#horror at the planetarium

[im-totally-not-an-alien-2]

Halloween prompts year 2 day 24

Phantom is just chilling in Gotham at night. It had been a few years since he realized he wasn't aging and was stuck at 14 forever, thus having to find a solution to the whole portal problem once and for all. After explaining his situation Pandora made quick work of it for him as a repayment for his previous help and sent him off into the zone.

Danny floated into a closed museum and sat on the top of the large Saturn model, leave it to him to find a space museum staring out at the exhibits and enjoying the peace and quiet. He removed himself from the visable spectrum once he felt someone approaching the building. Odd, he thought, there shouldn't be anything here that Catwoman would want to steal.

To his surprise it wasn't Catwoman who appeared. It was one of the bats. Phantom realized he must have tripped a silent alarm.

As he watched one of the bats slowly crept throught the museum, keeping to the shadows, he came up with an idea.

He quickly overshadowed one of the machines and powered it on, making it play the creepiest possible remix of the music it was supposed to play. The bat looked wary but didn't flee and Danny made it his personal mission to made this bat screech.

He failed of course. He had trapped the bat in here and done every horror story/creepy pasta plot he could think of and nothing worked.

More importantly the bat is making space puns and talking nerdy about space facts as he fights the machine constructs phantom had made

Danny decided that if the bat lasted till dawn then he would give them a major magical gift.

And maybe ask if Nightwing wants a sidekick

[jeezlouiseoncheese]

“which entity do you fear the most” this and “what fear would you be an avatar for” that, let’s ask the real question:

what avatar would you be— not what one you’d choose, because we all know you don’t really get to choose (most of the time, at least). what fear would chase you, which would you find in your everyday life?

is there something that could drive you mad enough to fall to the Spiral? is there a crevice somewhere nearby that houses the many crawling creatures of filth that may burrow into you, or be turned to rotten pulp ‘neath your feet? do you fly planes enough to chance an counter with the Vast outside your tiny little aircraft window? do you live in the perfect climate for fields of grass to quickly turn to kindling?

think about it. come to terms with the horrors that lurk all around you.

[pixiestudiesstuff]

Happy Halloween 🎃

Since I don’t have any uni work to do I decided to travel a bit today. Sitting by the water just enjoying doing nothing.

I went to the planetarium since there’s gonna be an Edgar Allan Poe reading for halloween. We’re looking up at the stars while listening to horror stories, i loved it so much.🥰

[britcision]

Okay so I fucking adore “Jason feels peace around Danny as the pit shuts the fuck up”

Now give me the slow burn

Just two lads trying to help but keeping it as not-weird as possible

Weekly coffee dates where Danny and Jason just… go somewhere

Read in the park

See a movie

Hang out behind a mall doing kick flips, whatever

Danny doesn’t wanna take advantage of the warm fuzzies Jason gets around him cuz they’re not personal, this is just…

A weirdly fast friendship speedrun

Someone who finally, fully gets him, and yeah, maybe just getting to be himself feels pretty fucking good to Danny too

Jason doesn’t want to impose any more than he surely already is, this is the Ghost King, taking time out of his schedule just to hang out with him so he can have some self control

He’s always and only a burden, Danny’s clearly just being cool cuz he’s the only King Jason’s met who actually fucking cares

He’d do the same for anyone

And so Jason tries to make sure they’re always doing something convenient/easy for Danny, something Danny likes to do

And Danny’s Physically Allergic to asking for anything or telling people things he wants or needs, so this requires Jason’s full detective abilities

And Tim’s but shut the fuck up no one will ever no Jason caved and asked for help

So when Jason sets up their next weekly sesh and takes Danny to the planetarium (maybe he was scared to ask first, maybe he was prepared to wimp out, it’s a surprise stfu)

And sees Danny’s whole face just light up

And they go inside, and Danny’s glowing in human form, bouncing from one place to another, gushing about everything

Jason knows he’s even gonna accept a favour from B to get the whole place to themselves for an overnight viewing

Cuz all he can feel isn’t just the soothing calm of the pit being silent, isn’t just the satisfaction of a job well done

He can feel the joy, the excitement, the radiant enthusiasm pouring off of Danny as if it were his own (and maybe something soft and small and fond that’s truly his)

And Danny

Danny’s a competitive little bitch

If we’re playing “Find Each Others’ Secret Hobbies” he’s got the god of software and his lesser subject Technus both on the line

(Technus stays Tucker’s subject instead of Danny’s until he can hack the PDA, it was a dare)

So he brings Jason out of Gotham for the first time (maybe through the zone, it’s fast travel either way) and they do Shakespeare in the Park

And Jason knows exactly what Danny’s doing (the bastard, this is supposed to be how Jason thanks him for this clearly super annoying favour) but he’s

He’s not had the chance to be soft in so long

To be the literature nerd he’s never left behind

It takes literal years for them to realize they’ve been competitively dating each other and everyone else is absolutely betting on when they will finally kiss

Danny moves in and Jason makes a joke about “well I guess we won’t need our weekly hang sesh” and Danny stares him dead in the eye, full Eldritch Horror

“Does that mean I win?”

So nah Date Night is permanent and eternal and every fucking rogue in Gotham knows to hold it sacred

[puppys-tiny-space]

☕Different types of caregiver archetypes pt.1☕

🩹these are just some silly little concepts to enjoy, see yourself in or get more of an idea what kind of cg you are. You don't need to fit into any category to be valid as a carer.🩹

🍪cozy carer🍪

Comfy sweaters, yummy drinks and fluffy blankets. These types of carers are all cozy and soft, they probably love fall, chill music and Halloween! They tend to be sleepy and might even be a bit of a stoner. They most likely love to read and are creative in at least one medium. They migth even like to cook/bake. They probably won't be strict with their kiddos and use gentle parenting styles. Cozy movie evenings, long walks and baking dates are this cg's favorite and they love to surprise their kid with them.

🖍️artsy carer🖍️

These types of carers love crafting and painting with their kids. They are probably either very extroverted or really introverted and quiet. They tend to spoil their kid with art supplies and organize cute activity dates like painting together or making clothes for each other. They most likely have a folder full of their kids projects and treasure them like nothing else. Gifts for their kid are almost always homemade and they probably made them at least one paci. Pottery painting and museum dates are this cg's specialty and they love to plan them with their kid.

🍃stoner carer🍃

A chill type of carer that's all about self care. They probably smoke to help themselves regulate but never in front of their kid (unless they too use it to help them regress). If their kid also likes to smoke they probably teach them all about different strands of buds and most likely make them and their bub matching vapes or similar. This type of carer is probably very gentle to their kid and loves to make yummy snacks for them and their tiny. They probably have a huge collection of music and comfy clothes that they love to share with their bab. Nature walks, cooking and smokie dates are a go to for this carer.

