#Your dad is just like you and he still didnt raise you horror

[chucktaylorupset]

haha annual touden sibling fight to decide who got to name the dogs. do you ever think about what a colossal failure of parenting it is to sit back and let your children duke it out when you have the power to implement the obvious solution of having them alternate turns.

"laios named more of the dogs" of course he did. pov youre falin and you want something and it doesnt matter because your brother who is three years older than you is holding you down. he is three years older and he's bigger, and he always will be

like i dont at all think that laios like, physically hurt his sister in these fights or that either sibling remember these as traumatic but like i do think this had to teach falin that her desires didnt matter because when she was small she had something she wanted and it wasnt fair that she never got it and nobody fucking cared

and laios didnt care cause he was a fucking child and, while a caring person, not naturally empathetic. he wanted to name the dog! Its not either of the siblings fault that their dad, like with the mythical significance of the dog names, just did shit and never fucking explained any of it to them

anyway i think if the touden siblings fought again falin would 100% kick laios ass. girl is slanging a lamp post like it has the weight of a pool noodle, and more importantly, both she and laios think laios is going to win so while he's doing older sibling bullshit like making sure he doesnt hurt her, she is haymakering him at a 100% strength and whatever happen happens she can piece together his jaw and heal it after the fact

[barclaysangel]

JUST HEAR ME OUT:

Imagine, in the end, Caroline and Chucky are cornered. And they purpose a game, if Chucky wins, they all die. If they win, they get to kill Chucky. The game? King's Corner. Real simple, really easy. And the rules are to get through three rounds without quitting, they don't even have to win.

Seems too good to be true, right?

They decide to play it, since they'll willingly have Caroline on their side. And Jake decides to be the one who plays with Chucky, Devon watching out to see if he cheats. But before the third round, Caroline complains that she's thirsty and gets drinks for everyone before the next round. Chucky said that you always have drinks and snacks during a card game, or that was how his family played.

But, surprise surprise, Chucky drugged the drinks. But not in a way you'd expect, it didn't kill them, but put them under enough drugs to think that they had all made this up and they were in a psych ward together, and Chucky was their therapist and Caroline was his daughter that came to visit.

And Chucky convinces Jake that his dad died due to an accident, and he wasnt really killed by a doll. Jake just didnt want to fault his own father for his death, that's where the idea of Chucky came from. Something to blame. All this time, Jake didnt want to understand why Chucky was doing this, all he wanted to know was what he was.

And for a second, he almost gets Jake to quit the game.

But Devon steps in, he immediately recognizes it when Chucky says "You need to quit this game, Jake." and prevents him from doing so by knocking Jake to the ground, shattering a glass cup.

He picks up the largest piece, but all Chucky says is "Put that down, little man. You're going to hurt yourself."

And Devon's like "Jake, listen to me, okay? Don't believe it. Chucky always lies, you know this! And if...if you believe him, that means all our time spent together has been nothing but a story you created! I'm just character, nothing more. Lexy, Jake, if you truly don't care...then nothing I do can affect you, right?"

He turns to the two, raising his sleeve. "Snap out of it, you two. Please." And then, trigger warning, he slits one of his wrists, getting blood all over the floor while Jake just lays there, and Lexy just sits, watching.

"Wake up, guys. Please." And soon, Devon's on the floor too. And Caroline just walks up to him, softly petting his head. "You poor, poor thing. Never recognized, always overlooked. Your love isn't enough to save them." And it sounds like she actually has pity for him, before she looks at Jake. "Jake, do you quit the game?"

There's no response, as Chucky smiles manically. "That means...we win, Caroline. We win!" And he's laughing, and it seems like they actually won, before Jake reaches for Devon's hand.

"Dev." He began. "I want...I want to be able to say "Good night" to you tonight."

Devon smiles. "I want to be able to watch a horror movie with you guys."

"I want to see your faces tomorrow." Lexy tells them. "And I...I want to be able...to maybe make a tiktok with you guys."

"One of these days," Jake begins. "I'm gonna take you guys to an art show."

"And I want to make breakfast tomorrow." Devon says. "And I wanna hear Lexy backseat cooking with me."

"Even arguing sometimes would be pretty nice." Lexy laughs.

You can see Caroline's face drop, as Chucky just furrows his brows, not knowing what the hell is going on. That's before Jake sits up. "I'm gonna protect you guys. Like you guys protected me." He looks to Chucky. "I don't quit. Let the games continue, Chucky."

Jake sees two tears fall down Chucky's face, and everything is back to normal again. The cards are still on the table, and they're still in the White House.

Caroline nods, as Lexy helps Devon sit up. "You shouldn't have done that, you could've bled out!" She scolds, and Devon just shrugs, before Caroline hands Lexy a couple of papertowels. "Here," She says. "This will help."

Lexy takes it skeptically as Chucky just watches them. "How, utterly, sickeningly...magnificent." He says, and Jake turns to him, and Chucky has a sad smile. "That was pretty moving." His smile drops. "For their sake, let's finish this, Jake."

Jake nods, and the third round begins.

Thoughts?

This was so wild but so interesting, I loved it!!

[nrrrdgrrrl2002]

Evelyn Evelyn

A fnal short story about middy

“Come on raph! You’re the knight who saved the day! You have to kiss the princess!” Mikey whined. Raph and Middy looked at each other and grimaced.

“I don’t even want to be the knight. I wanted to be the pirate” raph said. “You’re always the pirate” Leo chimed in, pretending to be a dragon.

“I’m with raph. Him being the knight doesn’t feel right” middy said.

“Yeah. Casey was the best kni-“ Mikey tried to say before Donnie covered his mouth.

The brothers looked at each other with worry and then at middy with sadness.

“Who’s Casey?” Middy asked, confused at the 4 boy’s behavior. The boys looked at her, dumbfounded.

“You’re brother?” Raph said to her. Middy looked at him, still confused. She felt like she had a brother, but had no memories of one.

She shook her head. She tried to remember.

She was in an alley.

She saw a hand.

A glowing teal bracelet.

Screaming.

“Don’t you remember?” Leo asked as he held up a picture to her. She took it and looked to where Leo pointed. “It’s only been two years. You have to remember” Leo continued.

Black wavy hair.

Dark freckles.

A grey hoodie.

Silver eyes.

Like the moon.

“Oh! He looks like Evelyn!” She said. The boys looked at her, confused. “Who’s Evelyn?” Donnie asked.

Middy ran to her backpack and dug something out. It was a blank wooden doll.

“He is!” Middy responded. “Isn’t Evelyn a girls name?” Mikey asked. Donnie raised an eyebrow at his brother before asking middy.

“How does he look like Casey?”. “Like this” middy said as she turned something on on the dolls back.

The boys ears hurt as a weird ringing echoed from the doll. “Augh! What is that?!” Leo yelled as he covered his ears.

“Are you ok raph?” Mikey asked, noticing raph looked green. “I-I’ll be right back” raph said as he ran off, holding his mouth and stomach.

They then noticed the doll was shifting and glitching into… a human?

No. Not just a human. A boy…. One they knew too well….

The boys went pale when they saw it. It couldn’t be….

“What?” Middy asked as she saw the horror in their faces. She looked at Evelyn.

The doll was now a boy. With black wavy hair, dark freckles, a grey hoodie and silver eyes…

The “boy” had a soulless smile as it stared at the boys. The brothers didn’t know what to think.

“Daddy made him. But he said it was wrong so took him” middy explained.

“Boys! What is that noise?” Yoshi came in with drinks for the kids. He dropped them when he saw the all too familiar black haired boy.

“Oh yeah” middy said as she remembered that the disk was noisy. She turned the toy off, causing it to glitch back into a blank wooden doll.

“I… your father is here for you, middy” yoshi said, trying to calm down. Middy grabbed Evelyn and stuffed him back into her backpack.

“Ok” she said as she got up. Raph walked back in, looking queasy. Middy walked up to uncle splinter.

“Bye guys! Happy early ninth birthday!” She waved to them as she left. The boys hesitantly waved back to her, still trying to process what they saw.

“Hi dad!” Middy said as she got into the car. Zayton didn’t say anything, too busy staring at yoshi. Middy swore there was anger in his look.

“How are the boys?” He asked his daughter. “They’re alright. They didn’t seem to like Evelyn” middy said.

“Who’s Evelyn?” Zayton asked. Middy pulled the blank doll out of her backpack. Zayton recognized it immediately.

“Why do you have that?” He asked her. Middy looked at his baggy eyes. “You left him” she responded.

“I DIDNT-“ zayton nearly yelled at her, his mind going somewhere else. He sighed.

His daughter didn’t even flinch, as if used to these outbursts. That somehow felt worse than her being frightened.

“I’m sorry” he said as they drove off in silence. Middy looked at the doll and decided to ask something.

“Who’s Casey?” She asked her dad. Zayton looked at her before looking back at the road. He answered, saying

“A memory you shouldn’t have to bear”

[nicascurls]

JUST HEAR ME OUT:

Imagine, in the end, Caroline and Chucky are cornered. And they purpose a game, if Chucky wins, they all die. If they win, they get to kill Chucky. The game? King's Corner. Real simple, really easy. And the rules are to get through three rounds without quitting, they don't even have to win.

Seems too good to be true, right?

They decide to play it, since they'll willingly have Caroline on their side. And Jake decides to be the one who plays with Chucky, Devon watching out to see if he cheats. But before the third round, Caroline complains that she's thirsty and gets drinks for everyone before the next round. Chucky said that you always have drinks and snacks during a card game, or that was how his family played.

But, surprise surprise, Chucky drugged the drinks. But not in a way you'd expect, it didn't kill them, but put them under enough drugs to think that they had all made this up and they were in a psych ward together, and Chucky was their therapist and Caroline was his daughter that came to visit.

And Chucky convinces Jake that his dad died due to an accident, and he wasnt really killed by a doll. Jake just didnt want to fault his own father for his death, that's where the idea of Chucky came from. Something to blame. All this time, Jake didnt want to understand why Chucky was doing this, all he wanted to know was what he was.

And for a second, he almost gets Jake to quit the game.

But Devon steps in, he immediately recognizes it when Chucky says "You need to quit this game, Jake." and prevents him from doing so by knocking Jake to the ground, shattering a glass cup.

He picks up the largest piece, but all Chucky says is "Put that down, little man. You're going to hurt yourself."

And Devon's like "Jake, listen to me, okay? Don't believe it. Chucky always lies, you know this! And if...if you believe him, that means all our time spent together has been nothing but a story you created! I'm just character, nothing more. Lexy, Jake, if you truly don't care...then nothing I do can affect you, right?"

He turns to the two, raising his sleeve. "Snap out of it, you two. Please." And then, trigger warning, he slits one of his wrists, getting blood all over the floor while Jake just lays there, and Lexy just sits, watching.

"Wake up, guys. Please." And soon, Devon's on the floor too. And Caroline just walks up to him, softly petting his head. "You poor, poor thing. Never recognized, always overlooked. Your love isn't enough to save them." And it sounds like she actually has pity for him, before she looks at Jake. "Jake, do you quit the game?"

There's no response, as Chucky smiles manically. "That means...we win, Caroline. We win!" And he's laughing, and it seems like they actually won, before Jake reaches for Devon's hand.

"Dev." He began. "I want...I want to be able to say "Good night" to you tonight."

Devon smiles. "I want to be able to watch a horror movie with you guys."

"I want to see your faces tomorrow." Lexy tells them. "And I...I want to be able...to maybe make a tiktok with you guys."

"One of these days," Jake begins. "I'm gonna take you guys to an art show."

"And I want to make breakfast tomorrow." Devon says. "And I wanna hear Lexy backseat cooking with me."

"That would be pretty nice. I never got to take you on that movie date," Jake says. "After this, I swear to God I will."

"Even arguing sometimes would be pretty nice." Lexy laughs.

You can see Caroline's face drop, as Chucky just furrows his brows, not knowing what the hell is going on. That's before Jake sits up. "I'm gonna protect you guys. Like you guys protected me." He looks to Chucky. "I don't quit. Let the games continue, Chucky."

Jake sees two tears fall down Chucky's face, and everything is back to normal again. The cards are still on the table, and they're still in the White House.

Caroline nods, as Lexy helps Devon sit up. "You shouldn't have done that, you could've bled out!" She scolds, and Devon just shrugs, before Caroline hands Lexy a couple of papertowels. "Here," She says. "This will help."

Lexy takes it skeptically as Chucky just watches them. "How, utterly, sickeningly...magnificent." He says, and Jake turns to him, and Chucky has a sad smile. "That was pretty moving." His smile drops. "For their sake, let's finish this, Jake."

Jake nods, and the third round begins.

Thoughts?

That's such a cool idea!

[sadlysoulx]

Haikyuu characters thinking you want to break up with them

part 1 (Atsumu& Sakusa)

Heyyyoo~ I'm sorry I haven't post in a while school's bad and it managed to get into my nerves without me going to the place itself plus i have now wifi so I have to connect to my dad's data☹️ Thanks for 33 followers😭💖!! Especially to my friend Mocha berry who supported me :)

Would be doing Tsukishima and Ushijima in part 2 ;)

⚠️Warning⚠️: swearing, not proofread

ATSUMU

"I really have enough!" Atsumu banged his fist down the table, making you flinch and take a step backwards.

"You are so fucking dramatic," he pointed at your shivering figure.

"I'm dramatic?" You asked hysterically. "I'm the ones who's dramatic?" You asked again, glaring back at Atsumu. "Open your eyes, 'tsumu! You're the one who made this into a bigger issue!"

"Me?!" Atsumu screamed back, finally making your tears fall down. "Y/N! If you weren't do clingy, this wouldn't happen!"

"Its not my fault that my boyfriend doesn't have time for me!" You fisted your hands.

