#ouija hat

[themancorialist]

Piccadilly Gardens, Manchester.

[ghostherlig]

gothic western au.....

(under the cut bc my brain is full (thanks, @justasofa for fueling my delusions, you're a real one /pos))

lone marksman kenshi takahashi and famous play actor johnathan cage who meet when johnny finds an alley to smoke in

lone marksman kenshi who's alone now bc he's trying to find his family's blade and refuses to pick up another until he finds Sento

famous actor johnny cage who loves the stage but craves an adventure deciding that this is who he's taking a sabbatical with-

johnny who references plays and acts like such a sultry gentlemen but also such a remarkable conman that kenshi finds him useful and easy on the eyes-

kenshi who takes no shit from anyone and isnt afraid to pull a gun on somebody for being annoying but also is so caring to his horse and every dog or cat they come across so johnny finds him hot and hotter-

kenshi "i know a guy" takahashi and johnny "im pretty enough to get a discount" cage working together to get kenshi sento and give johnny the adventure of his life to maybe write a play about

the lin kuei run a train circuit and bi han owns the business after their fathers death- kuai liang and tomas are basically rich boys who know how to fight for fun and maybe go and find bounty's as a passtime-

liu kang who either is a sheriff somewhere or who runs a bounty board- kenshi sometimes taking bounties and odd jobs to make ends meet, even when he's traveling with johnny

raiden and kung lao who work as bounty hunters- raiden who invented basically the taser gloves from lok (legend of korra, these things) and lao who still has his chakram hat-

shang tsung who runs a whole underground crime ring and is still rivals with liu kang, either in business or in action- liu who wants to start a real business and have it be a means to stop crime whereas shang tsung wants to use his business to control the crime and gain more power for himself

tomas who meets alligator "wrestler" kano and maybe alligator caretaker syzoth who makes sure their huge pet alligator is in good enough condition to "fight" with kano

the three of them getting along and tomas traveling with them for a short while, becoming their announcer of sorts

madam bo's saloon being the in-between spot for all of them to meet up together-

too many thoughts.... crying......

[snootyfoxfashion]

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[corvidaedream]

new addition to the ridiculous amount of things in lucy's pockets: this little guy from the lost & found who was getting thrown out bc he'd been there too long.

I've named him seth and am making him a hat & I plan to use him to distract crying children on my tours (his backstory already is that he's a gift for her/my 5-year-old, josiah.) my coworkers are already addressing him simply as "Mr. Browne"

[vacantseance]

Obligatory dump of shit I've created in the last couple months, simply cause I am proud of me??? From near death with substance abuse to creating and recovery??

[ladykissingfish]

*Kakashi walks up on Sasuke and Naruto sitting on a bench, Sasuke patting a crying Naruto’s back*

Kakashi: What happened to you, kid?

Naruto: We - w-we — *covers his eyes with his hands*

Sasuke, sighing: The dobe thought it would be fun to play with an ouija board, and ask it questions about the future.

Kakashi: Ah, haven’t I warned you boys about that?? Fooling around with things like that can be dangerous, and —

Naruto: B-Bolt!!

Kakashi: … what?

Sasuke: The board told him that he’s going to marry some girl from the village, and his first child will be a boy named Bolt. And not only that, but he’ll start balding at 30 years old!

Kakashi: Balding? Surely that’s a mistake; look at the full head of hair you have now! And Naruto, what’s wrong with being married and having a son? I mean I suppose the name itself isn’t very clever but look at the bigger picture; you’re going to have a family! After being alone so many years, isn’t that a good —

Naruto: *crying harder* SASUKE WAS SUPPOSED TO BE MY HUSBAND, dattebayo! Kids or not HE is supposed to be my family! But the board said he’s marrying Sakura and they’re having a daughter they name Salad!

Kakashi: Again, that doesn’t sound so horrible. These may not be the futures you envisioned for yourself, but you’ll be loved and cared for, and have families. Sometimes you’ve just got to accept what is, kids. That’s life.

Sasuke: I’m glad you think that, Kakashi, because we asked the board about YOU and all it showed us was a vision of you sitting at a desk for hours and hours, wearing the Hokage hat, doing paperwork and never having time to read your Icha Icha books. Ever.

Kakashi:

Kakashi: Bring me that board. We’re burning it. Now.

