#tw halloween mention

[sn0id]

In honor of Spooky Season, this is yet another PSA that McKamey Manor is a scam and a cult. The so-called "scariest haunted house in America" is not a haunted house, it is a janky yard to which the sadistic creep known as Russ McKamey lures victims with the potential of a cash prize, assaults these people to the point of hospitalization and disability, and will do anything to ensure he never has to pay the prize money.

Do check out the youtube channel Reckless Ben, where they are currently in the process of exposing this scam. They are far from the first to try, but have gotten close enough that they are currently being sued by Russ. Unfortunately, shady business has youtube suppressing this content so it hasn't blown up as it should have. I won't go into specifics here because there's too much history, but it is a wild ride and an issue that is in desperate need of more recognition. So please look this up and reblog. Whether you're in it for the entertainment or because it's an important cause that's way overdue, I really don't care, the word just needs to get out.

#spooky #spooky season #mckamey manor #russ kckamey #torture tw #torture cw #torture mention #long post #psa #this has been a psa #important #this is important #important information #important psa #just a psa #good to know #halloween #haunted house

[incorrectbatfam]

Jason used to put up flyers for a free Halloween event for crime alley kids ( a week or two before to aviod the Rouge messsing with it) at Wayne mannor. Order three trucks of candy. Set up free kid costumes on tables for people to grab, hire a band and have the ballroom ready with a ball pit and bounce house. He would tell no one until the candy arrived. It became know Jason's suprise Spooky bash. Gotham loved it. (It stopped when he died)

It stopped happening at Wayne Manor. On the other hand, the Drake house, which was empty most of the year...

#ask #anonymous #jason todd #red hood #tim drake #red robin #batfamily #batfam #batbros #batboys #batkids #batsiblings #batman family #dc comics #headcanon #tw death mention #tw halloween

[ourstaturestouchtheskies]

The Magic Circle – John William Waterhouse // Burn Your Village (Same Old Energy Part II) – Kiki Rockwell

#charlotte's halloween celebration #the magic circle #john william waterhouse #burn your village #burn your village (same old energy pt ii) #rituals on the bank of a familiar river #kiki rockwell #witch #witchcraft #magic #spooky art #art #art history #lyrics #lyric art #tw skull #tw death mention

[pastafossa]

“What Was That?” (Haunted House Fic, Matt Murdock x F!Reader)

I CAN’T BELIEVE I FORGOT TO POST THIS WHOOPS. I had someone send me an ask like a month ago about Matt and Jane dealing with ghosts and the idea was funny so I typed up a little something, meant to drop it on halloween (hrrgh), so I’m a few hours late in my time zone, but not in others! So let’s do this! This Reader is from my long-fic TRT though all you need to know is Reader is psychic and this is set far enough ahead in their timeline that they’re married.

Rating: SFW

Ship: Matt Murdock x f!Reader 

Wordcount: 2,488 

Warnings: Swearing, references to spiders, ghostly spookiness, though mostly funny. Wanted to see if I could mix a little scary with the haunted house humor.

Matt seen here, questioning what the hell you’ve gotten him into this time. 

“—goddamn dumbass, sneaking in here,” you grumbled where you were on your hands and knees, shining your flashlight under the moldering, half-broken bed. “He’s lucky his mom paid me to find his phone even without the thread. Him and his friends probably broke in here to drink.” 

“Uh huh,” Matt said slowly. He barely noticed the soft sound of your footsteps behind him, too focused on the corner of the room. “...Right. Drinking.”

“And look, I’m not saying I don’t get the desire to do stupid shit. But at least hold onto your phone.” You rocked back on your knees with a groan, dusting your hands off. “Well, it’s not in here. Next room.”

“Sweetheart?”

“Yeah?”

“Is there… a mannequin in the corner of the room?”

You swung your flashlight around towards the corner he was facing, your brow furrowed as you carefully rose. “No. Why?”

“You don’t see anything?”

“No. Room’s mostly empty other than a bed.”

He’d have agreed with that statement a few minutes ago. While some of the rooms were more furnished than others—all of the furniture being long past its prime, broken and crumbling, faded and coated in dust—most were like this one. As far as he could sense, all that remained in the room was the bed, its covers moth-eaten and ragged, a small end table, cracked down the side and on its last legs… and the ridiculously conspicuous, elongated human shadow standing in the corner, where it had remained for the past five minutes.

He’d been hoping it was a mannequin. A really, really cold mannequin.

