#softober

[eimmzy]

Soft morning

[ashmint-corner]

guys for no reason at all

i am now finding myself in a race to mass produce shinbaku content. Following an October prompt list I'll def credit later when my head ant feel so heavy. But I'm on the sfw side and casually calling it Softober.

I am tired. I am on my first two fics cause i was like- brilliant, why dont i do one for shinbaku and once for my oc x hobie ship, which i call glitchobie. somebody swaddle me in soft blankets and put me to sellp, what the hell am I doing?

P. S. writing Hobie is nerve wracking cause I need to nail how he speaks and I cant find that one writer that gave a detailed guide and sources to search, bless their soul.

[discountdemonwarehouse]

Kinktober 2024 - Softober - Apple Picking & Tractor Rides

I wasn't feeling the smut vibe today, so we get Terzo, Vinnie, Gabe, and Secondo going apple picking.

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        The after lunch meeting was finished, and Vinnie knew the schedule was clear for the rest of the day. She wrapped her arms around Terzo from behind, smooshing her cheek against his as he was finishing putting things in his briefcase. “Amore,” she purred in his ear. Terzo was instantly suspicious. “You never call me that, what do you want?” “Can we go apple picking?” He blinked. “Apple picking?” “Mhm.” She nuzzled his cheek a little. “I don’t even know where we would do that, uccellina.” “Well, there’s this cute place in Canada, and I already checked the weather…” “Vinnie. You want to go to Canada to go apple picking?” “Mhm.” She pressed her cheek more firmly against his. “Please?” He sighed. “I’ll have to check my sched–” “It’s clear,” she answered quickly. “Of course you did.” He made a show of thinking about it. “Fine. We’ll leave in an hour, I need to change.” Vinnie made a happy noise and kissed his cheek. “Gabe’s going to be so excited!” “Gabe? Of course Gabe’s involved. Never a date for us anymore, no…” Terzo grumbled as he watched Vinnie rush out. “It’s a double date,” she called over her shoulder before disappearing around the corner.

        Soon the four people stood on the gravel drive leading to the farm. Chuck snuffled a bit and lumbered off to investigate – no family pets were allowed at this apple orchard, so he’d explore elsewhere on his own. “Who’s idea was this?” Secondo grumbled, adjusting the knit sweater Gabe had picked for him. “Mine,” Gabe admitted bashfully. Vinnie adjusted the collar of Terzo’s flannel shirt. “You got us matching flannel shirts?!” He whispered snarkily at her. “Uhh, technically Gabe got us matching flannel shirts.” She shrugged. “He’s been watching a lot of movies recently…” “No more Hallmark movies!” Terzo hissed at Secondo. “You think I can stop him?!” Secondo hissed back. “The ghouls enable this shit all the time!” Terzo grimaced, and Vinnie choked back her laugh. The group started up the driveway, watching the other people, mostly children, moving around the activity area of the farm. “Oooh, a play area!” Gabe whispered, eyes wide like a cat seeing a Christmas tree. “Apple picking first!” Vinnie reminded him. “Especially if you want aesthetic photos.” “Right.” He nodded firmly.

        Secondo and Terzo went in to pay and get the apple bags. Gabe and Vinnie waited outside, looking over the activity area. “I want to jump off the sand mound.” “Gabe, no! You can’t get dirty yet.” “Right. Right. Let’s take pictures at the cut outs while we wait!” Vinnie watched in amusement as Gabe ran before she even answered, “Sure…” After they helped a nice lady and her two kids take a photo together, the woman returned the favour and took a picture of them – they were both sunflowers on either side of a scarecrow. “We should wait for Secondo and Terzo before we try to do any of the four-person ones,” Vinnie smirked. “Yes!” Gabe whispered excitedly. “Where are they anyways? The line wasn’t that long.” Vinnie scanned the area, spotting the two men slowly making their way towards them, carrying plastic bags and two cups of something each. “We got apple cider,” Secondo informed them, “Because inevitably someone will get cold.” “It’s him,” Gabe mumbled to Vinnie, who laughed a little.

