#the pain of no one recognizing your Halloween costume

[calmyourstorms]

throwback to that year i dressed up as morticia adams for halloween but mom way overdid my makeup to the point people asked me if i was a raccoon

[anantaru]

𝐁𝐎𝐍𝐔𝐒 — 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐔𝐏 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐍

✦ kinktober bonus — dressing up for a halloween party feat. diluc : kaeya : itto : childe : scaramouche : kazuha : al-haitham : tighnari x fem! reader | kinktober masterlist.

✦ warnings: nsfw : crack : religious theme in kaeya's part

✦ 𝐕𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐃𝐈𝐋𝐔𝐂

his sharp canine teeth were playfully grazing over your warm neck, diluc added the right amount of pressure into his teasing as he slowly bit down. You squirmed out, tilting your head to the side so he'd have a better look on your neck as you moaned at the sharp pain, only for diluc to hear you, "am i playing the part well enough?" he murmured his question against your ear with a visible smirk on his face. His eyes were slightly darkened with the little help of the eyeshadow you so happened to help him with, together with a generous amount of fake blood splattered around the corners of his lips.

however, diluc's costume was not even that different from his usual go to outfits, which for some reason was way too hilarious in your eyes. "you're doing better than i thought." you smiled at him as your fingers intertwined with his own, pulling him closer when you placed your lips on top of his, a faint layer of fake blood staining your lips. "you should keep those teeth on for later." you breathed out, pulling away, watching as his hands grabbed onto the soft skin of your ass, squeezing the flesh as it slightly spilled out in between his digits, "what's later?" the air started to prickle around you with diluc's question out in the open, as if he didn't know what's about to come later on.

✦ 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐊𝐀𝐄𝐘𝐀

it was eerie in the room where the yearly mondstadt halloween party was held, with the air being hot and thick around you, your skin shining with a faint layer of sweat. Kaeya had you pushed against a wall, being eternally grateful that no one seemed to spot you both, his lips carving up into a devilish smirk all of a sudden, an amazing idea popping into his mind.

"oh!" his attempt to feign innocence was more adorable than annoying, yet you still rolled your eyes at him, "are you a nun? i lost my bible." kaeya chuckled at his own joke, his fingers now tracing the outline of your costume before pulling it up so he could hook his digits into your panties. "you won't find anything here, kaeya." you teased, wrapping your arms around his neck, your mouth slightly parting upon feeling him rub you through your damp panties.

"are you sure I won't find anything? I can feel something there." he was asking in a low tone before leaning over to you, his body having an intriguing energy, more so hiding you so no one could possibly spot what was going on or what the both of you were currently engaging in. Kaeya closed his eyes shut as he let you suck him in, mouth agape, his fingers knuckles deep in your tight cunt feeling your spongy walls. "fuck, you're tight." he panted out, leaving a trail of wet kisses on your neck before rubbing his thumb on your clit, "you should say your last prayer to me now."

✦ 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐖𝐎𝐋𝐅 𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐎

you're walking towards the big venue where the party was held with itto being right next to you, his arm wrapped around your waist. "do you think people will recognize my costume?" he stopped walking as he asked you that question, visibly concerned that the effort he put behind his clothes wouldn’t be showered in praises. You smiled at him, your hands resting on his chest before pulling him in for a small kiss, "they might think you're a werewolf oni hybrid." biting down on your lower lip to prevent yourself to laugh as your fingers hooked on his cheeks so you could playfully pull on them.

"hey!" itto pouted, his brows furrowing as he caged you in with his arms, wrapping them around your waist, your chin now resting on his chest as you looked up at him through your lashes, "i'm a werewolf and you're my red riding hood, i can't be part oni!" itto snorted before realizing you were messing with him, yet again. He didn't want to let you get off the hook that easily now, not on halloween of all days. Itto leaned to your ear, catching you off guard, "you need to stop messing with me, it makes me horny."

he pressed a chaste kiss on your earlobe before biting down abruptly. "itto not here, people are watching us." you're panicking, expression visible with concern, his hands hiding behind your red cape to knead your ass. "that‘s what you get, little miss red riding hood." itto continued, "they won't see a single thing." you were pressed against his body now, feeling how incredibly hard he had gotten the past minute as you slightly ruffled your cape to hide at least, a little bit of what's about to come. Itto smoothed his hands over your bare ass, wandering down south until hitting your cunt, rubbing painfully slow circles which had you gasp out without an ounce of control of your body.

✦ 𝐉𝐎𝐂𝐊 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐄

"my precious cheerleader." childe cooed against your ear as you straddled him, his cock rubbing over your pulsating walls, "we should go back to the party, ajax." you whined out at a particularly harsh thrust from him, tossing your head back as he moved you back and forth his erect member, "not yet." he gritted his teeth, watching you through his lashes with a seductive smirk on his lips, "I'm still playing my game, can i get some cheers?" you're rolling your eyes at him, leaning against his body as you fondled with the jersey he was wearing, pulling it up to expose his stomach to your eyes.

"you should make me cum first." you teased, your cold fingers tracing soft lines around his muscles when you felt them twitch underneath. "fuck." ajax groaned out, parting his mouth with his canine teeth slightly sticking out. He‘s grabbing your hips to push you up his member, your aching core hovering over his cock. "you're so fucking hot in that costume, you know that?" he smirked, crashing his lips with yours while sliding his tip back in your cunt. You scrunched your eyes shut at the feeling of getting split by his girth again, digging your fingernails into his shoulders as your gummy walls engulfed him fully.

✦ 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋 𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐄

"i can be your angle, or your devil." you joked around, having a blast as scaramouche looked rather annoyed, yet still trying to hide the natural responses of his body to laugh, "that's not funny." he's wrapping his arms around his chest before slightly tilting his head away. "I look stupid, when's this party over?" he groaned, his brows furrowing with wrinkles showing on his forehead.

"you look sexy." you blurted out, the way you were rolling that sentence off your tongue made scaramouche flustered all of a sudden, his cheeks burning red if it wasn't for the eerie foggy room hiding that beautiful sight from you. "i think you look sexy." you repeated, this time against his ear, a whisper, barely able to be heard. His gaze settled to your body as his arms pulled you close, one of them wrapping around your neck to have you against his chest, your boobs pressed up and spilling out of your fabric.

"you on the other hand look amazing, did i tell you that already?" he paused before slipping his fingers into the tight corset you were wearing, pinching your nipple. You whined at the feeling and sudden warmth, body shivering which he noticed immediately. Scaramouche hummed in satisfaction, continuing to pull and drag your erected nipple with his fingers. The desperation was building up in your gut, eagerness dancing on your eyes now, "lets get out of here my dear angel."

✦ 𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐊𝐀𝐙𝐔𝐇𝐀

your mouth was full of kazuha's cock, your hand twisting around his shaft and spreading your spit as a lubricant, "just like that." he moaned above you, tightening his jaw, "my precious treasure." the chorus of chants leaving him were coaxing you on to take him deeper, his fingers entangling themselves in your hair to help you bob your head back and forth his member.

you dragged your tongue around his stiff cock, hollowing your cheeks before pulling away, only leaving the tip in. Kazuha's moans turned into tiny whines, getting higher pitched as he was nearing his climax. You were breathing through your nose, your little sounds vibrating on his erected cock with his musky scent invading your nostrils. Your breathing stayed clear and even, you enjoyed the weight of his twitching cock on your tongue as you worked him expertly.

kazuha let go of a line of high pitched moans mixed together with desperate whines as the burn in his stomach broke open, abruptly pulling you against him until your nose hit his pelvis. Your gurgled around his shaft, throat flexing, when he spilled his white hot seed down, marking you up. You swallowed it all, as always, licking your lips before rubbing the residue spit n cum on your chin away with the back of your hand. "you‘re amazing." he admitted, helping you fix yourself, "you know that you're my most precious treasure?"

✦ 𝐙𝐎𝐌𝐁𝐈𝐄 𝐀𝐋-𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐌

al-haitham pushed you against the wall, his broad figure hiding you from everyone's view as it looked like the both of you were only talking, when in reality you were palming him through his pants. You slipped your fingers past his boxers, feeling his hot stiff cock on your palm before slowly starting to fist him, a few droplets of precum running down your knuckles.

"you know that there isn't an actual study that confirms that zombies indeed could live in a normal manner like we do?" the expression on your face was priceless, his words leaving you dumbstruck as you haltered your movements for a second, the sentence still ringing in your ears as you looked up at him. "are you serious?" your wording was in a confused tone, a small laugh fading from your lips. You weren't able to comprehend that al-haitham was seriously thinking about the origin of his costume while you were literally busy stroking his fully erected cock with your hand.

"i‘m just saying, my costume doesn't make any sense." he muttered away as you suddenly added more pressure behind your touch which resulted in him groaning out in surprise, shooting you an intriguing stare, "we can talk about this later." you whispered against him, circling your thumb around his tip to drag the oozes of precum down his shaft. Al-haitham nodded in response, breath hitching, his eyes heavy as he closed them, leaning against the wall and practically caging you in. He involuntarily began to rut himself in your fist, the slight overstimulation creeping up to him as he desperately tried to muffle his sinful sounds, already forgetting his concerns from just a few minutes ago.

✦ 𝐃𝐎𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐈

"let me check your heartbeat again." tighnari placed his head on your breasts which were hidden by your nurse costume, yet they were slightly spilling out of the thin fabric. He left a trail of wet kisses on your skin, groaning as the annoying clothing was in the way of his scheme, "that's not where my heart is though." your face brightened when you laughed out, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him in for a kiss.

"i'm the doctor here." he hummed, his lips curling up into an intriguing smile, taking one of his plastic tools off his belt— which was a part of his costume, to brush it over your tits. You whined once it hit your erected nipple, glancing at him through hooded eyes. "there's people here." your back slightly arching into him while you looked through the room which was full of people celebrating into the night. "and?" tighnari raised an eyebrow at you, dragging the plastic tool down south right above your cunt, "they're going to think we're acting out our costumes, my dear nurse."

he could hear your faster breathing with his ears, not to mention the way your muscles tensed up, in tighnari's eyes there was no better view other than seeing you slowly turn needy and desperate for him. You gasped as he pressed the plastic on your clit, without moving it an inch, "you're already wet." he figured as you looked right past his play, the devilish grin making it obvious. He continued to gently rub the fake tool on your folds, seeing how you began to rut yourself into it, breath hitching much to his pleasure, "that's it."

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[hypermania]

transcript of the full thread:

"A very long thread: To the League fans, We found out this news along with you on Friday. I see the pain and anger and worry out there, which for the LGBTQIA+ fans of the show is of course compounded by what’s happening across the country right now. #ALeagueOfTheirOwn

So the first and most important thing to say is: Before anything, before you fight for the show or each other, please take care of yourselves. Reach out to your community and ask for help if you need it. You aren’t alone. Please be kind to yourselves.

As I’ve been thinking about what’s happened, I come back to a quote from Penny Marshall’s film: “The hard is what makes it great.” Making this show is so hard and so great. There’s quite a bit to say about what’s been hard, but at this point that’s in the past.

Of course, if we have an avenue to do it well, we will continue the show, and I love seeing the noise you’re making in support of that. The noise matters!

And it’s hard for me to imagine there wouldn’t be a home for a show that thanks to you was in the Nielsen Top 10 for three weeks, was the top show on Amazon for a month and in the top five for six, that was recognized by critics as something special, that’s been recognized…

…with awards from GLAAD, HRC and a million other organizations, that was on a million year-end top ten lists, and that has a built in and deeply passionate audience.

Amazon is pursuing different kinds of programming, but to the rest of the world this show is a hit and has huge value and even greater potential. But first things first, we have to win this strike and get a fair deal before we can explore what comes next.

But for a moment, I want to talk about what happens if the world didn’t quite change quickly enough for you to have all the seasons of this show that we want to give you.

If we don’t find a good path forward, I will still know that League did what it came here to do and, in its own small way, changed the world.

And that’s because of all of you, and the light you continue to shine on the show — How you let it matter to you, how you let it become a mirror, how you let it change you.

I’ve never experienced a response to a show that’s as deep, personal, creative and meaningful as what the fans have done with League. When we were making the season 1, we all wondered and worried about whether people would accept it on its own terms next to the film.

They have, and you did that, and so much more. You lit up the internet on your first watch throughs of the show, when you realized where it was going (and made all of us laugh in the process).

You wrote enough fan fiction for 100 novels and created an outpouring of art and creativity that could fill its own museum — I’ve truly never seen anything like it.

You lifted up a 95 year old who had just come out of the closet and made her into a celebrity who gets recognized wherever she goes. Every time any member of the cast appears at anything, you turn it into a convention.

You stop Abbi wherever she goes, and though I’m a happily inconspicuous person, and you constantly find me and stop me and give me gifts that now have a shelf in my house.

When thousands of you appeared to see D’Arcy at the stage door of The Thanksgiving Play over its run, you turned it into the hottest queer bar in New York. You made Max’s suit and Chante’s beautiful performance into a movement.

A mob of you went to Pittsburgh and saw all of our locations. You dressed as the characters and made our characters into one of the biggest halloween costumes of last year.

You came out, you changed pronouns, you started living more openly, you gave sermons in church about the show, you opened bars, and you got a truly mind boggling number of tattoos that say “to the five” and “rob the bank.” What else am I forgetting? I'm sure you'll remind me.

But most importantly, you made a community, you found each other and found joy, which of course is what the show is about. In many more ways than I would ever have let myself imagine while we were making it, you literally bring the show to life every day.

Thank you for making our work mean something bigger. We’ve heard from so many different kinds of people around the world who are watching League.

But, in a time when all queer people are personally and politically under attack across the country and HRC has declared a “state of emergency,” my biggest fear is that the many queer fans of League will take this reversal as one more invalidation, one more blow, one more…

…effect of the general politicization of our identities. Most of us grew up feeling invisible, and as we gain strength, the predictable backlash forces are trying their hardest to get us to go back underground.

In case anyone needs to hear it: You are not small, niche, modest, off-putting or marginal, and neither are your stories. You are multitudes, you are building, and your stories are universal. You are the most rapidly growing audience and consumer group in this country.

You are powerful. You are the future, and the people who don’t recognize your importance now will feel be clamoring to catch up in a few years. As Chante said so beautifully when we received the Human Right Campaign Visionary award, you are the main characters. Be proud.