The chilled human outline slowly rotated its head clockwise in a half-circle. The movement seemed almost broken, its head moving in staggered intervals, each shift paired with a distant click like the crack of a bone. Only once its mouth reached the twelve o’clock position did it stop.

“I think we should look somewhere else,” he said quickly. “Preferably right now.”

“It’s a spider, isn’t it?” You grimaced, taking a few steps back towards him. “I can handle a lot of them, but not when they get big and hairy.”

He did his best to throw you a casual smile. It would be for the best if you didn’t know what he was sensing. He wasn’t even sure how he’d explain it, in truth. ‘There’s a figure and it’s cold and its face is upside down’ could only result in disbelief. “I just don’t like it here. That’s all. Old houses smell.”

“Fair enough.”

The figure gradually lifted one leg, the motion just as stuttered as the movement of its head had been. Its leg rose further and further until its knee had almost reached its neck, before it took one exaggerated, creeping step towards you both, as if sneaking.

Nope.

Matt grabbed your arm, and you let out a startled grunt as he yanked you back with him, slamming the ancient door shut behind you both.

“What the fuck, Matt?! You could just ask me to leave.” 

 “Spider,” he said. “It was a really… really big spider.”

Something with long fingernails scratched quietly at the bottom of the door from the other side. Then there was a a faint ‘meow’—not the sound, but the actual word, delivered in the low voice of a large man, the words muffled as if he’d pressed his mouth to the small crack between the top of the door and the frame, all while the nails continued to scratch at the bottom. Which was… fairly unsettling, in about a million different ways, 99% of which Matt didn't feel like considering because even he had sense sometimes. Fortunately, the sounds were also too soft for you to hear.

You raised your brows and glanced at the door, which was still being scratched at.

 “It was a spider with hair,” he added quickly. “It hissed. I wouldn’t go back in there.”

“If it was hissing, it was probably a wolf spider. God, those bites hurt.” You shuddered, before turning around. “Alright, maybe I’m glad you yanked me out of there. Let’s keep looking then. Sooner we find the kid’s phone, the sooner we can get out.”

“Sounds good to me.”

'Meow.'

-x-

It was on the ceiling this time.

“I hate places like this,” you mumbled, digging around in the couch cushions of an old sofa that groaned ominously every time you pushed too hard. Matt wasn’t sure whether the noise was actually the furniture or if the couch was instead possessed, but either way, he didn’t tell you about the bloodstain beneath it, or the twisted shape in the basement that sounded like it was licking at the underside of the floor right beneath your feet. “I know I complain about sewer grates, and those are gross, too, but old houses like this? Blergh.”

Matt tilted his head at the shape up on the crumbling ceiling, and it tilted its head back, mirroring him.

“Did you find it?” he asked you, trying to keep the urgency out of his voice.

“Not unless you count some questionably stained quarters, no, but I think maybe—”

The shadow skittered suddenly across the ceiling until it was above you, before slowly extending its head down. It shouldn’t have been able to get all that far, but instead of lurching to a stop, its neck began to elongate like warm taffy, its mouth gaping open like a serpent preparing to swallow its prey.

He only just grabbed your shirt and hauled you back with a grunt as the head swung down where you’d just been standing, thick splatters of ethereal drool dropping to the floorboards with quiet pat-pat noises like rain. 

“Matt, Jesus—“ 

 “Another spider,” he said breathlessly, because he loved you and watching a ghost try to swallow you like it was a python and you were an antelope was, to put it mildly, somewhat distressing and adrenaline-inducing. And also disgusting, considering that it had been drooling. “It… fell. Where you were. It was also hissing.”

The eyes on the shadow’s head grew larger, bulging out of its head like overripe grapes, its mouth lolling open until the chin and what he presumed to be a tongue hit the floor with a barely-there splat.

Was it… scowling at him?

“Look, I get that you’re protecting me from spiders, and I’m grateful.” You shot him a look. “But you could just… tell me.”

“The spider had babies on its back. Thousands of them.”

“Right, yup, you’re right, we can hit another room.” This time it was you who dragged him with you, though he was quickly distracted by the stairs in the attic. It sounded like someone was running back and forth, sprinting up and down the steps, though there was no one there that he could sense. 

“We should avoid the attic,” he said after a moment. “There’s more wolf spiders on the stairs. They all... they all have babies. I think it might be breeding season.”

“Do I want to know how many spiders there are in this house?”

“Probably not.”