[rainiishowers]

Obey Me Incorrect Quotes

A/N: I started playing Nightbringer again so that will be reflected lmao ---- Simeon, entering MC's room: ..Solomon did it again. MC: Peace disturbance? Simeon: What no- MC: Arson..? Simeon: No?!! MC: Uh….Attempted murder? Simeon: NO??? He attempted to cook?! What the f- ---- Lucifer: I just had a long talk with Mammon and Levi about hitting and now they are yelling “it’s my turn to perpetuate the cycle of violence” before hitting each other. ----

Asmodeus: Hey do you wanna hang out this weekend? Leviathan: Generic excuse. Asmodeus: I can’t believe you said that out loud, to my face. ---- Mammon, holding in his laughter: Hey, how do you ask a glass of water what it’s doing? Satan: A glass of water is an inanimate object. Therefore, it's incapable of having a thought process or understanding basic human language. Mammon: Mammon: Water you doing? ---- MC: I wasn't hurt that badly. The doctor said all my bleeding was internal, that's where the blood's supposed to be! ----

MC: I'm going to go with Simeon to find Luke MC: If you two can manage to not kill each other while we are gone. Solomon: Oh, please. We're not children. MC leaves Barbatos, casually: …Eat shit and die. Solomon, also casually: Yes, fuck you. ----

Mammon: Why do you act like we’re three year olds? MC, exasperated: WHY?!? MC, to Mammon: YOU TRIED TO HYJACK A CAR! MC, to Satan: YOU NEARLY JUMPED 20 FEET OFF A CARPARK! MC, to Beel: AND YOU ATE MULTIPLE DRIED LEAVES AND ROCKS OFF THE GROUND! MC: AND YOU ASK ME WHY???? ---- MC: I'm a witch. I mixed some herbs and crystals together and now the cat Satan brought into the house knows the f-word. ----

Mephisto: Ladies, gentlemen and MC, I want to show you the greatest thing your eyes have ever beheld! MC: A llama? Mephisto: No. Mammon: A baby llama? Mephisto: No! Luke: A baby llama with a little hat on? Mephisto: NO! ---- MC, on a random band name generator: Oooo! They Might Be Depressed Horses! That about sums up my friend group. Asmodeus: H o w ? ---- Purgatory Hall Trio using an Ouija board Luke: Tell us… Is there a spirit in this house? Spirit, through the board: YES. Solomon: Great! Rent is due on the first of the month. Solomon: Oh, and movie night is on Friday if you want to hang out. Spirit: WAIT, WHAT— ---- Computer: Please enter a password. MC: types in Mammon Computer: Your password is too weak. MC: How fucking DARE YOU-

---- Lucifer: Are you having another depressive episode? Belphegor: A depressive episode? Belphegor: I'm having a depressive series and we're just on season one. ---- Beelzebub: MC, can you help me? All of my clothes keep disappearing for some reason. MC, wearing a hoodie that's 5 times bigger than their size: Spooky.

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[after-witch]

Horrorfest: The Dead Speak [Smiling Man x Reader]

Title: The Dead Speak [Smiling Man x Reader]

Synopsis: Your mom always told you not to play with Ouija boards. Maybe you should have listened.

For Horrorfest request: A party game seance of ouija board. Nothing seems to happen, maybe the vibes change a little, but not much else. Until they are walking home and encounter a very friendly lost young gentleman.

Word count: 2210

notes: references to dead people and ghosts, reader is drinking/tipsy

You were the only one who didn’t want to play with the Ouija board. Not because you had some deep-rooted belief in them, not really; you’d never encountered spirits or accidentally summoned a demon or anything like that after pulling out the Hasbro mass market produced party game.

But your mom had believed in them. She refused to let you bring one in the house, had adamantly reminded you before every childhood sleepover--”Absolutely no Ouija boards, my sweetness--and had even told one of your friends that they had to leave their mall-bought Ouija board hair bow in the car before they came inside for dinner.

No one else here seemed to have the same qualms, parent-induced or not, so you shrugged at being the odd one out and didn’t raise a fuss. Especially since the party was almost over, and all that remained were you, the host, and a few stragglers. 

It was Halloween night, after all--people just wanted to have fun. 

Which in this case meant the party host running around the house and shutting off all the lights while someone else dug out a bag of unused tea candles and began to light them. It wasn’t the brightest--no pun intended--idea. A fire hazard, for sure. Especially since most of the guests had already tackled the spiked apple cider and ghost-shaped jello shots, which were currently warming up your belly.

