#october special

[emuthec0w]

Scars Make You Beautiful.

Kinktober Special: Mahito

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CW: Mahito (ik how many people DESPISE this man), knifeplay, gore, c7tting, GN!Reader, extensive teasing, yandere!mahito

A/N: Sorry for not uploading more and answering asks, I’ve been in a bit of a slump but I at least owed you guys some fics on the last 3-4 days of Kintober <3

Btw, I write JJK now!

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“Aw-ha! Don’t look at me like that, it makes me a little sad..”

You sighed at the memory of Mahito smiling playfully, wiping a fake tear from his eye. Surprise, surprise, Halloween would just so happen to be Mr. Patchworks’ favorite holiday! You didnt know if you should laugh or cry with this information. On top of never being left alone in your torture cell of a bedroom you’d have to deal with his ‘spooky’ games. Things he’d maybe found online or heard whispers of near shrines in the dark of the night when the only friend you had was the moon. Even that vanished sometimes.

You were unsure if you’d even consider Geto your friend. No, he couldn’t be. He worked with Mahito. He made sure you could never leave. All for the sake of pleasing that selfish, child-like curse. If he wasnt coddling you and watching your every move he’d send other curses to do so, and to say the very least it was mind numbing. It was awkward. It was degrading. You, all dressed up in either frilly or gothic outfits (depending on Mahito’s mood), being babysat by curses who could kill you in an instant if they really wanted to.

As you lied in bed staring at the over-decorated ceiling you felt a grumble bubble from your stomach to your throat. Your gaze fixed from picture to picture, each printed from a polaroid camera of you. You in the shower, you in bed, you putting on your work uniform, pantyshots that you weren’t even sure how he’d gotten- all strong across the ceiling. Almost as if it was something he was proud of. 5 months. It had been 5 whole months since your abduction.

As far as you knew, no one bothered to come looking for you. No one cared. No one questioned a thing when you disappeared! Maybe your boss threw a fit when he realized he couldnt shove loads of overtime onto your shoulders anymore, but that was probably it. What other substantial role did you really play in your life? Everyday was the same cycle it’s been for the past 19 years. It didnt matter at all.

It never did.

Maybe, just maybe, being with Mahito put some spice in your life! It added some pizazz! But god, what were you thinking? You hated this. More than anything in the world. The things you were forced to see would permanently alter the course of your life’s trajectory. The look of terror as you watched humans become monsters in mere seconds.. their pleas for help.. their pleas for death..

You’d never be the same.

Your head shot up the moment you heard the door to your room slip open, then closed once more. From the stairs that led down to it a familiar blue-haired boy peeped his head down. He had a wild grin on his face as he stared at you, and you felt yourself become ill. What was he planning now?..

“It’s Halloween! Doll, do you know what that means?”

In his hands he held a bag, one filled with amazing new goodies he’d gotten after brainstorming with his curse friends on what to do for this Horrifying Holiday! He was so excited he swore he was shaking, giddy as he made his way towards you. You slowly sat up, and before you’d fully balanced yourself he plopped down by your side and leaned all his weight onto you, nuzzling your shoulder happily.

For such a beast, he could act like such a kid. But, your thoughts immediately swayed on that subject as he covered your eyes. Even if you couldn’t see it, you could just feel that sadistic smile of his grow as his gaze fell upon you. You always felt vulnerable around him. How could you not? He was an all-capable curse, and you were.. weak. You weren’t a sorcerer. You didn’t know a thing about Jujitsu. So how could you not be afraid?

“W..Whhat does it mean?” You breathed, eyes closed under his stitched-up palm. He pouted, a small groan of disappointment pushing past his throat.

“You dont know? Oh well, I guess that makes it more of a surprise!”

You took in a sharp breath as you heard him fiddle with the bag he’d brought home with him. You wondered if this was a trick question, and maybe he’d grant you the mercy of strangulation with it if you were lucky.

“I got us some goodies! I know you’ll just love them!” Mahito smiled, and before you could get anything out in response you felt his hand at the side of your neck. “Now, no panicking okay? That screaming thing you do is cute but IIIII~~… don’t wanna deal with it now! Got that?”

