#quinn and his ghosties

[rowdyluv]

do you think quinn’s ghosts are trying to tell me something?

my world clock was even showing me Vancouver’s time🤨

[whoopsyeahokay]

Heeeyyyy,

I'm sure you've seen the school spirits trailer. What do you think. I'm so excited for season 2 😫

Also hope you're feeling better 💛

ooooh~ my sweet sugar pie. the theories i have are abundant and unhinged 🙈 some of them tie into October Sun, so i'm a little reluctant to share them but i'm happy to divulge what i can 👻

firstly, i'm 100% sure Mr. Martin isn't working alone. there's a reason our sweet ghosties are there. a reason Janette stole Maddie's body to get out of there (for something more than "i'm sick of these 4 walls, i'm going crazy, get me out of here).

fun fact: "The National Emergency Alarm Repeater (NEAR) was a program developed in the United States during the Cold War to supplement radio broadcasts and siren warning systems in the event of a nuclear attack." i don't quite know yet if Maddie has anything to do with the fallout shelter but i find it interesting that her family name is "Nears" and she was knocked out of her body in a fallout shelter.

further, i have a feeling the fallout shelter is a liminal space where anyone could see ghosts.

interestingly, they're bringing in Yuri (which i did not see coming, but i am excited for). i'm curious to see what they're going to do with him. I think these kids were chosen for a reason; something i explore in October Sun, too, but i doubt, in the show, it's for the same reason 😝

i really want to know who Quinn is. i predict she's going to be a love interest for Simon. someone who "helps him through his loss" bc he now believes Maddie's ghost is a figment of his tortured mind 😭 and i think Xavier might be able to see ghosts after being hit by the ass-end of his own truck.

Mr. Anderson comes back and i wanna know why, although my theory is he's gonna be able to explain why the ghosts are there in the first place. not necessarily because he's involved. i just think maybe his dad knows things or he has suspicions or something. he'll be a vehicle to get us to that conclusion.

i feel like the Maddie/Wally romance will be front and center although i still can't see how it'll work unless they bring everyone back from the dead. which... i don't think is the plan. but i could be wrong. still, Maddie/Wally endgame isn't possible if he remains a ghost and she gets her body back, soz. i have a feeling it's going to be one of those things where it starts with a specific couple and ends with that couple being separated and each person is in a different relationship. à la every incestuous CW show ever that ran for more than 4 seasons (i know this isn't CW but u get what i mean).

that's about all i can share without giving away anything from October Sun 🙈 i have so many thoughts and theories, and im' sure i'll come up with more after rewatching all the 'sodes that follow Homecoming...

love u to bits n pieces, babes❤️ tysm for checking in 😘

October Sun

[bitbugbites-cod]

Together | John "Soap" MacTavish x Reader

It was Soap’s fault that you were detained–that you were stuck like this. A crazed test subject, alone in a cell. But it’s okay–you’ll forgive him–because your heart won’t listen to your mind anymore. You’ll fix things. You’ll make him like you.

a03 link

word count: ~800

gender: fem! reader

cw: NSFW, ANGST, SORTA DARK(?) // reader is a prisoner of war and an infected test subject. manipulation, toxicity, a whole lot of harley quinn x joker goin' on...except Soap is more like harley, lol. light sexual themes. // ktober24

a/n: this is a part of my second attempt at ktober. I probably won't be able to finish it like last year, but goooood-dammit I'm gonna get some new content out!

You were sick, really.

More than sick, if you were being honest–the kind of sick that’s unfixable, the kind that’s suffocating. The kind where the only thing that will heal you, is him.

He’s the slimy liquid pill that you swallow to ease your congestion. He’s the damp towel that you place on your forehead to knock down a fever. He’s the cough drop that you suck on to relieve the pain.

But to him, you were nothing more than a rat. 

A monster. 

A disease.

With hearts in your eyes, you stared up at him from your side, lying on the concrete underneath you, feeling your body burn against the hard, chilly, gray floor. Your hair was a mess, and you were barely dressed, donned in only a sheer, white dress. Shackles were wrapped around your arms and legs, and despite this, you lips curled into an intoxicated smile.

“Johnny,” you croaked, slowly pushing yourself up by one arm, holding that pose as if you were a mermaid resting on a rock. Instead, you were a prisoner of war, rotting in a cell.

The man winced, upon looking at you, turning his head with a frown, before shifting his body in a rugged, uncomfortable manner. “Why’re you callin’ me that?”

His voice was deep, gruff, covered by a Scottish accent. You giggled, swaying your head downwards and biting your bottom lip. “Ghostie says it–why can’t I?” 

You tilted your head up again, taking a peak at his expression. Again, another scowl. But this time, there was a hint of something else in it.

“Because you’re a prisoner,” he said, very matter-of-factly. 

“I’m your prisoner,” you said, drawling out your words in a seductive manner, propping yourself up with your arms so that your chest was revealed as much as possible from underneath your ratty cloth. You watched his eyes quickly glance down, then back up again, at anything else. His ears turned red.

“Yeah, the British Army’s prisoner–who Ah work for. Not mine.” 

“So, you’re saying that you wouldn’t have captured me? I love that.” 

Letting out a frustrated grunt, he turned to face you again, a sharp glare within his blue eyes that somehow glistened despite the dark shelter of the cell. “You need’ta stop this. This isnae–it isn’t you.”

You broke out into an unsettling fit of laughter. “Not me?”

He said nothing in response.

“But, Soapy, you did this to me? This is how you want me.”

Shame fluttered across his face, and he no longer could look you in the eyes. Yes, with his body language–he admitted it.

It was his fault.

Had he not detained you that day–had he not befriended you despite everything, had he helped you escape instead of becoming a test subject–maybe, just maybe, you would still be normal.

But you weren’t. Because he turned a blind eye to everything. 

Because he let it happen.

Because he participated.

“You gave me the shots, remember?” 

“Ah didn’t know. Ah thought it was harmless–they told me it would help people–that it was already approved for testin’ and shouldn’t have any complications.”

In a sing-songy voice, you taunted him, your voice quivering from the aches in your body. 

“Yoooouuu…”

“...wereeeee…”

“...wrooooong!”

He started pacing, and that’s when you knew that you had broken him.

“What’dya want me to do? What should Ah do? Ah’ll break ‘ya out. You can stay with me–it’ll be hard since ‘yer infectious, but Ah can figure somethin’ out–”

You grinned, and it felt like your face would rip in two. You were happy. So, so, happy.