But you’d be damned if the candles didn’t make everything look dim and spooky. Your mind felt fuzzy from the darkness and the booze as you settled down with the group in the living room, scooting on your butt up to the coffee table where the board had been set up.

“Everyone knows how it works, right?” The host asked. Her deep red lipstick was smeared--from drinking or kissing--and she’d tossed aside her witch hat a while back. 

Of course you knew. Everyone knew. You put your fingers on the planchette and pretended that you weren’t moving it around while people asked questions. Inevitably someone would accuse another person of moving it and the fun would eventually dissipate. Or so you’d seen at slumber parties, while you dutifully sat on the bed and finished painting your nails or simply watched, hugging a pillow, wondering if it was betraying your mom to play with Ouija outside the house.

That was when  you were a kid, though. There was no deep-rooted feeling of betrayal now as you rested two fingers on the planchette. Only a vague sense of giddiness, spurned on by the alcohol, by the very existence of Halloween night. 

“Is there a spirit in the room with us?” The host asked softly. 

Was it your imagination, or did the candles flicker? They seemed dimmer, somehow. Probably because they were cheap tea lights. 

And then the planchette moved--probably the host, you thought--towards the most obvious (and fun) option: 

YES.

Someone giggled. You snorted, and wondered how many jello shots were left on the counter. You were going to walk home, anyway.

“Who are you?” 

“What if it’s a demon?” Someone asked. You couldn’t quite tell whose voice was coming from where in the dark. And you didn’t know everyone at the party, anyway, aside from the host and a few people who’d already left.

“Then we’ll ask him politely yet firmly to leave,” you said, giving your best Hank HIll impression. One person laughed, so at least someone here appreciated your ability to reference an unholy amount of TV shows or movies at the drop of a hat.

But the planchette didn’t slide across the letters DEMON. Instead, it shifted towards three letters in slow succession. 

M...O…M.

Something queasy turned over in your gut. The spiked cider and sub sandwich that had been sitting out too long, probably.

“Is anyone’s mom dead?” The host asked, then immediately gasped. “Oh fuck, sorry, that was shitty to say.” She glanced at you sheepishly. Your cheeks heated up and your stomach turned sour again.

Your mom was dead. But you probably weren’t alone, even in a small group. Cancer was a bitch and it took a lot of people, didn’t it? Ah well. You brushed aside that sour feeling and reminded yourself that your friend was drunk.

She cleared her throat. “Whose mom are you?”

The planchette started to move. The sound of the plastic moving over the cardboard was thin and dragging, like someone scraping their nails down a box.

Letter by letter, the planchette spelled your name.

You took your hands off the planchette and felt words fly freely out of your loose, alcohol-tinged lips.

“That’s really fucked up. Are you kidding me? What the fuck is wrong with you?”

The host--your friend, if you would even call her that anymore--put her own hands up in defense. Everyone else slowly let their fingers fall away from the planchette, watching the exchange between you two in awkward silence. 

Party over. 

“I swear to God I’m not moving it. I’m sorry, fuck, you know I wouldn’t do that. I swear to God I didn’t.”

You scooted back from the table and stood up. You felt sober, suddenly, even though your spinning head from getting up too quickly said otherwise.

“Whatever. I’m out. This is just mean.” You shook your head, ignoring your friend’s protests--

And that’s when the planchette started moving again. 

Slowly. Letter by letter. With no one’s hands on the damn thing.

“What the hell?” Someone asked. 

You didn’t want to look. You wanted to get out of here. It was a sick prank, that’s what it was. But the planchette kept moving, and finally someone leaned over and began to sound out the letters, until they formed a sentence.

A sentence that made your bowels clench so hard you thought you would piss yourself. 

I TOLD U NEVER TO PLAY WITH OUIJA BOARDS

It couldn’t be. This was sick. This was wrong. 

This was…

“Mom?”

The words left your lips soft and shaky.  You weren’t sure anyone else heard them.

But then the awful planchette slid across the board again, and someone read the letters until they made sense; terrible, horrifying sense.

ABSOLUTELY NO OUIJA BOARDS, MY SWEETNESS

My sweetness. A nickname only your mom had called you growing up. She called you that to her last breath, wheezing and agonized. 

You leaned over and immediately retched onto the carpet, blobs of bright green jello mingling with chewed up pieces of Italian sub. Before anything else could be said, by the board or the guests, you ran, barely stopping to snatch your purse from the entryway, leaving as fast as your shaking legs could carry you.

