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It's time to flashily vote on your favorite costume!
Didn't read every story? No stress - you can find every entry below before you vote! Please like, reblog, and support every writer who put their ENTIRE soul into each writing piece - we all had so much fun putting this together for fandom!
@swampstew - Eustass Kid - Slutty Sauron
@quinloki - Marco, Ace & Reader - Full Metal Alchemist
@zoros-sheath - Zoro, Kaku & Reader - Little Red Riding Hood
@sanjis-all-blue - Diez Drake & Reader - The Princess Bride
@leakyweep - Doflamingo & Reader & Rosinante - Twilight
@icy-spicy - Killer - The First Man
@writing-yarn-goblin - Bartolomeo & Reader - American Gothic Painting
@mew-ya- Katakuri & Reader - Frankenstein's Monster
@bulle-d-bulliver - Kin'emon & O-tsuru & Reader & Kiku as the 4 Musketeers
@quinloki - Buggy the Red Nosed Reindeer
Voting will run for 24 hours with the winner being announced Halloween Day!
#Raven announces#writer collaboration#costume contest stories#one piece fanfiction#one piece x reader#eustass kid#massacre soldier killer#donquixote doflamingo#rosinante corazon#kin'emon#okiku#diez drake#katakuri#marco the phoenix#fire fist ace#roronoa zoro#one piece kaku#bartolomeo the cannibal#buggy the clown#buggy's spooktacular special#one piece halloween#charlotte katakuri
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𝐵𝓊𝑔𝑔𝓎'𝓈 𝒮𝓅𝑜𝑜𝓀𝓉𝒶𝒸𝓊𝓁𝒶𝓇 𝒮𝓅𝑒𝒸𝒾𝒶𝓁!
This is my costume contest entry for @swampstew's costume contest event \o/
Characters: Marco, Ace, Reader
Warnings: None (implied poly relationship)
Notes: Reader is implied shorter-than-average as a gag for the characters they're dressing up as.
Word count: 696
Ace tugged at the button up collar, undoing the top button again. “I know I agreed, but I didn’t think you were going to shove me into five layers of clothes, (Y/N).” He grumbles a little as you hand him a dark blue and silver trimmed military style jacket.
“At this rate the gloves are going to be the death of you.” You reply with a smirk. “Marco’s wearing something similar, he’s not complaining.” You say as you help him get the gold braided cord around his right arm the correct way.
Marco was standing in front of a mirror in the blue and silver trimmed military uniform. He had it buttoned up correctly, the boots were shined, and the few accessories were in place as though he was actually part of the Amestris Empire. He was currently getting used to the plastic prop cigarette you’d provided him, trying to make it look natural and sort out how to keep it comfortable.
He’d gone so far as to make sure he was clean shaven for the part, combing back and trying to tame some of his hair so it was only a little spiky in the front.
“His flames don’t run hot.” Ace huffs. “And look at him, he’s preening.”
“You would be too, pretty boy, if you’d look in the mirror.” Marco says flatly, turning around and giving Ace a grin, managing to keep the cigarette where he wants it.
“You know, the Colonel often wears a long black coat in the series, if you want, I can go get it?” You offer, giving him a half-teasing, half-irritated smile.
He flinches a little, and then sighs in surrender. “Alright, alright, I’m sorry for complaining so much.” He offers up. “But why are you the main character?”
“Cause you two giants are too tall.” You assert, handing him a pair of gloves with thin red lines stitched into them. You’re wearing a black a-shirt, a thick brown belt, black pants and boots and a bright red coat with a black symbol stitched on the back. Thatch had helped you do the stitching, and it’d taken both of you a few months. It was beautiful work at least, and you were certainly going to get more use out of it than just this single contest event.
“Not that you have to be short to dress up as a short character.” You admit, checking your loose-braided blonde wig before putting it on. “But… this is my favorite character, and the two of you share a lot of physical traits with my other favorite characters, so it just worked out well. Too good to pass up.”
You finish getting your costume on and Ace nearly snorts trying not to laugh.
“What’s so funny?” You question.
He puts a hand over his mouth trying to stifle a laugh and failing miserably. “N-noth-nothing!” He manages. “It’s just- hahahaha!”
Marco turns to look and grunts, nearly snorting as he tries not to laugh too.
“Heck, is something wrong?” You question, starting to panic a little.
“No, not at all.” Marco assures you.
“You look shorter than usual!” Ace finally blurts out, losing it entirely and cackling.
Your panic morphs into irritation. You start to say something, but Marco interjects.
“Those boots are even thicker than your usual shoes.” He states in disbelief. “It’s impressive, yoi.”
“Y-you’re both wearing boots too!” You stammer, suddenly painfully aware of your lack of height for the first time in months. “You’re just standing taller than usual, th-that’s all.”
You snatch a pair of white gloves out of Ace’s hands as he hands them over, still trying to contain his amusement. You grumble under your breath a little as you put the gloves on.
“Should’ve made you dress as the younger brother,” You huff. “Stick you in a big tin can all day.”
Ace’s gloved hand slips under your chin as he leans down from behind you. The rough texture sends a jolt down your back and you aren’t sure what to do with it. Before you can think on it he whispers into your ear.
“Don’t be mad, pipsqueak, I’ll make it up to you later.”
#costume contest stories#buggy's spooktacular special#one piece halloween#portgas d ace#portgas d. ace#marco the phoenix#marco the pineapple#x reader#reader insert
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In honor of @swampstew ‘s Buggy’s Spooktacular Event, here is what happen to Barto and the reader after the winner was decided:
“And the winner is…RUDOLPH THE RED NOSED REINDEER!”
When you saw the reindeer take off its mask to show Buggy you were in shock.
But then again- it was up to the party-goers to decide who one so for now- your surprised was then switched to a laugh. Knowing that he won fair and square.
The real dark horse…or deer of the competition.
As promised- you went to the changing tents to change to your back up. Sleek black shirt and joggers with skeleton bones on top and instead of using a mask, you decided to paint a quick skull in your face. Simple, tasteful and comfortable. You had gone to Bartolomeo’s tent to help him, taking off the makeup and costume he was wearing before the change. You painted his face, helped him with his hair and now you were just two skeletons in the party.
Tasteful.
You had gone together to take pictures, booths, take a LOT of pictures of the Strawhats and, as promised, snogged the green haired giant to your heart’s content.
His fangs were pressed against you and carefully made sure that you didn’t hurt yourself.
But you didn’t care.
You were now happily drunk, kissing your significant other as you heard the other monster mashers hoot and holler at you.
In all, it was a good Halloween despite the initial discord with the costumes two weeks ago.
The day after- you were a making coffee at the Ship’s kitchen. In your long sleeved shirt and shit pajama bottoms, with cute little teddy bear slippers.
Domestic bliss.
“G’morning, My honey.”
“Good morning, ‘Meo. We got a whole 365 days to think of next year’s costume.”
You only heard him laugh as he wrapped his arms around your shoulders and pressed a kiss against the hickey he left this morning before you left the bed.
“With you? I can’t wait.”
#reader insert#one piece#x reader#buggy’s spooktacular special#costume contest stories#we lost#but that’s okay#bartolomeo the cannibal#fluff#ficlet#short and sweet
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Daily Doodle! 1/27/23
Sketch Practice of my favorite artist, Weird Al Yankovic. He's been something of an inspiration since I first picked up an accordion and my dad was like, "Hey, let me show you another person who plays accordion", and proceeded to introduce me to the wonderful world of weird al. Thanks Al for all the laughs and wholesome moments, never change.
#Daily Doodle#my art#sketch#sketch practice#weird al#weird al yankovic#accordion#al yankovic#popcorn bag#I hope I can be half the accordionist that he is one day#he is a kind soul#I've seen him in concert a couple times once while I dressed as Milo Murphy#and won a halloween costume contest when I went as Weird Al with accordion#weird the al yankovic story
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The Crown
for @drarrymicrofic 's prompt: Crown
CW: Veela!Draco
The crown was placed on Draco's head. His smile was triumphant, his lips curled back in victory. He stood above the rest, his movements regal and proud, as he surveyed the crowd below him. His robes were long and flowing, delicate, perfectly complimenting his slender form.
"This years winner of the annual costume party is Draco Malfoy!"
The gathering burst into applause, as Draco proceeded to bow, his shimmering wings flexing down beside him. Wings he was sure everyone else thought were just impressive fakes, but he knew they weren't. He could also feel a decidely treacherous pull in his belly, as he found himself becoming transfixed with the angel on stage. Really, Draco was cheating, using his allure like that to win.
He'd have to talk to him about it later, but for now, he would let him have his moment.
#drarry#drarry!#drarry fic#drarry microfic#drarry ficlet#drarry squad#fic#fanfic#microfic#veela!draco#harry potter#draco malfoy#hp short story#hp fanfic#drarry short story#hpdm#draco x harry#harry x draco#costume contest#prompt: crown#short story#creature!draco
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This town ain't big enough for the two of us
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Massachusetts Darlings! Oct 1st! 3pm! I kick off Spooky Season @copperdogbooks in Beverly, MA w/ A HAUNTED HISTORY OF INVISIBLE WOMEN: TRUE STORIES OF AMERICA'S GHOSTS! Let me tell you ghost stories! AND there's a costume contest with prizes! Costume theme: Spooky Victorian! Please share! Register here: A Haunted History of Invisible Women - Leanna Renee Hieber | Copper Dog Books
#victorian#gothic#ghosts#costume#costume contest#goth aesthetic#spooky victorian#spooky season#spooky reads#book event#book signing#paranormal#cosplay#ghost stories#womens history#women's studies#ahauntedhistoryofinvisiblewomen#haunted#haunted history#massachusetts#book talk#book tumblr
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Warden hunt on the Dunn3 SMP! :D
I finally got to play with my friends! I had a blast, and the halloween map was beautiful! Also for someone like me who has trouble moving in video games, I performed rather well!
