#pretty pretty pretty ghoulie

[freaky-flawless]

Wanted to practice the Mh style, so here's a few OCs!

I don't have a lot of info about them yet, but they're all students at New Salem University.

(Image Description: Digital drawing of three monster girls drawn in the Monster High style. The first one is a vampire with long curly pink hair with a heart shaped cowlick at the top. She has dark brown skin, red eyes, and a slender curvy body type. She's wearing a white long sleeved cropped shirt with a matching mini skirt lined with baby pink fur and white shoes with pink heart shaped heels and white angle wings on the straps. "Fangel Bloodson" is written underneath her.

The second is a shorter demon character with short bright orange curly hair, dark pink skin, bright aqua green eyes, a heart shaped tail, and big horns on her head curling inwards to form a heart shape. She's wearing cropped black tank top beneath a dark burgundy super cropped sweatshirt and ripped cuffed blue jeans. She has on black and silver heels and various silver piercings and eye make-up. Beneath her is written "Demonique Hellfire".

The last is a tall demon with bright red skin, short platinum blonde hair and dark brown eyes. She has two short curved horns on her head and a long triangle shaped tail. She's wearing a cropped black tank top with "666" written in dark red across the chest, black biker shorts, an oversized blue dress shirt, and strappy black heels with pentagrams in the middle of them. "Luci Ferguson" is written beneath her.)

[forlorn-crows]

y'all

BABY GHOUL??

[mothmanchronicler]

it's such a background thing, but i'm surprised people don't use the "teen serpent hype house" in fics more often. you know the one they stole from the ghoulies and then renovated into a tiny whyte wyrm ???

[theotheradversary]

Update, for the above and more importantly the below.

No. Angels have been talked about waaaaay too much on Tumblr. They're crazy af, no wonder people are drawn to them. They're also the only (mostly) otherworldly beings described in the usual holy writs.

So..... Back to demons and the other religions texts. Yeah? Woo? We go back there yes? I got distracted. Forgive me fellow ghoulies and fiddly bits.

Hopefully I'll have something by this time next week. I know what i have to read and what i need to translate and attempt to grasp.... So it's just a matter of doing that.

Bye for now?

Edit: It would help if i have my work space, The Lab, up and running. Which should be all going in 3 days at the latest. I've ignored these major, difficult systems for too long. So, since Saturday I've been making great strides in the creation of "The Beast" and towards "The small vpn to connect to my network" plug and play for mum. So she can access my media and other fun things.

She can't handle the tech stuff anymore, so this is the best way for me to give her access to the newer, fun stuff.

I think I'll even get her to try VR! I'm kinda giddy about that eventuality. She's 62, work until she drops kinda person... so I'm working with limited time here. Just got to get her prescription details so she can use it.. she requires bifocals at home and uses glasses in general. So, can't have that being a barrier for her. I'd really love if she can experience VR. At least once. I'd even go as far as somehow buy and get it ready for her. Just to use once. It would be... Sigh. I'm tearing up at the idea. I really want to share that with her.

Anyways. Currently rambling about something random.

First, The Lab.

Second, Research.

Third, Reading.

Fourth, Translating (or reading accepted true to intention (with variation/foot notes).

Finally 5th, post about Daemons.

By next week. No joke. This is something my heart and gut is telling me that this is what will make me happy and will bring others happiness.

Later gators! Mwah!.... Love me plz

[dex-starr]

I’m in my phase of being in love with fighting games where I just spend hours in the lab

god falling on the LABrat moniker was a gift

[chaoswarfare]

do x dc prompt #44

The JL are all out of options. this summoning is their last chance to get rid of the creature destroying the country and easily fending off their strongest allies.

The eldritch horror melts out of the chalk lines and looms over the heroes in charge of summoning it. The Ghost King, Ruler of the dead. Their last chance.

They ask for assistance, waiting on baited breath the creature’s demands.