-x-

 “It has to be in here somewhere,” you grumbled, picking your way through the kitchen. It didn’t help that dozens of pots and pans had all been arranged in a series of delicately balanced towers, each monument stationed at what seemed like random points around the room. Even the rickety wooden chairs had been gathered and shaped into a pyramid along one side of the room, behind which was a wall oozing a foul smelling substance he didn’t really want to direct his senses towards. “Only room besides the attic we haven’t checked. Can you sense anything? I’m dying here, D. Lend me a hand, as much as I appreciate you listening for spiders.”

The figure that stepped through the far doorway was different than all the others still.

The basic shape of it was human, but that was where the resemblance ended. Its proportions were… wrong, wrong, the hair on the back of Matt’s neck standing on end. It was so tall the top of its broad, wide-brimmed hat scraped against the ceiling, so tall it seemed to have to fold in on itself just to enter the room. Its bony arms hung halfway to its knees, spindly fingers with too many joints curling beneath hands the size of dinner plates. With each step, its legs silently snapped and folded, bent like the limbs of a massive spider, before they shot out again to take another step.

Only once it was fully in the room, a mere ten feet away, did it stop… and watch.

“Matt? You ok?”

‘MaTT? YOu ok? Ok YOU? MaTT?’ It was as if it were trying to mimic you, its voice pitched in an attempt at yours. And yet the shaped syllables were all wrong, the emphasis in the wrong place, discordant as it looped and repeated, all while rotating its head one way and then the other. “You-you-yOU OK? MaTT? SomeWHERE? HeRE someWHERE? Has to bE. Room EMPty, emPTY? roOOm! No-no-nO, M-m-MaTT.’

He let out a low growl, slowly grabbing the back of your shirt and tugging you back with him as the figure snapped its leg up and then stepped closer, swallowing up far too large a gap. “We’re leaving. Now.”

You glanced at him, your eyes darting over the shape of his mouth, reading what little of him you could see with his mask on. He could almost hear the gears in your mind turning, spinning as you glanced around… and then you sighed. “It’s not a spider, is it?”

‘Is iT? Is IT? IS it? SweetHEART MaTT—’

“...No,” he said grimly, his hand still fisted in your shirt.

There was a faint whisper along his skin, one that signaled you’d opened your third eye. Just like that, the figure froze.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” you muttered, before reaching for a large pan on the kitchen counter. 

 “I don’t think hitting it with a skillet will work.” He grit his teeth, spreading his legs wider in preparation, though for what, he wasn’t sure. He’d never actually fought a ghost before, but for you, he’d try. He always would, whether it was robbers in alleys or ghosts or geese.

“It scares more of them than you think.” You grunted and then hurled the pan, the rusted iron flying through the ghost’s torso, momentarily shredding its form. The pan struck the far wall, crashing through the rotted drywall as the ghost let out a haunting wail. You jabbed a finger at it, your tone taking on the note you often used on aggressive raccoons who bothered you in alleys. “Shoo! Beat it!”

The wailing only grew louder. Its jaw unhinged and dropped down against its chest, even its teeth howling.

“Oh, spare me the tears. You’re not a banshee. Fuck off!” Another pot flew through the air, this time sailing through its head. The wailing abruptly ceased, the shape jerking as if you’d startled it. “Go on! Get out of here!”

“Wait, sweetheart—”

There was a low hiss, and then it sprinted, the figure racing towards you. He tried to pull you back but you shook him off, tilting your head up just in time for the figure to lurch to a stop, its face a mere inch from yours.

You didn’t blink, narrowing your eyes.

It leaned closer, your hair stirring as it whispered gibberish at you, its mouth moving too quickly for any mortal, loud jabbering like the buzz of insects in Matt’s ears.

“What’s it saying?” you said mildly. “I can see it but I can’t really hear it. Nothing but whispers.”

“I don’t… think it’s saying anything,” he said warily, resisting the urge to step between you and the ghost as it inched closer, a mere half inch now.

Its head snapped in a ninety-degree angle to the right, gaping mouth yawning wide before it jabbered more noise, this time vaguely understandable, to Matt’s ears at least.

It drew in a breath, the room dropping in temperature in a sudden rush, so sudden frost appeared on the windows, before it shrieked in your face.

“Right, I heard that.” You snorted, before jutting your chin up. “You listen. You all have been bothering us all night, and it’s about to stop. You wanna know why?”

‘No, no, nO, why? WhY?’