--

The streets were dark and mostly empty. It was long past time for kids to be in bed, stomachs filled with chocolate and piles of Skittles, parents picking out their favorite candies to hide in the cupboard. All that was left were the late night party-goers walking home in varying states of disarray, carrying heels in their hands or making jokes too loudly in the startling darkness of the night.

And then there was you, head buzzing, stomach reeling, walking home after a Ouija board apparently contacted the spirit of your dead mother.

“Excuse me?” A man called out behind you.

You jumped, and slid your hands into your purse to wrap your fingers around your keys.  You knew it wasn’t going to do much, but it would do something, if it came to that.

You slowly turned around, grip on your keys tighter than ever, and saw a young man wearing a skeleton hoodie and sweatpants. 

He looked befuddled. He looked, more specifically, lost.

And he also looked… familiar. Was he at the party? You squinted, trying to clear your head. He might have been. Did he follow you to see if you were okay?

You definitely knew him from somewhere, but you couldn’t quite place him. 

Still, your fingers reflexively gripped your keys. He glanced down at your hands, then took a step back and put his own hands up where you could see they were empty. 

“Oh, sorry! I didn’t mean to scare you.” He grinned a little, and shook his head. “I’m just completely lost and was wondering if you could help me. I didn’t bring my phone out tonight. Trying to live in the moment, you know?”

You swallowed, tasting the remnants of bile. Something about him, really--it was itching at the back of your scalp. Did he go to the same college? Maybe you saw him on campus. Or maybe he really had been at your friend’s house and you just didn’t remember. 

“Um,” you said. “Were you at the party?” 

He tilted his head a little, and smiled boyishly.

“Not quite.” 

Well, that wasn’t an answer. Your fingers loosened on the keys, though, as your heart rate returned to something like normal and you figured if he was going to try something, he’d have done it already. 

You blinked at him for a moment and then remembered what he said. “Oh! Uh, where were you trying to go? I can use my Google Maps if you want.”

It was hard to see from the streetlights, but you could swear there was a twinkle in his eye when you said that. Shit, maybe you were drunker than you thought. 

You fished your phone from your purse and after a few unsuccessful swipe attempts, brought up Google Maps. 

But… it wouldn’t load. That was weird. You didn’t have any bars--also weird--but you downloaded the local map just in case your 5G ever shit the bed. But the map wouldn’t load. It simply displayed a blank black and gray space in night time mode, refusing to let you bring up directions.

“Uhh,” you mumbled. “My phone is absolutely not working.” 

He didn’t look phased. He simply shrugged. “That’s okay. I actually live off Main Street, it’s one of those split houses… yellow and red and--”

“I know where that is!” You blurted. Then covered your mouth, messy lipstick and all. “I mean. If you want, I can walk you there. Unless you’d rather go alone, and I can just give you directions.” 

“You seem pleasant enough company,” is all he said. And you ought to have thought about that more, because it was a really strange way to phrase things, wasn’t it? But all you thought about was how creepily your night ended and how he looked pretty cute and maybe you could exchange phone numbers when you got to his place.

You walked, side by side, making idle conversation. He told you his name. You gave him yours. He said he liked your costume. You said you really liked his sweater, totally Halloweeny, and he seemed to genuinely appreciate the compliment. 

The streets felt more familiar the closer you got to Main Street, although there was still only the odd stray person or car slowly idling down the road. 

Anxiety still slept in the bottom of your stomach but you tried to ignore it. It wasn’t so bad, to talk to a good looking stranger now and then. Especially after what happened at the party. 

(Was it really your mom?)

You didn’t want to think about that. About mom. About whether or not her spirit was hanging around in some ghastly limbo, chastising you for finally playing with a Ouija board like everyone else had done for decades. 

Eventually, you were there, at the driveway of the old house that had been split into apartments like so many others a few years ago. You fumbled with your phone and were able to ask for his phone number, lips curled into a smile, when he spoke.

“Did something happen? At the party? Something unusual?” 

Your awkward smile fell. 

“Um.” It would be weird to tell him, right? Especially after seemingly hitting it off on the way home. You didn’t just tell strangers that you maybe encountered a real ghost while using a Ouija board after doing a few shots and drinking questionably spiked apple cider at a friend’s house. Did you? 

“No,” you lied. “Just a boring ol’ Halloween party, I guess.” 

“Ah,” he said slowly. “That’s a shame. I thought it might have been an interesting story.”