        Secondo led the way to the “train station” to wait for the next ride out to the orchards. The train was actually a decorated tractor pulling wagons that looked vaguely like train cars. The two Papas quickly fell into a discussion in Italian and Vinnie watched as Gabe slowly got more fidgety. Looking around she spotted a smaller tractor coming towards them, and nudged Gabe. “Look at the mini train.” “Aw, it’s cute! Look at the little wagons. I almost wish we had kids to put on it.” “Ew.” “Vinnie,” Gabe laughed. The small train parked, and parents collected their kids from it. Vinnie and Gabe chatted with the employee, finding out that the kiddie train took a slightly longer, slower route to the apple picking area, but ultimately met at the same spot as the larger one. “I wish I could ride the kiddie train,” Gabe pouted. “Normally we wouldn’t, but if there’s a couple spots left, I’ll let you jump on,” the employee winked. “Oh, I don’t want to get you in trouble,” Gabe stammered in reply. “That won’t happen,” the man smiles. “I own the joint, after all.” “You do? Awesome!”

        Ten minutes later, Vinnie and Gabe were waving at Terzo and Secondo from the back two wagons of the kiddie train as it pulled away from the waiting area. “Che cazzo?!” Terzo muttered, causing Secondo to look up. “Gabe! What are you doing?” Secondo barked in surprise. “Having fun!” Gabe laughed. “Vinnie!” Terzo called imploringly. “It’s too late to get off, Terzo!” She called back. “We’ll see you at the orchard!” Terzo gave her a disbelieving gesture and she affectionately gave him the finger before doing heart hands. Gabe pulled out his phone, snapping a picture of the two gaping Satanic Popes, before insisting on a selfie with Vinnie. Terzo and Secondo looked at each other, shaking their heads. “At least they bring out the happiness in each other?” Terzo offered. Secondo grunted. “Is that what it is?” “And the chaos, and the troublemaking, and…” Terzo smirked affectionately. “Here’s our ‘train’ now.”

        Gabe’s tall frame was somewhat stuck in the wagon, and Vinnie tried to pull him out. “C’mon, Gabe, you aren’t even trying!” “I don’t want to break the wagon!” “You won’t break the wagon, just put your one leg like I told you, and swing it out onto the ground.” Gabe tried, and ended up stuck in a worse position. Vinnie couldn’t help the laughter, seeing the awkward position and the look of panic on his face. “It’s going to be okay, buddy, we just need someone taller than me to help,” she pat his shoulder reassuringly. “Who?! I’m taller than the farmer!” He wailed quietly, also now laughing a little. “Ummm…” Vinnie looked around, sighing in relief when she saw the other tractor in the distance. “What?” “The other tractor is coming. Secondo can save you.” “Oh thank fuck,” Gabe muttered quietly. “Hey mister, are you stuck?” a little boy asked suddenly. “Uh, yeah, I am.” Gabe smiled shyly. “Hey mom! This dude’s stuck!” the kid screamed before running away. Gabe and Vinnie both blinked and watched the kid run, before Vinnie frowned. “Kids.” She muttered darkly.

        Secondo scooped Gabe out of the wagon, after taking the opportunity to laugh at him. Vinnie took the opportunity to take a photo of Gabe being carried like a Disney princess. “I’m buying you handcuffs for your birthday,” Terzo muttered in her ear. “Kinky, but not the safest toy to use.” “It’s to keep you from wandering off!” “Someone has to keep an eye on Gabe. You and Secondo were busy talking about whatever.” “Our mutual hatred of Hallmark movies.” “Uh-huh. Anyways, not my fault this double date became platonic twosomes,” she shrugged. “C’mon you two!” Gabe called. He was holding hands with Secondo and waving them towards the rows of trees. “Time for some forbidden fruit!” She quipped, tugging Terzo’s hand. “You know it wasn’t actually an apple, right?” “Yeah, yeah.” She smirked at him suddenly, “Not that you complained that one day…” Terzo cleared his throat, following her. “Yes, well…”

        Many photos were taken, much to Gabe’s delight and the irritation of both Terzo and Secondo, while Vinnie attempted to remain impartial, but had definitely started making dorky faces. They rode the tractor together back to the main area, the group’s two bags of apples. Vinnie leaned against Terzo, his arm around her shoulders, and Gabe was chatting animatedly with Secondo, who looked slightly overwhelmed hearing yet another Hallmark movie plot, but also very loving towards his partner. “This was fun,” she said quietly to Terzo. “Mm, debatable.” “Terzo.” “It had its moments.” Vinnie rolled her eyes, sipping her now lukewarm apple cider. “What are we going to do with all these apples?” he whispered in her ear. “Eat them?” She shrugged. “There’s only… four pie’s worth in here.” “Only,” he mimicked somewhat sarcastically. “I’ll make you apple pie quesadillas or something, since you like quesadillas so much.” Terzo rolled his eyes. “Maybe.”