🎃spooky carer🎃

This carer probably loves Halloween, alternative music and clothes and anything horror related. They probably love to prepare for Halloween with their kid, watch nightmare before Christmas and Wendell and wild. They probably love horror movies but if their kid wants to watch them together they always put their hand before kids eyes if it's too bloody and keep checking in to make sure their bab is okay while cuddling them. They probably love doing them and their kids makeup and like to play dress up together while listening to cool music on vinyl with their kiddo. Pumpkin patch and trick or treating dates are a must with this cg.

👑royal carer👑

This type of carer loves playing pretend with their kid and probably calls them their little prince/princess/royalty. They most likely love to have tea parties with their kiddo and stuffies and bought them and their kiddo at least one tiara/crown. They probably love to go on fun dates to museums, castles and botanical gardens to play fun games in. This type of carer tends to love history and teach their kid all about it. They probably also enjoy DND and/or larping and introduced their kid to it, or the other way around. They probably love to prepare for events together and make matching costumes.

🚀space carer🚀

This type of carer probably loves stars and space crafts, they are probably more introverted and quiet but open up once they get to talk about their passions. They love teaching their bub about space and to watch old sci-fi movies together. Star gazing and planetarium dates are a must do date with their tiny one. When it comes to their kid they are probably very caring and attentive, this type of carer probably loves to help their kid learn to regulate their emotions, especially with counting the names of stars.

🎮gamer carer🎮

This type of carer probably loves to game with their kid and enjoys introducing their bub to all sorts of new games and gadgets. They probably have a comfy place with blankets, a sitting pillow and plushies set up for their kid to hang out in while they game, maybe even under their gaming table. They probably play all sorts of multiplayer games with their kid, like Minecraft, it takes two or unravel. They migth call their tiny something like their player two. When it comes to pacis they most likely love to get their kid some themed around games they both enjoy and might even get a matching phone case or similar. This carer probably has the release of the bluey video game marked in their calendar. When it comes to dates they probably enjoy quiet game nights, trips to conventions or similar.

🩺disabled carer🩺

This carer will need more understanding at times and even when their disabilities stop them from doing certain things they will always do their best for their kid. This carer probably let their kid decorate their disabilities aids like a cane, headphones, their wheelchair or communication cards. They and their kid love planning activities together, making plans on how to deal with flare ups and similar when outside, researching whether the place they want to go to is accessible and planning what food to take along. This carer will always be understanding towards their tiny's struggles and be gentle with their parenting.

🌱nature carer🌱

This type of cg probably has a ton of plants and gives all of them their own names. They love to garden and teach their kid all about it while doing something good for the environment. They most likely love to dress in a cottagecore sort of style and enjoy collecting crystals and plushies. They like taking their kiddo to walks in the forests trips to the plant store and the botanical garden. They enjoy teaching their kid how to make flower crowns, bark boats and how to recycle things into fun clothes and trinkets. For nicknames they probably enjoy to call their baby things like bug, critter, little flower etc.

⚔️nerdy carer⚔️

Board games, magic the gathering, dnd, larping and renaissance fairs bring joy to this carer. They love telling their tiny about their latest interests to teach them all about it. Mini painting, dnd session and costume crafting dates are some of their favorite occasions, aside from conventions, late events and fairs of course. Their kid and them probably love to learn rules for games together, co-dm campaignes and maybe even come up with their own playing system. They probably love making pacis for their kid to match their newest costumes and hyper fixations. They might be neurodivergent and their kid as well. As a cg their parenting style is all based on letting their kid make their own experiences, supporting them in their creativity and helping them learn to regulate their emotions

🐾puppy carer🐾

This carer enjoys running and playing rough with their kid. They are probably very hyper and kind hearted and love being outside. They are a pretty chill carer who wants to be their bubs best friend. This carer loves physical affection and cuddles with their tiny critter. They carry teethers on themselves at all times, both for their kid and them. This carer probably makes or buys collars and ears to match with their kid. Park, walk and any active dates are most likely this cg's favorite.

Dad joke of the day: why can't you hear a psychiatrist using the bathroom? Because the P is silent.

[miguelhugger2099]

You Know Where to Find Me

Summary: Miguel is from another planet, fascinated by the stars and nothing else. On Earth, he learns the water might be interesting. A/N: this is so niche i can't find any alien miguel fanart Alien!Miguel x Mermaid!Reader, Fluff, No Warnings

Humanity loved space, so much so they spent trillions just to find other living sentient creatures just like them. After generations and some centuries, Humanity had managed contact with aliens!

Quickly, and by the grace of the universe, humans and aliens had begun to coexist. It was often that humans would visit the aliens home and aliens to visit Earth. 

Miguel wanted to visit Earth. He loved space as well. A little alien mind that adored the stars and always felt that he was meant for greater things. It’s not that he didn’t love his home planet, but he couldn’t wait to learn and even live with other aliens!

So when he arrived, he did everything he could to learn about Earths space program. Another highlight was that his planets astronomy was still a few centuries behind, so going to Earth was the best choice—and the only one. 

Miguel had gotten along with everyone—his bright mind and leadership skills made everyone admire him! His curiosity knew no bounds! In fact, he grew fond of teaching others about space. So in his spare time, he’d work at a planetarium in Nueva York—one of the only cities in the world that held the largest building that was dedicated to the study of space. 

Despite his unusual appearance, small antennas on the crown of his head and no pupils—his eyes shaded a soft red— his people looked “human enough” for them to be integrated into human society without any problems. He supposed he got lucky—he didn’t like to think of how humanity might’ve reacted to something stranger. Luckily his sharp ears could be hidden behind his curls and his little lisp from his fangs was deemed cute to others—which he’s on the fence about.

He had heard of a new exhibit opening up after a certain discovery humans found within the Earths ocean. Miguel had basically tuned out whatever his colleagues chatted about, especially if it had nothing to do with whatever he was interested in.

However, to his horror, when he passed by the new exhibit during its construction he had found a human body in the tank of water. He hurried out to find security or to call an ambulance—something—to help the poor soul that had fallen underwater. If he knew anything about humans, it’s that they couldn’t breath underwater!

A colleague had seen Miguel’s frantic behavior while shaking a security officer to call for help. The sight was amusing since Miguel was taller than the average human man.

His vacant red eyes found hers. “Jess!” Jessica walked up to them with worry. 

“What’s going on?” 

Miguel breathed in deeply. “There’s—there’s a human! In—in the—they fell!”

“Fell where?” She asked, her tone becoming serious. 

“By the new exhibit! I don’t know how they got there but they fell—I think—and they had their eyes closed!”

Jess became more alert. Civilians weren’t allowed in that section yet and the construction guys weren’t stupid enough to not be able to swim out of a tank.

“Show me.”

Jessica had a bit of a hard time keeping up with Miguel, his long legs taking giant strides while his antennas curled and his ears turned downwards.

Miguel shows her the tank. “Here!”