“Wacky, poggers my dude. That’s pretty unfun, i gotchu tho. I’ll skedaddle and knock the ghoulie on his ass for ya.“

“no deals or repayment? he must be lying, you all know you can’t trust fae without specific contracts-“

“no cap, true that. i’m just cooler than that.”

And just like that, he disappeared from the circle with a quiet pop to take care of the problem.

Apparently the king of the dead talks like the worst combination of all american slang ever.

[cursedonyx]

Hogwarts Legacy Characters React to Being in a Haunted House Attraction

Sebastian Sallow

This boy doesn’t know the meaning of the word fear. Not in the sense of ghosties and ghoulies, anyway. He’s more frightened of things that can actually hurt, like Anne’s curse and Solomon’s abuse. Considering he willingly sought out tombs and catacombs to explore that are full of inferi, a haunted house is a walk in the park for this ballsy lad. He might jump if a scare actor pops up but then he’ll laugh and tell them ‘you got me!’ He treats the whole thing as a game and relishes any puzzles he comes across. He’s most often found joking with Ominis about everything, but this is partly because he's extremely protective of his best friend. Even though he knows he’s more than capable, he’ll keep an eye on him all the same.

Sebastian absolutely wants to go again the second he’s out, and might complain if he’s not allowed.

Ominis Gaunt

Shockingly, none of the visual scares work on our prince of snakes, and he soon gets used to the cacophony of spooky noises that surround him, they don’t bother him. He does find it a bit disorienting if there’s a lot of noise, and though he complains that he’s bored or finds it pointless, a very well-placed sound-effect will have him leap Scooby-Doo style into the closest person’s arms. He’s grossed out if he has to touch anything nasty and will avoid it at all costs. Everyone follows him through the hall of mirrors because to him, it’s just a hall.

He does end up enjoying it more than he’ll admit out loud, because after growing up in the house he did, what true fear can be found in a haunted house? It’s nice to be scared safely around his friends.

Garreth Weasley

Similarly to Sebastian, Garreth has a good time in haunted houses, but he’s very easily startled or spooked. He’s the first to scream at a jumpscare and he’s absolutely terrified of anything resembling a scary white lady with long black hair. He can and will bolt if he sees this. To cover his nerves, he makes loud, crass jokes and puns, which will either help calm everyone down or piss them off.

He and Sebastian might get into a dick-swinging contest about who’s the least scared, but when Seb suggests they go through alone, Garreth is not keen, but he’ll do it if he’s sufficiently egged-on, and he will shit bricks. It’s harder to be brave when there’s no one to show off for.

Leander Prewett

Leander is the type to boast about how ‘not scary’ these types of attractions are when he’s in the queue, but the moment he’s inside, he’s holding onto Garreth’s hand for dear life and more often than not is hiding his face in the back of Garreth’s shirt. Credit to him, he’ll go through the whole haunted house, but it’ll take a lot for him to actually feel brave enough to peek at his surroundings. He’ll probably regret it, because with Leander’s luck, he’s going to come face to face with something terrifying. The only time he’ll not cling onto Garreth like a life-raft is if he’s in there with people who are more frightened than he is – seeing other people more scared than him brings out the true Gryffindor bravery in him and he’ll lead them through, even if he needs a very strong drink afterwards.

Amit Thakkar

Perhaps surprisingly, Amit loves haunted houses. He knows they’re all pretend and are full of actors, not actual things trying to kill him, so to him they’re very much a game, a way to experience danger without actually being in danger. He’ll still shriek like a banshee at every little thing and might even run away at times, but the only thing he’ll outright refuse to do is crawl through a small space. He’ll have to be immobilised and pulled through if the group comes across one, because he absolutely will not do it under his own steam.

Andrew Larson

He’s a nervous giggler, and is cackling pretty much all the way through. He feels safest if he can hold onto someone and will probably form a chain with Garreth and Leander. That said, he’s not above taking advantage of how unnerved everyone is and he might try a few of his own scares, like running his fingers over the back of someone’s neck and pretending he didn’t, or blowing puffs of air on someone. He’s not particularly subtle and will probably be caught out quite quickly, but he’s such a sweetheart that everyone forgives him.