Be angry if you that’s how you feel, but know that we are going to win, and don’t ever let this moment or any other make you small. The biggest lesson of the characters in this show is that, in a world that had no space for them at all, they LIVED. (Continued)

They found love, they did the things they loved, they won. You’re doing the same thing, and just like them, you are heroes. We are still fighting for League. But whether we win or lose this one, I’m so proud.

From the time when we began working on the season, Abbi, Deta and I said to each other — Let’s not hold anything back, for as long as we get to be here, let’s do this the right way.

We got so many notes wondering if the exploration of the queer world of the 1940s or Max’s world would be better saved for season 2, if people needed to start somewhere a little more familiar. I’m so glad we didn’t listen, cause now I’m sitting here without any regrets.

And no matter what happens, the people behind League aren’t going anywhere. Give us a minute, we will be back with more for you to watch and read and feel. We’re going to win.

And you’re not going anywhere either, because what you’ve built and what you are is bigger than this show. It’s the story of our community, that comes to us through the hidden history that League shows just one small part of: The bars got raided and shut down.

But the people didn’t go anywhere, and they opened a new bar, and out of those spaces came music, cinema, dance, culture — What we now see as mainstream was birthed from the spaces our predecessors were forced to hide in. They made joy there."

[builtbykittie]

Thirst

J.T.K x f!reader

Summary: you lose your friends at a party, the unfamiliar setting sending you into a panic. Giving up your search, you meet someone very peculiar...

Warnings: 18+, VAMP JAKE, mentions of alcohol, blood, portrayal of fear, injury & pain, blood feeding, SMUT, public sex, oral (f & m rec), fingering, orgasm denial, unprotected sex, choking, anything else I forgot

Words: 5.8k

A/N: happy Halloween to all that celebrate! In honor of one of my favorite times of the year, I give you a spooky Jake smut. Enjoy!

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A chill creeps its way up your spine as the crisp October weather nips at your skin. "Can't tell which one it is can you?" You jest, shutting the car door behind you and staring at the large house decorated with countless Halloween props, loud music booming inside.

Your friends had plans to go to a party just outside of your city for Halloween. You originally said no but they inevitably convinced you. Apparently one of them knew the host of the party, but of course, you were still suspicious regardless of who knew who.

Large animatronics greet you on your way to the front door, anxiety settling in as you get a glimpse of everybody through the window. Suck it up. It's just a party, what's the worst that could happen?

If you're being honest with yourself, a lot could happen. It is Halloween, after all.

Going against all of your ethics, you walk through the door. Just as you expected there is not a single face you recognize and your group splits up, all going their separate ways. You knew you shouldn't have come.

Instant regret takes over your head and a lump forms in your throat. You can't leave because you didn't even take your car and you don't know anyone that could drive almost an hour just to come get you and drop you back off at your house. You decide a drink could be the best therapy right now.

As you walk through the main room, you lock eyes with a man leaning back against the wall, alone and observing the party. You watch as his tired eyes light up and he stands straight before you look away.

To your misfortune, the kitchen is completely crowded, you're unable to even see the counters. "Excuse me," you try your best to get past the crowd of people in costumes. After no one hears you, you say it again, then again.. and after trying over and over to get past everyone you realize it's no use. Why is nobody listening?

You grow frantic, scanning for any familiar faces. None. You ask countless people if they've seen your friends, giving them the best description you could possibly give, but to no avail. Finally giving up, you spot the patio door and make a beeline straight to it.

The second the cold air hits your skin goosebumps cover your body, nobody else in sight. Odd... Falling into the chair behind you, your eyes flutter shut. By the time you sit down, it's nearly 11:30 p.m. and you're undeniably tired.

You're not positive how much time has passed since you sat down, but you know it's time to get up once you find yourself dozing off. Looking into the party, you dread going back in, so you don't. Is it kinda crazy to be hopping a fence in a vampire dress at eleven at night? Absolutely. Do you care? Not even a little.

Silently thanking the universe that you learned how to hop a fence at a young age, you take your shoes off and throw them over the fence, stepping on the wire and hopping over. As you're getting over the fence, the wire snags your dress and cuts into the meat of your thigh.

The sudden pain causes you to fall over, luckily you hold your arms out to break the fall, but not without tiny rocks and sticks penetrating your skin. "Shit!" You cry, and shakily brush the dirt from your body, hot tears burning at your waterline as you put your shoes back on. This night truly cannot get any worse.

The sound of leaves cracking underneath footsteps interrupts your moment of self-pity, your head darting up faster than the blink of an eye. Your mind races, tears beginning to stream down your hot cheeks as you prepare for the worst.

A relatively shorter figure turns the corner to find you, curled up on the ground with blood trickling down your thigh. "Woah are you okay?" The stranger's low raspy voice speaks from where he stands, slowly stepping forward. "Um.. yeah," you nearly whisper, but the way your voice shakes and cracks proves that you're the opposite of okay.

"Please, let me help," he insists, still taking languid steps to make sure he doesn't startle you. All you can do is nod, accepting your fate. You're never one to trust a stranger, let alone a guy, but you're desperate.

He slowly extends his right arm, patiently holding it out for you. You take his hand, surprisingly calloused fingers holding tightly onto your wrist. "I'm Jacob," he softly grunts as he swiftly pulls you up "Well, Jake."

As you rise to your feet, his face becomes clearer, the moon shining just enough light for you to be able to scan his features. The same man you saw in the house earlier. The first thing you notice is his perfectly plump lips, then his sharp cheekbones, his eyebrows slightly knitted together in worry. The longer you look, the more you fall for him. You absolutely do not believe in love at first sight, but he might just be an exception.

However, you do notice something else. He looks sick.

You brush it off as makeup and pat yourself down "Thank you, I'm Y/N." Jake sends you a tight-lipped grin as you both begin to take steps forward "If you don't mind me asking, what happened?"

"Oh, it's stupid. My friends took me here but left me and I know nobody so I snuck out the back," you swipe away the tears from your cheeks and jawline. His eyebrows furrow and he brings his fingers to his chin "So how'd you get all... messy?" You feel his eyes linger on the large cut down your thigh, blood still trickling out.

"Well... I decided I didn't wanna go back in there, so I tried to hop the fence." A hushed chuckle leaves his lips and you start to realize just how dumb you sound, blood quickly rushing to your cheeks. "I know it's dumb I should've just gone through the house..." you trail off, bringing your cold scraped hands up to your hot face.

"Oh darling, I understand," he grasps the metal fence, opening it for you and placing his hand on the small of your back as he follows you out of the front yard. Darling. Replaying the word in your head, your tummy fills with butterflies fluttering around in your tummy. Knock it off. He's a stranger.

"Can you drive?" His hand never leaves its place on your back. "Considering the fact I didn't drink... I'd say yeah," you kick a rock as you both walk away from the house "but I don't have my car." Suddenly it grows eerily silent, and you become aware of a forest ahead. "Good."

"What?" You stop dead in your tracks, turning to face him. "Can I show you something?" He reaches out to grab your wrist, but you dodge. Fear courses through veins, you frantically look around, searching for anyone to be your knight in shining armor.

"Uh.. my friends are probably looking for me," you smile, hesitantly stepping back. "You sure? Because last time I was in there nobody knew who you were..." Jake steps closer to you, his eyes dark and pupils dilated.

Your own eyes widen as you look around you, without much thought you remove your heels and dart off into the woods.

You run and run until you absolutely cannot push yourself any further. Collapsing against a tree, you drop your heels, letting the tree hold your weight as you sob into your hands. For a minute, you believe you've lost him, struggling to catch your breath as sobs leave your body.

You're proven wrong as you hear the crunch of leaves beneath his boots. A sick, gut wrenching fear manifests it's way into your stomach, twisting your insides. Your heart races and tears flow from your eyes like melting wax on a burning candle. At this point, you're ready to give up.

Jake takes slow steps toward you, as he approaches, he brings his hand up to your waist. He firmly squeezes the meat of your waistline, shooting a sharp pain into your side as he pulls you into him. "Look at me," he demands, his voice low and raspy.

You listen, not just out of fear for your life, but also curiosity. Your eyes flick up to his, wide and fearful as they dart across his face. His other hand grabs your hair in a ponytail "I know you're scared baby, I don't blame you."

Silent sobs leave your body in a mix of fear, confusion, anger, and something else you can't quite put your finger on. Jake violently pulls your head to the side, revealing your neck to him "I'm not gonna hurt you, I don't want to. I promise."

You try your best to keep your crying unknown, but it's no use. Your chest bounces and choked noises escape from your lips. Jake lets go of your hair, both of his hands coming up to cup your cheeks. "Oh please, don't cry," he begs, cleaning up your smudged mascara before coming down to lick the tears from your face. Your brows furrow at the act, but you'd be dead lying if you said you didn't half enjoy it.

His face lingers near yours, your eyes darting all over his face. By now, you are strictly breathing in each other's breaths "Do you want to kiss me?" Your breath hitches in your throat at the question, his face inching even closer than before. It's as if your body is betraying you, you're unable to say anything even if you tried.

If you didn't want to, you'd pull away.

Finally, you manage to nod. A small tight-lipped smile plays on his lips "I have something first..." Confusion and anticipation swirl through your head, you quirk an eyebrow as you wait for what's next.

He doesn't speak, instead, bearing his teeth and dragging two pointed teeth along your lower lip. Your eyes widen and your heartbeat speeds to an impossible pace. There's no way.

Slowly and painfully he begins to sink them into the flesh of your red lips just far enough to create two beads of blood. You suck in a quick gasp as he licks the wounds before pressing his lips against yours. A tingly feeling becomes evident in your stomach and you find yourself oddly aroused by the situation.

"Holy shit. Jake. You're-" he cuts you off, his lips crashing against yours.

You lift your arms, grasping onto the back of his head and pushing him into you. The sting of his lips pressing against the fresh cuts on yours is so deliciously painful. Nothing about this is right.

His hands come up to grope your ass, eliciting a desperate whine into his mouth. You pull him even closer, letting him walk you backward into a tree, never breaking contact. The throb between your legs becomes unbearable as you bury your fingers into his scalp and Jake tugs on your hair.

"Y/N, there's a reason I chose you tonight," his hands sneak around your body, smoothing over the swell of your breasts. Jake groans as he feels your stiffened nipples under his palms. "Why's that?" You mutter, your voice hushed and sultry as your hands begin to wander all over his body, your lips pressed to his jawline.

"Because you were the most beautiful thing to walk through that door," he breathes, slotting a knee between your thighs and grasping your waist. You can't help but let out a tiny moan and pull his face towards you, desperately missing the contact. He pulls back, keeping you still against the tree by your waist "The moment I saw you I knew I'd have you." Jake's strength is unbelievable. You cannot move at all, you're all but squirming as you try to touch him.

"Do you want to fuck me, Y/N?"

The question shocks you and before you can think you begin to nod, then shake your head no, then you nod again. As you're granted his mouth on yours, you slip your tongue between his lips, dragging it over his teeth and pricking it on his canine's. Jake hums against your tongue, pulling away and wrapping one hand around your neck "I gotta hear you say it, darling." You swallow thickly against his neck, discomfort creeping up your throat as he gently squeezes.

"Yes," you whine, your fingers massaging his scalp as you try your hardest to kiss him "Please." He licks up your jawline and peppers kisses to the area. You snake your arm down to his abdomen and untuck his shirt, the tips of your fingers creeping up under the fabric.

He drops his hand and a sharp sting burns on your neck, sucking in a loud gasp and clamping your eyes shut as you realize he's biting you. The pain only lasts a few moments before he withdrawals from you, lapping at the wounds.

Suddenly he slaps your hand away from his torso and sinks down, dragging his calloused fingers down your bare thighs. "Jake what are you-" you're shushed, shock coursing through your veins as his hot breath fans over the deep cut on your thigh.

You throw your head back and let out a cry through gritted teeth in agony as he points his tongue, cleaning the blood from your wound.

"Shit! Jake, fuck," You wail, the pain numbing your body and your vision going blurry. After the blood is cleaned, Jake leans back and places kisses to each wound, a sharp pain shooting up your leg at each peck. "You're delicious, love," he praises "and I haven't even gotten to the best part."

A rush of exhilaration surges through your veins, your insides feeling as if they've just burst into flames. "Please," is all you can muster as Jake starts to draw a line of kisses up your thigh and then down the other. "Patience, love."

You roll your eyes dramatically and sigh, your head spinning as you wait for his next move. Jake continues to draw slow lines of pecks all over your legs as his hands find their place under the skirt of your dress. Your heart nearly jumps out of your chest once his cold fingers reach your panties, his hands resting just on top of your hips.

"You're such a good girl. Being so still and quiet for me," Jake speaks through kisses to your legs that are moving higher and higher by the second. You fight the urge to say something, instead letting him lead the way. At this point you're so wound up that just a slight touch to your heat might drive you mad.

His hands slide down, snagging on your thong and tugging them down. "Shit," Jake groans "Lace?" You can't see his face, but you know he's looking up to you, and your cheeks burn up.

"I- it's just- they're the only clean ones I had..." You stammer, tucking your hair away from your face. "Don't lie to me, baby," Jake smooths his hands over your thighs before bringing one up with a slap against your ass. "I'm not. I- I promise," you lie, chewing on your nails.

Jake simply ignores you, pulling your panties down to your ankles and hiking your dress up past your core.

"Oh baby, you just wanted your pretty little pussy to get a little attention tonight, huh?" He taunts you, bringing his thumb up to your slit and collecting juices. A breathy moan slips out of your lips, your hands involuntarily flying to his hair. Just that interaction alone was enough to make you squirm.

"Mhm..." you can't seem to lie any longer, as if he's forcing you to tell the truth. Jake lays a kiss on the very top of your clit, a shock of electricity flowing through your body. "Yeah, how long has it been since someone fucked you right?"

Just as you go to speak, a moan rips through your chest. Jake drags his fingers through your folds, spreading your arousal all over. "I don't- don't know," you whimper as you melt into his touch, throwing your head back into the tree behind you.

Jake continues to tease you, pressing featherlight kisses to your slit. "M'gonna fuck you so good baby," he speaks through kisses down your inner thigh "make you forget anybody you've had before me."