“I want you to understand me,” you breathed, tears beginning to stream down your overjoyed face. “I want you to be like me.”

John froze, and you clocked a couple of the rushing emotions he displayed, despite your woozy cognition. 

Confusion.

Hesitance.

Fear.

All things you felt when you were in the spot he was now in.

“It's lonely,” you whined, and started crawling towards him, your chains clanking against the floor as you moved. “So, so, so, lonely.”

As you came closer to the glass and bars that separated you two, you sat on your knees and wrapped your hands around the metallic cylinders, feeling your weak thighs spill out of your short dress. You were now face-to-face with John’s groin, and through the see-through wall that kept you apart, you noticed that through his jeans, he was hard.

He shut his eyes, tilting his head back, his Adam’s apple bobbing. 

“Ah’ll go get the serum.” 

With a craze in your eyes, in your smile, in your heart–you felt your emotions swirl as you watched him walk away. 

Together.

You’ll be together, now.

[asher-woods]

Welcome to The Woods

Ashie/Asher

14

any pronouns

sorta Helpol?

my strawpage

carrd in progress

fandoms:

Welcome Home,

FNAF

WoF

PJO

TADC

Pokémon

Littlest Pet Shop (2014)

MCYT

MCU

Gravity Falls

OHSHC

DC (sometimes, mostly in relation to Batman and the Batfam or Harley Quinn)

Homestuck

SuperWhoLock

The Infernal Devices

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Tagging:

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Selfshipping tags and F/O Reveal

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Blue: familial/platonic and selective

Purple: selective sharing

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Matesprite^4: Dave Strider, Eridan Ampora, and Karkat Vantas x Meirin Eseter (Dating)

History Repeats Itself <3: Starflight x Sleet (Married)

Fivelyta: Five Hargreeves x Hippolyta Hargreeves (Married)

🔫🍎: Jim Moriarty (BBC) x Olympia Holmes (Dating) (There is an explanation for the tag lol)

Charlie Kelmeckis x Catie Vega (Tag tbd, dating)

Dasha: Damian Wayne x Asha Wayne (Married) Masterpost

Psychoshipping: Sal Fisher x Jaiden Williems (Dating)

Emoshipping: Floyd (Trolls 3) x Jasper (Situationship)

The Doctor and The Lady: Doctor Who x The Lady (Engaged)

Partyslayer: Party Poison x Cyanide Slayer (Committed)

Big Kitty Gf: Kipo Oak x Diana Elm (Dating)

Steambenders: Zuko x Reina (Almost engaged)

CrowHeart: Kaz Brekker x Luxien Hart (Together?)

Ghostie Boy: Tate Langdon x Kitty Vergara (Dating but he's dead so...)

The God and his Queen: Max Jagerman x Jade Marshall (Dating)

Best Buddies!: GL!Ranboo x Bianca 'Bug' Valentine (Found Family)

Wayward Goofs: Sam Winchester x Dean Winchester x Laura Winchester (Siblings)

Together at the end of everything: Rose Lalonde x Raven Lalonde (Sisters)

[inthequicksand]

1990

In 1990 I finished primary school at Saint Anthony's and started secondary school at Saint Cuthbert's. 

 I went on my final holiday at Uncle Jerry's house in Devon. I remember by that time things were getting strange. Earlier that year, Claire, my cousin had developed an eating disorder and was now stick thin and would constantly speed-walk her new dog, a thin looking mongrel, around and around the village. I was still quite immature and not really able to process the pain she must have been in and presumably the bullying she must have endured that had probably led to this state of affairs and the cruel streak she still had.

I remember on that holiday just watching Stand By Me and The Lost Boys a lot and taping both the soundtracks as well as a Buddy Holly best of that Stand by Me soundtrack put me onto.

1st year ran from summer 1990 to summer 1991. In first year my neighbor and honorary big cousin John took me under his wing. He was a worldly third year by that time and he and I would go swimming most nights of the week and every lunchtime we'd get the local bus home and back which meant I was late for my afternoon classes every day. I especially remember coming back late for Mr Fella's English class, soaking wet from heavy rain and joining the middle of a getting to know you icebreaker lesson where the person reading out my favourite things had said my favourite group was 'Wet Wet Wet' and a schoolpal called David McGinlay said wittily, "He is!"

John was a hero in the school. He played for the football team, he was funny and mischievous and effortlessly attractive to girls- everything I wasn't. He was also, being a little older, pretty fascinated with sex and known for his innuendo-laden, bawdy patter. I tried to keep up but I wasn't on his level in any way. I'd try to grab his attention by exaggerating some fairly innocuous scene I'd watched on TV and he'd listen in delight, before crowing about what he would have done if he was in the scene. He was quite a character. 

The classes I remember were Mr Hamiltons maths class. Mr Robertson technical drawing, Mr Cochlans Modern Studies class, Miss Nolan Geography, Home Economics, Miss Boyd science,  Mr Grady craft and design, Mr Dean's History, Mr Devenny, Mr Bradley PE. Mr Fagan Science, the headmaster was Mr McLune. The houses were  Wallace, Bruce, Stewart and Mill Hill. Mr Manson taught art and Mr Quinn taught French. Slaven the art teacher was the terror of them all.

I remember being in Mr Fellas English classroom which was at the far end of the school.  The high school was fed into from three primary schools, St David's, St Margaret's and St Anthony's and when we came to the big school we were split into the houses and those tribes were the ones we stayed in for the next years, which was a lifetime at that age. Accordingly, I kept a lot of the same friends from primary school and we probably became a bit closer  because we still had rapport and the history from primary school. The main friends who stand out were Martin McGoldrick, Philip Cadle, and Alan Hassan. Martin had instantly slotted into being the most popular kid in high school and he and I had a pact where we pretended to be cousins for some reason. It was an arrangement that suited me because I got to ride his popularity by association and was able to avoid the worst of the rough and tumble. John from next door was also framed as my big cousin at that time so between the two I was pretty well insulated against the worst of any potential consequences of my clowning and smart mouth.