You suddenly felt stupid and lame and why would this cute guy want to give you his number, anyway? You were some drunk weirdo who walked him home and that was that. You mumbled some sort of farewell and began to walk off, eager to get home and get into your pajamas. 

“You know,” he said, and you stopped and turned to listen to him. Maybe he was going to give you his contact information, after all.  “You should be careful with Ouija boards, my sweetness. You don’t know what you might invite in.” 

Oh. For the second time that night, you felt like you were going to vomit.

“Why did you call me that?  How did you--you said you weren’t at the party.” 

“I wasn’t,” he said simply. “Not quite.” 

How did he know, how did he know, how did he know?

And this mystery man in his Halloween sweatshirt, with his blonde cornfield hair and some awful, unknowable answers in his expression, simply looked at you.

And smiled. 

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[looks-golden]

Bunch of Ducktales incorrect quotes

Violet: So, Dewey is no longer allowed to take the trash out at night.

Gosalyn : Why?

Violet: Because I've caught them trying to train raccoons to fight five times in a row.

Dewey, arms crossed and pouting: You'll be thanking me when the third raccoon battalion saves your ass.

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Violet: *holding a salt packet* It’s just a little sodium chloride.

Gosalyn : Actually Violet, it’s salt. Violet: That’s what I said, sodium chloride.

Gosalyn : Uh Violet, that would be salt.

Gosalyn : *takes salt packer from Violet* This is iodized table salt, which in addition to sodium chloride contains anti-caking agents and potassium iodate, which is added to prevent iodine deficiency. So not only are you being overly pretentious by insisting on using scientific terminology for everyday items, you are factually wrong. Your arrogance is your downfall, you annoying little shit.

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Lena: Nothing in life is free.

Violet: Love is free.

Huey : Knowledge is free.

Dewey: Friendship is free.

Gosalyn : Self-respect is free.

Webby: Everything's free if you don't pay for it. The Squad: ...

Huey : Webby, that's illegal-

Lena: No, let them finish!

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Gosalyn : If you took a shot for every time you made a bad decision, how drunk would you be?

Violet: Maybe a bit tipsy?

Huey : Drunk.

Dewey: Wasted.

Lena: Dead.

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Dewey: The best way to gain someone's undying loyalty is by saving them from a perilous situation.

Huey : So you're just gonna wait until Gosalyn is in danger and save them?

Dewey: Of course not, I'm going to create a situation that puts them in danger and then save them.

Huey : ...

Huey : You're insane.

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Lena: Hey, can we stay in your dorm tonight?

Gosalyn: Why?

Lena: Dewey fiddled with an ouija board and cursed ours.

Louie: Huey doesn't know how to banish spirits, so they just throw salt at them and yell "DOES THIS LOOK LIKE A HOTEL TO YOU?!"

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Webby: Where the devil is Lena?

Dewey: Well, it is raining outside... Maybe they melted?

Gosalyn: Shall I look outside for a pointy hat?

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Louie: Look guys, I need help.

Gosalyn: Love help?

Webby: Financial help?

Violet: Emotional help?

Lena: Help moving a body? *Everybody looks at Lena*

Lena: What?

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Webby: I can't believe you've done this.....

Lena: I'm sorry I didn't know-!

Webby, on the verge of tears: YOU CAN'T JUST BUY ME A GIFT OUT OF NOWHERE NOW I FEEL LIKE A HUGE ASSHOLE!

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*Dewey is cleaning the house and they find an empty bottle of orange juice*

Dewey: Clear orange juice?

Dewey: Oh, it's empty.

Huey, who has been watching the entire time: I live with an idiot. I live with an idiot. I live with an idiot.

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Dewey: Look, I know you think my judgement's clouded because I like Gosalyn a little bit.

Webby, holding Dewey's notepad: You doodled your wedding invitation.

Dewey: No, that's our joint tombstone.

Webby: My mistake.

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*Lena is casually searching around the room*

Gosalyn: Hey Lena, what’re you looking for?

Lena: My will to live.

*Webby walks into the room*

Lena: Oh, there it is.

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[icestar-74]

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!

"Come on Izaya. It'll be fun. A walk in a spooky grave yard?! You love to see what humans are into." Shizuo tried to psych Izaya up.

Izaya rolled his eyes at Shizuo. "You just want the free candy. Where did you even get these hats? They barely fit. Is this a costume? So lazy. You didn't even try. I mean what are we even supposed to be Shizu-chan?"

"Those stage guys with the canes! They're in the movies all the time. Shit...I forgot the canes." Shizuo looked at the candy bags. "Just come on before the good candy is gone."