Duncan Hobhouse

Similarly to Leander, Duncan will boast to everyone that haunted houses don’t scare him, but he’ll only boast about that when there’s no chance of him being within fifty miles of one. He’ll come up with all sorts of excuses to avoid going, but if he’s forced, he’s going to be bawling from the moment he sets foot inside. Chances are he won’t make it to the end and has to be rescued by the staff before he has a full-on meltdown. Ominis, naturally, will take every opportunity to scare him more and make him leave so he can enjoy the rest of the attraction in relative peace. One could term this cruel, if it wasn’t for the fact that Duncan had been planning to do the exact same thing but meaner to Ominis until his cowardice got the better of him.

Natsai Onai

Natty can take or leave a hunted house. She enjoys the experience, but she’s had one too many scares in her life to take any real enjoyment out of being deliberately scared for fun. What she likes is the camaraderie with her friends as they all go through together, and she’ll be the first to make fun of herself for screaming at a spider when an axe-wielding maniac is chasing them down a hallway.

She’s also a bit of a mum-friend – if someone’s really struggling, she’ll do her best to comfort them and show them that haunted houses aren’t that scary, so she’ll probably be part of the chain with Garreth, Leander and Andrew. She’ll hum nursery-rhymes from her childhood when she gets nervous, and the others find this both endearing and comforting.

Poppy Sweeting

This little hellion will scare the actors. Poppy is a feral nutbucket and she delights in the chaos of the average haunted house. She will happy charge ahead by herself, shriek and wail at the actors to make them back off then go running back to the group with a huge grin on her face. On occasion, Garreth might pick her up and point her at something particularly scary, like a whirling-limbs-shield.

Poppy’s laughter is genuine in a haunted house. She loves the décor, the aesthetic, and the efforts the actors put in, and her enthusiasm is infectious. She and Sebastian will probably run off ahead together at some point, find some masks or bandages, then jump out and scare their friends.

She will actively try to save any real spiders she finds, and chances are her pockets will be full of them when she leaves.

Imelda Rayes

Imelda will probably affect great boredom going through a haunted house, complaining loudly about how dull everything is. She’s got a keen eye and great reactions, so she’ll probably spot a scare coming a mile off, most of the time. A skeleton would pop out and she’d yawn and go ‘seen it before!’ but then she’d turn around and come face to face with a scare she wasn’t expecting and scream the place down. Being used to yelling across a quidditch pitch, Imelda’s screams are quite something to behold, and Ominis learns very quickly not to stand too close to her for fear of going deaf.

Once out, Imelda will be the one giving a blow-by-blow of what happened inside, laughing with everyone about which bits scared whom and doing impressions of everyone’s reactions.

Masterlist

[mellaithwen]

You know what's sad? We never got bucks reaction to the pumpkin ghosts bobby, may and harry made for him

you are SO RIGHT anon. I love halloween shenanigans :) aND SINCE IT'S SUNDAY, and @thekristen999 and @rewritetheending tagged me in seven several sentence Sunday - have some pumpkin fun 🎃

After their long shift the joke's getting a little old, but Buck can't help but be pretty impressed at the sheer volume of painted "ghost" pumpkins that have been scattered all around the station. They were in the gym, and in the kitchen. They were piled up on either side of the television, and one had even been balanced on the nose of the dalmatian statue that sat in the corner of the loft.

"Poor Purdy," Buck had muttered when he spotted it, moving the pumpkin to sit at the dog's feet, instead of blocking her eye-line, before pretending to give the frozen figure scritches under her chin for being a good-girl (much to Eddie’s fond amusement).

After lunch Buck had found tiny gourds hidden in the ball-pockets of the pool table, and even more lined up above the lockers. Some were just white with big black eyes that seemed to follow you around the room; others had gaping mouths, toothless and wide, but Buck’s favourites had to be the ones with the teeny-tiny smiles that he has a feeling May had penned.