"And this is fucking why I regretted to ask you to be my s/o!"

You stopped. Brain stopped functioning as you slowly let his words sink in, and to your despair, he didnt stop there.

"If you weren't my s/o, I would have a free life without you whining around like a kid," Atsumu was still shaking from anger.

"I would have the best life without you," he muttered.

More tears flowed down on your face.

"Fine!" You walked out the kitchen and into your shared bedroom, making sure you bang the door open.

You grabbed your bag and began stuffing down your clothes.

You heard loud and fast footsteps and in the corner of your eye, you saw Atsumu standing and peeking in the door, regret filled his eyes.

"Y/N—"

"If your not contented with me," you began as you take another bag and filled it with toiletries. "Then find another s/o, I wouldn't mind,"

You swung your bag over your shoulder and quickly breezed past him out the door.

"Y-Y/N!" 

Tears prick your eye since again as you quickly fumbled with your house keys and shakily tried to shove the the keys into the keyhole.

Atsumu grabbed your arm, trying to pull you to his chest.

"Y/N! Babe—"

"Don't fucking call me Babe!" You turned to him, new fresh batch of angry tears flowing down your cheeks. "Save that for your new s/o!"

You could see Atsumu's eyes turn glassy, his bottom lip trembling.

You successfully unlock the main door and you walked out of your apartment, striding down the hallway and waiting for the elevator.

Atsumu quickly followed you to turn annoyance, sniffles escaping his trembling lips constantly.

You hated seeing him hurt, especially if your the one who cause it. Imagining him with another person left a sour taste in your mouth.

But now that Atsumu said that he wished he wasn't your s/o, you knew that it wouldn't be long for him to find a new someone— if ever the both of you really make things over.

You distracted yourself by looking up the escalating red digital numbers that was labeled up the elevator doors.

In the corner of your eye, you see Atsumu opening and closing his mouth as if he wanted to say something but he couldn't. His hands hesitantly trying to reach out for you, his head hung low, tears dripping out of his red eyes pitifully.

The elevator doors finally opened and that's when Atsumu find his courage to talk to you.

"Y-you're really gonna leave me, aren't you?" He whispered softly, only loud enough for you to hear.

You stopped your attempt to walk in the elevator and stare aimlessly somewhere.

His sniffles and hiccups were getting worst. He was obviously trying to stop himself for crying.

You watch as the elevator doors close infront of you.

Turning to him, you saw his huge mascular figure shaking violently and his head still hung low.

"You are, aren't you?" He asked shakily again.

You dropped your bags and threw yourself to him, hugging him tightly.

He finally broke down, loud sobs echoing the empty hallway and hugging you back tightly.

"I'm never gonna leave you, 'Tsumu," You sobbed into his chest. "Never. . . I can't do that, I love you so much,"

"I'm so sorry, baby. . ." Atsumu sobbed into your hair. "Shit. . . I'm so sorry. . . I- I didn't mean what I said, I would never replace you– Fuck! Please forgive me baby. . ."

You let out a watery sob.

"H-hey, it's fine 'Tsumu." You looked up at his slightly swollen and wet but dreamy eyes. "I'm sorry for being dramatic," you giggled slightly.

He wiped your tears.

"It's fine baby," He smiled at you through his teary eyes, pressing a chaste kiss on your forehead. "I love you. . ."

"I love you more,"

He smiled, his eyes suddenly lighten up more.

"Hey, I found a really good movie in Netflix! It's a horror movie, let's watch it together!" He smiled down at you, gripping your hands.

"Okay! Let's watch it tonight!" you smiled up at him.

He smiled wider and cupped your cheeks, leaning down to kiss you.

Sakusa

Sakusa groaned. He stood up straight and made the mop lean towards the wall.

He scanned the living room all sparkling clean. Walking towards the couch, he plopped himself down, sighing in relief.

Sakusa having a bad day is an understatement.

The weather is bad, rainy and muddy outside, making their volleyball practice get cancelled for their own safety. Just today, when he woke up, he found that you weren't around. Sakusa had no idea where you went and it angers him that you didn't let him know. He waited for you and he spent his time cleaning the house and yet it has been an hour since you left.

And he hadn't have his breakfast and it made him more grumpier and more icy than ever.

Sakusa stood up and was about to go to the kitchen to eat on his own when the door opened, revealing you in muddy clothes.

"Hi babe!" You softly chuckled before breaking out in to a harsh and loud cough.

Sakusa flinched at that.

He observed you as you drop the plastic bags filled with what he assumed groceries.

He watched as you slowly walk into the living room, leaving a disgusting trail of wet puddles and mud.

Sakusa clicked his tounge.

"Y/N!" He frowned as you stopped in the middle of the living room, looking up at him. "I just mopped up the floor!"

"Oh, I'm sorry—"

"Save it Y/N. . ." He clicked his tongue in annoyance once more, picking up the mop again. You knew he was mad, and you tried not to worsen the mood more. "Look what you did!"

"Babe. . . I'm really—"

"I said save it!" He raised his voice higher making you shut up. "Where are you from?"

"I went to the grocery—"

"We still had a lot of food!" Sakusa pointed the way to the kitchen, eyebrows deeply furrowed.

"No, there isn't—"

"Shut up okay?!" Sakusa banged the mop on the floor harshly, you flinched. Tears threatened you.

He wasn't always like this and if he ever is, it wouldn't be a pleasant sight.

Sakusa run his hands through hair, tugging it stressfully.

"Go to the bathroom and clean yourself!"

You slowly slumped across the living room in the way to the bath.

"If you want to be part of this household, then make yourself useful. . ."

You turned around just as he finished whispering those words.

"What?"

Sakusa turned to you.

"I said 'If you—'"

You laughed, humorlessly.

"So you're saying I'm not useful?" You voice cracked with sadness.

Sakusa only stared at you with his stoic expression.

"That I'm worthless?" You pointed to yourself.

Sakusa frowned. "I didn't say that—"

"But you're making it sound like that!" You raised your voice, running your hands through your damp hair angrily and in stress.

"You're the one who's making it mean like that!" Sakusa exclaimed, slightly shaking from anger.

"I am your fucking s/o! And you have the audacity to insult me!"

Both of you argued on and on, the clock ticking away, voices getting louder than the last. You don't know when would this end and how.

Both of you were stubborn, both doesn't want to lose from the other.

Until, Sakusa had enough. He swiped the things away from the coffee table, making the fragile things on it shatter loudly, triggering the tears that sat on the edge of your eyes and fall down your cheeks.

"Would you shut it?!" Sakusa's cheeks glowed red.

"You're not telling me what to do!" You shouted back.

"You are so fucking stubborn!" His voice trembled. "You know what? I regretted to be with you!" He screamed shakily, pointing at your smaller figure.

Tears flowed down your cheeks more. You stepped up to him, you didn't care if you're still damp with rain.

"And you know what? I did too," you spat the words with venom and you saw Sakusa softened, guilt immediately swan in his eyes.

You immediately walked to the main door and Sakusa immediately followed, trying to string his sentence but it all ended up with a stutter mess.

"Y/N!" He called as you banged the main door close, you walked out the glass doors and you were immediately met with heavy rain pouring down your back harshly.

You didn't know where to go and you panicked when you hear Sakusa running to you from behind.

"Y/N!"

You tried to run away but he gripped your wrist, making you turn to him.

"Y/N. . . Please. . . please. . ." He grabbed your hands and clasped his huge hands around yours, looking at you with pleading eyes. "I didn't mean—"

You sobbed.

"Maybe it's better if you find someone new. . ." You tried to pry your hands away from his, in which you successfully did due to him staring at you in shock.

"What? No! I won't replace you!" He shook his head, making his now curly hair sway along with him.

He paused, guilt swimming at the pit of his stomach and his lungs, making it hard to think and breath.

"Are you breaking up with me?"

You looked up at him and you immediately spoke.

"I—"

"No,no,no,no," he chanted, tears swelling his own eyes. He held your hand as he let out a sob that he tried to keep in.

He knelt down still clasping your hands, looking up at you. Sakusa broke down, sniffles, hiccups and sobs escaping his trembling lips.

"No,no,no, please don't break up with me," he cried.

You cried with him as you knelt down beside your lovely boyfriend.

"Please don't, Y/N. . . I- I can do anything! Just forgive and stay with me—"

You peck his lips, making him shut up.

"I won't break up with you, silly boy," you went to his chest as he hugged you right, both of you crying hard and not really caring of you're out in the rain.

"I'm sorry," you sobbed.

"I'm sorry too," he sobbed back.

You pulled back and wiped his tears, and he did the same, which was useless since the rain was still drenching you both.

"Let's dance in the rain?" you wiggled your eyebrows at him as you let out a distorted laugh since your throat is still sore.

"That only happened in cringy romantic movies," he let out a watery laugh of his own.

Nevertheless, you both stood back on your feet and danced in the rain.

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[blookmallow]

rating spirit halloween’s new animatronics for 2021

or at least what’s showing as New Arrivals on the site for me. looks like we got 15 new arrivals listed here and im HYPE about them so here we go

the caretaker

pretty standard reaper character with a Gravedigger theme to it. hes... fine? nothing about this particularly stands out to me, but i dont dislike it at all. i like his gravestone. would be good for a graveyard set. i guess ill give him... 6.5/10

mr. dark

at first glance he also just looks like a standard reaper character (or voldemort. he definitely looks like voldemort now that i think about it) but it turns out he SPRINGS UP RIDICULOUSLY TALL LIKE A CURSED WACKY INFLATABLE TUBE MAN and the spring motion in the video is actually really fucking fast so, while this isn’t a lot different from other jumpscare animatronics, i gotta give him credit bc i guarantee this would have scared the fuck outta me in person. according to the site he’s almost 9 feet tall at his full height 

i expected him to jump out and scream but i did not expect. That. i feel like if you put him up on a stage or something to make him loom over people even more he’d be very menacing indeed. would also be really good if you put him behind something so you don’t see him until he's suddenly There

i like him, 8/10 springy spook man 

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grave grabber

pretty much just a zombie but he’s cute i like him. i like the green eyes. i dont know what it is about him in motion but the video makes him kind of endearing to me for some reason and i dont know why. 6/10

ophelia

at first for some reason i thought the monster’s name was ophelia but i think that’s supposed to be the name of the victim? i think the idea here is “girl haunted by a Nightmare” but the fact that the monster itself is so small and doesn’t actually have a body for the most part makes this unintentionally hilarious to me 

like. it. it’s so small. it’s just a little shoulder demon. it’s so cute 

psst. hey do we have any more cheetos

anyway i like how the girl’s eyes move back and forth but the sounds she makes are uncomfortable and she just looks so. stiff and solid and there doesn’t seem to be any movement at all other than her eyes and the monster peeking out so it’s just kind of weird to look at. it’s an interesting concept but the execution is just strange and unintentionally hilarious. 7/10 bc i still think its really funny 

someone should buy this and mod it into chrona and ragnarok 

harriet hustle

WE DID IT KIDS WE FINALLY GOT A FEMALE CLOWN ANIMATRONIC im so happy i could cry i wish my store had her set up i want to meet her  

i love how they have her hanging upside down like this, it makes it so much more visually interesting than the figures that just kinda stand there looking spooky, even though she doesn’t really Do much (she just swings and her head moves around a little, just laughs, doesn’t have spoken lines) 

i love her outfit i love her hair shes SO cute i love this little murder gremlin i love her i love her 

im still waiting on spirit to give us a female clown figure that isn’t “creepy little girl” (ive commented before on how their only female figures tend to be either the Old Hag or the Creepy Little Girl and not a lot else) but i absolutely love this all the same 20/10

this one is fun too because we also have: 

henry hustle

according to the description he’s actually harriet’s dad!! we have an evil clown father and daughter duo here and im LIVING for it

i dont think ive ever seen spirit do characters that are related to each other like this that’s so cute,

apparently his wife/harriet’s mother left them and ran off with the ringmaster. he’s a single father clown trying to raise his evil daughter clown and i support him wholeheartedly

there doesn’t seem to be any more animatronics on this storyline, we don’t have the mother here and the only ringmaster animatronic they have is the rotten ringmaster who was released previously, but i doubt he’s the homewrecker ringmaster in question. he Could Be. imagine if your wife left you for That. we dont even know if henry’s wife was also a clown or not. spirit halloween clown lore going on here

anyway i absolutely LOVE this clown, he does something INCREDIBLY STARTLING AND UNEXPECTED which i dont want to spoil for you. go watch his video and see what he does its great 

my absolute favorite type of halloween animatronic is the “does something completely unexpected” category and this one is ALSO a clown and a GOOD clown at that

and he’s got this great vintage clown style i really like, i love scary clowns like this that actually look like they could believably be a real guy and not just some kind of mutant Clown Monster 

and hes got cards!! card suit motif!!! i love it i love him this is a great clown 20/10 for him too

w. raith 

we have this one at my local store and listen to me. im completely obsessed with this ghost

it’s pretty much just a ghost but it’s SUCH A GOOD ghost. especially in this photo here with proper spooky lighting and everything. i would absolutely LOVE to see this in a haunt attraction, it looks SO good even in bright store lighting. i feel like this under the right lights and in the right environment could look SO fuckign cool  

the shredded rag look!!! the ethereal glow!! the weird jellyfishy movement!!! the classic wooOoO oO o o ooo noises!! this may perhaps be the ideal ghost. it is without flaw. a perfect specimen. i fuckign LOVE this ghost i want it so badly but i do not have the space or the money for this thing 15/10 w. raith my beloved. my true love. maybe one day 

buzzsaw

at first i was slightly disappointed to see that this guy didn’t have an actual name, but then in the description apparently his name is Bill “Buzzsaw” Jackson and his backstory is he tried to be a wrestler but it didnt go very well so he grafted weapons in place of his hands. i guess. you know, to be better at wrestling. i dont really understand it and i definitely would not have gone with “disgraced former wrestler” as the concept for this guy  

but anyway we have mr jackson at my store right now, he’s Big, i like him. he doesn’t really move very fast and doesn’t jump at you, he just kinda swings his saw around. for some reason he just seems friendly to me and i dont know why. makes me think of like an uncle dressed up for halloween rather than an actual murderer guy. i dont know i cant explain it but i like him hes my friend 8/10

wacky mole

this guy’s also at my store this year, i didn’t know his name was wacky mole fsdgjsdg

he’s listed as a new arrival, but i thought i remembered seeing him before, and the description says he’s a returning fan favorite, so. i guess this is a re-release 

anyway pretty standard Scary Monster Clown. his teeth look like candy corn. i like it but i think they should just Be candy corn. i like his colorscheme and his silly giant buttons. light up eyes are always a nice touch. he doesnt really stand out but hes overall a pretty good clown. 7/10

grim

good ol’ classic skeleton. he’s pretty nicely modeled though and i highly recommend watching the video for this guy because he moves REALLY well for a spirit animatronic, he’s got a way wider range of movement than most of them do and his head moves really nicely. one of the benefits of a skeleton animatronic is you don’t have to deal with lip movement, so his jaw movements match with his lines a lot more realistically. i like the animated glowing eyes too, it really gives him a lot of personality. he’s really interesting to watch. like, it’s just a skeleton, but it’s a really really good skeleton, so, 8/10 