One of the bonding rituals I remember (although thankfully I never took part in it) was the first years would go up to this place called 'the ghosties' which was apparently in the countryside up behind the school where there was a small lake that was apparently  flooded mine shaft that flooded and drowned a lot of miners back in the old days where there was apparently a World War 2 plane had crashed and you could see the wreckage but I have no idea if either of those things were true. The first years would spend their lunchtimes going up to this semi remote location to pair off and French kiss each other. At the time I was spending my lunch breaks riding the length of the town in the local bus with John and Scott Carol so I missed out on this particular ritual but from what I could gather it was a mixture of bravado, establishing everyone's level in the pecking order of popularity and attractiveness, while proving how grown up and daring everyone was. I remember them all talking about it in quite businesslike terms, Sarah Holmes telling me how one day she'd managed to pair off with with Martin but how the other days she'd had to settle for less notable options. Even then it seemed weird to me. 

I was still very young for my age although I did try to fake it. My claim to fame was being able to imitate Bart Simpson's voice which was ironic as I'd never actually seen an episode of the Simpsons. The Simpsons was only available on satellite TV which had only just been introduced in the UK and as we were poor there was no way in a million years I'd get to see it but the Simpsons were everywhere and the song, Do the Bartman was in the charts so I had the single on vinyl so imitated the voice from that.

It was still the era of novelty records for me. 

[mundoperla]

𝘿𝘽𝘿 𝙠𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙫𝙞𝙫𝙤𝙧 𝙨/𝙤 “𝙧𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙚𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜” 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙫𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙪𝙧𝙩. (help)

DBD killers x Gender Neutral S/O

⭒☆━━━━━━━━━━━━☆⭒

— Getting cut up wasn’t stopping you from having a quick minute to yourself. Little did you know that you had a front row audience to your little show.

[ characters included;; pyramid head, herman carter, caleb quinn, ji-woon hak & danny johnson ]

⚠️⚠️ [tw(s);; wounds, messing with said wounds for trickster, general nsfw, dub-con, trickster being freaky with your wounds, trickster is his own warning tbh, mentions of killer inflicted cuts, full on devils tango with trickster & ghostie😔deathslinger jerks off to you🧍‍♂️] ⚠️⚠️

ppl who know me irl im so sorry if ur seeing this

·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ 　　.·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ . ·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙.

𝕻𝖞𝖗𝖆𝖒𝖎𝖉 𝕳𝖊𝖆𝖉—𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕰𝖝𝖊𝖈𝖚𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖊𝖗

⋆｡°✩ You were one of the last two survivors in the match, his sights were set on Jonah but another sound caught his attention.

⋆｡°✩ Straying away from the pools of blood and scratch marks, he followed the low grunts coming from behind one of the boulders surrounding the Macmillan Estate.

⋆｡°✩ How you couldn’t hear his heavy breathing before is wild, even after he had caught you in such a.. provocative position…

⋆｡°✩ The back of your shirt was shredded & only hanging on by a thread. The large gash on your back displayed for him and the world to see. You had cuts all over your abdomen and chest. The more you contorted the more pain you felt. That was irrelevant right now.

⋆｡°✩ Your other hand was lost between your legs, but Pyra could see the mess that was dripping onto the floor beneath where you were hunched over. You weren’t good at suppressing your voice.

⋆｡°✩ His pants grew tighter the more he stood there and silently watched you. Maybe he could grumble a bit to get your attention? You would have thought his breathing would’ve gotten your attention by now.

⋆｡°✩ There was obvious appeal to him, he 𝙇𝙊𝙑𝙀𝙎 the visuals of you being all cut up. Especially since it was his doing. How he wasn’t immediately acting out to fulfill his desires was incredible.

⋆｡°✩ The last generator had been popped, frustration plastered itself on your face. Jonah wasn’t gonna linger and wait for you in the first place so you’d better get going. You can finish this some other time.

⋆｡°✩ You gathered yourself together, pulling your bottoms back up, ready to go up to one of the exits to leave the trial.

⋆｡°✩ He was still standing there. Not a muscle had moved since he found you.

⋆｡°✩ Did he.. did he see.. was he watching you this whole time ?!

⋆｡°✩ You dashed past him trying to avoid the paranoia and embarrassment that was flooding your mind, but he still didn’t budge.

⋆｡°✩ You and Jonah escaped **relatively** fine, there were more med kits at the campfire for the two of you to get bandaged back up. That encounter with the executioner was something you didn’t plan on sharing with anyone else for as long as you remained in the fog.

⋆｡°✩ Pyra returned to the killer’s campfire as silent as usual. Ignoring the more lively killer’s advances to try and interact, he couldn’t get you off of his mind. Would you skitter off and do that again if he sliced you with his blade?

⋆｡°✩ Hopefully the entity would give him another opportunity to test that theory out soon.

𝕯𝖆𝖓𝖓𝖞 𝕵𝖔𝖍𝖓𝖘𝖔𝖓—𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕲𝖍𝖔𝖘𝖙𝖋𝖆𝖈𝖊

⋆｡°✩ There’s only four generators left; most (if not all of) your friends are on death hook and/or injured.

⋆｡°✩ Going up against Ghostface was never easy, he was good at what he did, and it was something new with him every time.

⋆｡°✩ He was especially good at tearing you down no matter how big of a fight you put up.

⋆｡°✩ You and Nea were in chase, the two of you were badly injured but healing felt impossible with how quickly he’d locate you and the others.

⋆｡°✩ Nea had shoved you out of the way so you could make some distance, leaving her alone in this chase wasn’t something you wanted to do, but you’d rather get out of here a bit battered and bruised than dead.

⋆｡°✩ Your entire body was burning with how badly beaten up you were, you were exhausted from the nonstop running, your shoulders ached from being thrown onto the rusty hooks of coldwind farm, and most importantly? you’re sexually frustrated.

⋆｡°✩ The only completed generator rumbled from the inside of the barn, lights blaring down on the metal fences surrounding it. Limping over towards the piles of unused hay that sat in front of a nearby window for a quick escape if needed.

⋆｡°✩ Shimmying out of your jeans and underwear, you quickly got to work. You wouldn’t take too long, right ?

⋆｡°✩ Nea had just gotten mori’d & Dwight hooked for the last time. It was just you and Quentin who remained in the trial. Danny was saving you for last, you were his obsession after all.

⋆｡°✩ You had lost track of how much time you spent in the haystacks, Quentin had just died yet you stayed quivering in your spot, your hand felt tired but you 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙𝙚𝙙 some kind of relief.

⋆｡°✩ Danny searched for you after he finished your final teammate, but he couldn’t find you. No matter how much he retraced his steps and looked underneath tables and searched every locker, you remained unfound.