You nodded. What else could you do? As he slowly removed his cold hand from your eyes you took in several deep breaths to try to compose yourself. But really how could you? Shaky breathing and a stoic nature was as calm as you could get around him. Your eyes fluttered for a moment before opening and readjusted to the room’s dull light. Fearfully, your gaze made it to his hand. He was holding something in it.. but you.. couldn’t tell what.

You swallowed down some saliva, and he noticed this almost immediately. He pursed his lips, before they formed into a small— innocent, smile.

“I got us a fun play-time toy! Isn’t that fun? Doesn’t it make your ‘heart’ flutter?” He paused, glancing to the side for a moment, “Well, not your heart. Humans don’t have those! Uhh.. does it make your soul flutter?”

You resisted the urge to roll your eyes at his witty pickup lines. You nodded your head, a gentle smile plastering over your face. It was the least you could do.. because how dare you be ungrateful for what all he does for you, right?

“Mm.. yes.” You pressed your cheek to the rim of his hand which still caressed your neck, eyes narrowing. “T-Thanks..”

A look of thrill overtook his expression at your answer, and you felt your mouth fall agape as the sensation of a blade slashed against the smooth skin of your neck. He’d jerked his hand back and.. cut you. And now as you bled he leaned forward and licked the wound, tongue pressing into it and licking away all blood that attempted to slip out. Each time you whined his tongue slipped deeper, and he even began biting the skin around the cut after a bit of teasing it.

He always felt so incredibly drunk off of your love. It was so damn addicting.. so intoxicating. And god, you would never admit that this treatment drove you crazy as well sometimes. You bucked your hips under the covers expectantly, eyes shutting. He set his other hand on your thigh, squishing it in his calloused palm as you squirmed. His thumb rubbed circled around your inner thigh, eyes narrowed on your core.

It didnt take a genius to figure out you were getting off on his teasing, and he couldn’t help but give a you a smug grin upon realizing it. You huffed, eyes watering a little as the wound he’d given you began to sting immensely.

“Oh? Are you enjoying this doll?” He eagerly questioned, “I’m so happy! You usually never like my attempts at this stuff… and this one just so happens to be my favorite too~!”

Before you could respond he brought his hand up and began slicing rapidly into your soft skin, blood trickling down your arms and legs. Several mouths sprouted from Mahito’s stitched up skin, pale tongues lapping at the bleeding slits made by his knife. Once he’d finished bloodying you up he brought his knife back and set it on the bedside counter near where your head lay. Watching you wince he licked his lips, eyes narrowing with glee.

“Now, the real fun begins!”

[rileyomalley]

Hey, you get in your spooky forms yet? Open all throughout October! (note, its detailed bust FORM: https://docs.google.com/forms/d/e/1FAIpQLScZlnVtZdytCxLMsttPdwtTcvtQzG-qsr2WBh18rgCC422GYA/viewform

[heart-ephemeral]

Poison – Monstober Day 6: Vampire Fae Vil

You/Your pronouns for Reader

Warnings: An attempt at drugging/poisoning .

Vil maybe OOC

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The dorm leader of Pomfiore had asked you to attend his next fashion show. He wanted you to be his temporary manager for that show, as his other manager was out sick. You agreed as a way to have time away from Crowley.

You were not expecting what was next. Vil was not holding anything back. Any one screw-up would get you berated. You tried to hold your tongue, maybe the fae was just stressed, you would think to yourself.

"Excuse me?" A person asked you, as you were getting water for Vil. 

"Yes, can I help you?" You sighed.

"Are you the manager for Vil Schoenheit?'' They asked. You narrowed your eyes, looking up and down.

"Why are you asking?" You didn't specify if you were.

"You must be. Can you give Vil this, I'm such a big fan." They held out a bottle of apple juice. You took it, but you were stupid. "Thank you so much." They walked off.

You entered Vil's dressing room. He stood straightening his outfits. You gave him the water.

"Thank you. Hmm? What is that?" He pointed at the apple juice. 

"Most likely something with poison." 

"What?" Vil asked.

"Some person gave this to me. They asked if I was your manager, of course I didn't say anything, so I assumed it's probably poisoned." Vil nodded. 

"You would be correct. It is most likely a rival model." Vil walked you into a corner. His sharp canines bared."You wouldn't mind describing the person who gave it to you?" 

"Oh no." 