BEETLEJUICE!!

i love love love franchise character animatronics and spirit has so much great beetlejuice stuff this seems well suited to them but looking at it............. hm. hm

he just looks so. stiff and his face comes across like, deer caught in the headlights to me. it Does Not look very natural but it looks slightly better in motion (he just swivels from side to side and says a few phrases but it somehow looks less. shellshocked when he’s moving) 

maybe not the greatest execution but maybe he looks better in person and im still hype to see him so 8/10 regardless 

night stalker

we have this guy at my store too, im still not really sure what’s going on with his arms (did he just rip loose from them and leave them behind? did someone do this to him? i dont know) but i love a good spooky scarecrow. love his Wiggles. hes a pretty good boy. 6.5/10

here we have another pennywise, it pretty much just pops out at you, but it’s still pretty good. i like the full size one they had before better, but this one’s slightly cheaper and would be easier to integrate into a haunted house attraction since he comes with a built in set piece. it looks good but doesn’t do much. 7.5/10 i guess 

GHOSTFACE!!!!

FUCK YES I’VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS

please. please spirit halloween set him up in my store so i can see him

anyway hes got kind of the same issue beetlejuice has where the figure just. looks kind of stiff, and he looks more like a spooky ghost decoration than like, A Person. he doesnt seem to have any lines or anything either, he just kinda pops out. but then again i guess whenever we see ghostface in person in the movies he doesn’t usually talk anyway. i dont really know how id make this better but it seems a little underwhelming somehow. still hype to see it though. 7/10 i guess 

now if we could just get a jack torrance and a bela lugosi dracula id be content 

i would LOVE to see Red from Us but i doubt they’d do one. my other horror beloved is norman bates but i know if they made one of him it’d just be him in a dress waving a knife around (not that i wouldn’t still be hype to see him, but, y’know) (anyway. tangent. moving on) 

mr. howle 

it’s. a werewolf. he howls. that’s....... about it 

it’s a very nice looking werewolf, it’s a well designed figure and definitely looks very imposing, but it’s... just a werewolf. there’s not really anything particularly interesting or creative here. its a perfectly good werewolf. i dont have anything to say about this. 6.5/10 

i also just am not a werewolf person so maybe someone out there who has a greater appreciation for werewolves might like him more 

[is-that-another-soulmate-au]

I may or may not be a sucker for soulmate AUs

But hear me out. An eye soulmate au, like everyone has their natural eye color to start out, but when they make eyecontact with their soulmate one of them changes to match. But let's also mix in the painsoulmate au.

Basically Sokka at the age of 13 is screaming in pain in the middle of town holding his eye as the tribe tries their best to help him. All the while he's screaming "it burns! Oh God! It burns" and the sheer pain alone causes him to pass out in a slump against the cold snow. He knew then that noone in his tribe was his soulmate. It was very obvious.

The pain eventually subsided but he still couldn't get the memory of the pain out of his head, what happened to his soulmate. He could only wonder in fear.

The day that they found Aang in the Ice Katara's right eye and Aangs left switched to mirror eachother.

Not long after there was a firenation ship on their shore and Sokka was facing the man leading the group out. He himself hadn't noticed until the man was hit in the head by the boomerang Sokka threw. Knocking his helmet off and causing them both pain. They stared at eachother for what felt like forever, the man had a scar over his eye that made it hard to see that it had changed to a bright blue mirroring his own. However, Sokka, didn't even realize it was his it was mirroring. Until after they rescued Aang from the ship and Katara was staring at him

"Your eye, its gold"

"What!?"

He looked the reflection of his boomerang and looked up at Katara in horror "he got that scar at 13 katara, remember when I was screaming, it felt like someone was digging into my eye with hot coals for a solid 5 minutes"

They both shuddered at the thought of what could have happened to him. Swearing that they'd soon enough snag him up and adopt him.

(Boutta be skme divergence from the Canon here because i can )

They'd run into eachother multiple times but when they were caught in the fire sage temple Katara and Sokka were thrown into a cell with Zuko. All three in shackles, the siblings shackled in front and the firebender in back. Zuko seemed to just want to be away from them by curling further into the corner "Zuko..."

"What do you want?"

"Tell me how you got your scar" Sokka demanded

"Why do you care?"

"Uhm, maybe because at 13 I was overcome by the worst feeling of pain I've ever felt, my eye felt like someone was stabbing a torch into my socket and it hurt so bad to the point I was screaming bloody murder in the middle of my village for 5 minutes until I passed out from the pain alone. Oh and our eyes are mirroring?" He raised a brow "so tell me, how did you get it. I'd like to know who put both of us through that bile inducing pain"

"My dad did, I was..." he paused, realizing who he was talking to "you know how old I was... I spoke out in a war meeting and was challenged to an Agni kai, thats a fire battle to the death for honor thing, I thought it was the general, but it was my dad. I didn't fight, I begged him to spare me, and he.. well.. you know, then he banished me right after and now I'm here in fire nation waters, captured and likely going to be killed because well banishment means if i step foot in fire nation land or waters, ill be killed he gestured "now Mr. Mirror boy, does that satisfy your question" his voice was like venom, not potent venom but angry 'I'm big and bad' venom

"No, not really, but it does solidify my desire to off the firelord" he said in an absolutely enraged voice catching Zuko off gaurd

"What"

"And it confirms that you should totally join us" Katara cut in hoping to finally adopt Mr. Fire Jerk

"What would I do that?"

"Uh... maybe because your dad is a piece of shit and from what I'm guessing wouldnt think twice about killing you."

"Neither would you?"

"Wow, you wound me. No we won't kill you" Sokka spoke up with a playful sarcastic tone

They sat in silence for a while but Katara spoke up "its nice you two bonded and all, but like, we should probably get out of here, Sokka grab the pin from my hair"

Doing as instructed he grabbed it and handed it to Katara who picked the lock on Sokka's shackles who returned the favor and moved towards Zuko "stay away from me pea-"

"Shut it will you? I'm helping you, just because you've chased us all over doesnt mean we're gonna leave you to die"

After running for their lives and convincing Aang to help him they fly out and Katara Aang and Sokka sit further to the front discussing the situations and Aang nearly cries until he looks at Zuko. And then he does "Zuko, I can tell from how you act you probably blame yourself-"

"Of course I do! It was to teach me respect"

"But you were just a kid Zuko, you still are just a kid, we're all just kids."

"Obciously, but I still ne-"

"No Zuko, listen, I know it'll take time to settle in the right mindset but, what he did was wrong. And you've been chasing me for 3 years right?"

"Uh, yeah?"

"I only resurfaced like a couple months ago Zuko, he sent you out on a mission searching for someone who didn't exist. That's one horrible power trip for him to pull on a child"

Of course he didnt take kindly to the words at first but soon enough, by the time they made it to the north pole Zuko was integrated into their group fairly well.

(This was not meant to turn into a sort of fic, but I honestly like it too much to not post it so here, have my brain dump)

[queenieloveswriting]

Little orange bottles

A/N unedited little thing from a while ago, found loads of bits in my notes on my phone read this and though id post it let me know your thoughts ////hella old ngl sounds like shit srry ladsssss xoxoxoxoxooxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxTW--Abuse//Blood//Bad thoughs ig sorry not good w warnings sorry if this triggers anhyone 

*beep     beep     beep*

Your alarm rang through the room for what seemed to be the fifth time this morning.It was now 6:30am and school began in two hours unlike the majority of students in kildare county you enjoyed school and, your (only) friend pope definitely made it worthwile.You both loved school,people like his friends jj and John b didn’t like school.

Why are you awake at 6:30 again?....right!

You look over to yourself in your mirror and glance at your schedule sticky taped to the corner; 

*DAISYS SCHEDULE*

6:30-wake up

6:45-shower

7:00-get ready

7:20-read

7:50-breakfast/pillz 

8:00-head to Heywards

Obeying the list, you hopped into the shower and got yourself prepared for the day, brushing your teeth washing your face and applying a light amount of makeup. A tinted moisturiser, clear mascara and brow gel, In attempt to tame your wild hair you collected into a cute messy ponytail, breaking three hair bands in the possess. Putting your glasses on you choose your outfit, due to the heat you opted for something casual, a blue denim skirt with a black crop top and a oversized blue flannel top  covering  just to the bottom of you skirt 

You went downstairs and packed some fruit into your bag. Opting to take your breakfast as today's lunch, knowing Mrs. Heyward would invite you in for ‘leftovers’ from their breakfast. Shouting  goodbye to your mum who was no doubt still in bed exhausted from her night shift.

Running out the door grabbing your phone, headphones and favourite book ‘to kill a mockingbird’. I plugged in my headphones playing my ‘reading playlist’ and read as i walked up to heywards,occasionally looking up so I don’t walk into any unwanted attention. The third time checking your surroundings you realise you made it to popes in record time, because his mom came out ushering you and him in in for ‘leftovers’ .Pope rolled his eyes sending you   a silent apology. You didn’t mind though she was more a mother to you than your actual blood.

“Hey nerd "pope greeted you pushing your glasses up your nose 

“Hey geek” you replied, slapping his hands away, he pulled you into a quick hug and followed h8im and his mum into the kitchen.

“Whatcha reading this time?”he asked making you laugh slightly “Harper lee my friend” you replied  holding up your book as he rolled his eyes “why am I not surprised ,you know the book doesn't change right every time you read it "he asked playfully “I know pope, but it’s a classic and i don’t have enough to get a new book until my shift next week so I’m not complaining “you sassed

“Yeah you're know that I’ve said you can borrow my books anytime “he asked

“Yeah but you won’t let me write notes in the margins pope! "you explained “because what about MY notes “he exclaimed and you both erupted into laughter.God,you're such geeks you mentally sighed.Mrs.Heyward scolded at us both for arguing and gave us some pancakes and fruit.

Mr.Heward barged through the doors shouting about some ‘arrogant snotty kook man’ and turned around shily when he heard you and pope laughing. "daisy hey sweetheart you need me to save you or you alright?” he asked, referring to his wife’s overwhelming mothering. You shook your head quietly declining his offer, smiling you replied “no sir it's fine, "you laughed "Heyward you need any help with deliveries?” you asked hopeful as you needed to buy some things for school. Being a pogue you tended to have to fend yourself, plus it gave you something to do. “Sure do doll, tomorrow morning,7 sharp you’n’my boy can help out and pope make sure you ask that Maybank if he's helping out too, need to know who goes so y'all come back alive”he joked”thank you sir”you shouted as he was halfway out the door.Turning back round to pope “maybank?” you asked, raising your eyebrow hinting you had absolutely no idea who he was talking about,”my friend jj you know the blonde who gets into all the fights i told you about”he answered and you nodded,still searching for an answer ”he's coming tomorrow?” you quizzed “yeah probably,plus i think it's about time you met my friends they all think i made you up”he laughed”c'mon we've gotta eat then go”

As if on queue Mrs Heyward shouted at you from across the hall telling you to eat before it got cold.After scoffing your breakfast down,it was time to leave.After regular smothering from your second mother you left.

“Sorry about them”he mumbled 

“It’s fine it’s nice having the whole parents as parents thing you know”you said .Pope knew about your mom not being around or well really a mom.He said you could come round whenever assuring his parents you were just friends,they loved you.

He nodded”you know your welcome whenever”he said and you nodded again

“Yeah but anyways how you feeling today about mrs.spiky hairs test smartass”you joked “we gon ace it y'all ready know her tests are easy”he dragged 

“True I’ve got all a’s every time”you smirked 

“Yeah same but to be fair even my friend John b could pass them and he didn't know that there were two different there’s until junior year so....”

You laughed “wait I though that jj was the the dumb one”you asked “there both delinquents but gotta love em.I’m brains of the operation anyways it’s my thang ”he sang causing you to laugh at the way he pinched his shirt and pingged it brushing dirt of his shoulders “you should come to the party tonight and meet them if you want?”he asked and you shook your head “i dont know pope,party’s and me aren’t really a good thing you know how my anxiety gets in groups”you said and he nodded “i know it’s fine don’t worry about it but offers there when you want you could even come out just us on the pouge if you wanted “he offered “they really wanna meet me?”you asked “well they wanna meet MY competition “he challenged “not really a competition there bud” you teased patting his shoulder “but I’ll think about it yeah?”you offered “sounds good and here we are” you turned facing each other then back at the school making your way inside.