Inside was definitely what seemed like a human woman passed out in the water. But Jess instead sighed in relief. She places her hand on her chest and laughs which makes Miguel’s antennas curl even more, making it look like a rams horns and his skin turns pinkish. 

“What?” 

Jess giggles after calming down. She taps the glass with her knuckle and falls out your name.

The ‘human’ inside was actually you. Your eyes opened and you give Jess a pointed look. You swam up to the top of the tank which gives Miguel a better look at the tail that was hidden behind a giant sheet of cloth. 

You popped up at the top and leaned on the railing with a glare at Jessica. “I told you not to tap the glass!”

Jessica gives you a grin. “Sorry. One of us thought you were a human drowning so I just wanted to show him that was not that case and to pay attention more to our meetings.”

Miguel’s skin turns a darker shade of red, his antennas uncurling and flops in front of his forehead. Your eyes meet his and he feels the embarrassment running through him.

Not only had he embarrassed himself during his job—but in front of something pretty like you. He glanced between your eyes and your tail, gulping down his nerves and placing his hands behind his back. 

“Sorry.” He mumbled out.

“Miguel, this is our first volunteer for our new exhibition. Since the discovery of mermaids and mermen, this gal,” She places a hand on the glass with a mention of your name. “…is now a part of introducing humanity to the wonders of the sea.”

“I’m a party animal.” You tell Miguel, resting your cheek on your arm with a smile. 

“She’s joking.” Jessica says but he can only stare at you, engraving your smile in his memory. 

“Now that we know a human isn’t drowning, can you go back to work?” Jessica pats his shoulder as he makes her exit. Miguel turns to see her leave and looks back to see you still staring at him.

“You’re not human.” You observe. 

“I’m not.” Miguel clears his throat and approaches your tank slowly. “I’m from Retha. A neighboring planet a couple light years away.”

You him in thought, pretending to know what light years are.

“Didn’t expect to see another alien here.” You splash your tail, a few droplets hitting the ground. 

Miguel tilts his head, one antenna following him. “Alien? But aren’t you from Earth? Just…in the sea?”

You shrug, hanging your arm out. “I’m in a tank, aren’t I? I’ll never be considered like the humans.”

Miguel watches your dive back in the water to rehydrate yourself before popping back up. 

“Miguel. My name is Miguel.” He says, placing a hand on the tank and looking up at you. You smile and dive back in the tank so you can be face to face. You place your hand on the tank where his hand was at. He knows your name, you don’t need to repeat it.

You watch as he turns his head, a soft muffle of talking and you assume he’s heading back to work. He gives you another glance and you puff out a small bubble of air to make a heart in the water and waving him goodbye. His cheeks flush red and he nods, turning away and leaving.

He feels interested in learning about the water this time around. His curiosity knows no bounds.

[heartfullofleeches]

Hey did you ever end up posting that yandere plants one with the bee reader and I missied it?? Was looking forward to that one

(I have not. A drable for you, chief)

The queen has requested another harvest.

What impeccable timing.

Climbing from rubble and frayed vines, vegetation and ash falls from your hair and shoulders. Extra care is put into your wings as you brush them off for the flight ahead. Held by a loose spine, you blow the decades of dust off your new find - kicking spray particles into the air. Through water eyes you read the books cover - fuzzy tension building at the base of your nose.

It's another picture book.

They're going to love this one-

"Ahh... Achoo!... 'Cuse me."

Apologizing to the thin air around you, you unhook the fine straps of your satchel and toss the book inside. You turn your gaze to the hole in the ceiling as your wings flutter, feet kick-starting your ascent as you rise. The mellowed glow of the fog casted sun greets you first as you exit; a jungle of greenery and constructs waiting the earth below and as far as the eye could see. You climb up onto the ledge of the building and leap off into a nose dive for the ground - wings swooping into mobility before your body hits the trees. Flying lose did have its risks, but nothing beats the floral air in your hair when heading home - reminding you of those counting on your return.

Scouting the known galaxy for resources, your crew landed on this planet in a time you no longer recall accurately. Overtaken by plants of all variety, it seemed like the perfect harvest - until it wasn't. As unaccounted cargo, you were sparred the horrors they faced at the hands of the planet's few remaining natives. Asleep during the bloodbath you woke crowd by the new inhabitants of this land - sentient creatures grown from rich soil and crimes against anatomy.

Their creators feared what they had created and went to war destroying what they had birthed with their own hands - wiped out in the end by their superior strengths and numbers. Despite this carnage, they were a peaceful race and tried to rescue your crew, but failed. Finding your journals tucked into your sleeping arms they enlisted your aid as a florist in the upkeep of what remains of their home in exchange for their pollen and a roof over your head.

Base in sight, you speed through the thick fog in your descent to its open doors. A planetarium with an open ceiling has come your home in this time. You missed your comfy bed, but a hammock under the stars surrounded by those you now held dear was just as nice. You enter the building, breath fleeing as your snatched from behind. Not a step through the door and you're suspended in the air at the waist by hanging vines.

"And just where have you been, my sneaky little pest?"

Thorn-like claws grace your cheek, curving up to the crown of your head where they cautiously prod at your sensitive antennae. Amused, they chitter in delight as you struggle in your blinds - most likely held by another member of the collective. Beyond the palms of their woven hands, this one was covered near entirely in stained prickles. Violet petals spiked from the upper half of their hair and draped over their mocking grin

"You know you aren't allowed to leave without a guide. What ever would we do if our heart was taken by those savages, hm? I think a punishment is in order, don't you?"

"Seems so if they can't obey simple rules. With that lovely picture on knot tying they brought us the other day, I'm sure we can get up to lots of fun before the others figure out where we are."

Lowered closer to the floor, strong arms embrace you from behind and lead your head against their chest. Small, hanging buds sprouted up the lengths of their arms mark their class - their reddish yellow hue staking their typing. Cooing ever so cloyingly sweet in your ear, it rubs the humanoid half of its face against your cheek.

"You were scheduled to start the day with us. Don't you love us anymore? We may not be as approachable at the others, but we adore you all the same."

You swallow hard, trapped between a wall and thorns. "Thistle.... Honeysuckle.. but I can never find you two."

"But we're always watching. Can't let you get into trouble. Or pick a favorite. If you accept us as your guards for the rest of the week maybe we'll let you go. If not...."

The vines tighten around your hips - released almost instantly as they're snipped by an unseen party. You stumble forward, caught and picked up by another pair of arms.

"What have I told you two about picking on them? One more time and I'm sending you both to the greenhouse.... Are you alright, darling?"

Bright as the golden sun, their petals almost blind you as you look up. The leader, and the first floral creature you met - Marigold was your sworn protector even from those with you in their care. A strict, yet understanding calm to the storm life in the compound was. As they set you down, Thistle scoffs.

"Always the spotlight stealer. Would you keep it down before the others realized they've returned?"

It's a bit too late for that.

"Y/n? Y/n back?!"

"Oh, I was so worried I fear I may start wilting!"