[thasmin13]

You know what, fellow thasmin worshippers, it looks like it is just us, everyone is focussing on the 60th anniversary special, and everything after, (yeah, what happened to "bowing to Jodie Whittaker.") and forgetting about Jodie Whittaker and her era, which is going to over soon anyway, thasmin has helped so many people, and brought joy to them, and people aren't respecting it. The more I think about it, the more angry it makes me, like Jodie Whittaker's era may not have been the best, but she, and Mandip Gill, John Bishop, Bradley Walsh, everyone, gave their all, and worked really hard on it, so they deserve to be respected and appreciated atleast until the centenary special is finshed.

So therefore, I have officially decided that I am going to stand for thasmin, and respect it, and appreciate it, right up until the end. (Not that I wasn't going to anyway, lol). I hope atleast some people feel the same way about it that I do.

[temixart]

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[twistedtummies2]

The Devils I Know - NUMBER ONE

HAPPY HALLOWEEN! Welcome to the final entry for “The Devils I Know!” For this spooky time of year, I’ve spent all of October counting down My Top 31 Depictions of the Devil, from movies, television, video games, and more! And today, I unveil our topmost contender! Who is my favorite Devil? I’ll give you a hint: sunshine is his destroyer. NUMBER ONE IS…Tim Curry, from Legend.

If you know me especially well, then you probably already knew this would be my number one choice. But for those who don’t…I could just simply say “it’s Tim Curry playing the Devil, I don’t need any other reason,” and leave it at that (which, frankly, would be true), but I’m an old windbag who likes to ramble and pontificate, sooo…nope. I’m gonna talk all your ears of…or…um…type all your eyes out…that sounds terrible, ANYWAY…! Directed by Ridley Scott – famous for the “Alien” franchise, of all things – 1985’s “Legend” was a film meant to be an homage to classic fairy-tales of yore. It’s not directly based on any specific story, mind you; it’s simply meant to be a story that FEELS like a classic fairy-tale. The plot is essentially a conglomeration of various elements and tropes taking from many myths and fables, so it isn’t exactly the most complex or unique…but, to be honest, that’s part of the point. “Legend” is meant to feel like a story out of your past, a story we all know, despite being its own original piece, and it’s more about the fantasy and the spectacle than anything else. It is a feast for the eyes and the imagination, with some hidden meaning under its surface, much like so many illustrated fairy-tale storybooks of decades past were. Now, to be fair, these same elements can turn some people off from the film, so to speak (not me, but some people), but I’ve yet to hear ANYBODY complain about one thing in the film. That one thing – the one part everyone agrees is the best part of the picture – is its villain: Tim Curry as the Lord of Darkness, or simply “Darkness.” Darkness is, of course, the Devil: he essentially has two plans in the film sort of moving together. Darkness wants to first of all kill the last two unicorns in the world, as apparently the unicorns are angelic symbols of light, and, being Darkness, light isn’t exactly something he cares for much. (“Sunshine is my destroyer!” he recites a couple of times in the film.) He ends up getting some unwitting help from the beautiful but naive Princess Lili. This, for me, is where Darkness gets interesting: he actually falls in love with Lili. And…he actually means it! Yeah! He legitimately loves her, and wants to impress and please her. It doesn’t seem to be a mere case of lust, he’s not offering her anything in exchange for loving him, exactly…he just…loves her, and wants to marry her. Of course, being the Lord of Darkness, he has no idea how to properly EXPRESS and handle love. Lili is not receptive of his advances, and ends up actually using that love against him to trick him and help save the day at the end (ouch, poor devil…literally), but I’ve always found this specific element fascinating. Because the rest of the time, Darkness is a classic Devil in every way: a pure evil fiend with no real redeeming qualities and a lot of power and prestige. But this one sympathetic element really helps make him a more layered character, and helps to make an already amazing Devil even more amazing. Beyond the sympathy, what qualities make him amazing? Well, beyond all else, two things: the actor, and the costume and makeup. I mean…freaking LOOK AT THAT THING. My God…or…My Devil! Just…LOOK AT THAT THING. That has to be one of the greatest costume and makeup designs of any movie ever, without question. Curry is completely buried, literaly head to toe, in that makeup. In fact, there’s a story about how Curry tried desperately to keep his own eyes for the outfit, only for them to demand he wear special contact lenses to give him feline-like eyes. Curry grumbled as he put them in…but the moment he looked in the mirror, he immediately felt impressed by how he, himself, looked in the full regalia. And he deserved to be impressed, not only because the Devil in the film is MAGNIFICENT to behold – like a blood red living sculpture of evil beauty – but because Curry himself, through all that makeup, not to mention vocal effects that deepened his voice and gave it a powerful, unsettling echo, manages to give, in my opinion, possibly the finest performance in his entire career. This is, without a shadow of a doubt, my favorite Tim Curry performance, if nothing else, and part of it is how effortlessly he seems to pull it off; he just lives inside that costume and that makeup, as if it is nothing. You have no problem believing this Devil as a walking, living, mighty thing as Darkness strides across the screen. Curry was cast because, to paraphrase Ridley Scott, he felt that the actor could bring something “operatic” to the role, which was obviously desired. Indeed, Curry is his usual melodramatic self, but it’s in the best way: this is an imposing creature, ruling the room with every moment he has onscreen, but also so human with his more sympathetic qualities. When I think of Tim Curry, Darkness is one of the first things I think of. When I think of the Devil, again, Darkness is one of the first things I think of, if not THE first thing I think of. This is just how I would imagine the Devil to look and behave, beyond all else, and to me, that is what makes him so great. He has the right balance of so many qualities other Devils, before and after, have: he’s theatrical, yet he’s genuine; he’s malicious, he’s tragic; he’s a master manipulator, and a beast of the battlefield, all at the same time. It’s the full package. These facts, beyond all else, are what make the Lord of Darkness from “Legend” My Favorite Portrayal of the Devil. No more need be said. Thank you all for joining me! I hope you had fun with this crazy little list. And don’t worry: when and if the day comes I see what Old Scratch actually looks like, I’ll let you know if any of the plus-thirty versions I’ve covered were anywhere near the mark. ;)