“Hey i told jj I’d meet with him just before first  lesson give him his homework see you there”you gave him a confused look “they go here?”he laughed “yeah didn’t i tell you”you shook your head no “sorry see you in 10 nerd”he waved “in 10 geek”you repli,ex

Waiting for class to start,you set up outside your classroom and put your headphones back in continuing your book. The vibration of the bell and stampedes of teenagers scurry to their first lesson , you ended up waiting for pope who practically ran down the hall and laughed when your eyes met.

 You went in taking your seats next to each other this happened up until break. then lunch you’d go to all your lessons together hang out at break,being antisocial in the library, but at lunch he’s always go off,with the pogues you assume,now knowing they go to your school.At lunch you go outside and walk to the bleachers and sit reading basking in the sun.

After your  last lesson with pope you both headed home together dropping him off at heywards halfway.

“Mom I’m home”you shouted slamming the door dropping the keys on the sideboard .After no reply you expected her to be at work so you got started on your homework so you could”relax” on the weekend.

It was now 6:30,and pope texted you telling you the party started at seven and the offer was still up before you could reply,you heard your door slam shut and you ran downstairs hoping you could talk to your mum,and catch up.

You see her figure reach for a cupboard that hasn’t been opened in years  left. this was bad.

“Hey mama how was work”you asked with a shaky breath 

She glared swigging the bottle 

“You know what sweetie “she spat “Mama don’t have to go to work an more you wanna know why because i got fired from work apparently they couldn’t handle me anymore,took to many people on,so sweetie work was fucking awful OK”she shouted 

“Oh mum I'm sorry what are you going to do i mean i think the heyw--“

“Oh shut up you’re so pathetic you know,I mean you inside on a Friday night? should you be out like a normal teenager huh?god”she scoffed 

“What mom I-“by now half the bottle was empath,being drank with such desperation 

“I’ll get another  job I’ve already got the heywards they can give me more time and an I-I’ll  get a side job we’ll be fine w-we have dads money too”

“Sont talk about hijm!It’s your fault your father left you fucking incompetent piece of shit you make everyone want to leave,no wonder you have no friends. I mean look at you your pathetic  you know these people in your books there not real DAISY god why can’t you just be normal you drove everyone away.this is your fault”

Tears were now threatening your eyes,but as you looked into the person infront of you,you didnt see sadness,you saw anger,you saw red. 

“Mum Im sorry i-ill-“

Before you could say anything she downed the rest of the bottle and threw it at you.glass smashing everywhere cutting you up.your whole arm started to bleed as you cried out in pain your mum hit you,ran out and slammed the door shut.

she hit you.hit you.you ran upstairs not bothering to protect  your arm wrapping  it up in an old shirt.you needed your best friend,you didn't have many friends but he was yours you knew that nothing anyone said could change your friendship 

So you called him running out of your house in todays clothes covered in blood like you’d been in a fucking horror movie 

“Heyyy daisy you change your mind”he answered the phone 

“Hey pope I-I need some help my mom a-are you still at a-at the p-party”you stuttered 

“Woah woah breathe daisy where are you I’ll come get you okay”

“I’m near the boneyard you still there I-I’m sor-ry f-for calling i didn’t kn—“

He cut you off “no shut up it’s fine where are you,are you hurt what happened?”

“My arm s-she h-hit b-bottle “

“Fuck where are you daisy “

“Oh-oh my god there’s so many people here”you were sure you were having a panic attack by now,-you could barely breathe

“Wait daisy I-i see you I’m coming okay wait there”

“O-okay”

Hanging up the phone you were now just balling your eyes out in pain and hurt. You curled up into a ball only looking up when you  could hear pope shouting in the distance.

“Shit daisy”he shouted 

“I’m sorry I didn’t know where to go,my mum she she my arm I- I”

Pope wasn’t unfamiliar to your panic attacks,usually being  the one to calm you from them,/

“Daisy breath okay”he stroked your hair making you look into his eyes 

“What happened “he asked and you showed him your arm “shit daisy that’s close to a main artery your losing loads of blood C'mon let’s get you cleaned up back at the chateau “you just nodded following him his hand holding yours hiding you from the people as you walked past. Arriving at a group of people probably his friends,the pogues,. As your vision begins to go hazy you think that maybe your mum was right you are pathetic .He was out on a Friday night ,I looked like the whole damn school was here.he has his life maybe he didn’t want to be your friend maybe he didn’t want to just hurt you .realizing you were fading out he shook you “shit daisy no no no “he cursed“John b keys I need the keys”you heard him say and they were saying something about him getting some “dude shut up this is daisy she’s hurt “you heard him say and all of them looked at you,but you couldn’t bring your eyes too meet them.Soon enough pope was dragging you away and towards a shack,the chateau.

He dragged you inside and you were sitting on the Island In the kitchen/living room,this was a home.

where was your home now?.

“Here lemme see ''he pulled your arm and started to work. It didn’t surprise you he was so good at this he was always good at first aid but this?

Lucky it wasn't on a actual artery but the blood made it look worse,acknowledging the fact you'd been so quiet,he spoke up “hey D look at me “he said pointing your chin up,looking at you straight in your eyes”what happened,when your ready”he asked.As your breathing steadied,you began to speak “my mom,she got back from work sh-she just lost her job a-and”you stuttered,pausing to collect your breathe 

“hey it’s okay take your time okay”he calmed you”she hasn’t drank since..”you stopped and he looked in your eyes.Pope knew all about your dad,leaving you when you were about to go into junior year,you never knew why but one day he was their next he wasn’t,pope helped you through it,when you began to get closer.

“Your dad?”he answers for you 

You nodded

“She said that it-it was my fault that he left and that she lost her job an”you gulped,recomposing yourself“How I push everyone away and that’s why I have no friends I mean let’s face it”laughiing a breathy laugh “she’s right”popes head snapped up “Daisy!you have me,D its okay I’m you best friend and you know she’s wrong okay now this is going to hurt”he assured you,before you could ask questions your arm burned up from the straight alcohol he’d put on your arm “FUCK POPE SHIT WARNING PLEASE FUCK”you shouted and he laughed,frowning when he came too “Sorry,shit this is bad daisy,like really bad,I dont know what to do,I can just wrap it up But ii think you should go to the hospital“he said and before you could fight,a deep voice filled the room.

“What the fuck is going on pope”curse from the back of the room.After observing the heaps of bloody tissues and your T-shirt laying next to you“What the fuck happened to her man,who is this?”he asked pope who looked up at you,asking the silent of’should i tell him’ you shook your head with pleading eyes 

Pity took over popes vision as he answered JJ’s question“Jj this is  daisy,daisy jj”he introduced you and you sighed,finally meeting the blue eyed boy with watery vision“hey,sorry we,urm, woke,you”you stuttered “oh i wasn’t sleeping princess”he winked causing you to furror your eyebrows at the boy you heard stories about ,following up to the elephant int he room.”what happened”he asked,re-observing your surroundings,eyes finally meeting your bloody arm “holy shit you gotta fucking c-cat or something”he demanded .Before you could awnser,a half naked girl stumbled out of his room,pouting

“oh you really weren’t joking when you said you weren’t asleep”you giggle then pope accidentally pressed to hard into your arm making you scream “fuck pope Jesus fucking shit”you cursed 

“Fuck I’m sorry but its clean and the plasters won’t do much but I’ll wrap it up anyways i still think you might have to go to hospital”you shook your head “no no no no  I can’t pope you know that”he sighed “look nerd you know where she cut look how close that is daisy okay” pointing to your bandaged arm jjs eyebrows furrowed in confusion

You tore away from his gaze to the the floors 

“Hey jj,what's taking so long sweets”his guest said,in a thick country accent causing him too sigh turning around going back into his room.You don’t know what he said but five minuets later she was storming out the rusted doors,huffing and puffing, and left and he walked back to you two 

“Sorry”you looked at him and his eyes softened.You were gorgeous and so innocent who would do this to you?.he asked himself”don’t be she was to Whiny anyways you saved me”you smiled ,slightly rolling your eyes at the player you'd been warned from.

“Daisy”pope snapped you back to reality “hospital?”

“Pope I can’t I-I’ll just go home and-“you babbled

”no no way you're not going back there daisy okay not if your moms like she is right now”he said under his breath in attempt to be secretive

“Your mom?”jj thought out loud and you just looked at him,mentally cursing yourself 

Ignoring the blondes “you know i can’t do that pope”you mumbled looking down. 

“Why”he snapped

“Because I live there pope”you paused,forgetting the blonde”you know and it’s not like this is new, you know it’ll blow over”you urged,trying to convince yourself 

“And what if i doesn't daisy”he quizzed” what are you going to do then”he asked causing you to freeze and stand in silence. 

You walked up and hugged him,stifling a sob.Skilfully dodging your arm,you let go of him and held his stare. 

“Pope,your my best friend, okay?Well my only friend. You know that, but you gotta understand why I’ve gotta go home,Besides, she’s probably not even in,she left straight after, she’s probably out okay”you insisted”I’ve got that job with you and your dad tomorrow I’ll see you okay”you insisted

After some silence he looked at you,”I’ll drive you home okay and if she’s there your coming back to mine”he hissed”You can crash in the couch like you did last time okay “he urged”let me just go talk to jj okay”he said leaving you in the kitchen ,now only realizing the blonde had left the room.After overhearing some not-so hushed whispers,pope came out followed by a blonde who carried an angered but also slightly pained expression that left you wondering what pope said in there.Did he tell him about your mum?

After snatching the keys from the side,where you left them,he led you guys into the van.You and pope got into the back and he and just hugged you there it was nice he calms you and you calm him .“Hey pope”you break the silence“Yeah”he returned“Sorry”you apologised“Stop”he spat.

You looked up to him,eyebrows arching up in confusion“What?”you pleaded,provoking him to roll his eyes and your tendency to apologise after any slight inconvenience“Doing it”he grumbled“Doing what”you urged,oblivious to what was annoying him“You always apologise,after everything”he answered letting out a slightly breathy laugh“Sorry”you laugh realising you already subconsciously apologised.“See what I mean”he tutted“Right but thank you”you pushed“Always nerd”he promised“Geek”you sassed,falling into a comfortable silence,enjoying who you considered your family now

“Hey daisy” he broke the silence

“Hm”you humed

“Did you take them today”he asked,you sighed

“I thought I’d be okay pope,i was i promise”you pleaded

“Daisy”he sighed

“I hate them pope,they make me feel so deflated,they make me feel  like a monster”you mumbled into his shoulder

“You have to take them daisy you know that”he scolded

“I’m know i Just”you paused

“I know”he cut in 

“I don’t want to be a monster anymore pope”

“Your not a monster daisy,i promise,you're amazing bub”he praised

Finally pulling up to your house,met with a cleaver driveway you turned back to pope who was checking for the same thing you were “see”you deflated”i'll be fine see you in the morning,7 sharp kids” you teases in his dad's warning tone 

“Daisy i still think you should come back to mine  i don't think you’ll b--”

You pleaded his anxious babbling with a kiss on the cheek”see you in the morning”you demanded and he sighed

You popped your head through to the front

“Thank you for the ride jj sorry about interrupting your night” you apologised and he smiled at you”no worries princess,we oughta be seeing you in daylight too though”he asked “maybe blondie”you winked giving pope one last hug before you made your way through the door,treading carefully,just to be safe.

[snakeymay]

could i please request a scenario/imagine where askeladd had a daughter but he left her and her mother. Then she grows up and has a family of her own in a village. But then the village gets raided by askeladd's band and he manages to recognise her, however its too late.

I had time to rewrite it several times. I really liked this idea but it was hard. But I love challenges. Enjoy ♥️

“ So you decide to leave us that cowardly, Askeladd? You are the lord, the noble man after all, but why aren’t you able to farewell with your own daughter?”

The woman sobbed quietly, doing her best to sound calm, but she failed with each word spoken. Young Askeladd glanced at her, nothing trembled in his heart at that moment, when he failed to leave the home noiselessly. He has already her, his wife, he had been planning to leave Wales. The new life of a wealthy, noble man wasn’t his cup of tea. Neither the peaceful life was something the dream of his life.

He looked at his wife again. She was the most beautiful Welsh woman to imagine, but to him, to Askeladd, she was the ice: she would never understand him.

“ I leave the most of our possessions to you and our daughter, see?”

The woman turned red. He is wealthy enough, handsome enough. She put up with his multiple treasons and neglect. But this is the last straw.

“ But you leave us, she wakes up and what should I say to her? She is just 4. What should I do? You took the idea of the new life in your head, but you are thinking of yourself, what about Hefin? Wha-“

He came closely to her and covered her mouth with his hand.

“ Woman, you wake her up. We have been discussing this again and over again for many months. I have warned you, and you still pretend I didnt tell you wh-“

The little girl interrupted the escalated conflict as she showed up from the room she was sleeping in. She looked pretty like her father: lean, with messy wide eyebrows at the ends and with beautiful wheat-like hair. She raised her eyes at him, how drowsy and confused she looked. The heart of the man shrank in seconds when she hugged his leg. Hefin was surely devoted to her father.

“ Dad..? Mommy? What is the noise about?..»

Askeladd squatted to her and looked at her eyes. That’s why he wanted to leave without a notice. He was a cunning man but disarmed in front of those innocent grey eyes.

“ I will have to leave, Hefin. It is really important, do you understand how important it is?”

He poked her little nose and she knitted her brows, but her dissatisfaction changed to a great worrying.

“But when do you come back, Dad? Will you bring me a doll?..”

He laughed, but his voice was crowned with a sad tone.

“ I will have to be out for a while. But I will return and you see me again, Hefin.”

