhile, slowly cut his feet with every step he took on the glass-covered floor.

What if it was another puzzle they had to solve…a cypher…riddles…?

Ed’s eyes widened at that idea. You looked over and notice your boyfriend went pretty quiet, but it was obvious he was very engrossed in what was going on. You had a feeling he’d be into it. 

You just had no idea how right you were. 

Whenever a new trap, a new game as Jigsaw put it, showed up on screen; you felt Edward squeezed your hand but he never once wavered his view away from the screen. To say he was transfixed was an understatement. 

You had no doubt his mind was going into hyperdrive. Analyzing all the possibilities, the set-ups, the machinations of the traps, the clues, and how he’d escape and outsmart the killer. You didn’t doubt he would probably realize the twist to it all and how everyone left was theoretically connected.

Well, you were partially right. Yes, Ed did figure out the connection between the men in bathroom, and he did deduce Jigsaw to Kramer. 

“-sick of people who don’t appreciate their blessings! Sick of those who scoff at the suffering of others! I’m sick of it all!” 

Yes, Edward Nashton was sick of it too. 

As Jigsaw closed the doors on one of the victims, Adam, in the dilapidated bathroom to rot. The film ended and the credits began to roll. 

“Well, whatcha think, Eddie?” 

You shook him when there was no response. “Ed.”

“Hm?”

“What do you think? Pretty smart, huh? Amazing what two film graduates and a 1.2 million dollar budget can pull off…” 

“Y-Yeah, that…that was definitely intriguing.” He nodded. His brain was still taking it all in. This was how he could do it…how he could set forth his own renewal for Gotham, in his own way. 

You got up to put away the empty popcorn bowl in the sink and to get a fresh beverage from the fridge. Ed was still on the couch, lingering in his own thoughts. 

“Hey…uh..Y/N?”

“Yeah, babe?”

He inhaled a little, he wasn’t used to that term of endearment either. “Didn’t you say this was a series?”

“Yeah, they made like eight different ones…I think the last two were spin-offs though. Why?” You came back from the kitchen, you had your preferred drink in one hand, and a hot chocolate for Edward in the other. 

“C-Could we watch the next one, i-if you don’t mind that is…”

“No not at all, I’m surprised, you seem really into it.” You smiled, happy to see Edward enjoying something new, somewhat. 

You set your drink down and go to set up the next film. You didn’t even notice Ed had leaped up from his seat and ran back to his office. When you turn around to take your seat, you saw him with one of his ledgers and a pen primed and ready on a blank page. 

You quirked your eyebrow, “is there a quiz on this I’m not aware about?” 

He looked up at you and then down at his supplies. He chuckles nervously, “oh…uh…no, no. Nothing like that, I just…wanna jot down these clues. I can only imagine things will get more complex with every new installment.”

You shrugged, he wasn’t necessarily wrong, and with how his brain worked it didn’t surprise you. He looked pretty cute wrapped up in a quilt with his pen and paper. Pushing his glasses back in their proper position. 

“Have I told you how absolutely adorable you are, Eddie?” You took your seat again, right next to him and under the quilt. You wrapped your arms around his and buried your cheek into his arm. 

“Y-Yes you’ve implied it a couple times today…” He blushed. 

“Okay, just making sure I’m reaching my daily quota.” You kissed his cheek, and corrected his glasses for him when they fell off the bridge of his nose. 

You pressed play once again. 

I want to play a game. 

A game indeed…Edward thought as he started writing.

#paul dano riddler x reader #paul dano edward nashton x reader #dano!riddler x reader #dano!edward nashton x reader #ri writes

[cadaverdolls]

Whoops! Big oops. I forgot to post this when I finished it.

Todays plushie gun victim is @mikahshell

Choose Adam because of that vine. Yknow the one?

☁️ Poof! ☁️

Just remembered why I forgot to post this. I re did it because I didn’t like how my shadows looked then got distracted. Curse my short term memory.

Doll break down below.

Short fur for the hair for sure and the bangs can be embroidered to the head since they pretty short (I’d lower the eyebrows though). Gave the mouth an uneven kind of unsure look? From what I know the uneven mouth thing isn’t a big deal to make for the embroidery machines. Tattoos or large patches of different skin color can be something they might not be able to do. Unless the company is chill with bleaching/dying the doll. Might just be stuck with the base and only be able to add stuff with the embroidery. Researching what a maker won’t or will do is important.

I added bloom to the highlights. Spoopy crypted type deal. I’m in wobble dear phase of figuring out how to render. Never been the type to render till now. Just never felt like it. Anywhooooo, need to figure out what texture brushes I do and don’t like. I found some I did like but then straight up forgot which ones those were. Frustaringgggggggggg.

#plushie gun

[penname-artist]

“Screech”

Halloween WoC drabble, rated M for mildly spoopy (in a classic ‘scary movie’ way ;P). Dusty & Ripslinger.

-

"Have you seen Rip?"

Skipper shrugged, already half asleep as his old man meds kicked in. "Heckiff I know."

Dusty sighed, his wings slumping over his frame as he blew through his mouth. The one time he was actually looking for him, the Mustang was nowhere to be found.

He rolled back to his own hangar, hoping he would be sleeping in there. He tended to when he was lazy. Which...was pretty much always. It was foolproof, he had to be there. It’s not like he had anywhere else he enjoyed being.

He nosed open the doors to his residence, admiring the tacky Halloween decorations he’d hung up on them, and peered inside. No Ripslinger.

“Dang it!” He mumbled, “Where could he be?”

He rolled in the rest of the way, flicking on the lights and settling in front of the window, with those little sticky window things of a ghost and a spider. Though he was an avid horror fan - at least, after Chug dragged him into it - he still liked to keep things family friendly. “It’s for the kids” he would always say. “What kids?” Skipper would always retaliate.

As he sat back on his wheels admiring the night sky, the radio flickered beside him. Someone calling, at this hour? He rolled a wheel over the receiver,

“Hello?”

“Hello,” came a smooth, masculine voice. He didn’t recognize it.

“Who is this?” Dusty asked, a little skeptical.

“I don’t know, who is this?”

Dusty rolled his eyes, seeing through the façade, “I’m pretty sure you know.”

“Oh do I?”

“Obviously, or else you wouldn’t know how to contact me.”

"Hmm...you're the famous Dusty Crophopper." The stranger admitted.

"This is he," Dusty answered, "but you still didn't answer my question; who are you?"

"A fan of yours," came the strangers reply, slinking around an exact name, "with a question...Do you like scary movies?"

Something cold prickled against Dusty's back, and his wing flaps seemed to stiffen. His eyebrows furrowed a little as he hesitated to continue.

"Yeah, I do. Why?"

"What's your favorite scary movie?"

Dusty glanced behind him at the door. The room was too dimly lit for his liking suddenly, and he moved to the side to get the light.

No power.

"Uhh...can I answer in full in my next Q and A?" He asked, anxious to get off the call and out of the building. There's a short pause and the fleck of static from the other end, before the stranger softly rasped,

"What's wrong? You look like you've seen a ghost."

Dusty tensed on the spot. Could he see him from here!?

"I-I need to go!" Dusty said, rolling over the plate again and closing their conversation. Just as he was nudging the doors open again to slip out into the light of the street lamps, something big and heavy launched itself at him.

"AAAHH!"

Dusty tried to scramble away, but he was pinned under the being. He would have turned around enough to get a good hard bite in him, had he not caught the sound of uncontrollable laughing above him. Snorting, even. And then he realized who was sitting on top of him.

"RIP! THAT'S NOT FUNNY!"

Ripslinger slid back off of him, breaking into a fit of giggles. But he tried to make his response sound like the guy over the phone, despite his mad chuckling.

"Is it- is it..is it Scream, by chance? Is that your favorite SCARY movie?"

"You know I don't like being spooked!" Dusty huffed. Ripslinger shook his head like it would help him stop laughing.

"Nah man, you don't like it because you're so easy to get. You fall for it every time!"

Dusty puffed his cheeks into bubbles, trying to hide the pink sheen on them. "Just for that, I'm not sharing my Halloween candy with you!"

"Okay okay, that's fair," Ripslinger said, having finally calmed himself down, "man, that was so worth it..."

#disney planes #disneyplanes #dusty crophopper #ripslinger #dusty x ripslinger #not a ship but made with the ship in mind? #skipper riley #halloween drabble #WoCtober

[theshotsheardacrossworlds]

That Time of Year Again

A little thing I wrote based on these poses. SFW.

Estinien stared into the mirror in their bedroom at the Mist house and sighed heavily. It’s that time of bloody year again---All Saints’ Wake. Agi loves it. Agi insists once again that we don these costumes and go visit a haunted house. “It’ll be so much fun, love! Just like last year!” If she is happy, then so am I…but I still look like a fool. He looked at his reflection and smirked. At least Agi will go crazy over how I look.

His prediction turned out to be accurate as she exited the bathroom in her costume and shrieked. “OH MY FUCKING GODS! You look so tasty, love!” Her whole body shimmied and shook as she sauntered to him. “How is it you’re so handsome no matter what?” She whispered, her hands cupping his face.

He raised an eyebrow. “I could say the same of you,” he reached around her thick waist and pinched her behind. “Madame Varlineau.”

Her cheeks reddened slightly. Works every time. “Oh hush, you naughty man!” She lightly smacked his scarred arm and then glanced down. “The tights are tighter this year, but I think that’s because I’m expecting again.” NOTHING WRONG WITH THAT, MY LOVE. She smiled and then met his gaze. “I don’t think I’ve ever felt more…cute and sexy than in my life, if I’m being honest.”

Grunting, he pulled her into a hug. As much as I can with these damnable bunny ears on our heads. “Hmph, you’ve always been that way. Twas a shame you didn’t see what I see, but full glad am I that you do now, my sweet.” It broke my heart every time you said you weren’t beautiful. That you hated your body. That the only good thing was your tits. None of that was true, not ever. But now, finally, you see yourself as the incredibly beautiful woman you are.

Her hands rested on his chest. “Thanks, love.”

“For what?”

She smiled ruefully, kissing him softly. “For everything. You are the best and most wonderful husband and partner I could ever have. I know it’s not always been easy…I haven’t been easy sometimes. But I’m so grateful for you, Estinien.”

He could not help but bark a laugh, holding her tighter. “You speak as if it’s a hardship for me to be with you! The circumstances were sometimes less than ideal,” a warm smile tugged on his lips. “But loving you is the easiest thing in the world.” He gave her a squeeze. “After all, how could I not?”

“I could ask you the very same, love.” She stepped out of his embrace and posed. “Come on! Let’s go have some spooky fun!”

At least she didn’t say “spoopy” like the last time. There’s many things I tolerate, but not that, my angel!

#agnes currai #estinien varlineau #wolstinien #estinien x wol #agnes varlineau #these two dorks #hyur highlander #hyur wol #estinien wyrmblood #domestic fluff #estinien “it's spooky not spoopy” varlineau

[edupunkn00b]

Echoes of Our Future, Ch. 1: Where is Everybody, Pocket Protector?

Where is Everybody, Pocket Protector? - Next - Masterpost - [ AO3 ] CW: Swearing (right out the gate, thanks, Remus), spoopy/horror

For @tsshipmonth2020 Echoes of the Past October Writing Event. Day 1: "Believe nothing you hear, and only one half that you see." — Edgar Allen Poe ---

“Hey, Pocket Protector, where the fuck is everybody?”

Logan closed his eyes and counted down from seven when his bed suddenly creaked and Remus’ half bored, half grating voice announced his presence in the room.

“Can’t you ever knock, Remus?”

The Creative Side seemed to ponder the question, drumming and somehow clacking his fingers against his chin. Finally, he shrugged. “Yeah, I think so.”

Logan pinched the bridge of his nose, his voice muffled. “Then why don't you?”

“Now you’re asking the right questions, Nerdy Wolverine.” he disappeared and there was a delicate knock on the door, but before Logan could stand to answer it, Remus reappeared, sitting cross-legged in his desk.

“Remus! I was in the middle of something! My schedules—” he snapped, then his voice softened when he realized Remus wasn't actually touching his desk, but instead was hovering an inch above it's surface. He sat back in his chair,  his quiet sigh of exasperation sounding more like a growl. He massaged his temple wi5h one hand and glared up at Remus without speaking, certain whatever he said, he might regret.

Remus just grinned and pointed to Logan’s head. “That’s why!” He hopped off and conjured a chair identical to Logan's, but flipped it around and sat backwards on it, arms crossed over the back where he tested his chin. He batted his lashes up at Logan with a little cackle. “You’re cute when you’re angry.” He shivered and Logan couldn't tell how much was for show and how much was genuine. “Terrifying, but cute.”

Logan rolled his eyes and swiveled his chair back to face his schedules. He'd nearly worked in the new adjustments they'd needed for the YooTooz filming, even after the schedule had been thrown into shambles from the last minute photo shoot. “What is it that you want, Remus? I am quite busy.”

“You may be brilliant, Lo Lo, but you don't always listen.” Remus rested his cheek on his own arms, watching for the light bulb moment.

“Wait,” Remus grinned and sat when Logan finally exclaimed. “What do you mean where is everybody?”

