#so technically Halloween somewhere

[pikslasrce]

so major when a bitch has a jacket longer than her skirt

[popcornpieispissedoff]

Roughly 24 hours ago I randomly became fixated on those tragic death songs from the 50's-80's

[fluffylino]

ghostface ! hyunjin

little did you know you'd end up bumping into someone unexpected at a halloween party

-suggestive? so flirtatious istg

you weren't this type of person. the type of person in college to actively go seeking out parties and big frat parties. infact thats what you'd probably prefer avoiding. classmates and seniors drinking till they pass out or doing god knows what in bathrooms.

it was scary to be amongst so many people yet deep down you really wished you could experience a party like this. atleast for once in your life.

a recently made friend encouraging you to join her and her group of five friends. you weren't exactly on that level of closeness to go out with them but they genuinely were sweet. you felt like you could trust them. however they weren't as much into halloween as you.

you were wild on the inside. god knows what they'd ever say if they ever found out you found ghostface attractive.

not the killing and gore and all. just the idea of a mask like that. hiding someone's appearance completely.

yet all one could see was their physical figure, mannerisms and...their voice.

"you've never watched scream? the 1996 film?" you questioned, voice raising in pitch as they all shook their heads.

"oh is it that ghostface dude you keep mentioning?"

"technically yeah...imagine bumping into somebody wearing that whole outfit...here..in this place"

you said, getting a little anxious as you saw the classmates dressed up as various characters. some a little too gory and drenched in fake blood.

it was a halloween party afterall.

"I really hope he's there..." another friend chimes in. her cheeks visibly turning red. her and her huge ass crush on this guy.

"hm and if he is? what you gonna do with him" you can't help but tease her. nudging her shoulder and wriggling your eyebrows mischieviously. she laughed nervously.

"shhh what are you saying! dirty dirty!" her eyes widening. internally you questioned the innocence of this poor girl. she wasn't the type to think dirty thoughts.

"you think hyunjin will really be here?"

she whispered, looping her arm around yours. both of yall walking past people and into the house. streamers and decorations all over. lights dimmed down and occasionally flashing. the music louder than expected.

"..hwang? hm i don't know" you mumbled, feeling a bit shaky. guilt setting in slowly.

the thing was...you may have had a teeny weeny crush on him as well. however you pushed it aside when you found out she liked him like crazy. she described it as falling in love with him completely. it was a little too extreme but you simply laughed along. knowing all too well that they had never even spoken once in the previous semester.

hyunjin was a senior by a year or three. watching him from afar in the canteen. heart thumping faster than usual when he glanced your way too many times to be casual.

"he's looking at me, isn't he?" she'd always blush and say, trying to avoid him in all the possible ways.

a little delusion because it took only a few instances for you to figure out that he was...looking at you everytime you either walked to buy some coffee or whenever you'd be laughing and cracking jokes.

but you never know? maybe you just thought he knew your existence.

its only when the music gets louder and more people start coming in do things get overwhelming. grabbing a few shots of soju and downing it quicker than ever.

"we're gonna go there okay?" she slurs, waving goodbye and running off somewhere amidst the crowd with the other three. you hum to yourself, smacking your forehead. beginning to feel the alcohol kick in.

just when you think you should leave, your eyes land upon a mask. worn by someone who looks absolutely sculpted.

no flowy robe to match the creepy mask yet the way his arms looked in a tank top the stranger wore was worth drooling over.

looking away quickly when he turns his head towards you.

"god-...f-fuck he's hot..." you mumble breathlessly to yourself. cheeks burning and body on fire.

trying to steal another glance at the stranger. however he had vanished. was he in the crowd or did he go to the kitchen or backyard or-

"looking for me, honey?"

neck spinning to the side to come face to face with the elongated mouth and downward eyes of the spooky mask. a choked out shout leaving you.

"u-uh i-...i m-mean" you don't even know what you're saying at this point.

its the way he's leaning over you. towering above you.

"sooo you got a boyfriend?"

his voice goes straight to your core. its insane how turned on you are. realising he's playing along. reciting lines from the film.

"why? you wanna ask me out on a date?"

dragging your syllables. its the alcohol thats talking now. growing more confident and comfortable with this supposed stranger.

"maybe..."

the mask tilts comically.

leaning down even lower. that is until he sits on the short table opposite to you. carelessly dropping a few leftover candies on the ground. its a mess anyways.

he moves closer. thick thighs on either side of yours. his elbows resting on his knees as he seems to stare back.

expressions hidden under the damn mask. seeing just a sliver of his eyes under the mesh.

"you're pretty...pretty hot to not have one" muffled behind the mask. you can hear him breathe.

eyes trailing down to his arms unconciously.

"you think i'm hot? even though i'm dressed up as joker?" you chuckle. blushing incredibly hard.

because for some reason this stranger felt familiar. his mannerisms and his physique.

"even hotter, baby"

his voice. you've heard it before. you feel like you know this man's voice. no wonder you were enthralled. why couldn't you pinpoint who it belonged to?

"do i know you?" you sit up quickly. mimicking 'ghostface' who sat infront of you.

moving closer till his body heat engulfed you.

"mh do you?"

he tilts his head, humming condescendingly. goosebumps rising on your skin when his hands carefully rest on your knees.

"cause I definitely know you honey"

again.

your heart races.

unconciously leaning into him.

"you do? i see this little game you're playing" you tease. placing your hands on top of his. he lets you.

"m'not playing any games sweetie"

the man laughs lowly. shoulders shaking and neck arching to look down at you. growing more and more interested.

"yeah? then why don't you show me whose under this mask"

gently placing your index under his chin. his hands resting higher on your thighs now.

"oh i couldn't. that would ruin the fun wouldn't it."

allowing you to play around with the edge of the mask. edging him on mercilessly.

"what if i said i wouldn't mind it staying on"

you whisper, eyes meeting his briefly. arousal pooling in your abdomen.

whoever this was. you knew him for sure.

"while we talk? or did you mean during sex? please do tell, doll"

his voice drops an octave lower and you let your instincts kick in. forcing you to your limits with his teasing.

pushing the mask up just enough to kiss him senselessly.

it takes him by surprise, and you find yourself clinging onto him. his hands sliding higher to hold your waist.

quite literally using his strength to pull you right onto his lap. the low table creaks at the weight of two .

(lord have mercy we must stay focused brothers we MUST STAY FOCUSED AAA sorry i had to lolz)

"f-fuck...who are you..." you whisper, nose brushing against his. he huffs out a breath. choosing to kiss you with more fervour.

your fingers slipping under the mask.

shakily pushing it higher until your heart throbs. but that isn't the only thing throbbing when you see his uncovered face.

hyunjin.

"y-you...hyu-njin" going absolutely speechless as it sets in.

you're kissing hwang hyunjin.

the senior you thought you'd never even have the courage to talk to.

the mild taste of peach soju on his tongue. quietly opening your mouth for him to trail his tongue over your bottom lip.

the dark mesh falling over your face when you let go of the mask to fist at his fluffy hair. you could run your fingers through his hair.

his grip on your thighs strong enough to firmly keep you planted directly over where you could feel him.

getting worked up with how affected you were.

the feeling of his hands, his hair, his hot mouth moving passionately...his covered length....

"your friend. tell her you're with me, baby"

hyunjin pants out, nudging his lips to the corner of your mouth. your eyes widen, heart pounding.

"tell her im kissing you"

it felt like you were committing a sin. but you just couldn't bring yourself to care that much.

"tell her...i don't plan on letting you go home anytime soon"

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ha ha ha ha ha ha ha surprise!

its a late halloween present but who cares! ghostface hyunjin has made an appearance acjwugsbsjskskshs~

<3333

[shibiichi]

I absolutely love your updated Daycare attendant, especially Moon such a handsome beast. I've always loved your version of Moon it my favorite one

Thank you so much!!! 🫶 I’m so glad you enjoy their updated looks! (I’ve never been this happy with their designs haha. Especially Moon’s!)

I’m flattered you enjoyed my old Moon too! My old DCA designs are sorta weird to me lol! They were definitely a result of me wanting to have fun with the designs but also being scared to stray too far from canon! (You can def see that in Moon’s colors) Honestly though, my AU isn’t canon! So there’s no reason to be anxious over making them too different! It’s supposed to be a reflection of my current tastes, my Sun and (especially) Moon designs really encapsulate that! :D

Also here! I realize I haven’t really posted ART since January (oops) so I do have a small handful of sketches pertaining to the DCA!

[Moon concept]

Above is one of my first attempts at redesigning my DCA! There was a previous version with full stars that looked more like my old style but I found I didn’t enjoy those at all. A problem I’ve always had with my old Moon’s design would be the star patterns on his pants, hat, and sleeves. They often weren’t very sharp and looked kinda ‘spacey’ (and not in the cool celestial way lol!) They kinda looked more like an overlay and lacked definition, making my old Moon’s design kinda lack luster? So the first thing I wanted to do was figure out that pattern more! (I ended up going with a split look to help make the stars that are there not overwhelm the character)

This fixed up first pass is pretty close to what I ended up going with, though I decided to change some anatomical things to make him look more doll like and more elongated. (I really wanted to make them look uncanny when they don’t have their jester fits! Like they are fully relying on those outfits not to look uncomfortable.)

[Moon and @shadysubject06 ‘s Chica!!]

I briefly mentioned what my DCA’s side facial profile would look like in the ref post, so here’s an actual drawing of it! They do look pretty humanoid in head shape, though with a weak chin and flat nose to accommodate the ‘dinner plate’ look lol. I love how Moon here looks like he’s the MC of an anime that just bumped into the love interest and is all ‘flutters eyelashes’ and starry eyed.

A big change I made between my old and new Moon designs would be the titular nightcap. Before my Moon’s nightcap sat upon his head normally and was SUPER long! Like to the floor. The more I thought about it the more I began to get uncertain about the idea. Like sure, that’s fine if Moon were more like his canon self at around 7ft, but my DCA is 12’8”! As someone who sews, the amount of fabric needed to make a nightcap that both fits Moon but is long enough to drag on the floor gives me a headache. Besides, I found I really loved the ‘covers one eye’ look so much more. He looks shy, like he’s hiding behind his own hat. Also I wanted him to fidget with his hat more, so having it hang over one eye makes it a lot more accessible! (Also I am one of those FNaF fans who tries to think about the base logic on how these characters are built. 💔 i can’t help it.. it makes designing more fun. The only place where a hat like that could be stored would likely be somewhere in the torso, and my old DCA’s torso was pretty packed already. 😭)

[Jack-o’-Moon / Harvest Moon concept]

Also had fun with a Halloween design idea! (I know it’s not even fall….) this drawing is pretty accurate, though the main sun rays would not be present for this design as this is technically Moon.

This costume would be used for the week of Halloween in the plex, the mall working like a fun family friendly fall fest in the day and a horror attraction at night. Sun would refer to himself as ‘Jack-o’-Sun’ as Sun’s specific look would fall into the pumpkin jack-o’-lantern look during the day! At night the staff would make Moon look a bit more scary and we’d get ‘Harvest Moon’, who plays more into the whole grim reaper look. Not sure if they’d actually have a scythe but I thought drawing them with one was fun!