His words only make you ache even more, your clit crying out to be touched. "Then do it, Jake," you whine "please." You hear a low snicker below you, Jake snakes his hands up your thighs and squeezes rather harshly "beg."

"Please Jake, please touch me. Make me forget everyone who came before you. Make me yours, please," you pet his hair as you speak, so incredibly aroused you can't think of anything but Jake's body. "Atta girl," he whispers lowly, a groan rumbling out from his chest as he breathes over your throbbing cunt.

Jake brings himself incredibly close to your heat, at this point, you're so aroused it's almost painful. Jake begins to kitten lick your incredibly hard clit, and you fight the incredible urge to push his face into you. "So fucking wet," Jake groans, your arousal glistening in the moonlight. "Jake, please... I- I can't," you cry, unable to wait any longer.

Without warning, Jake sucks your clit into his mouth. "Oh- oh fuck," you throw your head back, involuntarily bucking your hips. The velvety feeling of his tongue swirling around your clit as he hums against you is pure pleasure. Just as you get used to his mouth on you, his fingers come up to toy with your entrance, a loud desperate moan tumbling out of your lips.

You're so focused on the pleasure, that you nearly forget that you're in the middle of a forest "Somebody's gonna hear you, baby.." Your head begins to spin once again as you imagine someone hearing you, finding yourself suddenly enjoying yourself even more. "Fuck. You're filthy," Jake speaks lowly with a grin just before continuing his attack on your clit, still just teasing your entrance.

The feeling of his calloused fingers toying with your weeping cunt as his tongue circles around your swollen clit draws you closer and closer to the edge. Your head hangs down as your arms instinctively fly to his head, gently pushing him into you. Jake fights against your hands, a weak whimper flying out of your mouth as he shoves two fingers into you.

"Don't do that," he nips at your thigh "Be a good girl and put your hands behind your back for me." His fingers never stop, viciously ramming up into you as he speaks. You do just as he commanded, reluctantly holding your hands behind your back and struggling to stay inconspicuous.

Jake starts to kitten lick your swollen clit, choked moans fall from your lips as you feel your orgasm approach. Your knees buckle and you writhe against him, his fingers curling up and hitting every single spot just right.

"Oh fuck- right there.. right there," you whine, squirming above him. Just then, he pulls his fingers from you and brings them to his mouth. You let out a cry at the loss of your approaching climax, watching in disbelief as he licks your juices clean from his hand. A guttural groan bubbles up from deep within his chest at the taste, and for a fleeting moment you swear you saw his eyes glow a dark crimson red.

"What the fuck?" You whine, your brows furrowed as he rises to his feet. Jake brings his face to your ear and licks at your neck, his hot breath feeling as if it's burning into your skin "I wanna make you fall apart. Wanna make you so fucking wet for me. I know what I'm doing, just trust me, baby."

You have no choice but to trust him, afraid that if you say something you'll be robbed of the perfect orgasm again. You don't know what to do, your heart pounding in anticipation as his lips drag along your neck. "I want you to take me," he whispers between heavy breaths "Take me right here. Like the fucking slut I know you are."

Your heart skips a beat and you hear your heartbeat in your ears "You're so fucking good. Touch me, darling. Do whatever you please with me." Your stomach flutters, your arms moving before you can even think about what you're doing.

Your fingers find his pants, tracing the hem with your index finger before slightly dipping it in. With your other arm, you pull him into you and smash your lips against his. Impatiently unzipping his pants, you push them down as soon as you get the chance.

You don't even try to hold back or act calm, you're finally getting what you so desperately want. Anticipation courses through your veins as your fingers dance along the hem of his boxers, a deep groan tumbling from his lips and into your mouth once you dip two fingers in.

Your cold fingers nearly burn against his skin, your other arm still wrapped around him and buried deep in the tresses of his hair. Finally, you manage to wrap your hand around him, a deep moan escaping your mouth as you feel him pulsate against you.

You push his boxers down, meeting his pants at his feet. Another deep groan rumbles up from his chest as his cock springs free, his tip brushing against the fabric of your dress. Without a second thought, you drop to your knees, your hands instantly coming up to fondle his base.

Jake sucks in a sharp breath, obviously very pleasantly surprised. The ache between your legs grows even more as you hold him in both of your hands. He has the most perfect cock. He's the perfect length and girth, more than enough to fill you up completely.

Knocking yourself out of the trance his cock has you in, you spit on his length and start to stroke him at a painfully slow pace. You'd get him back for earlier, for robbing you of what you needed so badly.

Jake's hips begin to buck into your hand as you continue that same pace from earlier, desperate groans bubbling up from his chest. "Fuck- I'm not stupid," Jake murmurs, sending another involuntary thrust of his hips into your hand.

You ignore his statement, a devilish smile playing on your lips as you begin to tug on him, your thumb brushing over his slit. Breathy moans flow freely from his mouth in a mix of frustration and pleasure. You come down to draw a line of kisses down his length, lifting him slightly to lick a stripe up to his tip from underneath.

You don't break contact with him, continuing to tease his tip with kisses and kitten licks all while stroking him as slow as you possibly can. You nearly break him, slight noises spewing from his mouth as he continues to fuck himself into your hand harder and sloppier.

That is until he digs his fingers into your scalp, grabbing a bunch of hair and pulling you back. Tears prick at your waterline as he begins to pull you up by your hair, a loud yelp slipping past your swollen lips. "You fucking whore," Jake growls, letting go of your hair and pulling you into him by your waist with an iron-clad grasp.

"Please," you whimper, taking the opportunity to grind your body against his. Without another word, he's flipping you around with a grunt and throwing you into the tree. You throw your arms out and catch yourself on the tree, your palms throbbing as you scrape them even more.

A moan rips through your chest and for some sick reason, you find yourself even more turned on than before, if it's possible. "Fuck, baby. You like that? Do you like being hurt?" Jake's upper body is flush against your back, a chill sneaking up your body as he whispers in your ear.

You've never considered yourself a masochist, let alone someone who enjoys pain in general, but for Jake, you might be. Before you can fully process the question, you frantically nod your head. Jake presses his palm against your back, pushing you down and forcing you to bend over.

Your back arches slightly, allowing yourself to put on a show for him as you swivel your hips. The anticipation is too much, the feeling of his rough hands hiking up your dress and smoothing over your ass sending you into a frenzy. "You wanna be fucked so bad don't you pretty?" He slaps your ass, the other hand coming around your body and finding your heat.

"You're so fucking wet for me," Jake snarls, bending slightly to whisper in your ear. "M'gonna make you mine," his voice is low and gravely, a whine leaving your lips at the statement.

You hang your head as you wait, the throb between your legs becoming impossible to ignore. Jake's hand is still toying with your soaked pussy, his rough fingers running through your incredibly slick folds. "Jacob..."

"What is it?" He knows exactly what you want, simply just teasing to worsen your suffering. "Jake please," you whimper, trying your very best to keep calm "Make me yours." You hear a deep snicker from behind you, a shock of electricity flowing through your body as he begins to drag his tip through your cunt.

You push yourself back onto him, not at all expecting him to push into you. "Oh fuck," you cry, feeling every inch of him as he so deliciously stretches you out. "Shit- you feel so fucking good," he snarls, his hips faltering slightly as he begins to find the perfect rhythm.

Jake's hand comes in contact with your clit, sending your head flying back with a string of hushed curses at the feeling. He doesn't hold back, the skin of his thighs clashing with the backs of yours, the hand not toying with your sensitive clit slapping your ass before returning to its place on your hip.

The pattern Jake has set is so rough yet so sweet. His hips roll as they thrust into you relentlessly while his other hand babies your swollen bud. "Do you like this?" Jake grunts, punctuating each word with an intoxicating thrust.

"Like- fuck- like what?" You stutter, pushing yourself with your hands to fuck yourself back onto him even harder. "Being treated like a slut out here in the open," he growls "Anyone can walk in and see us. Anyone can hear you moan for me like a little whore."

His words mixed with the rhythm of his hips and the way his fingers dance along your clit elicit sick noises you didn't even know you could make. "Mhm..." You moan, clawing at the bark of the tree to keep yourself as quiet as possible.

"Tell me how much you love it, darling," he rasps, and you can tell it's getting harder for him to form sentences. The hand at your hip finds its way to your neck, squeezing ever so gently and pulling you up into him.

You fail to form a sentence, his hand squeezing harder than before "go on, say it." All that comes out as you open your mouth is a pathetic squeal, bringing one hand off the tree to grasp the wrist around your throat.

"I love it, Jake," a cry of pleasure falling past your lips as he delivers a particularly sharp thrust into you "It's so fucking hot." His cock lit the embers deep within you, a fire sparking in your core as he buries himself so far inside you.

His hand keeps its grip around your throat, the other still teasing your clit. "Oh, fuck!" You nearly shout, your thighs aching as you continue to fuck yourself onto him every chance you get. "You're a noisy little thing aren't you?" Jake grunts with every thrust, his hips beginning to falter.

You respond with an involuntary high-pitched moan, rolling your hips against his fingers. The fire inside you grows, flames dancing throughout your body and spreading to every limb. It's clear he loved to hear you, fucking harder into you with every peep from your mouth.

It felt almost as if he was made for you. As if he'd fucked you a thousand times before. You don't know if you could live without it after tonight.

Your eyes rolled back into your head, choked moans and squeals flowing freely from your lips. "You're so fucking hot," Jake rasps "so fucking warm and tight around my cock baby."

At this point you know you won't last much longer, the fire burning inside you beginning to violently dance around every inch of your body and the coil in your tummy tightening. "Jake I'm gonna-" you interrupt yourself with a near shriek, completely blocking out your surroundings and focusing on nothing but Jake.

"You gonna cum, pretty? You gonna make a mess all over my cock?" He struggles to get the sentence out, his cock ramming so far into you it's nearly touching your cervix. "Yes. I'm so close..." It's getting harder and harder for you to breathe, Jake's hand keeping still against your throat.

"Fuck- cum for me, baby. C'mon," Jake coos, his hand rubbing rough, merciless circles into your clit as his cock hits a sweet spot with each and every thrust.

He feels like pure heaven, the sinful way he fucks so hard into you driving you straight to the edge. Your eyes clamp shut as you feel your orgasm creep up "fuck! Oh my god, fuck me." Suddenly, like harsh waves crashing against a shore, your orgasm fully takes over.

"That's it, baby. Fuck. Cum for me, just like that," Jake groans, delivering one final sharp thrust before his hot release spurts into you, painting your walls in ivory slick.

Jake's got you reduced to nothing but a whimpering, panting mess, and you love it.

It takes you a moment to come back to earth, Jake's cock still buried deep inside you. "You're such a good girl," his hands leave their place, coming to rest on the swell of your ass. You try to respond, but nothing comes out.

Jake lifts a hand and forces it down against your ass, the pads of his fingers massaging the supple flesh. A loud yelp flies last your lips at the contact, your body jutting forward.

"M'gonna pull out, okay?" He smooths his hand over the red skin of the back of your thighs, soothing the sting. You manage to mumble out an 'okay', clamping your eyes shut and practically holding your breath.

Sucking in a hiss, he pulls out, juices immediately dripping down your thigh. His hands grasp your waist, spinning you around to face him. "Touch yourself. Clean yourself up for me."

Your eyes blow wide at the command, but you do as he says anyway. Your clit is still wildly overstimulated, a whimper leaving your mouth at the slightest touch. You collect juices with your fingers, painfully spreading them all around your core.

"Jake I- I can't," you whine, your knees buckling as you press your fingers against your clit, your other arm grasping at the back of his neck for support. "Yes, you can. C'mon, be a good little slut," he presses, coming down to lay open-mouth kisses against your neck.

A cry leaves your lips, that same fire sparking again as you shove two fingers inside your entrance. Jake grabs your arm, pulling your fingers from yourself and bringing it to his lips. Slowly, he takes them into his mouth, his saliva cleaning the juices completely off your fingers.

"So fucking good. Now get on your knees," Jake demands "lick it off."

Again, you do as he says, sinking to your knees and grasping the base of his cock. You drag your tongue along his length from base to tip, licking every inch and making sure you got every last drop. "Atta girl."

Jake slowly helps you up, pressing your back against the tree and smashing his lips against yours. "Does it taste good baby?" Jake growls between kisses, massaging his fingers into your scalp. "Mhm," you whine, your arms wrapping around his body before he pulls back completely.

The two of you simply just look into each other's faces, breathing in the sweet taste and smell of sex that lingers in the air. "Let me take you home."

You simply just nod, Jake pulling his clothes back on as you grab your heels and slide your damp panties off your body. "So.. how does this work?"

"What?" Jake looks to you as the two of you begin walking back to the party.

"The whole... Vampire.. thing..." You trail off, looking down at the leaves crunching beneath both of your feet. You hear him chuckle to himself, amused by your curiosity.

"Y'know it's crazy how much people get wrong," he takes your hand in his "it's not a big deal, really. But if I go too long without specific needs, it could hurt me."

The two of you reach the entrance of the forest, street lights flickering along the road. When you look at him, he looks a lot more alive, significantly less tired and sick than earlier. "So... what, you feed with blood? That's kinda.. basic."

"Something like that, yeah. That and sex, basically," Jake laughs through his words, inching closer and closer to the party. "Sex?" You giggle, looking at him. "Yeah.. is something wrong with that?"

The two of you reach his car "No... I just didn't expect it." Jake opens the door for you, letting you slip in before shutting it and rounding the car to get in the driver's side.

"It's basically like.. energy feeding? It's hard to explain."

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"So you don't turn to dust in the sunlight?" You both laugh. "No. I don't even know where that came from.."

Jake's car slows to a stop "This it?" Apparently, you'd lost track of time because as you look out your window, you see your house. "Mhm," you get out of the car, walking up to the steps of your home and letting Jake meet you there.

He pulls you into a kiss "I hope you had fun tonight, darling." A large smile finds its way on your face "I did."

"Hey, uh... How can I see you again?"

"I was hoping you'd say that." Jake reaches into his back pocket, pulling out a piece of paper with his number already on it, and holding it out to you with a smile "Call me when you get lonely."

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[nitewrighter]

How much does the fact that Moore himself considers "The Killing Joke" one of his greatest writing regrets factor into your thoughts on it?