“ Do you promise me?”

“ I do”

He gave a kiss on her forehead, then he stood up, and glanced at his wife. She didn’t want him to substitute his noble, wealthy life for piracy. But the more he stayed here, the more he felt stressed.

“ Woman, take care of her. You have now all I have got.

Askeladd took his goods he had collected in his bag. When he stepped out the house, the little girl sobbed violently, embracing the mother’s legs. She knows her father will never come back. The mother rubbed down her face and hugged the one now she had left with.

” Mom, i wish my father would invite my wedding... This is not fair”

“Fair or not, he did his choice almost 12 years ago and didn’t hesitate when you had woken up. Don’t expect the miracle.”

The woman fixed her daughter’s bridal veil. The woman’s face was painted with new deep wrinkles - she aged rapidly and her beauty faded with time. The girl, who just turned 16, was sparkling from excitement, but the words of her mother sheathed like a dagger inside her heart. After several minutes she will get out of her home, get wedded to the man her mother chose for her, and leave the home.

The time has passed, it seemed like Hefin, the little girl who grew into a nice lady, had forgotten about her scampish father. But she didn’t. She missed him a lot. She didn’t know he had become a pirate, she thought she was just a bad daughter, so he left her and her mother because he was tired of her.

„ Mother, I know he has a new life to live, but I would be glad to see him once“

The woman nodded and kissed the girl‘s forehead. The time has come.

The splitting pain pierced the woman‘s chest as she fainted and fell on the wooden floor. A spear, or a dagger, or a sword has run through her - she didn’t recognize who or what happened as she had heard screams outside her house. She saw nor her husband, neither her little son who went with his father to plow up the soil. She just opened the door and was attacked. She closed her eyes as she heard the footsteps near her. But she heard how some men who were rubbing the house. At least they didn’t notice her breathing, at least she could live for more minutes.

„ Darn, this English whore has so much silver necklaces. Askeladd will be glad.“

The footsteps and male husky mumbles disappeared. She was alone, on the floor, bleeding, still alive, but on the verge of death. But she had enough power to shed tears from the immense grief. And again, new footsteps coming. She froze in horror, this is the end.

„ Hefin.. is this you?“ the man, whose face was covered with deep wrinkles, came into the house and gazed in shock at his dying daughter. If she stood up and looked at him, she would recognize him. His voice was enough for her.

„ Father? Fa-ther!..“ she puled these words with such pain, if she could at him. The man sat near her, his left hand held a silver necklace. The one he once gifted to her mother, he recognized it.

„ I am sorry, Hefin. I have always been a terrible father and husband“ Askeladd raised her head a little, so she could look at his face. Yes, it was her father. She aged much and looked much like him, as he had been young once. She gave her last effort to smile to him.

„ Father, I am glad to see you again.“

[descendantofthesparrow]

Harry Hook x Skellington!Reader - Boys and girls of every age

@sweetweasleygirl​

Idea for a very special Harry x reader Halloween oneshot : Reader is daughter of Jack Skellington and Sally(from a Nightmare Before Christmas), and she and Harry are datng since a month. Reader is a Halloween freaking lover and this year, she decided to show Harry what is Halloween holiday. In the end of the oneshot ,Harry became the biggest Halloween holiday fanboy ever, and he decided he and reader needs to wear couple costumes every year XD

WOULDN’T YOU LIKE TO SEE SOMETHING STRANGE?

Halloween, your favorite night of the year, the night where you could scare to your heart's delight and eat all the candy you earned.

It would also be the first Halloween you would spend with your boyfriend, harry hook.

And boy were you excited! You would show him EVERYTHING, from the pumpkins to the candy. From the trick or treating to the haunted mazes, from the ghouls under the bed to the shadow on the moon.

Everything.

Including your Halloween family. You see, harry thought you were simply someone who loved spooky and scary stuff, who loved to dress up in skeleton style clothes, and loved to scare others.

Yeah…

You kinda nervous as well, you see, you had a human appearance just like everyone else, except…every Halloween, from sundown to sunrise, you would take on your father's appearance.

Oh, you were the daughter of Jack Skellington.

Yeah…that was something interesting about you huh? Harry doesn’t know, and you-yes you the daughter of the king of scares-was scared of how he would react to your Halloween form.

A skeleton, thin and gangly, that struck horror into those who saw you.

And you were terrified that harry would fear you and leave.

Sighing, you glanced at the clock, squeaking as it read 5:00 pm, “shit!” you yelped, standing from your vanity and shoving on your jacket, pulling up the hood and grabbing your bag full of planes.

Plans for if harry decided to stay by your side tonight, plans for scares for the people of Auradon.

“bye daddy!” you yelled as you passed your tall and thin father, he laughed waving you goodbye

“see you tomorrow my little nightmare, have fun!”

“I will!”

You sat on the stair rails, sliding down and almost bumping into your mother. “oh, heading out now sweetie?”

“yeah! I said I would meet harry at 5!”

“Okay, love you, stay safe~! Say hi to harry for me!”

“yep!”

You bolted out of the house, rushing past the werewolf, the sea monster, the witches, lock shock and barrel, the musicians, and the mayor

“Hi mayor bye mayor!”

“hello (y/n)! have you got the plans for tonight's hallow-wait where are you going!? (y/n)?!”

You ran out of Halloween town, reaching the forest and quickly opening the pumpkin door, closing your eyes, imagining the Auradon forest opening, and stepping through.

A feeling of falling and you opened your eyes, stepping onto the leaf-covered ground, closing the door behind you and running forward, leaves crushing below you.

“(y/n)!” you grinned, skidding to a stop and beaming at the handsome bot before you.

“Harry!” you laughed, running and leaping into his arms, harry spinning you around before putting your down. “you came!”

“of course I did” harry hummed, nuzzling into your hair “why wouldn’t I take the chance the be with yeh?”

You snorted, pulling back, glancing at the sun, it was just starting to set, you had maybe 10 minutes before you turned.

You had to tell him...

…

But he was so warm! Fun fact, you hated the cold, you loved fall and winter, but you HATED the cold.

So harry had become your personal heater.

“because I keep doing this” you tightened your grip on him, burning your self into his chest and digging your head under his chin.

“oof, well” harry laughed, rubbing your back “I don’t mind love”

You held onto him for a good minute, before Harry spoke up again.

“so what are we doing tonight? Yeh said you had something teh show me?”

You let out a shaky breath, pulling back and glancing at the sun.

It was setting.

You had only two minutes.

“Okay, so remember when you said you wanted to meet my parents?”

Harry nodded, raising his brow “aye?”

“we-well, I needed to show you something else before that, and please please-“ the sun was setting “please don’t leave me”

“(y/n)?” harry furrowed his brows, reaching out to you, you backed away, noticing the shadows, reaching towards you. “what's wrong why are you-“

“Please don’t be sacred” you pleaded, closing your eyes, letting the shadows consume you as the sun set.

You heard harry step back, gasping as your hand's skin shadowed away and bones took its place.

Darkness bleeds away as you looked up, harry staring shocked and jumped slightly as he saw your face.

“yeh-whoa” harry breathed, but he…didnt seems to be scared? “that-is-so fucking cool!” harry beamed, walking up to you and brushing his fingers over your cheekbones.

“How did yeh do that?!”

You breathed a sigh of relief, letting him play with your fingers. “my dad, is the pumpkin king, Jack Skellington, every Halloween as the sun sets I take this form”

“that’s cool” harry giggled, biting his lip as he continued to play with your hands “you said you were gonna introduce me to them?”

You nodded “yes, but first!” you stepped back, swinging your bag off your shoulder and walking over to a flat stump, taking out your blueprints “let's do some work!”

Harry tilted his head as he read the writings and glanced over the drawing the doodles.

“wow? All yer ideas?” Harry asked, sitting down on the ground next to you. You nodded, leaning on his shoulder and pointing to a particular plan.

“yep! Dad assigned me Auradon this year, and I was wondering if you wanted to help!? This one's for Mal and her friends” harry grinned like a bobcat, reading the one you were pointing at particularly.

“I love it, im in”

---

COME WITH US AND YOU WILL SEE

Harry cackled as you high fived the headless horseman “thanks dude, have a good night!” the horse nickered, letting you pat his neck as the horseman nodded, turning his horse and trotting away.

“oh, my god lass! That was amazing!? What else is there?!”

You cackled, brining out your bullet journal, brushing your finger down the list.

“up next is dizzy, Celia, the smee twins, and Harriet hook, your sister, they are trick or treating right now, ready to scare my pirate~”

Harry grinned, tossing his arm around your boney shoulder.

“aye, my Halloween queen! let's go scare the shit out of my sister!”

=

THIS OUR TOWN OF HALLOWEEN

Fog, circles around Harriet and the younger vks, skipper and sterling, clinging to her jacket, shaking as they kept hearing footsteps echo around them.

Dizzy and Celia, clung to each other yelping as a figure appeared in the fog. “h-Harriet?! What is tha-HAAAAAAH!”

You jumped from the mist, a red iris gleaming as you cracked open your mouth, leaning over the screaming girls, Harriet squealing and leaping back, falling as the twins made her topple over.

“RAHHHHH”

Harry cackled as you stood still, the two young girls crying, Harriet shaking, and the twins whimpering.

He sighed, stepping from the shadows.

“Alright, that’s enough, yeh are all fine, its just (y/n)”

The twins bolted up, running into his arms and sobbing into his jacket, Harry frowned, kneeling down and hugging the boys close.

“Hey hey, it's okay, nothings hurting you, it was just (y/n), she was just scaring you”

“holy shit that’s (y/n)?!” Harriet blanched, staring shocked at the snickering skeleton. (y/n) waved and nodded

“yeah, sorry bout that, part of my job”

Celia released dizzy, starting to grin as she walked up to you, “wow, that’s cool, how’d you do that?” you made a happy noise, letting Celia touch your face.

“just something I can do each halloween~”

“cool~!”

Harriet sighed “alright, come on, pixie said you guys had to be back no later than 10:30, let's go” Celia frowned but obeyed, waving you goodbye.

“that was amazing love, what's next” harry was giddy, shaking with excitement, he never thought Halloween would be this fun.

You hummed, taking the plans out once more and glancing at them before you chuckled darkly.

“James Hook”

=

THIS IS HALLOWEEN

Harry watched as his father screamed in fear as dark shadows circled around him, the ticking of multiple clocks surrounded him.

“tick-tock james~” harry shivered, your voice was dripping with sadistic glee “the fear you’ve put on one, ten folded before you~”

James collapsed to the floor, covering his ears and screaming into the dark.

You materialized out of the shadows, your pale white skull stark against the dark. James' eyes widened, and he scrambled away.

“gri-grim reaper! Stay away!”

Smoke gathered around his father and girlfriend, chocking his father.

“goodnight James”

=

THIS IS HALLOWEEN

As always Halloween had to end, so you decided to call it a night and bring harry with you back home.

Harry sighed, yawning slightly as you led him through the woods, hands clasped tightly.

“where are we going, lass?”

“to meet my parents, and my home”

Harry raised his brow as you arrived to a circle of trees, watching as you walked up to the pumpkin door and open it, gesturing for him to step inside, your empty skull sockets staring oddly warmly at him.

“Welcome to Halloween town harry”

Harry stepped threw, feeling a shiver down his spine as a path appeared to lead to a town.

Seeing a scarecrow with a pumpkin on it, fallen leaves whirling with the wind, Harry looked behind him, noticing you stepping up behind him, grabbing onto his hand, your face still the skull.

Boys and girls of every age

Wouldn't you like to see something strange?

Ghosts whispered around him, shadows on tombs, fear creeping up on his spine as he took in the world around him.

Come with us and you will see

This, our town of Halloween

This is Halloween, this is Halloween

Pumpkins scream in the dead of night

Harry jumped as the pumpkins were impaled,  dropping from seemingly nowhere. You giggled, gripping your free hand onto his arm, anchoring him.

This is Halloween, everybody make a scene

Trick or treat till the neighbors gonna die of fright

It's our town, everybody scream

In this town of Halloween

I am the one hiding under your bed

Teeth ground sharp and eyes glowing red

Harry stepped behind you, holding your shoulders tightly as you lead him through town

I am the one hiding under your stairs

Fingers like snakes and spiders in my hair

Harry sidestepped a snake, squeaking slightly as gleaming eyes looked at him from the dark shadows.

This is Halloween, this is Halloween

Halloween! Halloween! Halloween! Halloween!

In this town, we call home

Everyone hail to the pumpkin song

Harry eyed the four vampires wearily, his grip on your shoulders tightening.

He jumped at a sudden loud voice.

In this town, don't we love it now?

Everybody's waiting for the next surprise

'Round that corner, man hiding in the trash can

Something's waiting now to pounce, and how you'll

Scream!

Harry yelped, causing you to turn around and wrap your arms around him, pulling him away from the werewolf and sewer slime monster

This is Halloween

Red 'n' black, and slimy green

Aren't you scared?

Well, that's just fine

Say it once, say it twice

Take a chance and roll the dice

Ride with the moon in the dead of night

The two witches barreled over harry, one trying to grab his coat lapel before you smacked her, glaring as they cackled away.

Everybody scream, everybody scream

In our town of Halloween!

Harry paled as the clown circled around the corner, ripping off its face

I am the clown with the tear-away face

Here in a flash and gone without a trace

I am the "who" when you call, "Who's there?"

A shadow ripped by harry, making him jump and turn, to see no one there, you sighed, the townspeople were just having a blast scaring Harry, weren’t they?

I am the wind blowing through your hair

Harry shivered as his hat was tossed from his head, scrambling to pick it up before you grabbed it and put it back on him before grabbing his hand and leading him toward the town center

I am the shadow on the moon at night

Filling your dreams to the brim with fright

Harry eyed the moon wearily, recognizing the shadow that danced on it for a second

“was that Oogie?”