“You even phrased it in the form of a question!” Remus clapped.

Ignoring the outburst, Logan continued. “The others should all be—” He glanced at his watch and his eyes grew wide. Was it really that late already? He looked longingly at his perfectly made bed—somehow Remus’ use of it as a trampoline hadn't marred the smooth bedspread. Logan had been hoping to get at least a few hours of sleep before the others rose but surely even Virgil would’ve slunk down for a cup of coffee by eleven am.

“Well, I imagine they've finished breakfast and are…” He perused the day’s calendar. “Roman planned to finish a fresh draft of the script for the next video, Virgil and Janus are due to see Picani in a half an hour and Patton is usually elbow deep in cookie dough by now.”

Remus leaned forward, his face suddenly serious. “Do you smell cookies baking, Lo Lo?” He met Logan’s eyes and there was a flash of genuine worry behind their constant manic dancing in their sockets. “Cause I sure don't.”

“Nobody's out there, Lo. It's just you and me.”

“Remus!” Logan closed his eyes and let his head hang back against the headrest. He took in a slow, measured breath before his eyes snapped open and he glared at the Creative Side. “If this is just one of your stupid pranks.”

“You know none of my pranks are stupid, Lo Lo. Childish? Dangerous? Demented? Sure.” He shimmied his shoulders, manic grin painted across his face. “Never stupid.” Logan remained silent and simply raised one eyebrow. “I swear, Lo. no prank. NObody’s out there. You don't know how relieved I was to still see you.”

That nearly broke all of Logan’s willful suspension of disbelief but he signed again and slowly got up from his chair. He glared at Remus and straightened his tie, then held out his hand toward the door. “After you,” he said, lipss pulled into a tight scowl. 

“Thanks, Lo Lo. C’mon.”

Remus opened the door and they were n’t in the upstairs hall, but they stepped through ot the living room, as though they stepped right through the DVD case next to the stairwell. Logan turned around and touched the wall, looking for a trap or any remnants of whatever door or portal they must have just slipped through.

“I don’t understand, Remus. We were just in my room. There’s no way you were able to accurately replicate my bedroom.”

“Lo Lo…” Remus began.

“And this looks just like Thomas’s living room. Where have you taken us—”

“Lo Lo, look…” 

Logan finally turned away from the wall and looked out toward the kitchen. The dining table and the counter were still there, but in the place of the kitchen was a large revolving door, slowly spinning. Logan approached it slowly, nearly close enough to touch it before Rmeu suddenly yanked his hand back. 

“Don’t just go touching things you don’t understand!” Remus scoffed and rolled his eyes. He picked up an empty soda can off the kitchen counter and tossed it at the revolving doors. It fell to the floor and was swept along in the movement of the door until it completed its circle and the little can reappeared, bouncing and rolling along on the floor, continuing to be rolled along by the door.

“Good thinking, Remus. A trial run.” Logan tilted his head, brow furrowed, and watched the can go through three rotations. Each time it reappeared, it appeared undamaged, and, although he wasn’t keeping an accurate time, seemed to emerge at a consistent rate. He looked around on the counter and plucked an apple from the fruit bowl and tossed that inside.

The apple behaved similarly, bumping along in a different compartment than the can, but appeared undamaged on each revolution. “I think before we try it ours—” Logan turned to face Remus but stood frozen, mouth still forming his last word. Remus turned around and looked.

The entire living room was gone. The patio, the staircase, everything was just gone, swallowed up in an empty grey mist. Remus grabbed another apple from the counter and beamed it across the room. It should have struck the glass sliding doors, or at least the blinds.

They never even heard the apple land, the sound swallowed up by the thick grey mist.

“We gotta get the fuck outta here, Lo Lo!” Remus started to pull Logan toward the revolving doors. The refrigerator was half-enveloped in the same mist and he could no longer see the kitchen window.

Logan scanned the room, eyes casting uselessly into the grey mist. There was no sign or sound of anyone else. They must have all gone through the door already. His eyes landed on the empty dining table and he tugged Remus’ sleeve. “Wait, were those always there?” He pointed to a folded street map with print too small to read from where they stood, a book with a gold gilded cover that looks suspiciously like the frame of the revolving door, and a key.

He picked up the book. It was blank, save for an inscription on the first page. Logan read it aloud.

"Believe in nothing you hear, and only one half that you see." — Edgar Allan Poe

“Poe? Really? Who gives a fuck!” The mist had begun to swallow up the table, as well. “None of us are gonna be there in a minute, let’s go!”

Still clutching the book, Logan scooped up the map and the key just before Remus dragged him through the door and the world went black.

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Spoopy Eyes TOH Hunter x Reader

Golden Guard/Hunter x Reader

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

Warnings: Strong language

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

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

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

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

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

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

'OKAY LETS SHUT UP AND GO!'

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

'OKAY, oKaY, LeTs kEeP it cool'

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

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

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

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

Red eyes looking worried at me.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Nop, spoopy 🙃”

“You’re so childish sometimes”

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

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

"Yeah actually.."

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

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

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Ikevamp OC Ỷ Lan Introduction:

Continuation of part 1, the introduction will start with Y Lan taking her time with the MC. Same thing as the last part.

MC having a conversation with both Gilles and Olga

MC smiled as she chuckled at the French soldier witty jokes. “Next thing I know, Monsieur Phillips was running down the camp with fire on hit buttocks!”

Olga smiled dispute the obscene descriptions. “I wouldn’t be surprised if Monsieur Phillip wouldn’t have run, Gilles.”

The black hair man smiled at the Saintess words. MC nodded, “you have quite the imaginative stories, Monsieur Gilles. Are you sure your not once a storyteller?”

The Frenchman chuckled, “of course not Mademoiselle. I merely do tell stories and glory to our soldiers back then. Now, I do not.” He shook his head as his fringes cover and swayed before his eyes. Soon Jean came over, striding away from Mozart and Salieri.

“Gilles, there something we need to discuss. I hope I’m not interrupting anything, your Holiness and Mademoiselle?” Both women shook their head at the quiet man. Soon the past companions made their way to the balcony.

MC shyly looked at the silent woman before her. “So, Olga. Who are the companions you went with?” The woman sipped her specially prepared mead gracefully. “My friend of Asian royalty from the southeast. A soldier from where she from, and another royal from the Middle East.”

“That is quite correct.” Both of the women turn their head to see a beautiful petite stature lady.

Her hair cascading down, eyes apricot in shape, and plump rose lips and faint blush speckle her cheeks. The robes elaborate with colors of royalty back then.

“Xin Chào, you must be Chí MC. I’m Ý Lan, but call me Dịu instead.” The Asian lady in fine robes, gold headdress, with glittering chestnut eyes beam. I smiled as I bowed, “it’s an honor your majesty, I’m MC.”

Olga rose an eyebrow playfully, “my, you seem to appear in thin air.” The queen chuckled. Her smiles demure and lovely. “I apologize, Olga. I hope the *trẻ con haven’t caused any trouble.”

MC shook her head after Olga silently points at the resident chattering like lambs as a hint. “Of course not, they haven’t cause much trouble. Though the name-calling is something.” Both women raised an eyebrow inquiringly.

“How so?” Ỷ Lan smiles tightened. “Well…there was-,” soon MC listed the troublesome names that was given to her.

As each nicknames was said, both women aura changed drastically and frigidly.

The residents or battle players of Comte and Vlad chilled and silently murmured at the icy atmosphere. Even William soon spewed more gibberish to Theo that Theo quiet down.

The residents and battle players looked around to see both the matriarch were the culprit.

A pin could be heard as MC oblivious to the situations. Once she was done, her eyes widen at the cold faces that was shown. “Is there?” Ỷ Lan shook her head, “there is none, I’m feeling a bit thirsty. Could you get me some blanc, child?”

MC nodded, she soon left the room to hear loud booming voices of something like Russian and Viet.

Ah, it seems they are disciplining the residents verbally.

MC giggled, she soon quickly went on her way for two blanc and two rouge. Before she could past the hallway, MC soon bumped into someone.

“EEK!” Both pairs of strong arms caught her. Her eyes met with glimmering lively chestnut pupil and bright glittering blue sapphire.

[Part 2 is finished…..soon Part 3 will be made as the last one. There is a bonus on part 4]

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I don't think I did this last year. What a nifty little breakdown of what got clicked xD

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#filling the pages one at a time to ease the clamor in my mind

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Little Princes' Egg Hunt

This is another story in the Belle as nanny AU. The princes get to celebrate Spring Festival with Belle. Approx. 3000 words.

Continuation from: Belle as Nanny Ask

Belle swallowed nervously. She wasn’t sure if this was breaking protocol or maybe some obscure law. That would be just her luck.

“Why do you think the princes would enjoy something so common as . . . an egg hunt?” Sariel’s steepled fingers pressed against one another hard enough to wrinkle his gloves. 

“Ehm? Because it’s fun? We do them every year in town. The grown-ups all hide treats and little colorful eggs all over the city. And kids run around, searching for them. I loved it when I was little!” 

Sariel’s left eyebrow twitched and rose. “And you think princes will enjoy such a frivolous waste of time? Because you did?”

“Well, yeah. I do.” Belle was beginning to wish she hadn’t said anything. It was just, realizing the boys never got to do all the fun things commoner children did. Their days were stuffed with tutors and lessons. Celebrations were formal events with stiff, uncomfortable attire and an expectation that the princes would be seen and not heard. She wanted them to have fun for this holiday at least. 

“Very well.” Sariel smiled sharply. “But you are responsible for the event. Organizing, follow-through, and clean-up. And if the princes do not enjoy themselves, you will bear responsibility.”

Belle nodded. “Alright. I - I can do that. But, ehm . . . even Chevalier?”

“Even Chevalier.”

The Spring Festival was right around the corner, and Belle had only a few days to prepare. Thankfully, the serving staff were on board. So preparations began in secret to surprise the princes with an egg hunt. 

Belle stayed up late painting carefully cleaned eggs while the palace chef worked on creating chocolate bunnies and birds, sugar sculpture flowers, and candied petals. The maids created paper pinwheels and little confetti balls that would burst when thrown. 

Strangely, a box showed up in Belle’s room too, with little stuffed toys for each prince. There was no note, but she could tell immediately which prince each little beast was for. A red-eyed grey wolf for Jin, a snow leopard for Chevalier, a fluffy bear for Luke, an arctic fox for Nokto, a golden eagle for Licht, a ringtailed raccoon for Clavis, a honey-colored piglet for Yves, and a retriever for Rio. Whoever left these knew the princes pretty well, she thought.

The day before the festival, Belle was walking the boys through one of the tower rooms to meet with a tutor. Yves stopped at the large window overlooking the capitol. His little face scrunched up in a pout. “It looks like they are getting ready for a party. Why weren’t we invited?”

“Princes do not celebrate with commoners,” Chevalier replied. 

Leon smiled. “Hey, maybe they will let us ride through in a carriage or something.”

“Or maybe we can ride our ponies.” It was impossible to miss the sarcastic twist to Nokto’s words, but Yves nodded as if this were a serious possibility.

Clavis tossed a paper ball at Leon. “Not a chance. You’re better off hoping the party comes to us.”

Licht frowned. “Please no. Party shoes pinch!”

Belle ruffled his hair and smiled at the other boys. “I’m afraid we can’t go to the Spring Festival in town, and there’s no big party here at the castle for you. But I’m sure we’ll make tomorrow a wonderful day anyhow.”

Luke burbled happily from his perch on her hip and Rio nodded. “Yes. It’s always a good day with you, Ms. Belle.”

Chev snorted and turned away. “I’m going to my lessons now.”

The other princes filed along behind him looking deflated. Even little Nokto looked sad, despite teasing Yves a moment before.

Belle almost told them about the little party she’d planned, but they only needed to wait a little while longer. And the disappointment now would make their joy tomorrow all the brighter. She was so glad she’d made herself hunt Sariel down to ask for this favor. Seeing the boys celebrate would be worth every cold stare and veiled threat the counselor could throw at her.

None of the boys said a word about the Spring Festival for the rest of the day, but she saw the looks they threw toward the town. Even Chevalier, who pretended not to care, would glance at the distant flags and banners and frown. 

After she put the princes to bed, Belle stayed up late making little baskets for each prince, with the sweets the chef made and the pinwheels and the mysterious stuffed animals. Then she set them outside the nursery suite where the boys were sleeping. As she straightened up, a little silver-grey mop of hair poked into the room. 

Clavis’ golden eyes lit up as he looked at the baskets and he smiled up at Belle. “I knew it. I knew you were planning something.”

“What are you doing up, you little gremlin? And what do you mean, you knew?” Belle put her stern voice on, but it was hard to maintain in the face of that little grin.

He laughed. “Trade secret?” At her raised eyebrow he shrugged. “I saw dye on your fingers and there’s been way more chocolate and candy in the kitchen than usual.”

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#4

Hi! If you have the time, can I request for a chevalier and child story?

Like, in Chevalier's route romantic ending, Emma left after spending night with Chevalier so what if she gave birth to a boy with his knowledge?