Fuck christmas, we celebrate halloween late! ;D
Here is the VOD, please forgive the title and description, I forgot to change them. I am not a professional. XD I am but a fanartist!
#Dunn3 smp#D3SMP#Shout out to Sal for racking up all those victories!#Ethan was also a quiet MVP#Leon and Luke went full programmer gods to make the event#Caoimhinn made a good part of the GORGEOUS halloween map!#Andrew and Atlas won the costume contest with skins of the meme that got them together!#Jaek was hilarious as ever!#And Stealthhawk managed to tell his Black Adam story in the end#after like#15 tries! XD#Over all a blast! :D
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Chapter 8 - May the Odds be Ever in Your Favor
Guys, Max was never going to be her dad (that’s gonna be reserved for Christian lol). Everyone on the grid will be a brother figure, unless stated otherwise – like Fernando is leaning towards the wise grandpa rule and Lewis will be the cool dad (I have a funny story line to go with this idea). All that to say, Max and Kelly will look after her when she needs it most. I also switched the titles. On with the show, and don’t forget to comment if you want to be added to the tag list and or if it’s somehow not tagging you! Much love <3
Well, to Max’s dismay and according to google, you cannot adopt your 20 year old teammate that he had met hours earlier.. He had called Kelly early Thursday morning to whine. The more sensible part of his brain also knew that Christian wouldn’t let that happen either. And Kelly had to quickly remind him that he could still watch out for her.
Max seemed to finally agree at the thought of being one of the protective adults in her life. He knew that you had your manager, who you seemed to trust. But, that didn’t help much when you spoke of how lonely you were. He was going to make it his mission to get you to move to Monaco, where he could keep an eye on you.
“Maybe Christian could adopt her,” he muttered, staring angrily at his coffee. What that cup did to offend him, he didn’t know. But what he did know, was that he’d see you again later that night. Another festival for him to attend to. He only wished that Formula 1 went back to racing, and not putting on shows that had a strict attendance policy.
At least you would be there. There was a change in the schedule so that you could be with him, Checo, Daniel, and Yuki on whatever thing they were being put on for the night. The buzzing of his phone ended his staring contest with his cup.
It was a text from you.
Little Racer :
max, i need your help
what are you wearing tonight???
i have an idea, and I think it’s stupid but i want to do it
Big Racer :
If it’s you, I don’t think it’ll be stupid.
Probably what I always wear. Jeans and whatever Red Bull top they give me.
Little Racer :
that’s so grandpa core of you maxie
and what is this all proper grammar for texting lollll
you are not beating the allegations you millennial
Max’s brows furrowed. He was not a grandpa or a millennial. He just liked to use the normal setting on his phone with proper capitalization and end marks. He would just have to ask Charles or Lando to see if they agreed with you. They wouldn’t though…would they? Your next message had him actually dying.
Little Racer :
do you think that Christian will be mad if i come dressed like elvis?
he said i could but i don’t know…
Big Racer :
You wouldn’t dare.
Little Racer :
oh boy ladies and gents, he doesn’t know
*looks into the camera like an episode on the office*
Big Racer :
Did you seriously type all of that?
Don’t answer.
20 bucks says you won’t.
The three little dots danced on his screen as he waited for you to respond.
Little Racer :
just you wait maxie, just you wait
You didn’t text him anything after that. Max could only call Christian to understand what just happened. He picked up after three rings.
“Hello, Max.”
“Hi Christian. First off, happy birthday.”
“Thank you son. But I know you didn’t just call me to wish me a happy birthday. You could have told me that later tonight.” In the background, it sounded like a coffee machine was running. Max hoped he didn’t wake him up.
“Well, Y/n just texted me about wearing, uh.” Max didn’t want to say it out loud, because now it sounded stupid.
“An Elvis costume? Max, the kid called me last night to ask. Said she didn’t want to ruin an image for us if she showed up like that. But I told her that it would be fantastic idea. Poor kid sounded scared.”
Max let out a low hum. He didn’t like the sound of that. You were in no position to worry about such a thing. If anyone was to ruin Red Bull’s image, it would be him. He had no filter and Christian often had to tell him to reign in his thoughts.
Max spoke, “I think I’m going to see about her moving to Monaco. She mentioned she has a flat in Nice, but that’s far away from Milton Keynes, and not close enough to anyone. Christian, she has no one.”
It took a while for Christian to reply. Max could just imagine the older man running his hand along his forehead. It was hard to think of someone so young to be so alone.
“Yeah, I think that would be best for her. I’ll make sure she can afford it. Hell, it could even be a property that we buy just for her to stay in when we have breaks.”
Max listened and nodded his head along. Now it would only be to convince you to move. But suddenly, he remembered his previous conversation with you. He smacked his hand on his head.
“Is everything alright Max?” the Brit on the phone questioned.
“I just lost 20 bucks.”
You however, had no idea that this conversation was happening. All you knew was that you had the go ahead from Christian to wear your beloved Elvis costume. Would you make a fool of yourself? Maybe.
But who cares. It’s Vegas. To your chagrin, Vito had told you that there would be no walk out, but there would be dramatic paddock entrances. He still promised that you would get your song. That’s all that mattered to you.
While you waited for the night to begin, you roamed the hotel. Because you were bored, you actually did a lot.
You started off with breakfast. You were sad that they didn’t have the machines that made Texas-shaped waffles, because that was only in Texas, but the pancakes would do. And because you’re trainer would kill you for not eating well, you took it upon yourself to have a yogurt with some fruit as a side.
After letting the food settle, you went to the gym for that daily grind. It had been a while since you had been able to work out, but you needed to get back on track. You would be racing tomorrow and you needed to be at your best. You lifted some weights first, starting with the smaller ones as warm ups before you got to the bigger ones. The stretch bands were very useful as you squatted the weights.
After you were done, you hopped on the treadmill. By using the lower speeds, you were able to practice your runway walk, as if you would ever be a model. But the speeds increased and you found yourself in a full sprint by the end of the run. Five miles wasn’t bad, and you knew you could have gone farther, but you wanted to take a quick dip in the pool before getting ready.
The water was a nice cool down for your overheated skin. Running was not your first choice of exercise. You’d rather run out of money, than run in real life. It didn’t make sense, but it did. The chlorine in the water was making your hair gross, so you decided to get out so that you could take a shower.
Like the kid you were, you had your outfit laid out the night before, as if you were going on a fieldtrip.
You allowed to take your time in the shower. It wasn’t every day that you made your F1 debut. That had your bones chilled. Your Formula 1 debut. You. Putting your head under the stream, you rinsed out the hair mask that you put on. There would be no nervousness. You were born for this.
The thought of Max’s texts earlier made you giggle. You were glad that he was so welcoming. You would be much more nervous if you had met the infamous Mad Max. But this was more cat-dad Max. Kind Max.
You only hope that you won’t screw things up.
You turned on your playlist as you started to actually get ready. You ordered room service so that you didn’t have to go somewhere to eat. The food was amazing, well, as amazing as hotel food could get. You curled your hair as the remnants of your skin care routine dried. You mumbled the words to a song as you stuck a French fry in your mouth.
Once your moisturizer and various oils and toners dried, you started on your more pronounced makeup look. You knew you were going to be photographed throughout the night, and you needed to look good. Looking at the window, you noticed that the sun was setting. That meant that it was time for you to get dressed, and Vito would be there to pick you up shortly.
Your outfit consisted of a sparkly white crop top and some white pants. A red scarf topped the outfit off.
You would be arriving right behind Max and in front of Checo. You were excited to see the two men again. Moreso, you were excited to earn 20 bucks. With sunglasses on your nose, you were ready to hit the Sin City.
Vito could hardly contain his laughter when you got in the car.
You raised an eyebrow, “What?”
He shook his head as to somehow rid himself of his laughter. “Nothing kid.”
“Well Christian said I could wear it. I’ll blend right in. And besides, I’m almost immediately changing into my race suit.”
He nodded his head at your reasoning. You had pulled off crazier things before, so he didn’t know why he was surprised. Maybe it was because he thought that you might not want to in F1. But, on the inside he was happy that you weren’t losing your child-like nature. He never wanted to see that seeming innocence to leave. He knew that you weren’t totally innocent, but he never wanted to see you hurt to an extent that you quit being happy. That was his favorite thing about you. You seemed to care about what others thought of you, but you knew how to make yourself happy. And if wearing an Elvis costume to the paddock would make you happy, then he would protect your decision.
You could see the flashing lights even before you got out of the car. American paparazzi were on another level. You knew that Red Bull were one of the last ones to show up, and that freaked you out. Almost every single driver was already on the other side of gate. Your nerves settled when you saw Max get out, and you wanted to follow him. But, you realized that this was what you were waiting for.