        They wandered through the farm shop, picking up a few baked goods. “Okay someone said we need apple cider donuts, even though I don’t know if they’re a Canadian thing…” Vinnie murmured while browsing the baked goods. “Oh, hey, maybe we’re in luck!” Gabe peeked at the boxes. “We should get some for Val and Copia!” “Good plan.” “Why didn’t they come?” “Uh, Val said it wasn’t his thing… But also I think that box we took to the archives might have had some of the, um, sex pollen…” “Oh…” “Yeah…” Vinnie snickered. “Oooh candy apples!” “What? I’ve never had one!” “They don’t have these in Poland?” “I don’t know.” “Well then. We need candy coated ones, caramel ones, and chocolate ones…” Vinnie loaded a number into the basket, one of each for herself, Gabe, and a couple for Val and Copia. “Are we done yet?” Secondo asked. “Almost!” Gabe called back. “I want some apple cider though.” Secondo sighed, but obliged by fetching a large jug from the cooler. “We can drink it while we cuddle and watch movies!” Gabe grinned. “Not Hallmark!” Secondo pleaded. “It’s definitely going to be Hallmark,” Vinnie murmured to Terzo, “He already has three picked out.”

[gemoglobinchik]

Softober: A NSFW Disco Elysium Charity Zine is out NOW! More info HERE

Kim bonus for Softober zine

[jessihazuki]

¡He querido hacer el reto de octubre softober que hago cada año pero con contenido Sidlink en vez de con mis OC's! Serán relatos cortos y bonitos.

[cerealforkart]

for the ship drawing pose thing, A1 with a platonic Normal and Dood? they deserve to hug.

If the season finale doesn’t look at least a little like this I don’t know what I’ll do

5/31

[thenewblackcanvas]

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[mrtequilasunset]

Crawled out of my hole because I wanted to participate in @panzercat 's softober. obv can't post weiners here but the uncensored is on my twt

[fanovember]

Fanovember 2024 prompt list

(Written list below the line)

We decided to go through literary genres this time, although you can fit the prompt however you please (by using the literal word in your piece, a small reference, or writing in the style of that prompt!)

→We'll be posting some ideas every day to spark creativity if any prompt in particular doesn't work well for you. Although you don't have to complete the challenge 100% (I won't, more on that later)

→There's no limit on extension at all, whatever you need will be fine. (At least 200 words was the initial idea, but I, for instance, sometimes need less)

→You can write in any language you want, we'll repost anyway. It's also valid if you mix languages! (I'll use Spanish since the media I've chosen is originally in that language)

→Arists are welcome too, of course!

→Some people suggested creating an Ao3 Collection for this challenge and we have listened carefully (also had some help from @prettysophist, tysm again!) So here it is! Fanovember 2024 Ao3 Collection is now available for all of you. Remember to tag and categorize your works correctly so people can find what they'r looking for/avoid anything they don't want to read. Be nice!

→Remember to mention this blog @fanovember and use any (or all) of these tags both here and on Ao3:

#fanovember

#fanovember 2024

#fanovember 24

→Needless to say, this event does NOT allow AI generated content of any kind. We want to see the most human of arts and writings

Personally, I don't think I'm completing the full list, as I'm absolutely surpassed by daily responsibilities. But since Softober went well, I'll choose 12 or 13 of the prompts that appeal to me the most and write those throughout the month. You can do whatever works best for you too, we don't want you to feel pressured by any means.

Choose your fandom (or fandoms) and start creating! Let's have some fun!!

Fanovember 2024

01. Romance

02. Short story

03. Terror

04. Adventure

05. Art

06. Retelling

07. Historical

08. Journal

09. Theatre

10. Witchcraft

11. Religion

12. Fantasy

13. Astrology

14. Mithology

15. Poetics

16. Reality show

17. Press

18. Urban fantasy

19. Film/Movie

20. Family

21. Music

22. Epistolary

23. Sci-fi

24. Autobiography

25. Cuisine

26. Dance

27. Board games

28. Classic

29. Triller

30. Flash-fiction

[who-can-touch-my-boob]

<- Sanemi simp posts masterlist

The Sanemi softober continues and this time it’s another heartbreaking one. Because I’m currently rewatching the Sanemi and Genya episodes and reading the novels.

