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sebastianshaw · 3 years

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Don't feel obliged to answer if you don't have time/aren't feeling it, but if your alt-Marauders were invited to a Halloween party, what costumes would they wear? I'm setting up the scenario of a party so that Sebastian can't blow the whole thing off and call it silly (although maybe he wouldn't mind, given the Hellfire colonial cosplay), he'll have to wear a costume so as not to feel out of place. Bonus: what costume does Fabian wear?

I absolutely feel up to it! My period ended, my meds got sorted out, my crops are watered, my skin is cleared, I feel great, and I LOVE THIS ASK THANK YOU FOR SENDING IT!! Shaw comes as a member of the Chinese Cultural Revolution because Communism is the scariest thing he can think of

He’s got Mao’s little red book and everything and calls everyone Comrade. When someone accuses him of cultural appropriation, he retorts that “Stupidity is NOT a culture just because everyone is doing it.” Haven comes as the sea. She dresses in a sari made from teal and aqua colors with flowing fabric and ‘wave’ patterns, and accesorizes with jewelry made of shells and pearls. You could also interpret this as a mermaid, as long as the ‘marine’ theme is getting across! I drew this FOUR YEARS AGO and wow the art is bad but the idea is there!

Madelyne specifically stays AWAY from anything evil or sexy. No Elvira here even though she’d look GREAT. Bad memories. Nope, she’s....AMELIA EARHART!

(I hate so much that I found sexy Amelia Earhart costumes and that all the best non-sexy ones were for children) Claudine avoids anything science-y because that’s...not a costume for her, she IS science-y, and the point of Halloween is to be something you’re not, no? So she puts her favorite big fat cowboy hat to good use and comes as a wild outlaw from the Old West!

Yes, she wears the mustache, and also she probably took a few things from Sebastian’s closet. She bursts in dramatically proclaiming for everyone to STICK ‘EM UP so she can rob their valuables, until that wily pilot Amelia Earhart saves the day in a spectacular show of heroism that DEFINITELY was not planned, recited, and choreographed between them for the last two weeks! Pyro considers just being an Aussie Stereotype but ultimately goes with Sherlock Holmes. Holmes is a famous lit character, but also one that even people who aren’t bookworms will recognize, and he has a very easy ‘look’---like it’d be difficult to specifically make someone realize you were some characters, but Holme’s media presence means stick on a deerstalker cap, grab a magnifying glass, and you’re golden! Plus it seems like he’s often long and lanky to some degree to? So, perfect!

He might ALSO have robbed Sebastian, and even with severe tailoring everything is hanging off him. Sebastian does not comment on this. Instead, he’s the asshole who points out Holmes never wore the deerstalker cap nor said “elementary” in the books and I thought you would know that Allerdyce? Pyro burns his little red book prop and instead of outrage, gets an approving nod--”Good. That’s what should be done with it.” Sherlock also offers to solve the mystery of where Shaw’s lost sense of human decency went. Shinobi’s thinking is OPPOSITE of Claudine’s. He wants to come as EXACTLY what he is. A purple peacock. A sexy, sexy purple peacock. So he gets a really revealing but really beautiful and intricate Rio dancer costume, and commissions a purple feather tail train. It’s spectacular.

It is also extremely cumbersome, especially with those heels, so if he’s not knocking into people with his tail, he’s struggling to keep upright when he’s only just getting tipsy. This outfit does NOT last the night. Manon and Maxime are Mungojerry and Rumpleteaser. They’re already solid white so they don’t need to cover their bodies in a greasepaint base, just slap on some orange and black stripes with matching shirts, black tights, fake ears/tails, and some pearls for Manon. They “steal” all night for attention. I couldn’t find pics for what I’m imagining but basically like I described, it’s not a full-effort CATS cosplay, they’re kids, but you can def tell what they’re going for. Alice considered one of the sisters from Ginger Snaps because she liked the look/fashion, but figured most people wouldn’t get it and also...as with Maddie, there are certain themes she would prefer to avoid, and the reason she empathized with this movie---your body changing out of your control---is the same reason she doesn’t want to be it. She decides to be Luna Lovegood, whom she looks like perfectly, can relate to in a way that isn’t traumatic (Luna being on her own and lacking peers to relate to at first), and is very recognizable!

EDIT: OH MY GOD I CAN’T BELIEVE I FORGOT THE MOST IMPORTANT ONE

FABIAN IS A SEXY, SEXY GLADIATOR ;) LADIES

#halloween #alt marauders #sammysdewysensitiveeyes

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veronicassadboi · 5 years

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Jughead and Veronica accidentally doing a couples costume for halloween even though they aren't dating? (I'm addicted to angst and unresolved sexual tension lol)

Man, I loved this prompt, though I feel my writing was a little depthless because I try to stay under 2000 words (because if I don’t I start to waffle and I overcommit myself) but I could have gone on.