“It wants to know why.” Matt’s arm wound around you as the cold shadows in the room deepened, shapes and sounds pressing inwards, listening, whispering, hissing. The walls began to shift minutely, oozing behind the crumbling drywall in a way that almost sounded like the wet rasp of diseased lungs, thick with blood and worse.

“Because my husband,” you bared your teeth in a grin, one gleeful and menacing, “is Catholic.”

The house abruptly went still, the figure in front of you letting out a stuttering gust of air that tasted like mold and decay, like peeling wallpaper and rotted clothes. 

 “And you know what that means,” you continued confidently. “He fucking rolls with his man, the great lamb Jesus. They are quite close, considering how often he goes to confession. As you can imagine, that also makes him close with his priest. Like brothers, or... or a father I guess.” 

 “This feels blasphemous,” Matt said, amused despite himself. 

 “Just trust me and roll with it.”

He thought about it, tipping his head one way and then the other before the corner of his mouth curled up in a smirk. “Have I mentioned my mother’s a nun?”

The house shuddered, windows slamming across the house as if in existential horror, as if it had once gone to Catholic school and dealt with nuns itself, and Matt could relate.

 “Basically, we can have Father Lantom and my nun-in-law here in thirty seconds to exorcise all your asses.” You threw your arms up and Matt helpfully dodged your hand where you’d almost smacked him in the face. “You want that?”

The glass chandelier above you—which seemed like a poor choice for a kitchen, Matt was fairly certain, though he’d admittedly gone to law school and not the School for Decorating Future Haunted Houses—began to sway and creak, the whole house groaning. Doors slammed, footsteps rang out up and down the stairs, an old radio two floors up beginning to blare a pulse of static. The ghost in front of you reared back, its form striking against the ceiling like a wave of cool shadow about to come down on you both.

“Should you really be antagonizing them?” Matt asked you curiously. 

 “Just hang on, it’s a process” you told him, before drawing in a deep breath and letting your voice ring out. “Show me the fucking phone and we’ll leave. No priest needed. Or you can fuck with us, and you all don’t get to scare the shit out of drunken teenagers anymore, which I’m sure you like doing. Take your pick.”

Whispering filled the house, swelling in rapid waves, as if the floors began to discuss with the ceiling, who questioned the attic and the cracked windows that were thoughtfully leaking what Matt suspected was more blood, which dripped down to the arguing shadows in one of the upstairs bedrooms who were debating nuns versus being able to scare teenagers for the next fifty years until the house came down and they had to hitchhike to a new one, which was really a lot of effort, but until Uber hit the Great Beyond, it was the best they could do.

It didn’t take long.

Just like that, every hint of activity… abruptly vanished, including the ghost in front of you.

“Thank you,” you said firmly. “Now show me the phone. I know you assholes took it.”

A sullen silence grew in the house. 

 “Matt, call up Father Lantom and Sister Maggie.”

A pot in the corner fell with a sheepish clang, revealing the phone that had been hidden beneath it.

“Right,” you said quickly, snatching up the phone and taking Matt’s arm. “We should go.”

“I love you,” he said in amusement, as he let you lead him out. “Have I told you that?”

“Yes, and honestly, I’m just glad you’re Catholic. I know I joke about the guilt but that really came in handy.” 

 “I’m glad my Catholic guilt complex could save the day instead of ruin it for once.”

#matt murdock x f!reader #daredevil x f!reader #the red thread #matt murdock x reader #daredevil x reader #daredevil #matt murdock #reader #x reader #reader insert #fanfic #fic #haunted house trope #spoopy #tw: mention of spiders #though we don't see any #ghosts #happy halloween #the idea was so funny i couldn't help but bang something out real quick #if jane could see ghosts she'd treat them like racoons in alleyways who were bothering her #matt would be fairly calm at least until they tried to creep up on you and then Danger Move My Wife Away senses would kick in

[swampstew]

Killer, I-30 ~ Cum Eating

Summary: Hiking through the ancient lands of old and you get to experience a rite of passage - staying overnight in a real life wilderness hut - that will keep you safe from deadly terrors and beasts during the night. Does it work?

Warnings: Spicy, modern monster au, Killer as Biasd Bheulach with female reader, risky sex, fingering, oral (reader receiving), failed pull out method and cum eating, dead dove do not eat for ending cause murder is implied. Word Count: 863

Biasd Bheulach is a monster or spirit that supposedly haunts Odal Pass on the Isle of Skye in Scotland. It is said to be a nocturnal shapeshifter, sometimes a man, sometimes a beast. It’s believed to be the source of the frightful shrieks and outcries heard in the night. If you’ve ever asked what’s hiding in the dark, don’t be surprised to hear it’s the Beast of Odal Pass. There are accounts of travelers claiming to have been attacked by the beast as they traveled through the night. One alleged victim was found dead on the roadside with gory wounds. There have been few actual accounts of what the creature looks like so it is generally advised not to travel at night.