(The decorations in the shower didn’t last long in the steam; the white paint had quickly dripped away to reveal the orange pumpkin flesh underneath, and Chimney had been quick to compare it to a scene in Indiana Jones….)

Towards the end of the evening, Buck didn't even blink at finding a handful more of the pumpkin ghoulies lying in the bed he usually crashed on in the bunk room. Instead, he just thought about the time Bobby, May, Harry and the rest of the 118 had put into the prank. The thought, the effort they'd put into the harmless game, and it only made Buck grin wider at the warm feeling he had building in his chest.

And so what, if a few hours later there was a picture in the group chat of Buck cuddling with a seasonal squash while he slept? It was a small price to pay for family.

hehe not sure where that came from but I’ll tag @henswilsons @homerforsure @princessfbi @lovebuck @like-the-rest-of-la @renecdote @hopeintheashes @littlespoonevan @fcntasmas @nymika-arts @kananjarus @bigfootsmom and @shortsighted-owl 🎃 (ignore me if you’ve been tagged already though my loves!)

[rebelliousstories]

Ten Thousand Candles

Kiss Me You Animal

Relationship: Cooper “The Ghoul” Howard x Zylia “The Freak” Shelley

Fandom: Fallout

Request: No

Warnings: Fluff, Strong Language, Mentions of Death and Killing

Word Count: 711

Main Masterlist: Here

Fallout Masterlist: Here

//Chapter Two//

Kiss Me You Animal Masterlist: Here

Summary: Cooper is not too sure if he is impressed or fed up with this new girl. Probably both.

Have you ever seen someone who just looks like if you say the wrong thing, no matter how small, they would hurt you and everyone in the immediate vicinity? That was Cooper Howard right now. He was tearing through the town faster than a bat out of hell, trailing after a girl. Why was he following this girl? Because just a few minutes ago they met, as she stole his bounty that she was now cashing in on.

Walking into town, he just caught the trail of the unearthly colored hair disappearing into the shop where the bounty originated. He gritted his teeth, and waited outside until she was to return. Cooper found a rocking chair, and waited. He was a patient man, and that was being put to the test as he sat there. Most people passed by him without so much as a glance, but others took one look at him and scurried away. It did not much matter to him anymore. He had two hundred years to come to terms with his new state.

Seeing her white hair come through the door, he took note and noticed her shoving something in her bag. He stood up slowly, marching his way up to her while she was distracted.

“Well, gotta say, sure as shit been a long time since someone stole my bounty from right under me.” Howard drawled, almost jovial in his speech. The woman’s head whipped up to see The Ghoul in front of her once more.

“Maybe you shouldn’t be so slow then, Ghoulie.” She teased, finding joy in annoying him.

“I wasn’t slow,” he growled, “you were just a sneaky little minx who can’t keep her sticky fingers away from what’s not hers.” Cooper stepped closer to the woman, assessing whether or not he needed to draw his gun. But she just laughed.

“That ain’t how I remember it.” The still unknown woman got even closer to Cooper, and toyed with the edge of his jacket. He snatched it away, and stepped away with a flourish.

“Now, only time Imma tell you. Give me the caps that you got paid for my bounty, and we’ll be on our way.” His hand rested on his pistol while the other was outstretched.

“And if I don’t give you my caps for my bounty?” She replied, brushing a hand through her hair nonchalantly.

“I’d hate to kill someone as pretty as you now darlin’.” Cooper smiled, and hoped she would do the right thing. As she stood there, contemplating, The Ghoul was steadily losing his patience. She came closer and closer to his outstretched gloved hand, until it was resting right against her stomach. Sifting through her bag, she placed a singular bottle cap in his hand and closed his fingers around it.

“For you troubles. Name’s Zylia, by the way. Next time don’t be so slow.” The now named woman patted Cooper on the shoulder, and began to walk away from him. However, he had different plans. Howard stood there with the cap in his hand, and a million thoughts running through his head. Pocketing the cap, he turned to where Zylia was walking away.