The familiar sounds of 33 Max Verstappen (the original one) could be heard through the car doors. Max’s face morphed into one of almost disgust. You let out a giant laugh and rolled down your window before you knew what you were doing.
“Max, I love the music. Very Mad Max-esque.”
He quickly flipped you a loving middle finger as he scanned his card to be let into the paddock. Multiple Elvis impersonators gathered around him for a picture. You hadn’t noticed, however, that the moment you rolled your window down, all of the cameras and photographers were now pointed at you.
You buzzed with energy when you heard Life is a Highway start to fill the air.
On the other side of the paddock, Max had stopped to talk to Lando, Oscar, Carlos, and Charles. He also was waiting for you so that you could walk with him to the Red Bull hospitality. He glanced over to see if you were out of the car at least.
“Nice entrance mate,” Lando clapped him on the shoulder. He rolled his eyes. He’s sure that you roped Christian in to play the song.
“Well what did they play for you?”
Lando deflated and muttered, “Let’s go Lando.” Carlos and Charles, along with Max, laughed at his demise.
Charles suddenly looked over Max’s shoulder. At that moment, Carlos spoke up.
“I didn’t know Checo was a Cars fan.” The drums and guitar seemed to be turned up to the highest setting. What. An. Entrance.
Max had a glimmer in his eyes, “He’s not.”
And suddenly, there you were. In your Elvis costume. And you were loving it. You waved at all the people around you, quickly becoming a crowd favorite.
From his right, Charles hums and Lando’s jaw is dropped.
“That’s the new rookie, correct?” Suddenly, George was with them, along with Alex.
Max only chuckled. “Yep.” He popped the “p.”
Charles spoke up, “She’s nice. I met her at Arthur’s birthday party, but didn’t speak to her much.”
“You all will love her. Trust me,” Max said, eyes widened as you got crowded with the other Elvises. You smile could outshine a thousand suns.
Your eyes quickly met his and you gave him a giant wave. He beckoned you to come over. You flashed a nervous look before it melted away, replaced with bravery. If there was a time to meet some of the grid, you really hadn’t wanted to be dressed as Elvis.
Your steps were quick and you made it over in no time. Now, most drivers are tall, but look short next to George, being the giraffe that he is. However, you were another thing.
You’d definitely be taller than Yuki by a couple of inches. But you stood closer to five-foot-six (167.64 cm.), almost 5 inches shorter than Max, and four inches shorter than the rest.
You gave a shy wave as you spoke, “Hi, I’m Y/n. It’s nice to meet you.” You suddenly remembered something. You turned to Max and held out your hand.
The boys’ eyes widened as Max fished out his wallet and placed a bill in your outstretched hand.
“Pleasure doing business with you sir.” You mocked a salute.
Lando tsk-ed, “What did our Max loose a bet on?”
“He said I wouldn’t come dressed like this. Little did he know, I’ve had this in my closet for years.” Lando couldn’t help but laugh at your revelation, and neither could Carlos and Charles.
“Yeah, kid, you should have told me that Christian already gave you the go ahead.”
“And where’s the fun in that?” You had a shit-eating smirk on your face. Lando was the first one to speak up.
“How old are you? Max over here keeps calling you kid.”
“I’m twenty.”
It was an amazing recreation of that one tik-tok trend. I’m twenty, insert looks of disgust, uhg. Your heart dropped at their reactions.
It was Carlos who surprised you. He quickly patted your head, “Aw, just a baby.”
You looked at him in awestruck. You leaned over to Max and all but whispered, “Max?”
“Yes kid?” he said in full voice.
“He’s older than you right?”
“Yes.”
“Can I do the thing?” Max looked Carlos up and down before smiling.
“Go right ahead.” The smile that you had was wiped off your face. You squared your shoulders and held out your hand. Carlos took it with a confused look. You gave him a firm handshake.
“Thank you Mr. Sainz.” You swear he did a full body cringe. He was about to say something, but Christian had waved the two of you over, yelling something about time to get ready.
You flashed a smile at the small group, “It was nice meeting you!” You all but bounced away as Max calmly walked by your side.
“Did she just?” Lando looked to Carlos, who was frozen in his spot. He looked like someone had just told him that his car had blown up on the way here.
He looked at his hands. “Mr.,” he gulped, “Sainz?”
Oscar finally piped up. “Well, you are old.” Carlos looked close to a breakdown.
Charles put a hand on his shoulder as he watched you and Max walk on the ramp. Max’s face was now stone-cold, yet yours still radiated so much warmth. “Come on mate. We got to go.”
As they walked away, Carlos questioned, “I’m not old, am I?’ Charles could not, would not, should not, give him an answer.
Lando and Oscar just looked at each other and then back at the disappearing duos. Laughter filled the air as they also began to walk to their respective hospitalities.
As you and Max got closer to the garage, you got a little quieter.
“I don’t think they liked me very much. I knew the costume would be a bad idea.” The look of dejection was all over your face. Max looked over at you and huffed.
“Kid, they just don’t know you yet. They’re also stressed about this race. No driver liked to drive on a track that was built in a month.”
“You’re right.”
“Kid, I’m always right.” You hit his shoulder.
Christian was quick to get you, Checo, and Max all together for a couple of pictures. Since it was Christian’s birthday, there was cake and everything for a small celebration. After, the three of you were told to get into the racing suits for the opening celebration.
You were with Mitch while you did so.
“You’re telling me. That Kurt Cobain is going to perform. And I’m going to miss it! With John Legend!” Your eyes were wide as you zipped the suit up.
“For the last time kid, you can meet them after.” You pouted as you tied your shoes.
“Fine. But let me say, this is very Hunger Games of them. So Americanesque.” Mitch just let you talk.
After you were ready, minus the helmet and all that, Mitch led you to the glass box. You turned to look at her.
“Promise me that you’re not going to be dragged away to your death. This is so Katniss Everdeen coded and I cannot lose you like she lost Cinna.” Mitch was going to tell you off for worrying too much, but she could see through your eyes that you were trying to actually tell her that you were scared of the whole thing. No wonder you were rambling, you were just nervous.
Mitch brought you into a hug and squeezed. You practically melted as you squeezed her back. Over your shoulder, Max was looking at the whole ordeal. He’ll give you a hug right before they went up. He knew how scary this world was.
Mitch was given the signal that everything was about to start. You climbed into the box and some official closed the door.
Mitch looked up at you, “May the odds be ever in your favor.” Your jaw dropped in appall as you were slowly being lifted. So she did know the movie!
Max put a comforting hand on your shoulder as your face was suddenly hit with a breeze. All around you, people were cheering and lights were flashing. You suddenly wished you had brought your sunglasses with you.
Max scoffed as he raised his hand to wave.
“What’s wrong?”
“This isn’t racing. We’re standing here, being observed, like a bunch of clowns.”
“At least this won’t last long. We’ll be in the car soon Max.” You were right. If it meant anything, he would be back in the car soon, in his element.
A beep let you three know that the machine would be going down in the next few moments. When the machine jolted down, you quickly stood up straight, hand behind your back, and put three fingers to your mouth. Your lips kissed your fingertips before you held the three fingers up.
It was still loud as you did it, but the crowd died down as they watched you and mirrored your display. You watched in awe at the raised hands.
The three of you lost sight of the crowds as the box was now back where it started. Max looked at you in bewilderment.
“What was that?”
You let out a large gasp. “You’ve never seen the Hunger Games?” You must have been loud because someone else gasped as well. Looking over, you were met with the sight of blond hair and striking blue eyes.
“Max, you’ve never seen the Hunger Games?” Logan stomped over.
“Dude I know. So not girl boss of him.” Max looked at the two of you in confusion. Girl? Boss?
You and Logan were quickly swept into a conversation about American tendencies while Max just stood in between the both of you, looking like he’s in the middle of a midlife crisis. You and Logan were only pulled away when you needed to get into the car for free practice.
As you left, you turned around and faced Logan, giving him a look of faux sympathy. “May the odds be ever in your favor.”
“At least you didn’t volunteer,” Logan laughed as he turned away.
Max was still in the middle of his midlife crisis when Christian came to tell everyone that it was time to head to the garage.
You felt your heart rate picking up as you got closer to the garage. You took a deep breath and exhaled.
It was show time.
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𝓢𝓾𝓹𝓮𝓻 𝓢𝓮𝓬𝓻𝓮𝓽 𝓗𝓪𝓵𝓵𝓸𝔀𝓮𝓮𝓷 𝓟𝓻𝓸𝓳𝓮𝓬𝓽 ~ 𝓤𝓷𝓿𝓮𝓲𝓵𝓮𝓭
October is for ghouls and treats! I am excited to announce this collaboration with my amazing friends who have graciously volunteered to help me bring some seasonal fun to the fandom. Let's have a costume contest but make it One Piece!
𝐵𝓊𝑔𝑔𝓎'𝓈 𝒮𝓅𝑜𝑜𝓀𝓉𝒶𝒸𝓊𝓁𝒶𝓇 𝒮𝓅𝑒𝒸𝒾𝒶𝓁
Our favorite blorbos are being put in situations - this one being signed up for a costume contest. Every Sunday in October, 2 blogs will post their costume contest story submissions for fandom to enjoy. Dates are: October 1st, 8th, 15th, 22nd, and 29th. All stories will be linked back to this announcement for easy reference.