"Fine, but I'm taking the Boo-tique bag." Izaya grabbed a bag. "And I want all the root beer barrels and black liquorice."

Shizuo picked up his bag. "Ew gross. No one even likes those."

They made their way to the grave walk. Supposedly at the end of the walk you get a ton of candy. Shizuo had found a flyer and he loved free sweets.

"Shizuo, your gripping my arm a lil tight." Izaya turned to look at him. "Are you ok?"

Shizuo swallowed. "Yeah. Just didn't think it was going to be this scary."

Izaya laughed. "Are you actually scared?"

"No." Shizuo snarled. "Shit! What was that?!" He jumped behind Izaya.

"Oh you made me drop my bag." Izaya looked disappointed. "I didn't hear anything. Come on we have to be at the end."

"I'm telling you I heard something." Shizuo spoke into Izaya's shoulder.

"Again, I'm telling you I didn't." Izaya tried to shake away.

A cracking sound came from the tomb stones.

"FUCK IT WE'RE DONE!" Shizuo grabbed Izaya's hand and started running.

"What about the candy?!" Izaya yelled.

"We'll just buy some!" Shizuo yelled back.

Once back home Izaya put an arm around Shizuo. "Shizuo, I've seen you fight a demon army. Why are you so afraid?"

Shizuo was panting. "I can punch...a demon....but....I can't....punch a ghost...."

Izaya burst out laughing then. "You are ridiculous! Come on, I'll buy you a whole trunk of candy."

Shizuo smiled up at him. "Really?"

"Yes, now let's go." Izaya grinned at him. "Before I pull out my Ouija Board."

[knockyasocksoff2022]

👻 The Haunted House - HS/Uni AU 🎃

Based on a cute prompt I saw somewhere. Sakunosuke (22) and Osamu (17) are brothers here. Chuuya is Fukumori's adopted son. Gifts are still present in this au. Saku and Osamu's parents were government spies with abilities of their own and they were killed overseas. Ango is (20).

This took way too long for me to write and I went off my original idea by miles but hey here we are, and this is kind of rushed because I just had this idea and wnated to write somthing. Also I know it's technically to early to be Halloween posting, but do you think I care? NO!

Yay for my first ever Odango fic and also my first halloween fic.

Ships: Odango & Soukoku & Fukumori & Shin Soukoku & Kosano, Ranpoe

Under the cut due to length (1,666 words)

Sakunosuke's Perspective

It was no accident that when my parents chose to move us here it was so close to the good universities. (Looking back on it now it's almost as if they knew that they would . . .)

But when they died of mysterious circumstances (they worked for the government and nobody would tell us exactly what happened), I decided I would stay home to care for Osamu, who was six at the time. 

But then when their will was read it was explicitly stated that both of us had to stay in school through uni or else we wouldn't get any inheritance. It didn't make any sense, if I had to leave for uni in seven years, who was going to care for Osamu?

Luckily when I got into uni it was close enough that I can drive home most weekends with no trouble. And our neighbours, an older couple, Yukichi and Rintarou Mori-san, watch over Osamu while I'm gone for the week. They have a daughter named Elise, a kid named Kyusaku, and a son named Chuuya who's in Osamu's grade. Plus Chuuya is Osamu's boyfriend.

I have a boyfriend as well, Sakaguchi Ango. He follows me into the house. 

We're a little early because we only have one afternoon class on Fridays so Osamu and Chuuya haven't been let out of school yet.

We get to work, filling my school bag with snacks and water and the ouija board, all in preparation for tonight's adventures.

You see, there's this old house that used to belong to some old mafia boss who passed away from illness a few years ago. The property has fallen into decay ever since, and since it's Halloween Osamu begged us to come with him and have a big camp out inside. Because that's like the smartest thing ever.

It's fine, it's not like we have anything else to do. Akiko and Koyou are having a girls only sleepover and Ranpo and Edgar are do a true crime/ghost adventures marrathon (no thank you). If I had to guess Nathaniel is handing out flyers about resisting the devil to innocent kids who had the unfortuante idea to try and trick or treat at his house, and Howard is asleep.

Besides, it's not dangerous, and Ango and I will be able to say we made out in a haunted house.

We hear the keys rattle, and childishly Ango and I duck behind the sofa. 

When we hear footsteps entering the kitchen we jump out. "Trick or Treat!!!"

"AHHH! What the ever loving Jesus?"