You turned surprised “you know who that is?”

“aye, he was on the isle?”

“oh”

This is Halloween, this is Halloween

Halloween! Halloween! Halloween! Halloween!

Halloween! Halloween!

Tender lumplings everywhere

Life's no fun without a good scare

Harry jumped as two corpses appeared behind him, pushing you and harry forward to the foundation.

Harry gripped your hand tightly, stepping closer to you.

That's our job, but we're not mean

In our town of Halloween

In this town!

Don't we love it now?

Everybody's waiting for the next surprise

Harry blinked as a huge man with an axe buried in the back of his head brought in the scarecrow from earlier was brought in on the back of a wooden horse. You grinned, bringing harry forward, you couldn’t wait for your dad to meet him.

Skeleton Jack might catch you in the back

And scream like a banshee

Make you jump out of your skin

This is Halloween, everybody scream

Won't ya please make way for a very special guy

Your mom stepped out from the shadows, glancing at you and harry, gasping happily as you nodded at her when she pointed at harry and mouthed ‘harry?’

Our man Jack is King of the Pumpkin patch

Everyone hail to the Pumpkin King, now!

Harry gasped as the scarecrow came to life and grabbed a torch, lighting itself on fire and dancing on the horse.

“lass are yeh seeing this?” you giggled at his awed but fearful tone, the one everyone made when around your dad.

This is Halloween, this is Halloween

Halloween! Halloween! Halloween! Halloween!

Harry leaned forward to the fountain as your father leaped into it, his mouth slightly open in curiosity

Corpse kid and mummy kid leaned over the water, singing lightly

In this town, we call home

Everyone hail to the pumpkin song

You cackled as your father emerged from the water gloriously, hands crossed against his chest, gazing at the sky

La la la la la la la la la la (Halloween! Halloween!)

La la la la la la la la la la (Halloween! Halloween!)

You blew a wolf whistle, harry turning and seeing your dark cold brushed cheeks and bright (e/c) eyes once more. “lass yer back?” you giggled and nodded

“Halloween ended! So yep!”

Harry tossed his arm over your shoulder as the town clapped and cheered, another Halloween over and done!

Your father caught your eye and smiled as you pointed to harry, nodding.

“everyone! I would like to make an announcement!”

The town settled, you gripping Harry's hand and bringing him forward

“as you all know, my daughter was assigned to scare the united states of auradon tonight, and one important detail was, her boyfriend is a resident there! So may I please welcome and introduce?”

You grinned, leading harry front and center, your father towering over the two of you

“Harry!”

“Harry!” your father echoed, placing a boney but gentle hand on yours and Harry's shoulder. Harry looked up at him, oddly not feeling afraid but safe, knowing that the “king of Halloween” had welcomed him so easily.

“oh (y/n)! you’ve got your self a pretty one there!”

Harry twisted back around seeing one of the witches grinning devilishly at him, harry swallowed harshly, stepping slightly behind you.

“he looks delicious (y/n)!”

“so yummy! Can we have a piece!?”

Your smile dropped, glaring at the witches

“haha! He looks like he could drop any second!” the Harlequin Demon cackled

The melting man reached out to harry before your mother stepped in and slapped the hand away

“how dare you? (y/n) brought him here to meet you all, and you all act like this? You should be ashamed of yourselves, go!”

The residents huffed, turning and retreating to their homes for a night's rest.

You breathed a sigh of relief, falling back into harry as he also relaxed.

“Thanks mama” you hummed, smiling as she brushed a strand of your (h/c) hair away from your face.

“no problem my little fright, they don’t have any sense of personal space.”

“well” your father boomed, leaning down to your hights and smiling “I think its time we properly introduced ourselves, im jack Skellington, (y/n)s father” harry shook the bone mans hands, smiling slightly

“nice teh meet cha jack”

Your mother jumped to hug harry, which he winced at but accepted “and im sally, (y/n)s mom! I've heard all about you! Thank you for making my daughter so happy!”

“um” Harry mumbled, glancing at you from beneath his eyelashes, blushing slightly “yer welcome”

“now!” your mother released harry, clapping her hands together, “(y/n) has told me what you can and cannot eat, so I prepared, and had (y/n) grab things from your world, to eat dinner here! And don’t worry (y/n), there is nothing that will make him lose his appetite.”

You groaned, smiling “thanks mom”

Harry nodded “I could eat”

“Perfect!”

=

PUMPKINS SCREAM IN THE DEAD OF NIGHT

Harry yawned as you walked through the dorms, the sun rising through the windows, luckily tomorrow was a day off for the students.

“that was amazing lass, we have to do that again next year, and oh! What about matching costumes!!?” you grinned, so happy that harry now shared your love for Halloween.

You couldn’t wait to show him your plans for next year

After all, it was only 364 days till next halloween~

--the end--

[cd-head]

Something not newsies

MYTC

~WARNING~

SPOILER OF THE BIG WAR BUT I WROTE IT A BIT DIFFERENTLY

CHARACTERS: TECHNOBLADE, PHILZA, WILBUR (MENTIONED), TOMMY, TUBBO, FUNDY 

TFW: MENTIONS OF DEATH, INSANITY AND BLOOD IS IN THIS

YOUVE BEEN WARNED

Technoblade, or well, Dave stared at his crossbow as Tubbos speech rang in his ears. Wilbur was dead. His bloodly brother. His BLOOD was dead.

Killed by their father who appeared somewhere. L’amberg was blow to pieces.

His part of the pact with Wilbur was to go. He let out a laugh and began to shot aarows at the people in the crowd. His eyes crazed and long forgotten, the person he once was lost under of power that took over his veins and didnt let him think. 

Think about what his father would do. The same man standing behind him. Staring at him.

In fear almost, he didnt turn around the see but an hand caught his shoulder and spun him around and his face was taken into a pair of hands of the man that was slightly shorter than him. 

Blood dripped from the taller mans nose, his long pink hair a frailed nest of a long braid that fell, his ear was cut and it showed with the slow drip drop that fell from the cut. His clothes were rugged and messy, his crown perched on his head, looking lost and rusty almost.

The older had a stubble of a beard, his long hair, though it was short compared to the younger man in front of him, was covered by a green and white cap. His blue eyes stared in the purple ones of the pink haired man.

He had raised these kids, the blood of his other son. Wilbur, still fresh on his hands. He took these kids off of the streets and raised them as his own, took care of them each and everyday.

Where did he go so fucking wrong

Phil released Techs face and took the crossbow from him. Throwing it aside. “Blade...”

Techno stared blanky at him, his once lively and excited eyes were hallow and empty. Not a single piece of humanity left in them. His bottom fangs poked out from his mouth “Dad.” His voice was as monotone as ever but this time, it was different.

You think his voice was emotionless before? This was on a full new level.

 Phil grabbed him by his shoulders and shook him a bit “What were you thinking! Youre trying to kill a bunch of kids Dave!”

Blade didnt even react to the shaking, just stood there and let it happen before he spat a bit of blood out to the side, letting his head roll back to face his father “Im only doing what Will told me to.” Was all he said before he grabbed something and it plunged into the old mans chest, he watched as the older man coughed and spluttered on his own blood.

As his father fell to his knees, his eyes wide in horror with a sword stuck right in his chest. The sword crafted by his son. 

He fell to the ground when the piercing blade was removed. Coughing blood as it pooled from his body, like a never ending crying wallow, searching for a nice place to life.

Tech stood unfazed over the mans body before it went limp, he kneeld down and took his dads cap, kissing his head. “Im sorry father. But it mustve been done” He took the cap and rested it on the mans chest that was just as covered as the wound. 

He stared at the lifeless body before turning back to his job. He spawned 2 withers and took a seat. Watching them cause reck. Watching as Tubbo, Fundy, and Tommy were killed.

He listened to Sam’s screams for help.

He watched as Tommy struggled to keep him and Tubbo alive, ending up with them hugging before they were killed by the beast.

He let a smile take over his lips as he leaned back, holding his sword pointed down at his chest.

“All hail L’amberg, Will. I’ll be with you soon papa” He closed his eyes and plunged the blade into his own chest, his hands immensity tensing around the sword before it fell to the ground, blood pouring from the mans chest in the ruins of what used to be his home. 

[sporesgalaxy]

hey i was wondering, have you ever tried out dnd? idk it seems like to me with all the character creation and roleplaying it involves, it would b RIGHT up your alley

boy have I!!! Several times!!!!! I like roleplaying with my friends a lot, but DnD can actually be kind of difficult for me because of how many granular rules there are. I’ve had a much easier time playing FATE Core and Call of Cthulu, which have more….idk how to put it, generalized rulesets I guess? Anyways, yeah!

you didnt ask but just for funsies, here’s all the tabletop rpg characters Ive had and like, actually used for more than one session:

1. Boof

she’s large…she’s mildly confused……she was literally raised by wolves…..and that’s it baybey!!!! basically the first dnd character I ever made that wasnt 100% a joke

2. Osulf

Didnt really get to play this fella much but I’ll cherish him always. DnD again. My DM let me harness my Norse Mythology hyperfixation at the time, and he’s an Aasimar Paladin (..oath I think?? fjjdjf its been a long time) who’s dad is!! Heimdall!!!!!!! His mom is a super cool druid, and he was sent on a magical destiny quest by Yggdrasil, which embedded some bark in his jaw. He’s a big nerd and also a furry and he’s doing his best and I love him!!!!!

3. Fiske

“THE PERFECT RPG CHARACTER DOESNT EXI–”

(from our FATE core game) WHAT’S NOT TO LOVE ABOUT FISKE. BIZARRE SUPERNATURAL LUCK ABILITIES. IMPOSSIBLE TO KILL (PROFESSIONALLY DIAGNOSED). THE ABILITY TO MANIPULATE REFLECTIONS. BEING A FISH ORC. BEING AN ESPECIALLY RUNTY FISH ORC. HANGED MAN TAROT MOTIIF. HIS GENERAL AESTHETIC. THE FACT THAT HE IS IN DAVEKAT WITH HIS BOSS. TRAUMA. HES THE PERFECT OC.

4. Erwoh

(DnD, Barbarian(?), Earth Genassi) HIMBO SUPREME NEXT QUESTION

5. Darla

Call of Cthulu character. Her education is super low but she’s still smart as FUCK somehow and she’s THE ONLY MOTHERFUCKER IN THIS PARTY WITH A LIBRARY SKILL. She’s pretty good at coping with all this Unknowable Horror stuff but that doesn’t mean she likes it. I love her.

[minichedders]

lion and the lioness 0.1

mob!tom holland x reader

The Hollands controlled the South West of London, they where the most brutal and well-known mobster in London, they where dirty, and raised tot he top by cheating and killing; and your family, the Y/L/N, controlled the South East region, your father was easily just as strict and reprimanding as the Holland family, but our death toll was nothing compared to them.

Your father was a controlling and organised man, who adored both you and your older brother; however, he only taught your elder brother Noah all about the Mob business, and kept you completely in the dark, refusing to even keep you in the house when they had meetings. Of course, you couldn't blame him, you knew how dangerous it could be if you wound up in a bad situation, although your father had made you take up self-defence classes, he never let you carry a weapon.

Due to the money and lifestyle, you were used to lavish items; mostly clothes and decor, but occasionally a new car, makeup and jewellery. Your latest buy had been a dark red silk dress, complete with a low cut neck, thin straps and a loose gown bottom, with a not so modest thigh split; you had brought it for your fathers famous Gala that he hosted every summer, to celebrate his business trades and truces. It was your favourite event all year, mostly because daddy let you organise it. 

You had always had a keen eye for fashion, and decor was no exception- everything for this Gala had to be perfect, as you had a reputation to uphold. As you stepped back from the ballroom, your eyes scanned your handy work- pastel bouquets of flowers on each stand, white cloths and glitter lay beneath, strings of lights and white fabric hanging from the ceiling, complimenting the large chandelier in the middle of the large room, giving a pinkish glow to the atmosphere, making the centrepiece shine, an ice sculpture of the family heirloom, a Griffin, and the palace like staircase polished and lit up. The room looked like an extravagant array of posh white with a low hum of pastel pink, which was your signature go to. And towards the end of the ballroom was large french doors, with a few steps looking over the garden, which had also been lit up for the occasion, the pink rose archway glowing and the pool lights reflecting the entire patio, as well as the old fashioned lamposts that placed spotlights on the well-kept garden.

You loved this house and the garden, especially because your father let you decorate whichever room you wanted, keeping you busy with work and projects so you would interfere with the business; which you didnt mind, as it helped further your online portfolio and brought in new and rich clients for work. At this moment, Your father and brother walked in the tall doors, each of them coming to stand between you, looking over all your great work. Noah smiled and chuckled slightly, nudging your shoulder as the both of you giggled.

"so, what do you think, daddy?" you said, in your sweetest voice possible, you know he hated the colour pink, but you also knew he would do anything for his darling daughter.

"Beautiful darling, now go get ready, the guests will be arriving shortly," Your father responded, looking at you with pure admiration, you smiled and wrapped your arms around his waist, resting your head in his chest as he placed a light kiss to your forehead.

"Love you, dad," 

"Love you too princess," 

Not long after you had finished your look for the night, the first couple of groups arrived, and you stood at the top of the staircase, watching their reactions to the room, making you feel happy and giddy. After a while, Noah came up the stairs to the balcony area and standing next to you.

"You look beautiful Y/N, and so does the ballroom, well done," He said, landing a gentle kiss to your check. You both stood in silence, watching over your father as he went around the room, speaking to everyone with a bright smile on his face.