I mean, I can see why he would have a lot of regrets about it because of the climate of the time and the infamous "cripple the bitch" exchange, and, obviously, because it steered the Joker as a character into the much darker and edgier version we know today and set a lot of nasty precedents in comics with a proliferation of violence against women as shock value. It basically created this situation where everyone wanted their writing to have the impact of Alan Moore, but unfortunately, they weren't Alan Moore and were in fact just kind of sexist dickbags for whom the actual horror and emotional impact of the dark content of the stories is transformed into the cheap and exploitative--I guess the TL;DR version of it is, Alan Moore is George R. R. Martin, but if GRRM realized his writing spawned 800 David Benioffs and D.B Weisses who would go on to define the fantasy genre for the next three decades. I'd be full of regret, too.

I think for me, not to like, disparage Moore or anything, but I do feel like the Comics Code created the atmosphere that was primed for him to have this massive splash on comics: Readers were hungry for stories with drama, lasting impact on characters, confrontation with uncomfortable questions that had long been more or less brushed off by virtue of the temporariness of the medium and the suffocating rules of the comics code. And Moore's content fit the bill.

If it wasn't Moore, it would have been someone else, but I'm honestly kind of glad it was Moore. It's even kind of funny in a morbid way, considering Moore was more or less over superheroes as a genre to begin with--but as I've talked about with my posts with early superman, the edges of superheroes as a genre is porous. I've talked about Superman being a Screwball romantic comedy in a sci-fi setting, so it's not unthinkable that Moore would end up dragging the conventions of the superhero genre to darker places by incorporating more elements of horror, pulp, crime noir, and even some Lynchian soap opera/gothic elements. I mean, it's equal parts fascinating and painful, because even though it sent comics down this dark copycat path, it really should have revealed how remarkable it is you can plug other genres' storytelling conventions into the superhero genre. Moore's stories slap not because they're Superhero stories, but because he's plugging superheroes into his stylistic/genre comfort zone.

But also the thing is, I'm one of those people who prefers Barbara Gordon as Oracle rather than Batgirl, and I do feel like the core of the Killing Joke is really more about the folie a deux of Batman and the Joker and I genuinely really like that. I also think that as we (rightfully) get caught up in the horror of the position Barbara is put in, we completely brush over the fact that Commissioner Gordon was literally being lead around naked on a leash. All the outrage I ever heard about the Killing Joke was Barbara getting crippled and the photos, literally no one mentioned Jim Gordon being lead around naked on a leash and kept in a circus cage! Like, is that not also a shocking violation of his personhood? I think both Gordons were meant to be seen as a unit, they were both humiliated and dehumanized, and they both represent two sides of Batman--Barbara representing that childish, powerful emotional core, the kid in a Halloween costume who hopes if they punch enough faces they can bring daddy back, and Jim representing Batman having to be an adult, having to recognize the boundaries of the law, and having to act as a guardian. Like, yes, Barbara and Jim, are obviously, to their credit, brilliant detectives, but they're also placed in these relationships to Batman of 'mentee' and 'Mentor/Partner.' For the Joker, it wasn't about using Barbara to hurt Batman and Jim, so much as it was about using *Barbara and Jim* to harm Batman. But that's also why ultimately the Joker's focus fell on Jim in relation to Batman--Jim Gordon represents these adult, institutional realities, the idea that ultimately you have to work to protect a society, and Joker wanted to use the adult who represents accountability to that society to prove his whole "One bad day" philosophy. the Joker basically goes through his most famous version of his whole "One Bad Day/Society is a Joke" spiel in that comic. I was going somewhere with this. This was going to link back to Moore somehow--Ah well. See above point of, "Genre-impact wise, I can see why he would have regret about it. But also I think those genre impacts were due in large part to people only valuing the story for its shock value and you can try to make yourself as simultaneously clear and representative of your personal style as possible, but that's not going to stop The Point from flying right over people's heads." Something something "Wow cool robot!" comic.

There is so goddamn much to unpack in The Killing Joke, both in its textual relations to the characters and the potential inspirations Moore was working from, and in its impact on comics. I feel like I'm gnawing on a big mutton bone.

[tighnarly]

MONSTER SMASH

Shigaraki x Gender Neutral Reader

Author’s note: Some very late Halloween Smut trash from your resident trash human.

Trigger Warnings: Blood, Smut, Dub con, Overstimulation, Biting, Choking, Roleplay, Kinda public, Reader has a vagina

When you first suggested that the League partake in Halloween by dressing up to wreak havoc, pull pranks, and crash parties, Shigraki didn’t see too much of an appeal of the side quest. But you just had to prance out in your pick of disguise: Sexy All Might. If it had been another member of the LOV maybe Shiggy could have laughed at the costume, because it WAS funny, one of the most nefarious villains in Japan dressed as the symbol of peace? Priceless. But it had to be you rocking the skin tight spandex, showcasing every inch and every curve of your figure, something you usually hid behind the bulky nature of your own combat uniform or everyday clothing. The deep v-neck cut of the suit matched the slutty theme of your costume and it was all just further highlighted by the spandex shorts and fishnet stockings. Even your feet got a sexy upgrade, the red stilettos accentuating your perfect calves and luscious thighs.

This was something entirely new, and you were right there’d be no way that anyone recognized you while you were out causing chaos. If it wasn’t for the fact that Shiggy always spent just a little extra special attention to you, he wouldn’t have realized it was you either. God was he glad he was the only one in the lair to recognize you with everyone else already out causing mayhem, even Kurogiri. That made what was about to happen even easier for Shigaraki to do.

Before you could even ask if he liked your costume or even before he pretend like he thought about asking for permission first, Shigaraki had you pinned against the wall, his hand around your neck, one finger up, and his tongue was forcefully down your throat. His tongue was harsh and already his saliva was pooling on the outside of your mouths.

The suddenness of the assault left you choking and grasping desperately at his clothes in shock. Shiggy himself was shocked too at his lack of control but the moment he was going to pull away and try to gain some composure, the situation seemed to catch up with you and your grasping hands only pulled him closer while you opened your mouth wider to deepen the kiss.

The knowledge that you weren’t rejecting him gave Shiggy all the permission he needed to thoroughly debauch you. The hand that wasn’t currently occupied with treating your throat as a stress ball, tightening and loosening with each movement of tongue, slid down your body, squeezing each curve as it went. When his hand reached your spandex covered ass he noticed the lack of underwear underneath the costume, relishing in your slutty outfit.

It was all too easy for him to then slide his large hand to your front and slide his determined fingers in between your barely hidden lower lips to start playing. The mixture of his deft fingers moving and the delicious feel of the spandex dampening against you sent a symphony of pleasure and pain through you, causing you to pull his hair in support as you relentlessly began to hump his hand in return. Shiggy growled and moved his hand that was around your neck to push your chin up for access to your neck. He dived his face into you at the same moment his fingers worked to rip a hole in the crotch of your thin costume. As his lips and teeth began to attack your neck in a barrage of messy hickies, two of his fingers found their way right into your tight hole.

Even sopping wet, it was a tight squeeze but Shigaraki forced his way in anyway. You gasped out trying to pull yourself away but you only succeeded in making Shiggy hungrier for your pleasure. He brought his other hand down to pin your pelvis to the wall as he assaulted your cunt in quick, bludgeoning strokes. Each time, he hit your g spot making you choke out moans from the pleasure as it began to overwhelm the pain.

“Oh Allmight you really have fallen from grace haven’t you? Moaning and withering like a common slut for a villain? What would your fans think of this displace of indecency from their symbol of peace?” Shiggy’s eyes blew wide, two of his darkest fantasies becoming a reality right in front of him: fucking you and corrupting and tearing apart the number one hero.

You were too blissed out and high from your upcoming orgasm that all you could do was nod along, anything to get him to continue his onslaught.

“Do it you nasty bitch, come on my fingers like the cumslut you are, Allmight, prove to the world what you really think of villains,” Shiggy demanded as he sped up his already vicious thrusting into your cunt, even going as far as taking his other hand to find his favorite button, better than any video game. He treated your clit like only a gamer could. The combination of his words and strong, teasing circles he was making on your clit drive you to the edge and all you could do was wither and shake, as your mind exploded in pleasure, it seeping from your pussy into your entire body, everything clenching and releasing in a a messy and beautiful moment.

As you were coming down you began to slump, ready to pass out right there on the living room floor. Shiggy, on the other hand, wasn’t having it, “Oh no I don’t think so, now that I’ve got you, I think it’s time you got a taste of villain cock.”

Before you could protest or even ask him to drop the role play a little, Shiggy had pulled his cock free, exposing it in all its red, dripping glory for only a moment before selfishly shoving it straight in your swollen cunt. Your mouth let out a strangled gasp. You barely had a minute to put your arms around his neck as he lifted one of your shaking legs around his waist so he could thrust the into you. He set a murderous pace not giving you a second to deny him, as if you would. Overstimulation be damned, he felt like sin and heaven itself, even as tears fell from your eyes you wanted him to continue, “Please Shiggy, please?”

“Oh look how heroic, Allmight begging for me. Go on beg some more little hero.”

“Please Shiggy, more?” You whimpered pathetically as he quickened his pace at your words, hips beginning to piston at almost inhuman speed.

“That’s what I like to hear, Allmight. Take my dick like the little ncp Bitch you are.” Shiggy brought his talented fingers back into play on your clit and his teeth found a place on your neck to sink into mercilessly. You felt your entire body crash into a fast and overwhelming orgasm as his teeth broke skin and Shiggy followed, blood rushing into his mouth the same moment he spilled his seed into you, cum leaking out around his member from the sheer amount of release.

You stayed joined together, grinding against each other riding out your highs and teasing your bodies with an endless amount of overstimulation.

Both so lost in each other, neither of you heard the door open or Dabi and Compress enter the room, seeing you both there on the ground in a sexed out messed.

“Damn Shiggy didn’t know you liked Allmight that much.” Dabi laughed out, shocking you both to the present and the reality of the compromising position you found yourselves in front of your teammates.

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[multifandomthoughts]

Hurtling towards you off the power of a bomb, comes Junkrat. You don’t see or hear him until it’s too late. Sprawled out on the ground from the impact, you sigh.

Junkrat looks at you with a grin before cackling. “How do you like that? Pretty scary wasn’t it? I’m the one and only daredevil around here, nobody else could possibly be as numb to it as me!” As soon as the words left his mouth, another ripe cackle erupted from his maw.

You put your head in your hands, the impact of the blast suddenly hitting you, pain blossoming inside your body. “I didn’t find that scary one bit. Just really painful.”

His laughter dies down and he stares at you with a raised eyebrow. “What’dya mean? That was a total scary surprise!” You shrug and rub the sore spots. “It hurt and I didn’t see you coming, but I’m used to this so I’m not scared.” He gives a grimace and thinks to himself. “I’m going to get them sooner or later, if it’s the last thing I do.

Days go by, and finally it’s October. The best month for pranks besides April. The only month where you can effectively scare the pants off of something and there’s nothing the other person can do about it.

Junkrat has been plotting for the past few days, preparing the perfect prank to scare the pants off of you, and he’s finally. Approaching you nonchalantly, you know something is up. “Hey, (Y/N) are you doing anything tomorrow night? I’ve got some friends who are putting a party together, and I thought you might wanna come with me.”

His offer is friendly enough, but friendly isn’t usually his thing so you feel something has to be amiss. You shrug and accept his request. Maybe he hasn’t had the chance to host one before, and he’s excited. You spend the rest of that day and most of the next not giving the party much further thought, and soon the time comes for him to pick you up and bring you there.

Immediately it feels off, as he’s really fidgety and keeps looking over at you as if wanting to see if you’ve figured out some secret he’s keeping. He tries to make conversation about your day, but he doesn’t seem focused on your answers. When you finally arrive he tells you he’ll meet you inside, which feels a bit rude but he’s never been one for chivalry and manners.

You walk down the dimly lit hallway to where the party is, a little on edge. Everything seems a little off and at this point anything could scare you. Maybe this was all a ploy to kidnap and torture you? You don’t know what he’s got planned. Passing through the double doors at the end of the hallway, you find yourself in a large open room filled with decorations and props. As soon as the doors close half a dozen people in scary costumes pop out from behind the props and yell to try and scare you.

You scream, already being on edge. Your gut feeling had been correct, it was a trap. People continue to come out of nowhere in scary costumes in masks until a familiar figure appears. Once you recognize Junkrat’s distinct frame, you huff at him in annoyance. “Really? Have you been planning this whole thing just because you couldn’t scare me that one time?” He just gives a nonchalant shrug and a cheeky grin. “It’s Halloween, everyone is entitled to a good scare.”

With this, the scary monsters remove their masks. It’s your friends. Junkrat must have put them up to it. “Now the real party can begin!” Junkrat exclaims, grabbing your hand. He leads you to a room filled with drinks, candy and snacks. You sigh with relief, knowing that it’s just going to be a normal party.

“What, you didn’t think it was going to be like that all night?” You shake your head. He got you good.

[venus-haze]

Consider the following: Demon Elvis 👀 maybe you and your friends decided to play around with a Ouija board for spooky vibes on Halloween. Something goes predictably wrong, and before you know it…

You’re caught in a trap

You can’t walk out

Because he loves you too much, baby~

I LOVED writing this! Majorly inspired by In Dreams by Roy Orbison and also the countless horror films I've watched about otherworldly entities terrorizing people in their dreams🤭

Demon!Austin!Elvis x Reader

Warnings for demonic possession, blackmail, paranoia, disturbing physical injuries, unreality, emotional manipulation. Also some sexual content but nothing explicit. Do not interact if you are under 18 or post thinspo/ED content.

It’s a casual Halloween night, with your friends gathered at your place in half-assed costumes ready to get sick on alcohol and candy while watching scary movies. After a solid slate of Evil Dead and The Exorcist, you all drunkenly decide to pull out the Ouija board you’d bought as a joke from Toys R’ Us of all places

Within a few minutes, the lights are dim, save for a few candles you’d managed to light and place around the circle on the floor where you and your friends are sitting. Everyone places two fingers on the planchette, and you dramatically announce “If there are any spirits here, we welcome your presence”

You aren’t surprised when the planchette moves to “Hello” knowing at least a few people are moving it. “What’s your name?” a friend asks

“E-L-V-I-S” the planchette spells out. An odd name, but one that somebody probably had up their sleeve already. Someone else asks “Are you friendly?”