I have a lot more lore to drop but this post is getting way too long and I’ve rambled enough. Thank you for the ask!! I really appreciate it! Nighty Night!

[frankenstein-ate-my-left-shoe]

good morning! here's a short little second part to this for the @steddie-spooktober halfway to halloween pop-up!

rated: G | 935 words | full work on AO3

The morning of his second date with Steve starts out on just this side of cold, the sun shining down over dew and through the fog curling up from the earth.

A not all that unusual cold night in the still warming summer that is sure to bloom into a clear 70° later in the day.

Their first date (or was this their first? The last was a double technically) went over smooth as butter; Steve and Robin getting on like a house fire over late night pancakes the day of the fair.

Eddie’s feet were sore, there were still totes of merchandise stuffed into Robin and Chrissy’s backseat, but all four were laughing and joking for a good couple hours more in that booth.

Rob and Chris had driven with Eddie to Benny’s, but Steve was the one to take him home that night, pulling Eddie into a kiss in the driveway as the windows started to fog up around them.

Today, however, Eddie is picking Steve up from his place for their second (he’s decided, it’s their second.) date.

Stomach rolling with nerves, even this early in the day, Eddie gets up and starts getting ready.

He’s attempting what Chrissy calls an ‘everything shower’, he doesn’t have the whole shaving things thing to his to worry about like she includes in hers, but he showers as long as he can to scrub every inch of himself clean, breaks out a tub of body scrub Chrissy gave him that smells like grapefruit, does a full wash and dry of his hair to include the damn diffuser attachment on the damn hairdryer AND the curly hair goops Chrissy had helped him figure out originally. Damn, he loves that girl.

He even made sure to take his shirt for today out of the dryer right when it was done so it didn’t get any ridiculous wrinkles in it as he and Wayne’s iron has taken to melting even Wayne’s fire retardant ‘nice shirts’.

“Why do you need your date shirts to be the same material as your coveralls??”

“Sue me for not wantin’ my shirt to fuse to my skin if I have to save some orphans from a burning building mid-date.”

“....Is that a situation you think you’ll find yourself in?”

“Never hurts to be prepared.”

In any case, Eddie was showered, dressed, and as pretty’d up as he could manage on his own, and with 20 minutes to spare.

“You look great, Eddie!!” Chrissy squeals as soon as she picks up the video call, “He’s gonna want to ravish you right there in the park.”

“You sure? My curls aren’t too curl-y?”

“Is that a thing?” he hears Robin’s voice before he sees her, “Are curls not supposed to be curly?”

Chrissy pushes her away with a palm to the face, “They look perfect Eddie, you ran your fingers through them and everything?” He nods, “Then they’re perfect. Maybe just find a light breeze to ruffle them in and you’re golden.”

“And all the food we decided on is good?”

Chrissy nods, Robin’s voice filters back through, “As long as you have turkey on some of those sandwiches, you can’t fail.”

“And no, the chocolate strawberries are not ‘Too cheesy’, or ‘overdone’, they are a classic for a reason.”

“And Steve loves chocolate covered strawberries!” Robin calls again.

“He does?”

“Who doesn’t?”

“Okay, okay.. I can do this.. It’s already our second date. No worries, right?”

“I thought it was your firs–”

Chrissy cuts her off, “Right! It’ll be fun! Don’t forget the blanket, and remember: the middle tree of the three, the others had too many roots.”

“Right…” Eddie nods, thanking his lucky stars again that Chrissy was his friend; she’d insisted on scoping out the perfect spot at the park for his and Steve's picnic date days ahead of time. Somewhere not too close to anything of import, somewhere where the parking lot was emptier even on a perfect sunny day, somewhere up wind from the often-used park grills.

“It’ll be great Eddie, now hurry up or you’ll be late!!”

–

Everything goes smoothly, perfect even; he gets to Steve’s right on time, says hello to Dustin and Max, and Their Spot in the park is just as perfect as he and the girls expected it to be.

So everything was great. Except the one thing he forgot. Gum. Mints. Anything to get the onion smell off his breath.

And of course he doesn’t remember he forgot them until Steve leans up over him on the blanket.

“Wait, no.” Eddie says, turning his face away from Steve’s searching lips.

Steve’s face falls almost imperceptibly, “Everything okay?”

“Perfect, actually, except I forgot the mints.”

His brow scrunches in confusion, “Mints?” he cups his hand over his mouth and checks his breath, “Does my–”

“No! No, no, it’s mine,” Eddie explains quickly, “I have onion breath. I always do after I eat them, even just the little bit that was on the sandwiches.”

“Eddie,” Steve’s concern melts into what Eddie can only describe as exasperated fondness. “You had coffee breath the first time I kissed you. Onion breath is nothing.”

“Oh…?”

“Oh.” Steve nods, leaning down to kiss him into the soft grass beneath their blanket, “And I’m sure your morning breath won’t be a problem either.”

“You’re getting my morning breath now?” Eddie laughs around Steve’s lips, “Presumptuous, Stevie dear.”

Steve snorts, then sighs, laying back down on the blanket. “And to think, I almost didn’t even drive those two to the fair.” he pauses, “I think it was worth it though.”

“Oh yeah?”

Steve turns his head to smile crookedly at him, “I met you, didn’t I?”

and then they live happily ever after the end 🥰

[lynnsenpai]

Dragon Rain (Delay) - Happy Halloween

Original comic, Rain Start of Dragon Rain storyline Happy Halloween, everyone! ^_^

I haven't done a new Dragon Rain in a while, and I promise it will come back eventually (I don't have a return date planned, but I'm definitely not done with this). In the meantime, I had a cute idea in mind after reading Ruri Dragon, myself - a real manga exactly as Lydia describes - and couldn't help but see some connections between Lydia and Ruri. (It's a very cute manga. I definitely recommend it!)

I also liked the idea of Lydia's bestie, Tiffany (as Vivian from Paper Mario: Thousand Year Door), making her first appearance post-comic with her own completely on the nose costume idea.

Rain is, of course, a Dragonite (a la, Pokémon), and Emily is Eiselin Hulkenberg (from Metaphor:ReFantazio, because I'm obsessed and couldn't just not reference the game somewhere here).

And the old woman at the door is… nobody, really. Just a generic extra I needed to make this comic work. I don't draw elderly people often, though, so I wanted to take the opportunity to practice.

I don't know where this one falls chronologically with the rest of the Dragon Rain storyline, so don't think too hard about it. Rain's at the same stage of her dragon transition as the last page but that scene's technically not done (there's a couple more pages planned). I suppose it could fall after that scene, but for now I'm just gonna call this a "Dragon Delay."

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed the comic and that you all have a safe, happy Halloween. Have fun, eat candy, and enjoy yourselves! ^_^

[gooperts-gunk]

post-qsmp q!bbh's story so far...

back to back we have had new q!bbh story pieces, on mythcraft with lilithluvsya and as mr. x on arkanis, so im going to write down all of my own notes of what we have learned so far + my crazed theory talk :) this will be long!!! note: this is from the perspective of someone who doesn't know mythcraft lore and the only arkanis lore i know is from what i pick up in passing lol. i will do my best!!

starting with the halloween special on mythcraft with lilith and rurus in which bbh helps lilith solve a puzzle that leads to her finding and adopting a new child, we get to see an actual bbh summoning!! im unsure if the treats are a necessary offering or just a kind gesture, but the soulfire-esque flames or wisps seem to be a very specific detail...

the chant lilith says is "hear these words, hear my cry, spirit from the other side! come to me, i summon thee, cross now the great divide!" implying that if he's summoned, chances are, he was in the underworld or somewhere else. later on during technical difficulties, lilith mentions that "i don't even know the state of his soul at the moment! because usually whenever i summon a chant through those words," she repeats it, "his soul just acted a bit... weird! he usually doesn't act like that whenever i summon him. usually, the magic feels a bit more smooth, and it was very choppy this time. his soul just felt different from the last time i saw him. i can't put my finger on it." it's hard to say what exactly this means, (i've seen some people think it's about how he died with a split soul, he never got the other half back from purgatory as far as we know...) as we've never seen him be summoned before, but in this case, he just showed up on the chest crying out a confused "HELLO...?" but later on says "i could sense something was off, that's why im here." with his trickster confidence. he also mentions he's "been around, doing my thing. im very busy," and no concrete answer is ever stated. another detail is that halloween is said by lilith to be "the veils between our world meet once a year," meaning as far as we know he can only be summoned on halloween.

when he accepts the treats and attempts to leave he says "im trying to get back home!" a place of residence for q!bbh is implied, whether or not it's one we know of or even if it's an actual house is uncertain. when bad comes across a haunted house he says "oh my gosh! i had a house like this once, only it was red." which might cross out the place of residence being on the island. might, considering the house was later changed because most people hated the red lol. when bad is downed from fall damage lilith comments "why are you so fragile?! you're not usually, like, this breakable." bbh says "oh, as soon as i die, i get to go back home, so..." since we know how !bbh deaths work, (he can only perma-die once from a unique death, e.g. the combination of soul vulture infection and nuke radiation slowly ate away until perma-killing that version of himself, which means it was an entirely unique instance of death. so it's safe to assume that ever since he had fallen, he would have perma-died from simple things like starvation, but then can no longer perma-die from it again, with a possible exception of if it's starvation along with something else at the same time) we know that him dying wouldn't be enough to bring him 'back home' if it's implied to be the underworld or the mind desert, therefore, it would mean that if he dies during a summoning that the connection is immediately broken and he's back to wherever he was at the time. he's sometimes even excited whenever he gets downed, even saying "take me! take me home!" either because 1. he just really wants to get home for some reason or 2. he just really doesn't want to work for lilith.

but, we know he doesn't HAVE to work for lilith, because lilith states at the end after he's left to fellow mythcraft member nex that, "you know how im a witch? ... WELL... a long, LONG time ago... i made a mistake with my magic and i MIGHT have summoned a greater demon who turned out to be a TRICKSTER demon instead and KINDA reversed the contract on me and NOW im stuck with him until i die and i have to do his bidding whenever he comes around, but only whenever i create the first kind of contract for him to flip around. and he kind of... is around, and changes rurus a lot, and i have to work to make sure that rurus can transform back into a human one day because they're stuck in their bunny form..." which is a LOT to digest and she said it all in like two breaths lol. so in reality lilith is stuck with bad, not bad being stuck with lilith, and bad could peace out whenever he wanted because it's trickster demon rules and on top of that he can also transform humans into bunnies??!!

going back to where my previous notes were, when they arrive at rurus' house and bad seeing a painting of himself with 5 cracked eggs around him, he exclaims, "what the fudge is that?! THAT'S CRAZY!! who's the monster who made this??" meanwhile lilith is oblivious to whatever this means. he also steals the painting. rurus shows up! (rurus says he smells like sulfur, which is definitely the 'demon smell' ak!bagi mentions once she has a moment to speak with him after the chaos) rurus mentions making the painting and it was likely a gag that bad wasn't supposed to see during the lore stream but it's there now LOL and bad repeats the same horror to them as they're oblivious too, "it's you blowing up the moon! all the moons that you've blown up?" "oh, yeah, im sure it's blowing up the moon!!" he says in angry sarcasm, and then sobs a little. "i had eggs once..." both lilith and rurus inquire, and lilith is the one to say "you became a father?" in myth!lilith's defense, the residents have a lot of adorable baby creatures they care for and might sooner assume the eggs in question are cute creatures LOL "well i just said i had eggs, so..." "oh, you hatched them?" "ohhh he HAD eggs- lawren, he- he hit menopause, he said something about that..." I HEEHEE'D. idc if it's just a goof and not entirely canon im keeping it in here.

