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[ask-luciavampire]

happy new year 2025 Lucia family punch is stong

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[teethfarming]

I- should actually post on here, so here's my lil pathchwork fella, Enoch as a head start

[branda]

KIMONO FRAGMENTS – Selvedge Magazine

[satanisnotapogostick]

I had forgotten/never knew about the meg possessing sam part bc I have only a pathchwork understanding of the lore but that really does make sammeg so much worse and ramp up the MAD of it all in an extremely compelling way

[lacrow]

Forger Spookfest Poem- Nightmare Before Christmas AU

@gonnahypatia (lmao I just saw your ask) I posted this earlier but took it down to change some words and stuff. Now I will copy and paste everything again *ahem* I know you didn't directly suggest this but all your Tim Burton AU's got me thinking and I came up with this. Somehow you always get us motivated to make shit, so I dub thee Official Den-mother of Forger Spookfest. May you wear your title with honor and pride XD

I'm debating whether to put this on Ao3 or not since it's just a poem and I don't wanna flood the place with my stories, but regardless I plan on dusting this bad boy off come December (two holidays with one fic, booya!)

The Storied King of Fright

This is Halloween...This is Halloween...Halloween...Halloween...Halloween...Halloween...

Vampire bats and midnight cats,

checkerboard snakes and gnarled-toothed rats,

haunting spirits of the freshly turned dead,

and sharp clawed monsters best left under your bed.

All give praise to the man as he arrives,

All sing the song of the storied king of fright.

This is Halloween...This is Halloween...Halloween...Halloween...Halloween...Halloween...

He rides on an effigy of twisted wood and straw,

brandishes a torch to the crowd, and gives pause.

The gathered ghouls and goblins hold their breath,

and shut their mouths to silently witness his death.

But death is not death as he casts himself alight,

for you cannot kill what's already dead. Such is the storied king of fright.

This is Halloween...This is Halloween...Halloween...Halloween...Halloween...Halloween..

He burns and kindles and dances the whole time,

swinging his arms and legs to some haphazard old rhyme.

The crowd claps and sings in horrible cheer

as their king immolates himself just as he did last year.

When the fire wanes his mask falls and reveals two blue eyes,

cold enough to steal your soul; eyes befitting the storied king of fright.

This is Halloween...This is Halloween...Halloween...Halloween...Halloween...Halloween...

When the dance is over the crowd cheers once more,

and the man takes his final bow to the tune of their roar.

There's a twinkle in his smile as he goes to shake hands

and promises another terrible year as the king of Halloweenland.

Witches and sirens chase him feverishly into the night

in a desperate attempt to spend some time with the storied king of fright.

This is Halloween...This is Halloween...Halloween...Halloween...Halloween...Halloween...

He loses the vixens and makes his escape

back to the seclusion of a graveyard where he waits.

All night, every night, looking up at the stars,

waiting for something to change, though the prospect seems far.

For what, he cannot say, though a friend waits by his side,

a ghost dog, Bond, accompanies his master, the storied king of fright.

This is Halloween...This is Halloween...Halloween...Halloween...Halloween...Halloween...

On that fateful night, another joins him in secret,

a woman between headstones, as close as she can get.

Timid and shy, she hides and she waits,

content to just stare quietly as he wallows in place.

His pity and loathing he casts on the world like a blight,

lamenting himself, he, the storied king of fright.

This is Halloween...This is Halloween...Halloween...Halloween...Halloween...Halloween...

Her body of nothing but stitches and threads

she twiddles her cloth absently and thinks in her head,

"Perhaps I should go over. It won't be that bad,

if I sit at his side, maybe he won't be so sad."

With all her conviction and an embarrassed sigh

Yor willed herself forward towards the storied king of fright.

This is Halloween...This is Halloween...Halloween...Halloween...Halloween...Halloween...

His head spun around several times as she came,

angry, at first, though his anger soon waned.

Bond lapped at her feet as she took up a chair

next to them both, and pulled back her hair.

There on the bench she looked quite a sight,

one that thoroughly vexed and perplexed the so-called storied king of fright.

This is Halloween...This is Halloween...Halloween...Halloween...Halloween...Halloween...

"I've already given you this year's dreadfully dull show,

so why have you come here to share in my woe?

The same old thing, year after year, is what you demand

and begrudgingly I indulge you as the king of Halloweenland."

"I used to be scary! I was once quite the sight!

But now I'm nothing more than my title...the storied king of fright."

This is Halloween...This is Halloween...Halloween...Halloween...Halloween...Halloween...

When he was done moping and woeing, Yor laced her fingers

and took a moment to search his face. His eyes lingered,

she paused, and soon gave him a smile.

"Honestly I haven't been to one of your shows in quite a while."

Her admission was biting, though her face remained bright.

"That's not to say I'm not a fan...I just get nervous around you, Mr. Storied-King-of-Fright."

This is Halloween...This is Halloween...Halloween...Halloween...Halloween...Halloween...

"You're the most terrifying, most horrific, most talented scarer ever.

I was made to be scary, too, but I'm really not clever.

I envy you so much, though not with ill will

because I greatly admire you, even now still.

So cheer up! You're the best of the best, and this is your night!

I couldn't bear to see you so sad, Mr. Storied-King-of Fright!"

This is Halloween...This is Halloween...Halloween...Halloween...Halloween...Halloween...

He blinked through his blear and focused on her,

the pathchwork woman who'd twice now called him mister.

She was cheerful and odd, though he found it unique

and the longer he stared, the more he started to think.

"Who says I must do the same old show every Halloween night?

I can do whatever I want, when I want, for I am the storied king of fright!"

This is Halloween...This is Halloween...Halloween...Halloween...Halloween...Halloween...

First thing was first. He reached for her hand.

Cloth turned bright red as he started to stand

and dragged her with him under the glow of the moon.

Bond boofed behind Yor as she gazed at him and swooned.

To her burning red eyes, his cool blues were a sight,

and she couldn't help but to shudder in the presence of the storied king of fright.

This is Halloween...This is Halloween...Halloween...Halloween...Halloween...Halloween...

For the first time in the long time she'd watched from afar, he smiled.

Hand in hand with him like that in the graveyard, her heart started to beat wild.

"I must thank you for helping me get my head back on straight.

Though Halloween's nearly over, perhaps it won't be too late

to go back into town and put on one more show for the night,

but one that I want to do. Not them, me, the storied king of fright."

This is Halloween...This is Halloween...Halloween...Halloween...Halloween...Halloween...

Yor nodded and smiled and was glad she could help and readied to make haste into town by herself,

but stopped in her tracks by a pull that she felt.

Brought in close, a warmth brushed her lips

and her eyes nearly boggled at the touch of his kiss.

"From now on," he murmured as the two parted ways, "If you'll have me, I'll make you my bride."

"The only woman I'd ever ask for her hand. So sayeth I, the storied king of fright."

[3rdand6]

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