“Do you have a death wish?” He called, making her stop for a brief moment. Even from all this distance, the pink eyes she held pierced his very soul.

“Maybe. What’s it to you?” Zylia responded, toying with a strand of hair.

“Do you know who I am?” Cooper questioned again, fully turning his body to face her.

“No. Should I?” Once more, his patience was being tested. Cooper moved his duster out of the way and rested a hand on his pistol that was still holstered.

“Little girl, I’m really not in the mood for this. Give me the caps.” He repeated, fully ready for a shoot out.

“Little girl? Well, I might be little, but not young enough to be a girl. I’m just gonna be on my way if that’s alright with you, Ghoul.” Again, Zylia turned around and began to walk away from the man. He chuckled softly, before drawing his pistol and aiming it at the girl.

It all happened in a flash, but the sound was one that was an everyday occurrence in the Wastelands.

Bang!

[satans-knitwear]

calling all vampires!! these thighs are soooooo warm and juicy and biteable!!!! tell ur other vampire buddies too!! 🧛🦇

Treat me ~ Tip Me ~ More of me

[wowhead]

and all the ghoulies say i'm pretty fly for a wight guy

[1-800-cr33py]

SILENT NIGHTS

A/N: hello ghoulies resident mom over this blog, aka Mod888, and I’d like to thoroughly apologize for our lack of posting. My health hasn’t been the best as of late and with schooling piling up on both of us, we thought we should take a break in order to push out content we’re both happy with! Please enjoy and forgive me as this is it’s been a while. ~ Mod888

CW: HABIT an Evan are dicks ngl, sub!afab!reader, reader isn’t ,human (ngl this might be a second part to Forelsket), choking, spanking, slight bondage, spit kink, slight size kink

his hand was cold as it crept up your throat, the calloused fingers mopping out your jugular with light touches, a stark contrast to the hand buried in your hair, scratching at your scalp with blunt nails. It would almost be comforting if not for your current…position. Your knees would surely be aching and bruised in the morning, but you couldn’t, more akin to wouldn’t complain, not like you could with Evan’s cold hand now clamped over your lips.

“ you know, I think I like you better when you’re quiet bun. It’s so much better when you’re not running that bratty fucking mouth. “ Evan, or what was masquerading around New Jersey as him, gave a loose grin as he worked his fingers into your scalp. Some might wonder why you stayed, and the answer was simple really. Evan dicked you down better than anyone else.

you fought against biting his finger, you really did. it was honestly a sad sight, you beneath Evan with one hand wrapped around your throat almost daring you to move without his word to. The image the mirror reflected had you rubbing your thighs together, aching for the least bit of friction. Evan laughed, a sharp, mocking sound from his chest. He knew you liked this, you liked him taking your breath away, like the way his hands looked wrapped around your pretty throat that’d been marked seven ways to Sunday with hickies and bite marks. You liked everything he gave to you. The hand around your throat retreated, not without protest from you, though you found your pouting cut short as Evan worked you upon the bed by your head; gentler tugs as stalked around your body. There was a brief moment after your body hit the plush blanket below, and an even briefer moment before your hazy min could register Evan’s body atop of your’s. His chapped lips pressed against your neck as his calloused hands found their home grazing your legs.

“ I know baby, I know how bad you wan’ it right? “ Evan purred into your neck, his breath tickled. He was right about you wanting it, wanting him. You nodded as best as you could, shifting and squirming beneath him. Against you sopping core, you could feel the bulge of his cock. Evan’s shallow thrusts against you made it so much harder to stay quiet, your whines and moans making your lover laugh against your throat. “ Oh baby you’re being so good, tired of being a goddamn brat now that you fucking want something huh? “ you keened as Evan’s hand made it’s way towards your cunt. Evan chuckled as he continued his assault on you delicate neck, before rising to click his tongue. “ Oh no baby, if you want something you have to ask you know that! “ he bellowed. You, deprived of what you ached so badly for whined. Well, cried actually, fat tears welled in your eyes as you blabbered, yet your begging fell upon deaf ears as Evan continued to drag his fingers against your slit, reminding you he’d never willingly give anyone anything, and that included you.