⋆｡°✩ Hatch had spawned right outside shack, but you weren’t there to make him watch you leave either. He could of just closed it so the exits gates would open and the timer would start, but something told him not to do that.

⋆｡°✩ Confusion clouded his mind until he had done another quick pass of the barn, low sighs echoing past the thin walls.

⋆｡°✩ 𝙊𝙝? Is this where you’ve been hiding from him this whole time? Crouching close to the ground, he had began to sneakily wander the abandoned building whilst following your low grunts.

⋆｡°✩ Peaking from behind one of the hay bales, he found you. He sat still for a moment, trying to process what it was you were doing.

⋆｡°✩ Oh. OHHHHHH THATS WHAT YOU’RE DOING????

⋆｡°✩ How long has it been since he’s touched himself? He can’t remember either. Time in the entity’s realm felt like an eternity…

⋆｡°✩ There’s an endless amount of time for him to eliminate entire survivor teams, maybe he’d let you get hatch in exchange for some relief too.

⋆｡°✩ His movements were quick and he had no issue vocalizing to you about what he wanted once he had you pinned. Glad to know that you were also on board for such a grand exchange!

⋆｡°✩ The grip he had on your hips was tight, your legs caging him inside, the two of you needed this more than anything.

⋆｡°✩ With every thrust you had the wind knocked out of you, he had no intention of being soft with you in that moment. You had no complaints of course, he began whining into your chest how gorgeous you looked with his marks all over your arms and legs; how he wanted to tough you up even more than he had already.

⋆｡°✩ You guys had gone at it for what felt like hours, you even got the privilege to see the bottom half of his face when he pulled his mask up so he could bite and suck at your neck and chest. Your fellow survivors back at the fire were wondering where you were. Danny only had Ji-Woon and Frank to question where he was back at the killer’s camp, nobody else really paid attention to him.

⋆｡°✩ Your little “session” had came to an end, the walk to the hatch was mostly silent with the exception of Danny cracking a joke to fill the air around you.

⋆｡°✩ With a quick smack on the ass he gave you a quick goodbye and ran off somewhere on the map giggling manically. You resorted to 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 for human contact? Bless your heart..

𝕮𝖆𝖑𝖊𝖇 𝕼𝖚𝖎𝖓𝖓—𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕯𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖍𝖘𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖗

⋆｡°✩ God fucking dammit.

⋆｡°✩ You hated going up against The Deathslinger, he was precise, quick, efficient, and honestly a bit charming.

⋆｡°✩ There was some type of tension between the two of you, the long pauses when he’d catch you with his speargun just to eye you down before letting you run off, the whistles when he’d catch you bent over to rummage chests, it was obvious to anyone in y’all’s radius that he found you attractive.

⋆｡°✩ Every trial you had with him you came out with a scar from a wound he inflicted himself, to be quite honest? you liked having these little reminders of him on your body.

⋆｡°✩ This trial with him went no different than the last, your arms were so badly cut up and you had bruises where the butt of the speargun had wacked you earlier. Your sweat mixing inside your wounds wasn’t helping either. Nobody had brought a medkit nor circle of healing so you had to rely on your teammates, yet none of them were to be found after spreading out when the killer had appeared.

⋆｡°✩ Did Caleb get to them already? There’s no way that could be the case.. But with how he kills others so quickly there is always a possibility.

⋆｡°✩You were getting stressed out, none of your teammates were to be found, you’re too paranoid to even touch a gen because you’re injured, too much is going on all at once and you can’t take it anymore.

⋆｡°✩ ❝I need to jerk off.❞

⋆｡°✩ Garden of Joy had a dark room in the main house, it wasn’t far from where you stood so you made your way there.

⋆｡°✩ You could just barely see your hands when you entered the room, but the red light shining in from the hallway made this sequence of actions much more sensual.

⋆｡°✩ Your one good hand migrated down to unbutton your jeans, past your underwear and immediately towards your sex.

⋆｡°✩ Your back was pressed against the lockers and your mind was full of fog. Nothing mattered in your short moments of bliss.

⋆｡°✩ Caleb lingered in the next room over, he’d cleared your entire team long ago and now it was just the two of you left in the map. He searched for the hatch just so he could properly bring you to it instead of slaughtering you like the last person.

⋆｡°✩ Originally there to sit and ponder for a moment before resuming his search, became something else much quicker. He didn’t plan on making his presence known to you, instead he decided to join you from his current spot.

⋆｡°✩ Unbuckling his belt and removing his pants with haste, he took a slow & steady speed with his hand. He makes no noise as to not disturb or startle you. You must want him badly the way you’re touching yourself after his usual antics.

⋆｡°✩ Hearing you whimper out his name is pushing him over the edge, he wants to go in there and take you himself but he just wants to keep what’s going on currently.

⋆｡°✩ His body feels so hot, he’s getting closer to his release and by the way you’re whining so are you. Low grunts escape his lips, his hot seed coating his fist along with a small patch on his pants. He’d have to change real soon once this match ended.

⋆｡°✩ You’d just finished too, pulling your pants up and making your way to the doorway just to be immediately faced with Caleb just as you turned the corner. That same shit eating grin stretched across his face.

⋆｡°✩ ❝Wished we coulda’ done more while yer’ here, but let’s get’cha down to the hatch. ❞

𝕵𝖎-𝖂𝖔𝖔𝖓 𝕳𝖆𝖐—𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕿𝖗𝖎𝖈𝖐𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗

⋆｡°✩ He’s toying with you and has no intention on stopping any time soon.

⋆｡°✩ He wishes he had his phone on him so he could record your wonderful screams for a new song!

⋆｡°✩ You’re wandering aimlessly through Midwich, your pants and shirt are basically shredded. Small cuts litter every part of your body like one big morbid tattoo, every time you move it’s that same stinging sensation that pushes you closer to tears.

⋆｡°✩ He’s so annoying. He doesn’t even bother taking the knives that still stick into the muscles of your thighs when he downs & hooks you. Then complains how quickly he runs out of the luminescent blades even though he’ll waste them by tossing them around the place before actually aiming someone down.

⋆｡°✩ Despite your internal protests to keep moving, you came to a stop in one of the classrooms towards the very back of the building.

⋆｡°✩ You had a medkit on you so you could bandage up your deeper wounds, but what purpose did these knives serve you now? The Trickster definitely wasn’t gonna come back for them in the first place.