"You know he invited the Hollands right?" Noah said, despite his father specifically telling him not to mention the Hollands to you. You weren't surprised at the fact your father had invited them, daddy was always the peaceful kind, well, as far as crime families go, he always wanted to join forces and create a bigger team - even if he did find that the Hollands where radical insects.

"But whether they turn up or not is more important right?" You said, turning to face Noah, now watching him as his face hardened, and his fists whitened against the rail. Your own hand came up to his, holding them as you cuddled into his side, it wasn't very often that you and Noah had time together, considering you father always ran off with him and you have stuck alone in the house.

"Well, i think we got our answer right there," Noah mumbled, pulling away from you and walking down the stairs to meet his father, as they both created the three boys that walked through the large oak door. You stayed watching, as always, capturing the eyes of the middle man, who was swaggering into the room with his twin brothers beside him. they looked so powerful, so young and fearless, and as you continued to lock eyes with the man, you were reminded of all the horror stories you heard of them, making you shudder and turn away, trying to discreetly hide in the garden.

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moments had passed as you walked through the garden, staring up at the night sky, the large moon shining on you, and the cool breeze biting at your exposed skin. you ended up sitting around to the edge of the pool, weaving your hands around the small ripples, debating whether you should take your heels off and dip your feet in.

"Y/N!" Your thoughts were interpreted by your father, who stood with the same man you had stared so intently at by the French patio doors. Reluctantly, you stood, wiping your hands together to rid yourself of the added moisture.

Tom couldn't help but notice your single necklace that lay so delectably between your cleavage, nothing but a silver chain with a small dark blue stone. Its silver shone in the moonlight, and drew Tom eyes to your figure, examining it for all you had, noticing how the silk flowed around your legs as you walked, your heels clicking so loudly against the patio stone.

"Daddy," you said, reaching a hand to his shoulder and moving in to place a kiss on his cheek. You stood below them by one step, both of them having the advantage of cowering over you, making you feel small and vulnerable in the eyes of Tom.

"Angel, this is Tom Holland," Your father said, gesturing to the man beside him, holding a grudge in his tone as he did so. Toms face contorted to a smug, cocky grin that only grew as you brought your hand up to him to shake, and he took to place a gentle kiss, never once breaking eye contact.

"Yes well, come on Tom, there's plenty of other people for you to meet," Your father dragged, practically running away and finding someone to talk about and drink with. Tom managed to stay behind, still intently looking at you smirking. 

"Can i help you?" You snapped at him, growing tired of your shaking nerves; you wouldn't let him take control of you, not when he was in your own home.

"Woah princess, just being friendly is all'" He remarked, putting his hands up to surrender as you stepped up, now coming to meet his height equally, looking at him one last time before walking into the ballroom. 

Tom followed eagerly, watching your swaying figure make its way to the small dancefloor, where the band was playing soothing instrumental music. You were hoping to find one of your uncles or Noah to dance with, but you suddenly got swept away by Tom, whose hands stayed firmly put on your waist, no matter how much you fidget. You sighed in defeat, not wanting to upset father by causing a scene. The two of you both moved in sync to the music, and you tried to look anywhere but his eyes, but you could feel them boring into your soul.

"I had no idea you where this breathtaking," Tom whispered, moving closer towards you and tightening his grip. You now looked at him, in a moment of 'are you fucking serious', and scoffed at him, leading to him pressing his fingertips into your skin harshly, "don't be so disrespectful princess, i just gave you a compliment, now give me one," He smirked.

"Well, when i find you worthy of complimenting, you will be the first to know," You retorted, grabbing onto his hands and digging in your acrylic nails, marking his skin with crescent shapes as he winced slightly, losing his grip and allowing you to once again sneak away.

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[peterpumpkinparker]

Shatter Me- Peter Parker x Starks Daughter! Reader

After the death of your father by the hands of Thanos, you are more than determined to risk everything to get the life you had before the Snap

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Hey lovelies! I’m so sorry it’s been so long since a story-I’ve just been so busy and hecktic with life! But hopefully I’ll be able to post more with summer vacation ☺️

Genre: Angst

Warning: mild cussing, some mentions of depression (not much, just some actions/ symptoms describe depression)

AU: Infinity War (but instead of Peter dying, Stark does)

Word Count: 2300

Also-sorry if this has wierd spacing, the mobile app of Tumblr is NOT enjoyable to use when trying to post a fic

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“Almost got it,” you mumbled, your mind completely overtaken on the task at hand. Your hands were sore and raw from working with the rough metal, the wires scratching your fingers, but you didn't cared.You didn’t care that you hadn’t eaten since yesterday. You didn’t care that you hadn’t talked to your friends, or your boyfriend Peter, in a month. You didn't care that you felt empty inside. That you had no life after what happened. That almost everything you loved was gone. Just getting it all back was what mattered to you.

You worked tirelessly in your dad’s old workshop, the Iron Man suits and parts laid around like he had last left it. It was yours now- well, until you got him back. All of them back.

The metal arm you were working on was almost complete, the exoskeleton reflecting your tired face. The dark circles around your eyes made you turn away, hating the world for giving you this momentous pain that you had to fix. The remaining Avengers had told you countless times that if you ever needed help, that they were there for you, that if you needed anything all you had to do was give them a call and they would show up. But what you really needed was your father-nobody could give you that except the monster that took it away from you.

And you knew they wouldn't help you with your plan try to defeat Thanos- you knew it was suicide to go on your own to defeat him- but you had to to at least try.

You continued to tinker on, not noticing the worried boy in the doorway. Peter stared at your arched back, your exhausted face, and wondered how he was going to even talk to you. Even though you and Peter were dating, you haven't called or seen him in weeks, and he just thought that maybe you were dealing with stuff beyond his control. Everyone mourns differently, he was dealing with it himself, but- he didnt realize it was this bad when Cap called him in. Now as he looked at you, he felt like he was staring at stranger; the snarky, smiling girl he once knew was seemingly lost in the ocean of grief she was quietly drowning in.

He knocked on the glass door, leaning on his shoulder to make it seem he was relaxed, but the clench in his jaw said otherwise.

Your head shot up, annoyance first riddled in you- but instantly disappearing once you realized Peter was the one that broke your concentration.

You brushed your hair out of the way, realizing you haven't washed it in a while.

“Hey,” you greeted aloud, your voice crackling a little from not using it in a while.

“Hey,” Peter repeated back. An awkward silence filled the room as you fumbled to tie up your hair in a quick bun. “Mind if I sit?” he asked, wondering how long you had been in here.

You shrugged your shoulders, and tried avoiding his gaze by inspecting a little bolt next to you.

Peter pulled up a chair next to you. “How are you holding up?” he asked, his voice laced with concern.

You shrugged again. Saying too much would make him scared- too little would do the same thing. “Not amazing,” you sighed, “but nobody really is after what happened.”

Peter stared down at his hands. “That's true.”

Another awkward pause filled the air. You hated this. All of this. Everything was going great before- you and Peter had just started dating, and you guys had the best relationship ever. Stark was completely fine with it, even though he acted like he was super protective, you being his daughter. You guys were inseparable, always together, always able to tell each other anything and everything. Now, you couldn't even look at each other without feeling awkward, without feeling like you were back to Square 1. Everything just seemed so backward and messed up now, it was hard to wrap your head around fixing it. But you had to.

You turned away from Peter, putting in the last few bits and pieces into the metal arm. It was a crude weapon, built off of one of the unfinished inventions of your dad’s.

Peter began to look around the room, the awkwardness making him worry more. You used to be so bubbly and full of life, but now you had drawn into yourself, a shell of who you were. Peter didn't know how to bring you back out.

He looked around the workshop, noticing the disarray. There were objects everywhere, broken parts scattered on the floor, a makeshift bed in the corner, notes and paper strewn on different tables. He passed a desk, noticing the writing on the paper as yours. He picked it up, glancing up to see if you were watching. You were so intent in your thoughts, you didn't even notice Peter’s body leaving your side. He tentatively looked back at paper and at the words, the gibberious making him confused- all it talked about was about some weapon and the parts it needed. He turned the page, watching again to see if you were paying attention to him sneaking in your belongings before he looked. Once Peter finally looked down, he felt his heart sink- you had drafted up a replica of an Iron Man suit, with notes on the side for space travel. He looked at the notes in confusion, wondering why you would be go into space, until it hit him- your quiet moodiness, your concentration for building, your absence in any type of life outside you dad’s workshop. He realized you wanted revenge on your dad’s death.

He looked around, his heart beating frantically. Being Stark’s daughter, you were incredibly smart, so he didn't put it past you to make an Iron Man Suit, no less finish it in a month. He set down the paper as if it were a bomb about to ignite, and turned around, trying to see if you had finished the suit and left it somewhere. He had to see it for himself-he couldn’t believe that you would risk yourself so dangerously like this.

He began to walk again, looking for anything that resembled your drawing, until he came upon a tall object draped over with a brown tarp in a dimly light part of the workshop.

You looked up, the sound of Peter’s footsteps beginning to echo, which made your nerves tingle in annoyance. You loved Peter, you truly did, but right now, he was ruining valuable progress and wasting precious time. You watched him walk around the lab. You hoped that he didn’t realize what you were planning, and you lied to yourself that he didn’t. But deep down, you knew your deep connection with him was still there-he figured it all out before you even said a word.

You kept watching him, sadness turning into horror as you helplessly sat and watched as he raised a corner of the tarp-the tarp that hide your massive plan-and began to yell at him to stop. Instead, he ripped it off to reveal what you had been working on- a crude version of a Iron Man suit.

“Holy crap,” Peter breathed out in shock, his eyes wide as he looked at your guilty face.

He looked between you and the suit. “Did you…?” he asked hesitantly, pointing at it.

“I didn't exactly build it,” you said, answering his question sheeplessly. “They’re pieces of my Dad’s suits that he never really finished. I just pieced them together to make,” you raised your hand at your creation, “this.” Your hand came down, slapping your outer thigh,the sound ringing in the silence as Peter gawked and you sat back wearily,waiting for his reaction.

He swallowed, looking back at your creation. “So does it really work like an Iron Man suit?” He didn't want to ask you straight out your plans, because he didn't want you getting angry at him for snooping in your things. But leading you to saying it sounded a little better than being blunt at that moment.

“I dont know for sure,” you explained, your hands shaking, “but it should. I've learned enough from my dad just watching him make his suits. It took me forever though, and it's definitely not like his suits- its not as sturdy, but it should be okay if the power source is not tampered with. If thats broken,” you laughed sarcastically, “all hell breaks loose in it.”

“How do you know that?” he asked curiously, his arms folding in front of them stiffly.

“Well,” you smiled a little, “ I tried to readjust the router through the chest on time- thats were it at- and I got shot across the room like a rag doll.”

You two laughed, it being a little forced, but the air felt so strange that any type of dry humor was appreciated. You guys felt like total strangers, yet you knew each other’s secrets- Peter being a superhero, you at the moment, building a massively technological machine under cover for the past month.

But after the little bit of light heartedness it went back to tension and awkwardness.

Peter stuffed his hands into his pockets. “This is really- intuitive- and amazing y/n,” he smiled with concern, “but why?”

You sighed, dreading the question you knew he would ask. You looked down into your lap, rubbing the red mark on your thigh.

“My father died Peter. And almost everyone he knew, and I knew, are gone.Nobody has tried to do anything. Everyone's giving up. And nobody wants to try to fix this mess except me. So this is how I'm going to fix it”

Peter listened to you, scared at what you said. He was hoping that maybe this was a joke, that you werent really planning to go out and get revenge, but you were. Peter stared at you, trying to read your emotions. He had never seen you like this- so low yet so determined at the same time- and he was worried for you. terrified.

“What are you planning y/n?” he asked, his brown eyes boring into yours.

You looked back at your work table. “Nothing, Peter.”

‘Its doesnt look like nothing, though.”

“It's nothing.” you said with force, frustration spilling out.

“If you don't tell me y/n, Im going to tell the Avengers.”

“Like they care!” you spat angrily at him. “Like they ever cared! Ive been down here for God knows how long, trying to get back the life I had, trying to fix everything, and they havent done jack shit”

You knew everything you were saying was false and wrong. Natasha had been the one bringing you food and made you the make shift bed you sleep and eat in. Steve came to ask if you needed to talk every Friday without fail. Rhodey gave you the news that your father died, and gave Peoper and you his mask-and hugged you as you cried from the shock of losing your father. They did care and they were trying-it just felt good to yell at something, anything. You were angry that you didn’t have your father, and you were impatient for everything to be back as it was.

You shook your head, anger raditating off your body.

“Absolutely nothing! they haven't figured out a damn plan either. And if they had, they haven't let me in the loop.”

“Y/n their going to fix this,” Peter tried to reason.

“No. I'm going to fix this.”

Peter stared at you in disbelief, not really knowing you anymore. You were never this lost in your own head. He understood you were going through a lot of pain, but going after Thanos was usicide.

Peter stared at the contraption, contemplating what to do.

“Nobody has thought of a new plan,” you continued, “it's time for a change. Im sick of waking up every morning, and realizing everyone is gone. Im sick of waking up and feeling guilty- Like I couldve done something.”

“ I shouldve done something.” you said, almost saying it to yourself.

Peter felt empathy swarming his body. How could he tell you he felt the same way?

“But, y/n- you couldn't have done anything that day. None of us could- we all tried our best.”

“Really?” you countered angrily. “I did shit- I literally stayed home and watch my dad fly onto that weird spaceship. I watched you leave. Did I leave? No. You know why?

Tears began to brim in your eyes, your lids binking rapidly to hold them back.