Note: I don’t know if anyone knows much about popeye these days. But I’m sure people have watched The Office so here we are.

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Veronica stands with flushed cheeks, hands resting on her hips where her black skirt starts but the waistband of it seems to feel like it’s tightening. She was annoyed. Her eyebrows knit in confusion and fuck Fangs, she thinks. Fuck him for putting her in this situation in the first place. She noticed Jughead from even before she hopped out of Fred’s old pickup. Archie didn’t even bat an eyelid but Betty laughed it off and said it was just a coincidence - a coincidence Veronica thought not. There was always an air of things going wrong in Riverdale that they all seemed to brush off as coincidences. Veronica thinks it’s nothing short of witchcraft sometimes.

At least Jughead wasn’t as true to character as she was, a smirk plays on her lips as she glares at him. He eyes her up and down while he leans against the front of Reggie’s house - Popeye smokes a pipe, she thinks to herself. Jughead has a cheap branded cigarette hanging from his lips while his cocky-casual stance irritates Veronica. But she adjusts the bust of her red shirt, then smooths her hands over the white collar - Olive Oyl may be pissed at the moment, but she looks good anyway and Veronica straightens herself out.

Her heels click along the concrete towards Jughead, taking a deep breath, she confronts him. “Why are you dressed like Popeye?”

“I’m not,” he replies through a drag of his cigarette.

“Yes you are!” she snaps, looking from his blue pants - not sailor style, he didn’t even make the effort. But the shirt… that was Fangs’. He was supposed to be the Popeye to her Olive Oyl. All he is now is the thorn to her side.

Jughead gives her a look of amusement, his cocky stance slackens a little when he notices Veronica’s hands on her hips again. “I’m Jim Halpert.”

Veronica scoffs, throwing her hands in the air. “What does that even mean?!”

“The Office, season 7? Jim dresses as Popeye.”

“Of course,” she sighs, rolling her eyes. The grin he gives her irritates her more. “That means nothing to me, you are Popeye and judging by the shirt that is oh-so obviously one I bought, you got it from Fangs.”

“Cheap purchase on my behalf, not that I expected to get a partner in crime along with it,” Jughead pulls down the oversized sailors hat on his head before taking a step closer to Veronica, brushing a stray hair from her eyes and giving her a quick kiss on the cheek. Veronica leans back, shock written all over her face and her cheeks creeping up hot. “I’ll have to thank Fangs later for ditching the outfit,” he murmurs. “Because now you’re dressed as my wife…”

Veronica’s torn between respecting Jughead’s absolute arrogance and feeling entirely pissed off at the situation. “I am not your wife!”

“You really need to watch The Office, Veronica. Pam dresses as Olive Oyl and she’s married to Jim.”

“This isn’t a ‘The Office’ matching costume, Jughead! And Olive is married to Popeye too!”

“So you admit we’re wearing matching outfits and we’re married?”

Veronica boils inside. Fuck Fangs Fogarty.

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“Popeye?” Cheryl says, sort of bitchy, a hell of a lot entertained.

But Toni’s eyes graze over Veronica and her righthanded smile shows that she finds the situation hilarious. “And Olive Oyl.”

“Pam and Jim Halpert,” Jughead answers with a beer in one hand and his other smoothing behind Veronica’s back, before she can move (or slap him) she’s pulled into his side.

Cheryl’s face screws up, giving Veronica an incredulous look. “Unless that means you’re some sort of homeless Naval officer, I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Neither do I,” Veronica says, shimmying her way out of Jughead’s hands.

Toni and Jughead both giggle like teenaged girls behind their glasses and Poison Ivy for the third year in a row saunters away.

“I really didn’t think you’d turn up in matching costumes,” Toni says with a laugh. “It’s cute, I like it.”

“We’re not in matching costumes,” Veronica replies curtly. She notices the quick tense of Toni’s jaw and the sideways glance she gives Jughead but he brushes it off.

“The whole thing is way out of my comfort zone,” he shrugs. “Slasher films are more my thing but I’m here to support my wife.”

Veronica rolls her eyes again and sips on a beer that’s too warm and too bitter for her liking, and quite frankly, not getting her drunk enough to deal with one Jughead Jones.

Toni’s name is called through the crowd, Sweet Pea dressed as Groot was the best thing this party had to offer Veronica so far and she smiles to herself.

“If this isn’t a foreshadowing, I don’t know what is…” Jughead’s breath trails along her neck.