later on, when the trio complete the puzzles and find a well-decorated baby ghost named willow inside a willow tree, bbh's behavior to willow is very endearing and also straight-forward, casually offering some steak that he stole from rurus' house. he finds the way out of the tree for them by hearing a raccoon's chitter, and lilith comments "you're really good at talking to raccoons for some reason..." and rurus pokes further with "did you have a special relationship with a raccoon?" "yeah i- i speak raccoon." this of course is brought up from the perspective of both of them knowing his lore out of character and wanting to poke fun, but it's also a fun coincidence that it was a raccoon, as raccoons are very special to pomme. it starts storming, and rurus tells bad to give willow his hood but alternatively gives willow his soul lantern instead since his hood is a "...non-removable item...".

when they bring willow back to lilith's house, he continues stealing like he has been since he was summoned, but this time he takes a cookie from a cookie jar and passes one to willow before taking one for himself. when willow thanks him and says she loves cookies, he gives her another and says "you can never have too many cookies!" which would immediately make you think of his kids and their cookies, dapper especially as they're a total cookie fiend. as willow settles in he teaches willow the first and only lesson he's given to her so far: "whenever someone invites you into their home, you get to take whatever you want!!" he goes upstairs and shows himself and willow around lilith's house, rurus mentions a gaming chair, of which was a toilet. bad takes it and says, "i know someone who would love this!" which of course would be richas' gaming set-up that had a toilet for a chair because of a prank, if i remember correctly.

bad asks where his room is, making an assumption that his summoning meant he was going to move in. when lilith says he could stay at rurus', REALLY not wanting him here, he says "i can't have a room at both??" like the greedy little man he is. <3 willow is then shown her own room, where bad then proceeds to place the furniture he stole from lilith into the room for her.

the birth certificate is revealed! willow is lilith's daughter, and bbh is her guardian demon. (many were unsure if he was a parent to willow but lilith clarified on twitter that he's a guardian demon that will show up from time to time) rurus inquires if HE scribbled his name there, and he says "no, no! that's crazy. that'd be ridiculous." in a bit of a liar voice.

when he accidentally picks up willow's sign, he courteously says "im sorry," and gives it back, prompting rurus to tell lilith she could just ask and he'd give her stuff back. when she does in a cutesy way, he dodges it entirely by saying "no hablo inglés" and when lilith demands for the furniture in spanish, he says "i don't speak spanish". i wouldn't call it entirely parental as willow's not his kid, but as you can tell bbh has shown far more care and respect to this child he just met than his contractors. the trickster has priorities!

they tuck willow into bed, and bbh falls asleep standing up, when lilith starts shoving him saying it's time to get him to bed, he wakes up suddenly, yelling "night terrors!! night terrors!!" we know he's gone long periods of time without sleeping, but he's having night terrors when he does...

bbh has technical issues, and during that time, rurus and lilith have a back and forth about him and their contract which is summarized in the bout with nex above. rurus says "you know, i used to be able to swear before i knew him, and now i can't." "huh! that's a weird incantation." this itself is likely a joke about their out of character friendship, but they come up with the idea that he might have a literal swear jar that he puts people's swears in, never to be said again lol.

lilith decides to keep the portal open as bad loses summoning connection to their world (aka technical difficulties) so he can visit whenever he likes to be a guardian demon for willow.

this wraps up the mythcraft section of new q!bbh pieces! onto arkanis!

a lot of people were unsure if mr. x would be q!bbh, but it becomes VERY clear based on how he acts with familiar faces, and some late night conversations...

not much to note when bad / mr. x greets fit, but there's a very silly familiarity when he says he'd like to take fit out to brunch right before talking about torturing him... yeah sure man why not O_O when fit asks if he's considered being GOOD and not murdering people, bad says "i considered it, but my therapist says i should embrace my hobbies. im trying to listen to my therapist more." so he at least had a therapist in recent times to tell him this, because on quesadilla island when asked about therapy, he mentioned something along the lines of that he tried therapy once, but he'd get chased out of town by people with pitchforks.

to briefly dissect the cutscene, from what i've learned, bad floating is a sign that he's powerful in valigma! only people with magic in valigma can float, examples being araldo when we get to see him later, and also bia raux who is also brought up to bad when telling him the current lore after the event. also. the manor. the banquet. i love you builders, it's so eggpire-coded. that man can't escape the aesthetic of red vines even if c!bbh tried LOL and another fun detail, he has ghosties/souls bursting around him! it's become integral to his character :)

when mr. x encounters the brazilians and his escaped captive fit, all the fantasminhas float around him! it's super cute that the grim reaper got little ghost sidekicks, and then doesn't even recognize that they're ghosts <3 he mostly called denix a gremlin or goblin, but that's because out of character he DEFINITELY knew who the admin was, that's why he bullied them so much and not the others lol.

even though he's having fun annoying everyone as mr x., bad still takes moments for the little ghosts, like spam crouching with amora when she creeps up to him, him and denix bonding by killing a penguin?? and playing songs on the flute and they all surround him and dance. :)

when the find the button room starts, and bad does his npc voice, bagi immediately starts yelling, knowing the "you got this! you can do it!" all too well, and bad keeps saying it in recognition. while it was already true that ak!bagi is a continuation of q!bagi, this interaction itself can be enough to assume that mr. x is q!bbh if he remembers it like she does. when it's revealed it's a find the button room, she's even MORE distressed, "are you responsible for this? please- please tell me you don't..." "i would never!" he says like a liar, and then maniacally laughs. bagi also frequently calls him "bad" and not mr. x unlike mostly everyone else, seeing through the silly alias.

one interesting detail is how hungry mr. x is for totems!! every once in a while he'll mention how he wants more totems popped, in the valigma cemetary / cemetario do valigma, he asks quel for how many totems they have, when they say a hundred, he says "passa tudo!" and drops mobs on them. he really wants totems for some reason!! does he absorb something from it or did he just really hate foolish that day? lol

once the event is over, bad and bagi get to talk! bad becomes uncle to amora, bagi's daughter. amora is immediately very sweet to bad! bagi catches bad up on what's going on in valigma, telling him about araldo and bia, and bagi thinks because he's a demon that he could help the specialists understand and handle the magic themselves, "you see those pink blocks glowing that way? they're like some of the magic powers that this land has, but we can't just touch it and start doing magic all the way through the town. so, basically, there's powers everywhere that we don't know how to use and those two entities fighting each other, they use different kinds of power. so maybe you, being a demon and stuff... maybe you can teach us how to handle this." which, upon mention of him being a demon, he deflects by admiring a streetlamp. bad didn't act this way with lilith and rurus because they were already aware he was a demon since they summoned him, but he never confirmed anything to bagi other than the vague vastness of his age and his immortality, if i remember correctly. which is more than he's confirmed to other people!

bad points out bagi's smoking, "you've taken up smoking, im guessing it's been really hard?" "yeah! yeah, no, that was because, the things i lived before, you know..." "yeah i understand..." "it caused me a lot of trouble." if im correct in assuming this is about the island and losing the kids... :( which bad then segues into asking if there's an ikea. LOL

when jvnq starts taking bad to pac's house to steal furniture, he says "oh wow! you guys are all nice and close together, i like this. yeah, i hate having to walk really far." knowing that q!bbh tried really hard to get people to live close by to him when he was dying so someone would take care of his kids recontextualizes this as living far away being a regret he still holds </3 (not to mention, cc!bad himself regrets building his bases so far away)

when pac says he'll give bad more muffins and furniture if he teaches him how to fly and such, bad deflects by saying "yeah! it's easy, you just got to... you got a- you got a nice view!" and looking at the black hole outside his house.

later on, when bad gets transported by araldo, they seem to get along nicely and araldo wants him to do MORE chaos at some point, which i believe is worrisome if it's true that araldo is the problem in the fight between araldo and bia raux... but also very fitting for him. meanwhile, sent back to his friends, he has only good things to say about him, and also inserted some of his silly lies. the entire interaction feels reminiscent of the times he'd talk about the 'eyeball guy with the snatched waist' aka the watcher, or even cucurucho to a certain degree LOL

when gabe takes bad to space, bad comments that it's a first for him! "the moon is just like i imagined it'd be..." congrats !bbh for having your first moon experience, at least, as far as you can remember!

meanwhile, transported to the mr. x manor, bad gives a dizzying tour to gabe, denix, and amora! he introduces the skeppy room when asked about his bedroom, mentioning he doesn't really need to sleep, and he instead meditates on top of the skeppy. (someone PLEASE feed this man dapper's special cake recipe) he also introduces his chair and i have no doubt that people have shown a comparison of his chair here vs. his chair in the hall of grim but i'll put it here anyways lol. he's also very consistent because the vod i went to to get a screenshot of his hall of grim chair is the near exact same "and this is my chair..." when he introduces it.

when bad, gabe, denix and amora are in the maze that the experts + fit went through to get to the cemetary, they stop at a corner to chat and gabe asks bad "changing the subject a little, if you had a son now what would his name be?" (possibly more gender neutral than the translator says, which is how bad interprets it,) this likely was on the mind because a bit earlier while exploring the manor, denix asked him to give him a second name or middle name and bad hadn't answered. bad stops to think about it, before prefacing "well, i- i've had kids over the years, a couple, but you're saying if i got a new kid, right? what would i name... him... probably... how do you say 'gremlin' in portuguese?" it's the same, but alternatively gabe offers "duende." meaning denix's second name is probably duende now LOL but more importantly, for the first time, at least directly tonight, q!bbh was reminded of his children. gabe contextualizes why he asked, "it's because in this city... anything can happen, you understand? one day you're single, and sad, and the next you have a family." "no, that's true... yeah. i- i understand what it's like, one day you just wake up and you got kids, i totally get it... and then everybody dies, and you're left alone." OOGH. EEYOWCH. we don't know for certain how long q!bbh has been living after escaping quesadilla island, or if even in the end cc!bad is planning that he escapes at all, he might still be bound to it. but however long it's been, he's been carrying onto the weight of everyone disappearing, with only strange creatures (the bunnies, the penguins, cucurucho...) to keep him company once everyone is gone. gabe inquires about if his family died, and he covers up with "oh, no, im just saying that's the inevitable. that's what happens, sorry." ...top 10 sentences that are more depressing when contextualized by an immortal demon with a heart too big for people to comprehend... :( something that bad misses here is denix asking if he wants to adopt amora, but this comes back around!