On October 29 - after the last story posts, a voting poll will be posted for fandom to vote on their favorite character's costume to "Win" the contest. The poll will run for 24 hours ONLY. Don't worry, we'll add everyone's story links to the poll too if you need a refresher before you vote!
On October 31st, the winner will be announced along with a special treat! Won't spoil what it is so you'll have to vote and see👀
Your authors:
@swampstew @quinloki @zoros-sheath @icy-spicy @writing-yarn-goblin @mew-ya @bulle-d-bulliver @sanjis-all-blue @leakyweep
Note: this collaboration was pre-planned and organized. We are not accepting requests for costumes or character suggestions. Do not harass the writers. Love your writers. Support your writers. Reblog writers' stories.
Costume Entries:
October 1: Swampstew - Eustass Kid - Slutty Sauron | Quinloki - Marco, Ace & Reader - Full Metal Alchemist
October 8: Zoros-Sheath - Zoro, Kaku & Reader - Little Red Riding Hood | Sanjis-All-Blue - Diez Drake & Reader - The Princess Bride
October 15: LeakyWeep - Doflamingo & Reader & Rosinante - Twilight | Icy-Spicy - Killer - The First Man
October 22: Writing-Yarn-Goblin - Bartolomeo & Reader - American Gothic Painting | Mew-ya - Katakuri & Reader - Frankenstein's Monster
October 29: Bulle-D-Bulliver - Kin'emon & O-tsuru & Reader & Kiku as the 4 Musketeers | Quinloki - Buggy the Red Nosed Reindeer
VOTING IS NOW LIVE
The Winner
#Raven announces#writer collaboration#costume contest stories#one piece fanfiction#one piece x reader#eustass kid#massacre soldier killer#donquixote doflamingo#rosinante corazon#kin'emon#okiku#diez drake#katakuri#marco the phoenix#fire fist ace#roronoa zoro#one piece kaku#bartolomeo the cannibal#buggy the clown#and more#buggy's spooktacular special#one piece halloween
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𝐵𝓊𝑔𝑔𝓎'𝓈 𝒮𝓅𝑜𝑜𝓀𝓉𝒶𝒸𝓊𝓁𝒶𝓇 𝒮𝓅𝑒𝒸𝒾𝒶𝓁!
This is my second costume contest entry for @swampstew's costume contest event \o/
Characters: Buggy the Clown
Warnings: None
Notes: This is Buggy's event?!? What's he doing trying to JOIN it??
Word count: 689
“Are you sure?” Buggy asks, disappearing into the costume you’re holding open for him. It’s one of those horse style costumes meant for two people. Not that this one looks like a horse.
“I’m positive.” You insist. “You wanted to enter the contest, you thief, and so you have to do it undercover.”
“There’s nothing in the rules that says I can’t participate.” He insists, moving around inside the costume with your help.
“Rules you wrote.” You point out. “No, not that way, put your left foot there, left hand here.”
“Why would I-?”
“Because you lift left and left and then right and right and it’ll look more natural for the costume.” You explain. “You’re holding up more parts by yourself than you’re used to with this, so don’t make it harder.”
“Hmph.” He grumbles, but does as you say. “What is this a costume of again? You said it was flashy.”
“It’s a mythological creature from one of the best stories of the winter season.” You answer, dodging the actual name of character on purpose.
“This is an Autumn event!” He nearly screeches.
“Ah stuff it, it’s an autumn event, but this is a flashy costume, and it suits you perfectly.” You insist, affixing a little reindeer tail to the backside of the costume. “Besides, you sprung this on me a little last minute, buster, you’re lucky I could pull anything together in the first place.”
You grumble the words from behind a row of pins in your mouth. Buggy looks over at you as you’re affixing the last few details into place. He smiles, even though you miss it, forever grateful that you put up with him so much. Putting the head piece on he settles into the costume a little better, but after a few minutes realizes there’s a small issues.
“(Y/N).”
“Yeah, Bugs?” You say to let him know you heard him.
“It’s really stuffy in here.”
“… Hard to breathe?”
“A bit.” He says. You smile, he’s trying to not make your job harder, and you appreciate that, but you’d not only hoped for this outcome, you’d bet on it.
“Lemme pop the nose off the head piece and you can put yours in its place.” You say, moving around to the front of the costume, taking the head piece as he hands it over. A seam ripper and a tug removes the little plastic black nose, and lets you quick stitch the fabric down before handing it back. “There.”
“… It’s not going to ruin the costume?” He questions. You look up at him and see he’s legitimately concerned. Poor guy, always so self-conscious of his nose.
“Not at all, Bugs. Gonna make it more accurate, honestly.” You say reassuringly. “This mythological creature very naturally, just like you, had a red nose.” You’d long since learned a way to mention his nose and its attributes without throwing him into a frenzy. Your voice took on a specific, almost professor-style tone, and it seemed to flip a switch in Buggy’s brain that assured him you were just stating a fact, and not picking on him.
“He’d been unfairly teased for his nose too, but managed to win over those around him and save the winter festival of the time.” You finish your explanation and give Buggy a smile. “Kind of like you and how you’ve won over your crew so much.”
Buggy’s eyes start to water, and you put your hands up. “Don’t cry! I don’t have time to clean tear stains out of the fur! You’ve got to be out on stage in twenty minutes at the most, keep it together for me, okay?”
Buggy sniffles hard, looking up for a moment and taking some deep breaths as he nods a little. You give him a couple minutes and he gives you a small “thanks” as you go back to working on the costume. You don’t have much time, but you’re going to make the best Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer that you can.
And as luck would have it, you didn’t have to go about finding a red nose for the costume.
#costume contest stories#buggy's spooktacular special#one piece halloween#x reader#reader insert#buggy the clown#buggy one piece
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During the Draw Your Bow In This White World event, the Stage SEKAI Virtual Singers spend their time creating some costumes for an upcoming live. KAITO's What Style Would Be Good? untrained 4* card shows one of his designs that seems to take some influences from his SEKAI costume and KAITO's original costume, such as the jacket and scarf.
Additionally, in the card story it's stated that the costume he picked out to alter has a skirt, though he might just be altering it for one of the girls to use.
Street SEKAI KAITO is more explicitly gender non-conforming, as he volunteers to be a makeup model for a contest between the Street SEKAI Virtual Singers in Luka's Photo Contest in the SEKAI! 2* card story.
#i was encouraged to post dress kaito for his birthday. do whatever you want this him#project sekai#kaito
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✧ Gwen Stacy GF HC’s ✧
➟ Gwen Stacy / GN!Reader 🕸️🤍
➟ SFW ( she’s 16 you sick fucks )
➟ TW : Depression mentions & Injuries/Blood ( It’s fairly fluffy <3 )
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— At first, Gwen didn’t think that she had a crush on you. She denied it up and down even though it was abundantly obvious y’all had chemistry.
— She was Spider-Woman! She didn’t have time for relationships and all the unnecessary parts of life.
— It was frustrated Gwen to hell and back just trying to ignore her feelings. She would avoid you at school, take extra long patrols, anything to get you off her mind.
— Until you started noticing how she had been avoiding you. I don’t think Gwen is the best at processing her emotions and when you confront her about it she sort of breaks down in a way. She apologizes for ignoring you then quickly decides to just give up the ghost and confess.
— Poor Gwen is standing there, smiling awkwardly at you and convincing herself you are absolutely going to reject her. Until you don’t and then she nearly has a heart attack on the spot.
— Gwen definitely gets better at being a girlfriend as time progresses. She always leaves little notes for you, texts you whenever she can, and bring you your favorite snacks. Gwen’s love language is definitely Acts of Service and Quality Time.
— You’re craving ice cream at 12 o’clock at night? Good because she is to and she’s already out the door to the nearest gas station.
— However, one thorn in the relationship is the fact that she’s Spider-Woman. It gets harder to make excuses for why she’s covered in bruises and limping all the time. Maybe she should tell you? But what if you leave her or worse hate her for keeping such a big secret !? Gwen is definitely overthinking everything.
— Her secret is revealed one day when you unexpectedly come over to her apartment one day just as she’s crawling into the window in costume. Y’all have a little staring contest before she has to take off the mask because why the hell would Spider-Woman be crawling in your girlfriend’s window at 10 O’clock at night?
— Gwen definitely cries. Apologizing profusely and begging you not to tell her dad about any of this. Instead, you just hug her and she realizes that you aren’t mad at her. She answers any questions you have though is somewhat hesitant since she doesn’t want you getting dragged into any of it. Her first priority is making sure you are safe and no one finds out you’re Spider-Woman’s S/O.
— She takes you to your place of choice as an apology just to be extra EXTRA sure you aren’t mad at her.
— You patch up Gwen’s wounds all the time. Few words are spoke once the med kit comes out and she is grateful to have someone who is willing to deal with her crimefighting BS. Being a superhero can be super depressing and you are always there to be a shoulder for her to lean on.
— On a slightly more happy note, Gwen would love to teach you how to play the drums! It’s pretty adorable to see her get so excited about something she’s passionate about.
— Gwen always tries to get you something for your birthday. She’ll save up months in advance so she can get the perfect gift and take mental notes of what you like. She tried to make a cake one year .. that didn’t turn out well so she just bought one instead.
— She’ll let you borrow her clothes if you want and won’t say anything if it never appears in her closet again.