The handsome stranger had flirted with you all night and you had fallen for his charm. His big, muscled body was a delight to look at, his long and gorgeous mane of hair was enchanting, and every time you caught a peek of his crystal blue eyes, you could feel yourself swoon. Like a fairy tale prince handsome.

You and your friend group had been hiking through the land when it began to grow dark. And once the deep hue cleared the sky you’re spines prickled with fear when you heard wild shrieking that nearly sounded like laughter. Crazed laughter.

Finding a local wilderness hut, called a Bothy, your group tread quickly to the basic shelter in the hopes to avoid whatever that foul sound was. When you crossed the threshold none of you expected to find it already occupied by the handsome stranger. He introduced himself and explained he sought shelter when he heard the howling shrieks. He lived in the next town over and was travelling by foot but decided that for safety he would spend the night.

His name was hard to pronounce and didn’t have an easily international equivalent, so he settled for Killer when your friend’s boyfriend called him drop dead gorgeous. Killer was kind, gentle and well-articulated. It was easy to get along with him and feel comfortable around him quickly. Between the four of you, you had food and water for about a day and a half.

Killer informed everyone that there was a fresh water stream nearby and offered to go with her boyfriend, but your friend insisted she would go with as there was no bathroom in the shelter, just a spade to dig in the dirt.

As soon as you were left alone with him, he pounced. You eagerly accepted his brazen advances and soon you were both rushing towards the shoddy second story loft space for privacy. Despite the…rugged…quality of the shelter, it served is purpose.

You were writhing in pleasure as Killer removed his thick, calloused fingers out of your weeping cunt. You whimpered at him with pleading eyes and gave him a satisfied hum when he unbuckled his pants. He fucked you raw and you loved every second of it. Dripping in sweat and huffing the humid air with each breath you shared as he pistoned into you and harshly bit where your shoulder met your neck. With a cry, your pussy throbbed and clamped on his cock making him grunt loudly, panting through grit teeth as his hips stuttered.

“Sh-shit!” you heard him moan as he pulled out, jerking himself over your body and covering you with white. You closed your eyes as you felt the warmth splatter against your skin, your hips shifted and you realized you could feel warmth dripping down between your thighs.

“Did you—?” you asked quietly.

“Eh I might have, sorry don’t think I pulled out fast enough. Don’t worry I’ll clean you up, just sit back and get comfortable, this won’t take long.”

Confused, you laid on your back as he lifted your thighs over his shoulder. He buried his tongue into your pussy and you let out a squeal. You felt the muscle work your core, licking your walls clean, licking your ass cheeks and inner thighs clean as well. You were in a daze as he left your core, trailing his tongue up your torso as he thrusted his fingers into your pussy once more. Pumping you as he licked clean the mess he made on you.

When he cleaned the last drop, his fingers worked overtime causing your final orgasm to strike you like lightning. He swallowed your screams as your pussy crushed his fingers, pumping you through the intense rocking that wallowed in your body as you rode the train of ecstasy. You don’t remember anything else from the night, except one final moment as sleep dragged you to its depths, the way he looked at you with almost guilt as he kissed your forehead.

Quietly murmuring, “If only in a different life.”

You remembered wanting to ask him what he meant when you woke up. However, you awoke to a nightmare. Walking groggily down the steps, your movement faltered when you realized the Bothy had been destroyed from the inside out. No trace of your friend, her boyfriend, or Killer.

All that was left was splatters and puddles of blood strewn about the ruined interior.

5 tiles to go, 59 calls made so far.

#massacre soldier killer #kinktober 2023 #raven's bingo board #raven's halloween party #one piece fanfiction #one piece smut #swampstew stories #swampstew bedtime stories #tw monsterfucking #dead dove do not eat #tw implied murder #cw bodily fluids #cw eating mention #killer x reader #killer x y/n

[jack-the-nibbler]

Voretober Day 5: Woods

Don't wander too far into the forest, that's where the strongest Pokemon like to hunt.