You can’t lie, your heart beats a little faster when it slides to “NO.” Yet, you muster up the courage to ask “What do you want?” only for the planchette to spell out your name. “C’mon guys, that’s not funny,” you scold, only to be met with looks of confusion from your friends

Suddenly, they pull their hands away as if the planchette was burning hot, leaving only you holding it as it moved wildly across the board to spell “I-W-A-N-T-Y-O-U-Y-O-U-Y-O-U-Y-“ As soon as you pull your hand away, all of the candles in the room blow out. Thoroughly terrified, you tell all of your friends to go home, annoyed by their little party trick when you’re nice enough to host

Even with all of the lights in your apartment on, you can’t relax, feeling on edge until you finally fall asleep in bed around two in the morning. Somehow you end up in your living room, except it isn’t your living room, but a distorted copy of it, a man you don’t recognize lounging on the couch where you and your friends had been watching movies a few hours earlier

He looks over at you, a wicked grin spreading across his face as he gets up and crosses the threshold to you. He’s gorgeous, but something about him deeply unsettles you

“You didn’t say goodbye,” he teases, his voice deep and velvety. “Didn’t your mama ever teach you manners?”

“This isn’t real. I’m drunk, and this is a dream,” you say to yourself

He laughs cruelly before grabbing your hair, and it hurts, which makes your blood curdle in terror because it’s supposed to be a dream. His gaze falls to your lips, and he kisses you softly before whispering, “Let me give you something to remember me by”

His lips are on yours again as he puts his hand over your heart for a few moments before sliding it down to grope at your breasts. Your chest is burning, your cries of pain muffled by the suffocating kiss

When you wake up the next morning, your chest is aching instead of your head, despite how drunk you’d gotten the night before. You stumble into your bathroom and take your top off, letting out a scream when you see ‘ELVIS’ carved into your skin above your heart as if someone did it with a knife. You’re terrified to go to sleep, doing anything and everything to stay awake so you won’t see him

In the week or so you spend struggling to stay awake, the paranoia that accompanies your self-induced insomnia doesn’t help your situation at all, prompting your boss to send you home early from work and tell you to go to a hospital—except you can’t, because the second they see you, they’ll give you something to knock you out. Instead, you make a beeline for the nearest coffee shop and ask for triple shots of espresso

You avoid going home for as long as you can, and when you’re home, avoid your bedroom like the plague. Exhaustion sets in, though, and you try so hard to fight the sleep that’s overtaking you when you finally collapse on your couch

“It’s been a long time, baby,” Elvis says as soon as your eyes shut. “A long time”

You weakly demand that he leaves you alone and just let you rest, your mind running in fumes as it is

“Where’s the fun in that? I can do this as long as it takes for you to give in,” he taunts. “Poor thing, just thought you were playin’ a party game with your little friends, huh?”

You’re exhausted, and you know he means it when he says he can do it as long as it takes. You don’t have the willpower, and he has the time. “What do you want?”

He presses his pointer finger against your chest, where his name had been carved during your first encounter, “Your soul. As soon as I saw it I wanted it. You can make it so easy on yourself, just say yes, and it’ll all be over”

It’s not that simple, and you’re not that stupid, but you can’t keep doing this for the rest of your life. You ask him if he's normally this persistent, and when he responds with a laugh that shakes the warped version of your living room, you try to wake up, but you can't–either your body's too exhausted or he won't let you

When you try to run, the place where his name had been carved into your chest burns so bad you blackout in your dream, the last thing you see his void dark eyes and self-satisfied grin

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[lucakaneshiroswife]

Lemme hold one of them nijisanji matchups 😛😛 (sfw) or (both) BOTH

Gender: Female

Pronouns: She/Her

Sexuality: Pansexual

Appearance: OMGGG walk with me now. Right now im a little bald headed (jk but i had to cut my shit into a pixie cut bc i kept dying it too damn much 😞✊🏾), i am African American mixed with Somalian, I’m like 5’5 or 5’6 idfk 😭, ive been doing my squats plus i got those natural genetics so my booty is literally so humongous (HOUR GLASS 🗣️🗣️) (tmi?) it literally thunder claps when i walk i be getting scared sometimes 😅😅 (jk jk…), i have four piercings on my 🍒’s , lower back, eyebrow and belly button, i also have a butterfly tattoo behind my ear. ermm im pretty sure that’s it, my eyes are black and doe-like 💁🏾‍♀️

Personality: im just wild fr idek. jk but personally i feel like im a chill person and my friends think im really cool to hang around. my social battery is always up 100 but all you gotta do is put me in a crowd of people with some good food and suddenly im the most quietest person on earth 🤩

Zodiac Sign: Capricorn

MBTI Type: ESFJ

Likes: Cats, food, stargazing, psychological horror movies, needle pain (not in a freaky way but like that pain you get from tattoos or piercings ykwim? 😅), dark green, food, reading, taking naps, food.

Dislikes: traveling (my motion sickness is so bad dude), waking up early, loud and obnoxious people, wet dog smell, fireworks (the colors >>> the sound), dark ness, butterflies. (laugh it up but i have such a huge fear of them, like they’re actually horrifying)

Hobbies: read, paint, listen to music, making music (album dropping december 43rd), baking

Quotes: OMGG I LOVE THIS

“it’s because im black huh…” (my friend wouldn’t share her fries), “i bet barack obama wouldn’t treat me like this”, “if we were on the titanic… i would’ve let you get on the door with me”, “my head is getting so fucking huge”, “THE HOES ARE CALLING”, “what if water was fire and fire was water.. like imagine someone saying ‘MY HOUSE IS ON WATER’, “*using tiktok filter* my soulmate initials start with a b?! omg bvox bakuma 🥺”, “idk im in the christmas sprit (as im taking off my Halloween costume)

Secret: I had gotten grounded this one time so when my mom was out running errands I snuck out to a friends house. I was getting a little hungry as usual so I was like “let me borrow your car so I can get us me some food” and she said alright. I went to the mall since i was really craving mall food at the time and right when I was walking out GUESS who’s car I see MY MOMS!!! when i tell you I BOOKED it to my friends car and hopped in the driver seat (thank goodness she didn’t see me in the mall because WHEW) anywho, right when i was about to pull off her ass wanna walk out of the mall and like a total dumbass instead of pulling off, my ass gon duck and slouch in the seat so she couldn’t see me 💀💀. as soon as she got into her car i started up my friends car and the craziest shit happen WE BOTH BACK OUT AT THE SAME TIME (her car was park backwards and mines was forward) I ended up scraping her car up pretty bad and THANK YOUUUU she didn’t recognized the car or see me either 😭. but anyways i pulled tf off 🌚 and zoomed to my friends house, dropped the car off, and literally RAN home. i hid the food under my bed and deadass acted like i was sleep so like 15 minutes later when she came back home she burst into my room like “GUESS WHAT FUCKING HAPPENED” and she started screaming about how a non-driving, blind, stupid bitch scratched her car and the whole time Im just sitting there like 😦 “damn that’s crazyyyy” and until this day she still think a random person scraped her car but uhm…. (which made it even funnier is that she literally came home with mall food for me so i was eating DOUBLE GOOD that day 😋)

Miscellaneous: im such a huge cat person im trying to break the world record (28000) with the most cats owned.

A/N: Okay you are CHAOS and you know who will love that?

VOX AKUMA

Your personality is like a lot, in the good way, and ass? Our demon lord REALLY loves you.

He is a pretty loud and interesting person, but somehow he managed to slip his way into your life like the (not so) little shit he is <3

I feel you being so spontaneous is something he will adore about you, the vibes you give off just keeps attracting him, like a moth to flame and god does he love it.

With your sense of humor, and his combined you both will constantly be at risk of getting cancelled, and you know what? Maybe it's not too bad as long as both of you are laughing.

Despite the 'action-ey' parts of your relationship I believe intimate moments are sacred.

While for Vox, sleep isn't a requirement, he will most definitely come cuddle you while telling you how beautiful you are to him even if you are balding, he wants to make you laugh don't blame him.

On this topic, somno. That's all, that's everything. Those 'innocent' moments don't remain innocent for too long. Soon enough you will find yourself asleep after a long day or just possibly eating really good food, you look so peaceful to him.

Would that stop Vox from sneaking his hands up your shirt in a not-so innocent manner, touching your piercings and whispering about how tempting you are even when you're sleeping.

You'd probably wake up to him rocking his hips against your behind, his hands groping your tits, breathing heavily into your neck. How dare you reduce him to such a state?

[baura-bear]

TRICK OR TREAAATT :3

For you a treat :3 🍬🍫

Another treat (tw: blood/wounds)

David squeezed his eyes shut trying to ignore the nightmare that was going on around him. The pressure on Mayer’s leg mustn’t have been pleasant because his father made more pained sounds. The warmth of the blood was sickening. He could feel it seeping between his fingers and soaking into the cuff of his shirt. With one shaking hand he reached across the bed to grab one of the rags he’d collected earlier and put it between his hands and the wound.

A spooky excerpt from the fic I’m working on hehe :)

Anyway happy Halloween!!! Are you dressing up? If you are, what’s your costume!!! People around campus have been recognizing my costume and it’s made me very happy :))

[tobedecidedofficial]

From the Pinnacle to the Pit

(ooc: woe song I listened to while writing this be upon ye)

Robbie had been hoping just this once she'd be able to have a normal date night with Doreen. They were going to a Halloween party. They were dressed as Ez dressed as Jennifer Check during the pool scene, and Doreen was dressed as Needy. Nobody cosplaying Needy because neither of them were sure who would be, but Needy nonetheless.

They had been walking to the party when they felt the familiar tear of talons through the thin fabric of their morph suit into their shoulders as they got lifted off the ground for the second time this week and away from her girlfriend. They weren't sure how the bird guy recognized her through their costume but that was the least of her problems right now.

They couldn't reach up with their hands or kick without the talons digging deeper into their shoulders, they'd rather not get dropped again either, but that leaves them without a plan. They seemed to be approaching the stadium? A brief wave of deja vu washed over them but they couldn't tell why. Maybe it had something to do with something that happened before the server reset?

They didn't get much time to think about it before they felt the pain of the talons releasing, sending them plummeting to the ground in the center of the stadium. That hurt. A lot. But didn't cause enough of a health drop to trigger a respawn, unfortunately. They were usually glad to have more health than the average player, but this wasn't one of those times. A flurry of black feathers soon joined them, the red robe the man was wearing settling.

"I'm sure you're wondering why I brought you here," he started immediately, continuing without waiting for any kind of answer,"I require your assistance with something. 'well dr. Toomes, why didn't you just ask?' After what happened with ms. Lutin, you'll have to excuse me for not being willing to ask."

Lutin? That name sounded familiar, but Robbie wasn't sure where from. They couldn't even ask what he was talking about before he continued to continue,"You're going to help me get out of this goddamned computer. Your health is high enough that you won't be able to respawn to get away, but low enough you can't fight."

He picks up a sceptre from the ground and inserts it into a hole, perfectly shaped, that was in the ground. Robbie never noticed it before when they'd been to the stadium... As they thought that, Toomes looped his arms under their shoulders and dragged them up and to the sceptre.

He wraps their fingers around it and ties their hand to it tightly with a small length of rope. As soon as they make contact it begins to glow brightly, Toomes letting out a delighted cackle before grabbing on as well. "This will be glorious." he says, more to himself than to Robbie.

The light from the sceptre soon shoots out of the top of the stadium to the screen of the computer, beginning to creep down to their hands. Robbie couldn't let Toomes do this. He was a relatively new enemy, they didn't know what he was capable of, what he would do once he reached outside into the real world. They couldn't let that happen.

So they mustered up all their strength, and just as they began to get enveloped by the light they kicked toomes away, far enough that he wouldn't be able to go. But they were tied to it. They couldn't get away in time with how low their health was. Toomes let out a furious scream as, for the second time in their life, Robbie was consumed by a white light.

To be continued...

[acommonloon]

Chaos and cheeto

We said goodbye in the parking lot of Wild Eggs a few hours ago. It was raining lightly but we stood there smiling as her mom buckled her into the blue car. She wanted Pop's car! D just texted me they're home now. Safe

Life seems so quiet after a few days in the company of our three year old granddaughter. She is constant motion and noise. Even though the weather was perfect, I took few pics, usually I was packing her around. At 35 wriggling pounds she packs above her weight. I love it.

I carried her through most of the zoo Friday evening, putting her down so she could walk up timidly and hold out her plastic bucket for candy at dozens of booths. We'd far more candy at home but it's about the ritual you know.

Young people in costumes handed out the candy while the most popular characters (Disney princesses) were staged throughout the grounds for photo ops accompanied by music that everyone (else) recognized. Snacks including adult beverages were sold at near airport prices and in all, I thought it a nice event for kids and parents.

Saturday we went to a fav burger and malted joint then spent most of the day at two kids parks. The first (Tyler Park) was sat in the old Highlands neighborhood with a playground at the end of a large grassy field surrounded by trees and hills. Her favorite parts were the large stone bridge with a precarious rock path under it and an uneven trail made of logs with the tops sawn flat for better footing. She "petted" a small terrier called Toby and a sheep dog called Cara. Throughout, a beautiful rain of leaves was punctuated by kids rushing, climbing, and sliding and dogs grinning and chasing.

After we sat on the rooftop of a nearby brewery for a drink, watching traffic, before detouring slightly through the Hillcrest neighborhood famous for Halloween decorations. So much plastic. Scary!

Our second park was an entirely different affair. A small area fenced with warning signs prominent, a latched gate, and no dogs allowed. It was ultra modern safe, the ground spongy and rubbery. There were 4 kinds of swings, three with safety harness, and lots of smooth plastic platforms perfect to climb on with buttons to push, wheels to spin, colored disks to look through and bell's to ring. After an hour of that regimented chaos we took her for a final trick or treat.

This one was at D's niece's church. It sucked.

Lol, D seemed surprised at the aggressive proselytizing. If we'd followed programming, we would have taken a tour of the church culminating with a family photo on the church steps and only then could we be registered for the drawing. Lol scary!

When you have to highjack Halloween and bribe people to sample your soul saving methodology you might question if what you offer is any more than trick or treat.