transported again, while gabe walks bad towards the boat the experts arrived on, he says "valigma keeps many mysteries and lots of trouble, right? fights, in this case many fights, problems, death, pain, suffering, and then we decide to have a child despite all these problems; how can this be, right? it's a weak point." bad says "yeah, love tends to lead to lots of problems..." which would be specifically commenting on taking care of children. and from the perspective of his current situation, being without them... yowch. :( then bad falls into a ravine, shoved by denix, and amora saves him. :) but when he fell he purposefully avoided landing in the water. :(

later on they go to the leaderboard! there amora offers that bad can adopt her for a while, since she's "kinda an orphan" based on the activity of her parents other than bagi, and he accepts :) though knowing he literally can't be active either lol. from then on, amora calls bad "dad" for the rest of the night, and "pai bad" the next day when talking with some of the experts :)

some more fun stops later, they pause in the gallery as gabe explains more of the araldo and bia beef, to which bad says once more to "wine and dine" araldo... if u want it done right, do it urself, geez... chat, beat this guy up for me... he has a weakness for guys with power... another moment in this stop to goof around, bad says "yeah, im really good at cooking... people. meals." which is normal q!bbh and the least surprising thing he's said or done all night.

the night slowly comes to a close, after running into guaxi for a small reunion, he says goodbye with a bang when denix kills him and he logs out. they then contain mr. x's corpse in a box of glass, preserved for memories <3

if this is what post-qsmp has been like for q!bbh so far, IM SO EXCITED FOR MORE!!! and yes i HAVE spent at least 5 hours writing notes as i vod review!!! q!bbh on arkanis felt a lot like a classic day on qsmp with his character plus some pain and suffering, and q!bbh on mythcraft gave us some extra lore bits to think about!!! very very fun, im sooo excited for whatever ending cc!bad has been wanting to make for q!bbh, because if it means he's still kicking it going around to other worlds, all of his pain in tow, IM SO READY!!! thank you if you went through everything here it was a doozy and mostly for yelling about with other people since i haven't been on tumblr for a while and i miss the screams from here. :)

[possumdnp]

I've had such a fun year being a part of the phandom and wanted to make a compilation of my favorite moments of 2024 to celebrate the end of this wild year! <3

5. October 19th and the two weeks following it

These two weeks were So Much. October 19th was amazing, of course. I loved seeing everyone's gorgeous gifs, edits, and artwork while we waited anxiously for Dan and Phil to show signs of life (and they delivered by actually making the silly "no, but seriously imagine it" video).

And then they gave us the best two weeks ever? We got Spooky Week, and the Halloween mug cakes video, and them dressing up as Aziraphale and Crowley for Halloween! We got the west coast US tour photodump! Phil posted a picture of himself reflected in Dan's PVC-covered ass?? And to top it all off, a video of Phil set to 'Married Life' from Up?!

Those few weeks were legitimately some of the most memorable times I've ever had in phandom :')

4. The birthday livestreams

I'm so happy I was able to attend both birthday streams live because they were so much fun. Phil's was unhinged chaotic energy with all of the technical glitches, and Dan's livestream was just plain unhinged. We got so many good moments from these livestreams: eyebrow slits, the annual cake and Dan photos reveals, appearances by Sister Daniel and Father Philip, and Dan getting his Dune popcorn bucket!! Also, the "imagine that on top of you" kakuna moment lives rent free in my brain to this day. (Most importantly, they raised so much money for charity!)

3. Phlonde

What can I say? Phlonde Phil completely changed the timeline. (inserting a bonus photo of "yeehaw odyssey" Phil here because this look also changed me as a person)

2. Their couple's holiday photodump?!

Something in my brain broke the day they posted these photos. Like, what the fuck, they're actually just posting fully couple-y pictures like this now?! They posted these during the middle of my workday, and I remember just staring at them (and getting absolutely nothing done for the rest of the day).

1. Getting to see DnP live!

Seeing Dan and Phil live at TIT was legitimately one of the best things I did all year. Standing in the lobby before the preshow to swap photocards and bracelets, and just getting to chat with other phannies in real life was so much fun.

And of course, seeing Dan and Phil in person! They walked through the lobby before the preshow literally five feet away from where I was standing, and I'll always remember that stunned excitement I felt seeing them right up close for the first time. Like, they're actually real (and very tall!) :')

The preshow was so much fun (I’m somewhere in that picture above <3), and TIT itself was incredible. It was just one of the best nights of my life. <3

[theothersideofthesolver]

Because @starweb-laboratory begged me to put my strange coping method on the internet, here is the legendary Murderdrones McDonalds build. Murdonalds.

I originally built this place for Doll. Mt first instinct to protect characters screwed over by their universes is to seize them into a medium I can control and then take them to McDonalds. It’s been a long-running thing for years now, and after what happened to Doll in Episode 7, I finally broke and went McMode.

And then I kept adding more characters and building onto the thing.

Khan hangs out in the entrance room guarding the door, as he does best.

And this sign makes it very clear that certain individuals are not permitted within the premises. Khan is here to enforce that. (And he will.)

Pardon the spooky decor: this is the lobby, and the place is still decorated for last Halloween. I haven’t bothered to change it yet.

Thad technically works the kitchen alongside Lizzie, but he’s on break rn, so he’s roaming.

J’s also got somewhere to be, but is currently out inspecting the building, per her job as OSHA enforcer. A hey look, there’s Doll! The subject of this entire build.

If you want more of this thing, lemme know.

[ The addon is -_Tiredy_-‘s Murderdrones addon for Bedrock.]

[storiesbyrhi]

Part Eight: Nothing can keep them apart

Eddie Munson x Reader Series Masterlist 3008 Words

If the people we love are stolen from us, the way to have them live on is to never stop loving them. Buildings burn, people die, but real love is forever.

Warnings: canon typical violence, references to sexual assault, swearing, drug and alcohol use, sexual references, child neglect, death/grief, references to organised crime

Before Sunrise, 31 October, 1995

Eddie remembered what it was like sleeping in a bathtub. When he was little, before his mother died and his dad got put away, he’d hide behind the only lockable door in the house. It was as close to safe as he could feel, curled up in that little fiberglass and acrylic bed.

He thought about it when Max never returned to the conversation. Midnight came, Halloween dawning, and she stayed away. Eddie watched Susan closely; she didn’t check on Max before going to bed.

The four remaining people tried to feel useful.

“So, you think it’s the bird?” Robin asked.

“I know it is. I was… somewhere… between here and there…” Eddie answered, pulling the threads of a memory, hoping he could claw it back into his consciousness.

“Here and there? Alive and dead, you mean?”

Eddie shook his head at Hopper. “No. I’ve been there. I was dead. Wherever the dead go, that's where I was. But then something came for me and I was in an in-between place,”

“Max has been obsessed with this kind of thing since… uh, since you died… I guess… sorry…”

Eddie shrugged at Robin, it’s okay.

She continued, “Depends on who and when you ask. Different cultures at different times believe different things. But she only just learnt about the one with the crow… That can’t be a coincidence,”

“What are you saying? Max bought him back?” Hopper asked.

“Like she’s a wizard or something?” Steve added.

“Psssh, not a wizard. Maybe a cleric… But then, I am technically undead, so…” from Eddie, though nobody knew what he was talking about so opted to ignore him.

“I don’t know… But… I don’t know,” Robin gave up.

“I heard her,” Eddie said. He had forgotten, or maybe had not remembered until just then. “I… There was nothing… then Max’s voice… then… the in-between place… and someone waiting,”

“We need Max,” Steve declared.

“Yeah, but she needs space and time. Leave her,” Robin told him.

Hopper stood up and downed the last of the instant coffee he’d made himself. “I’m gonna go and see what I can find out about where Brenner has landed,”

“Woah there, barbarian. You sure that’s a good idea?” Eddie asked.

“Don’t think anything I have done in a couple of days has been a good idea, but here we are,” he grunted in reply and left the apartment.

“I’m gonna crash… Do you… sleep?” Steve directed at Eddie.

“I’ve been known to nap,” he grinned back.

Robin took the couch, with Steve and Eddie lying on the gritty carpeted floor. Eddie listened to them as their breathing evened out and they fell asleep. He got up, crawled out through the window, and sat on the fire escape with his bird.

That’s where he thought about the bathtub, then about you. What stood in his way? Brenner, most obviously. Then what? How far did the magic keeping him alive extend? Eddie felt sure if anything happened to the crow, it would happen to him too. What was the lifespan of a crow? The lifespan of a man exonerated from death but unfit for life?

Hopper was pissed that you’d be so reckless. Coming back to the city was one thing, but pulling up outside your old apartment on the morning of Halloween? “Give me a fuckin’ break,” he huffed, getting out of his car.

He’d left the Mayfield apartment the night before, briefly stopping by his place to call Annie. Brenner had not surfaced, but she warned, “Something’s up, Hop. Some guys showed up late last night. Looked like Feds, if you ask me…”

Hopper positioned himself down the block and waited, hoping against hope you would not show.

He knew he couldn’t yell your name, or pull any attention in your direction at all. Instead, he swiftly followed you into the condemned building.

Your footsteps were heavy as you quickly stomped your way up the staircase. It hurt to see what had become of the building you used to call home. The crime scene tape was ripped away from the door, piled up like a red flag doormat.

When you heard a noise coming from inside, you didn’t hesitate. “Eddie?!” you called, running in.

Morning, 31 October, 1995

The Mayfield’s phone rang and rang. If it woke Steve or Robin, they’d elected to pretend it hadn’t. They looked dead to the world. Eddie knew Susan wasn’t going to pick it up either; she’d left the apartment early, giving him a strange sad look as she left. She was wearing a skirt suit that needed an iron. Eddie took it as a good sign regardless.

“JESUS!” Max came storming out of the bathroom yelling. “Does NOBODY know how to answer a PHONE?!”

Eddie snorted when he saw the faces Steve and Robin made while continuing their fake sleep. There was a fun and innocent folie à deux vibe those two brought to the party, he thought.

Max picked up the phone. “What?!” Hell hath no fury like Max Mayfield pissed off.

Eddie was still chuckling to himself when he saw the colour drain from Max’s face. His crow cawed, upset and antsy. It took off into the sky as Max looked at Eddie, her hand shaking as she held the phone out.

Eddie was at her side immediately, taking the phone. He breathed out through his nose, then answered, “Yeah?”

“Trick or Treat, Edward?”

“Aren’t you too fucking old to be playing games, Brenner? ‘Cause I know I’m far too dead to be playing.”

Brenner laughed. “Yet, not dead enough. Here’s the treat-”

Eddie listened to some muffled sounds. Then, a small yelp. A voice. Instantly recognisable. It brought Eddie to his knees.

“Eddie! Don’t do-” but you were cut off.

Eddie clenched his teeth together. “If you-”

“You know where to find us.”

Eddie screamed out a gut-wrenching sound that made Max flinch and Steve and Robin stop pretending to be asleep.

Eddie threw the phone hard, smashing it against the living room wall. He felt like collapsing in on himself. Before he could start to cry, he looked out the window.

“Eddie…” Max said softly.

“You two,” Eddie pointed at the last remaining adults. “Take her and get out. No goodbye. No stops to get your shit. Take her and get out the city now.”

Steve and Robin launched into action.

“Wait, what-”

But Eddie was gone.

The apartment building was too quiet. Though it was very clearly a trap, Eddie still went in and took the stairs to what was once home. Inside, he could hear creaking floorboards, then the click he’d recently learned was the sound of a gun’s safety being switched off.