Oh my, so full disclosure, I have not done the romantic ending yet! But I like this idea so, here goes! Approx. 1500 words.

Sariel stood in the doorway. Behind him, the sky was clear and blue and perfect. Emma felt her eyes drifting to it. Anything to avoid the councilor’s severe expression. 

“I have to say, Emma. I’m impressed. The last Belle was not nearly so crafty as you have been. But you didn’t hide nearly well enough.” Sariel smiled coldly.

“I wasn’t hiding.” Emma’s eyes fixed on him, forcing herself to confront this head on. She’d always known this was bound to happen. “I left because, if you will remember, you wouldn’t allow me to stay. Clause 99.”

“Yes, but you should have told us you were with child.” He stepped into the hall, his boots thudding on the wood floor. “Where is he?”

She sighed. “I didn’t know I was pregnant when I left. By the time I realized it, I was scared to come forward. I knew you would take him from me, like you did Jin.” 

“Where is he, Emma?”

There were palace guards in the street behind Sariel. She could see them through the open door. There wasn’t a way for her to fight this, not with any hope of winning. “He’s out with his ‘uncle’ Rio. Buying groceries for dinner.”

Funny enough, Chevalier’s coloring was similar enough to Rio’s that most people assumed the boy was his child. And Rio, bless him, had stayed with her through everything, even knowing - as he must - that she didn’t love him. Emma was in love, would always be in love, with Chevalier. 

Sariel nodded. “I am glad you chose to be honest. We’ll wait here for them, then.” He sat down in one of the kitchen chairs and took off his gloves. “Could you fetch me some tea?”

Emma wanted to tell him to get his own tea. Back in the palace. But she’d been raised a polite girl, so instead she put on water to boil. The soldiers from outside filed in and stood awkwardly wherever they could find space. She served them all tea which they drank in tense silence.

“What is the boy’s name?” The councilor fixed Emma with a look that said he knew, but wanted her to tell him anyhow.

“Frederick.”

Sariel nodded thoughtfully. “A name meaning peaceful ruler. How . . . optimistic.” He set his teacup down.

Then the door opened. Rio had barely a heartbeat to note the soldiers. He locked eyes with Sariel and reached inside his vest with one hand. With the other, he pushed Frederick behind him. 

The little blonde boy didn’t look frightened as most children his age might. His hands curled into fists and his ice-blue eyes flashed with an understanding that surpassed his age. 

Emma screamed and moved toward her son. Around her, the room exploded into action. Sariel was shouting orders, the soldiers were pulling their weapons, and Rio was moving so fast. Soldiers fell as he passed them, but Emma barely noticed. She lifted Frederick into her arms and stepped toward the door. 

She didn’t make it far.

“Stop.” Chevalier’s voice cut through the din, arrogant. Commanding. 

She looked up at him, at the face she saw in her sweetest dreams. One she had not expected to see so close. Close enough to touch. 

His jaw was tense as he met her gaze. “Emma.”

Emma knelt, as all subjects must when in the presence of the King. She set Frederick on the floor beside her. He knelt too, imitating her as best as his chubby little legs could. 

“Get up,” Chevalier sighed. 

“Highness, there was no need for you to come here. I have it under-” Sariel was interrupted.

“Shut up, four-eyes.” Chevalier’s gaze moved to Rio. “I’m not here to hurt her. You can put your knives down. If you even have any left.”

“Knives?” Emma risked a glance behind her as she stood. She didn’t see any weapon in Rio’s hands, though there were several suspiciously bloody guards at his feet, groaning. 

Rio flashed her a goofy smile, but his eyes betrayed his tension. “Did you come to take the boy?”

Chevalier took a breath. Then he knelt and looked at his son. “Frederick.” This close, it was impossible not to see the resemblance. The arrogant tilt of the chin, the eyes as blue as arctic ice. Hair like cornsilk, fine and light.

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154 notes - Posted April 19, 2022

#3

Can I please request the warlords with an MC that has small boobs and is insecure about it, thinking she's not attractive enough for them?

I'll be honest with you, my lovelies. No matter what a guy says he likes, the breasts he likes best are the ones he can get his hands on . . . Body positivity and love to all the girls with small breasts - Approx. 900 words.

Oda Alliance

Nobunaga

“And what size should they be, fireball? I say they are perfect and my words are the only ones that count.” Nobunaga proceeds to kiss and nip at them until you’ve forgotten all about your insecurity.

Hideyoshi

“Why would you think that? They are exactly the right size. You-sized.” Hideyoshi smiles and runs his palms across your breasts, callouses catching on the fabric of your clothes. “Perfect. I’ll show you just how much I like them tonight.”

Masamune

He narrows his eyes, gaze lowered to your chest. “Huh. Too small? I don’t know. I’d say they’re just about a mouthful. More than that, and I’d have to bite.” Then he proceeds to show you exactly what he means. 

Mitsuhide

“Hm? Self-conscious are you?” He steps behind you, breath ghosting your neck. His arms encircle you as he pulls you against his chest. “I wouldn’t change you in any measure. Is there an eye other than mine you seek to please? Another’s touch? No? Then do not offend my tastes again or I will have to punish you.”

Mitsunari

He looks confused as you explain your anxiety but after a moment, he nods. “I see.” He takes your hands in his and looks into your eyes. “I don’t know how to make you like yourself just as you are. But I love you, everything about you.”

Ieyasu

“What is this nonsense? You think you aren’t pretty enough?” He grumbles and sets down the scroll he is working on. “Do you think I’d fall for someone that wasn’t beautiful? Idiot. Come here.” He hugs you tightly. “Stop thinking things like this. You’ll cry and I won’t know what to do about it. Ok?”

Keiji

He picks you up and holds you in the air. “Are you serious right now? Are you telling me my princess isn’t perfect? Because I’m pretty sure you’re wrong. Maybe you got a knock on the head with that spear?”

Ranmaru

“You don’t like the way you look, huh? Well . . . we all have things we don’t like about ourselves. You could fake it, with the right clothes. Or try exercises and herbs, I guess. But you want to know what I think?” He smiles brightly. “I think just being your gorgeous, honest self is the best. People will always find something to not like about you, but the people that matter - your friends, your family - they’ll see your real beauty.”

Uesugi-Takeda Alliance

Yukimura

He blushes and runs a hand through his hair. “Uh, sure, I mean, guys like ‘em big. I guess. But uh . . .” He coughs and looks down, clearly having trouble saying what he’s thinking. “I like yours just how they are, you dummy. Don’t make me say it again.” He kisses you before you can reply.

Shingen

“A goddess is perfect, by definition. And you are my goddess. Everything about you is . . . mmm . . .” His words trail off as he resumes kissing along your collarbone. 

Kenshin

He regards you with his mismatched eyes. “Who told you such a ridiculous thing? You told yourself?” He reaches out to touch your cheek. “How ridiculous. I say you are beautiful and I will tell you so everyday until you see yourself as I do.”

Sasuke

Sasuke cleans his lenses and slides his glasses back onto his face. He walks around you slowly. After a moment, he takes a bit of string, measuring you at hip, waist, chest, and shoulder. He asks your height and weight. Then he nods. “Mhm. Yes. You are the ideal size in all ways. How do I know that? Through observation.” He smiles. “I’d like to observe you more closely, if you’ll allow me?”

Yoshimoto

“You have exquisite composition and grace. There is no way you could be lovelier.” He sees the disbelief in your eyes. “I am an expert in aesthetics, but if you doubt my words, allow me to assist you in selecting your wardrobe. We must place the most beautiful flowers in the setting to best display their comely qualities.” 

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#2

Hello! I love your writing so so much! Here is my ask: mc who was abandoned by her parents when she was young but now that she became chevalier s fiancee her parents as any good gold digger suddenly comes back and decide they wanna be her parents again. I wondered what would chevalier's reaction be and how would they deal with mc actually being hurt by her parents horrible attitude but at the same time she cant bring herself to reject them completely.

Okay, so this is a long one at 3600 words! I don't often write from MC's perspective so hopefully it's alright ^_^

Belle stood at the top of the staircase, feeling an awkward uncertainty. The cheerful greetings of the three visitors in the parlor were too friendly for strangers, too familiar. And then it hit her. She might have staggered if not for Rio, who caught her arm and held her steady.

“Mom?” Belle almost didn’t recognize her own voice.

“Who else, my precious baby girl. And I brought your father, and your little brother. Not so little anymore is he?” Her mother smiled and nudged the young teen forward.

Rio leaned in to whisper. “Is this really your family?”

She nodded mutely. “Welcome. Please, ah, have a seat.” Belle let Rio guide her to her own chair. Once seated, she studied her family over the top of her teacup. She’d never expected to see them again. Not since the day they’d kicked her out of their home.

Belle had been fourteen at the time, and terrified. The memory of it still stung.

Her father reached across the table to pat her shoulder, but Rio caught his arm. He pretended it was a clumsy attempt to reach for the teapot, laughing at himself, but her father took the hint. Don’t touch.

“What-” she cleared her throat, “what brings you here?” The words were clipped but polite.

Her mother smiled widely. “Do I need an excuse to visit my little baby girl? I missed you! We all did.”

Belle felt an uneasy flutter in her heart. She’d spent years hoping to hear some kindness from her mother but now that mom was sitting here with her, saying motherly things, she felt wary and her heart ached. “I . . . see.”

Her parents exchanged a look. “Honey,” her father began, “I know this must be hard for you. After what happened.” He held his hands out in front of him, palms up. “You probably thought we hated you. The way we made you leave.”

Belle nodded, not trusting herself to speak. The wounds were old and should be healed, but this conversation brought all her pain and uncertainty back.

“Let me be blunt. We kicked you out. And you were such a tender young thing,” her mother continued. “But we didn’t have a choice. I wanted to find you a good position, a good job, but there wasn’t time.”

Her father nodded. “We were short on money, and with the new baby . . .”

“What we’re trying to say is that we are so sorry. That we love you and we’ve been so worried!” Her mother’s eyes were damp with unshed tears.

Rio muttered something about, “all those years at the bookshop,” as he set down a tray of finger sandwiches.

Belle nodded. “Yes, if that’s true, why did none of you come visit me at the bookshop? I was there for years.”

“W-we didn’t know where you were,” her mother said quietly, her gaze downcast. “It was only when word got around the city about the Prince and his fiance . . .”

Her father smiled. “We knew from the descriptions it had to be you. We packed up and came as soon as we were sure.”

Belle thought about this, sipping at her tea to excuse the silence. This was like everything she wanted when she was younger. A happy reunion. Being told she was loved. But the pain of her abandonment was still there and still bitter. She set down her teacup and stood.

“Thank you for coming by. I have a lot to do this afternoon, but Rio can arrange a meeting for us again. When I have more time.” She nodded to them and turned to go.

“Wait!” Her brother spoke up for the first time. His hand extended toward her. “Please. Mom and dad won’t say it, but we’ve nowhere to go. We’ve been sleeping in barns and under brush for months. Going from job to job . . .” He took a shaky breath. “Please give them a place to sleep until dad can get a good position again.”

Belle’s heart lurched. Were they truly so bad off? She remembered the small wood and rush house at the edge of town. The smell of the cookfire, the feel of her straw pallet on her cheek. “What happened to the house?”

“Burned in the unrest when Prince Chevalier went to war,” her mother said sadly. “We’ve nowhere to go. But, that’s not your problem.” She gestured to the other two. “Come on, we took up enough of the lady’s time.”

“No, stop. You don’t have to go.” She looked at Rio and he took the hint.

“I can put you up in one of the guest suites for a time.” He didn’t look happy about it, but he led them off without a backward glance.

Belle felt raw and overwrought by the unexpected reunion. She wasn’t sure what to think. Her childhood memories were painful, constant with reminders of what a burden she had been. Her failures. She cleaned badly, cooked badly, sewed and stitched . . . badly. Right up until the day they’d thrown her out to make her own way. And now, here they were. And they said they loved her.

She made her way back to the library and spent the rest of the afternoon in a daze. It wasn’t until Chevalier appeared that she came back to herself. He stood in the doorway, looking like an avenging angel with his golden countenance and cold eyes.

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254 notes - Posted February 2, 2022

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Hi, May I request one for Ikeprince where MC is a nanny for princes when they were kids and they start fighting for her attention. Thank you

Ok, this idea is too cute. I wrote this completely disregarding tragic pasts and canon route info. Approx. 3300 words of adorable little princes.

Belle forced a smile as she signed off on the hiring contract. She wasn’t sure she was up to being the royal nanny, but kids were kids, right? And being a nanny at the palace paid better than the same job in town. This was her chance and she wasn’t going to ruin in with nerves.

“Fear.” Sariel’s gaze settled on her.

“What?”

“The little beasts can smell it on you. Don’t walk in to the nursery afraid.” His amethyst eyes had a fell glow to them as he smiled. It was not reassuring.

“Oh. O-of course. Kids can always tell what grownups are feeling.” Belle stretched her smile wider as if that would cure her anxiety.

Sariel studied her for a moment and then nodded. “For some, less so for others. Now sign this last page and come along.”