On the way home today, I noticed the building being demolished in downtown New Albany. It looked like war, images of Syria or Ukraine. It rained all the way home. It's quiet now and I can hear the rain. It sounds peaceful and life-giving. What a grand weekend for us.

How sad so many experienced the same two days we did but instead of joy, they've had fear, pain, hunger, death. Every day I'm glad and I'm also reminded many others will end their life rather than endure another, many will suffer at the hands of others, many will succumb to sickness or hunger. Every day trick or treat.

Sure, let's worship the being responsible for all this. Don't question his plan, it gave you joy today and another family got the tragedy of a child's death by car wreck, by illness, by parent, by stranger, by war. Be thankful because if you don't submit and love him, you will be cast into an eternity worse than even life can bring to bear. Lol scary!

A guy I'd known through work for years called me Friday. We'd lost touch when he began to go through a traumatic event. His wife of 25 years decided to divorce him and he hadn't seen it coming. It's a common story really. In any case he said he was happy now, he loved writing music, he was remarried these last four years, and he had his ministry thing. He said it was obvious The Lord had planned this for him because he and his new wife both joined EHarmony on the same day.

<sigh>

He said he didn't know about my beliefs but wondered if I'd like to talk to him because he enjoyed telling his story and people seemed to enjoy it as well.

<sigh>

I said sure.

Friday they identified the body of the boy found in a suitcase in the woods nearby. The mother said he was possesed by a Demon.

Also Friday someone posted about his son who jumped off the front of a shopping cart and ran into a post impaling his eye on a metal strut causing brain trauma.

Saturday the headline read, Toddler killed in crash on I-71 North

Today a headline read 150 killed in Halloween crowd crush in South Korea.

Some may wish to attribute the vagaries of the world to the Lord's plan. If I thought some being was responsible for the every day death of an innocent child, I'd sign up for the resistance.

[sassy-ahsoka-tano]

I posted 1,399 times in 2022

That's 1,051 more posts than 2021!

620 posts created (44%)

779 posts reblogged (56%)

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#also a psa to everyone whether youre into dudes or not there is nothing more comfortable than sleeping in an extra large men's tshirt

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#5

🍁 Autumn & Halloween Prompt List 🎃

It's about to get spoopy up in here. We wanted to do something special not only to celebrate everyone's favorite season but also to honor the amazing writers and creators on Tumblr.

Most of us are creators of some kind — whether that be writers, gifmakers, or artists — and this time of year is hard. We start running into fatigue + the scariest thing during the whole Halloween season: creator's block.

✨ Cue the prompt list ✨

This prompt list is split into three groups: dialogue, scenario, and NSFW prompts. Each section has 31 prompts which are sorted with more general autumn themes first and Halloween-specific prompts after that.

A HUGE HUGE thank you to Shawni (@austin-butlers-gf), Sage (@fangirlwithasweettooth), Kenzie (@fangirl-imagines), & Gabby (@dontbesussis) for helping to create this lovely list!

Feel free to reblog + use for whatever it is that you create and post here on Tumblr! Happy Halloween and enjoy 👻 ♥️

DIALOGUE

[ prompts with / indicate that both characters A + B have lines ]

“You have a leaf in your hair.”

“You’re shivering.”

“Why don’t you take off that mask? I’d like to see your face.”

“You’re scared of that, really?”

“That’s your favorite candy? You have shit taste.”

“Promise not to laugh at me if I scream.”

“My friend abandoned me at this Halloween party and I don’t know anyone. But you look as miserable as I feel.”

“If you can’t summon flames directly from hell, store-bought is fine.”

“It says take one, love.”

“Well…you grabbed my hand first.”

“Oh, I see. Is someone a little scared?”

“I spent so long in the darkness I’d almost forgotten how beautiful the moonlight is.”

“You’re the devil in disguise.”

“Nice try. You’ll have to work harder to scare me.”

“I know you’re trying to be scary, but you’re just way too cute.”

“I couldn’t find a costume, so I just decided to go as your [partner/bf/gf].”

“You’re a scaredy cat.” / “I am not!”

“Boo!” / “You were scarier with the mask off.”

“What are you supposed to be?” / “It isn’t obvious?”

“Ew candy corn?” / “What? This candy is hated for no reason. It’s good!”

“That kind of scared me.” / “Don’t worry, I’ll protect you.”

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#4

My Bestest Girl

Character/Fandom: Elvis - Elvis (2022)

Requested: No

Prompt: You have a nightmare but your husband is always there to comfort you when you need him. Feat. a spicy ending. [ Fem!Reader ]

TW: mentions of sex

Rating: Pg-13     ||     Word Count: 1030

A/N: I swear this morphed into like 3 different things as I was writing it. Part 2...maybe? Smut is coming cause i can't control myself, i just don't know when 😂

🦋 mila

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You’re running like you’ve never run before. One foot replaces the other faster than you can even think and you feel a pain from somewhere, but you can’t place it exactly. Your chest heaves and you feel panic spreading throughout your body. The darkness around you starts to cave in. There are no walls, but you feel them crushing down on you anyway. Although you try to push them back, they only come faster. The horrific, distorted face of someone you don’t recognize appears floating in the darkness, and your heart lurches as-

Suddenly, you’re awake, sweating and shaking a little in the bed. It takes a moment for you to return to reality and remember where you are and that you’re safe.

“Baby?” Elvis’ deep, smooth voice comes out raspier than usual. “Baby, what’s wrong?”

You curl your arms around your knees, and your husband leans up. The bed shifts under his weight as he scoots toward you and wraps his arms around your shoulders.

“What’s the matter, baby girl?” he asks again, rubbing your shoulder and tucking some loose hair behind your ear.

You look at him in the dark. His blue eyes peer tenderly back, his eyebrows knitted in concern. Although his hair is disheveled, he still looks as handsome as the day you married him. Something in the way he’s gazing so intently at you draws your tears out. You fall back into his arms and start to sob. The cold air in the bedroom freezes your tears as they trickle down your cheeks. His grip loosens and then retightens to bring you all the way into his lap, and you bury your face into his shoulder. His skin is warm and smooth, and you feel terribly guilty for wetting his beautiful chest with your ugly tears.

“Come ‘ere,” he whispers, rubbing your back. “Come ‘ere and let me hold ya. Everything’s gonna be aright. Shhh, it’s okay. Everything’s okay.”

You let your body go limp in his strong embrace, and you feel completely supported. The way he rubs your back and squeezes you just a little too tightly makes you feel like nothing in the world would dare try to hurt you. He presses a few kisses to your sweaty forehead. As you heave to a normal breath, Elvis leans back and moves your hair out of your face so he can see your eyes.

“You’re my bestest girl, you know that?”

“I thought your mama was your bestest girl,” you sniffle with a small smile.

Elvis smiles back, wipes a stray tear from your cheek, and then shakes his head.

“She’ll always be my first girl, but you became my bestest girl the day I married ya,” he says, and you smile so hard it hurts. “Now, tell me what’s goin on. D’ya have a nightmare?”

You nod.

“What about, baby girl?”

“I was trying to run away from something and it wasn’t working,” you say, feeling tears well up again. “I couldn’t see exactly what it was but I just know I was terrified of it. As I was running, the hallways started to get smaller and smaller like they were squeezing me to death.”

“Well that don’t sound like fun, baby. But hey, look,” he responds, taking your hand in his. He flips your palm so that it’s facing the ceiling and curls his own fingers over yours. “I’m here. I’ll always be here for ya. Ain’t nothing gonna hurt you while I’m here.”

He squeezes your fingers and smiles down at you. You glance up at him in the moonlight and gently touch his cheek. He leans into your hand, and you brush the lines around his smiling mouth with your thumb. You pull him toward you and press your lips to his. As you kiss him, his arm snakes around your back and pulls you against his chest. You wind your hands around his neck and back, spreading your fingers to absorb as much of his warmth as possible.

He pulls back for a moment to gaze into your eyes before kissing your cheek and your neck. He brings you into a big bear hug. Your legs reposition to hug his waist, and you throw your arms over his shoulders. As you squeeze out your stress, he peppers kisses all over your neck and shoulders.

You feel him kiss the top of the strap of your nightgown and then pause. You turn to look at him. He stares at the strap with an angry expression for a moment before quickly moving it out of the way, planting a kiss on your bare shoulder, and putting it back. He nods as if he’s pleased with the job he’s done. You throw your head back to laugh, but he takes the opportunity to assault your undefended neck with kisses. His breath tickles your skin, and you giggle, playfully trying to push him away. After a few moments, he stops, kisses your jaw sweetly, and meets your eyes.

“You feelin any better?” he asks, and you nod enthusiastically.

“Much. Thank you. I love you,” you respond in a whisper.

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ASG - Part Two: Burnin' Love

Character/Fandom: Elvis - Elvis (2022)

Requested: Yeah, by me 💀

Prompt: Elvis sweeps Bird outside to the lake to cool down on a hot day. Spoiler, she doesn't cool off, but it’s not the temperature that has her sweating. [ Fem!OC ]

TW: Nothing tbh? this is vanilla af

Rating: M     ||     Word Count: 4442

A/N: this might be my favorite smut that i've ever written...

This is Part 2 of ASG. Find the rest of the series here!

🦋 mila

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She happens to be passing through the living room when a knock on the door comes. She's suddenly very pleased to be the one who opens it since Elvis is standing on the other side. It's been a week or so since their little walk and they've managed to see each other a couple of times. Mostly, he would walk her home after work. Paranoid that someone would see her and tell her father, Bird hasn't let anything happen that would have been too scandalous. Elvis respects her wishes and she appreciates it.

“Elvis?”

“Hi baby, how ya doin’?” he asks, smiling and stepping inside the house.

She curls her fingers into her palms and then grabs him by the shirt sleeve.

“This a nice house ya got he-”

He cuts off when she harshly drags him into a corner of the room, behind a bookcase.

“Thank you, but I’d appreciate it if ya didn’t alert my daddy your presence,” she responds, glancing out from behind a stack of books to see if her father is anywhere near. When she swivels back around, she jumps back at how close Elvis is to her face.

“Why not, baby girl?”

His arms wind around her waist and start to pull her toward him. She sucks in a breath and clenches her jaw, trying to keep his hands off her.

“Because he’ll probably kill ya,” she responds, glancing around again. “He don't like greasers or singers. Or anyone who ain't a devout Christian.”

“Well good news for ya daddy, I am a devout Christian.”

She raises an eyebrow.

“Not nearly devout enough for my daddy. ”

“Well if we ain’t gonna have any fun in this house, let’s get outta here then,” he says, nuzzling his face into her neck. She stifles a giggle.

“Stop that! What would we even do?” she asks.

“We could go for a walk,” he says, kissing her jaw, “or look at the record store,” he kisses her neck, “I don’t care where we go as long as I’m with you.”

She finally manages to release him from her neck and smile.

“It’s too damn hot for all that,” she replies, feeling a streak of bold lust. “We could go down to the lake? That oughta cool us off.”

“Ain’t nothing in the world that could cool you off, mama.”

“Just go,” she says, flushing. She pushes him toward the door. “Before daddy sees you. Or worse, sees me with you.”

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ASG - Part Four: All Shook Up

Character/Fandom: Elvis - ELVIS (2022)

Requested: yes! - anons

Prompt: When Gladys Presley invited Bird up to Graceland to work as a cook in the house, she had mixed feelings. But in order to support herself and your daddy, she moved up to Memphis anyway. Things have been awkward between her and Elvis, but strange things are happening every day and, not surprisingly, Elvis has her all shook up again. [ Fem!OC ]

TW: Angst, smut, cursing, a little physical aggressiveness + i think that's it!

Rating:  M, this is good stuff baby  ||     Word Count: 16,293 🥴

A/N: IT’S FINALLY HERE!! I have never worked harder on a fic tbh, and the dialogue in this one hits so hard. Yes, the one part is inspired by that scene in Dirty Dancing — you know the one. Sorry for taking FOREVER, but I really hope y'all enjoy it!

This is Part 4 of ASG. FInd the rest of the series here!

🦋 mila

This is a BIG boi + it’s special, so pls read these notes:

This is super long, so I put little PAGE BREAKS in places where you can pause reading. Please take advantage of them!

Deadass made a PLAYLIST to enhance your reading experience. It's in order + should flow with the plot. But depending on reading speed, it might be off, and that's totally okay! If you want the true experience, I've written where to jump + play certain songs in the fic. This is obvi totally optional!!!

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“I jus don’t know what to do bout it,” Gladys says, running a hand over her face. “They’re makin fun of my baby all over town. And probably all over the country, too.”

“I’m really sorry, Mrs. Presley,” Bird responds, taking a bowl of something warm from her fingers. “I can always go back home if this is a bad time.”

“Oh, don’t be silly, honey,” she replies in her thick southern drawl. “We love havin you over. You don’t know how nice it is to have another woman in this damn house.”

Bird smiles painfully as she watches Gladys reach for a beer.

A lot has happened since Elvis had broken Bird's heart and left her sobbing on the floor of her house in Louisiana. It was almost five months later when she received a call from Gladys Presley. She had been shocked to hear a familiar voice on the other end of the line. She’d called to ask if Bird wanted to come up to Memphis and move in with the family. One of their cooks had quit and Gladys couldn’t find anyone who cooked southern-style food the way she liked it. Bird knows she'd taken quite a liking to her. Whenever Elvis had brought her home for dinner, just a handful of times, Bird was always willing to help.

Anyway, she did always have a knack for cooking, especially those delicious southern-style comfort dishes. She had originally refused, but when Gladys called twice more and offered to pay Bird handsomely, it wasn’t really a conversation anymore. She and daddy were struggling after he turned to alcohol for comfort and wasn't working as much as usual. Bird had picked up an extra job at the diner in town while still working at the hayride. She'd been working herself to death, but with the Presley’s money she can help support herself and her father without having to break her back.

Plus, she’d offered.

Bird is always incredibly nervous about seeing Elvis, especially after everything that has happened. But she didn't know what else to do. It was too good of a deal for her. So, she'd packed up some of her belongings and moved up to Memphis, leaving daddy at home by himself.

Mr. and Mrs. Peachtree, the Presley’s neighbors, welcomed her into a small guest house in their backyard. Gladys had offered for her to stay at Graceland, but she knew she wouldn’t be able to bear it. Being so close to him and not being able to have him. It was all too painful, too regretful. And she knew Elvis wouldn’t want her there, anyway.