"Y/n, Y/n! We have a ripe patch of peaches for you!"

From the shadows of the trees and handmade structures comes the entire horde. They push through each other getting to you and overwork your brain with their chatter. Over a dozen bodies crowded around your lone figure. Through the sea, the shortest of them swims through the crowd and manages their way up to you - head centered at your navel. Head cocked, they seem to be staring to your lips.

"Cuckoo? Is everything alright?"

They smile. Grabbing your shirt, you're bent forward into an open mouth kiss. All the commotion ceases immediately as a wave of surprises washes over them all. Patting the walls of your cheeks their segmented tongue, Cuckoo only pulls away when they're torn from you. Lifting the smaller flower by its shoulders, Thistle clenches their teeth tight.

"What on earth was that?"

The question was genuine. None of them were fully traversed in the act of kissing beyond brief tellings in the books you brought to learn more about the planet left behind for them. Agriculture and construction were common reads, but if they got lucky you'd find old story books, comics and novels. Cuckoo holds up a page from one of those very stories - the couple displayed entangled in a heat of passion with lips locked. Heads staring over their shoulder snap in your direction. You'd used the direction to scramble away and travel further into their lair.

"I wanna try..."

Even Marigold couldn't save you now. Taking advantage of your gift of flight, you dart into the air aiming for the second floor where your bedroom stood.

"I would love to help you all, but I need to get started on my letter for my queen. She has requested more pollen, and I wasn't able to get one out in the last run. As soon as it's out of the way, I can come back and we can - Ah!"

Fashioning a lasso from their vines, you're dragged down into the frenzy with no escape in the near future. As is your life with the horde.

-

A queen sits alone on her throne. Letter opener gripped in her palm, she stabs it though her throne as the words describing your escapade slash through her heart. Stomping the battered floor, her veil of submission cracks.

"This has gone on for too long. My garden is in shambles and so will this kingdom until their return."

The servant at her feet keeps their voice low. "My queen... Their service there is doing quite the opposite. Our reserves are at maximum capacity and with the treaty there's no need for war and needless casualties. I know of your bond and I am sorry for your lost."

Like an arrow, the queen's dagger rips through the air and anchors in the wall behind the servant. Golden blood beads in a line across their cheek. Unbridled rage and disgust seeps from her icy glare like poison. She refuses to look directly in their eye, staring off at the shoulders behind them.

"Get. This. Traitor- OUT. RIP THEIR WINGS AND LEAVE THEM FOR DEAD. if they aren't on my wall by dawn, I will take yours as payment."

Eyes wide, the servant lunges for her robes as the guards take their arms. "My lady, please! You cannot do this! I was trying to make things better! Y/n will never forgive you!"

She spits.

"And cut out their tongue."

Screams echoing down the halls, the queen curls up in her throne - clutching the pillow you kept every night and the flower you sent in your distress. Her sweet idiot of a bumblebee. Why did you have to run off? Sure she was stressed, but with her prized florist and sweet little bumblebee she could've conquered the universe. Someday you'll be in her arms and garden again - laughing the night and dawn away.

Someday

[lover-of-skellies]

Imagine. Admiring the night sky with Outer, sharing a blanket and snacks. Visiting a planetarium with Sans, and seeing him genuinely interested in something for once. Play fighting with Red on his couch, and accidentally stumbling across a ticklish spot. Cooking a meal with Blue, and goofing around in the kitchen, maybe offering some tips and advice for whatever you're making. Spraying Ink with holy water and seeing him burst into flames. Coming home to a nice meal that was made for you by Axe/Horror, and telling jokes at the table. Maybe you try to feed each other, while you're at it

Imagine. Strolling along the beach with Dream, collecting shells and admiring the view of the water. Curling up against Nightmare's side on a couch in his personal library and reading whatever book he happens to be reading, while one of his tentacles curls around you instinctively and keeps you close. Sitting in the antivoid with Error and sharing chocolate, watching Undernovela together. Your pinky is loosely wrapped around his, since you've been trying to help him get accustomed to your touch. This is all he can handle so far, but you don't mind

Imagine. Taking Killer to a cat lounge for the first time, and seeing the way his eyes light up in delight when he sees the various cats roaming around. Sitting on Dust's bed and stitching up a hole in part of his jacket while he sits nearby and watches you. He doesn't talk much, but he's staring a lot, silently admiring your handiwork. When you finish, he inspects what you've done, and gives a tiny smile in approval, grateful for the help. Trying to choke the shit out of Fresh because he was annoying, but he doesn't breathe, so he continues to poke fun and laugh at you while you struggle. Buying Cross some tacos and chocolate milk, absolutely spoiling him after a long, hard day, and letting him cuddle up to you while you hold him

Imagine. Taking Geno out of the save screen and standing beside him, seeing the look of awe on his face when he sees the night sky for the first time in ages. Being friends with Reaper, despite how he frequently comes and goes, unsure when you'll see him again. You make him a friendship bracelet, and then he vanishes for months, but when you see him again after all that time has passed, he's still wearing the bracelet you'd given him as if it's a reminder of you. Going on cute dates with Lust and clothes shopping with him, showering him in genuine heartfelt compliments and seeing him smile and blush this pretty shade of purple, because with you, he's learning to love himself

[ofmdjanuaury]

Welcome to OFMD AU-gust! Check out the prompts and start creating 💙

Rules and text version under the cut!

RULES:

Any OFMD fan creations count! Fic, art, dioramas, bakes…

You can do one day or all of them, and use as many prompts from the day as you want!

Tag everything #OFMDAU-GUST

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You can post any prompt any day AFTER that prompt’s official day! So you can post Improv fics any day after 8/1, but you can’t post theatre fics till 8/31.

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Text version of the prompts:

1. Mechanic | Mail Carrier | Improv

2. Fantasy | Solarpunk | Fiber Arts

3. School Staff | Art Model | Taxidermy

4. Social Media | Tentacles | Identity Theft

5. Music/Band | Specific TV Show | Jumanji

6. Journalism | Specific Movie | Planetarium

7. Phone Operator | Rennaissance | Y2K

8. Sports | Ancient | Pacific Rim

9. Medicine | Aquarium/Zoo | Makeup Artist

10. Celebrity | D&D | Gig Worker

11. Science Fiction | Superheroes | Birdwatching

12. Coffee Shop/Bakery | Magical Girl (gn) | Influencer

13. Restaurant | Medieval | Eldritch Horror/Cryptid

14. Science | Place-Based | Weed Guy (gn)

15. Porn Star | Specific Book | Natural Disaster

16. Crime/Mob | Specific Cartoon | Drag/Burlesque

17. Farm/Rural | Time Travel | Polar Explorer

18. Small Business | Apocalypse | Stargate

19. Writer | 19th Century | Escape Room

20. Law | Nightclub | Professional Cuddler

21. Rebels | Zombie | Desert Island

22. Bar | Ghost Hunters | LARP

23. Transit | Daemon | Community Meeting

24. Archeology | Aliens | Paint and Sip

25. Epistolary | Public Access TV | Gas Station

26. Neighbors | Heist | Reality TV Hosts

27. Noir | Grocery Store | Blacksmith

28. Disney | Olympics | Sentinel/Guide

29. Boats | Non-Anglophone Place | Lumberjack

30. Canon-Divergent | Gardening | Kink Club

31. Theatre | Free Space | Someone Else's Universe

(Thanks to yerbamansa for reminding the mod to be accessible!!)