Belle sighed and then let Sariel guide her to the nursery. As it turned out, the nursery wasn’t just a room for the children to play in. It was an entire wing of the castle, complete with its own kitchens, gardens, and bedrooms. Belle had her apartments there, along with a host of servants to see to the boys’ needs.

After showing her where she would sleep, Sariel walked her to a central hall and sent the servants scurrying to gather the princes. There were nine boys in total, none older than six, and they couldn’t have been more different from each other if they tried.

One of them, a tall boy with platinum blonde hair and ice-blue eyes. He lounged against a wall, reading, as if he didn’t notice or care that anyone else was present. Sariel gestured to him. “That is Chevalier. Chev, come say hello to the new nanny.”

“I don’t need a nanny. Go away.” He didn’t even glance up from his book as he said it.

Belle refused to be intimidated by a child barely out of diapers. She crouched beside him to look at him from his eye-level. “Hello Chevalier. I’m glad you don’t need a nanny. Maybe that means you can be my helper. I’ll bet we become best of friends.”

He glanced up from his book and his gaze was so cold it made Belle shiver. “I don’t make friends with fools. I give you . . . three days before you leave like the rest of them.”

Belle stood, feeling a bit put out.

Sariel smiled thinly. “Polite as ever.”

“Shut up, four eyes.”

“Yes, well. Moving along. Let me introduce Rio. He’s a charity case rather than a trueborn prince. Come and say hello, Rio.”

This one was very short and a little pudgy, with honey-blonde locks and wide, innocent eyes. He stared up at her in awe. “H-hello Ms. Belle.”

Belle turned her attention to Rio, crouching down again to look him in the eye. “Hi Rio! That’s such a nice name. I hope we’ll be friends, hm?”

Rio reached out and grabbed her fingers in his chubby little hands. “Yes! I want to be your friend, Ms. Belle. You’re beautiful!”

Sariel sighed and adjusted his glasses. “He’s a simple minded boy. A bit like a dog. Cuddly, loyal . . .” He cleared his throat.

“That’s very sweet Rio. I’m sure we will be great friends then.” Belle ruffled his hair and then followed Sariel to the next.

There were two boys with hair as white as starlight and crimson eyes. Identical twins dressed in similar clothes. One of them avoided her gaze, fiddling with a toy soldier. The other met her gaze with a mischievous look of his own.

“I’m Nokto,” the smiling boy said, “and my brother is Licht.” He held out his hand to shake hers.

“Pleased to meet you both. I am Belle.” She took the little hand and let Nokto shake with her. Licht glanced at them and then back at his toy.

Sariel pointed at the two of them. “They’re twins, but you won’t get them mixed up unless you really are an idiot. Nokto is the one to watch out for. A natural born jester, while Licht is generally quiet.” He was about to lead them over to the next boy when Nokto grabbed Belle’s skirt.

“Ms. Belle, is it ok if I ask for a hug? We aren’t allowed to hug the staff and we never get to see our mother and father . . .” His lower lip trembled and he looked as if he was on the verge of tears, a complete switch from the naughty grin of a moment ago.

Belle couldn’t deny such a sweet appeal. “Of course I’ll hug you.” She bent down and let Nokto wrap his arms around her neck. He squeezed her tight, and she swore, he tried to pinch her breast through the bodice. She quickly stood, not sure if that had been a childish accident or intentional.

Nokto tried to hold onto an innocent expression but it lasted only a second or two before a wide, naughty grin spread across his cheeks. “I like you, Ms. Belle. I hope you don’t run away like all the others did.”

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342 notes - Posted March 11, 2022

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Halloweenie stuff...

Decorating stuff- Well, I was productive enough today to repair the Beetleguy statue that arrived broken (much easier to doctor it on my own than have to deal with repacking-paying heinous return shipping-wait 84 years for a new one) The air dry clay/paint is still setting for the shattered corner, but as he was a clean break from the base, the glue should hold alright there. 

Costume stuff- Still waiting on Joel to remember to put the (dull-bladed) katana in his car to bring to me, LOL. The eyebrow tint idea for the facial hair piece(s) was a non-starter, pretty sure last minute magic is my only hope there. Testing out the rigid collodion tomorrow, if I end up having a skin reaction to it then I guess I’ll use up the rest of the stuff I had from last year. Why did I have to pick a man with such a complicated face? XD 

Gonna try to get out on the 30th, maybe catch some spoopy goings-on around campus? We’ll see 🎃👻

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Task: What’s Your Favorite Spoopy Movie?

Or, Scooby and the gang investigate a ghost haunting a local amusement park.

The sound of screams filled the room. There was an echoing chorus of nervous laughter followed behind the quick footsteps of the group of girls that passed through, hands clamped around one another’s for support. Said room was dark, save for the red lighting seeping in through the fogged ground from the only way out. One of the girls gave a final shriek before they all disappeared through the door. 

“This shit never gets old,” laughed the skeleton in the corner who was settling back into his ready position for the next group who, by the sounds of it, weren’t too far behind. 

“I’m surprised she didn’t clock you,” said the zombie, who was trying to get her shoe back on from where one of the girls had stepped on the heel in an attempt to get away. 

“Don’t say that! You’ll jinx me,” the skeleton, otherwise known as Garrett, hissed. Then he quickly shushed the zombie. “They’re almost here! Hurry up, Cruz, what’re you doing?” 

“My shoe came off, okay? Relax,” she shot back, only a little heated. It wasn’t Garrett that she was mad at, really. It was Jennifer, who was supposed to have taken her shift tonight, but she had refused to come in after what happened to her yesterday. Which Cruz thought was sorta bogus because, come on, sometimes technical glitches happened. It wasn’t Drakken’s fault he was the only technician out here holding the 10 pop ups together with duct tape and paste. 

It had been a good night, though. The teenagers were extra giggly, the adults were extra scream-y, and the kids all seemed to be having a blast. 

At the sound of approaching voices, Cruz quickly got back to her hiding spot, shoe finally slotting into place as she did. She ducked behind the hidden half wall, waiting for Garrett to get his scare in before she made her move. Only, by the sounds of it, the footsteps were heavy and at a higher pace than normal. 

“Go, go, go!” someone shouted on their way right past their room. Cruz’s eyebrows furrowed together as she peaked out, watching as a girl was hauling a guy behind her, both of them not looking back as they pretty much sprinted through to the next room. 

Ugh, she hated when people ran. It was just asking for an unnecessary and totally avoidable injury! 

She was about to crouch back down when she heard more panicked voices and screams. More people came through, some in their regular clothing but some were the cast members that she knew and worked with. Jared in his clown garb with Michelle right behind him. 

“It’s him! He’s back!” Jared cried, rushing through. 

“Who?” Garrett had gotten out from his spot, following after them. Cruz watched them all go as more crew members from the rooms before and haunted house go-er’s alike all seemed to be in a rush to get away from something. 

“The Phantom of Tea Gardens!” 

And, yeah, okay, that got a snort out of Cruz because that name was still pretty awful and didn’t send a chill up anyone’s spine. 

It seemed like everyone who had been in the haunted house had managed to make their escape, no one else coming to pass by. 

Cruz, though, had remained in her spot behind the little half wall. 

So many stories had been circulating about this Phantom ever since the month of October started. It had run off plenty of workers, both actors and otherwise. Heck, it had made Jennifer stay home tonight! She figured she would at least stick around to get a glimpse of this thing. 

Her mother had always told her that her curiosity was going to get her into a tight spot one day.

The music track was the first thing to go. It began to skip at first, as if the bluetooth speakers were actually playing a record. Then it slowed, noise more shreeky than usual, before it turned off completely, leaving Cruz with the buzzing of the other electronics and soft whooshing of the fog machine that sat over to the left of her. 

The red light went next, plunging the room into darkness. Which was pretty bad considering this was the dark room. It was lined in cloth and noise absorbers, making it feel claustrophobic and like you were stepping into a vacuum. Without the other elements, there was no relief from it and Cruz felt as though her ears were ringing with the sudden silence and pitch blackness closing in on her. 

It was broken by footsteps, the gate sounding uneven, like someone was dragging their foot behind them as the other took the lead. 

Step. Scrape. Step. Scrape. Step. Scraaape. 

She swallowed thickly. 

Why had she stayed? 

The music began again, rewinding this time, before getting impossibly loud. Too loud to tell where the footsteps of before were falling, her impending doom countdown having been taken away from her. 

The red light came on again. It flashed, slow and steady, like a car’s blinker. 

Her nails dug into the little wall, eyes glued to the doorway as a figure got caught in the beam. 

Blink, they were gone. Blink, they were there. Blink, they were gone.  

Cruz lost them to the darkness of the room, the light unable to seek them out. She clenched her jaw. The music was still loud, deafening, she could feel the base of it inside her chest. Or maybe that was the intense beat of her heart that was falling hot and heavy against her neck. Only then it cut out again. The light didn’t blink back on. 

She stood up, moving out from behind her wall. 

“I know you’re in here,” she said, defiant. 

Step. Scrape. Step. Scrape. 

“And so are you,” came the rumble of a voice behind her. 

She screamed and suddenly all the lights came back on, including the emergency ones overhead that cast the whole room into a blinding white. The dark walls allowed her eyes to readjust better, absorbing the brunt of it, and she spun around. 

The room was empty. 

It was only her.

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Ken threw the van into park and clapped his hands together before signing along as he spoke. “We made it gang!” 

There was a round of whooping from the back from Su and Scooby making the three up front turn around to watch the pair of them. 

“I’m so excited!” Su said, her arm thrown around the Great Dane’s neck as the dog pressed his nose to her cheek. “I heard the churros here are like, 5 feet long!” 

“That’s what you’re excited about?” scoffed Toby. He used the back of his hand to push his glasses into position up the bridge of his nose. They’d fallen from where he’d been reading on his phone. “What about the rides? The games?”

“The haunted houses?” Gabriella, from beside him, signed. Her expression more fond than the confusion that was written over Toby’s. 

“No way am I going into one of those things,” Su shook her head. “I don’t know if you guys know this but from the amount of times we’ve explored big mansions, abandoned warehouses, and graveyards, my quota for haunted anything has been more than fulfilled for this year. Actually, it’s probably been fulfilled for my entire life!” 

Ken laughed, opening his door so he could get out. The smell of the park hit him square in the nose. It was sweet, fried, and a little mechanical. 

“Everyone better send Gabriella’s friend a thank you for getting us tickets for this place,” Ken said, winking over at the girl in question. “It’s super hard around this time of year!” 

“It’s said that Tea Gardens’ 31 Days of Halloween is booked up for ten years to come,” Toby agreed. Ken had no doubt that the guy had spent the week leading up to this adventure reading about the place. Which was great because it meant that they all had their own walking talking wiki article. 

Su and Scooby jumped out from the back doors, joining the other three as they all walked toward the welcome gate. 

“Remind me we parked in the Latte section,” Ken told the rest of the group as they got further and further away from the Mystery Machine. Her bright colors were easy enough to decipher among the other cars, but the sheer size of the parking lot paired with how many cars were packed in there meant it would be a bit of a search no matter what. 

“There’s so many people here,” Toby commented as they crossed the way from the car park to get to the entrance. “We’ll probably be standing in lines longer than we will be doing the activities.”

“I downloaded Heads Up for that!” Ken threw him a thumbs up. 

The line to get inside wasn’t very long and moved quickly. Security was a breeze, despite the odd looks they gave Scooby. 

“You! Yes, you!” a voice called out, causing Ken to turn his head. There was a man standing there, camera at the ready. “You guys want a picture in the teacups? I can take ‘em for you! Much better quality than that phone you just stashed away in your pocket! They’ll be fully developed and waiting for you right over there for when you leave the park!” 

Ken grinned, bright and hopeful, and turned to the rest of his friends. 

Toby was frowning at him, arms crossed over his chest. Gabriella was also shaking her head. Su seemed to be checking their reactions and shrugged in apology to Ken. His shoulders sunk as he turned back to the guy.

“Sorry, I think we’re going to pass,” he told the photographer who was already moving on to a family that had just walked through the gates in matching t-shirts. 

Oh well. 

“You guys made it!” someone else said and suddenly there was a zombie hugging Gabriella, spinning her around in a little circle as they swayed back and forth. When they pulled away the two grinned wide at one another. 

Seeming to sense her friend’s confusion to the newcomer Gabriella pulled away to free her hands to explain. “Guys, this is my friend! Cruz Rameriz.”

“Oh,” came the chorus from Ken, Toby, Su, and Scooby. They all stepped in closer to greet her, now understanding why she was decked out in full zombie makeup and attire. She was the one who had gotten them all the tickets into the park on such short notice, supposedly since she worked here and had strings that could be pulled in her favor. 

“You look fantastic! This application is very well done for a local amusement park…how long did it take to do all this?” Toby asked her, leaning it a bit too close to examine set makeup. Gabriella pressed a hand to his chest to gently push him back. 

They had been working on his lack of understanding of personal space lately. Ken thought he was getting the hang of it pretty well considering the whole ride here Toby hadn’t tried to reach across Ken while he was driving. 

Progress! 