It really hasn’t been all that bad. The money is good, the amenities are nice, Mr. and Mrs. Peachtree are always warm and welcoming toward her. Gladys has been surprisingly like a surrogate mother in many ways. She’s been protective over her, frequently asking how Bird's getting on at the house and whether the Peachtrees are treating her right. She's even asked how bird's father is a time or two, even though Bird get the feeling Gladys doesn’t like him much. You can’t blame her. She’d even let Bird have a few sips of beer, despite the fact that she was still underage. That’s something her father would never allow her to do, even if you were of legal age.

“I just hope he’s doin aright,” Gladys continues. “That damn Colonel is always tellin him what to do.”

Bird keeps her mouth shut but raises her eyebrows in agreeance. Despite sympathizing with her, Bird doesn't feel like it’s her place to say anything about the family. Not to mention this entire conversation is still a sore spot since she's convinced that the Colonel is the reason for her breakup with Elvis.

“Oh lord they’re home! My poor baby!” Gladys shouts, glancing out the windows.

Speak of the devil, himself. Bird joins Gladys at the window, watching the familiar dark purple 1956 Cadillac Eldorado drive slowly up the path to the house. There has been a crowd outside for hours now, and the noise is driving her crazy.

The dinner isn’t even finished cooking yet, but Elvis and Mr. Presley would be bursting through the front door any minute now. They’re coming back from New York where Elvis had been on the Steve Allen show. Long story short, the performance was a disaster. He’d been put onstage in full-length tailcoats and forced to sing to a hound dog. An actual hound dog.

Bird watched at home with the Peachtrees, squeezing a pillow tightly. She'd felt especially awkward in recent days. She likes the Peachtrees very much, but they are made of old money and she knows they have mixed feelings about the Presleys. Mrs. Peachtree has been adamant that Elvis isn’t the type of boy young girls should be looking up to. And she used his “Hound Dog” performance as ammunition to prove her point. Bird bites her tongue whenever the Peachtrees begin to badmouth him. And she pretends not to know about all of the rude things the other neighbors whisper about the Presleys behind their backs.

Just as the car parks, Bird quietly dips back into the kitchen to help Alberta, the other cook, with the rest of the food. But mostly to avoid Elvis. She does that a lot nowadays, avoiding, and she doesn't even want to think about the first time he’d discovered her at the house. Apparently, Gladys had neglected to tell her son that his ex-sweetheart would be coming up to work in the house.

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ASG - Part One: A Southern Gentleman

Character/Fandom: Elvis - Elvis (2022)

Requested: No, but it is deserved

Prompt: Bird's old friend, Elvis, looks a lot different than she remembers - a lot hotter, that is. Can she control herself as he walks her home like a good southern gentleman? [ Fem!OC ]

TW: None!

Rating: Pg-13     ||     Word Count: 1484

A/N: He's obviously not dating Dixie in this version. Damn...I really don't know what to do with myself. I used to have a crush on Austin a long time ago, but it's been rekindled like 2 million times stronger. Austin w/ dark hair just hits different 😩

This is Part 1 of ASG. Find the rest of the series here!

🦋 mila

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She’s folding an extra towel in the wings of the stage when a flash of pink silk catches her attention. She glances up just long enough to see a guitar and a pair of fancy black and white shoes. She shrugs, going back to finish her work and thinking nothing of it for the time being.

“He’s a young singer from Memphis, Tennessee,” the announcer’s voice booms around the building. “Give a warm hayride welcome to a Mr. Elvis Presley.”

Her head snaps up when she hears the name. Elvis?? She had gone to elementary school down in Mississippi with a boy named Elvis. It couldn’t possibly be the same boy…could it? She hurriedly finishes folding up the towels she’s working on and quietly sneaks behind the edge of the stage curtains. As she peers out at the tall young man standing at the microphone, she’s sure it can’t be him. The little boy she had known was blonde, skinny, and bony.

“It goes something like this…” the singer mumbles into the microphone. He continues to mutter a little bit of a song.

“Get a haircut, buttercup!” yells a man from the crowd.

Before she gets a chance to think again, he begins to sing. Like…really sing. His voice is strong and forceful, like nothing she’s ever heard before. She watches from the wings and can’t help but smile as he wiggles, dances, and moves around on the stage. His voice is incredible, deep and smooth. But the way his body moves, she has never seen anything like it before. Some girls in the crowd begin to holler, scream, and yelp. she bites her own lip and holds back a smile as she watches the silky pink fabric dance along his body.

Not before long, the entire crowd of women is leaning toward the stage and shrieking. As he reaches back into the crowd, some of the girls even pull at his clothes and the pink suit jacket lifts off his frame. As he stumbles back behind the curtains, a woman yells from the crowd. Bird peers around the curtain and catches a second’s glimpse of her: an older lady with dark hair. She knows this woman. She’s seen her before...

The sound of laughter near her catches Bird’s attention and her eyes land on the back of the singer’s frame as he walks away. Before she can stop herself, she speaks up.

“Elvis??” she asks, gripping the curtain tightly.

The tall figure pauses for a moment before a handsome face emerges from the shadows. She can’t help but smile. The moment she meets his sea blue eyes, the recognition spreads across his face. He lets out a breathy chuckle and smiles sweetly.

“It really is you…” she mumbles.

“Bird?? It can’t be…” he asks in a voice deeper than she expects. She releases her death grip on the curtain and reaches down to smooth her skirt.

He hands his guitar off to a bandmate and walks toward her. As he comes closer, she can smell him – a mix of sweat, musk, and something sweet like cinnamon. It’s almost intoxicating. She reaches out to steady herself on a table.

“What the hell are you doin’ up here?” he asks.

“Daddy got transferred up ‘ere, so we moved. I work 'ere,” she responds. “What are you doin up here? I almost didn’t recognize ya. You were blonde last I saw.”

“Yeah,” he replies, dropping his head to rub the back of his neck. A few strands of dark black hair fall over his forehead, and she has the urge to brush them away but she resists. “Well, how bout you, I mean, you’re all grown up now. Look at ya…”

She flushes as he gestures at her body. He leans on the wall near her, positioning his body diagonally. She takes a deep breath, quickly glancing at his flexing bicep. He tilts his head to look at her, and she catches his eyes tracing her figure up and down.

“You’d better get going, Bird,” one of her coworkers says as they pass by. “Your daddy won’t be happy if you get home late again.

“Oh damn,” she mutters, glaring through the cracked glass of her old wristwatch. “Well…I’d better start back. You 'member how daddy is.”

As she turns to reach for her sweater, his hand catches her wrist.

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[steele-soulmate]

Tattooed Wings, CHAPTER 488, Peter Steele & OFC, Soulmate AU

SUMMARY: Mary Claire Bradley meets her soulmate- literally- the famous Peter Steele of metal group Type O Negative. But will obstacles including trauma, stalkers, and toxic family members get in the way of their life?

WARNING: mentions of child rape (nothing graphic) PTSD, milk kink, soft smut, grinding, assault, fingering, hand jobs, blow jobs, 69, P in V sex, blood, noncon rape, violence, death, vandalism, graffiti, attempted kidnapping, break-ins, wild animal attacks, terrorist attack (sabotage) consensual impregnation, bareback, impregnation kink, creampies, terrorist attacks (shootings) hit and run pedestrian accident, precipitous labor, neonatal death

WORDS: 1122

The labor pains hit me all of a sudden.

Peter jumped at my sudden scream, wincing as my grip on his wrist tightened to a death grip.

“You’re doing so good sweetheart,” he murmured in a soft voice before looking up. “Where the living fuck is my wife’s epidural?”

“We can’t give one to her, sir. We have no idea of knowing the inflicted damage from her accident.”

“PETER!” I sobbed, falling backwards into my husband’s chest.

He just hummed comfortingly, wiping the sweat from my forehead with a damp cloth.

“You’re my good girl sweetheart,” he murmured softly, pressing a loving kiss to my temple. “I love my good girl.”

“I can’t do this,” I sobbed, slumping backwards as he got up, kneeling next to the bed to continue speaking to me.

“Yes you can,” he told me, waving off a doctor who came up to do her job and offer me encouraging words of comfort. “Sweetheart, oh my sweetheart, you are so fucking strong. You went through a horrible trauma at such a young age, became a mother to your sisters, gave birth to little girl while on the toilet, carried my son throughout the despicable excuse of a human being breaking into our home… I love you sweetheart, and I honestly couldn’t imagine calling another woman my wife.”

“Okay Mary Claire, I think it’s about time that we give you a pain block.”

“About fucking time!” I snarled as Peter stepped out for a moment to speak to someone. He kept in my line of vision, seemingly irritated before returning back to me as a nurse was hooking me up to a bag with a clearish green fluid dripping down into the medicine port in my arm.

“It will kick in faster if you get up and walk for fifteen, twenty minutes.”

I whimpered as I was helped up. Peter was at my side a minute later, offering me with something to lean up against as he led me out into the hallway, tugging the portable drip with him.

“Mommy! Daddy!”

Peter chuckled as Elizabeth raced up to us, having changed from her Halloween costume into jeans and a lilac colored long sleeved T-shirt.

“Are you okay, mommy?” she asked me, always the sweet child.

“I’m good,” I answered her, the pain killer working miracles.

“Is Baby Violet Marie here yet?” she asked, bouncing up and down on the heels of her feet.

“No, not yet!” I laughed. “Baby Violet Marie isn’t here just yet.”

“Oh.” Here, she looked down at her toes.

“Bitty, what is it?” Peter asked, recognizing her curiosity and wanting to ask us a question.

She looked up at us with her father’s eyes and asked us-

“Can I help bring Baby Violet Marie into the world?”

~xoXox~

“Okay Elizabeth, are you ready?”

“I think you should be asking my mommy that question!” Elizabeth looked so adorable, dwarfed in a doctor’s medical gown with a mask over her smiling face as she positioned herself in between my legs.

Everyone in the room laughed at her snark.

“Oh!” Elizabeth squealed excitedly. “I see the head! I think Baby Violet Marie is a redhead- just like mommy!”

I didn’t need to turn my head to see the beaming smile on my husband’s face.

“Atta girl,” he praised, and I had no idea who those words were aimed for- Baby Violet Marie, Elizabeth or myself.

The birthing of Baby Violet Marie progressed rather quickly with big sister Elizabeth there. I grunted and groaned as the little girl was pushed from me, giving out one final cry as she popped herself out of me.

“Elizabeth, do you want to cut the cord?”

My heart was bursting with love and joy as Elizabeth helped clamped the cord before cutting it before switching places with my husband as Peter went with the doctor to go weigh and take prints from our newborn baby girl.

“Are you okay mommy?” she asked me as a nurse was cleaning me up.

I only smiled up at her, my hospital assigned endotracheal tubes puffing in soft puffs of oxygen into my lungs.

“Well, you were really brave,” she continued speaking. “I don’t think I can ever be that brave.”

But you are.

I smiled up at her, cupping her cheek in my hand as I cooed silently at her.

You are mommy’s brave girl.

“Guess who.”

The two of us turned out heads and smiled at the sight of my husband, shirtless with a tiny baby on his burly chest, dressed in a tiny diaper and petite green socks. She already was gripping at a strand of his dyed hair in a little baby death grip and her little foot twitched every few seconds. Peter held her to him with a hand under her baby bottom and another pressed to her shoulders, and I could very clearly see part of her spine protruding out of her skin.

“Hihi, Baby Violet Marie!” Elizabeth cheered, getting onto my uncomfortable hospital bed with me, ignoring the sweat stained bedsheets and waiting her turn to coo over the napping baby.

I accepted the tiny baby from her daddy, being careful of her little spine as I cradled her close to me.

“The hospital priest was just passing by the nursery, so I asked him to baptize Baby Violet Marie,” Peter told me with a shy smile. “Also, the doctor wants to perform a surgery on her to try and correct her spine some. I told him that I would need to discuss it with you first.”

Hello, Baby Violet Marie.

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4x2 heroes & villains (https://scriptline.livejournal.com/40160.html)

I like how the transcript calls him "creepy guy" even tho we get his name Watched this ep with my older bro. He has a lot to say about jewish comic artists & police interference.

*Deep male voice* wouldn't the creep be weirded out seeing someone dressed like that? *casually cuts the guy's hand off* *somehow able to cut him in half even tho that's not exactly possible* (actually I just wasted time researching & watching videos, idk if it is possible to cut someone in half if they are standing up, but u can cut em crosswise for sure.)

Why that knife rick? RC: I seem to remember asking you to make me an E.T. Halloween costume and you told me you didn't know how to sew. MR: Details. Besides, you were 32 at the time. The point is, proper wardrobe helps an actor connect to the words. (won't clip)

Poor rick, he just wants his daughter Lol I skipped my grad, ran & hid by climbing up a giant storage crate. So valid bestie (password sharing) MR: Lady Beckett, my lord. Richard, are you crying? RC: No, it's the onions. RC, next scene: Okay, I'll admit, it wasn't just the onions, not completely. I mean, she's gonna be gone in a few months. My little girl. (could clip but I'm low on time)

[They approach the body halves, covered in yellow plastic on either side of a pool of blood, feet sticking out.] Lanie <3

Ok so what kind of steel is it? A lot of japanese steel will actually break or chip if it hits bones, so it might not be best for chopping someone in half but it definitely broke off

Swords are so good so cool. JE: Tyler Ferris. He just got out of Sing Sing a year ago for sexual assault. KB: Okay, we got any witnesses? JE: Yeah. The girl he was in the middle of assaulting oof (I shouldn't find that funny, I know it is tragic & it really sucks, but I'm allowed to find humour in my pain & past.)

Poor gal still has blood all over her She's right lol Lol the "touche"

Love mrs ferris Don't get me wrong. I never expected my boy to end up in two hunks, but I always knew one day he'd end up there laying on a slab. KB: Do you know if he was involved in anything that might've gotten him killed? Ferris: Well, I certainly expect so. Is "ship coming in" a figure of speech?

KB: Ma'am, um, I'll need the names of all the enemies your son may have had. Ferris: You're gonna need a bigger pad.

As cops, Ryan is right. As people, Esposito is right. JE: Well, maybe a sword is a justice system. So true bestie.