"Huh?" I'm just as confused as the kid who just jumped a metre in the air. They're pale with perfectly divided lavender and white hair down to his hips, and they're hiding behind a tall boy who's even more of a bean pole than Osamu.

"Calm yourself, Sigma." He has an unmistakable Russian accent. He turns to Osamu, "This is your brother?"

"Fuck you, Saku." Osamu flips me off with a smile in lieu of an answer. I ruffle his hair and he hugs me. I tug at the bandages over his eye playfully.

"What happened there?"

He doesn't answer. 

"He ran into a pole." Chuuya explains. 

Ango raises an eyebrow behind his owl like glasses. "Okay, I doubt that, but anyways . . ."

"Cool, Osamu never mentioned having siblings!" Another boy steps forward with his hand outstretched, his handshake is firm and he shakes harder and faster than is necessary. His white plait shakes with the motion and his small top hat threatens to slip off his head but doesn't.

"I'm Nikolai! Can you guess where I just moved from?" The boy for some reason reminds me of a circus troupe member. He pronounces his name with a heavy accent but the rest of the words are almost accent free.

"Umm . . ."

Nikolai looks at the other Russian boy, as if telling him something silently.

"Five more seconds." The boy says in a bored monotone. It takes me a second and I realise he must be translating. Nikolai must have practised the first line to say it in Japanese, how cute.

Hmm, if he's asked me to guess, maybe he isn't russian. Ah, why am I taking this so seriously? Whatever!

" . . . Russia." I guess.

"Nope. Wrong. You lose." the boy translates again in monotone. I suppress a laugh, not wanting to seem rude.

"He moved here from Ukraine on Monday. But he speaks Russian so Fyo's helping him learn Japanese." Osamu explains

"You speak very well already Nikolai-kun." 

Nikolai beams, "Thank you for the compliment, but Fedya is the one to thank for all his work, he's been teaching me so well. Fedya's such a good teacher." 

"Yeah, count on Mackerel here, to invite the weird Russian kids to our camp out." Chuuya scoffs and pulls Osamu closer. My brother doesn't say anything for a moment. Then he gestures to the tallest of the russians.

"This is Fyodor, the one I've told you about. He moved here from Russia last year."

"Oh, yeah, you've mentioned him."

"How have you been liking Japan?" Ango asks

"It's a bit hot but on the whole a quaint place." he says it like he's reading from a travel blog written by the people who write instruction manuals.

This time neither I nor Ango can stifle our laughter. It is objectively true, Japan is alot smaller than Russia.

Chuuya points to the kid with the two toned hair, "This is Sigma, nobody really knows where they came from, they kind of just appeared when we were grade 7. This is the first time we've brought them over. They're five by the way, so no swearing tonight."

"Shut up!" Sigma shoves Osamu who's still firmly anchored to Chuuya, and doesn't move.

Chuuya's shoulders shake with laughter and he pats Osamu's shoulders to congratulate him on the tease.

"Alright, we've got snacks, water and that stupid book Kunikida bought for Osamu's birthday last year, about catching ghosts."

"Koonikida? The idealist? Hmm, and I thought he was allergic to fun. It's good, maybe Osamu is rubbing off on him." Nikolai giggles maniacally.

"So is everyone coming then?" Fyodor sounds less than pleased.

"Nope, Kunikida says he has to study, he joined some group with some of the American transfer students, Meg and Louisa, at least that means we're seeing less of him." Chuuya emphasises the word study to show exactly what he thinks of the slightly older boy, "It's fine with me. Think about it surrounded by girls and yet, at this point he should just find himself a boyfriend. It's those "ideals" of his, I'm telling you. He shared a few with us once . . ." he shivers theatrically, "My ears are scared now. John said this whole thing was lame, but he's really just being a coward. Atsushi and Ryu finally got the courage to ask each other out, they're having a sleepover. And Kenji invited Kyouka to go trick or treating in his village. They left this morning."

Everyone nods.

"So, you got supplies?" he asks me

"Yup!"

We all look out the window to the street where the sun's light is beginning to get softer and night is bleeding its way across the sky, smudging the blue with black until the whole canvas is covered.

"Well, it's starting to get dark. We should leave now." Ango hands me the bag and we set off.

The walk is far but it passes quickly with the chatter of the group. Chuuya and my brother stayed in the back. I notice Osamu hasn't said much of anything but that isn't too unusual for him.