⋆｡°✩ You tucked one into your back pocket, maybe decisive strike with an actual blade would be much more efficient.

⋆｡°✩ He’s had these knives long before the fog had taken him, fans would go crazy to have one of these knives in their possession. 𝙏𝙃𝙀 Trickster’s knives, not some cheap replica of them — but the real deal. One that his actual hands had touched.

⋆｡°✩ He was kind of cute now that you thought about it. If you removed his… murderous behaviors then he’d be pretty cool. Maybe.

⋆｡°✩ Fans across the world would kill to be in your place, especially when he would sling you over his broad shoulders, his large hand tight on your back to ensure you don’t wiggle free. Being as close to someone of such high importance is so strange, but you feel so special when he’s man handling you.

⋆｡°✩ He probably only saw you as another survivor and nothing more, but you could live with that. Having him as the main material for your private sessions wasn’t gonna kill either of you.

⋆｡°✩ Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. He was so stupid but here you are, folding at the thought of him yanking you away from generators and tossing you around like you’re nothing.

⋆｡°✩ Strutting down the hallway in yet another outfit the entity had gifted him, freshly stained after attacking the rest of your team. He hadn’t seen you in a minute, so of course he had to go out looking for you~!

⋆｡°✩ He’d reached the very end of the hallway, prepared to turn back around he caught a glimpse of your jacket in one of the doorways.

⋆｡°✩ Aww, why were you hiding ? Didn’t you wanna see him ?

⋆｡°✩ Swinging through the doorway fully prepared to wack you with his usual weapon, he got a good eyeful of what you were really doing.

⋆｡°✩ Now you’ve got him interested, you’re ready for him to knock you unconscious so you can briefly forget this moment of embarrassment and be immediately brought back to the campfire, but you aren’t given that gracious of an exit.

⋆｡°✩ He won’t shut the fuck up, palming himself through the leather material of his pants whilst degrading you.

⋆｡°✩ It’s turning you on even more, there’s no way he’s unaware of this effect he has on you.

⋆｡°✩ You’re this desperate for him that you’re getting off to the idea of him tossing you around? Hurting you even? How pathetic of you.

⋆｡°✩ But since he’s so kind, he’ll help you with your little issue. Unfortunately for you, this douchebag is fucking you completely stupid.

⋆｡°✩ He’s gripping onto your arms as hard as possible to ensure your little cuts will sting some more, occasionally shoving his cock into your mouth to watch the cut on your cheek stretch open more and more.

⋆｡°✩ He’ll keep you here for as long as the entity allows it. This feeling of bliss is something he can’t get enough of, he needs to savor this.

⋆｡°✩ The little blade you kept fell out of your pocket mid thrust, of course he wasn’t going to let this go unnoticed. Now what were you gonna do with this? You need a physical reminder of him for when you go back? Jeez you must like him a whole lot.

⋆｡°✩ Once the two of you are finished he’ll sit in a dazed trance for a good while, don’t bother trying to talk to him, you won’t get anywhere.

⋆｡°✩ You use this opportunity to run off and find the rest of your team who’re also in the same rough condition as you. You all make it out together leaving Ji-Woon in the school to do whatever until he goes back.

⋆｡°✩ He’ll consult Danny and Frank about his newfound fascination with you, but won’t share specifics why.

⋆｡°✩ A dedicated fan will always have his full attention no matter what realm they are in.

𝕳𝖊𝖗𝖒𝖆𝖓 𝕮𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖊𝖗—𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕯𝖔𝖈𝖙𝖔𝖗

⋆｡°✩ Your brain is beyond deep fried and you can barely form a cohesive thought.

⋆｡°✩ Every word that comes out of your mouth is on the spot or impulsive and you can’t even process anything anymore.

⋆｡°✩ Your entire body is tingling and you’re only getting so much friction from crouching and running.

⋆｡°✩ Was this a common side effect from the doctor’s shocks? Everyone else looks horrified once they’re completely insane, but you? you’re grinding against nothing like a bitch in heat.

⋆｡°✩ You were stable enough to know not to ask your fellow survivors for some help, you don’t think the killer would help you either.

⋆｡°✩ Or so you thought.

⋆｡°✩ Herman watches you from afar, laughing to himself; that he’s the one causing you to need to relieve yourself just because of him.

⋆｡°✩ Is he also aroused? Of course, he’s not gonna bother hiding it from others, this reaction came from you; his newest test subject.

⋆｡°✩You’re so sensitive now, you’re suppressing everything the second a teammate places a hand on your back to ask if you’re alright. Herman doesn’t want other subjects interjecting during his observation so he will remove them immediately. You need to be closely examined.

⋆｡°✩ He’s watching you silently, you can travel to the farthest corner of the abandoned ski resort but he will always be watching you.

⋆｡°✩ In the moments where you’re confident that you are truly alone he will still be “examining” you. Just a little shock and you’re back to coming undone on the single mattress of one of the few rooms in the resort.

⋆｡°✩ Back at the killer’s camp he will silently remove himself from the environment to secretly relieve himself from another trial of examination. Seeing you grind hopelessly into the piano seat of the saloon was not something he expected today. However with these experiments he learns more and more every time.

⋆｡°✩He wants to taste you more than anything, to lick the messes you make of yourself off your fingers. He needs you so bad but he refuses to let himself have you just like that.

⋆｡°✩ He can’t just rush this experiment, all his research needs to be thorough. You’re too perfect of a specimen to just let off the hook so soon.

⋆｡°✩ Although he will not make it known how filthy his thoughts are, he will let you know that he is in fact interested.

⋆｡°✩ He wont let you leave the trial alive regardless of how he feels. Some examinations need the subject to be completely unscathed or damaged. You’re always gonna be the perfect candidate for new experiments.

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this is my first time like actually writing lord forgive how messy this is

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[yourlocalqreator]

Golden Hour

Simon "Ghost" Riley X Hailey "Rose" Quinn (OC)

Song Inspo: Golden Hour By JVKE

Type: Fluff

AN: Soooooo this fic is the first thing I ever did with this Couple soo yeah I might make more.