Grange fired, Eddie ducked, but he was not the intended target. The crow screeched, falling to the ground. Eddie ran to it, scooping it up and holding it.

“So, tell me. Without the bird, will you die? Brenner said, emerging from the bedroom. Grange stood too, no longer hiding.

“Give her to me and I’ll let you live,” Eddie growled at Brenner.

Brenner laughed. “If the bird dies, do you die? Or, if it dies, do you become mortal again?”

Eddie gritted his teeth and said nothing. His eyes flicked back and forth between Brenner and Grange, trying to work out which posed the greater threat.

“No?” Brenner asked. He shrugged at Eddie, then raised an arm and fired.

Eddie felt the bullet rip through his shoulder. It hurt and the hurt was not subsiding. He looked down at it, saw the bleeding. “Well, fuck,” he said, stumbling backwards. Eddie fell, landing on the couch.

Brenner loomed over him. “For a ghost, you bleed just fine.”

Grange had followed the crow from where Eddie dropped it to where it had tried to hide itself. “It’s still alive,”

“Well, kill it!”

Before Grange could, a bright and sizzling light boomed across the room. From the doorway, a flare gun had been fired. It brought Eddie enough time to dive off the couch and to the crow.

Grange and Brenner both immediately fired at the doorway, not stopping to see who had come to Eddie’s rescue.

Eddie took the bird and threw it from the window, an act of faith and desperation. He didn’t wait to see if the crow landed safely.

“Eddie!” Hopper’s voice yelled. He was taking a lot of fire and the flimsy walls weren’t the best shield.

Eddie was already gone from the room. He’d gone running and tumbling into the bedroom, falling to the ground. He was face to face with you.

Your hands were taped behind your back and to the bedpost. Your mouth was taped too.

You froze when he fell before you.

When Hopper yelled Eddie’s name, Brenner spun on the spot, redirecting his bullets from the doorway to Eddie. He roared in anger when he found him gone, stomping into the bedroom, leaving Hopper and Grange to a firefight.

“Very sorry to interrupt this beautiful reunion,” Brenner said, holding a gun to your temple.

Eddie’s dark eyes did not leave you, his face morphing into a miserable expression. You were flinching at each gunshot Grange and Hopper fired in the next room.

“Let her go. You can have me. I won’t fight you,” Eddie tried to bargain.

“You know, my father used to say, ‘Every man’s got a devil, and you can’t rest till you find him.’ Whatever happened here… I cleared the building. Nothing in this town happens without my say-so. So, I’m sorry if I spoiled your wedding plans. But, if it’s any consolation to you, you have put a smile on my face. You have a lot of spirit, son. I cannot say I’m going to miss you though.”

Suddenly, everything went quiet.

Brenner frowned, calling out, “Grange?”

Silence.

“Grange?!”

He didn’t mean to look away, but in the split second Brenner’s gaze left you, Eddie was up. He’d disarmed Brenner and took his head in his hands.

“I have something to give you,” Eddie said. By some strange magic Eddie knew was at his fingertips, he pushed the agony into Brenner. “Hours of pain. All of mine. All of hers. All at once.”

Everything Eddie felt that night, and everything you suffered then and after. It all bore into Brenner in one moment, bombarding his mind and body with pure torture.

It was inescapable. Brenner pushed himself from Eddie, tried running from it, but it was all encompassing. He couldn’t see or hear, just kept staggering through the apartment in search of salvation. It came in the form of a window that used to be beautiful but now worked only as a weapon.

Brenner fell, colouring the pavement below in bloody red.

Neither you or Eddie watched him go. Eddie was tearing the tape from your mouth, pulling your hands free from the binds.

“Baby, baby? You with me? You okay? You hurt?” Eddie asked, between cupping your face gently in his hands and peppering it with kisses.

All you could do was stare.

Eddie was alive.

He was in front of you.

There was little time for each other; someone was coughing.

“Hopper,” you whispered.

Eddie nodded and left the bedroom, he ran past Grange’s body to the front door. Hopper was just outside it, slumped on the ground. He was bleeding out. Eddie couldn’t see from where exactly, but he knew it was coming too thick and fast to do much.

You were right behind Eddie.

“No!” You knelt next to Hopper and took his hands. “What do we- What- We gotta…”

“Kid. Hey, kid. Look at me. ‘s alright… God, I need a cigarette…”

Eddie sat on the other side of Hopper, helping him to pull a carton of smokes out of his jacket and light one.

Hopper looked at you. You were alive.

“You gotta take Max with you,” he said. “Tag – you’re it,”

“Hop- I-”

“Nah… Don’t worry… Nobody’s waiting at home for me… You kids, though… Got each other….” His breathing was laboured and you could see him fighting to keep his eyes open.

“You saved me,” Eddie said then. “Thank you,”

“Don’t mention it,” Hopper mumbled, his head lolling back.

You squeezed his hand harder and started to cry.

Eddie watched Hopper’s blood pool around your knees, soaking through your jeans.

Neither of you moved. Minutes passed. Hopper’s heart slowed and stopped. Still, you both stayed with him until sirens in the distance warned you into action.

“Come on,” Eddie said gently. He pulled you up, wincing as he moved.

“You’re hurt? Eddie! Eddie, you’re hurt!”

“I know. I don’t think I’m immortal anymore,”

“Not what? Eddie, what the fuck is happening,”

“Like, so much. But we gotta move.”

Eddie found his crow huddled next to your car’s front left tire. He bundled it up and got into the passenger seat. He could feel the bird’s pain, feel its energy waning in tandem with his. It didn’t feel like death though. They’d both survive.

You followed Eddie’s instructions, driving straight through the city, and making for the interstate. It was an uncomfortable sort of numbness that let you function. You were in shock. Overwhelmed with the situation and all the parts you didn’t understand. Underwhelmed by your reunion with Eddie; it felt like you were picking up where you left off and not some grand and sentimental thing. It was all so much that it became white noise. So, you drove.

Eddie looked through some tapes you had in easy reach. He pushed a mixtape in, Burn by The Cure starting Side A. He rested a hand on your thigh, closed his eyes, and slept.

Early Evening, November 1, 1995

Steve and Robin sat in the car, windows down, bored out of their minds. They watched Max as she perched high on the rock. Every now and then, they’d say something of little consequence to each other. Neither wanted to ask the question. The sun was going down again though, and the mosquitos were starting to nibble on Steve.

“How long’s it been?”

“Almost 32 hours,” Robin answered immediately.

Steve nodded and sighed.

“Doesn’t matter,” Robin continued. “Max won’t let us leave,”

“We were just selling hotdogs… How the hell did we get mixed up in all this…” Steve wiggled his fingers. “Magic shit.”

Robin snorted. “I don’t know, man… It’s fucked. But it’s all kind of romantic too,”

“Not my kind of romance,”

“Not your kind of romance,” she agreed.

From her vantage point, Max spotted headlights appearing over the horizon. She quickly returned to the car.

“Another one’s coming,” she told the others. They waited.

Once they’d cleared the city, the trio had to decide how far they should go, and if they were going to meet back up with you or Hopper or Eddie, where that would be.

“Eddie used to tell me all these stories about going on tour. He said there was this place just off the highway. Truckers used to stop there to sleep before that big gas station opened up. But if you drive a little further out, there’s some huge rocks and shit. It’s where his band took those stupid photos-”

“Skull Rock,” Steve interrupted matter of factly.

“Yeah-How’d you know?”

Steve scoffed. “This guy! I mean! Everyone knows about Skull Rock. It’s.. you know, the perfect date spot,”

“You mean make out spot,” Robin clarified.

“Yeah. Whatever,”

“Okay! Well… I don’t know… Maybe we wait there for them? Maybe he’ll think the same thing?”

They’d found the old trucker resting spot, drove down a barely-there dirt road, located Skull Rock in the formation, parked behind it, and waited all day. Then all night. Then another day.

“Oh fuck, I think they’re pulling in,” Steve said, hands on the keys ready to start the car if needed.

They watched as headlights lit up their surroundings.

“I couldn’t tell what kind of car it was,” Max said.

They all felt fear and anticipation.

“Max, it’s blue. The car’s blue. Kind of a… sedan,” Robin observed.

“It’s a Honda!” Steve yelled. “Honda Accord!”

The girls shushed him.

“I don’t recognise it,” Max told them.

The other car stopped, plunging them all into a heavy twilight darkness. They could hear the warm tick tick ticking of the other car’s engine.

“Steve, turn the lights on,” Robin ordered.

“No, you’ll blind them!”

But Steve always listened to Robin. He flicked on his car’s headlights, illuminating the scene.

The driver’s door was open, nobody behind the wheel. You’d already rounded the car to help Eddie out.

“Holy shit,” Steve whispered.

Max was scrambling out of the car before anyone could say another word.

Robin and Steve watched Max throw herself into your arms, almost knocking Eddie over in the process.

“Oh, look, the bird,” Robin pointed out. Eddie’s crow had flown free from your car, sitting on the roof of it.

“Bird looks pissed,”

“Yep,” she agreed.

“Eddie’s washed his face,”

“He’s handsome… In a kind of… undead heavy metal guy kind of way,”

“I guess,” Steve shrugged.

“Are you jealous?” Robin laughed, looking over at her best friend.

“What?! No. Why would I be jealous of… of clown face?”

“Clown face?! Oh my god. Steve. You’re lime green jello,”

“Whatever.  Jeez. It’s like… He’s just set the bar real high, you know?”

“No? What?”

“Like, how are roses and chocolates gonna cut it now this guy came back from the dead to avenge his girlfriend or whatever.”

Robin laughed. “Truly amazing how it always comes back to you and your shitty dates,”

“Shut up… Anyway… What now?”

Robin turned back to you, Eddie, and Max. She shrugged. “I don’t know. Max learnt all that stuff about the crow from a book, right? So, maybe we go find the person that wrote it. Maybe we work out what Eddie actually is. And the bird,”

“Aw, man. That’s just inviting a whole load of strange things into our lives!”

“Yeah, well, it’s better than making hotdogs.”

End Note: Thank you for reading this AU, especially to anyone who has commented. I love this little community of writers and readers. Also, I beg you to see the film if you haven't and to read the comics if you can get your hands on them. If you are interested, below is a little commentary on the ending of the fic, because if there's one thing about me, it's that I like talking about the craft of writing. Until next time, in love and death, Rhi.

(Okay, so, I'm going to be real with you - I am painfully self-conscious about the ending of this fic. Firstly, I am terrified that the reunion is anti-climactic. I think the plot demands it to be rushed and not flowery, but still, I am like... is this a let down? Secondly, I purposefully opted for a change of tone for the end. The comic and film have that brutal bittersweet ending, but ultimately, I wanted to really focus on the thread of hope that runs through O'Barr's work. I don't know. I have definitely over-thought it all and I just need this to be in your hands and not mine now.)

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[hootbon]

So you said they cant kill audience members but is it different for the night cycle npc’s? Since the night cycle are so I would assume different rules apply.

And if they can’t harm them is it possible to “stun” npcs?