When we get to the decrepit old building it looks like the inspiration for all the haunted houses I've ever seen. The yard is full of broken or rusted lawn ornaments and ivy covers the crumbling wood siding of the house.

When we walk to the front door I look back and do a quick head count. Everyone's here. And Osamu is wearing Chuuya's jacket. He shivers even though the night is warm.

"Awww, are you cold Osamu?" I tease my brother who clings to his boyfriend.

Chuuya shoves me back gently and rolls his eyes, "Oi, lay off, he's sick." 

Oh. That must be why he's been so quiet. And now that I think about it he does look paler than normal.

"Aww, did you catch the sniffles?"

"Shut up, I'll cough on you Saku, don't think I won't."

We all laugh at the quiet violence in his voice. I'll admit he even scares me sometimes but he's clearly in no condition to do anything. 

"Did any of you pack medicine, or am I expected to do everything round here?" Ango asks the question I'd just been thinking.

"We're not dumb, yeah I have some stuff in my bag. My dad is a doctor, remember?"

"Yeah, Saku. I'll be fine, let's gooooo already." he draws out the go with exaggerated boredom.

"Yay, LET'S GOOO! Yippie!" Nikolai jumps up and down until Fyodor forces him to stay put with a gentle hand on his shoulder.

Osamu shoves me and I shove back, then we step inside. 

"Bet you can't make it all night, eh, Sigma?" I hear Chuuya say to the kid who honestly looks a little terrified.

"O-of c-ourse I can." Then under his breath, "Why do I go along with these idiots?"

This is going to be the most interesting Halloween we've had so far, that's for sure.

(A/N: Yes, I did remember now that Ango is his surname and I may change it but couldn't think of a cute nickname Oda would have for him and I didn't feel like typing Sakaguchi out a bunch of times.)

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i love children who decide on a tour with a particularly quiet group that they are going to be my hype man. this is usually either a teenage girl or an elementary school boy.

today it was a little boy in a celtics jersey who followed me around like a little duck the whole tour and had overdramatic reactions to everything i said, including frequently nodding and saying "so true, bro."

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TATTOO TOUR

Begining with the face, the moon is my first tattoo ever i was 18. On the side of my face its written LOVELESS. And then i have a small heart on my ear.

On the other side we have the alchemist symbol of the arsenic, a deadly poison cause im toxic as fuck and next to it we can see a beautiful symbol of DEATH.

On my throath we have a beautiful heart made od barbed wire cause my emotions are fucked up. But the key to unlock those kind of problem are to talk about it, so the key is under my jaw.

After we have my magnificent underboob with a cute coffin and some designs that are similar to gothic church. On my ribs there are a tattoo that I dont like at all, the head of the bird is horrendous and the flowers looks too alive. I will cover it up with something far more creepy.

Now on my left arm we can see multiples artwork from the phenomenal american painter MICHAEL HUSSAR: The Red King, The Beatten None and The Clown with the hat of this famous serial killer JOHN WAYNE GACY. In the middle of this arm you can see a strawberry with multiple nails stabbin' her coming from this meaning of mine when i was 16ish: strawberry misfortune. After that we have the portrait of TED BUNDY and JEFFREY DAHMER with two chrysanthemum, one red for ted, one purple for jeff. On my wrist there is the sigil of LUCIFER.

On my right arm we have the portrait of EDMUND KEMPER with other gothic church design and thorns. A nice skull and GHOST GIRL writing above the elbow.

Right hand and fingers tattoo: whole with stairs, a fly, a spider web, a knife, a broken bone, the mask of FRANK, the man-bunny in DONNIE DARKO.

Left hand and fingers tattoo: HELTER SKELTER, SCREAM mask, a VHS tape, a satanic church, two candles symbolism of AS ABOVE SO BELOW, a crystal and an eye (that i hate).

On the knees (the pain holy shit) THE DEVIL & DEATH.

Right leg, ART from TERRIFIER done on Halloween 2022. A OUIJA board and a ghost also did on halloween but years before.

Left leg: a witch also did on a Halloween night (its one of my tradition) and my mom have the same hat tattooed on her shoulder. An ulgy flower made by me when i was high. Another ouija board made by an apprentice so i could tattoo her too and a mini bender from futurama made in a dive bar while being so damn drunk.

And this lil heart in my booty made by stic and poke by a random girl i've met at 2am at the bar, she bring me and my friend to her place, drank and snorted more, she tatooed me but then got mad at my friend and then we left lol Et voilà my tattoo tour hope u enjoyed it

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