Ghost and Rose are spending quality time together outside the base hanging out and talking about stuff until Simon realizes something about him

“What do you think of what you see, Rosie? ” Simon asked while looking at the golden sky uncovering Hailey’s eyes

  “I... I do, Simon this is pretty”  she smiled looking at the orange cloud sky. Both sat down looking at the sky “So What do you think about the sunset?” Asked Hailey who smiles softly at him before answering “I think it's pretty but For me, I'm more of a sunrise” 

“ I can tell ghostie” She giggled

“Don’t call me that Rosie,” He said in a deep voice “I'm just kidding Simon. Anyway, I'm also a sunrise person, but I like sunsets too, even the golden hour” He smiled softly at the golden sky.

. “I can see that Rose” He has a deep voice and in her mind, before he might never care for her but deep down Simon Riley saw something in her that made him the man that he is,

like two atoms meeting each other. He could feel his heart pounding as he looked at her.

The wind started to blow, showing Hailey's inner beauty as her hair started to flow a little, which Simon started to notice “Wow, I never knew how beautiful you are, even without makeup” 

Hailey was happy and turned a little pink after ghost's words “Oh” Her heart and stomach had butterflies like Hailey and Simon's words "Its true And every time I am in the shadows You bring light . Evreytime Im in pain you're here, you are always by my side just like Soap." he said

Hailey couldn't help but smile as Simon and both people locked eyes on each other. "You know, without you and Soap, I wouldn't be where I am today," She said

'And without you, my life is now easier now since you're here and both of us are L.T.S. And also because of you, I can now forget the past" Soon Simon then softly grabs her hand and holds it. "Simon"

"Don't worry Rosie" He said "At first I thought you were going to get us killed when you joined the 141 but soon I started to realize that," Simon then said to Rose

"We really needed you on this team not because you and I are the same, but The inner beast against all enemies, The trauma You went through back then, and lastly, Your strength,"

Rose then started to tear up a bit. 'And I thought you were a big scary monster,' she said as she wiped it off laughing a bit.

"Rosie I think I.."

Simon then takes off his mask to show his face, while both Hailey and Simon lock eyes. Both felt the moment. Simon grabbed her chin and kissed her head. Rose started to react but she loved it before he slowly kissed her lips. Her eyes closed as he cupped his cheeks before letting go.

"Rosie, I love you"

"I love you too Dummy"

She chuckled smiling at him before rose laid her head on Ghost's shoulder.

[sakuramidnight15]

-TW OC Information-

Character Bio

Name: Naoki Flores

(Japanese: 直樹フローレス)

Romaji: Naoki Furōresu

Qoute: "I fight with strong words, instead of using physical strength in a courtroom."

V/A: Kenji Akabane (Japanese)

Gender: Male

Age: 19

Birthday: October 19

Star Sign: Scorpio

Eye Color: Purple Amethyst (His Normal Eye Color)

Oxford Blue (Second Eye Color and Half-Myth power activation)

Hair Color: Max Blonde

Height: 197 cm

Race: Half Human, Half Myth/Hybrid

Species: Nalusa Falaya

Homeland: Crystalsle Village (The fifth country of the Island of Enchantment)

Family: Colin Flores (Father)

Isis Blake (Mother)

Chris Blake (Older Brother)

Ellie Tanaka (Sister-in-law)

Asami Tanaka (Niece)

Fuji Blake (Nephew)

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School Status and Fun Fact

Dorm: Ramshackle

School Year: Third

Class: 3-A (Same class with Quinn)

Student no. 11 (A transferred student)

Occupation: Student

Part-time Bartender

Head Captain of the Courthouse Jury Rank of the SIDC (Meaning: Supernaturals Investigation Department Center)

Club: N/A

Best Subject: Literature, Flying and Science

Dominant Hand: Ambidextrous (Mostly Left Hand)

Favorite Food: Deep Fried Tempura with Hot Sauce, Chocolate-mint Ice-cream, and Donuts with Whipped Cream

Least Favorite Food: Bittersweet Crackers, Yellow Bell Peppers, and Mayonnaise

Likes: Quite Places, Art and Drawing, Silent Reading Novels, Rainy Days, Video Games (Mostly RPG Horror or FNAF games), Anime and Mangas, Examining Electronical Devices,

Dislikes: Quinn's complete bullshit (mostly), Slack-offs in his rank, Nonsensical Words or Reasons, Chaos, The Main Trio getting into trouble, Messy Places,

Hobbies: Non-stop Debates challenges, Cross examination, Drawing and Sketches, Playing Video Games (Mostly Anime and RPG Horror, favorite is FNAF Games), 3D art making, Strong Vocabulary, Fast Memorization, Fixing Broken Electronics,

Talents: Transforming to his half-myth form, Teleportation, Levitation, Mind-Reading, Advanced Ghost Abilities, Presence Sensing, Sharp Tongue,

Nicknames: Nao-san or Nao-kun (From his family and friends)

Naoki-senpai or Flores-senpai (From the freshmen students and mostly for Lynn and her friends)

Mr. Flores (From the SIDC workers and trainers)

Captain Flores (From the SIDC trainers and workers in the Courthouse Jury Rank)

Uncle Nao or Unca Nao (From his nephew and niece, Asami and Fuji)

Odd Ghost (From Leona)

Ghostie-san (From Floyd, he says he doesn't know what to call him)

Monsieur l'avocat ("Meaning: Mr. Lawyer" From Rook)

Other Nicknames:

N/A

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Appearance and Personality

Appearance: Naoki has a muscler and tall but a little bit slender male body build. He has short but a bit messy max blonde hair and often gets bed hair from time to time on a daily basis. He has purple amethyst eyes which they turn into oxford blue when using his half-myth abilities. Naoki is another quiet character but wears a cynical express.

Personality: Naomi is the second son and youngest child in his family, his family actually runs a regular and well-known electronic shop in the mall down the street of Crystalsle. His older brother, who is now married is the currently running the store alongside with his sister-in-law, who is now helping alongside with him with the work. Naoki seems to be a close relationship with his older brother and his sister-in-law, and is also a good uncle to his nephew and niece.

Naoki wears a cynical expression on his face and is known to be a little dull from others but is quite an expert in social interaction with good words coming from his own head, well mostly on shy and introverted people.

Often speaks normally too, also in a blunt manner with a blank expression as well. But he does know pretty much in sense of humor as well. Knows how to make a funny and a really good joke that can make anyone laugh pretty much hard till you need air to breath.

Aside from his cynical expression, Naoki seems pretty sweet and gentle when he is with his half-myth companions in the school campus, especially with his SIDC workers and others in his rank as well, including young ones too. He seems pretty comfortable in a regular and small group of friends to make a conversation with.