Not proofread, just wrote and posted because I’m sad.

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First of all, no big brother should have to bury his little brother… not after already burying his other siblings years ago right after killing his mother. Sanemi can still feel the weight of each one of his sibling’s and mother’s dead bodies.

Sanemi still remember the heart wrenching cries of Genya, his hand still clutching onto the cleaver while his eyes locked onto the scene before him. He knew his little brother’s words were nothing more than a child grieving, struggling to understand what truly was going on.

Once Genya had been taken away by neighbours who’d heard the commotion, Sanemi merely stood alone on the streets watching the kimono left behind after his mother. He couldn’t tell if this was all merely a nightmare and he’d soon be woken up by the soothing voice of his beloved Ma.

With heavy steps, his bare feet bruised and calloused from walking shoeless his whole life. Sanemi inwardly tells himself this isn’t real, nothings real.

Sadly it was all very real.

He gently place the corpses of his deceased siblings on a wooden carrier he usually used for his job. Once they were all loaded, he covers their pale and lifeless faces and makes his way to the forest. A small clearing, that’s where he chose to bury them.

A place which held a lot of precious memories, laughter shared. The perfect place for his family to rest in peace.

Koto, Shuya, Sumi, Hiroshi and Teiko.

Sanemi can’t remember if he even blinked once, his eyes dry and stinging. The tears shed has etched into his features.

At last, he pulls out the kimono his mom wore along with a hairpin he had bought her with his first allowance. He was five years old, too young to work, but when he learned he was going to be a big brother for the first time he wanted nothing more than to help her.

“I’m sorry, Ma. I’m sorry…”

He stares at the graves, kneeling before them as he pours his heart out. After mourning for hours, darkness once more fallen over him - Sanemi knew he had to do everything in his power to make sure he won’t be burying his last living family member too.

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“Because my ‘Nemi… is… the nicest… person… ever…”

Those words echoed through Sanemi’s already traumatised mind, his hands trembling so hard he’s barely able to maintain a grip on the shovel. Despite digging graves before, this time it took much longer.

The grave needs to be bigger than the others and with his missing digits he also struggles. Careful to not cause his healing wounds to open up, Sanemi is careful to take a lot of breaks. At this point he’s sure he’ll never stop crying.

After hours, just as sun is setting he’s done. Done digging, done burying… just done. He feels empty, broken beyond repair and utterly alone.

“Sanemi?”

The familiar voice calling out to him pulls him back into reality. The reality where he’s kneeling before the graves of his loved one and holding his sword against his throat. For a moment he had been ready to end it all, so join his family again.

But then he’s reminded he’s not alone. He has you. You, the light in his life, the one who somehow manage to ground him amidst the chaos and grief. Your arms wraps around his kneeling form, hugging him from behind tightly and as you whisper soothing comforts into his ear, Sanemi barely notice how your hands gently remove the sword from his grip.

“They wouldn’t want that, Sanemi… for you to join them like that.”

He knows you’re right and he nods in response as he turns around, wrapping his arms around you and pull you into his lap. His tears soaks the collar of your shirt and you stroke his hair tenderly, placing series of kisses in his hair and hug him.

Sanemi’s voice is barely audible between his hitched sobs and shallow breaths. The grief is too much for one man to shoulder alone and you know that no matter how much love you give him, you’ll never be able to truly fill the void left behind. But that’s alright, because you will never run out of love and remind Sanemi the rest of your lives together.

“I miss them… so fucking much.”

He whisper hoarsely, the pain and sorrow in his voice breaks your heart and all you can do it just hug him tighter and hope Sanemi choose to not leave you behind and reunite with his family before his time.

[doddsmountain]

For Red’s Softober over on twitter

Love is washing your partner’s back

Full found here

[discountdemonwarehouse]

Kinktober 2024 - Softober - Pumpkin Patch

Characters: Vinnie, Gabe, Cardinal Valentino, Papas Primo, Secondo, and Terzo

Summary: Vinnie and Gabe go to Primo's pumpkin patch to help pick and carve pumpkins under the watchful eye of Val.