[sunnysideprincess]

Sick Tony, haunted manor and spooky shit happening all around. 💅🏻📝

[pacinothot]

friday the w13th

[accidentalslayer]

[buggachat]

eh. fuck it. *claw noirs my icon*

[mazys-obsessions]

So excited for my first month of ipsy!!! I’ve heard a few mixed reviews of DiTo but I figured it would be a fun add on so we’ll see ! I’ve been meaning to try fenty for a while so I’m super happy that they chose that for me. Also the Malin+Goetz was such an easy choice. I also got the normal glam bag but I’m most excited for the GBP. Don’t tell my boyfriend I signed up for the X bag in November as well!

[stevebuscemieyes]

The Simpsons: Treehouse Of Horror

[bamsara]

i think my patreons are the best tbh im out here fighting demons, brain damage, car broke, cost of living, price inflation, printer errors, delivery mishaps, rapid onset of media brainrot, inconsistant art style, isolation, the toils and tribulations of living in the rural south, social obligations with financial cost requirement, a cat that actively breaks into plastic bins to chew on stickers and burn out

i am constantly slipping on a bannana peel and patreons are just

[heart-ephemeral]

Climb - Monstober Day 5: Dragon Demon Fae Malleus

You/Your pronouns for reader.

Warnings: Reader climbs a tower, heights.

Tsunotarou used for Malleus.

Romance is not explicitly stated. It's up to your interpretation.

Malleus maybe OOC

Unedited

When you arrived at NRC, you didn't have time to explore the campus. You had decided to take a night walk. There was an ancient tower nearby, and you decided to observe it.

When you got there, fireflies flew around you, and some crawled around your face. You peered up and saw a figure on top of the tower.

"Huh? Who is that?"

Part of the outside of the tower had fallen, revealing stairs. You placed your foot on the bottom step, it didn't move, so you placed your entire foot on it. Each step you tried it even though none of the stairs broke off. You stepped onto the top, and stared at the figure.

"Tsunotaro?" The fae turned and smiled at you.

"How great of you to come and see me, Child of Man."

"What are you doing on this tower?" You asked, as the fireflies returned. Malleus looked up and you followed his gaze. The vast amount of stars shined down on you.

You stood in awe at the sight.

"I simply came to observe the stars," Malleus said. "Would you like to watch them with me?"

"Sure."

[thasmin13]

Specials of 2022 summary of thasmin.

Eve of The Daleks = Confronting

Legend of The Sea Devils = Confessing

Centenary = Canoodling

[k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9]