[myers-meadow]

Meadow's Masterlist for Michael Myers & Thomas Hewitt & The Grabber

My list of works is growing and growing, so I split my masterlist up. Here is the list for the fics I've written for Michael Myers, Bo, Vincent and Lester Sinclair, Thomas Hewitt and The Grabber. Created and last updated on 24-04-2023. All my writing, even the shorter pieces that don't go onto AO3, are reblogged over at @myers-meadow-archive for ease of keeping track and archival purposes.

The link to my list for my other masterlist with Otis Driftwood, other horror writing and several other fandoms is here.

The links are in order of fandom, the newest writings are at the top.

Reblogging my writing is very much appreciated, but reposting it, on any site, is plagiarism.

Michael Myers

Feeding him by accident (sfw, oneshot)

Sunday roast (sfw, oneshot)

With s/o who likes being picked up (request, headcanons)

RZ Michael Myers x female therapist: New urge (heed warnings, oneshot, 18 +)

Wrapped with a ribbon (18 +, heed warnings, oneshot)

Through lace curtains. (18 +, drabble)

Valentine's Day in Smiths Grove (sfw, oneshot)

Care for me, 18 +, heed the warnings for each chapter. part 1. part 2. part 3. part 4. part 5 (final)

Stargazing (fluff, sfw, oneshot)

Untitled fluff (sfw, oneshot)

Shapes on his skin (fluff, sfw, oneshot)

Floral and fading (smut, oneshot)

Priest! Michael Myers (RZ) 18 + heed warnings

Bo, Vincent and Lester Sinclair

Bo Sinclair x reader: Planetarium. (angst, comfort, sfw, oneshot)

Multi-chapter fic Vincent x OC x Bo/Poly Sinclairs. The Ambrose Summer Vacation. Chapter 1. Chapter 2. Chapter 3. Chapter 4. (ongoing, 18 +)

Vincent Sinclair x gn reader: art and comfort request.

Bo Sinclair x fem OC: Sweet treat. (18 +, oneshot)

Ambrose Boba Tea Shop AU Vincent/Mango boba; Lester/Black milk tea

Vincent x you/female reader x Bo Drabble

Thomas Hewitt

Letter by letter (sfw, oneshot)

Musings of Luda Mae (Sfw)

Kiss your boyfriend (dark, oneshot)

Safe with him (dark, spiritual sequel to Kiss Your Boyfriend, drabble)

The Grabber

Eggs for breakfast (request)

The Grabber x Max's girlfriend: The rhythm of life (heed warnings, one-shot).

Punishment (18 +, heed warnings, drabble)

Birthday headcanons

Male reader headcanons (request, sfw)

Request masochist reader (18 +, heed warnings, oneshot)

Helpful people get rewarded (18 +, heed warnings, oneshot)

Request for apprentice reader (sfw)

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[zeke-in-devildom]

Dissonance - Chapter 11: Sapere Aude

The feelings of vertigo had only lasted for a few minutes, but Solomon had decided that further lessons could wait. Instead of learning to summon Asmo after lunch, both deemed him in need of rest and relaxation. Magic training was more draining than he had imagined, and he felt physically exhausted already. It really was like working out. Both the sorcerer and demon had wanted to fuss over him, but he had brushed them off, insisting he needed time with only his own thoughts for a while. He was still mildly frazzled from earlier and hadn’t been given time alone to process the mildly traumatic experience.

The pair had reluctantly agreed before disappearing together into Asmo’s room. They seemed to give him suggestive hints of what they might get up to, but he wasn’t sure if that was just to tease him or if they truly were involved intimately. He didn’t think it was really his business. Although Asmo had been sure to emphasize that Zeke was welcome to join them at any point.

Zeke opted to return to his room and finally change from his uniform into a comfortable sweater, khakis, and his black boots. After that he started exploring the communal areas of the house. He was impressed by the music room and planetarium, both were very cool rooms. Zeke couldn’t play any instruments, he’d never been afforded the opportunity to learn, but he could appreciate music as much as anyone. Astronomy didn’t typically fall into his direct fields of interest, but he liked cosmic horror, and had researched the subject a bit for his writing. It was wild that they had whole rooms dedicated to such things.

The common room was fairly standard, aside from the Gothic motif. Couches, armchairs, cushions, coffee table, end tables, a fireplace, and basic entertainment center. This was probably where they gathered for movie nights or simply to share space with each other, doing their own things. He could almost picture it.

Zeke found his favorite room easily enough. The library was everything he might have wanted, the shelves were packed with books, there was a seating area in front of yet another fireplace. He quickly began browsing the shelves, finding many of the books in languages he didn’t understand. It didn’t look like any human language either. Those must be written in Infernal. There was a large amount of books in Latin as well, but that he at least recognized. He wasn’t fluent, but his main character in The Cohen Files was, so he knew a passable amount from his research.

Whoever had put the books and manga in his room, and he was pretty sure he knew who the manga was from, had clearly gone out of their way to provide him with materials that had been translated to English. That was so thoughtful of them. Not finding many books in his native language, he opted to pick out one that was in Latin. He could translate what he didn’t know through his D.D.D. he was almost certain. It seemed to be a thick philosophical tome on the mechanics of magic. He made himself comfortable in an armchair by the fireplace, then began the slow, methodical process of consuming the information held within the pages.

A few hours pouring over the significance of symbols, runes, and various reagents finally had his concentration broken by the swell of auras approaching and the sound of people pouring in through the front door. He lifted his gaze from his reading, tilting his head to the side as he heard various voices call out his name in concern. They must have heard about what happened when he didn’t show up for afternoon classes. Lucifer wasn’t with them. Marking his page and setting the book aside he opened the library door to peek into the hall. 

“I’m here.” Zeke called, and immediately five worried demons were crowded in front of him.

“Oi! What were ya thinking? Ya should have stayed with Beel and Belphie!” Mammon was quick to assume, wasn’t he? He simply shot the second born an unimpressed look.

“Are you okay? I’m so sorry I didn’t make sure you were still with us.” Beel looked absolutely guilt-ridden. At least the Avatar of Gluttony wasn’t blaming him for what had happened. Belphie was silent but his eyes were darting all over his person, looking for wounds.

“It was an accident, Beel. I’m not mad at you two and I’m fine now. The demon only managed to give me some minor scratches and my neck was sore, but Solomon healed me.” Beel finally seemed to relax, a relieved smile spreading across his face.