I needed something soft and wholesome because I feel icky today.

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        “Hey Spaceman!” Vinnie greeted Gabe as they met up outside by the greenhouses. He wore a plastic coverall and rubber dishwashing gloves were sealed with duct tape on his forearms. “Beep boop!” Gabe responded dryly, but smiling. “I still can’t believe you’re allergic to pumpkin.” “Only touching it. Or at least the raw pumpkin. I can eat cooked pumpkin though.” “Hm, interesting. Must work like how lactose intolerant people can eat cooked dairy because it changes it.” “There you are!” A voice called to them from behind them. “Gabe, you can’t just leave me behind.” “Oh no, the babysitter,” Vinnie whispered playfully. “Hi, Val.” “Vincencia,” he responded coolly. “Gabe, I have your EpiPen.” “Right! My EpiPen. Thanks!” Gabe grinned bashfully. “Are you coming too? It’s a trek and the ground might be rough,” Vinnie asked cautiously, not wanting to upset Val. “Yes, I’m coming too. For some reason I’ve been tasked with overseeing you today – or at least Gabe. Plus I need to speak with Papa Primo.” Val struck off without them. “Besides, I used to go on field digs regularly. This doesn’t scare me.” Gabe and Vinnie shared a slightly concerned look, but shrugged and dutifully followed along.

        The trek to the pumpkin patch wasn’t necessarily a short one, Primo insisted the pumpkins be planted further from the other gardens to give them room to grow, and avoid invasion of space. Gabe and Vinnie got distracted a few times for random reasons, causing Val to have to stand and wait, leaning on his cane. Was it an intentional move to help the older man avoid overexertion? They’d never tell. “Crows!” Gabe yelled, pointing as a part of the Ministry’s murder drifted lazily towards them. “Aw, the babies,” Vinnie cooed, putting up a hand to shade her eyes as she looked. A couple of the birds swooped down, buzzing the trio as a greeting, one landing on Vinnie’s shoulder. It greeted her with a few soft noises and Vinnie stroked its head with a finger. “We’re going to the pumpkin patch,” she informed the bird, pointing in the general direction. The bird croaked a little, and flew off, calling to the other birds. “Why don’t they like you?” she asked Val. “Did you do something to them?” Her eyes fell to his cane before lifting to his face again. “I, um, no… Well, I may have… resurrected one of their loved ones.” He coughed a little. “Oh.” Vinnie nodded a little, eyeing the necromancer. “Not something they enjoyed?” “Not fully, no.” He started walking again. “I haven’t done it since, I think that’s the only reason they don’t attack me, sometimes.”

        Primo greeted them heartily as they arrived at the pumpkin patch. “There you are. I assume this one got distracted easily?” Primo teased Gabe as they got near him. “Of course, Papa,” Val greeted politely. “You know him well.” “He’s a hard worker,” Primo nodded, referencing Gabe’s work in the gardens. “Well, come along. Lots of pumpkins to collect and carve before Samhain. Cardinal Valentino, there are benches over there if you don’t wish to join us.” Val nodded. “I have some reading to do, but I do wish to speak with you, Papa Primo, if you have some time.” “ Certo, certo ,” Primo waved a hand. “Let me get the young ones settled.” Primo walked with Gabe and Vinnie to the area he wanted them to work in. “Pick as many as you wish that are ready. There’s wheelbarrows here, and the large wagon over there is where we’re putting all the ones to go up to the Ministry later. The ones you wish to carve, do so over there,” he pointed. “Throw the innards into the buckets, we spread them on the fields later. Easiest way to repopulate the field and keep it contained.” “Got it!” Gabe chimed, and Vinnie just nodded. “And the Cardinal has your EpiPen, I assume?” Primo asked. “Yes, Papa,” Gabe answered dutifully.

        Primo returned to Val’s side, and Gabe and Vinnie dutifully began loading the wheelbarrows with pumpkins and taking them to the wagons. Snippets of music drifted across the area from a radio somewhere among the Siblings also working on preparing for Samhain. After moving about fifty pumpkins the two found suitable pumpkins for themselves to carve. “Should we carve a tiny one for Val since he only likes to have a little bit of fun?” Vinnie joked. “You’re bad!” Gabe laughed. “But maybe. He might actually like it.” “We’ll see how this goes. Remember not to touch your fucking face though, okay?” “Yeah, yeah, I know.” “You know but you’re accident prone – that’s why Val’s babysitting you for some reason.” “I don’t know why it’s him, he’s a necromancer and restoration guy.” “I know. But he’s also dating Copia, so I wonder if they’re trying to keep all of us together for some reason.” Gabe looked at Vinnie. “You think… Because we’re all dating Papas or soon-to-be Papas…” Vinnie shrugged. “It crossed my mind. Otherwise it’s just weird to make Val follow us around.”