Sitting somewhere between a quickened heartbeat and rolling her eyes for the umpteenth time, Veronica takes another loud, obnoxious sip of her drink to get a rise out of Jughead, but it fails when he doesn’t even notice, his eyes fixed on hers. “Are you trying to hit on me, Jug?”

His head rolls back and his eyes close, biting his lip at the same time that Veronica focuses on too much. “Well blow me down!” he laughs.

Veronica smirks, shoving Jughead in the chest before grabbing his hands and pulling him back. “Stop with the sexual innuendos and trying to palm them off to me as Popeye quotes.”

“Strong to the finish ‘cause I eats my spinach.” He leans in close again, brushing his nose against her neck. “I’m doing no such thing, Princess…”

Veronica groans. They can’t do this, not again. And especially not at Reggies house. Late night coffees at Pop’s when she’s working have too frequently ended in late night deep and meaningfuls at his trailer. Dinners at Archie and Betty’s too often end up in Jughead crashing on top of her sheets at the Pembrooke. It was too much, and she knows it hurts him just as much as it hurts her when they end up leaving each other in the morning.

Veronica’s heart drops a little when Jughead’s hands leave her skin. She follows his eyes as they follow a werewolf that walks past. “I need another drink.”

She’s stopped in her tracks when he reaches out to her arm, pulling her back. “Hey, hey, hey,” he stalls. “Tonight…” there’s a sigh that sings disappointment that Veronica can hear loud and clear.

“Tonight?” she challenges, looking up to him. The silence echoes between them even though the room is full of screams and music. He’s so close she can trace the freckles on his skin and smell the chewing gum between his teeth.

“We’re…” he trails off again. “We’re not you and me. Jughead and Veronica.”

“Popeye and Olive Oyl.”

“Jim and Pam,” he corrects with a wink. “Tonight we’re not us and maybe we can do what we really want to do.”

“Which is?”

Jughead’s snigger is almost palpable, he looks her dead in the eye, searching for something, she can feel it. “Maybe we can allow ourselves one chance to feel what we want to feel?”

Veronica feels out of place in a house full of misfits. The werewolf growls in the background with a beer funnel in the air and surrounded by a group of witches, Captain America cheers him on, a sexy nurse hangs off his arm and even though they appeared to be Popeye and Olive Oyl, the feelings bouncing in between them were all explicitly them. The reason they ate down the feelings was because of the fact that they couldn’t control them, and there was only so many times they could have this exact same discussion on repeat. Being in love was one thing, finding the right timing was a completely different.

Jughead’s eyes hold a sorrow in them, but it matched the feeling in her soul. She holds hands with him, looking up but unable to decide between arguing with him, or falling in deep. “Am I going to regret this?”

Jughead’s smile lands on her lips, chapped, sweet, soft. She feels like she’s home, she feels like two weeks was worth the wait.

She feels like this isn’t going to end well.

Jughead’s belt buckle catches on her skirt as he moves closer to her, his hands smoothing up the back of her thighs when Veronica’s breath catches in her throat a little. “Do we really have the guts to do this here at Reggie’s house?” she asks with his tongue tracing her lower lip.

He chuckles deeply, moving a nervous hand to his head and pulling on the sailor hat as if it were his beanie. “No,” he says with a glimmer in his eye. “Let’s go back to the trailer and the slasher films.”

They walk to the front door hand in hand, stepping out into the cool air.

Jughead ignores people calling out to them, asking where they were going, when would they just get together already… Veronica ignores them too, but the questions thump in her head. He kicks the driver’s side door before it opens with a loud creak and she jumps in beside him, heart racing with excitement, mind running with what was going to happen in the morning.

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” she asks in the silence of the truck.

Jughead looks to her. “Popeye’s tough, right?” he asks with a seriousness. “Eats his spinach, it gives him super strength… maybe if I try that, you’d give me a chance.”

Undertones of joking with overtones of seriousness, Veronica looks away. “Maybe I will…” she answers, watching him start up the truck.

He leans in quickly across the seat, giving Veronica another kiss on the cheek that makes her blush and smile. “Can’t you see that maybe you and I will be perfect together, Princess? I mean, we came in matching costumes without even knowing it… that’s definitely a sign.”

Veronica bites her own lip, running her hands up and down her thighs, the thought of being with Jughead with the tv running and his hands on her skin making her scattered, making her calm at the same time. “A sign if ever i’ve seen one,” she whispers.

Jughead’s smile lights up the night. “And later, I’ll make a trip to Pop’s for a chocolate shake.”

She gives a sigh of relief with her hand resting on his thigh instead, “Oh, my hero.”

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