#> spooky queue

[lostwcnderlands]

status -> open to all/any

NOTE: this is my hades muse, but i am happy to be fandom flexible && play any sort of devil/underworld god muse to fit your characters!

visitors were more common than one may think in the underworld; and who but the god of brimstone && fire && death to be the one to greet them? sinners, both mortal or otherwise, human or creature... anyone who had ever experienced passion had come to kneel at the foot of his throne of bone. while others may champion heroes, granting blessings for love, great quests, and unimaginable feats... the souls who came to he had more nefarious visions in mind. they came broken or angry, in despair or in blind rage. some came innocently, hoping to save a soul where no other would.

some came to bargain, to make their pleas, promising the treasure of their own spirit if he were to relinquish his grasp upon another. sometimes; he would oblige, granting their wishes for a high price. other times, he'd listen in silence, and would say nothing before waving them away. a fickle being; you never knew the mood you'd happen upon, when coming to request audience.

" you know.... " the god began finally, eyes slowly coming to find their visitor's in the half-dark of the throne room. " they have cautionary tales about those who come to make deals with the devil. "

[silent-dissonance]

fog

[littlemsjane-error]

[lostwcnderlands]

it was almost infuriating how she rendered him speechless. even now. something akin to guilt was setting in; a good fiancé would've walked away by now, but angel lingered. a miniscule shake of his head came with his answer. " i think i'm just scared to lose someone again. "

sorry? what was he sorry for? shoving his happiness in her face? ione supposed she could accept that. she stared at him for a long, hard moment when silence lapsed between them. "you, uh?" she prompted, though didn't actually expect him to finish. "what changed, then? was it meeting them?"

[creepy-girls-do-it-better]

Found on Pintrest. Source unknown

[ophernelia]

GIRLSGIRLSGIRLS ISSUE #1 "The 'It' Girl Issue"

recent episode | full series

rotated versions so you can read the spread with more ease lol.

[lostwcnderlands]

plot idea. muse a && muse b used to be in a band together back in highschool - they even got almost famous after graduation, touring for a couple of years, beginning to start playing more major shows, etc. muse a && muse b had started secretly seeing each other behind the other bandmates backs, as the band had a rule no sex, no relationships. the secret got out, and without the need for secrecy, the romance fizzled and turned sour pretty quickly. the breakup between muse a && muse b ended up being the downfall for the band, and they dissolved as a group shortly after. now, muse a sees muse b in a dive bar playing a solo set during a layover in town. maybe this story isn't over yet after all...

[aquamon]

[itsnotmourn]

what happened after tender treats

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[ Image ID:

A six panel comic of Spooky Month, taking place after the episode Tender Treats. Ross and Robert look into the candy bag Roy had tossed them.

Ross leans over and asks, "Do you think we got enough now?"

Robert replies, looking pleased, "it's a good amount. We can stop now and go home."

"Cool—" Ross is cut off and tenses up in shock at the sound of Jaune's voice behind him. Two white exclamation marks appear above his head.

"Hi Honey! Hey there, Robert!" Jaune is in the back of a police chair and she waves to Ross happily. There are two drawn flowers around herself.

Both Ross and Robert look behind themselves, confused. Robert asks Ross, "Isn't that your mother?" Ross does not reply back, still surprised.

Jaune jokes with a silly expression, "WOW, look at me. I got arrested for not wearing a costume today. Come bail me out?" A cartoon star bounces off her head.

Ross's face reddens with embarrassment as he averts his eyes away. "Good to see you too, Mum." Robert laughs at his reaction.

In the police car, Jaune goes on a tangent. As she talks, she has a small sweat drop on her cheek. "Haha, I'm just kidding. I was out helping my friend (you remember Lila?) and we ran into a bit of kahoots. Don't worry about that bit, though. Anyways, the police were around the corner to help us like "hurray we're saved!" So like after they drove my friend home, I figured we could find you too! What a night!"

Ross and Robert, drawn as simple shapes, look at each other with a question mark above their heads.

/end Image ID]

[lostwcnderlands]

giving a suspicious look around with a sweep of her flashlight, ari shrugged after a moment. " i mean, it's not like this is an ideal spot for crime or anything. " ariadne answered, too focused on the plan to care much about whatever haunts lingered just out of sight. she still hadn't decided how much of this stuff she really believed in, anyway. trying to bite back any annoyance in her tone, ari stopped in her tracks, and turned towards him, lowering the beam. " because - " she started with a sigh, fixing her tone, and giving an apologetic smile. maaaybe she was a little spooked too, making her tense. " i am being haunted, and i want it to stop. 3am in a cemetery, we chant these words, light some candles, and you'll sprinkle me with the herb stuff, and i should be golden. "

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♡  muse:  jevoni  harris.  mid-late  twenties. ♡  plot:  y/m  convinced  jevoni  to  part-take  in  some  ritual  to  wear  off  evil  spirits.

flashlight  in  hand,  leaves  crunch  underneath  his  feet  with  each  step  into  the  abandoned  cemetery.  eyes  slowly  peering  around,  "you  sure  this  is  safe?"  didn't  want  to  be  skeptical  --  yet,  the  place  was  giving  him  the  creeps  and  he's  unsure  if  he  even  wants  to  go  through  with  it.  "can  you  explain  to  me  why  we're  here  again?"

[creepy-girls-do-it-better]

71 days until halloween

[hellgirl666xx]

The only love I badly want 🖤🦇

[lostwcnderlands]

status -> open to all/any, ages 35+, no other restrictions apply

setting -> halloween night, my muse has knocked on your door with his small child in tow while trick or treating. it's been two decades, at least, since they have seen each other but... back in the day, our muses used to date in high school. {inspired by this}

single fatherhood had opened a whole world of reuniting with one's inner child. and, in truth - kaan had taken on the challenge with glee, designing the costumes for he && his son with his own hand. it had been a welcome distraction... idle thoughts led to feeling down. when kaan had taken off after graduation, he'd never thought he'd look back - much less, move back home. yet, here he was, on halloween night just a road down from where he'd grown up. knocking on once-familiar doors && being greeted by unfamiliar faces - after awhile, kaan stopped letting the nostalgia replay in the mind's eye, and hadn't realized where they'd wandered.

but then - a face oh-so-familiar appeared, and a flash of surprise registered across his face. in only a heartbeat, oddly... quicker, suddenly... the startle melted into a pleasant. " well, well. trick or treat? "

[babymorte]

its official im obsessed with the shady party of me

[writing-for-life]

Dream—David Hitchcock

[itsnotmourn]

i can’t help but view his smile like some smug thing