        Gabe stared at her with wide eyes for a moment. “Do you think we’re in danger?” “Nah, I haven’t heard anything in any of the Special Missionary meetings anyways. Terzo hasn’t said anything either.” “Hm. Maybe they just want us to be friends,” Gabe shrugged. “You sweet, sweet, summer child,” Vinnie muttered. “Okay, let’s go closer to Val and Primo for when you inevitably need your EpiPen.” “Hey!” “What?! I don’t want you dead, stupid.” “Aw, you love me.” “Like a brother, butthead.” Gabe bumped her shoulder affectionately and they walked towards the two older men, carrying their pumpkins.

        Primo offered both of them markers to draw on their pumpkins, keeping an eye on them as he chatted with Val about the occult. “Primo, stop acting like I’m a child,” Vinnie snapped finally. “Apologies.” Primo smiled ruefully. “It is fun to watch you and Gabe enjoying yourselves though. Healing the inner child and all that.” Vinnie grumped, but went back to work on choosing a design. “Okay, I got my design,” Gabe said proudly, holding up his pumpkin. The eyes were like crescent moons, the nose an off-kilter triangle, and the mouth a smile with four adorable square teeth. “Aw, it’s going to be adorable!” Vinnie grinned. “I haven’t decided yet, but I think I’m leaning towards scary.” Her pumpkin currently only had a marking on the top for cutting it open. Gabe picked up the children’s safety pumpkin set he’d been given, taking out the small serrated knife. He’d just started cutting when Val interrupted him.

        “Gabe, you should angle the knife so the lid doesn’t slide into the pumpkin later.” “Oh, okay. Like this?” He adjusted it. “Yep.” A few moments later, Gabe was still struggling, and Val came over to him. “Let me do– help you.” “Thanks,” Gabe said gratefully. “This is only like my second time doing this.” Val nodded, and carefully cut the lid of the pumpkin before handing the small knife back to Gabe. Gabe lifted the lid, carefully cutting the strands still connected to it. Vinnie settled on lots of jagged, pointy teeth, a small upside down triangle nose, and narrow eyes. She produced a folding knife from her back pocket and set to work. “How come you get a sharp knife?” Gabe asked suddenly. “Because I’m less of a clutz than you are.” Vinnie shrugged. “Good point.” The two started scooping the goo out of their pumpkins. “Can you put a bunch of seeds on this paper?” Val asked suddenly. “I have a sudden desire to make some baked pumpkin seeds.” “I wonder if I can eat those…” Gabe mused. Vinnie shrugged. “Maybe we only test that if we’re near the infirmary.”

        Scooping out the pumpkin guts, Vinnie and Gabe put the most seedy bits onto paper for Val, and the rest in the bucket. Vinnie resisted the urge to throw a handful of them at Gabe, and eyed Val for a moment. “Don’t even,” the older man muttered warningly. Vinnie let them fall onto the paper with a plop, innocently stating, “Wouldn’t dream of it, Cardinal.” “Mhm.” The pumpkins were finally cleaned inside, and Gabe and Vinnie started carving out the shapes, concentrating on the job at hand. “Who is the small pumpkin for, amici ?” Primo asked suddenly. “Oh! That one is for the rats,” Vinnie responded, looking up with a smile. “We thought they might enjoy a treat.” “Yeah, and you can do that thing people do with chickens,” Gabe added. “You poke holes where you want them to chew – well, peck, in the case of chickens – and see what kind of design you get.” “Interesting…” Val murmured. “I’m sure the ratto bambinos and Copia will appreciate the thought and enrichment.” “Hey, why don’t you have a skeleton with you?” Gabe asked Val suddenly.

