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Chapter 32 of human Bill is convinced he's the best prisoner ever and does not deserve this abuse from the Pines:

Bill gets his fingernails painted! 💅🌈✨ Look at his fingernails, I drew this week's picture just to show them off. They're fun.

Bill also gets bound to a magic poppet that can control his every move.

It's hilarious for Dipper and Mabel, but not for Bill.

The early morning still was broken by Stan's wails of despair.

At some point during the night, the egg-and-toilet-papering kids had come back to Stan's car.

And they'd brought rocks.

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Bill woke up with a sheet tossed over him and a cupcake sitting on the window seat. The cupcake was pink with green frosting and decorated like a happy jack-o'-melon. It was sitting on top of a note:

"Sorry I didn't mention I had plans tonight! Robbie's mom made cupcakes for everyone so I grabbed you one. The music video's gonna be AMAZING! I'll show you when Robbie posts it!" Mabel had signed with a shooting star.

Bill decided he hadn't been mad at Mabel last night at all.

He battled gravity to heave himself vertical, trudged downstairs to the bathroom, stuck his face under the faucet until his mouth tasted less like sour sandpaper, agonizingly dragged himself back upstairs to his makeshift bed, and collapsed under the sheet to wait until his head stopped hammering.

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Sprawled on the living room floor, Mabel said, "What should I draw?"

"Draw me." Bill was sitting cross-legged on the sofa, watching the news and nursing a glass of Mabel juice. In an effort to counteract the lingering queasiness from overdosing on sugar and chocolate, he'd spiked the juice with two ground-up Elderly 60+ Vitaman™ brand Man Vitamins (khaki flavor) stolen from a bottle that Ford had bought for Stan and that Stan forgot to take.

"Okay!" Mabel turned around and squinted up at Bill. "Strike a pose!"

"Not like this!" Bill shoved a hand in Mabel's face to force her to stop looking. "Draw me how I really look."

"Bill, that's illegal. Remember?" Mabel pointed at the TV. Bodacious T was reporting on a child who'd dressed up for Summerween as "that weird out-of-towner who bothered us last year, you know the one," and who, under the Never Mind All That Act, had been fined fifty pieces of candy. The child's mugshot showed his crying face, but blurred out his yellow costume.

"He'd be the coolest kid in town," Bill said, "if he wasn't such a crybaby in front of the cops. Draw me anyway."

"I don't wanna get arrested!"

"Do you see any cops?" Bill grinned. "Just don't sign your name, nobody will know it was you."

Mabel considered that. "I can sign it someone else's name." She pulled out a few crayons.

"That's what I'm talking about! Do anything you want forever and frame the innocent!"

"What do you want me to draw you doing?"

"The coolest thing you can think of."

Mabel considered that, and got to work.

The news was boring now. They were talking about the weather, and it wasn't even interesting weather. "So hey, you were gonna tell me about filming last night?"

"Oh yeah!" Mabel said. "Did I mention the part where the dead rose from their graves?"

Bill muted the TV. "And I missed it?"

Robbie had decided the cemetery at his place would be more atmospheric than the trick-or-treater-filled streets (and less likely to have their shots ruined by passersby that didn't appreciate the depth of Robbie's lyrics). It went great, until the vibrations of angsty rock-and-roll stirred the slumbering corpses and they clawed their way from their graves. It turned out Gravity Falls had been having off-and-on invasions of the undead for the past year, ever since somebody decided to reanimate every corpse in town for fun, Bill.

"You can't prove it was me, I'm not the only one who knows how to raise the dead!" Bill laughed. "Hey—you're not drawing this body, are you? You said you wouldn't."

"I'm not, I promise!"

"Then why do you keep staring at me?"

"Um."

"Let me see!"

"No! Don't ruin the surprise!" Mabel picked up a glitter pen with feathers glued to the end and waved them in Bill's face. "And no cheating with your eye-bleeding psychic magic!"

Bill smacked the pen away. "Fine! So what did you do with the zombies? Feed one of the teens to them?"

"No! I chewed like four packs of gum me and Dipper got from the weird homeless dentist and made a fake baby brain. We used it as bait to lead them into an open grave," Mabel said. "And then we realized we could use the brain to train them to do tricks! So now we have dancing zombies in the music video. They actually learned the choreography pretty easily."

"Makes sense," Bill said. "I did fill the space where their souls should be with an insatiable hunger to party."

Mabel grinned. "I thought you said they weren't your fault."

"If they're good at dancing, I'm taking credit!"

"They were pretty good—especially considering how many limbs they were missing," Mabel said. "I'll show you when Robbie's finished editing the video."

"And I'll get to see you playing a creepy ghost kid, right?"

"Yeah! We were the greatest ghosts ever! Check it out, we were like—" Mabel fixed Bill with a dead-eyed slack-jawed stare and whisper-sang, "'We're the things that you have lost. Childhood joy, dead as a ghost.'"