A/N: This is lazy and rushed. I’m sleepy and dealing with family right now so please excuse this horrid thing.

[rmoonstoner]

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Poisoned Empanadas

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Pairing:

Jake Lockley x fem!spider reader

Miguel O'hara x fem!spider reader

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18+

Warnings:

Violence, strong language, mentions of death, possibility of people dying, mentions of depression, sexual themes, smut, whump, love triangle, love competition, warnings will change as the story develops.

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Summary:

You get bad news on your anniversary. Jake is moving away, and he ends the relationship. He does it to keep you safe, or so he says, but you know there's another woman. You don't know who it is. He had come home on too many occasions smelling like hard liquor, jasmine, and cinnamon, a scent you didn't wear. You would find hair on his dirty clothes in the wash bin that wasn't yours or his. Every time you confronted him, he said it was for his undercover job for some powerful guy, and he always had women in his cabs after the bars let out on nights he used his cab for stakeouts. Like was he supposed to refuse rides to paying customers? His excuse was his proximity to others, and he assured you he never strayed.

You didn't believe him.

That still didn't explain the suggestive stains in underwear he never wore around you, which you washed for him. It didn't explain why he would fuck off for days or weeks at a time, and he never would tell you where he went, or what he was doing. He never sent you texts, emails, or letters. He never checked in, and just showed up unannounced, fully expecting to be let back into your life without question.

And you let him, every Goddamn time, because, when he was actually around, he treated you so well. Like a Goddess. He lavished you with expensive gifts and took care of your basic necessities. He had paid for the house you lived in, and the car you drove. You let him, because you loved him.

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Chapter 1 - Empanada Gallega

Chapter 2 - Empanadas de Santa Rita

Chapter 3 - Empanadas Chilenas

Chapter 4 - A (18+) - Empanadas de Manzana

Chapter 4 - B (18+ mild) - Fast Food Dessert Type Empanadas

Chapter 5 - Pizza Rolls Global

Chapter 6 - Panades Belize

Chapter 7 (18+) - Empanadas de Cordero, Balearic Islands, Spain

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

(Yeah, I know it was just at 8, before, and I still haven't released chapter 4 yet... 👀 I just keep spiraling and writing more and more.)

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Special AU one-shot chapter for Kinktober 2023:

Doggy Style - 18+ Smut

Pairing:

Spider-Man 2099 Miguel O'Hara x Spider!Fem!Reader

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[ticklishraspberries]

Movies Make Ticklers More Creative (Billy/Stu)

Summary: A bad horror film leaves Stu seeking entertainment in other forms, at the expense of Billy. (Thank you to the person who suggested I use the film Ghoulies as the movie in this fic!! Here is a YouTube link to the tickle scene in this movie, it is...Something for sure!! I haven’t seen the whole movie btw, just that clip as well as reading a few articles about it, so sorry if I’ve gotten any of the lore wrong. Regardless, it has an 8% on Rotten Tomatoes, so...)

As usual, Stu’s parents aren’t home, and he is filling the silence with the sounds of beer cans cracking open, hands rustling in the bowl of popcorn, girlish screams from the television speakers, and Billy’s commentary from the couch beside him.

After making their way through all the classic horror films, the boys have resorted to watching whatever they can find, whether they end up being fantastic deep cuts, or they absolutely suck, but joking about it makes it worth the watch.

Tonight’s movie is proving to be the latter. It’s a film called “Ghoulies” from ‘85, and it’s…Well, it’s keeping them entertained, for sure, but there is nothing disturbing (nor inspiring) about it. The scares are cheap, and the dialogue is atrocious.