— I do think her dad would be supportive of the relationship. It’s a little awkward the first time y’all have dinner together, but George Stacy is fairly chill once you get to know him. This man makes shitty dad jokes though and tells embarrassing childhood stories about Gwen to you.
— SO many pictures of you. Not even just on her phone but also hung up around her room. It’s kind of cute how flustered she gets when you point out her phone wallpaper of y’all.
— Late night talks on rooftops. Gwen finds being outside relaxing and she’ll make a whole set up so you two can stargaze.
— Called you “ Babygirl “ as a joke once now it’s a running gag.
— She finds cursed images / 3 AM humor to be the absolute peak of comedy and sends the dumbest shit to you.
— She wanted to show off her webs to you once then proceeded to accidentally get your foot stuck to a wall and THEN got herself stuck trying to help.
— Movies dates are common and she’ll purposely pick out the worst ones so she can give commentary. Twilight was an absolute rollercoaster for her.
— Builds a cute little house in Minecraft for y’all to live in please just ignore the fact it has no roof and the floors are made of dirt.
— And the best girlfriend of the year award goes to Gwen Stacy :)
#Gwen Stacy#across the spiderverse#gwen stacy x reader#I love her your honor#spiderman atsv#astv x reader#it’s 2 am when i am writing this#i haven’t written anything in a while
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We Fell In Love In October
This is late late, I have been working on it for so long but I have been busy. It is a fall/halloween story, sooo Happy Halloween!!
Larissa Weems x f!TeacherReader
Warnings: Mention of blood, fake weapon
Autumn held a special place in your heart. This time of year wasn't too chilly or overly warm, and you lived for fall fashion. Halloween, in your opinion, was the supreme holiday, and you'd fight anyone who said otherwise. You weren't particularly keen on horror or gruesome themes, as you were a bit of a pussy, but the mystery and dark undertones were totally your thing.
Donning your trusty combat boots and a burgundy sweater dress, you set out for the quad. The leaves descended gracefully from the trees, adorning both the ground and the sky with their vibrant hues of red, orange, and yellow. Lately, your thoughts have been preoccupied with Halloween costume ideas, an opportunity to indulge in your need to dress up, to temporarily adapt a different persona. You thought it was always interesting to not be yourself, or be a different version of yourself, even if it was just for a day. As you made your way down the path to the decorated school, you allowed the soothing sound of gravel and rustling leaves underfoot to envelop your senses. This morning the students were having in a pumpkin carving contest, and you had a brilliant idea in mind for your class's entry.
"Chemistry!" you exclaimed, presenting your pumpkin idea to your class. Your students returned raised eyebrows and cheers, but it was fitting, you thought, considering you were the chemistry and potions teacher.
As the time for judging arrived, each class eagerly presented their carved pumpkins to the panel of judges, which comprised the school's secretary, the student council president, and Principal Weems. Your students had crafted their pumpkin to resemble a gory scene, complete with brain-like patterns painted on its top. It was an impressive sight, but there was a secret added touch.
When it was your class's turn to showcase their pumpkin, Wednesday and Enid took the lead. Wednesday had attached a small container filled with yeast and water, the vital catalyst, to the top interior of the pumpkin. All eyes in the quad were fixated on her as she raised a carving knife and plunged it downward, piercing the pumpkin's 'brain'. In one swift motion, the knife was withdrawn, taking with it the pumpkin's brain matter. Thick, crimson fluid followed, erupting from the pumpkin's top like a gory volcanic display. The audience's reactions ranged from collective "ew" and "gross" exclamations to screams, but you took note that Principal Weems, in stark contrast to some others, appeared unfazed. Your heart raced with excitement when you noticed a hint of a smirk on Wednesday's face. The audacious display, which was not well-received by others, brought her a sliver of joy, which in turn made your day successful.
Enid then cleared her throat and proceeded to explain the concept behind the pumpkin's gruesome spectacle.
"We employed a simple experiment of 30% hydrogen peroxide, dish soap, and red food coloring. When Wednesday stabbed Mr. Gourd of Gore here, she introduced yeast into the mixture as a catalyst, which triggered the rapid and bloody reaction." Enid then went on about the scientific principles at play, and you reveled in the amused expressions of your students. While you loved artistic and engaging activities with your students, you believed that there were valuable lessons to be learned in every aspect of life.
The principal approached the lectern with her signature smile, and you felt butterflies invade your stomach as she spoke.
"This event has been an absolute delight, brimming with fantastic ideas! I want to thank everyone who took part." You watched in awe as her gaze wandered through the audience, ultimately landing on you. She sent a sly grin your way as she subtly fluttered her lashes, before lowering her head to open the piece of paper she was holding.
"The victor of this competition is none other than 'The Gourd of Gore!'" Your students erupted in cheers and applause, and Enid enthusiastically drug Wednesday up to the lectern to receive their prize.
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By day's end, you found yourself utterly drained. Your students had been unusually rowdy, likely due to the multiple anticipated fall-themed activities the principal had organized. The events that she was so enthused about included the harvest festival, a trip to a corn maze and pumpkin picking, and costume day. It hadn't escaped you, however, that Principal Weems had become noticeably less enthusiastic about these activities since the harvest festival.
As you descended the stairs toward the main entrance, your hand reached for the door handle. Just then, a familiar voice cut through the air, though it was far from pleasant. This was not the velvety tone or accent that pleased your ears, no. Instead, it was a voice of judgment, a gravely voice. You heard the words, a sentence that made your teeth clench in anger as you quickly travelled towards it.
"Boys, look at this lesbian."
Wide eyed you turned the corner and immediately spotted the source, Kyle, laughing with his friends. You glanced around to see who the target of his ridicule was, and your eyebrows knit in disbelief when you found her. She was stopped in her tracks, blinking, silent, inhibited. You, too, froze, trying to comprehend the situation until your anger took over.
"Slenderman, she's woman Slenderman!" Kyle hollered, pointing at her as he hunched over in hysterics. Principal Weems still stood, her mouth agape and her eyes wide, rendered silent. You watched the gears turning in her mind, knowing she should address the situation, but reluctant to respond to such insult, such an audacious comment from a man, a boy.
"Kyle!" you seethed, striding purposefully toward him, your fists clenched. Kyle turned to face you, his eyes widening. "You will never judge someone for things beyond their control, you will never judge a woman, full stop," you said, your anger evident.
"You will never understand what it's like to walk in someone else's shoes. Apologize to Principal Weems this instant."
Ironically, it seemed that Kyle was more frightened of you than he was of Principal Weems, as he would never dare say such derogatory remarks to you, or so you thought.
Kyle's smug expression transformed into a sly smile as he turned toward the principal. She had ventured closer now, and she met his gaze with her lips pursed.
"I want to hear it from her," he said, narrowing his eyes at her. He then pointed directly at you, "Or does a teacher need to stand up for the principal, huh? You're even more bitchy than her" he chuckled, smiling at you menacingly.
"Detention tomorrow at 4, Mr. Dunn." The principal spoke with force, her tone abrupt enough to make you flinch. She straightened to her full height as she stared down at Kyle with the heat of the sun. Leaning closer to him, she lightly pressed her finger to his chest. She spoke quietly, yet you could hear how the words hissed through her teeth.
"If you fail to attend, this 'lesbian Slenderman' will see to it that you are expelled."
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You were not particularly hard on your students, but you weren't easy on them either. You had standards, you hated laziness, and you had no patience for any foolish behavior. Of course you were human too, you understood where the line was between slacking and being inhibited, between acting out and having fun. Larissa admired your character, you knew what you wanted and you weren't scared to voice it. Occasionally, she heard students whisper about how you were 'worse' than her, but she honestly got a kick out of it.
Lunch today was provided by the Weathervane, courtesy of Marilyn, who settled down with you at your desk.
"Okay, I got three different sandwich's, so you can pick. I also got a hot chocolate, a matcha latte, and a chai tea!"
Marilyn went on to talk about the planned events, pulling both chuckles and eye rolls from you. She was delightful to talk to, but there was a point, the red head just had so much energy. The principal walked through your door suddenly and slowly made her way to your desk. Your head snapped to her as soon as you heard her enter and you offered her the biggest smile, joy filling your body and pouring out of the seams. Marilyn turned around to find the principal when she noticed your change in demeanour.
"Oh! Hi Principal Weems" she chirped.
"Marilyn, Y/N" the principal greeted smoothly. Marilyn faced you once again, her observation catching you off guard. "You know y/n, you're a lot like Wednesday" she commented.
Your smile faded as you looked at her, "What?"
It wasn't exactly an insult, per se, but you had no clue where she was going with this.
"Well, you're usually pretty neutral, and you don't smile much or seem to express much enjoyment." You cut Marilyn off with a glare, unsure of what she was implying. "But, whenever you see something or someone that you really like, you light up!" Marilyn finished with a smile.
You blinked in surprise, not realizing you had such a noticeable reaction. You glanced at the principal, who was giving you a knowing smirk. Oh this was embarrassing, you didn't mean to do that, you didn't mean to be so obvious. Sure, when you looked at Larissa you got butterflies, you felt warm and fuzzy, and your lips involuntarily stretched into a smile so big that your eyes almost shut, but did you not smile otherwise? Were you really that unapproachable?
When you said nothing, the principal spoke up.
"I wanted to compliment you on your pumpkin idea from the other day, y/n."