KR: This other guy have a name? JE: Yeah. Tony Valtini. *KR perks up* This guy's got a record, too. KR: Damn right, he does!!! (won't clip) I remember Valtini from back in Narcotics. The guy is totally Mobbed up. You know what else, his family owns this meat packing plant out in Jersey. Tony's nickname: Tony the Butcher. JE: I bet he split a few sides of beef in his day. except you usually split the sides carefully, not with one big swing. ugh this is going to be a long episode if I keep bringing up culinary school.

TV: I am a legitimate businessman. Castle it's not funny. KB: You never reported an attack. TV: I don't like to be a burden on law enforcement.  *casually shucks his pants*

(just one buttock) JE: The sword of justice, bro. It's going to end up being esposito. (NEW FANFIC IDEA BABES) (ryan & his signature mug. it's the little things in the show) Mum & lil bro watch superhero shows so this episode was great with the two of them the hero (probs not super) looks definitely very male

KB: She didn't think that we'd believe her. And, quite frankly, she's right. probs delusional, probs right. Def has something going on castle. reminds me of the time the school got a mascot & then the two furries in the school accidentally outed themselves to each other bc they recognized the work. Castle writer moments, & he's not too far wrong red marune is so adorable I love him. isn't that redundant? LARRYBOY ryan *watching the caskett argument from the distance* cyclist *gives rick a delivery in the middle of the bullpen*

Ryan really is becoming castle jr, the nicknames on the wiki were right Just marvel? No dc no dark horse no anything else? I just listed the mainstream ones. Castle was quick putting together that vigilante board (need to pic this) JE: *sus* KR: *interested* JE: they're make believe KB: All driven by the death of a father or loved one Gates is kind of right But then Castle actually had a point Castle chill XD

RC: hardcore skjdflsdkfsljdk KB: Elektra RC: Ah. A ruthless assassin who hides from her emotions. KB: No, maybe it's because she's got badass ninja skills.

RC: Ah. Try billionaire industrialist Bruce Wayne, A.K.A. The Dark Knight. He's brooding, he's handsome, and he has all the coolest toys. You are the billionare non-cop crime solver, castle. (won't clip) (lol I had my french keyboard on so my apostrophe didn't show up at first)

I love mike hoover. Well castle wasn't the one who actually wrote the graphic novels, heh. kind of a chronically online nerd but I love him so so much. Love his hat too. Which one?

There is a T in vigilanTe (I used to say vigilanté but now I say vigilantie like everyone else) Nice, webcomics. Unless the hero is the writer babes

JE: Yeah, well, whoever he is, I can't connect him to any swords either. I pray we nail this dude before I have to call every store on that list. KR: I thought you were kind of rooting for this guy? JE: That's when he was Joe Citizen taking it to the bad guys. Now he's just some nimrod in a suit. (making espt call a bunch of stores) KR: Ah. You gotta give him props for spirit, though, right? I mean, haven't you ever wanted to be a superhero? Going out there, prowling the city, knocking some heads? JE: I do that now.  ew cops & their hero complexes. castle acab moments. (but still clipping)

did CSU not find it? Why is it perfectly timed that lone ranger aka LR is here rn? (looks like he could be a woman in theory) hella cool parkour tho Fun timing esposito calling right then. Has he been called espo yet? I don't much like the name. I feel like "sito" are the stressed syllables. (dw dm, he gets called Zito/'Sito later.) Also in her phone he's just esposito, no first name? Also why didn't she just decline the call? Espt talkin p slow today huh.

lmao I love this kid so much. He's so silly & adorable. superheroes have a billion different villains bc they had to start putting them in jail with cops & there was never allowed to be any tragedy or escapes where the villain got away. or so big bro says Chad: My father's in miami

Neither would lone vengence! Comic book characters aren't real, okay? I love chad he's so adorable & sweet I was about ready to hang up my tights for good "lone" Poor chad. There are def going to be A Ton of these characters. Remember Jumping Jack? & Mere do well?

GATES I told the Mayor we had our man. BECKETT Yeah well, you shouldn't have done that. GIRL YOU SAID THAT TO HER FACE IN THAT TONE

Not looking at the writer?

castle printed them out? Alexis is so pretty Did she ever get that motorcycle/scooter Mum got classes that would count to dad's drama minor or philosophy major that also counted to her education major or whatever mum's minor was, & she got classes that would count credits for her major+minor but would also count for her friend's major. But anyway ew math castle isn't wrong but like... AC: Why does everything I do have to make sense? Why can't I just do what I want once in awhile? That's all you ever do.

That's some intense yoga. Yk, yoga is not just workouts, not just funny positions & stretching, not just low impact training, yoga has a spiritual component to it & it makes me just a bit upset that ppl don't even know that let alone respect it.

FInally anagram I was right! trace the IP or smth?

wait the captions said faris this time. is it ferris or faris? the transcript has both lol THE WHAT NOW COMICS I was not expecting slutty schoolgirl comics to make an appearance here. Mild mannered is "out of the ordinary" for him lol. Mom: He was different. Wore a suit. Castle: As in, mask and cape? Mom: Jacket and tie

oh yeah a crime reporter? Definitely ryan sounds like castle rn i love it KB: *sips coffee* JE: *watching from the phone* RC: *raises eyebrow* RC: The student has become the master. Or at least, he tried. Actually, for a truly Castle-esque theory, it has to be fully thought through. (yk I might clip this) KB: Since when? KR: I did think it through! (mr detective man) *ryan & castle bouncing off each other now* (I said a bit ago that castito & ryckett were decent but now I'm looking at especkett & rystle & have been often this season during my normal watch through. idk anyone's ship names I'm making them up every time I say one & they often sound bad or end up different esp with esposito bc his name is twice as long as anyone else's)

man's a FULL ass hero tyvm! (tho only a half assed superhero bc superpowers don't exist) RC: Hmm. That is one block away from Comicadia. JE: Mm KR: Mm

I love the comic bro kid

VG: Really. Our killer's a writer? RC: Well, writers can be men of action. VG: I've yet to see that, Mr. Castle. VG: So, he's a journalist like Peter Parker? KB: Actually, Peter Parker was a news photographer. RC: Yeah, our guy's a little more like, uh, Clark Kent. And he's mild mannered, just like I…predicted. VG: *the look* I like how gates at least communicates with becks this time.

PW: That's just a--a character I create. It's not someone real.

I'm sure he can still write comics from prison... Left-handed Castle writer moments

Hand was before...

protecting someone obv RC: Because Paul is protecting the real killer. Paul is the writer, Lone Vengeance is the subject. That's their relationship. (to Beckett) It's you and me, all over again. But I'm Paul and you're Lone Vengeance. KB: Really, Castle? Is that how you see me? Like a sword wielding killer? (No, a crime fighting machine!) RC: Depends. Will you be scantily clad? KB: In your dreams. (probably will be tbh) JE: Not to rain on your comic book fantasy, (clipping) Esposito's shirt is so boring. Personally I would wear it but not to work. Collarless long sleeve, neutral colour

wall's obv a fake bro. remember the magician's lair? Oh wait it isn't even a secret room it's a thing of swords & that's it LV def looks like they don't need to be male rn & dun dun dun a woman & dun dun dun it's a cop

Ryan's shirt is ugly & he doesn't have a tie. Why?

KR: Can you believe it? Lone Vengeance, sword wielding killer, ends up being one of our own. JE: I don't know. Maybe she had her reasons. KR: Whoa. "Maybe she had her reasons"? What happened to" nimrod in a suit"? (after "woah nimrod? what happened to sword of justice?") JE: Well that's before I knew she was a cop. wow acab much

her being a cop is cool, she WOULD know how to clean the blood up, probably, AH: Someone killed my dad. Nothing'll ever be enough. But doing what I do makes me feel better. I respect it actually, I can see it, & the mirror with beckett is great

BECKETT You crossed the line, Ann. HASTINGS Don't pretend like we're so different. BECKETT Let's talk about Tyler Faris. HASTINGS Didn't you lose your mom? BECKETT We're not here to discuss that. HASTINGS Didn't you shoot the guy who killed her right here in this precinct? The bullet that you took, isn't that connected to her murder, too? Because that's the rumor. BECKETT I am not like you! I didn't chop a man in half! HASTINGS Neither did I.

AH: It wasn't from my suit. And the only reason I wanted it was to figure out who's behind this. she's a cop so it's cool she canvasses & learns & is friends with a crime beat fellow, I would watch a spinoff of those two. Or a mini series. I've said, castle could have used a few mini series episodes.

good ep bro but I was working or writing when castle went to turn the board over & beckett just Stopped Him like "no hun, we're not doing that rn" (or it was the ghost hunting the ring episode)

When did they grab the cousin's prints?

KB: Ann, you're a good cop. And you've got somebody who cares about you. Don't be so driven by the past that you throw away your future. Take care.

RC: Well, a murder solved and a notorious hoodlum off the streets for good. I call that a solid win. VG: I agree. All because of the hard work and dedication of this team. RC: Thank you, Captain. That means a lot. VG: Of police officers. (XD) Team of police officers, Mr. Castle. Detective, about Officer Hastings. She, uh, fled the alley when you ordered her to stop. Some reason you're not pressing any charges? KB: VG: I think that, given the number of folks wearing that costume, we can't prove that it was her in that alley. Or anywhere else, for that matter. (I thought she was very by-the-book) KB: Exactly, sir. VG: She's a promising officer. That said, it'd be bad for all of us if Lone Vengeance were to show up ever again. KB: I don't think that that will be a problem, sir.

RC: Either she just grew a heart… KB: Or she's worried about how it would look if the press found out that Lone Vengeance was one of our own.

RC: A writer and his muse, fighting crime. Just like us. *paul & ann kiss* Caskett: *awkward* (clipping)

RC: You know, even when you were a little girl, you were a serious person. I think I've just gotten used to you being sensible and mature. Even more than me sometimes. AC: Sometimes? RC: Point taken.

Emotional family moments, dad moments, advice, & so much cute stuff! love love love!

AC: I know. Especially if we move in together. RC:

I don't think I have time for another one today. Sad.

[justclever]

Meatball eyeballs

Meatball eyeballs movie#

It's an immensely entertaining film that disregards modern special effects and proves that the splatter genre is still alive and kicking. "Meatball Machine" is "Tetsuo The Iron Man" mixed up with "Alien" all done in low budget and extra ketchup mode. Though you can easily recognize the cheapness of the film, necroborgs are A-movie class. Able to transforms various parts of the body into cool weaponry such as saws, rocket launchers, blood-firing shotguns and so on and so on. Without the usage of CGI Amemiya's designs are a breathtaking fusion of flesh and metal, painfully awesome in their appearance. The necroborgs as they are called in "Meatball Machine" look stunningly detailed. Done by Keita Amemiya who's work in creating outlandish creatures and costumes for both movies and video-games is well known. The movie's main attraction besides the violence and gore (like I haven't mentioned that enough already) are the cyborg designs. It's not exactly painful for the ears but it's not exactly good either. Acting is what you would expect from a no budget splatter film. And yes it too luckily shows more violence. There is a subplot focusing on how the parasite that infected the girl came into to their lives. The plot is simple, relatively clichéd but it does it's job well enough setting the movie's course straight forward into a bloody confrontation between the two leading characters. Will he succeed? Who gives a damn, as long as there is carnage and death I'm satisfied. Boy, in turn does also transform into said thing, and goes on a quest to save his love. Girl gets infected by a parasitic alien creature that turns her into a homicidal cyborg. Boy loves girl but is too afraid to ask her on a date. "Meatball Machine" follows the well known plot. It's not something you'll end up writing books about but it's nevertheless entertaining if you dig this type of cinema. First of what is "Meatball Machine" ? A simple in noway pretentious low budget industrial splatter flick packed with great make up effects and gore. I doubt I'll ever get a chance to see the original so I'll just stick commenting on this one.

Meatball eyeballs movie#

The olives / tomato / pasta / cheese combo is a beaut Halloween or not.Directed by the duo Yudai Yamaguchi (Battlefield Baseball) and Jun'ichi Yamamoto "Meatball Machine" is apparently a remake of Yamamoto's 1999 movie with the same name. But that’s ok because, y’know, blue cheese! Serve onto plates and top with the eyeballsĪs I said it looked better last time – I used cream cheese which didn’t melt as much so there was still more of the look of the eyeball. Make a tomato sauce to taste (I used tomato puree, garlic and chilli)ĭrain the spaghetti and stir in the “bloody” sauce Meanwhile, add the tagliatelle to boiling water. Italian seasoned ground chicken meatballs in a. Pop in the oven and bake for 15-20 minutes Make this easy, tasty recipe for meatball eyeballs for your next Halloween party or to just surprise the kids. Slice some pitted olives into two and push each half into the cheese. Shove some cheese into the thumb shaped hole Make an indent in each one (your thumb is a perfect size) Place one mozzarella slice (with olive) on top of each meatball. Place one sliced black olive on top of each mozzarella slice. Slice meatballs in half so that they lay flat. Drizzle marinara sauce over cooked pasta. Meatballs (I used pre-made for convenience but of course you can make your own)Ĭheese (I used blue stilton expecting veiny eyes, but last time cream cheese kept it’s state better) Prepare Mama Mancini’s meatballs according to package directions. For the eyes, put a dab of extra sauce on each meatball. Push a mozzarella ball deep into each meatball, pressing the edges around the mozzarella. in the palm of your hand, then place a mozzarella ball in the middle and mold the meatball around it. each, and set on a foil-lined baking sheet. Roll meatball mixture into balls, about 1 T. Serve up plates of the cooked spaghetti with warm pasta sauce. Mix together all ingredients for meatballs. I messed with a tested method tonight and it didn’t work out, aesthetically, as good, but taste wise it was ace. Bake the meatballs for 15 minutes, turning once during the baking time, until they are brown and the centers are no longer pink. Notes Cook the pasta in salted water to start adding flavor to the dish straight away. Garnish with fresh parsley, if using and serve. Fill in the gaps between the meatballs with more 'eyeballs'. I first made it around 6 years ago, when we used to decorate the flat and have people round and stay up until stupid o’clock. Place the meatballs on top of the pasta, and top each meatballs with a piece of sliced bocconcini and a sliced olive to make an eyeball. This is a fun Halloween dinner if you’re staying in tonight.