Billy comments that the main chick, Donna, is kind of hot. Stu hums in agreement, but his heart isn’t quite in it. When the guy takes her out by the lake, though, their interests are piqued. This should be the part where Donna loses her chance of becoming the final girl, where she loses her virginity to the first schmuck who tries, and both the teens die a terrible death for daring to engage in premarital sex.

But that’s not what happens at all. Sure, it’s PG-13, but they were expecting at least a little action. But no, Donna and Mark stay fully-clothed and…Well, Stu snorts out a laugh as the kid starts tickling her instead of trying to bang her.

“This might be the worst movie that we’ve ever watched,” Billy says. His tone is deadpan, but there’s a smirk tugging on his lips.

“Oh, by far,” Stu agrees. “It’s not scary, and it’s not sexy. You can be missing one, but not both.”

Donna on screen is shrieking, begging Mark to stop tickling her. The scene feels eternally long, and since the screaming is that of laughter rather than fear, it feels much more ear-splitting than usual.

Stu looks over and sees Billy’s face screwed up in annoyance, and that sort of moping will just not do. Sure, the film sucks, but is good company not enough to make the guy happy?

“What a way to seduce a girl, eh?” Stu says, trying to crack some jokes and lighten the mood. “Tatum would nail me in the balls if I tried that.”

Billy just exhales through his nose in amusement, and Stu decides that isn’t enough.

“I mean, dude’s got no game. What did he say to her?”

“In the creepy voice? I dunno, I think he called her a little girl though, which is fucking weird.”

“Gross. She seems to like him, though. Maybe we should be taking notes,” Stu says, placing his beer down on the coffee table. They’re basically ignoring the movie by now, and he’s overcome with the strange desire to touch his best friend in that moment, to make him laugh like the girl in the movie, and that weird-ass scene gave him perfect inspiration on how to do so.

He and Billy have been friends since middle school, and Stu’s seen sides of him that no one else has. He’s pretty sure he’s the only person who has ever seen Billy cry, other than his parents. He’s the only person that knows Billy used to be scared of the dark, or that his mom had to sleep in his bed with him until he was ten because of that fear.

And, of course, he knows about the more fucked up shit that goes on in Billy’s head. He’s seen it first hand.

Stu also knows that Billy is ticklish, something he found out by accident and rarely used to his advantage, because last time he tried, he’d ended up with a pretty gnarly bruise on his jaw. But the risk seems worth it at that moment, so Stu takes his chances.

“Quit looking so miserable. The movie is shit, but I’m not,” Stu teases. Trying to mimic the weird, high-pitched voice the guy in the movie had adopted, he continues. “Cheer up, little boy!”

He reaches out a hand and prods at Billy’s stomach, which makes Billy shove at his hand with a suppressed huff of laughter.

“Fuck off,” he says.

Stu does not fuck off. Instead, he scoots closer on the couch, effectively trapping Billy between the arm of the couch and his body, and continuing to wiggle his long fingers against Billy’s stomach.

The light of the television illuminates Billy’s scrunched up expression, trying to hold back his laugh and seem pissed at Stu’s immaturity, but it only lasts a few moments before the bright, boyish giggles that are so unlike his personality come spilling out.

Stu grins in triumph. Billy’s actually sort of adorable when you get him like this: Guard down, acting his age, letting loose. He squirms like a fish on a hook, and Stu has to dodge his flailing limbs. His hair falls messily into his face, his cheeks look flushed.

“I’m gonna fuckin’ kill you—” he grits out, but it doesn’t sound intimidating at all.

“No you won’t,” Stu replies. “You’d miss me too much.”

Billy lets out a noise somewhere between a growl and a whine, before dissolving into laughter again as Stu’s fingers dance up his sides. It isn’t until his ribs become a target that Billy truly fights back, grabbing at Stu’s wrists and trying to shove his hands away.

Stu takes that as a sign to back off, because although it was a risk he willingly took, leaving this without injury is still the preferable outcome. He watches with a grin as Billy catches his breath, arms wrapped protectively around his middle.