“Thanks, uh, I use Pretty Zombie Cosmetics,” Cruz said, tone wary. She had been at this job long enough to know the types of weirdos out there, and this guy felt like he fit into that category. Her eyes shifted to Gabriella, as if to ask how this guy passed her vibe check. She was met with a smile from the other girl, whose hand had shifted, arm wrapping around her friend’s for a touch of reassurance. It perked Toby up from where his shoulders had hunched forward, glancing at Gabriella now, too, and smiling as he met hers. Ken came around behind them, putting his hands around their shoulders to squeeze them into his broad chest. Su filed in next to him, Scooby at her side. 

And that was sort of Cruz’s answer she supposed. 

“Alright! You guys ready for some spooks?” 

“Absolutely!” “No!” Ken and Su chimed in at the same time, respectively. Cruz shot them a confused look, unsure of whose answer she was supposed to believe. Judging by the look of unbothered joy on Ken’s and the frown of the girl and her dog, probably both. 

“Ooooh-kay,” she replied. “Come on then, can’t just stand around the entrance all night.” 

Cruz led the gang down the main walkway of the park, where most of the restaurants were situated, along with the spinning tea cups. Su and Scooby were pressing their faces to the glass of the concession stands as they walked by, taking in the scents of freshly spun cotton candy and warm tea that had been brewing for the next hand in need of warmth. 

Gabriella was busy watching Toby’s ever moving hands as he told her one fun fact after the other, Cruz only adding things in here and there of behind the scenes stuff that didn’t get posted online. 

And Ken was just taking in the sights, eyes bright and wandering. 

That was until a high pitched scream echoed down the street, seemingly causing everything to come to an abrupt halt. The group of friends instinctively moved closer together. 

Gabriella was confused as to the sudden shift in mood, eyeing her friends. Everyone’s gaze was focused down the way as a group of kids came running out of one of the haunted house attractions and went sprinting past them, presumably toward the exit back beside the entrance gate. 

“The Phantom was in there!” “Run!” the kids screamed as they went by. 

After a few moments, everyone seemed to settle back into what they had been doing before the interruption, assuming that they had just gotten too scared by whatever was inside the haunted house. 

“What was all that about?” Ken asked, his height offering him the advantage to follow the kids as they continued back up the main stretch. 

Cruz gave a hefty sigh. “Well, I was sort of hoping to get you guys through some rides and food before I hit you with the real reason I asked you to come here.”

“Aw, man,” Su looked to Scooby who was shaking his head. “I told you this was too good to be true, didn’t I?”

“What do you mean?” Ken raised a brow at the zombie. The gang moved toward the haunted house where cast members were filling out onto the walkway, most of them dressed in bloodied white coats. Which made sense since it was called The Butcher’s Shoppe, according to the sign along the top. 

“Cruz!” one of the chefs called out as they approached. “Man, you would not believe what just happened in there.”

“The Phantom?” 

“Yeah, it was crazy. He was apparently just following around this group of kids in there and they just thought he was a part of the gag until he tried to grab one of them.” 

“That’s new,” Cruz frowned, glancing at the group of friends that were playing audience to the conversation. “He’s never tried to hurt anyone before.” 

“Guess he’s getting bolder,” the chef said, face betraying how terrifying this thought was. “He’s gone now, at least, but Millie told us she was going to shut this one down for a few hours.”

“But then only four will be open! That’s less than half!”

“I know.”

“What are you all supposed to do until then?”

“I guess do what you and the other street walkers are doing,” the chef shrugged. “Just hang around and scare people walking. Though I don’t know how a bunch of butchers and bakers are supposed to make sense in comparison.”

The chef waved, a sad smile on her face as she returned to join the others who were trying to figure out what they were going to do now. 

Cruz turned back to the gang, a sheepish look on her face. 

“Let me guess,” Toby said before she could say anything. “You’ve got a ghost-”

“Phantom,” Cruz corrected. Toby shot her a look that made her hold her hands up in surrender, expression apologetic.

“You’ve got a phantom terrorizing the park and you want us to figure out what’s going on?” 

“....yes?”  

“What?” Su gaped. “No way! I was promised a fun night! With the only monsters being the ones dressed to look like one!” 

“Su, when has there ever actually been a ghost that wasn’t someone dressed up?” Gabriella signed, an eyebrow arched upward. 

“Haven’t you guys, like, called the police?” Su tried, as she always did when they were put into situations like this. 

“Of course, but they never find anything.” Cruz turned to look at the Butcher’s Shoppe. Someone was already putting an Out of Order sign up on the door. “We’ve tried to tell them it’s someone doing this but they just keep trying to say that this place is old, that the wires will go on the fritz, and that there’s no reason to worry. Blah, blah, blah. And like, yeah, okay, this place is kinda old, but we have not had this many problems before!”

“Do you have anyone on the staff for that sort of thing?” Toby asked. 

“Ever since this stuff started happening more and more people have been quitting. Mostly the techs. We’ve got a few, but our main guy has been running around here like a chicken with his head cut off trying to keep everything up and running just so we can stay open.” She sighed, turning back to the group. Her hands were folded together briefly showing that she was ready to beg before freeing them so she could sign along as she spoke again. “Please, you guys have to help us. This place has been my home away from home ever since I started coming here as a kid! It employs so many people and brings in so many tourists, I don’t know how bad it would get without it! Probably, like, really bad! I don’t know a lot about economics because it wasn’t really my thing, but without the supply and demand we’re all going to have to move, right? I don’t want to move! And- and I promise that when we do figure it out that you guys can get season passes! All year! On me! And-”

Gabriella stepped over to her friend, placing her hands over the other girl’s to get her to calm down. “We’ll help. That’s what we do.” She stepped sideways so she could look at her friends. “Right?”

“Absolutely!” Ken agreed, grinning. 

“Basically,” said Toby. 

A beat.

They all three turned to look at Su and Scooby. She had her arms crossed over her chest, a deep frown on her lips. Scooby’s ears were flobbed down, head bowing a bit, as he tried to commit to the protest alongside his best friend. 

“Come on, Su!” Ken stepped over to her but she turned away. “It’ll be fun!” 

“No it won’t!” 

“Please?” Ken tried again, getting in front of her to hit her with the puppy pout. “We can’t do it without you guys.” 

This seemed to soften Su up a bit. She glanced down at Scooby, then to Toby and Gabriella, and then, finally, to Cruz who looked much more pathetic and tugged at her oh so soft heart. There still seemed to be some hesitance. 

“If we don’t do it then you’ll never get that churro you’ve been raving about,” Toby added. “The park will be shut down and no one will be here to make them.” 

At this Su’s eyes widened and turned to look at Scooby who seemed to be ready to give in, too, and she let her arms drop. 

“Fine!” Everyone cheered. “But I want as many churros as me and Scoob can eat after this.”

“Oh, don’t even worry. If you guys can get this phantom, I will make sure you have a life time’s supply!” Cruz squeed, running over to hug the girl.  

“Alright, gang, we’ve got a mystery to solve!” Ken clapped. “Cruz, do you think we can get a look into that haunted house? If the phantom was just inside then there’s gotta be some sorta clue left behind.”

“Follow me,” Cruz said, leading the group around to the backside of the attraction. They followed her through a large gate with plenty of KEEP OUT EMPLOYEES ONLY signs, along with a large lock that she punched in a code to. 

“Wow,” Su commented, both her and Scooby assessing the pretty boring scenery. It was like stepping into another realm. Gone were the cubes of hay with pumpkins sitting atop, images of witches and ghosts and vampires, scarecrows, and cobwebs. It was pretty empty, save for covered wires running along the ground and plants that popped up around the fenced in area. “This place looks so…normal.”

“Yeah, it kinda loses the magic back here,” Cruz shrugged, leading them around the bend. “But it’s nice to get away sometimes. The workers usually- oof.” 

Everyone paused as they watched Cruz run straight into a man. He was tall, about the same size as Ken, had dark hair and a baseball cap on his head, the bill turned backwards. An apron was tied around him with the park’s logo embroidered in black and orange. 

“Oh my gosh, I’m sooo sorry!” Cruz stuttered, falling back as the gang stepped up to stand beside her. 

The man hummed, eyeing all the kids. “You giving tours again, Cruz?” 

“No, no, nothing like that. These are the people I’ve been telling everyone about! Mystery Incorporated? They’re here to help with the phantom.”

“Oh.” He nodded. “Alright. Just make sure they don’t get hurt.” 

“Will do.” Cruz gave a curt salute and the man nodded again before walking away. Toby watched him for a second longer than the others did, brow furrowed. 

“Who was that?” he asked once it seemed like the stranger was out of ear shot. 

“Hm? Oh, that’s Dave. He’s been here for longer than anyone else. He’s one of the brewmasters.”

“Brewmasters?” Su prompted.

“Yeah! This place basically started as a tea shoppe back in the day, then the owners kept expanding and expanding on it until it became the park. We’re still pretty big in the tea game, you know. It’s a whole brand that’s sold in, like, supermarkets or online and stuff. He’s the guy who basically comes up with the funky flavors everyone knows us for.”

“He seemed so-” 

“I promise he’s super nice! He’s basically everyone’s dad,” Cruz assured them. “Although, I don’t know what he was doing back here…”

She shrugged, a smile back on her face as they approached the door. “This is the cast member’s entrance.”

Opening it up brought them into what looked like a costume closet. Two walls were lined in a mirror and desk like units underneath, chairs tucked underneath. It must have been where the workers got ready before going into the house itself. Bags, shoes, and clothes were strewn all around the room. Make-up covered the vanities, along with photos on the mirrors, of movies and references of other makeup jobs similar to the ones they had seen on the chefs that had been run out. 

“So who is the phantom, anyway?” Gabriella asked as everyone fanned out, looking over the room for anything that may look suspicious.

“Supposedly everyone thinks he’s the ghost of the owner,” Cruz explained. “He was the last of the original family that owned the place and since he didn’t have any kids, no one else from that family has any ownership now. He died in the park a few years ago so everyone thinks he’s haunting it and messing with all the stuff he doesn’t like. Which is just dumb to me since we’ve had these haunted houses before. Sure, not with these themes and overlays, but what does that matter? And some people think he’s-”

Suddenly someone said a resounding, “KA-CHOW!” 

“Oop,” Cruz said, pulling out her phone from one of the tattered pockets on her costume. “Shoot. I’ve gotta go. Uh, think you guys will be okay in here on your own?” 

“Totally,” Ken nodded. “Go do your thing! We’ve got this.”

“Okay,” she replaced her phone and gave Gabriella’s arm a squeeze. She seemed reluctant to leave them alone before turning and pushing back out the door they had entered from, jogging out. The door slammed behind her.

Toby was already making headway, leaving the behind the scenes and trying to find the entrance into the haunted house itself. The other four followed right behind until they found the right door. It led them out onto a track, a cart right in the middle, the lap bar and door ajar from where someone had probably hopped out as soon as the ride had stopped. 

The place was lit up with only the lights that adorned the track, casting a glow upwards. The decor resembled a bakery, on one side was the counter, a glass casing for the display of breads and cookies and other baked goods. Only these deserts were demented, eyeballs for chocolate chips, fingers sticking out of brownies. It made Su stick out her tongue and Scooby whine, both saddened to see the food in such a state. 

“I don’t get it,” Gabriella signed as they walked along the track. “Why would someone want to terrorize an amusement park? It’s not like this place has buried treasure or anything important hiding around.”

“Especially if it’s the owner,” Ken agreed. “Why ruin the thing your family built up after all these years?” 

“It’s not actually a ghost,” Toby tutted. “Ghosts don’t exist, we’ve learned that much by now, right?” 

“Uh, guys,” Su tried to cut in.

“You never know, Toby,” Ken said, having not heard her. “I think if anything we’ve learned that anything is possible.” 

“Guys.”

“Yeah, when human ingenuity is mixed with greed, but it’s never been anything actually paranormal,” Toby continued on. “Everything we’ve seen always has a rational explanation.”

“Guys!” Su yelled now, hand grabbing onto Gabriella’s wrist to get her attention, too. Everyone stopped.

“What?” Toby asked. 

“Who’s that?” Su was turned around, pointing at a figure standing behind the cart still on the track. 

“Uh, hello?” Ken called, stepping in front of the rest of his friends. 

The figure gave no reply. Only began to walk forward. 

Step. Scrape. Step. Scrape. 

The emergency lights started to flicker at their ankles. 

“It’s the phantom,” Su whispered and Toby scoffed at her.

“No, it isn’t. What did Cruz say that guy’s name was? Dave? Look, he’s got the same haircut,” he said. “Mr. Dave, sir, did Cruz send you in here for us?”

A rumbling moan was his answer. It made Toby cower a little, hidining back behind Ken.

Music began to play, loud enough that everyone but Gabriella had to put their hands up against their ears. While they winced in pain she continued to watch the figure as it moved toward them. 

The cart came back to life as soon as the figure reached it. It rocked forward, driving along the track. 

Gabriella grabbed hold of Su and tugged on the collars of the boys, urging them to movemovemove. They all seemed to recover from the jarring shift in volume around them, catching on to the danger as the cart began to pick up speed as it came for them. Everyone moved off the track, up onto the sides of the ride and out of its way. 