When you stopped at the village’s Pokemon Center that afternoon, one of the townspeople warned you to take caution in the weald leading to the next route. She had said that it was teeming with ghost type Pokemon who preyed upon trainers who got in over their heads. This naturally had you curious. You already had to brave the haunted woods, and with two badges under your belt considered your growing team to be decently strong. Not to mention this would be a great opportunity to add a ghost type to the party. Already you were hoping to find a Misdreavus or Pumpkaboo, but you’d be happy with just about anything.

You set off into the Dismal Weald, your three Pokemon at full energy and bag full of potions and balls. The trees above stretched outwards like claws, dark leaves blocking out the late afternoon sunlight. The soft moans of ghost Pokemon were distant, enough to make your hair stand on end. It was appropriately eerie, but you pressed on. You weren’t scared of any ghosts!

As you ventured into the tall grass, taking out a few Bellsprouts and Pidoves, you found it odd that there weren’t many Pokemon around. Sometimes you caught a glimpse of a Gastly leering at you, only to vanish a split second later. You’d heard that a stronger Pokemon in the area might scare some of the others away…but what could be wandering around here that would frighten everything else?

The sudden feeling of a powerful presence sent a chill down your spine. Your confidence was melting away, the sound of a rumbling growl making you afraid to turn around. You wanted to just run, but it might get you lost in this shady place. Taking a deep breath, you gripped a Poke Ball and tossed it as you turned, releasing your Vulpix to stand against your foe. Immediately you wished you hadn’t.

A Dusknoir hovered mere feet away, his single red, glowing eye fixed on you. This Pokemon was way above your level, more than capable of sweeping your team. He didn’t look like he’d let you run away easily…you swallowed your nerves, deciding to just try and distract the ghost long enough to flee.

“Vulpix, use Incinerate!” you commanded. The fox nodded and exhaled a concentrated stream of flame at the towering spirit. He shrugged off the attack and lurched forward, the mouth on its belly opening up. While you braced yourself for an undoubtedly strong attack, something entirely worse happened. Instead of striking, a long, golden, spectral tongue slithered out of its mouth and wrapped around your Vulpix. 

You stared in horror, unable to move an inch. Even if you could, would you have the heart to just run away and abandon your partner to her fate? As the Dusknoir floated closer, licking his lips, you snapped out of it and scrambled for your Bayleef’s Poke Ball. If you could just get one Sleep Powder off, you could try and save Vulpix! But you weren’t fast enough-Dusknoir held you tight in his large hands, preventing any sort of counter or escape.

You shuddered as the massive ghost pressed you against his large belly, giving a low, pleased rumble. That tongue, dripping with slime, pressed against your legs before slowly sliding its way all the way up your body. As the spectral muscle lapped up your face, you were left shivering within Dusknoir’s hold, painted in a thick layer of ectoplasmic saliva. Dusknoir gave another pleased rumble before wrapping his tongue around you, pulling you into his dark, gaping maw. 

Your scream was swiftly muffled by the Dusknoir’s jaws clamping shut around you. You were sealed away in warm, damp darkness with no possible escape. You kicked as hard as you could, but it only created faint bulges on the outside of Dusknoir’s body. Fear seeped in as you thought about all those stories of the Gripper Pokemon devouring souls, leaving only the body behind. Were you destined to die young? Was this the Reaper claiming you, or a mere accident that would spell the end of your journey?

There was a nuzzle against your side and a whimper. You had almost forgotten about Vulpix, now as slimy and frightened as you were. She snuggled up into your arms as you hugged her, taking some comfort in her natural warmth. You felt awful about unintentionally condemning your beloved Pokemon to the same fate. Maybe if you were lucky, this wouldn’t hurt, maybe the afterlife wouldn’t be so bad…

Minutes passed, and nothing happened. You and Vulpix appeared completely fine, still very much alive. You were confused, but mostly relieved. There still wasn’t any way out…it was still dark, and all you could make out was that large, thick tongue resting underneath you. The combination of darkness and warmth, both from the environment and the fire type you were hugging was taking a toll after a long day of traveling. Though you were hesitant, sleep was closing in on you. Maybe you could afford to close your eyes for a few minutes…

Outside, the Dusknoir gave a content purr as he rubbed over his stomach. He technically didn’t need to eat, and had no desire to take you or any of your Pokemon into the Spirit World. He simply loved the feeling of a warm, living being filling him up, and a trainer happened to be the perfect size. The ghost type patted his gut, floating off deeper into the Dismal Weald. For now you were safely tucked away-come sundown, you would wake up in a patch of flowers just outside the woods, completely unharmed and having a fourth Poke Ball resting in your hand…

#soft vore #safe vore #nonfatal vore #halloween vore #pokemon vore #vore writing #nonhuman pred #unwilling prey #pokevore #prey pov #pov vore #spooky vore #fearplay #tw death mention

[existennialmemes]

Here's your yearly Halloween reminder that drugs and candy are both expensive, and

no one can afford to buy both to give to your kids 🧡🖤🧡

#shitpost #shitposting #Halloween #halloween memes #halloween candy #tw drugs #tw drugs mention

[terrovaniadorm]

Can the big bad wolf ever have a happy ending?