Like in the Friday the thirteenth game where you can stun for a bit Jason by shooting him. Can’t kill him but it sure will slow him down.

Also on that topic since Cain is technically connected to the internet through the virus and the audience. Has he ever used horror movie characters to hunt the circus members? ( scream, Friday the thirteenth, alien, Halloween, killer klowns from outer space?, etc)

The night cycle npcs can be killed.. but they’re like zombies, they’re fucking everywhere and practically unlimited since every time one dies a new one spawns somewhere else.

You can stun them too, there are items lying around that will do that.

And nah he hasn’t.. copyright infringement isn’t exactly on his list of things to do

[somethinghappenedsohereiam]

I'm having many thoughts so I'm just gonna spout them.

About deltarune, be warned.

So the festival is definitely deltarune's version of Halloween, right? It's autumn in game and jackenstein said he's only brought out during the festival. Did I hallucinate that? I dunno but I'm not checking.

Gaster plays a major role in the story but we're never gonna see him I bet 5 whole dollars on that.

The next dark worlds are gonna be the Diner, the Flower Shop, and then the Shelter in that order. The reason I have that theory is because every dark world so far has been somewhere that meant a lot to Kris in their past. The flower shop I dunno how long that's existed but that's where their dad lives. Also in a video I saw showing all the prophecies from chapter 4, Queen and Tenna were shown in the Boss chapter of the video but so was Asgore????? I need to know why.

The Knight has the gaster hand dots. I don't think they're holes in the Knights hand but it's definitely representative.

That prophecy was not Susie and I'm not quite sure if it's Noelle because there's no antlers.

Also Susie is the main character but she really wasn't supposed to be.

The game is gonna have one ending only in the technicality by the events are the same but the interactions are not.

We also now know that darkners can be made from memories. Darkner Gerson is only ever referenced as The Old Man. So Ralsei is memories of a younger Asriel. The name is different, and he looks like Asriel.

Ralsei is able to travel to other dark worlds without petrifying because he's from the true pure dark world (??????) so he can go anywhere.

Monsters can not bleed, proof: the rabbit in the window in chapter 1 I guess?? But Darkners can bleed, proof: Lancer saying he'll turn them into blood in chapter 1 and Ralsei not saying he's wrong. Monsters brought to the dark world have darkner properties now. I don't know if that sticks with them in the light world. I heard Noelle bleeds in chapter 4 weird route and I'm assuming that's in the light world so it probably sticks (I haven't seen 3+4 weird route yet).

The rabbit in the window asks Kris if it hurts to be made of blood.

Also that sans is a darkner theory scratches my brain good.

CAN I ALSO ASK WHY IS THERE HATE TOWARDS SANS AFTER CHAPTER 4? if anything I like him more. At the very least nothing's changed. He's a silly man. And if there's hate because of what he was doing with toriel after Kris and Susie went through something traumatic, then I just want to remind everyone that sans has no fucking clue that happened or what Kris was doing or where they were. Don't think he cares either.

I like soriel sometimes but I also feel the need to remind everyone that it hasn't been proven to be canon either.

I had a dream last week [citation needed] with deltarune stuff and the only thing I remember is Kris, with the soul removed or just avoiding it's control, talking to Susie and Ralsei through the phone like the mysterious speaker(s). Like they were holding the phone and their voice came from the speaker.

Also egg guy is very clearly not Gaster come on he talks so differently. The man behind the tree is clearly a follower or goner, not the man himself.

I already posted my gaster is the main antagonist theory so I'm not gonna go into that again.

Uhhhmmmmm Tenna's hot and cool and I love him dearly. Spamton intrigues me to no end.

DOES the chapter 3 final fight ACTUALLY COUNT AS HE SECRET BOSS??? CAUSE THE ONLY SECRET THING IS WINNING SOOOO??? and getting the crystal yes yes you know what I mean. I hope.

[sundrop-writes]

Sundrop's Spooky Fics

So because Halloween is coming up, I decided to put together a rec list of my fics that are perfect for Halloween - none of these are really directly Halloween themed, but they have Halloween or spooky vibes. I divided them up between fics that are on Tumblr and fics that are on AO3 because my account is archive locked so you do need an AO3 account to read those fics. Either way, I hope you enjoy some of these fics if it is your first time reading them!

Blood In The Water - Void!Stiles x Fem!Reader (Teen Wolf) (11,700 words)

Being Stiles’s best friend, you are incredibly worried about him when you figure out that he is quite literally not himself - and that the thing currently occupying his body could be destroying it in the process. When you approach him to show this concern, Void takes a particular interest in you. He’s not capable of love, or even fondness, but he likes you. And he likes the way your fear spikes when you talk about Stiles. So he makes you a deal - he’ll agree to take care of this fleshy, mortal host, in exchange for something more precious, more rare, and more delicious than the meal you have brought for Stiles. He wants your pain. He wants your tears. Void!Stiles Stilinski x Fem!Reader. Pining Best Friends. Extreme Emotional Angst, Hurt No Comfort. Set during Season 3 (with flashbacks to Season 1, Episode 11).

Recently posted, and one of the most 'Halloween' fics I have ever written. Very angsty, very spooky. Great if you are looking for some great emotional Halloween dread - like the kind that a horror movie would bring. It was one of my favourites to write, and I hope you guys enjoy reading it.

Precious Time Alone - Gar Logan x Fem!Reader (DC Titans) (11,800 words)

Even with the ability to see the future, you never would have guessed that your life would lead you to falling in love with the perfect man - someone sweet, caring, funny, cute. Someone with the passion and fire to protect the ones that he loves no matter what. A precious guy with green hair who had the ability to transform into a tiger at will. And when you finally made love to him for the first time, you never could have guessed how that unique ability affected his sex life. You weren’t exactly complaining, but you wished you had seen this coming. At the end of the day, it was just another thing about him to love. Or - Neither you nor Gar knew that he has the ability to knot, and you both find out for the first time when you have sex together. Gar Logan x Fem!Powered!Reader. Established Relationship. Smut/PWP. Set during Season 2, Episode 9.

I put this strictly on the list because it is in the style of A/B/O (even though it's not technically A/B/O, because the reader character is technically human) - because what is Halloween without a little monster fucking? I need to write more monster fucking lmao. Anyway, I love this fic and I love this fic so much - and I hope you will too.

Need - Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader (The Walking Dead) (3,000 words)

Daryl comes back from a run acting strangely needy, and you find out that Zach made him jealous. (You may have to thank Zach later.) Or - Daryl fucks your brains out to prove to himself that you’re his. Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader. Established Relationship. Smut/PWP. Set during early Season 4/The Prison Era.

What would Halloween be without some TWD? There is much 'spookiness' to this one, aside from the fact that it's technically set during a zombie apocalypse - it's just pure porn. But whenever I think of Halloween, I do get the urge to watch TWD, so I had to have my boy Daryl in here somewhere.

Damn The Man, Save The Empire (Five Nights At Freddy's) (6,100 words)

Vanessa has always taken care of you. Since the two of you were kids, she has put her neck on the line for you, and you rarely knew how to return that epic kindness. One night, while both of you are raw and on-edge, the dark cloud of your strange past looming over both of you nearly swallows both of you whole - and once again, Vanessa is right there, taking care of you. (Dark)Dom!Vanessa Shelly x Sub!Gender Neutral Reader. Toxic Co-Dependent Relationship. Smut and Angst. Takes place before the main timeline of the film.

The main spooky thing about this one is the fact that Vanessa is very much a sociopath in this, and who doesn't love a dark fantasy where a serial killer fucks your brains out. I really need to write more fics like this, because this one was so much fun to write - I love writing dark characters to their extreme.

Ghosting - Mike Schmidt x Fem!Reader (Five Nights At Freddy's) (3,700 words)

Mike has been in love with you for as long as he can remember. For about as long as the two of you have been best friends. He always thought he would have more time to work up to confessing those big, dangerous feelings for you - until something more dangerous swooped in and stole any time he had left with you. Mike Schmidt x Fem!Reader. Star-Crossed Lovers. Pure Angst. Set during the events of the movie.

Again, this is one that brings horror movie dread - I think that angst is really great for Halloween, especially because this is based off a great Halloween movie. This won't be for everyone because it doesn't have a happy ending, but if you are looking for something very angsty, I hope you enjoy reading this.

These next ones are on AO3, and like I mentioned, my account is archive locked, so you will need an AO3 account to view these fics. But I think they are really great and deserve a shout out too. Also, these fics don't have covers that have been made by me (except for one lmao) - so thanks to Tumblr's gif search system for these ones.

Hold Me Tight Or Don't - Glenn Rhee x Fem!Reader x Maggie Greene (The Walking Dead) (7,200 words)

Everyone should get one last wish. Right? Well, that’s not exactly something you wanted to be thinking of in the middle of a musty old prison library when you have a pack of Walkers crawling up your ass. But you’ll work with what you’ve got. And you have the loves of your life at your disposal and the remaining time that God has given you. Glenn Rhee x Fem!Reader x Maggie Greene. Established Relationship. Major Character Death. Smut and Heavy Angst. Set during Season 3, Episode 4.

This one I put on the list because of the mixture of angst, gore, and smut. I love fics that have a mixture of gore and sex (it's something that I really should do more often) because I feel like sex and death really have such a natural relationship. And this one, unlike the Daryl fic, really brings the zombie aspect to the forefront. It's one of my favourite fics I have ever written, and I think it is perfect for the spooky Halloween mood.

No Brainer - Derek Cho (Steven Yeun) x Fem!Reader x Melanie Cross (Samara Weaving) (Mayhem (2017)) (7,100 words)

When the ID-7 Virus, aka the Red Eye Virus hits Towers and Smythe Consulting, it throws the entire office building into chaos. With a mandatory quarantine from the CDC in action, that chaos builds in on itself, and somehow, you, Derek, and Melanie get everything that you want. aka You have something Derek and Melanie need. Derek and Melanie have something you want. You all agree to make an exchange, and everyone ends up more than happy. Derek Cho (Steven Yeun) x Fem!Reader x Melanie Cross (Samara Weaving). Strangers to Lovers. Smut. Set during the canon of the film Mayhem.

This one is perfect for Halloween because it's based off of an amazing horror movie. Also, it's no coincidence that there's two Steven Yeun fics on fics on this list. He looks really good covered in blood.

Arms Tonite - Bee (Samara Weaving) x GN!Reader (The Babysitter (2017)) (2,100 words)

Sunrise is fast approaching with every second that ticks by - another second you spend with Bee, another second you lose in the fight to gain more time with her. The deal you had made was impossible to complete, and the Devil was eager to get his claws on your immortal soul. But of course, Bee was brewing up some plans of her own. Bee x Gender Neutral Reader. Friends to Lovers. Angst/Horror. Set outside the events of canon.

This was one of my first shorter fics, and I am still really proud of it. Also, it's great for Halloween cause it involves literal human sacrifice. This was actually one of my first fics to experiment with major gore and violence elements - which was largely inspired by the film. And I would love to write a longer (smut) fic with Bee sometime. I love her character so much and I feel like she is so underappreciated.