Marilyn had finished eating and decided to excuse herself as she bid you both goodbye. Once she left, the tall woman took her seat. She agreed with Marilyn, you were a bit like Wednesday. She had taken notice of a change in your demeanour, from watching your reserved nature when around your students or others, to when you were around her. She found it incredibly endearing and cute, how she seemed to make you happy with her presence alone.
The principal batted her lashes at you, "I thought your classes pumpkin was quite intelligent. It was well executed, if you know what I mean."
You giggled, "Thank you Larissa, I knew the students would like it."
Larissa smirked as she looked you up and down, her voice dropping an octave, "I was quite impressed."
A blush so deep formed on your cheeks that Larissa had to hold back a laugh. Attempting to avert her gaze, you noticed that Marilyn had left the third drink on your desk. You pushed it towards the woman, "Hot chocolate?"
Larissa accepted gladly, wondering if you knew of her love for hot chocolate. "Would you like to join me for a drink tonight? My office, 7pm?" Larissa watched you with hopeful eyes as she forced the question out of her mouth.
You were surprised, allowing your face to contort into one of confusion before you realized that you had.
"Oh, of- of course!" you stammered.
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Nervously, you entered the Principal's office and sat down at her instruction. She smiled down at you as she neared the couch and offered you a glass of red. You two chatted about autumn and the Nevermore family for a while, but you couldn't help but notice Larissa shivering slightly. You realized that she had a blanket on her lap, and there was no fire lit as usual.
"Larissa are you cold? Why don't I light a fire for you?"
Larissa sighed and glanced at the fireplace, gesturing with her hand in dismissal. "I just haven't had the chance to get more wood. I'll be fine."
You smirked at her, "Nonsense, I got you." Standing up, you walked over to the fireplace and knelt down in front of it. Placing your hand on the cold stone floor, a warm fire appeared right before you. You returned to the couch, and Larissa blinked at you in amazement, a smile gracing her lips. You chuckled at the woman as you sent her a wink, "I'm magic."
"Thank you for standing up for me the other day."
Larissa spoke quietly as she looked into the crackling fire, breaking the silence. "I wasn't myself, I was caught up in my head, and when Kyle insulted me I- I just didn't know what to say because, well, he's right."
You set your eyes on golden hair and pale skin illuminated with an orange glow. You furrowed your brows at her, he was right?
"What? Kyle? He's not right. He's rude, judgemental, he doesn't care about anyone."
Larissa nodded her head in agreement as she hummed, "Yes, he definitely needs something, discipline of some sort." She looked over to you, her gaze boring into your own, and you suddenly understood what she meant. You took her hand in yours and leaned closer to the woman, "What was he right about, Larissa?"
The principal didn't pull way, but you cold tell by her body language that she was bracing herself for rejection.
"I am a lesbian, and I am as tall as slenderman" she chuckled, swallowing the lump in her throat. You let out a scoff that was followed by a laugh, and you gripped her hand tighter in reassurance. You smiled at her, "Well, if that's the case, you're the most beautiful lesbian slenderman that I've ever seen."
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You were overly excited to visit the corn maze and pumpkin patch. You loved picking out pumpkins and gourds, white ones, black ones, painting them and decorating with them. You took in the crisp autumn day as the chatter of the students was heard in the background, it brought you peace.
As you helped organize the students at the start of the corn maze and settled yourself at the back of the group, Larissa made her way to your side. The woman in charge of the corn maze then asked for the students' attention. "Alright then, the pumpkin patch will be found at the end of the corn maze, enjoy!"
Just as the students began their journey through the maze, she added a "Oh I forgot to mention, there's a bit of mud in the maze, so hopefully you're all wearing boots!"
You immediately turned your attention to Larissa. You were dressed in cozy fall attire and your boots, but you knew that she was, in fact, not. Larissa, in her infinite wisdom, had chosen fashion over function by wearing high heels. A light blush graced her cheeks as she realized why you were looking at her. "Maybe I'll stay behind," she casually suggested. You knew how much Larissa had been looking forward to this event, listening to her talk about wanting to pick pumpkins from the patch. You were about to agree with her, offering to select pumpkins on her behalf, but a better idea popped into your mind.
"Well, let's see how muddy it is. Maybe you can get around it!" you said with a playful grin.
After a few turns of the maze, you realized that Larissa wouldn't simply be able to 'get around it.' "Shit," you muttered as you gazed at the muddy path ahead. Larissa sighed, "Well, I tried." Your eyes sparkled as you looked up at the woman, and you couldn't resist the chance to be her knight in shining armor, or whatever version of that you were.
"Principal Weems," you declared, playfully bowing to her, "It's clear you missed the memo about fall footwear, but fear not, for I shall carry you over the mud."
Larissa raised an eyebrow, her expression one of surprise and delight. "What?" she asked, shaking her head.
"I will carry you, if you wish," you replied, offering her your hand. Reluctantly, she looked between you, her heels, and the mud, before finally placing her hand in yours. You carefully lifted her into your arms bridal style, reveling in the delighted giggle she let out as you scooped her legs off the ground.
With each step through the mud, you tried to watch your footing, but your focus remained on her. She was so close to you, clinging to you tightly as you did her. A huge smile lit up her face as she took in the scenery, and your heart swelled at the thought of her enjoying herself with you.
As you carried Larissa through the maze, she pointed out various things to make the experience fun. The maze was not particularly long, so you arrived at the pumpkin patch before you knew it. As you gently set Larissa back on her feet, you realized that you hadn't noticed when the mud ended, and you had carried her the entire way. Maybe she hadn't seen the end of the mud either, or maybe she simply didn't want to mention it.
The pumpkin patch spread out before your eyes, an array of different shapes, sizes, and shades of orange, white, and dark green. You picked your way through the field, choosing a white pumpkin and two different-sized orange ones. You watched the principal as she carefully padded up the rows of pumpkins. You wanted to laugh, her hands clasped in front of her, posture straight as a board. She was observing the scenery before her, and so were you. Your attention was diverted to the students, who ran around in a competitive game to find the perfect pumpkin. You watched them for a while, reminiscing about the carefree days of your youth when you, too, could play and have fun.
Your gaze returned to Larissa, who was a few rows away from you, getting help with cutting a large white pumpkin from its vine. Despite getting lost in the fall endeavour, you remembered that you were, in fact, a teacher.
"Be careful please, I don't want anyone tripping over vines and getting hurt!"At the sound of your voice, the principal looked up at the students. They were still playing the game and having fun, but they were noticeably being careful. She then shifted her gaze in your direction and silently mouthed a thank-you, winking at you.
Exiting the maze was more challenging than entering it. You opted for a different route, hoping for less mud, but you soon discovered that it was no better. You and Principal Weems had been keeping up with the students until you noticed that she was no longer by your side. You halted when you felt the absence of her presence and looked down at the ground. It seemed you were standing in a sea of mud, and it extended as far as you could see.
"Crap," you muttered under your breath. You turned and walked back to Larissa, who was chucking at you profusely.
"What's wrong? Am I heavier than you had anticipated?" Your cheeks reddened as you looked up at the woman, she was actually lighter than you had expected, or perhaps you were just stronger.
"Of course not. I would carry you any day, my lady."
Making your way through the maze with Larissa in your arms was tough. You both got caught in a dead end a couple of times, Larissa's laugh when you did enlightening your heart immensely. You placed her down when there was no mud, as she insisted, but when the mud returned, you scooped her back up. Eventually you caught sight of the end of the mud and realized that the maze would soon be ending. You held in a laugh as you purposely took a wrong turn and ended up at a dead end again.
"Oh frig me and my horrible sense of direction" you said, smirking at the woman in your arms. Larissa let out a loud laugh and made your breath hitch as she pressed her cheek to yours, hugging you close. She knew what you were doing, and she thought you were adorable.
"You're a joy to be around, darling."
🎃
After the schools rendezvous, you ventured to the Weathervane. Standing in line, you were trying, and failing, to decide on a drink. Your attention was rather focused on something else, like a tall blonde standing a few people ahead of you. So lost in your thoughts, you didn't notice when a student made his way to your side.
"Principal Weems and the mayor huh? Bet they're banging."
Kyle said it so nonchalantly that it took your brain a minute to register, it was so unhinged and random. You turned to him wide eyed, ready to knock him out, but as you shifted your gaze, he was beelining to the exit of the Weathervane. You stood with your mouth open in shock, unable to formulate a response or punishment for that statement. Leaning to the side, you glanced ahead and realized that Larissa was indeed in line with the mayor.
Larissa and the mayor, Larissa and the mayor. They worked together, they had a cooperation, but it wasn't like that, was it?
The more you thought about it, the more you rejected that theory. But the more you thought about it, the more bothered you got. You couldn't shake the growing jealousy.
Visions of them together invaded your thoughts, an ethereal frame against, well, a man. Large hands on soft thighs, plump red lips on rough ones, delicate pale skin against hairy skin, the sounds she would create, sounds you wanted to hear, sounds of - "No!"
You shook your head frustratedly, forgetting yourself. This kid made you angry, Larissa made you irrational, the thought of her with someone else made you insane. Up ahead, you noticed Larissa had directed her attention toward you and offered a warm smile, her eyes crinkling at the corners as she waved. It was as if she knew you were thinking about her, although you hoped she didn't. You were far too flustered to even smile back, and you didn't have a clue of what to do about Kyle. So, you made the quick decision to take your leave, before you did or said something stupid.