Perhaps not, not with a knight in shining armor at least.

James belongs to @twsted-princess :)

#OMGG Mercie posting more art moments #It's the piece i mentioned similar to Lilith and Konstantin one #It was unintentional but LMAO anyways #I got two more pieces to post then it's Halloween asks and Halloween art #Twisted wonderland #Twisted wonderland oc #Twst oc #Keres Perrault #other characters #James Vort #Tw blood #Tw death #My art

[vinceymakesblogs]

A year ago, I heard about Wendell & Wild being made way back in late August. I did research on it and got excited, talking about it to everyone I know.

I remember getting into this fandom and making memes in the middle of art class, making theories, edits.. All of that.

September comes around, me and my friends get hyped as sneak peaks and little advertisements for it roam around, I end up making Wendell my F/O and count how many days we have left until it releases.

Finally, October comes around. A year ago today I bought a shit ton of snacks for my friends and watched this wonderful movie with them at my old house. That night, I felt heard and healed from my trauma after so many years.

Without this movie, I don’t know where I would be today. So I just want to say thank you to everyone reading this and to the creators. You guys mean a lot to me and I love you guys like family.

Happy 1 year Anniversary, Wendell & Wild!!

- Love, Vin. 💜

#wendell and wild #vin babbles 🛸 #positive vent #note #halloween #tw trauma mention #healing #self shipping community #self ship positivity #now i gotta hop off before i get tears all over my keyboard /hj /pos #henry selick #jordan peele

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HALLOWEEN DRINKS SET A PACK OF 4 SPOOKY CUSTOM DRINKS

It's spooky season, and this year I've prepared a lovely set of Halloween drinks fit for all sorts of different supernatural sims. You can use them for your supernatural sims or just bard drinks that fit in with your regular sims' spooky décor, they're fun for everyone.

AB MARTINI

Single serving

Alcoholic

Vegetarian-Safe, Lactose Free

Optional EA plasma fruit and Icemunmun heart fruit (can be cooked without)

CHOSTLY CONCOCTION

Single serving

Alcoholic

Vegetarian-Safe, Lactose Free

LUNAR LIQUOR

Single serving

Alcoholic

Vegetarian-Safe, Lactose Free

Optional EA nightly mushroom and SCCO any sugar (can be cooked without)

NEPTUNE’S DELIGHT

Single serving

Alcoholic

Vegetarian-Safe, Lactose Free

Optional KingZace kelp and SCCO any seaweed (can be cooked without)

FOR BOTH

Please don’t re-upload as your own!

This food item REQURES the latest version of my food enabler object.

DOWNOAD (SFS + PATREON)

#Halloween #sims 4 #sims4mods #sims4mm #sims4drinks #sims 4 maxis match #sims 4 mm cc #sims 4 mods #my stuff mods #my stuff all #my stuff drinks #drinks #alcoholic drinks #alcoholic cocktails #tw alchohol mention #Homestyle #bar drinks #Cocktails #spooky themed

[bokettochild]

I had a fun little interaction today

My sister hauled me to Spirit Halloween for the first time (I know it's August, but she likes jumping on it as soon as it's in town) and there was a bunch of kids wandering around, one specifically who came up to us with a mask and scythe and pretended to swing it at us, earning, of course, mock horror from us both.

Anyways, while I was perusing the Steampunk selection (because I already have a steampunk get up, but it's kinda pathetic without ✨accessories✨) said kid comes up to me again, armed with a old time gun (toy) and a mobster style fedora (the 1920's costuming was right behind me)

Well, as a former nanny, well trained in the ways of small boys and their guns, and outside of the watch of any judgemental looking individuals, I played along. He "shot" his gun (making the noises) and I dutifully collapsed in the middle of the isle and waited until he walked away to rise again from the dead and seek out my next costume piece.