Very Good Bad Thing - Antisepticeye x Fem!Demon!Reader (8,200 words)

Valentine's Day is a busy time for you, seeing as you're a sex demon, and you close most of your deals when people are feeling lonely and vulnerable. Of course, Anti just had to interrupt you. To give you his stupid... "present". Anti x Fem!Reader. Exes to Lovers/Frenemies. Smut and Gore.

So, technically this is a Valentine's day fic - because I got the idea that I wanted to post a seasonal fic on Valentine's day on one of my old blogs and this monstrosity came to mind. But this fic is a heavy mixture of gore and smut, so I feel like it would be perfect for Halloween too. This is actually my first ever smut fic that included any gore (and it's my only youtuber ego fic, though I would like to write more of them, because they are so much fun) - and I had so much fun writing it. I love writing about demons and characters who are amoral on their basis, because there is no rules. And that just makes it so much fucking fun.

Anyway, if you read any of these fics, I hope you enjoy them! And I hope you have fun and have a great Halloween!!

[jeanmoreaue]

Are Jean and Neil the same age?

yep which is wild!! they’re both 19 turning 20 in the next year. i think Jean’s technically about 3-4 months older if you consider Nathaniel Wesisinski’s actual birthday (January 19th, 1988) not Neil Josten’s birthday (March 31st, 1987 - since that makes him a year older lol) and the foxhole court takes place in 2006-2007 year

Jean is 19 in tsc and nora said that Jean is a scorpio on twitter so that means his birthday is somewhere in October/November (my stab in the dark is October 29th, 1987, right before halloween seems to fit the vibe) meaning that jean will probably turn 20 in the next book

[changingplumbob]

A Party To Die For Templates: SFS

So I may have got a tad overexcited about the Halloween CAS Challenge created by @la-llama-sims, and I made templates for every prompt. I wanted to share them on the off chance someone wanted to also do the challenge but maybe didn't have time to do much other than screenshots.

Tutorial below on how to make your own cards using the templates if you are unfamiliar with photo software, all you need is the template and a screenshot of your sim! Very little technical skill required to so feel free to jump in for Simblreen (the month of October on simblr). Remember to go to the original creator post to check out the prompts and the hashtag given for creations is #LLPTDF. Hope to see some of your creations next month, keep them for the spooky season 🎃👻🦇

Strap in and follow along as I make Glenn here (he won't do the spellcaster prompt for Simblreen, it's dress up after all, but it makes sense for a demo)

Step one: Grab the zipped folder of templates on SFS HERE. Unzip the folder and put it somewhere easy to find in your documents, I have a tumblr specific folder my templates are normally sorted in.

Step two: Open your photo editing program of choice. I use paint.net which is old but for this demonstration I will use Photopea, the online free alternative to adobe. You will see the screen below

Step three: Click "Open From Computer" right in the middle under the main title. Find the screenshot you have taken that you would like to use and open it. Now the hole in my template is 744x991 but you can make it slightly bigger if you don't want to fuss as much with lining things up exactly. To resize image from the top bar (Image -> Image Size) We're going to use the crop tool when we have our picture.

Step four: Pull on the squares at the edges to change the size. If you need click View in the top bar and you can zoom in to allow finer selecting. When you have the right size click the tick and copy the image. Keyboard shortcuts are Ctrl+A to select all, then Ctrl+C to copy.

Step five: Open the template you want to use (File -> Open, from the top bar). Add a new layer using either the top bar (Layer -> New -> Layer) or the icons on the bottom right.

Step six: With the new layer selected paste the image, Ctrl+V.

Step seven: On the right of the screen you'll be able to see layer order. Drag the layer with your sim underneath the background layer. This is what will let you slot in your picture.

Step eight: Finishing touches! Unless you are super duper lucky your sim won't appear in the exact right place, you'll have to move them around using the move tool. For precision you'll need to zoom in and move your field of vision using the hand tool.

You'll know it's in the right place when you can no longer see any of the negative space behind it. I like to check both corners to make sure I've got it. This is where having a sim image slightly larger will make it easier.

If you like you can finish now. From the top bar File -> Export as -> PNG or JPG. The picture will save to your downloads folder. If you want to add your own text, keep reading, as I've left space at the bottom for your username, the sim name, and a profile pic or other logo. Or go ahead and crop it out, who needs extra hassle when there are cute CAS looks to be made?

Step nine: From the bar on the right select the large T to add some text, it will automatically spawn in a new layer. Scroll through text options and find one you like (the text style I used isn't in photopea so we will find another). Depending on the type of text you will likely need to play around with the size as well.

Step ten: Start typing. When you're done you can highlight what you have written and use that size box to adjust how big the text is. Select the move tool from the right to move your text where you want it. Repeat step nine if you want text on the other side. I've chosen to put my username on one side, and my sim's name on the other.

Step eleven: Logo time. Open a pre shrunk logo (I scaled my pride plumbobs down to 125x125) and copy. Back on the template add a new layer then paste your image (for some reason I had to copy twice before it would do the right thing, I don't have an explanation sorry). Then using the move tool and the hand tool get your image where you want it.

From the top bar File -> Export as -> PNG or JPG. Again it will have saved to your downloads folder.

Voila, we have a Glenn card! Hopefully you have a your sim card. I spent hours doing up all the templates so feel free to fill them with your sims for the challenge. All I ask is that you don't claim templates as your own work or shove them behind a paywall because rude and the whole premise of Simblreen is free treats! Obviously you do NOT need the templates to participate in the challenge, the cards are just how I'll be presenting mine. Like CAS challenges the possibilities are most often only limited by your imagination.

[lovelytsunoda]

mr. ghostface // lance stroll

summary: a trip to spirit halloween with her husband plants an idea in lance's head that he can't quite shake. knowing how stressed his beloved has been lately, he just wants them to have a little bit of spooky and festive fun.

pairing: lance stroll x wife! reader

warnings: straight up p*rn guys, idk what to tell you. there’s some light roleplay, but it’s done in a very playful and loving way so it’s not too intense, a few brief mentions of anxiety, two people that are truly madly and deeply in love with each other. i am going to hell for this.

authors note: i really like this one because it gave me a chance to play around with two people exploring the kinkier side of their relationship in a fun, lighthearted and carefree way, a way that works for them so they can experience the best of both worlds sexually. i had a lot of fun with this one, and now all I need is a lance in my life :)

there were few stores that y/n stroll loved more than spirit halloween. even now; as a married adult woman, there were few things she thought she could enjoy more on a fall afternoon than walking through the halloween store with her husband, a mcdonalds milkshake in one hand and her beloveds hand in the other.

lance was having the time of his life, delighting in scaring the bejesus out of his wife using the pedals that activated the animatronics. she would always jump, and clutch his arm for dear life, even if she partially knew what was coming.

wife. husband. neither of them would ever tire of calling the other, even after one year of marriage. lance was always saying things like “I’d like you to meet my wife”, or “have you met my wife yet” whenever he met someone new or reconnected with an old friend in the paddock.

their relationship seemed to have never left the honeymoon stage, bursting at the seams with love.

“babe, babe!” lance gushed, fumbling to get a hanger off the display wall. he held up the red costume corset, dangling limply off a plastic hanger. with his other hand, he grabbed the sequinned devil ears hanging above it. “you would look so fucking hot in these.”

she blushed, choking on her milkshake. “lance! outside the house? no fucking way, I’m not that bold.”

“you don’t have to wear it outside. in fact, i was hoping you’d wear it somewhere else. somewhere a little more…intimate.” lance hummed, his hands now resting on her waist, the corset back on the display wall as he pressed a kiss to her forehead.

“baby, i don’t even think that would fit me. that’s way too small for my ribcage, much less my boobs.” she laughed, slipping her free hand into lances back pocket and resting her head against his bicep.

lance chuckled, kissing her hairline again before reaching to the wall and grabbing a plastic mask. “oh, what about this?” he laughed, slipping the scream mask over his head and turning to his wife.

“whats your favourite scary movie?” he rasped, before breaking out into laughter. “come on, babe! we could be ghostface and casey!”

she laughed, trailing her finger up lances chest before yanking the mask off his head. he pouted playfully, and she laughed before she kissed him gently.

“absolutley not:”

“oh, I’m getting the mask.” lance insisted, taking the plastic from her.

she shrugged, taking another sip of her drink. she didn’t really care if lance bought the mask or not, she just wanted their couple costume to be a little classier than a fictional serial killer and his first victim.

“it’s your money.”

_______________

she sat at the living room desk two afternoons later, finding her attention span increasingly reaching it's breaking point as her bleary eyes wandered away from her laptop screen and towards the picture window, watching the changing leaves on the trees outside. everywhere around her, fall was settling in on the quebec countryside.

"babe!" lance's voice carried from their bedroom. "are you busy? i wanna show you something!"

technically, she was busy. she had a big project due at work, but she was practically begging the universe for a distraction at this point. closing her laptop, she pushed herself back from the table and started walking through the ranch house. the tile floor was cold against her bare feet as she passed through the kitchen, poking her head down the hallway in hopes of finding her husband.

"lance?"

she heard a closet door opening behind her, and when she turned around, she jumped, shriek piercing the air.

"you and that goddamn mask."

lance laughed, face hidden behind the white plastic ghostface mask. "sorry, babe. couldn't resist."

after her initial shock faded away, she realized that aside from the black silk pajama pants on his lower half, the mask was all that her husband was wearing.

"please don't kill me, mr. ghostface." she pouted, wrapping one slender leg around her lover's, running a hand up his bare chest, feeling every muscle and ridge. "i wanna be in the sequel." she wanted to kiss him, but with the mask, that would be hard, so she settled for gently kissing his collar bone. "what's all this for?"

lance raised an arm, pushing the mask off his face. “you’ve been really stressed lately. the other day, i watched you worry about the health implications of having onion rings with your sandwich because you were worried you haven’t been eating well this month.”

and that was true: she had been more anxious than usual, and her intrusive thoughts had been much more pervasive. she’d been trying to get back into a routine, following stretching videos on YouTube and going for walks, trying new recipes. but she was still having trouble falling asleep, keeping focussed. hell, she was even having trouble keeping the routine.

not getting lost inside her own head.

she kissed him gently, resting her body weight against him. lance still made her feel like a teenager in love, her teenage dream. even after a year of marriage there was still so much to look forward to.

like, apparently, nineties slasher roleplay in bed.

"i love you." she hummed, nuzzling into his neck.

"love you more, pretty girl." lance smiled, kissing her forehead. "take fifteen minutes and go make yourself feel sexy, i'm going to get some things out of the freezer for dinner. i'll make that pasta you like?"

“sounds like a plan.”

she tiptoed into the master bedroom, closing the door behind her before stripping out of her leggings and the baggy shirt she had been wearing, trading her cotton panties and wire bra for a short corset top and silk pajama shorts in a deep royal blue. the little silver “l” pendant that she wore around her neck fell gracefully against her skin, hair falling around her shoulders.

she could hear clattering coming from the kitchen. it was lance fumbling around to get the ground beef out of the freezer and into a bowl of cold water to defrost.

she popped open the bath and body works spray on the dresser, mist dusting her skin with body glitter. her spine tingled in anticipation of what was to come, goosebumps rising on her skin as she settled on the end of the bed, one leg crossed over the other so her shorts rode up, showing off more thigh than was necessary.

lance was a sucker for thighs. specifically hers.

the door creaked open, and lance crept into the room, the mask over his face once again. he paused before the end of the bed, and she was momentarily pissed off that she couldn't see the way he was looking at her. but she knew what that look in his eye would be: pure love and adoration.