“Don’t ya trust that shady bastard.” Mammon groaned at the mention of the sorcerer’s name. It was interesting that the brothers seemed split on whether they liked Solomon or not, he’d have to explore that more later. Asmo was clearly very much on Team Solomon, while Lucifer seemed decidedly hostile towards the sorcerer. The rest of the brothers seemed to fall somewhere between the two extremes. He was personally still on the fence, even if he had become Solomon’s apprentice. The man had saved his life, but not being able to read him put him on edge. It was obvious that Solomon was shady - at least some of the time.

“Solomon saved his life, Mammon. A little gratitude might be in order.” Satan lightly admonished.

“Solomon is OP! Better to be saved by someone like him than a yucky otaku like me. Still, I can’t believe I went to school in-person and you weren’t even in our class, normie.” Levi seemed more put out by his absence than the attack. At least on the surface. Zeke could still sense his relief at learning that his injuries were minor and already taken care of magically. 

“Sorry Levi, I didn’t plan on skipping afternoon classes. I’ll make it up to you later.” He wanted to get those game and anime recommendations. Plus despite his tsundere and self-deprecating attitude, the Avatar of Envy seemed pretty cool. Even if Levi was still calling him a normie.

“Do you…want to take a nap with me?” Belphie seemed hesitant, which was vastly different from yesterday when the youngest had been enormously demanding. Earlier must have really unsettled him.

“I’m not really sleepy right now, but you’re welcome to take a nap in the library while I read. The couches are surprisingly comfortable.” Belphie would sleep the whole time, so he could appreciate the quiet company. The sloth demon seemed to consider this for a moment before turning around and heading upstairs - presumably to his room. He hoped he hadn’t upset him. Maybe later he could ask Belphie just what the demon had done that allowed him to sleep so easily yesterday afternoon. That was future Zeke’s problem, though. “Can I borrow notes later for the classes I missed?”

The rest of the demons assented before wandering off upstairs to their own rooms. Zeke slipped back into the library once they were gone. Settling back into his chosen armchair he picked the tome back up to continue where he left off. Less than half an hour later he sensed Satan approaching the library again.

Zeke didn’t look up as the demon entered, currently engrossed in the analysis of geometric patterns in spell casting and the accompanying weaves of magic. Satan wordlessly found a book and made himself comfortable. Neither spoke into the still silent air, only the occasional sound of a turning page broke the silence. It was a comfortable silence. Although Zeke could occasionally feel the Avatar of Wrath’s gaze falling on him. He eventually looked up from his book, the stares were getting distracting.

“Did you need something? You’re staring.” Zeke’s voice was rather flat. He wasn’t trying to sound annoyed, it was just kind of his default.

“You don’t want me to stare at you? I want to. What’s the problem?” Satan seemed oblivious to what that stare was doing to the human.

“It’s a little distracting.” Zeke admitted, eyes closing and brow furrowing slightly. He felt his face heat up just a little. Strange, Asmo’s flirtations barely fazed him, but he was pretty sure Satan wasn’t even trying to flirt with him.

“Ah.” Was Satan’s only immediate reply. Zeke opened his eyes as he felt the intensity of the stare increase. “I didn’t know that you knew Latin.”

“Oh. A little, yes. I’m not fluent or anything. I’ve had to look up a lot of words, so the reading has been slow, but it’s definitely interesting. I assume most of the books are in Infernal, so the Latin ones were the only ones I could even attempt to read.” It was the truth.

“That is a problem. We’ll have to get more books you can read easily. Although, would you like me to help you? I am fluent in Latin, as are my brothers. We can read it together. I can help tutor you in Latin as well so that you’re more confident in reading and translating it. I’d also be happy to start teaching you Infernal. Both languages will come up in some of your classes.” Satan seemed actually excited at the prospect of teaching him something.

“You’d really teach me more Latin and Infernal? I really don’t want you to have to go out of your way for me. Teaching someone takes a lot of time and effort.” He had said he would try not to inconvenience them more than necessary. Zeke hated being a burden on others.

“Knowledge is power, knowledgeable people are respected. You need as much power and respect as you can get if you want to survive in the Devildom. I am more than happy to help you achieve that. All of us are.” Satan had already set his book aside and was beckoning for Zeke to join him on a comfortable sofa. “Besides, I want to help you too. I know Asmo is already working on your self-care and image here in the Devildom, Belphie and Beel are trying to make sure you’re resting and eating enough, and I want to be able to do something to care for you too. This is something I can do.”

Oh. Zeke could feel the conflicting, swirling emotions of the Avatar of Wrath. Buried beneath the smoldering embers of a rage that were so easily ignited were webs of self-doubt, of fear, of longing. Satan yearned for acceptance, for acknowledgment, and to simply belong. He could tell that this demon was full of tempestuous emotions. This was a kind demon. Even if he didn’t think so. Even if he seemed to harbor feelings of self-loathing. 

“I would really like that. Please teach me.” Zeke realized he saw himself in Satan - painfully so. Well that settled that, there was nothing more for him to think about. He stood from his chair and made his way to sit beside the blond demon, giving him a faint smile as he opened the book in front of them both.

AN: Sapere aude is Latin, meaning Dare to Know.

[verdemoun]

projecting because i'm putting off essay writing but sean would do great in modern times until he didn't. tw for existential cosmic horror

lenny and sean go on a queerplatonic date to a planetarium because lenny is determined to prove that learning can be fun and sean is actually pretty keen on the idea of laying on a couch watching the night sky on a giant dome screen because that sounds awesome

lenny is completely enthralled, beaming ear to ear as a black!! lecturer!! is explaining in how mathmatics is used in physical cosmology to explain the expansion of the universe, using infinite as a measurement when space is something real and seemingly quantifiable

sean's vibing. thinks it's really cool they've got footage of the earth rotating and you can see the city lights come on and hey look there's ireland!! except then it zooms out. there's the other planets and the sun, that's fun. we look like specks! and then the sun is a speck, in a cloud of specks. that is one of an infinite number of speck-clouds.

where was earth again

haha, we really are small!

hey where's God

afterwards lenny is visibly excited, babbling about how incredible it is that human knowledge has come so far in 100 years, how much is still unknown, the infinite possible things that could be discovered or learned about in another 100 years

and it hits sean that lenny believes all that stuff so it must be true, because lenny's always right

tries to laugh it off 'haha yeah guess we're pretty insignificant in the grand scheme of it' as he pulls a flask out of his pocket

lenny knows sean drinking is a bad sign and gently tells him not to, tries to offer some philosophical explanation about mankind only inventing understandable knowledge out of fear

sean finally snapping. because he’s not lenny, he’s not dutch or hosea. He doesn’t like having big theoretical ideas in his head, reading hurts and sometimes when life’s too much he just needs a drink. there’s nothing wrong with needing a damned drink every now and then (there’s definitely something wrong with sean’s alcohol use but now isn’t the time to bring that up)

he misses karen. karen understood all he was ever going to be was idiot sean mcguire. they drank together, and they understood that it wasn’t just about being fools when they were drunk. drinking made it easier to be who they were meant to be, their roles in the gang: a loud-mouthed clown and a beautiful woman

lenny sitting down beside him and just putting his arm around him, letting sean drink as he starts crying because he misses his beautiful woman so much

[coulsons-fullmetal-cellist]

Operation Sleepy Hollow

(Dieter x horror loving female)

Words: 1, 789

Summary: you and Dieter go somewhere special for your two-year anniversary and Dieter has something extra special planned

Warnings: failed proposals but not what you think, body injury, crazy shenanigans, Dieter being Dieter and lots of adorable fluff and some fun history! I did lots of research but if I got anything wrong, please let me know!