“You know why?” you repeated, your tone getting smaller as your voice cracked, “because I was scared. You breathed out heavily, letting that new realization hit you like a ton of bricks. You didn’t want to admit this to yourself, but it was true to you. The day Thanos and his warriors came, you stayed back. The one time your dad yelled at you to stay back, you listened. You never listened to your dad-you always were the first to fly in and help save the day. But the one time your dad truly needed you, the one time the whole universe needed help, you didn’t do that. Seeing those aliens and that ships freaked you out- you were terrified you’d actually lose your life that time. And because of that, you didn’t die-but your dad was gone. You worked tirelessly every day to keep that evil secret away from your mind because it was too hard to come face to face with-now you had to work to fix that fatal mistake.

“I was scared because I had no idea what to do. I wanted to help, but I was too selfish about my own safety. I could have grabbed one of my Dads suits. I couldve flew up there with you guys. I could've helped. But I didn't.”

You looked up shaking your head, your lips pursed as you tred to will your body to hold back the tears.

Peter walked to you, his arms open and welcoming, but his expression full of pain. Every day he felt the same pain- that he could’ve done something more to save everyone he loved. It was the worst pain he ever felt in his life- it ate his insides, anytime it was quiet, anytime he allowed himself to relax; that guilt and sorrow and hate for his actions at that time ate his insides until he felt like screaming. Some days were better than others, and he'd been learning to cope with it. But he just never realized you were dealing with the same thing. And so much of it.

You looked at Peter, your lips quivering as a single tear spilled onto your cheeks. You looked down at your hands, terrified that talking more to Peter would make you break down. You had broken down so much in the last month that you thought that one more would destroy you.

Peter knelt down, eye level to you, sweeping the hair out of your face that was curtaining off your tear stained cheeks.

“Its okay, y/n,” peter said softly, “Youre okay.”

You looked up, your eyes full of pain. You shook your head, chuckling sarcastically as your smile quivered.

“Im not,” you whispered out of your throat, your voice tight with the effort of keeping yourself together. To not cry. To not show that life was really messing you up right now.

Peter wrapped his arms around you, the purity of the embrace and the warmth of his body making your shoulders shudder harder, your hiccups louder, your heart hurt more and less at the same time as you wrapped your arms around him. The waves of tears wracked your body,one after aother, the pain making you hurt. You grabbed the back of his shirt, the fabric balled up into your fist as you let all your emotions leave your body.

‘Its okay y/n,” Peter whispered, his voice low and soothing, “eveyrthing’s going to be okay. I know you wont believe me right now, but- youre going to be okay.”

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[beckcorrigan]

‹ HARRY STYLES, HE/HIM, CIS MALE, BISEXUAL. ›  beckett ‘beck’ corrigan is the twenty-four year old from nottingham, england ( now lives in new york city ). when a friend asked them what they thought of the manor they said,  ❝ ARE YOU SURE THIS IS A GOOD IDEA? ❞ they claim midsommar is their favorite scary movie, and if they were to die in a horror film they would bumping and tripping into the killer. their fears include fire, breaking bones and blood, and they don’t know we know, but… his parents died when their house caught fire, him and his brother got out but they didn’t. hope they enjoy their stay. ‹  MUSE D from COME HANG OUT ›

what’s up my names emily, and tell your boyfriend that if he says he’s got beef that i’m a vegetarian and i aint fucking scared of him!!

okay this is beckett lawrence corrigan ( nee king )

he only goes by beck though, if you call him beckett he will snap its like the one thing that makes him actually mad ( and literally nothing makes him mad ) 

he was born & raised in nottingham, england

his dad was a history professor named calvin king, his mums name was rose king she  was a writer that went by an alias to remain unknown

he had an older brother named abraham aka abe who is 4 years older than him

they were a good family, they were close and just lived happily

beck was always unbelievably shy, he kept to himself and was a total mama’s boy

when he was 15 his parents died in a house fire during the middle of the night, the boys got out but their parents couldn’t

it really kept beck back, he was scared of everything and everyone and it really just added to his shyness

when he got out of the house he had to jump out of a second story window and fell onto his hands where he broke both wrists and numerous fingers

he was always doodling, never really stopped – he loved all forms of art, loved galleries and reading about art it was and has always been a passion of his so breaking both wrists was really bad

it took him around two months before he picked up a pencil, paintbrush and charcoal but he fell back into his art 

beck didnt really talk to anyone after his parents died, and if he did it was only to abe. no one in school, no one at shops -- he just wouldn’t talk 

abe was really worried about beck for a long time but never pushed him into anything 

at eighteen two major things happened in beck’s life -- he entered university for art, and he met eoin corrigan

he met eoin while he was out with some friends from school, he honestly hadn’t even wanted to go but for some reason he felt like he had too

and clearly eoin had been the reason -- because seeing him their was instant, it was falling in love completely and fully without even saying a word ( though he knew love didn’t actually work that way ) 

he spent the night talking to eoin -- something he’d never done with anyone since his parents died 

during the year that eoin stayed in london beck became more and more himself, and for a lot of it he considered not finishing school and instead travelling with eoin 

but he wanted to get his degree, wanted to have so much more with art and it had always been his dream -- he thought that they’d be strong enough to stand through the distance 

at 23 he’d been graduated for two years and working as an animator -- selling some art pieces on the side as when eoin proposed

of course beck said yes, and they eloped -- he never wanted a big fancy wedding anyways

after they eloped they moved to new york!!

generally speaking, beck is still incredibly shy. it takes him time to warm up to people, and he’s not exactly chatty. he talks more than he used to but, he’s never going to be the first to start a conversation

for the subplot he came because his husband asked him and that was it

i’m not great at plotting connections, generally i like chemistry but i’m open to discussing things!!

[fuckblizzardbearlover]

So obviously alot of people (wrongly) didnt like Woody’s decision in Toy Story 4 and i’m here to tell you why you are wrong (and maybe why you should feel bad about it)

TS4 Spoilers, obviously

With the story being about toys its likely alot of us missed out on the major theme of the genre, which really only came to me recently.

Yes they are cute movies about toys with puns and gag humor.

alot of people try to play up the existential horror of being a toy, whos existence is at the whim of giants who will destroy you themselves or throw you away , blah blah blah.

But really the whole thing is a giant metaphor. its like a Black Mirror/Twilight Zone episode where the concept is “What if adults entire lives revolved around their kids”

See, the toys exist because of kids, are brought into their lives, get fulfillment out of helping the kids grow up and be happy, and while often fearing losing their kids overall accept the inevitability.

lots of people have tried to do some weird fanfictiony thing regarding woody and andy. especially with the heavy implication that Woody was inherited from his father. But i’m here to say Woody is Andy’s father.

No not his biological father, he’s not the reincarnated soul of his father. I’m saying within the confines of this story and metaphore he is Andy’s father. his step father, his father figure. Its, within canon BECAUSE he is an heirloom FROM his father that he’s so attatched to the Woody Doll.

Because each toy has their role. RC is Andy’s first car, Ham and Potatoe head are like Andy’s uncles. Bo Peep his Woody’s girlfiend.

See its cus of this relationship that Woody’s role is so important. What are fathers for? inspiring you. Playing games with you. being heroic. Being kind. protecting others. even falling in love. Andy doesnt have a father and for the sake of the story his mother is barely shown. He gets his fulfillment and plays with the values of heroism, emotion, and becoming a good person through his toys like so many kids. And woody is there to teach him, love him, be there for him and be someone to look up to.

but because of the Black mirrorness, his step dad (woody) and uncles and aunts and all that are objects , that while they exist outside of his perview, dont exist to HIM. To any of the kids in this world. Thats how parents and adults are to kids in the real world...only more literal. Kids dont think about their teachers outside of school. have a hard time comprehending the billions of adults doing things like having lives, working jobs, speaking other languages and doing adult things across the world. Even their own parents are easily forgotten until the kid has been away for awhile, or needs the parent the do somehting or comfort them. Thats JUST like these toys. kids are inspired by and love their toys but are easily distracted, or like with many kids and their parents, grow to dislike playing with those toys/adults. And similarly the toys and adults do have their OWN lives , thats both a good and bad thing. When not being played with the toys still exist and have lives of their own. but ultimately their lives REVOLVE around a kid.

So imagine in real life in Adults werent allowed to move (far), to travel, without their kids. That they COULD but they had to return to their positions by the time the kids got back. The thing you might have been wondering is that ALL the toys cant be parents but they arent they are adults. Look at all of andy’s toys there are some he never plays with and others he barely does. So like...Bo Peep being a toy he only plays with when he needs  a damsel in distress is like him going to his step dad’s girlfriend when he needs advice about girls or buying a gift for one. Ham is the weird nerdy uncle that only exists when you need to ask em weird facts on messenger or borrow money from.

So imagine in this black mirror world if like...the barista didnt make coffee all day, have breaks and made money. If they had to stay in their uniform in the coffee shop all day doing nothing but playing solitair and waiting for a kid to show up so they could play their small part.

And of course the major issue in toy story is the growing up and losing your kids.

In toy story 1 Woody gets upset when another step dad comes into Andy’s life. maybe metaphorical for his mom’s new boyfriend. like many kids ANdy is smitten by having the cool new dad who has lasers and takes him to put put and Pizza planet. Andy loved going to the ranche and horseback riding with Woody but all this NEW stuff is Amazing!. And like many adults Woody was sidelined for the new shiny stuff. If you live for your kids it can be heartbreaking when a new friend or hobby or adult comes into their life and they dont have time for you anymore. Heck every sitcome has like 5 episodes dedicated to the adults getting used to the idea that with growing up the kids dont have time for them anymore. And woody grows to accept the new adult in Andy’s life because him being an asshole about it made it so he almost LOST andy completely. Imagine a movie or sitcom where andy’s dad and his mom’s new boyfriend keep bickering and then the wife tells them if they cant stop yelling at each other in front of andy that neither of them can see him. (andy moving away)

In toy story 2 they are dealing with andy growing up. He’s grown out of most of his toys. just like how kids who are preteen spend most of their time with their family. going to friends house, playing with cousins, that as they grow older they dont want to go on 6 hour car rides to see grandma anymore. they arent interested in playing leggos with toddlers, or grow to dislike cousins. So andy’s likes and dislikes have shifted and he only has some of his favorite toys now, just like how a teenager will often be less involved with their parents, lose some friends, gain others and might interact less with extended relatives.

And then fearing losing andy himself, woody risks himself to keep another relative from losing andy. and he ends up in a new world, playing with the concept of moving on from his kid. See Jessie has already gone through this. Her kid grew into a teenager and like many mothers, was promptly forgotten about. her mom (jessie)  wasnt even embarrassing, she just wasnt on her radar, she was talking with friends, doing makeup , doing extra curriculars. She didnt have time for jessie and when she finally found her, immediately put her away. She’d grown up and her ‘mom’ wasnt in her life anymore, she still had the good memories, but sadly Jessie realized that all that time she waited for her daughter to come back to her so they could bond again, that her kid lost interest in ever being her friend a LONG time ago.

And woody saw that as his future. So when the entire reason you are alive is to help your kid, what do you do when your kid isnt gone, because they dont want you anymore? thats the problem he had to face. And the movie focuses on this. on extra bonus material we see the Prospector was happy now that he finally had his first kid, Woody talks to buzz not about NEVER losing andy, but that its STILL GOING TO HAPPEN. but its WORTH IT. THats just like what so many parents say. That its hard dealing wiht kids that are stressful and take up money and eventually they rebel and you lose them for the most part. but its WORTH IT to see them grow up and become amazing people.

And thats part of Toy Story 3. Andy’s all grown up and since parents/toys only exist for kids to play with then there is no reason for them. their lives are unfullfulling and pointless but they dredge on none the less because thought heir lives are dedicated to kids they dont immediately disappear when they dont have them. though its implied they do eventually fade away.

but some of these toys find an alternative. such a preschool. infinite kids forever. the connection isnt as strong but its something. just like adults who babysit or become teachers or caretakers. In this Bonnie is Woody’s and other toys second chance. their second child. the “we arent that old, maybe we can have another one?” and So they try again.

however, Toy story 4

in this extended metaphor kids dont NEED their parents/toys. the story doestn focus on real life for people. its just assumed that kids are taken care of , that they have food and a place to live. So its actually the ‘adults whos ENTIRE EXISTENCE revolves around being loved by a child” allegory that is at risk here

And see. in real life you have to accept like woody and andy that eventually even your most beloved kid will outgrow you. You have to accept like jessie that even before they grow up a child you love will no longer need you as much as you feel for them. That while you are important to a child if you get deployed, if you have to move away , if you are just at work all the time your child is home you can end up being ‘repalced’ by someone IN their lives.

 and Woody...thats whats happened to him. He’s there for Bonnie, bonnie cares about him but hes not her favorite toy. shes got this HUGE extended family and she gets enough love from her parents and her surogate parents (like dollie) and Woody is just one of dozens of ‘relatives” that help her out.

and So this LAST movie is about him finally learning that though loving a child is precious. that trying again is admirable. that when you love a child its about the CHILD not you, and that you WILL get hurt, but its WORTH IT. “this is what its all about” that helping create and nurture this kid is worth any heartbreak, of the kid outgrowing you, even the kid forgetting you.

BUT That its a choice and you can and SHOULD at some point CHOOSE to LIVE FOR YOURSELF. Woody has presumably spent all of Andy’s dad’s childhood, all of Andy’s childhood and a few years with Bonnie, raising kids, inspiring them. he’s existed for like 50 years. and He wouldnt trade those memories for the world. but He cant get that back. he cant relive the past. Its the past.

and so he decided to do what all parents should do, move on and find a fulfilling life for HIMSELF.

YOU DESERVE A HAPPY LIFE FOR YOURSELF.

and thats why it pisses me off that people are like “woody would never leave bonnie”

raising kids is great but you cant have a LIFE if you live only for that. You have to be your own person and EVENTUALLY even if you decide to dedicate your life to kids, EVENTUALLY you have to live for yourself