"you look stunning." he whispered, his fingers ghosting over her skin as he brushed his hand up her leg, to her thigh. "hey, don't take this super seriously, okay? we're just having a bit of fun."

"i know." she took his hand in hers, pressing a kiss to his knuckles. "just be gentle with me."

"always."

she dropped his hand, and he brought it to her face, gently caressing her cheek as she looked down at her through the mask.

“what’s your favourite scary movie?”

“hmm, the one where I make it to the end?” she quipped, smiling up at her husband.

“oh, i think I can work with that.” he hummed, running his thumb down the side of her face, down the side of her neck, over her shoulder.

she giggled, flinching under his touch when he brushed against her neck. she had always been ticklish there.

“how are you going to make it worth my while to let you make it to a sequel?”

she uncrossed her legs, spreading them wide and leaning back on her palms. the fabric of her silken shorts had moved just so that lance could see that she wasn’t wearing any panties, a slight dark spot beginning to form on the fabric.

she could hear lance exhale, his breath reverberating against the mask. “you spread your legs pretty fast, darlin’. is this what you want? to let mr. ghostface have his way with you?”

his tone was lighthearted, his voice curling up into gentle laughter at the end of the sentence. it kept the carefree nature of their usual sex life embedded in the scene, despite its adventurous nature, which she would forever be thankful for. she could see the outline of his rapidly hardening cock through his silken pants.

“oh, yes, mr. ghostface.” she purred playfully, playing right into lance’s hands as she palmed one of her tits through the cups of the corset top. “please.”

he grabbed her leg, hiking it up and over his shoulder, dragging her to the edge of the bed and spreading her open for him. she gasped, falling back onto her forearms and pressing her chest up.

“jesus christ.” lance exhaled, his fingers brushing over her sopping entrance. “you’re dripping for me, sweetheart. is this turning you on? you want me to ravish you?”

“yes, mister, please.” she whined, pressing up against the pads of his fingertips. “touch me.”

lance slipped two fingers inside her with very little warning, barely giving her time to adjust before he started flexing his digits rapidly. she moaned under his touch, falling back against the bed.

“uh uh, darling. eyes on me. i want you to see who’s making you feel this good.”

his fingers brushed against her sensitive walls, and she bucked her hips against his hands before struggling up to her shaky arms, moaning even deeper at the sight in front of her: leg up on her husbands shoulder, the mask on his face, the way the muscles in his arms flexed as he finger-fucked her.

“that’s it, my good girl. my good, beautiful girl. so good for me.” lance hummed, his thumb coming down to circle her clit. “there better not be a single anxious thought in that head of yours.”

and for the first time that day, there wasn’t. she had crumbled under lances touch, her head empty the second he had kissed her in that hallway. she loved it.

loved him.

“oh god, lance,” she breathed, allowing herself to slip out of character as she reached for his wrist. “i think I’m gonna cum!”

the hand that previously kept a bruising grip on her leg dropped to reassuringly rub circles on her thigh. “I’ve got you, love. just close your eyes and ride out. cum on my fingers, you know you want to.”

she closed her eyes, arching her back as she felt her pussy contract, sucking lances fingers in and refusing to let go as she fell apart around him, whining his name as he scissored his fingers, dropping her leg and trying to guide her through her climax.

he withdrew his fingers, now covered in her release, making sure that his wife was watching before he lifted the mask just enough for her to watch him slip his fingers into his mouth, sucking up every last drop.

she whined at the sight, and would have clenched her thighs together if not for lances leg holding them open. instead, she found herself grinding against his thigh as he lovingly cradled her wrist against the mattress, leaning down to drop a kiss on her forehead.

“you’re so good, pretty girl. so perfect for me in every way. i hope you know that.”

“I know.” she giggled, pressing against him again. “thank you for doing this:”

lances nimble fingers slipped underneath the lacy cups of her top, taking her nipples in between his fingers. she writhed under him, exhaling his name.

“you don’t have to thank me, pretty girl. you just need to scream my name.”

“that can be arranged.” she was certain that her shorts were soaked; they would need some extra stain removal methods when she did the laundry.

lance could feel it too; a dark spot forming on his pants where she rubbed against him. he was starting to sweat under the mask, his hair matted to his face and his breathing heavy.

he slipped a finger underneath her bra strap, teasingly dragging it down her shoulder. she shivered under the sensations, knowing full well how she must look.

lust-drunk, face flushed and covered in a sheen of sweat, pupils dilated.

and he hadn’t even fucked her yet.

normally she’d be above begging. but not tonight. not while he was looming over her and fulfilling a fantasy she didn’t even realize that she had.

"please, please, i need your cock." she whined. "i need to be fucked, mr. ghostface. please."

under the mask, lance smirked. he wished he could kiss her, feel her whine into his mouth. “baby, baby, you never need to beg for me. because that means I’m not treating you right.”

“then put your cock in me!” she whined, nudging him with her leg.

chuckling to himself, lance pulled her shorts down her legs, dropping them to the carpet before he got up and slowly shed his own. his wife watched from the bed, butting her lip so hard he thought she might draw blood as she watched his rock-hard cock slap against his abs.

she couldn’t help it, one hand gently palming her clit as she watched lance stalk towards the bed, his breathing loud from inside the mask. despite the lack of control there appeared to be, she knew that she was 100% in control of what was about to happen.

lance gently pushed her hand away from her swollen clit, crossing her wrists over each other and holding them down with one hand. her breath hitched as he ran his cock up and down her folds, her hips bucking, trying to take what little he was giving her.

“are you ready for my cock, princess? are you ready to fucking scream my name?”

“yes, lance, please stop teasing me.”

he slid home in one swift movement, switching his grip on her wrists so that he had one wrist in each hand as he roughly drove into her.

her eyes practically rolled back in her skull as she moaned, her tight center squeezing his cock.

“oh, fuck.” she breathed, closing her eyes with an exhale. “fuck, you feel so good inside me. so deep.”

“you’re doing such a good job, pretty girl. you’re taking me like such a good girl.” lance praised, thrusting harder before loosening his grip on her wrists. “take off the mask, baby. I know you want to. let me kiss you.”

she reached up with one hand, eyes bleary from the pleasure she was feeling as she grabbed on to the black hood of the mask, gently tugging until the mask fell away.

“oh no, now I know your face.” she joked, playing along with the scene. “whatever will I do now? please don’t kill me mr. ghostface.”

lance laughed, leaning down to kiss her. he but down gently on her lip, sucking her bottom lip in between his own. “well, we have two options. I can make you my partner in crime.” he paused, reaching down to pinch her swollen clit. she jumped, squealing in pleasure. his hand still pinned one of her wrists to the bed, the other hand leaving red marks on his shoulder as he continued to pound into her. “or I could make you cum so hard that you forget my face and decide not to turn me in.”

she giggled, pretending to think it over. “I think I’ll take the orgasm.”

“good choice.”

she wrapped her legs around him, pulling his dick even deeper inside of her. he let go of her wrist, bracing himself on the bed while she dug her nails hard into his back, leaving scratches behind. he dropped his lips to her neck, pressing open mouthed kisses to her ticklish skin. she giggled, squirming underneath him.

lance loved it when she laughed during sex. to him, there was nothing sexier than seeing his wife let go. no anxiety, no self-consciousness. it made him feel close to her.

“my beautiful wife.” he grunted, rutting into her hard enough to push her body up the bed. she whined his name, arching her back to press her nipples against his chest.

the skin to skin was what she loved the most. that feeling of being as close as you possibly can to another person.

“oh, baby, right there.” it came out broken and raspy, and she found herself trying to hide her face in her husbands neck. “fuck, that feels so good.”

her walls fluttered, and lances thrusts faltered as he struggled to hold himself up. “are you close, baby? it’s okay, I’ve got you. you can let go.”

she clung on to him for dear life, skin flushed and juices dripping down her thighs. she couldn’t form words, nothing but incoherent whining coming out of her throat. she felt so full, so loved, the coil in her stomach threatening to snap as lance presses his lips to hers, sucking on her bottom lip and bringing one hand down to rub circles on her clit.

“lance, I’m cumming!” she cried, her nails digging into his back as she wrapped her body around him, shutting her eyes tightly as she pressed her face into his shoulder.

“I’ve got you, I’ve got you. you did so well, princess. you looked so pretty with my cock inside you.” he said softly, kissing her forehead as he guided her through it, feeling himself start to reach his own limits. “where do you want me to finish, pretty girl?”

she barely had the energy to respond, still trying to get her breath back as her legs shook from overstimulation, tears pressing at the corners of her eyes. “inside me, please, god, I need it.”

“fucking hell.” lance grunted, thrusting faster, his balls slapping against her sensitive skin as he went. “god I love you.”

he moaned as he dropped his head, nuzzling into her neck as he came with a howl, his cock jerking as it painted her walls white with his release. he stilled, peppering her face in kisses.

“I love you, baby. I don’t like seeing you stressed.”

she hummed, tangling her fingers in his hair and looking up at her husband. “I love you, too. thank you for saving me from myself.”

lance pulled out gently, his wife whimpering at the newfound feeling of emptiness. she clenched her thighs together, watching as her lover got up from the bed, pulling his silk pants back on.

“oh, babe, put in different pants.” she laughed, playfully throwing the ghostface mask in his direction. “those ones are probably gross as shit right now.”

“they’re not as bad as yours.” he shrugged, fishing a clean cotton t-shirt out of their shared dresser. there was something so casually intimate about sharing a dresser. “come on, let’s get you out of that corset.”

she sat up, pulling the comforter over her bottom half as she lazily leaned back into lances touch. his fingers glided down her back, unhooking the corset clasps and kissing over the red marks where the hooks had dug into her back. she raised her arms and he slipped the shirt over her head, watching the fabric billow gently over her features.

lance settled in next to her, and she rested her head against his chest, gently tracing his tattoo with her fingertip.

fortune favours the bold.

“you work too hard. it’s not healthy.” he hummed.

she sighed, leaning into his touch as he ran his fingers through her hair. “I know. once this project has been handled, the big boss is giving us some time off.”

“that’s good. maybe we can go somewhere. it doesn’t have to be anything big, maybe maine or calgary?”

“yeah, that sounds nice.” she rolled over, supporting her weight on her forearm. “thanks for this, by the way. and for keeping it fun.”

“of course. any time you want me to do all of the thinking for you, just let me know. that’s what husbands are for.” lance slowly started to sit up, easing her back down to the bed to remind her that she needed rest. “I’m gonna go start dinner. go to the bathroom, have a glass of water, and remember to rest, okay? I’ll wake you when it’s ready.”

she smiled, rubbing his arm gently as she looked up at her husband “or I could come to the kitchen and watch. you know I think it’s so hot when you cook, especially when you do it shirtless.”

“oh yeah? maybe I should get a chefs outfit for the next time we spice it up a little.”

“in your goddamn dreams.”

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