        “Gabe, you can’t just ask people why they don’t have a boner,” Vinnie teased. “Please stop calling them boners…” Val sighed. “But you mean this?” Val concentrated and snapped his fingers, a greenish cloud of smoke forming on the ground in front of him. A small rat skeleton appeared, head tilting curiously as it sat on its haunches, looking at Val. “ Ciao, Rigatoni,” he murmured, holding out a gloved hand for the rat to climb on. “Rigatoni? Wasn’t that… one of Copia’s…?” Vinnie asked quietly. Val nodded. “One of his previous rats, yes. Here, Gabe.” The rat was moved to Gabe’s shoulder, where it immediately started “sniffing” at him and grooming his hair with its skeletal paws. “That tickles!” Gabe muttered, setting down his pumpkin knife. “No touching!” Both Vinnie and Val yelled as Gabe went to touch the rat with pumpkin-covered hands. “Wha–? Ohh. Right, right. I’ll pet you later, little buddy.” “I kind of miss Rexie,” Vinnie muttered, looking at Rigatoni. “I didn’t think a t-rex in the pumpkin patch was the best idea.” “Yeeeeah, probably not. Might get messy, even in skeleton form.” “My pumpkins…” Primo uttered softly.

        They were just finishing up as Secondo and Terzo arrived. “Everyone having fun?” Terzo asked. “Are you stalking us?” Vinnie responded. “Why would I stalk you? Maybe I came to get my own pumpkin.” “Not in your new Armani suit, you didn’t.” She retorted sassily. “I told him it was a bad idea,” Secondo chuckled, looking at Gabe’s pumpkin. “I was tired of meetings but didn’t want to change!” “Be a shame if something were to happen to it…” Vinnie murmured, slowly reaching for the pumpkin guts beside her. “Vincencia, do not even dare ,” Terzo hissed at her, stepping behind Secondo. “Hey, leave me out of this!” Secondo grumbled, trying to sidestep away. “Oh, are we having a pumpkin fight?” Gabe asked, grabbing a handful of guts from beside him. “ Volpetto , put down the pumpkin guts…” Secondo tried to command sweetly. “But it sounds fun!” Gabe grinned. “Besides, if I throw it at you, you can’t retaliate because I’m allergic and you’d feel bad!” “And you thought I was calculating,” Vinnie muttered, grinning. “ Volpetto …” Secondo warned.

        A wet splat was the next thing anyone heard, a large handful of the orange, stringy innards hitting Secondo in the chest. Vinnie laughed loudly, watching Secondo’s disgusted look deepen as he looked at the goop on his leather jacket. Terzo was grimacing, carefully checking his own clothing for overspray. Rigatoni clung to Gabe’s shoulder, mouth moving in a silent chittering motion. Val hurried forward to scoop up the little skeleton. “Gabe, be careful! He may be dead, but he’s still somewhat fragile.” “Sorry… It was funny though.” Val’s mouth twitched under his pencil mustache, but he maintained composure. “I’m not sure Papa Secondo agrees.” “Oh, I definitely do not… Come along, volpetto . It’s time to get us cleaned up so I can teach you a lesson.” “Uh oh,” Vinnie taunted Gabe. “Yeah, normally this shit is your fault,” Gabe snarked back. “I’m innocent today!” “Give it time, uccellina ,” Terzo grumbled. “I’m sure you’ll find something.” “Me? More like you will find something, you old horndog.” “‘Old horndog’?! That mouth, uccellina …” Terzo commented, a glint in his eyes. “Gabe,” Vinnie looked at her friend, who looked at her questioningly. “Run!” Both of them leapt up and started running back towards the Ministry, leaving everyone else staring after them, and two of the Papas debating if they wanted to give chase.

Pumpkin inspo pics:

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Jean x Mustard for Red's Softober Full on Twitter - HERE | Full on BSKY - HERE

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B4 for henry and darryl

Last one! We’ll always have oakson

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I Want To Do Something For Kinktober But Got No Ideas-Help Me Out?

I do want to participate in kinktober and do something related but I have a few decisions and I want you to help pick and idea and whatever idea gets the most votes- I'll do it.

Ideas Include:

Softober: The antidote to Kinktober where I write 5 fics of pure vanilla and the softest smut ever.

Mommytober: Pick 5 pieces from my Mommytober list and re-write them because my writing is way better now.

5 Days of Lee Know: A spin-off series based on my 'First!Time with Lee Know' fic.

Astrotober: Write 5 astrology-based analysis on certain idols

New Fic will be dropping this Saturday AEST!!

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