Only another one entered as the figure continued forward, too, his pace having seemed to have gotten faster. 

“Come on!” Ken waved everyone back down onto the track, following it into the rest of the ride. The cart had disappeared through curtains that pulled apart for it. Ken shoved them aside, waiting until all of his friends were through before following them. 

This room seemed to have come back online, along with the rest of the ride. Maniacal laughter played along with the music, the lights having gone out in favor of the black lighting that had certain colors in neon. Toby’s white long sleeve was bright, alongside Su’s orange, and Scooby’s collar. It was both hard and easy to see all at once. Everyone moved further up the track, now trying to find a way out. 

“Look out!” Toby called, shoving Ken and Gabriella out of the way as the next cart came barreling toward them. Su and Scooby were not so lucky and wound up getting hit in the back by it. Lucky for them both they were scaredy cats and knew when to jump. Instead of meeting their fates by falling forwards and getting run over the two went backwards and landed hard inside of the cart. 

“Su!” Ken yelled, hand reaching out from the pile the other three had fallen into on the side. “Scoob!” 

They watched their friends disappear behind the next set of curtains as they pulled up and fell back into place. 

Ken and Gabriella were quick to stand and so focused on trying to follow after Su that they failed to notice that they had left Toby behind, still on the floor. 

“Ugh, not again,” he grumbled to himself under the sounds of the carnival music. In the scuffle his glasses had been knocked from his face, rendering him to a world of 144p rather than the usual 720. On his hands and knees he crawled around, one arm out like a feeler. 

The phantom was standing over him with a bat-like weapon over their head, seemingly ready to bring it down upon him. Toby turned at the feeling of movement, squinting. The dim light of the ride paired with the fuzziness of his vision had him unsure as to who the figure was standing there but, judging by the height, he guessed, “Ken? Hey, can you help me? I can’t find my glasses, do you see them?” 

The figure did nothing but continue to stand there which made Toby crawl forward, using them to stand. This made the phantom try to back away, falling off balance when their foot hit the track of the ride on the ground. A cart came rushing forward, the breeze hitting Toby in the face as it went.

At the sudden lack of his friend Toby frowned. “Ken?” 

“Toby!” came his voice, finally. “Come on, we’ve gotta- oh hey, here are your glasses.” 

He swooped down, picking them up from off the floor. After a quick wipe with the hem of his shirt he placed them back on Toby’s face, his smile the first thing that came into focus. “Good?”

“Thanks.”

“Great, now come on, the phantom was in a cart right behind Scooby and Su.” 

The pair followed the track down the line.  They were blinded as soon as they stepped through a second set of curtains, regular lighting all around them. It must have been the end of the ride, the queuing area just up ahead indicated by the rows of metal fencing that herded people in the right direction along with a control panel that was all lit up. A man was sitting at it, dressed in a blue jumpsuit. 

The cart that had taken Scooby and Su had stopped just beside him, and empty one merely feet behind.  

“What the heck are you kids doing in there?” he yelled, flipping a switch that had the cart’s door popping open. Su and Scooby launched out, their balance wobbly as they made it up onto the platform. Ken, Gabriella, and Toby were quick to join them with comfort and concern. “This place is shut down! You are not supposed to be in there!”

“Who are you?” Ken shot back. “Why were you chasing us? Why did you try to kill my friends?”

“What? I’m not trying to kill anyone! I only just walked in when I saw those two!” He pointed an accusing finger toward Su and Scooby before it was directed at Ken. “I’m the ride engineer, I was called in to fix this thing. I was told it had been cleared out! It’s not my fault you and your friends were in here messing around. You’re asking for trouble!” 

“But…there was someone else in there, they came out just before we did.”

“Oh god,” the man threw his hands up. “Not more ghost hunters.” 

“We are not ghost hunters,” Toby frowned. 

“Whatever. I don’t know who you are and I don’t care. Get out. Now!” the man yelled, marching toward them. The group shuffled off, like a group of lambs being shepherded. He threw open a door, the setting light of the sun casting them in an orange glow. He pointed harshly at the sign on the door. “If it says keep out, then KEEP OUT!” 

He took a hold of the handle and slammed it behind him. 

“Yeesh,” Su frowned. 

“Oh my god, are you guys okay?” 

They all turned to find Cruz running up the walk way toward them. “I’m so sorry! I had no idea Drakken would get here so quickly!” 

“That was Drakken?”

“Yeah. Sorry. He hasn’t been in a great mood these days what with everyone quitting and all the rides breaking down and, well, the-”

“Ghost hunters?” 

“Those, too.” She made a face then quickly recovered. “So did you guys find anything?”

“Uh, yeah, I’d say we more than found something.” Su and Scooby shivered. 

“That’s great! Come on, let’s get you guys some tea and you can tell me everything.”

The park seemed as though it had gotten even more busy than before they had taken their detour. All the families had cleared out, but adults and teenagers still roamed the place. Either they didn’t believe in the phantom, thinking it was just a publicity stunt the park was pulling to lure more people, or they were the people that had gotten lured in by said stunt, eager to get their eyes on this so-called phantom that was roaming the park. 

“Do you guys have Wi-Fi?” Toby asked, looking up from where he had been fiddling with his phone while everyone was waiting on the tea they had ordered. 

“We do,” Cruz nodded. Then one side of her mouth pulled down, air being sucked in through her teeth. “Buuut it doesn’t really work. It’s been a whole thing. Everyone wants to update this place but everyone also says they just don’t have the funds to do so.” 

Toby jumped a little when a mug was set down in front of him. He peered up to find the same guy in the baseball hat from before standing over him. Only this time his cap was pulled around to the front, the bill casting a shadow over his features. He distributed the other teas and left a bowl of sugar cubes and a pitcher of cream on the table for them. There was also a plate of cookies set down beside the spread. They were in the shape of pumpkins and leaves. 

“Thanks, Dave!” Cruz beamed. He hummed in reply, lumbering off back behind the counter. Again, Toby watched him go while the others tucked in. “You guys are going to love these, he makes the best shortbread ever.” 

Su and Scooby were the first to reach, grabbing two for themselves while everyone else had to fend for what was left behind. “Finally! Food!” 

Cruz gave everyone a few minutes to settle in, drink their tea, get comfortable. Then she couldn’t wait anymore and pressed them to tell her what had happened. 

“Wow,” she said once they had finished recounting their tale. She slumped back into her chair, eyes focused on her cup.

“Right?” Su said through a full mouth. Her hand was hovering in front, so no one would see the crumbs. 

“Has he ever tried to hurt anyone before?” asked Ken.

“No. And just today Kylie was saying that he was trying to take someone from that ride, remember? That’s never been his motive before. It was just, like, limping around and being creepy,” Cruz shrugged.

“Limping?” Toby asked. “So you’ve seen him before?”

“Well yeah, everyone who works here has by now. Or, at least, they say they do. I guess it’s kinda like a badge of honor.”

“Badge of horror, more like,” Gabriella signed with a shake of her head. 

“People are saying they’re thinking about shutting the whole park down until we can get this figured out. Now that it seems that there’s actual danger instead of just power surges and blackouts.” Cruz sniffed, biting off a piece of cookie. 

“Hey, it’ll be okay,” Ken said and reached across to put a hand on her shoulder. “We’re going to figure this out, aren’t we guys?” 

Everyone nodded in agreement. A smile slowly spread over Cruz’s face which, without her zombie makeup, may have looked very sweet. 

“Thanks. Sorry I sorta ruined your night.”

“Are you kidding? This is what we call a good time!” 

“No it is not,” Su scoffed at Ken. She motioned to the table. “This? Yes. That out there? No way, we almost got kidnapped by that thing.” 

“I would not have let that happen,” Gabriella reassured her, a grave look in her eye. “That ghost may be dead, but I’ll kill him again. I don’t care.” 

This statement, while terrifying, did make Su feel a little bit better. 

A lot of the time she wondered why she was friends with the people sitting around the table. Ken was rich and cute and wore nicer clothes than anyone she had ever met. He was probably in the running for most popular boy in school, if he even didn’t care about such a statistic. The only thing keeping him from the top slot was that he hung out with people like her and Toby instead of the rest of the baseball team. 

Toby was pretty smart, but only in the sense that he could tell you everything and anything you needed to know about the history of India, or about the science behind how bread is made, stuff like that. He didn’t really get people all that well. When someone was upset with him because he had crossed a social boundary it was like a baby bird trying to fly for the first time. All awkward and terrifying, having to watch through your fingers because while you didn’t want to see what happened you had to make sure it ended okay, right? 

Then there was Gabriella. Not really the Queen B type but she could be cut throat enough if she wanted to claim that title down the line. She was a dancer and an activist. That’s how she and Su had met, trying to protest the removal of one of the oldest trees in their town that just so happened to be in the spot where they were wanting to build the new football stadium. While Su had just thought the most she could do was to sit by the tree and hope no one tried to remove her, Gabriella had gone the full nine yards in getting the media involved, starting a petition, and calling attention to the past expenses the football team had gotten. In the end, they’d saved the tree and Gabriella had been her friend ever since. 

Ken had followed behind Gabriella, they’d met during the school play. He was in the costume department. They had all just sort of adopted Toby after he had been at the only table in the cafeteria who had enough room for the three of them. He had taken them a bit to get used to, Gabriella especially, but he’d turned out much different than his inicial first impression. And second. And third…

Next thing Su knew they were being thrown into situations like this amusement park mystery all the time! It was like you solve one ghost haunting you suddenly had to be solving them all. Anywhere they went there seemed to be a spirit or a monster that needed to be investigated. Ken and Gabriella were always in the business of helping people while Toby just liked a good puzzle. And Su…well, she didn’t really know what she brought to the table other than snacks during late night study sessions. At least Scooby brought the moral. 

The answer, unknown to her, was that Su brought the odd knowledge. Since she rarely said no and gave in easily if someone were to only wave a good treat in front of her face she had an arsenal of seemingly useless tricks up her sleeve that came in handy at the best of times during the gang’s adventures. 

Plus, she was their friend, and that alone was enough.

The next day the gang returned to the park where an even bigger crowd had formed inside the park gates. It took them way longer to get through the line and inside, and even then it felt like they were being swarmed by the vast amount of people that were there. 

“I think we should go back to the Butcher’s Shoppe,” Toby said as they waded through the mass, trying not to get run over by baby strollers. “I feel like we didn’t even get a chance to look around before we were running for our lives.”

They headed up that way only to find that the ride was letting in people, the line all the way out to the 1 hour mark. 

“Huh, I guess people had the same idea as you, Toby,” Ken said, slapping the shorter boy on the back. Toby frowned. “Aw, come on, we can look in the other haunted houses, can’t we? The ones that are really shut down?” 

The group continued on their way, only having to stop once to drag Su and Scooby away from the caramel apple cart. Only when they tried to go in the direction of the other haunted house they had in mind, they were blocked by a gate. 

“Now what are we supposed to do?” Toby threw his hands in the air.

“Go get food?” Su suggested. Gabriella stepped past the both of them, sizing up the gate. She turned around and smiled, that terrifying gleam in her eye. 

“I can climb over and open it from that side, probably,” she signed, then waved Ken over. He happily obliged her, kneeling down so she could step up onto his back. 

“Hey! This is a Stella McCarteny! Careful!” he tried to sign, but Gabriella was not paying attention. Although, maybe she had been judging by the roll of her eyes. Su shared a glance with Toby, the both of them trying not to giggle. Scooby wagged his tail, trotting over to stand by Ken and lick at his face that was now so close to the dog’s height. “Thank you, Scooby. You’re the only one that gets it, bud.” 

Gabriella pulled herself up and over the fence with grace, the sound of her feet landing on the road coming from the other side of the gate a second later. The rest of the gang stepped back, waiting for her to open it. 

Her footsteps were soft and steady. 

Until they weren’t. 

Everyone frowned, getting closer to the gate as they heard a sudden shuffling against the dusty pavement, shoes scuffling. Gabriella grunted. 

It went quiet. 

Then more footsteps, pace uneven.

“Gabriella!” Toby called out, despite knowing that she couldn’t hear him. The three of them began pulling at the gate, desperate to get to their friend. Panic began to settle in their chests, fearing the worst now as they knew they wouldn’t be able to get it opened without an employee’s combination, like Cruz had done for them the day before. 

Only, it did open. It swung back, heavy and slow. Everyone pushed through the opening to find the Phantom standing on the other side. 

“There he is!” Ken pointed. “Get him!” 

They all started forward only to come to a halt when the Phantom turned around to face them. He may not have been so intimidating, just any other man, had it not been for the eyes. They were white and piercing, like a pair of headlights. He raised his hands, fingernails like claws, hands gripping the weapon from before. Now, in the daylight of the evening, they could see that it was not a bat but a long handle of some sort. Wires were sticking out the end, like it had been ripped off its original machine. The ghost growled at them, teeth yellow and spit flying. 

“Or not,” Toby whimpered. He and Ken ran one way while Scooby and Su went the other, flanking either side of him. The Phantom went after Ken and Toby, makeshift weapon held high over his head and ready to strike. They ran out of the gate, the only opening afforded to them as the ghost tried to corner them. 