“You’re an asshole,” Billy says.

“I know,” Stu replies.

Their eyes meet for a moment, and Stu feels his face flush for reasons he isn’t quite ready to confront.

By the time they look back up at the screen, Mark and Donna are dead and they’ve completely lost track of the plot. Neither of them are complaining, because it was a fucking dumb plot to begin with. Leaving the crushed cans and empty bowl behind, the two boys climb the stairs and crash into Stu’s bed for the night, a common occurrence that somehow feels different this time, like something between them has shifted, just enough to make Stu’s heart skip a beat when Billy falls asleep with his face pressed into Stu’s shoulder.

Like this, he looks innocent. He looks beautiful.

Stu makes a mental note to research other horror films with tickle scenes in them, just in case he needs an excuse to hear that giggle again. Even if the movies suck, spending time with Billy is worth all the shitty scares in Hollywood.

[nastyburger]

💀 SAM MOURNER PLAYLIST- THE NEVERENDING FUNERAL 💀

Ghouly | Dex | Danny B

🎶 Bonus Track: Oh Star- Paramore 🎶

mourner’s playlist was probably the easiest to define genre wise but was really hard to find songs for. it was always going to be punk, rock, grunge bands with a focus on female vocalists but apparently female rock bands were a lot harder to find than i thought! for a lot of these i had to dig deep, googled a lot of stuff, asked for recommendations from my lesbian friends, ect. there was a lot of bands that weren’t even on spotify so that made the task a lot harder. with a lot of these songs being on the shorter side, mourner’s playlist is also unfortunately the shortest out of all of them despite having 26 songs in it.

i was eventually able to put it all together though! theming here is pretty obvious so i probably dont have to go into my thought process on that one lol. also, brutual should’ve really been a bonus track but because of this animatic by fishyartist i just knew i had to include it in the playlist!

album cover inspirations: x x x

[natalieironside]

what advice/tips do you have for someone getting into the S.T.A.L.K.E.R. games? they’re on sale rn and I’ve been very interested in them

=D Oh, gladly.

First, you'll want to save early and save often. In addition to being pretty hard, these games are very broken and you'll get game-breaking bugs from walking into areas in the wrong order. Become best friends with the quicksave button and remember to drop regular hard saves.

I recommend starting with Shadow of Chernobyl not just because it's the first one but also b/c it's the most basic and lacks a lot of the quality of life and game economy features from the other games, which can be p. frustrating when you've gotten used to Uncle Yar repairing all your shit for you.

In Shadow of Chernobyl, save all the 9x39 ammo you can find (and remember to betray Skull to Freedom) until you're allowed inside the Duty command headquarters. Go around to the right away from Voronen's bunker and talk to the Duty trader, and he'll give you the quest to assassinate Twig at the Freedom base. You can kill Twig without getting in trouble with exploding barrels if you're patient, but also he stands close enough to the exit that sometimes killing him doesn't count as murder so you can try dropping a save and just shooting him. The trader will reward you with a 9x39 sniper rifle, which is my favorite gun in the game and makes everything much less scary. They'll also spawn in stashes sometimes, I think with one guaranteed one in the train tunnel north of the Freedom base.

Speaking of stashes, try to clear them out as ASAP as possible once they show up on your map or they'll overwrite each other and you'll miss stuff. Early game stashes can be kinda worthless but they'll become a good source of artifacts, guns, and armor, including . . . ah, but I've said too much.

These games are decently challenging on easy mode and the higher difficulty levels can get downright brutal, so save often and be ready to die a lot. Also, they are very scary! There are ghoulies and ghosties and anomalies and diabolical beafts and it's all so deliciously spooky and atmospheric. You will magdump into random shadows while making undignified noises in real life. You will start checking for bloodsuckers under the bed. It's awesome.

Clear Sky is my favorite of the original 3, though they're all very good. I've been living under a rock for about a year now so I don't know anything about STALKER 2 yet.