Not the interaction I was expecting, but he seemed pleased with it, which was the goal :)

#spirit halloween #not lu #personal #tw gun mention #it's a toy #but still

[undeadbetareads]

It's finally getting cooler weather where I live after a long, hot summer. Meaning it is time for warm drinks, sweaters, books, scary movies, and exploring the forest once the bugs go into hibernation/die.

#fall aesthetic #fall #cold weather #tw dead animal #death mention tw #aesthetic #goblincore #books #reading #horror movies #horror films #halloween #forest #sweaters #warm and cozy #warm drinks #exploring #fuck summer #i hate summer #i hate heat #i love rain

[spooky-donut-ghost-house]

"Mom, I frew up."

#nosferatu #nosferatu 1922 #count orlok #halloween #vampire #vampires #meme #memes #shitpost #shitposts #shitposting #vampirism #tw throwing up #tw vomit #tw puke #tw puking mention #tw emetophobia #tw emeto ment #cw throwing up #cw vomit #cw puke #cw emetophobia #spongebob squarepants #spongebob shitpost

[fragilcline]

where : the living room when : before 11:30 pm but later into the party who : @sugcrxspice

"YOU KNOW, IT'S ACTUALLY A BIT FUNNY," Mei began, interrupting herself to take a swig directly from the bottle of champagne, conveniently not asking Ava where exactly it was obtained from. She had learned from her time around the cosmetologist and Mindy that somethings were better to just remain oblivious about when it came to the two of them. The way the night had been going wasn't exactly what the avid homebody would call enjoyable, but sitting there next to Ava, away from all the commotion of loud music and bodies, was probably the most fun she could have. Or maybe the champagne was already getting to her. "Tinker Bell tries to assassinate Wendy out of jealousy, and Peter barely bats an eye. Juliet stabs herself after her lover dies. I don't think we really picked costumes that scream 'our love lives are going great!'" It was more ironic than funny, but even so, she still managed to amuse herself with the comment, giving a chortle that was most definitely encouraged by the alcohol. At least finding something to laugh about in regards to everything made her feel less pathetic, and she hoped Ava could relate to that thought process. She held the bottle up to offer to the fairy, figuring she should probably get the bubbly liquid out of her own hands. "There's still probably time for a dreamy, masked stranger to turn your night around. The way that trope is so common in books, you would think it happens all the time." Then again, it may have been all the fiction that filled her head that made her romanticize a situation she shouldn't have in the first place.

#( ˗ˏˋ threads. ´ˎ˗ ) #( ˗ˏˋ halloween costume party. ´ˎ˗ ) #ava adler ; #tw death mention #tw alcohol #hehehe hopefully this is okay!!!!

[misssprinkles]

If you could be anyone in cemetery mary who would you be? Also I live your content🥰🥰🥰

Mary. Again.

I love her

I already relate to her alot

SPOILERS, DRUG, AND DEATH MENTIONS

3. All the other characters dont have great lives (Reginalds a serial killer, Crowven and Twyla have gangs, Theo dies, Zapara has a drug issue, etc) I think Marys life has the best circumstances of them all. Especially in the true end.

#Also tyyyyyy! #That means a lot to me! #arcadekitten #noisrevverse #cemetery mary #cm #You might start to see a pattern with me lol #I even dressed up as Mary for halloween #mary anta #mary #I dont think I could deal with the guilt of being Crowven Reginald or Twyla #I get guilty really easily #I get guilty just from saying a little white lie #Drug Mention TW #Drug TW #Death TW #Killing TW #Bro the amount of times I tried to post this and it crashed the editor. #All cuz i put commas in the tags

[scoredandstoried]

Location: Faux Folie Status: Closed, Silas ( @bcysdontcry )

It's a face he hasn't seen in a while. One usually bathed in strobe lights and sweat while the two of them jumped and danced and snorted something off the back of a stall toilet. Shouted over the loud club music that they should get out of here and go smoke on the roof. As things go, sometimes friendships fade or distance grows. Or people forget to text. They get busy. There's no malice- Oz is pleasantly surprised to see Silas.

Then he remembers the wheelchair. Something that could easily be seen as a prop on this night, when he's dressed as Dr. Scott- and Oz debates saying it is. Feigning normality a bit longer. "Silas! It's been forever." He chuckles as he rolls himself over, holding out a hand. A hug is a bit more dependent on his old friend, from his vantage point. "How're you doing? You look... hot." Oz is normally a serious and rather blunt person, and that hasn't changed. The rare smile is reserved for Silas. A welcome face in the crowd of costumes.

#bcysdontcry #event: halloween #tw drug mention