🎃
Since Halloween was on a Saturday, Friday was costume day. You had thought hard about what or who you wanted to dress up as, and you finally settled on an idea. A rather clever idea, as you thought she would get a kick out of it. You handed treats to your students and complimented them on their costumes. Some students didn't dress up, and some dressed up just to spite others.
"Are you supposed to be Principal Weems?" Wednesday asked, looming over your table in the quad. You swallowed your lunch, nodding at the girl. "Uh yes, kind of" you chuckled. Wednesday looked you up and down, nodding in approval. "I like it" she said before walking away.
At days end you made your way through the halls. You were disappointed about your lack of Halloween plans, especially since your favorite holiday was on a Saturday. You were also extremely disappointed that you hadn't seen Principal Weems today, perhaps she was busy.
Taking the longer way to your quarters, you stopped as you approached the hallway which held the principals office. Your feet had involuntarily brought you this way, and now that you were here, they would walk you right past her door. As you entered the hallway, Kyle popped out of nowhere and scared the absolute crap out of you.
"Hi Ms" he said, standing directly in front of you as he gazed around frantically. Your face scrunched as you looked down at him in question, he was definitely up to something.
"Kyle, what are you doing?" Kyle turned to look at the large doors behind him before he turned his attention to you.
"I'm just uh, supervising the hallway. It's nice outside, go enjoy the day" he said, desperately trying to usher you away. "What do you mean supervising? Why are-" You were cut off by a horrified scream, a scream that sounded like it came from her office. Your head swivelled to the doors before your gaze locked on Kyle.
"What did you do!?" you growled at him. He shook his head and shrugged his shoulders, "I didn't do anything!"
You scoffed and made your way frantically to the doors, but you were stopped by Kyle grabbing your hand and putting himself in your path. "Don’t go in there! Principal Weems said that she doesn't want to be bothered."
You shook your hand lose from his grip and stared down at him menacingly.
"Get out of here now, or you will be in so much trouble so help me god" you spat. You stepped around him without question and entered the principal's office, almost slamming the door behind you. You scanned the office quickly and found nothing out of the ordinary, except for a box on the desk. Walking towards it, sounds of sniffles and whimpers became louder until you found the principal. You hurried around the desk and almost fell to your knees at the sight of the woman sitting on the floor in tears. She covered her face with one hand, and held a photo in the other. Before you could ask her what was wrong, your eyes landed on the photo. Dark ink printed a picture of you, lying on the floor covered in blood. Confused, you scrambled to your feet and peered into the box on her desk.
Inside was a pint of blood labelled with your name and a letter on top.
Dear Principal Weems,
I believe I have taken the life of one of your staff. My deepest apologies, but my thirst does not discriminate.
Happy Halloween,
your favourite Vampire
"What the hell" you whispered, staring down at the note. Just then, it all fell into place. Kyle must have figured out that you had a thing for the principal, as he has seen you two together recently, and he has been super annoying about it. It was sly for him to use Larissa's care for you against her, and it was believable, after all he was a vampire. But why would he do this to her? It was an unnecessary, lousy prank.
You settled down on the floor next to the woman and took her hand in yours, throwing the photo to the side.
"Larissa" you whispered, stroking her arm. She let out a sob as she ignored you, it was like she didn't realize anyone had entered her office.
"Larissa I'm not dead" you said a little louder. You reached up to pull her other hand away from her face and she flinched at the contact. Her head spun to meet you in a panic, wide eyed she let out a gasp.
"D-darling! You’re here?!" she questioned, bringing her hand to cup your face to make sure that you were real. You placed your hand on top of hers as you giggled, "Yes Rissa, I'm not a ghost."
The principal closed her eyes and focused on her breathing as you watched her. She was extremely frazzled, not that one wouldn't be if they had found out one of your staff members (and hopefully friend) was murdered.
"Come, lets move to the couch" you offered as you stood and helped her do the same.
You sat close to the woman and looked down at the photo. "Someone's good at photoshop" you murmured.
Larissa reached out and slowly took it from you. You watched as she stared down at the photo, small tears escaping her as she tried to compose herself.
"So it's, it's just a prank?" she asked through sniffles.
You scooted closer to her and rubbed at her back soothingly, "Yes Riss, it's just a stupid prank. That's not my blood in that jar, hopefully it's not anyone's." The principal eventually calmed thanks to your presence. You noticed her attempt to put on her personal or perhaps professional façade, but she gave up as her nerves were far too shot.
She whispered, "I thought I had lost another Nevermore family member. I've been so on edge lately, I thought it had to be true."
You stopped all movements and leaned closer to her, looking her in the eyes. She wouldn't look at you.
"What do you mean another Nevermore family member?"
Larissa's gaze slowly but surely met yours, and you watched as her lower lip quivered.
"I haven't been entirely truthful with you" she murmured.
As you stared into pools of blue, you could see that she was hurting, she was tired. So, you decided to let it go, for now. "It's alright Rissa. Let's just deal with Kyle, shall we?"
Larissa nodded her head before looking back down at the photo, not wanting to deal with it at all. The thought of you dead, not being here with her anymore, not taking care of the students any longer, not carrying her through corn mazes, and not looking at her with those adoring eyes, made her heart break. She could no longer wait.
"Would you like to come to my house tomorrow? Perhaps we can hand out candy and watch a movie?"
Larissa looked down at you with hope as she wiped a tear from her cheek.
A smile instantly lit up your face, maybe Halloween would be fun after all. You nodded enthusiastically, and you watched the woman's expression brighten.
Until her brows knit. She looked you up and down, taking note of your elegant updo, your red lip, your pearl earrings, your high collared knee length dress, and your heels. You looked like her, a rather dark mysterious version of her, like she was the white swan and you were the black.
"Are you dressed like me?" she asked with a bit of insecurity. Of course, you did look like her, but she never thought that you would purposely dress like her. She didn't think you'd adapt her style, didn't think that she was beautiful, not enough for someone to want to look like her on purpose.
You let out an embarrassed giggle and nodded in confirmation as you played with your hands. A huge grin grew on the older woman's face and she let out a loud laugh. You smiled at her mascara smudged skin as she leaned in and took your face in her hands. Her eyes scanned your face before she looked you in the eye, "You are absolutely precious."
🎃
Draping a long black hooded dress over your body, you applied some dark makeup. You adjusted your hood and added a tattoo to your forehead, finishing your look as one of the Dimitrescu daughters. Staring at yourself in the mirror, you noted that you were rather creepy looking, even sans blood. Your intention wasn't to scare the kids, you didn't want to scare them, or maybe you did. You shrugged as you grabbed your fake sickle, making sure your powers were in check before setting out for the night.
You made your way through the woods, a torch being the only source of light besides the moon. You finally stumbled onto the road and giddily set out for the principals house. You had wanted to be there before it fell dark, but you had a matter to attend to where the darkness was paramount. So, you skipped down the road with your sickle in hand, enjoying the rustling leaves in the breeze of the night.
When you arrived at the principals house, there was a small line of trick or treaters. You watched from afar as she handed out treat bags, big ones at that, and made conversation with all of the kids. She looked over the moon to be seeing them all, asking about their costumes and plans for the night. Her red lipped smile was the cutest thing you've seen in your entire life, and all you wanted in the world was to kiss it off of her. Your gaze moved around her house, and you wondered how you missed all of the decorations. The large windows at the front of her house were lit up by orange, purple, and green lights from the inside, contrasting brightly against the dark outside. There were a couple pumpkins on the step, and one of those huge skeletons in her yard, the 12 foot one that you've always wanted. You decided to pop in line behind the kids, and you squinted your eyes at the woman, as if that would help you see better. She definitely had a costume on, was she a devil? You squealed internally as you took in her red horns, choker, and black cape. This was the first time you've seen her in black, and damn did it look good on her.
You held your sickle over your shoulder as you waited for the kid in front of you to leave and for blue eyes to meet yours. When they did, her jaw dropped slightly and she paused, looking you up and down.
"Y/n?!" she squeaked, shaking her head at you.
You smiled, "Hi Rissa!"
The woman pulled you into a half hug before stepping to the side, "Why are you in line? Come in darling."
You stepped into her house and immediately went wide eyed at the sight of the elaborate design.
"I was waiting for candy" you chuckled.
You saw Larissa's side smirk as she continued to pass the treat bags out, and you barely caught a chocolate bar that she sent flying your way.
🎃
You were passing out treats when some students arrived at the doorstep.
"Oh! Hi girls, how's it going?" you greeted.
"Great!" Enid squealed, pulling at Wednesday's hand in excitement. As Larissa appeared behind you to greet the students, she placed her hands on your shoulders, sending a shiver down your spine. "Ah, girls, do come in."
"So Principal Weems, you’re a devil?" Enid asked brightly.
"Sure am" Larissa replied, collecting some treats to give them.
Enid then looked at you, "And Ms., you're a…a"
"A Dimitrescu daughter, obviously" Yoko said.
You laughed and winked at Yoko, "Exactly."
Wednesday looked you up and down, her monotone never faltering, "Yesterday she was Weems, today she's a killer." Larissa returned to your side and handed them all treats. She then turned her attention to you, smirking down with dark eyes, "I appreciated her costume yesterday, it was very clever, and detailed" she breathed.