Though he is often seen chatting with Manase and Lynette in the school, or having a simple phone talk with Elijah and his younger sister Sienna in his dorm bedroom.

Like the other seven head captains, Naoki is the head captain of the courthouse jury rank of the SIDC company as well. He is often a little easy on anyone in the rank but also strict when it's necessary. He seems to do his work as a head captain of the rank pretty good and quite seriously as well too like the other seven.

Try not to tick him off on purpose though, Naoki seems what to get annoyed a bit easily, though he is not a fond of anything that makes no sense to begin with. That also to include handling Quinn's bullshit and chaotic scenes as well and is not a fond of it. Like any usual ghost myth, he can wear the usual smile but looks pretty much menacing and deadly. If he's ticked off the clock on purpose or accident, then you'll be getting either multiple haunting or jumpscares eventually.

Another SIDC head rank captain who couldn't handle Quinn's bullshit alongside with Manase. but hey, he seems pretty sweet to hangout with.

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Trivia

-The name 'Naoki' means 'the tree of truth'. It is derived from the Japanese word 'Nao' which means 'honest, true, or sincere', and the word 'Ki' meaning 'tree' in Japanese. While his surname 'Flores' means flower. It is believed to most likely derive from the given name Floro, meaning "flower" from the Latin flos. Flores is the 55th most popular surname in the United States and the 15th most common Hispanic surname.

-He's based on Yoshimura (From Tokyo Ghoul) and Alucard (From FNF Mods)

-Naoki loves art and knows how to be creative and clever, with both drawing and words.

-He definitely know how to be sly and cheeky in secret, especially when it comes to haunting someone.

-He once suffered from a steal beam fall accident in the past at a construction one night. Doesn't wanna talk about it at all.

-He and Manase has often team-up from time to time, especially towards Quinn and his complete bullshit. Considered it as revenge planning on him. Also they do hangout on the daily, especially their little secrets towards anime.

-Is actually friends with one of Lynette's three uncles, which it happens to be Sho. And is considered to be one of the regulars in their restaurant business and is Lynette's favorite visitor.

-Seems to be the only person that Freya actually ask for help when it comes to her social problems towards others.

-Knows a lot of art hacks, which they are quite useful indeed.

-His voice sounds pretty calm and relaxing, but he can tell in anger after getting pissed off eventually. Which is why I chose Kenji Akabane to be his voice actor.

-He and Elijah often do cloud sculpting together.

-Naoki likes listening to rain music. Especially the the sounds of the raindrops as well.

[killerhatcanons]

Could u do a childhood friends hc with Trapper, The Shape and Ghostface?? 🥺🥺

Of course my friend! uwu

So we can imagine most of Michael‘s and Trapper‘s childhoods but I don’t think Danny has much of a background lore going as far soo I‘d personally also put him into a difficult household (even though I wish it were different) I also think I’ll put this one into a text form

TW: idek what to tag this with but I’m guessing abuse/domestic violence

The Trapper (Evan MacMillan)

Evan had always in a way idolized his father and his father had never deemed anyone worthy to get close to his son. Needless to say Evan didn’t have many friends at all when he was young. The other children were scared of his father and the stories their parents had told them about the MacMillan family. They were gruesome, as much as a parent would allow their child to hear but enough to ensure they would never want to get close to the MacMillan child.

You had always thought it was unfair. It wasn’t Evan’s fault that his dad was mean and you didn’t want him to sit alone over something he wasn’t responsible for. So you approached him and you kept approaching him even as he tried to push you away. He knew about the stories and he himself knew very well that his father wasn’t the kindest person. Time and time again had his father hit him for not following his orders, had thrown away his sketches and sent him to bed on an empty stomach as a punishment. He understood why others feared his father and he didn’t blame them. Even though he loved his father, he also despised him. He knew no one but him would endure his father’s punishments so when the tiny you approached him he tried his best to push you away. You were far too fragile, you couldn’t get close to him or his father. 

But you didn’t care. No matter how many times he rudely sent you away you always returned. And as time passed he felt himself slowly growing fond of you. You were nice to him, the only person that made him feel warm and he didn’t want you to leave him anymore. He wanted to keep your kindness, to keep the warmth you made him feel through the utter coldness he was accustomed to. So he allowed you to stay if only for a while which soon became longer and longer.

You played together in elementary school and he would protect you from anyone that even attempted to bully you. Or ask you out for that matter. He soon had to realize that he grew more and more possessive of you, that he didn’t want anyone to take you away from him. You had been with him since the beginning, had shown him kindness and understanding, had been there for him and took care of the bruises his father kept giving him. As cheesy as this sounded you had been his sun all along, naturally and selflessly giving him warmth without ever being asked to. His one and only friend.

Shit I might need to turn this into a fiction maybe? haha we’ll see

The Shape (Michael Meyers)

Michael had always been the silent child in your kindergarten group. First everyone thought he was just a little shy but you soon realized that he simply refused to speak. Of course your teacher tried to convince him to talk, even had a meeting with his parents but they assured that he learned speaking, however at one point simply stopped any form of communication. To the adults he was a hopeless case. They tried desparately to change him, but he wouldn’t budge. 

To you he was a welcome friend. You didn’t mind his silence, you knew he was listening to you and you could still play together. Well, it was mostly you telling him what to do with the toys, because he himself wouldn’t do anything besides holding them in his hand, but that wasn’t much of an issue to you. 

Of course you tried to get him to play with your other friends too, but his lack of enthusiasm often got in the way and the other kids got scared of his silent and emotionless behavior. However, even when they told you to, you refused to stop playing with Michael. Yes, he was a little odd, but that didn’t make him a bad child (killing his sister later lowkey did tho oop) so you didn’t want him to be alone. Everyone needs some company, right? 

Over time you noticed, that he would remember what you had told him to do with the toys, instead of simply holding them, to which you would give him a big smile.

This improvement you saw in his behavior made you even sadder when one day he stopped coming to the kindergarten. At first you had thought he was sick, but weeks went on without a single trace of him or his parents.

Upon asking you own they had told you he was sent to another kindergarten instead, that was specialized on children like him. You were sad of course, but you accepted it, hoping he would find more friends to play with now. 

You only later found out he was sent to an asylum instead of another kindergarten.