Check out masterlist here

Dieter looked again at the small box made out to be the key from The Mummy. He’d lost count of how many times he’d sneak a look at it over the past year. He was hoping to go through Operation Sleepy Hollow: take girlfriend to a place she’d enjoy for anniversary, propose in romantic spot, spend the night making passionate love, best boyfriend award guaranteed.

For your second-year anniversary, you were going to a place you’d enjoy, somewhere you always wanted to go: Sleepy Hollow, New York. Originally called North Tarrytown, it changed its name to Sleepy Hollow in 1996. It came to popularity but Washington Irving’s ‘The Legend of Sleepy Hollow’ where the author now lays to rest in the cemetery.

Still having time before checking in, you went to Tarrytown in order to just wander around the picturesque town. The Tarrytown Music Hall wasn’t open, but it was still beautiful in its exterior and Dieter adored any historic exterior and so adored this town. After lunch, you went to the Sleepy Hollow Souvenir Store and tried to not buy so much.

Dieter insisted you splash out for accommodation, so you were spending two nights at the Castle Hotel and Spa. The room was lavish with a four-poster bed and fireplace. Wrapping his arms around you, Dieter insisted on immediately trying out the bed.

As you had planned a few nighttime festivities such as the Pumpkin Museum of Art, the Pumpkin Carousel, the Pumpkin Windmill, and the Pumpkin Planetarium, you saw no problem in this.

*****

The following morning, you had breakfast at the Headless Bagel, purely because of its name. After picking up some Halloween themed pastries from a bakery, came all the walking. Starting on Beekman Avenue, you made your way along the Hudson River to find the lighthouse which was built in 1883. You then made your way to the Sleepy Hollow, originally the Tarrytown cemetery which changed its name to the Sleepy Hollow Cemetery to honour author Washington Irving. His monument was protected from picky tourists, but you went to honour him in passing. You found the Headless Horseman sculpture before making your way to the bridge. It wasn’t the bridge that was in the film or from the folktale as that was now a modern bridge commissioned by the Rockefeller family and now has a placard stating its historic location. This bridge was a beautiful wooden one and hauntingly romantic.

This was the perfect location for Dieter to propose. It didn’t want to do it on the bridge as he didn’t trust himself not to fall into the river. He waited until you both crossed the bridge. Your back was to him the moment he got down on one knee, he moved to get the ring out of his jacket pocket when something caught his eye.

“Ah! A snake!”

It was at this point you turned around to find your boyfriend running towards you in fear. He sort of glomped you but had enough sense to not fall to the ground. He pointed to where he thought he saw the supposed snake. You looked over to where he was pointing but only saw a stick.

He felt embarrassed at the blunder but was soon replaced by sadness that he missed out on the perfect opportunity to propose but he shook it off.

The next location the Union Church of Pocantico Hills held the last works by Henry Matisse. Dieter was mesmerised by the stained-glass windows, and he quietly explained the story of how Nelson Rockefeller commissioned the artwork for his late wife, Abby in 1948. He pointed out the Rose Window, Matisse’s last work and the nine windows which were designed by Marc Chagill, a Belarusian-French artist you hadn’t heard of, but you certainly found the windows beautiful.

It certainly cheered Dieter up and he thought of going to Plan B of Operation Sleepy Hollow: propose over a romantic candlelit dinner followed by a night of passionate lovemaking, bagging best boyfriend award in the process.

*****

After lunch, you went back to the hotel for a break before dinner. You had made your way to the bathroom, so Dieter knelt down to untie his shoelaces; he had the sudden thought of relocating the ring box, so he reached over to get it from his jacket but then something broke.

You heard a pained scream and rushed out of the bathroom. Dieter was on his knees unable to move with tears streaming out of his eyes. He was taking short breaths as moving any part of his body was causing immense pain.

“What happened?”

“My back!” he gasped. “My back!”

You put a hand to his chest, “Let’s try and get you up, okay?”

Putting hands under his armpits, you managed to get him sitting on the edge of the bed. You took his shoes off with no problem.

“I’m going to give you a painkiller, okay?”

He didn’t nod as he feared it would cause pain, but you gathered from his whimper that he consented, so you managed to administer it.

“Now I need to take your pants off.”

It was a gruelling experience for Dieter and the whole time he was whimpering in pain and mumbling how the removal of clothes should be sexy, but you managed to get him down to his boxers and lying face down on the bed. Leaving him for a few seconds, you came back from the bathroom with a hot towel and placed it on his back. He settled down after a few moans of pain. His back was very tense and twitched whenever you touched it.

The painkiller must have kicked in or the hot towel was working but Dieter was soon feeling less pain in his back. Soon after he felt a cooling sensation, the towel was removed from his back, and you were rubbing something in.

“What is that?” he asked.

“It’s Tiger Balm, it’s really good for muscle pain.”

He gave a groan of approval and soon you heard him snoring softly.

*****

Dieter woke up sometime later, he didn’t dare try moving and he worried that his back would flare up again, so he stayed where he was. He managed to follow you with his eyes as you came back into the room.

“How are you feeling?”

“A bit stiff,” he mumbled.

“Well, you are going to have a deep tissue massage tomorrow morning. I went down to the front desk and booked you in while I cancelled out dinner.”

“You did?” you nodded. “But what about the Farmers Market?”

“I can do that on my own. I don’t think you’d survive all that walking.”

He grumbled in agreement, “Unless there was lots of sitting.”

“Do you think you could handle sitting now?” He gave a mumble in place of a shrug, so you managed to slowly get him to stand up. After putting on his teddy bear coat, you moved him to a chair with good back support and placed an ottoman under his feet. He grumbled his thanks.

“I’m sorry I ruined our anniversary.”

“You didn’t ruin it, it’s not your fault your back died on you.”

“But we were going to have a romantic dinner and…” he couldn’t finish his sentence.

“Have a night of passionate lovemaking?”

Dieter almost started crying at the thought of all that was being missed out.

“We could try,” he shyly suggested.

“Sex won’t fix your sore back; it might make it worse.”