You flicked through the Halloween movies looking for something good to watch. Your favorites were along the lines of Beetlejuice, The Nightmare Before Christmas, and Edward Scissorhands, but you've watched them SO many times already. Larissa placed a charcuterie board on the table and passed you a glass of wine, taking her cape off. As she sat next to you, you couldn't help but let your eyes trail down her figure. She was wearing black leather pants and a tight long sleeve shirt, you almost spit out your wine at the sight. Larissa never failed to notice your expressions or actions, no matter how subtle.
She scooted closer to you and batted her lashes, "I'm so glad you came over darling. I was worried I had made this food for nothing" she chuckled. Your lower lip quivered at the thought of someone standing her up. You were elated at the thought of her wanting to hangout with you, but putting this much effort in and being worried that you wouldn't show? She was too sweet for this world.
"I would never leave you hanging Rissa. I'm sorry I was late, I had to tend to…something first." Larissa tilted her head at you, wondering what on earth you were tending to.
She pursed her lips, "You know, we never did come up with a discipline for Kyle."
You snickered down at the floor, shaking your head amusedly. "I may have taken that into my own hands."
The woman's mouth opened in question before she closed it, grabbing her wine off of the table and settling beside you. She smiled and brought the glass to her lips, "Go on."
-A couple hours ago-
Just as it was getting dark out, you set out for the old Gates' mansion. You had left a note for Kyle and a few of his friends, anonymously, for them to meet up there. Of course you didn't know if they would actually show, but to your delight, they did. You hid behind a wall by the entrance of the house, watching as the group conversed. It was dark now, the only source of light being their flashlights.
"Why are we here dude?" one of his friends asked nervously.
"I don't know man! I got a note!" Kyle replied.
"Oh sorry, I didn't realize that you got a note!" his other friend said sarcastically.
It took everything in you to not laugh at their bickering, boys. Once you figured it was time, you made a loud noise to get their attention.
"What the hell was that?" Kyle questioned, fear evident in his voice.
Just then, you flicked your wrist, and in a second the house was illuminated by a ring of fire. You peeked out from behind the wall, seeing the boys staring at the flames in terror.
With a nod of your head, a message was burning on the front lawn.
'Kyle, we know what you did. We're coming for you'
The boys stepped away quickly when they felt the heat, and Kyle went wide eyed as he read the message.
"Shit boys! Let's get out of here!" he hollered.
You could hear the horror in his voice, but it only made you laugh menacingly. Once they had vanished, you cut the fire off, no trace of the event left.
"And then I came here" you smiled. Larissa's jaw was on the floor, staring at you in disbelief.
"Y/n I- I don't know what to say. Are you sure you weren't too hard on him?"
Despite Larissa's attempt to portray her usual headmistress demeanour, you could see her smirking.
You shrugged your shoulders and shook your head, "Rissa, there are a couple things he's done that you actually don't know about. So, no, I don’t think I was too hard on him."
You paused, "Plus, I wanted to get revenge, for us" you winked.
🎃
You agreed on a horror movie, to your dismay. You didn't want to look like a wimp in front of Larissa, so you clicked on the conjuring as you swallowed the lump in your throat. You turned your focus to other things while the movie played, things like the interior design of the house, your costume (which you thought was fire), and Larissa herself, who was lost in the movie. You watched as she sipped her wine, plump lips resting on the rim of the glass. 'What a good distraction, just drink' you thought.
When you got tired of that, you turned to the movie, hoping you could stick it out. But as a particularly horrifying string of music played, you squealed and buried your head into the woman's shoulder. Larissa let out a soft laugh as she brought her hand to stroke at your hair.
"What's the matter love? You don't like scary movies?" You shook your head no, holding onto her arm.
"Do you want me to turn it off?" she asked quietly, to which you sat up and quickly said "No!"
You stuck it out for awhile, watching the movie while partially distracting yourself with snacks and wine. Some of it was hilarious to be honest, but certain parts you just couldn't do. Larissa noticed as you sat wide eyed, your breathing staggered as you attempted to calm yourself. She wrapped an arm around your shoulder and pulled you close to her, which immediately brought you some peace. You smiled as you continued to watch the movie, but when a jump scare happened, you grabbed the woman tightly and buried your face in her neck. Your eyelashes brushed against her skin as you blinked, it was dark and you felt safe. She was so soft, her skin smelled of lavender, and she was so, so comfortable. When you felt her settle into your touch and pull you tighter, you closed your eyes and let your breath become even once again.
You didn't know how long it had been before the movie ended and Larissa turned her face toward yours, her chin resting lightly against your forehead. You lifted your head from her neck and peered up at her, the light burning your eyes. She smiled caringly down at you, and you both sat in silence as you scanned the lines on her soft skin.
"Would you like to take a walk, darling?" she whispered.
You sat up eagerly before looking out into the night and sighing sarcastically, "Sounds like something you'd say If you wanted to murder me." You then picked up your fake sickle, "Good thing I have this!"
🎃
Larissa led you through her backyard and into the woods. She had assembled a breathtaking light up trail around the perimeter of her yard, white lights hanging from the trees and leaves scattered along the dirt path. You sauntered through the woods as you took in the beauty of the trees, reveling in the colors one last time before fall would fade and winter would come. Larissa basked in the peace and in your presence, and you could tell that she appreciated nights like these, she needed more nights like these. You entwined your fingers with hers and stroked your thumb over the back of her hand gently as you walked side by side. You then snickered as you pointed to her shoes, she wasn't wearing heels this time.
"Someone didn't want me to carry them tonight, I see" you spoke sarcastically. Larissa looked down at her boots and quickly removed them, leaning on you for support.
"Oh no, now how will I walk through this path!?" she said, bringing her hands to her face in faux panic. You rolled your eyes at her and scooped her up, loving the giggle she let out.
At the end of the path there was a bench, a small spot decorated with pumpkins and gourds. You sat down on the bench and placed Larissa in your lap, holding her close with your arms around her waist. You wrapped a blanket around her, scared that she might be cold.
"Thank you, love" she whispered, resting her head on your shoulder.
You both basked in the calmness of the night, finding comfort and warmth in each others embrace.
Larissa looked up at the bright full moon, "It's such a gorgeous night."
She then turned to you, her face only inches away from yours. You watched as she spoke, watched her lips move in a taunting manner, a seducing manner.
She was beauty, grace, she was gentle and kind. She was pure, unique, she was stunning. The sweetest woman you've ever met was sitting in your lap, her melodic voice sounding for only you to hear.
Yet, you were unsure of what she was saying as you scanned your eyes over her delicate face. You brought your hand up and traced your finger over her smile lines.
"Y/n? Are you listening?"
Your gaze shifted from her lips to her eyes, bright and wide and questioning.
"Can I kiss you?" you whispered, stroking your thumb over her bottom lip lightly.
Larissa's eyebrows softened, her surprise evident. She didn't speak, so you took that as a no and removed your hand from her face. As you backed away and went to apologise, the woman pulled you against her, slamming her lips gently against yours.
You hummed into the kiss as she caught you off guard, threading your fingers through her light hair. The taste of red lipstick and wine overtook your senses, feeling her exhale against your skin made you shiver.
She pulled away, stroking your cheek with her thumb and resting her forehead against yours.
"I noticed how much you like Halloween, love. Would you like to carve pumpkins together? Maybe roast some pumpkin seeds?"
You squealed in excitement as you nodded your head, grabbing her face and pressing your lips against hers with need. You gave her light but meaningful pecks on the lips before moving to her cheeks and forehead.
You then tucked your head into her neck, "I wish this night didn't have to end."
Larissa lifted your head gently and pressed her cheek against yours, both of you gazing up at the moon.
She pressed a kiss to your forehead, "When we're together, darling, every night is Halloween."
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The first time Simeon cursed out loud was when he woke up after a blizzard had occurred.
Asmo and Levi have coordinated costumes before since they both love getting into whatever character they’re dressing up as.
Lucifer will go to an amusement park just to watch all the shows and entertainment (he runs a secret blog where he rates and critiques every performance that he sees).
Mammon will literally throw a fit if he finds out that game rules he grew up with are not the official rules (and accuse people for lying, even the creators of games).
If Belphie is left in charge of handing out items on Halloween, he will just pull random stuff out of his room and give them to people.
No matter how hard he tries, Satan always wins in the Honorable Mention category in a costume contest.
Solomon considers any song created within the century that he’s living in as current.
Simeon is shy about the type of music he likes listening to, because he enjoys artists like The Weeknd.
Simeon and Solomon get into all kinds of hazardous positions in order to take a great picture (and Luke yells at them for it).
Until MC was a regular part of his life, Barbatos refused to be photographed for anything unrelated to work.
If Diavolo doesn’t have to worry about his responsibilities, he will make the biggest mess at a party.
Simeon leaves most events early because he gets overwhelmed quite easily by the amount of people and noise.
Satan and Belphie have told scary stories to children before; Satan knows how to make them kid-appropriate, and Belphie does not.
Mammon often forgets promises he’s made because he has no memory of making them, even if he did it earlier that day.
Lucifer and Diavolo were once spotted at a convenience store together on January 1st because they were looking for ingredients to cure their hangovers, and Barbatos was sick with a nasty flu and thus couldn’t prepare ahead of time.
Solomon could blackmail high-ranking officials in all three realms if he wanted to due to him keeping tabs on everyone he interacts with.
Beel cannot keep a secret because the act of doing so makes him really uncomfortable.
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