The Ghostface (Danny Johnson)

Danny Johnson did not have the nicest childhood imaginable. After her divorce his mother didn’t become directly abusive to him, more so the alcohol. 

He liked to think that the slurring woman bruising him wasn’t his mother, that it was simply someone else, someone more aggressive trying to be her. He didn’t want to think his mother hated him, he didn’t want to believe she would bruise him, would shout at him and blame him for what had happened to her marriage. 

Even as a young boy he knew to cover his bruises. He loved his mother, he didn’t want her to be alone even though the woman the alcohol brought out of her hurt him in every way possible. But it was his fault right? His dad didn’t want him so he left him and his mother. He was responsible and the least he thought he could do was let her let out her pain on the person responsible for her misery.

In school he didn’t talk much to anyone. He was a rather shy kid, not wanting to cause anymore trouble for anyone. At lunch he sat alone, but he didn’t mind. He also didn’t mind being called weird or gross for his greasy long hair or the bags under his eyes. Not that he wanted to talk to anyone about himself anyways. Not even to you as you approached him. 

You had watched him sit alone for a long time. He looked sad, restless, sometimes even scared and despite not even knowing him, it hurt you to see anyone in this state. So you went to talk to him. However, it took a while for him to stop avoiding you as best as he could and he eventually opened up to you a bit. He still didn’t tell you about the abuse until you reached middle school, but when he did you were determined to help him, to clear his understanding of him not being responsible for anything and to get him a new home. 

With the help of your parents you were able to get him out of his household and soon find a acquainted family that was willing to take him in. The Olsens tried their best to provide him with everything he needed. And while you knew it would take time for him to heal, you were relieved he was part of a loving family now, that would help him back onto a safe track. 

You couldn’t have known that the damage to Danny’s brain had already been done and there was no way of saving him from the twisted prison of his own mind.

OOK THESE ARE WAY DARKER THAN YOU PROBABLY WANTED BUT I OOP GOT CARRIED AWAY 

I can attempt to make it more wholesome a second time if you want these were just the most logical things that came to my mind haha... honestly idk but I usually think that someone isn’t just yk born a killer (except Michael maybe pfft) so I came up with some uhm logical upbringings to the boys haha yeet..

Anyways I’m considering turning the Evan and Ghosty one into their own separate story thingsies. Kinda hard to do something with Michael bc uhm Psychiatry but possibly something with a reader that’s also in treatment or we pull a Harley Quinn sometime who knows! 

For now I hope you aren’t too mad that this was so... dark instead of cute oop >:)) if you’re mad just let me die on the hook next time pffft

[spellscribe]

Word Find Challenge

thank you for the tag @winterandwords​! I’ve been tasked with finding the following words in my story: dead, down, didn't, and deal

Dead:

If you want to train up a ghost hunter, you might think the best place to do that would be in a graveyard. That’s bollocks. Graveyards are full of black-clad teens with nine-inch boots, too many baubles hanging from their ears (and other places) and more to the point, phones. Phones and ring lights and selfie sticks and aesthetic backgrounds, in fact. All that paraphernalia tends to scare off the haunts and spirits, and no spectre worth the salt that binds it would caught dead hanging around a graveyard.

Down:

“Here, ghosty ghost,” I called softly. “Feeling snacky? I’ve got some prime Australian ribs here for you if you show yourself.” “You never said you’d be using me as bait,” Quinn muttered. “Are you denying you’re tasty?” “I’m not the one marinated in whisky and…” Quinn froze and motioned for us to hush. “That way.” Ollie pointed downriver, towards the plip-plop of something dropping into water. “Light?”

Didn’t:

Any buidseach with half a brain would do his absolute and utter best to avoid any attention turned his way by the mighty Collective. As it turned out, I don't even have half a one. My antics in the Necropolis had attracted the attention of one or two people. And by people, I mean powerful organisations I would rather didn't know I existed. And by one or two, I mean all of them.

Deal:

"It wasn't my fault" I flipped a bird at Ollie, who stuck her head out of the kitchen for the sole purpose of bestowing an overly skeptical look my way. Fife peeled off the the first lot of forms and slid them over to me. "Well it sure as hell wasn't me who summoned a nine-foot tall demon to deal with a horde of zombies, then let half the bloody city know it was there."

These words are from Sweet Zombie O’ Mine, the second book in The Chronicles of Henry Mack. This one is still being written but book 1 is available on most platforms :) 

Anyone want to piggyback off this? Open tag. My words are: Day, Deliberate, Descend, Dump. 

[jw2000edition]

In this town, we call home, everybody sings to the pumpkin song!

Yes, this is Halloween. Awkward Teen thinks as she admires her fine work on her Valkyrie costume, perfect right to the tips of the wings. Her Evil Twin would never beat her for this costume, no matter how scary a vampire she thought she was! Now Musical Fanatic might but she was a truly scary Harley Quinn when she did her make up right and Awkward Teen was not going against that!

Every few minutes the doorbell would ring and at this early hour little witches and ghosties were arriving at the door with their parents saying truly adorable ‘Trick or Treat!’. It would be later when they’d gone to bed that the truly creepy teenagers were going round and that would be when iDad started answering the door.

Sadly on this night of hallows, school would be in the morning, meaning? No Halloween parties this year. On Friday or Saturday Halloweens the S.Q.U.A.D piled round to Musical Fanatic’s house before Trick-or-Treating around her local area and finally arriving home to gorge themselves on sweets as Sweeny Todd the Demon Barber of Fleet Street played in the background, Helena Bonham Carter’s awful singing and all. Oh those were the times they never wanted to end. Not that their stomachs thanked them for it in the morning.

But not this year, this year was a home year where the Boy Sibling hogged the TV to himself because Awkward Teen enjoys answering the door too much to sit and enjoy a film she likes for any considerable length of time, and sat in his piss poor excuse for a costume (a superman onsie, really?) wearing a shit eating grin the entire time. All whilst Supermum and iDad watch on knowing exactly what’s going on but not intervening in the name of teaching Awkward Teen and Boy Sibling to solve arguments on their own. This obviously means that nothing gets solved and they sit in a stale-mate for the rest of the evening until Boy Sibling forgets, loses and throws a hissy fit over losing.

And so awkward Teens pleas over watching an episode of Supernatural are ignored (what could be more halloweeny? Every costume she’d ever worn had a feature length episode!) and thus Halloween was...

...relatively boring?