“It might. If I lie down the whole time and you can sit on my-“

“We’re not risking anything,” he pouted. “We can do gifts?”

He wiggled his toes in excitement, “Yes, let’s do presents!”

You moved over to where your bags were. Pulling out your present for Dieter, you moved over to his bag. He stopped you opening it, just letting you carry the whole bag over to him. Pulling out a wrapped gift, he handed it to you while you put his bag away and put your gift in his lap.

He gleefully but carefully unwrapped his present to reveal the glorious tie-die beneath.

“I’m Kenough?!” he held up the hoodie. “I love it!”

It was now time to unwrap your gift; it was a book.

“Making the Monster: The Science Behind Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein.”

“I figured you might want to learn all the history science stuff behind your favourite book.”

You hugged the book close to you and made your way over to Dieter in order to plant a giant kiss on his cheek. You gently hugged him.

“I love it! I’ll not to read it all in one sitting.”

“You want to read it now, don’t you?”

“Yeah, but how about some room service?”

*****

“How was the massage?”

“Amazing! My back is still stiff, but it doesn’t hurt like hell anymore,” he was sitting in the armchair donned in his new favourite hoodie. “How was the Farmers Market?”

“Amazing! So much lovely produce! I could’ve bought one of everything, but I don’t know if I can bring back fresh produce.”

“We’re in the same country.”

“Yeah, but isn’t there a rule about bringing food across state lines?”

“I don’t think so.”

You hmphed, “I guess it’s just an Australian thing. But I got lots of other great things!”

You pulled things out of your tote to show your smiling boyfriend: jams, soaps, various baked goods as well as…

“Cheese?”

“You bet I got cheese! If I can’t bring it back with me, I’ll eat it all on the spot.”

“I think you can bring it with us.”

“I also got you a handmade heat pack. They told me that when it heats up, it smells like pancakes.”

“So I’ll smell like pancakes?”  he loved the thought.

You were surprised you still had room in your suitcase after all your purchases, but you managed to fit everything in. Thankfully, Dieter brought his trusty Crocs with him, so he didn’t have to endure the thought of how he was going to put his footwear on.

The hotel staff were very helpful in getting your luggage and Dieter into the car and soon, you were both on your way back to New York City.

As Dieter watched the trees go flying past, his mind began to wander; he was rethinking his proposal plan. Halloween was approaching and you were both heading to a fancy costumed ball. It would be the perfect opportunity to propose as it was your favourite time of the year so you would already be in a happy mood. So now it was Operation Halloween Proposal: dress up and go to romantic themed ball, propose in super romantic setting, spend the night making passionate love, best boyfriend award guaranteed.

Films referenced: The Mummy (1999), Sleepy Hollow (1999), Barbie (2023)

Book referenced:

Lovingly tagging @boliv-jenta @simpingcowboy @ellenmunn @o-sacra-virgo-laudes-tibi @brilliantopposite187 @chaithetics @myloveistoolittle @cevans-is-classic @glshmbl

[anonymous-dentist]

Would you mind saying what bothers you about zombies?

Bro I don’t even know, they just terrify me. Always have, probably always will

Like in 2022 I went to go see Night of the Living Dead at my university’s planetarium with a friend and I legit had to cancel our plans to hang out and dye their hair afterwards because I was so panicked. I had to call my sister and cry the whole way back to my dorm and I don’t even KNOW, man!!

I can’t watch zombie movies or tv shows and I can’t read books or comics with them and it’s Horrible to live in the US around Halloween because it’s literally always zombies everywhere

But someone once said that the best horror writers are people who know how to be afraid, and I live by that

[writingkitten]

Hey! I hope you're feeling better - I know things have been hard for a long time. I have included some gifs of Ricardo for your serotonin purposes:

I know you created the second gif; think of it as Ricky coming home to you.

If you're feeling up to it, I'd like to know your answers for the get in business asks for questions #1, #6, #12, #98, and #99.

🥹 Thank you for Ricky!!!! I love that man so much I want him to hold me and also do unspeakable things to me

I’m feeling better, still a little down but I’m ok!! Thank you for checking in!!

1 - Meaning behind my URL: basically I’m a writer and I love cats so… WritingKitten!

6 - Favorite band: FOO FIGHTERS!! Ugh I love them so much

12 - Ideas of a perfect date: so, if we’re going out, I’d love going to a planetarium, aquarium, or just a field to stargaze; if we’re staying in, then watching a horror movie or playing video games while snuggled up on the couch (bonus points if any of these situations end with sex)

98 - Have you ever forgotten someone’s name: yes, but I have a trick! I ask them what their name is, they say it, and then I say “oh no I meant your last name” so it doesn’t look like a forgot

99 - Have you ever met someone who didn’t seem real: sort of. So, basically I had a huge crush on the guy who played Niles the Butler on The Nanny, and I got to meet him after five years of fawning over him, and when I first saw him I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t speak, all I could do was grip my friend’s wrist and watch as the actor just casually passed me… there’s a lot more that happened that made him seem just beyond amazing, but that moment was when I was like “holy shit he’s not on a screen, he’s real”

[l1terat1]

Tagged by @auroratigress for some this or that...

Rules: this or that, Bold your preference in the post

tea or coffee / musicals or plays / spring or autumn / halloween or christmas / diners or cafés / cats or dogs / brunch or happy hour / fruity or floral / rome or amsterdam / sushi or ramen / glitter or matte / aquariums or planetariums / Coloring Books or puzzles / books or movies / closed curtains or open window / hillside cottage or city apartment / smoothie or milkshake / holding hands or hugs / poetry or prose / longing for the past or longing for the future / vocals or instrumentals / indoor plants or outdoor gardening / space or deep seas / ghibli or disney / honey or maple syrup / baking or cooking / dusk or dawn / horror or sci fi / beach or pool / sweet or savory / paperback or hardcover / running or hiking / sleeping with socks or without socks / dark wood or light wood / handwritten or typed / instagram or pinterest / hoodies or sweaters / long hair or short hair / boots or sneakers / curls or straight hair / photography or painting / monsters or ghosts / fiction or non-fiction / gold or silver / dyed hair or natural hair / astrology or tarot / earbuds or headphones / 12 hour clock or 24 hour clock / pen or pencil / pandas or koalas / denim jacket (I immediately thought of Best Jeanist from MHA) or leather jacket / chocolate or fruity candy / pastel colors or earth tones / neon colors or jewel tones

Some of these were no-brainer preferences for me, but that Space or deep sea one had me really questioning things lol

pumpkin spice or Apple cinnamon / halloween or thanksgiving / leaf piles or apple picking / hay ride or corn maze / black cat or bat / skeletons or witches / mashed potatoes or stuffing / orange or black / vampire or werewolf / fireplace or bonfire / scarf or beanie / candles or incense

I'm gonna tag @sunny-cecilia @xhailfirex @justflying @dokurtybitz2 and anyone else interested.