Ken zigged while Toby zagged, the Phantom struggling to keep up with trying to catch the pair. They rounded back, heading through the gate to where Su and Scooby were hiding on the other side. 

“Shut it! Shut it!” Ken yelled at them as he passed through, the ghost just behind him. The two shoved at it, having to put their shoulders into it to lock it back into place. Toby and Ken heaved in air, now seemingly safe from the monster. 

“Hey! He’s gone!” Su smiled. It quickly turned into a frown as she glanced down at her hands that were instinctively signing along. “But so is Gabriella.” 

She bent down to wrap her arms around Scooby, the both of them whimpering and crying. 

“Ow!” Ken cried. Everyone looked over at him as he was rubbing the back of his head. He reached down and picked up a tube of lipstick. Toby stepped over to examine it. 

“That’s Gabriella’s.” 

“She’s come back to haunt us from the great beyond!” Su said, tucking in closer to Scooby as they began to cry some more. 

Something else landed by Ken’s feet, this time it was the hand sanitizer Gabriella always carried around with her. Ken turned, looking up into the little grouping of trees that were just to the side of them. In one of the branches was Gabriella, smiling down at everyone. 

“Guys!” he pointed up at her. 

“He’s gone,” she signed, waving over to the fence.

“How’d you get up there?” Toby asked. She peered around herself then shrugged. “How are you going to get back down?” 

She shrugged again. 

“I’ll catch you!” Ken signed up to her before opening his hands. Gabriella frowned and shook her head. “Aw, come on, I will!” 

“We will,” Toby corrected, waving Su over. 

The three of them all huddled under where Gabriella was. She made her way down to the lowest branch just above them and when there was nothing left to grab onto, she let go. Their arms were waiting, catching her before she hit the ground. 

“Talk about a trust fall,” Su laughed and they all huddled in closer, a group hug forming. 

“Hey, look at that,” Toby said as soon as they pulled apart. He stepped over to the side of the path where concrete met dirt and pulled a tin from the ground. His hand brushed the earth from it, revealing a label. “It’s…make-up.” 

“Jeez, Gabby, you could have taken Ken’s head off with that thing!” Su signed, smiling to show she was only joking but Gabriella remained serious. 

“That’s not mine.” 

“No, that’s because it’s costume make-up,” Toby stood to show them the tin. “Look it says, Pretty Zombie Cosmetics. It’s the same stuff that Cruz has been wearing since we’ve seen her.” 

“But…why would Cruz be the phantom?” Su asked.

“You’ve heard her, she thinks this place needs a renovation. If she can get the place shut down for long enough, maybe they’ll think about updating it.”

“I don’t know, Toby,” Gabriella signed. “If it’s Cruz then why would she ask us to help figure out what’s going on?”

“And she said she saw the Phantom herself,” Ken added. 

“I don’t know, maybe she’s hoping our involvement will help further her progress in trying to shut the place down. Nothing like a bunch of kids in places they’re not supposed to be, like behind employee lines, to get people to think this place is irresponsible. Just like with the other ghost hunters,” Toby continued to rationalize his theory. “And she could have made that whole story up just to entice us.” 

While none of the other three wanted to believe it was true, that someone as nice and bubbly as Cruz could be doing all this, they also knew that Toby was pretty good at putting together the puzzles. 

“But I…I don’t know, I also think it could be that tea shoppe guy,” Toby continued. 

“You mean Dave?” 

“Yeah. He was leaving the Butcher’s Shoppe when we first got there and did you guys notice his limp?”

“Limp?”

“He and the ghost walk the same way.” 

“He was kinda creepy,” Gabriella admitted. 

“And I think that someone who has been working here for as long as he has might not be too happy to see the Tea Gardens be turning into a modern spectacle.” 

“Alright, gang,” Ken said. “I think it’s time we split up.”

“Like, Scoob, I think you and I couldn't have gotten the better option,” Su sighed as she sat back in her chair. 

Ken had appointed them the ones to keep an eye out on the brew master for the day. They had taken a table in the back of the shoppe, getting cups of tea and basically the whole menu of sandwiches that were available to them. Their spread layout on the table top before them, being thoroughly enjoyed as they watched the older man go from table to table, taking orders and refilling cups. 

Meanwhile, the other three were headed to find Cruz’s locker to see if they could find anything else that might either clear her name or confirm Toby’s suspicions. Getting in had been easier than both Ken and Toby anticipated, but Gabriella’s lock picking skills had been coming in handy more and more often these days. Toby still had no idea where she had learned how to do it and was honestly too scared to ask. The same way he was scared to ask how she knew how to properly put someone in a chokehold. 

“How do we know which locker is hers?” Ken frowned as they were faced with several rows of them. The only distinguishing marks being that they were numbered. 

“Call it a hunch, but…” Toby walked down one of the aisles until he was standing in front of 95. 

“Hey!” someone yelled, making Toby jump a good few inches into the air. Ken and Gabriella were quick to back him up. “What are you brats doing in here!” 

The engineer from before, Drakken, was standing at the other end of the row. His anger seemed almost palpable, Toby unable to even think of a good excuse as he was too consumed with fear. 

“Cruz let us in,” Ken was quick to pick up the conversation. “She needed something from her locker but just forgot to tell us which one it was.” 

Drakken regarded the three of them for a long moment, glare hard as he waited for one of them to break. When no one did, he relented. 

“She shouldn’t be letting you kids wander around back here on your own. It’s dangerous,” he sighed, obviously still angry, but maybe not for the reasons they had originally thought. 

“Because of the phantom?” Gabriella asked. At Drakken’s lack of understanding Ken repeated it for him aloud. 

“No! Of course not, ghosts don’t exist,” Drakken rolled his eyes. 

“See?” Toby smiled, smug. 

“At least, that’s what I thought, anyway,” Drakken continued, sitting down hard on the bench that ran down the middle of the aisle of lockers. “But these days, I don’t know what to believe anymore! With only me keeping all the lights on in this place, it’s getting harder and harder to tell. Especially when it looks exactly like…” 

He trailed off, shaking his head. 

“Like?” Toby pushed. “Like what?” 

“Not a what,” Drakken scoffed. “A who. They look exactly like the last owner, Mr. Hatter.”

“He’s the one who died in the park, right?” 

The engineer nodded his confirmation before standing once more, his annoyed attitude falling back into place. “You kids better stay out of any ride that says out of order. I mean it! Just because some ghost is lurking back there doesn’t mean you should, too!” 

He was gone in a huff, the door slamming behind him. 

Ken frowned, turning to look at his other friends. “Is it just me or was that the angriest word of concern we’ve ever gotten?” 

Toby and Gabriella shrugged, but nodded in a sort of agreement. 

Everyone turned back to the locker. It wasn’t locked, oddly enough, but there was also nothing inside. Not a bag or change of clothes or anything. 

“Huh,” Toby said. “She must be off work already.” 

Gabriella made a face, pulling her phone from her pocket and turning it so the two of them could see the missed texts from Cruz that had been sent only 10 minutes ago. 

Hey!! I’ve got the night off so I can help you guys look for this phantom. 

Where are you? I’m headed to the main tea shoppe now, maybe we could meet up there?

Everyone shared a look of alarm, all thinking the same thing. They hustled over to the door but found it was locked. 

“No,” Gabriella signed after she had tried the knob. It turned easily and yet she still couldn’t get the door opened. “There must be something blocking it from the other side.” 

Ken bent down to look through the little window and saw that someone had tied a rope from the handle to a tree, keeping anyone from pulling it open. With an impressed expression Ken said, “Gotta admit, that’s a pretty good trap.” 

Gabriella and Toby slapped their foreheads. 

Back in the tea shoppe Su was roused from where she had been dozing off in her chair. It had been getting late, after all, the sun sinking below the horizon. The shoppe had been getting less lively as more people stepped out to go to the attractions, leaving the atmosphere quiet and cozy. And with the warm tea and a full belly, she had been in perfect napping conditions. 

“Hey!” she protested against Scooby’s wet tongue against her cheek. “What? What is it?” 

The dog wagged his tail, then turned his head. She followed his gaze to watch as Dave was leaving out the front door of the shoppe, passing by the window as he looked over his shoulder. 

“Dang it,” she whined, standing up and going to follow after him. But only after coming back for the last of her sandwich she’d left on her plate. Only when they turned the corner it was not Dave they ran into. Cruz was waving at them, crossing the dense group of people to meet them on the side of the walkway. 

“Hey! There you guys are,” she smiled, no longer decked out in her zombie make-up. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you. Gabriella wasn’t answering my texts.”

“Uh, yeah, sorry, we’ve just been so busy!” Su shrugged, glancing down at Scooby. 

“Which I super appreciated,” Cruz said. “So, uh, where’s everyone else?” 

“Who?” 

Cruz snorted, giving Su a funny look. Before she could say anything else, though, there was the sound of someone screaming filling the air. The two girls and the dog looked down in the direction to watch as waves of people were clearing out of the way, yelling out of fear or to warn those around them as they went. Overhead the lamps all began to go out, sparks flew as the bulbs inside burst. 

In the middle of the pathway stood the phantom, looming in the light of the one lamp that had yet to go out that stood right beside him. 

“Uh, Cruz?” Su asked, reaching out to twist her fingers into the other girl’s sleeve. 

“...Yeah?” 

“We should run, right?” 

The phantom took a step toward them. Then another, this time like a lunge as he prepared to pick up his pace. 

Above him, the light went out. 

“Yeah!” Cruz cried, pulling at Su as they both turned to get away. 

“Seriously? Since when was this guy a track star?” Su panted as they rounded the corner of the tea shoppe again, heading up the main street and hopefully toward the exit. Would the phantom even be able to follow them out of the park? 

The lights of the park began to shut down all around them. The decorations began to deflate, the music went silent. Shop lights went out, the whirring of air conditioners and generators stopped. The only thing left to guide their way was the dying light of the sun, casting everything in a darkening blue tint. 

They hauled ass toward the gate, only when they got there, it was closed. Pulling on it revealed it had also been locked, the crowd probably having no order or care no doubt making it close behind them and letting it lock automatically. 

“Come on, we’ve gotta go!” Cruz insisted when the angry growls and footsteps of the phantom began to approach them. They ducked inside one of the merch stores, hiding among the clothes and other knick knacks among the various displays. 

Only seconds later did the door open again, the phantom figure following them inside. 

Well, Su had always figured that one of these monsters was going to kill her eventually. 

She had just thought that she would at least be around all her friends when it happened. 

Her breath was trying to catch what air it has missed during the run but she kept her mouth clamped shut, knowing any sort of sound would alert the ghost to her hiding spot behind the giant cardboard cutout of a cup of smiling tea in the corner of the room with a speech bubble telling people that they’re “TEA-riffic.” 

Su swallowed, her person beginning to tremble. She knelt down to cling to Scooby who was doing the same thing. The closer the footsteps got the more they began to shake. 

“Well, Scooby,” she whispered. “It was nice knowing you!” 

She dug her face into his neck, fur tickling her nose. 

Suddenly the sound of the door bursting open filled the room followed closely by a loud, “Hey!” 

Su and Scooby shot up, peaking around the sides of the cardboard. 

Their friends were standing in the doorway, phone flashlights bright circles in their hands. Ken peered around before grabbing hold of a teapot that was sitting on the table in front of him. He threw it at the phantom, hitting them square in the chest. The ghost wheezed, arms going up to defend their face as they doubled over to nurse the no doubt aching middle. 

“Come on!” Ken encouraged, picking up the butter plate as he threw that, too. Toby went for the sugar holder and Gabriella got a stack of saucers. They began to bombard the ghost, the shop nothing but his expressions of pain and the clattering of porcelain against his limbs and eventually the tiled flooring. They got closer with their ammo, running the phantom off to the other side, exiting. 

A moment later the lights turned back on.

“Like, wow,” Su said as she and Scooby exited their hiding places. “You guys sure threw him a tea party.” 

“Su! You’re okay!” Ken ran forward to pick her up in a hug. 

“Where’s Cruz?” Toby asked.

“She was with me when the phantom attacked, we ran in here together. But I don’t know where she hid.”

“Over here!” 

Everyone turned to watch the girl come tumbling out of a giant pile of stuffed animals, sprawling on the floor next to tea bags and sugar cubes. Ken and Gabriella went over to help get her up, taking an arm each. She smiled at the pair of them in thanks. 

Her phone buzzed in her pocket, “KA-CHOW!” 

“Ugh, sorry you guys. With the park a mess right now, they probably need all hands on deck,” she said, pulling it out to read the alerts. “I’ve gotta go! Be safe!” 

They waved her off before reconfiguring around Toby, who was kneeling down on the floor. 

“What is that?” Gabriella asked, pointing to whatever Toby was holding between his fingers. 

“It’s a circuit board,” he said, tucking it into his breast pocket. Toby whipped his palms clean against his shirt, popping back up to his feet. “I think I’ve got this mystery about wrapped up. All that’s left to do is find this phantom.” 

A beat. 

The gang all looked over to Ken, expectant. He smiled back at them until it clicked. Right! 

“I’ve got a trap that’ll be perfect!” he said, index finger pointed up in the air. “I’m pretty sure the phantom will go after the only other open haunted house, so all we have to do is be inside when he does. Toby, Gabriella, and I will have set up a fake room with two doors! Scooby and Su will be inside the haunted house and get the Phantom to follow them inside. They’ll go out the exit door and we’ll be standing there to make sure to lock the Phantom inside. Easy!” 

“Uh uh, no way!” Su protest. “I’m not doing that! Last time I went into one of those things he almost took my head off!” 

“You wouldn’t go at all?”

“Nope.” Both she and Scooby lifted their chins, noses pointing in the air at the very suggestion. 

“Not even for a Scooby Snack?” Gabriella signed before pulling out the obnoxiously large green striped box with orange lettering. Su’s eyebrows arched, demeanor shifting in an instant. Scooby’s tail began to wag beside her. 

“Well, okay, I guess it won’t be so scary,” Su smiled as she reached out her hand for the treats.

“This is so scary!” Su whimpered as she and Scooby maneuvered through the haunted house. 

The park was up and running again within a matter of about half an hour. It was not as busy as it had been earlier but the night crowd was in full swing now. 

Su and Scooby had waited in the line while the other three set up the fake offshoot room from the haunted house they were guessing would be the Phantom’s next target. It was zoo themed. Couldn’t get any better than this, right! 

“Oh the things we do for our friends,” Su had said as she and Scooby were beckoned into the house by a bloody zoo keeper. 

As if the Phantom had been in on Ken’s plan, too, he showed up right on time. Su and Scooby had been passing through the bird room, screaming at the ostrich that had tried to peck at them. The music cut, the lights went off, and everyone cleared out. 

All except Su and Scooby, who had been cowering in fear of the haunted house itself, and not realizing that they were still in the middle of a plan until someone grabbed Su’s shoulder. She peered up into the Phantom’s ghastly face and remembered. Scooby bit the man’s arm, causing him to let go and giving them enough time to scramble away and get back on track. The Phantom followed after, yelling in anger, weapon at the ready in his hand. 

“Here they come!” Toby signaled to Ken and Gabriella. 

Su and Scooby were heading right down the hall, Toby getting ready to shut the door behind them and the Phantom! 

But then they turned the corner, heading on the track of the actual haunted house rather than the fake one they had set up. Toby frowned. 

“And there they go.” 

Ken and Gabriella came through the fake room into the hall with Toby. Everyone shared a look of exasperation before taking off to go help their friends. 

They had made it all the way out of the haunted house and back down toward main street. Su and Scooby were doing a great job of ducking the wild swings of the handle, but were in no doubt getting gained on. With every missed strike the phantom seemed to only get angrier and more motivated. 

The two climbed over a fence and found themselves among giant tea cups, one spinning round slowly as Su tried to use it for balance as she attempted to catch her breath. Probably a good thing, too, since it spun her around in time to watch as the Phantom was climbing up onto the platform after them. They played a riveting game of cat and mouse in the maze of circles.  

The gang caught up, watching at the Phantom slammed their weapon down just as Scooby skittered in the other direction. 

“There’s the control panel!” Toby pointed out, jogging up the line to where a worker would usually stand. Gabriella and Ken ran up onto the ride after Su and Scooby. Luckily whoever had run from the ride had left their key in the machine. Toby turned it, the ride lighting up and engines buzzing. 

The platform began to rotate and all around the Phantom, so did the tea cups. The ghost staggered and tripped over Scooby, who had been crouching right behind him. He fell into one of the teacups, watching helplessly as the faces of Ken, Gabriella, and Su went by in a blur of color, each one standing around the cup to push it to go faster and faster. 

The ghost attempted to stand but when he did he was thrown off balance and thrown out of the cup, face first onto the platform. 

Toby punched the big red button, bringing the ride to a slow stop. 

Behind him Cruz and a crowd of workers from the park had followed the chase, all huddling around the entry gate to the tea cups. Toby hurried up onto the platform, wincing as he watched his friends all try to reorient themselves to no longer being on a revolving disk. He stepped over to where the ghost was groaning and pulled the mask from their face. 

“Dr. Drakken?” everyone chorused from behind the gate at the reveal. 

“What?” Su gasped. “But he was the one cleaning up after the Phantom! Why would he make a mess for himself?” 

“That was my biggest clue,” Toby explained, standing back up to smile down at Drakken’s venomous glare. “Since he’s so overworked, why wouldn’t he try to make it so bad that they eventually had to shut down the park? I knew that whoever the Phantom was had to know how the park was set up, right down to every wire. That’s how he was able to mess with the technology, he was the only one with enough knowledge of the park’s setup to be able to control it with a remote device on his person.” 

He produced the circuit board from his pocket from the shop. He pressed a button and everyone gasped when the lights turned off and on again, the music fading in and out. 

“But…but he loves this place!” Cruz argued. The workers around her seemed to begrudgingly agree. 

“I do love this place!” Drakken finally spoke up from where he was trying to push himself off the floor, but was clearly still whirling around inside his mind. He pointed a finger at…where he probably thought the gang was, but was really a tea cup. “I wanted it for myself! Drakken Land! I’ve had the plans for my own amusement park for years now. With this place shut down I could finally buy the owner out and make it into what it was always meant to be. And I would have gotten away with it, too, if it weren’t for you meddling kids!” 

Everyone watched as the police escorted the grumbling engineer out of the park in handcuffs. 

“There’s one thing I still don’t understand,” Ken said as the car pulled away, red and blue lights fading into the traffic. “He said he wanted to buy out the owner…but didn’t he die?”

“Yeah,” Cruz agreed. “I was under the impression a whole board of people owned this place now.”

“Well, Mr. Hatter,” a police officer said, catching everyone's attention, “you won’t have to worry about him anymore.”

“Actually, I wasn’t planning on pressing any charges,” someone said, stepping out from behind the scarecrow decoration. 

“Dave?” everyone said in unison and with equal bemusement to color their harmony. 

“Are you sure?” the police officer asked only for the brew master to nod and send him on his way. The officer shrugged and exited out the gates, presumably to go down to the station to tell Drakken of the news. Dave joined the group after, hands stuck in the pocket of the apron he was still wearing. 

“You’re the owner?” Cruz asked, pointing her finger at him. The man nodded. “But..but you…but I thought-”

“Don’t hurt yourself, kid.”

“How?” 

“My name’s David Hatter. My family started the Tea Gardens and I’m just here to carry that legacy on as best I can,” he shrugged. “I always liked serving tea more than doing all the paperwork to keep this place open. I hired people to do that stuff so I can focus on the tea side of things, kinda the perks of being the boss.” 

“I thought you died!” 

“Almost died,” he corrected. “I got pretty badly electrocuted a few years ago that had been in pretty bad shape for a while there. I had to take a few weeks off and people thought I’d kicked the can since I didn’t come into work. I guess Drakken dredged that rumor back up just to help him pull this whole thing off.” 

“Huh.”

“Thanks for helping out,” Hatter said, turning to the other teens who looked less gobsmacked. 

“You’re not going to press charges?” Toby asked instantly. “Why not! That guy wanted to ruin this place! He wanted to buy it from you!” 

“Yeah, well, we weren’t exactly treating him very fair,” Hatter winced. He glanced over his shoulder at the exit for a moment. “He shouldn’t have been the only guy on call when stuff broke down. It’s my fault, I’ve been putting off getting this place up to date. I was just scared they would turn it too modern, erase my family’s history with it. He tried to pitch a plan a few times over the past years, but I always shut him down.”

“Man, no wonder he went crazy then,” Su frowned. 

“No, he’s just kinda like that, actually,” Cruz cut in, eyeing Mr. Hatter still. “But does that mean you’re going to actually listen to those plans this time?” 

“I think so,” Hatter nodded. She smiled up at him. He gave a smaller one in return before adding, “So, I believe someone’s in need of a life time supply of churros?” 

“Oh, yeah!” Cruz brightened and looked over to Scooby and Su. “Come on! Now that that’s over I can finally give you guys the full Tea Garden’s Halloween experience!” 

“Scooby dooby dooo!” the dog barked in excitement, tail wagging in a flurry behind him. The gang laughed, following their new friend back up the walkway and into the park where everyone else had seemed to be happy to get back to the fun and games.

David Hatter watched them go before making his way back to the tea shoppe. 

As he went, the lights above him flickered.

#swyntask #thank you to laura for letting me plagiarize #<33 #also word of warning this shit is so long #uselessly and boringly long

[nicetomeetmew]

Happy Spoopy Season!

I took the spoopy season fic I wrote two years ago, and got Google translate to butcher improve upon it.

Basically a story about Time, Wind, Hyrule and Four no knowing what pumpkins are turns into... uh... something. I have no idea honestly.

This is inspired by Twisted Translations on YouTube.

I took the fic and translated into a bunch of different languages. Then I translated it back into English and the result is... this. I kept it exactly as it was translated so some of the punctuation said "bye" lmao.

(Ao3 Link)

"I don't know ... do you think we can?"

---

"What is that?"

"Don't touch me! I don't know what it is!"

The timing went awry as he saw Fang, Hailer, and the four of them arguing about something.

Kakariko's Hyrule Village is having a party, so the other heroes have time to relax and explore. When the hero runs to meet his friend

Zaman saw three young soldiers walking in the city fort, but with him came four men who were sure they would not harm them. So for the last fifteen minutes, everyone just stood and stared at something, his voice getting louder by the second.

Curiosity finally got the better of me.

"Where are you looking?" he asked as he approached the yard. He searched for a smile on his face.

"It's about time! You know! Come on, tell me what it is."

The sailors left the courtyard early before the old warrior woke up.

The wind pulled him into its small circle, staring hard at the ground.

"Mom, what?"

Three young warriors were waiting for him, but there was still time. He looked at what appeared to be growing on the ground. Very large orange leaves and vines grow from the ground. But he didn't know what it was.

"I..."

"Now Vero?" Gerol was clearly healed via a tweet. It's really comforting.

Seconds passed, and he finally howled in defeat.

"I don't know what happened.

They were beyond silent.

- How did you not know that? All four screamed at the same time. He approached the object and saw him next to the object. "If you don't know, we'll never know!"

When you are sick, close your eyes, and now try to give a search in the desert. by asking when he talks about the devil

"fish!"

Four saw Wilde enjoying himself surrounded by four other characters. Wilde ran to the wall and smiled wickedly as his eyes caught something strange.

- You better not touch. he whispered. The four stood up to dry their pants, and despair quickly turned to doubt.

"Why not?" demand. Wilde laughs more than you laugh.

"If Orkin sees you holding a pumpkin, he'll let you buy it."

His smile faded as he greeted the four empty stars.

"Pumpkin? What?" he asked, pointing at the huge blade.

"It is true?"

The game begins with Legend joining Wilde on the line, and Twilight, Skye and the Rangers following.

"You haven't seen a pumpkin, have you?" He leaned against the fence and played with it. The wind was blowing hard on his cheeks.

“They don't grow up where I live! It's not my fault. "

“Of course,” Twilight said with a smile. - And you two? Stverka and Gerol said. All four blushed as Hyrule nodded. The villager turned his hand away with a slight smile on his face. which is extensive

He felt time burning his words in his ears, but he tried to calm his face.

"I can't say I saw it," he answered quietly. The five young men in front of the garden fell silent again and looked at him in disbelief.

Country? The legend was finally suppressed. - Can it be? The rangers heard faint laughter that sounded suspicious, but it was soon drowned out by the strange light of the weather.

"There's only one thing to do." Wilde announced, jumping over the fence and running into the old folks' yard. My husband is looking at other things.

After a while Savage returned with a pumpkin in his hand. Aika raised her eyebrows, not knowing what to do.

Instead of running, he walks slowly, sometimes threatening to hold her.

Looking for each other, Cornette and the remaining boy went to visit.

"Shall we eat?" He whistled in surprise.

---

He looked at the new orange tray that Wild had placed in front of him. Vento let out a suspicious sigh as Catoro poked his side with the spoon and Hyrule tried to get out of the crowd. But he quickly choked on the smell of the soup.

Meanwhile, the group's puppet show has a different take on the show. The Warriors and Legends did not hide their laughter, and 10 minutes in, Usmani crossed her arms over her chest and burst into laughter. Beam was standing with his mouth open and smiling. And Savage... well, Savage just wanted soup.

"I will do my work, I will do my part": he asks the tenth. But he drew a deep breath late from his rest. His eyes were astonished.

- Interesting! Heller's eyes filled up and he cried tears of joy. The wind blew, and the interpreter agreed to speak. All four are blood.

"... Come on, okay," he whispered, taking another spoonful.

Of course, legends and warriors who agree with the contributions of others do not immediately abandon their ignorance.

U-Khan vayehlazi keke komieni wahe, his shoulders quivering with cold laughter. Wuhan came quickly as Mickett Brodgen.

"room".

"That's right?"

"You shouldn't be afraid to talk to Melvin."

#linkeduniverse #linked universe #mew writes #i did this while listening to the sonic underground theme on repeat #it was a religious experience #a cookie to anyone who can guess who the heroes are from their new names (or lack of thereof) #and also Melvin