"Chills."

"Dipper tried so hard to get in character as a ghost that he completely zoned out for a minute! When we shook him out of it, he said he felt like he had an out-of-body experience!"

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At his computer, Robbie clicked play on a clip of the twins standing side-by-side in front of the cemetery gate. As they sang the chorus, Dipper's face went still; and then a spectral gray form rose out of his head, still singing in sync with Mabel.

"Whoa," Robbie said. "Sick. I'm keeping that in."

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"So, it turns out my bro is an expert method actor," Mabel boasted.

Bill thought back to Dipper drifting up and down the stairs in the middle of the night. "Yep. Sounds like he's got quite a talent."

Mabel set down her crayons and held out a paper. "Okay—what do you think?"

Bill accepted the drawing. "Am I riding on the back of a rocket ship?"

"Like a bucking bronco! See the rocket flames doing a loop?"

"Sure do. Why am I holding a fish bowl?"

"It's like a cowboy waving his hat, but, you're in space. So that's your astronaut helmet."

"It's beautiful," Bill said intensely. "It's the best thing I've ever seen."

"Aw, really? Thanks!"

"When I take over the universe, I'm rearranging the constellations to look like this."

"Don't do that, though."

"Fine, but I'm hanging it up in my throne room." Bill set down his empty glass so he could hold the picture with both hands, beaming at it as proudly as though he'd made it himself. Big change from his lukewarm reception of her house drawing yesterday. She should draw Bill more often. Being a good artist meant understanding what your audience wanted.

Unfortunately, now that she'd finished her drawing, she didn't have anything to distract her from staring at Bill. And she'd taken about as much of seeing him as she could stand. "Bill. I say this with non-judgmental love. But you look sooo terrible."

"Yeah, I know. I think I'm shaped about as nicely as a human could ask for," he pantomimed drawing a triangle in front of his torso, "but let's be real, there's only so much you can do when you're working with a human bone structure. And there's way too much neck—"

"No! Bill, your body is beautiful just the way it is, and don't let anyone tell you otherwise. I meant your hair looks awful."

Bill had taken a shower yesterday morning, emerged with his hair all wet and tangled, and done absolutely nothing to detangle it. And then, with it still half damp and totally disheveled, he'd shoved it under a cheap acrylic wig for the rest of the night. And then he'd fallen asleep on the floor still wearing the wig.

And now, with the wig removed, his hair looked like a bird had plucked out half a scarecrow's straw brains and made a nest out of it.

"It sure does," Bill said, with the slightly forlorn air of someone complaining about a war in a far-off country over which one had no power.

"So brush it!"

"No. Never. You can't make me."

"Why not? I thought you wanted to keep your hair all triangly!"

"Not enough to touch it. Either it'll figure out how to straighten out on its own or it won't, I'm not messing with it. I've got enough going on in my life today." By which he meant he had the last lingering traces of a hangover, which was a valid excuse to get out of all social, moral, and aesthetic obligations.

Mabel groaned in frustration. "I can't take looking at it anymore! If you won't brush it, can I?"

Bill gave her a skeptical look; but then he flung his hands out dismissively. "Sure, why not? If it bothers you so much. Have at it."

"I'll be right back!"

She got her brush from upstairs and a spray bottle from the kitchen, and directed Bill to sit on the floor so she could get on the couch behind him. After making such a fuss about brushing his hair, Bill was surprisingly well-behaved with somebody else brushing it for him. He didn't even complain when Mabel accidentally yanked on some nasty snarls a little harder than she meant to.

"I feel like a corpse getting prettied up for my funeral," Bill said. "Grooming each other is how humans bond, isn't it? This is one of your little social rituals? If all you wanted was to make sure we're still friends after you ditched me last night, you could have just asked."

Mabel shoved her foot between Bill's shoulder blades. Wise guy. She joked, "Yeah! We're bonding now! After this we're gonna paint each other's fingernails and talk about what kind of boys we like."

"I want rainbow spiral fingernails."

Mabel really should be used to this—but she still kept getting surprised that Bill was interested in the stuff she liked. And not even in a patronizing sure-I'll-play-along way. He'd turned to look at her. There was a gleam in his eyes. He really wanted rainbow spiral fingernails.

And now she wanted rainbow spiral fingernails, too. "Fine! But look forward until I finish your hair." One way or another, Mabel vowed, she would reform Bill into a proper good guy—even if she had to drag him there kicking and screaming. Fun dress-up partners were hard to find, and she couldn't afford to lose Bill.

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Soos wandered to the living room to find somewhere to hang up his and Melody's "Best Couple Cosplay" award, but stopped in the doorway.

Bill, Mabel, and Waddles were sitting on the floor, watching some kind of cartoon psychedelic fairy princess lecture a spider on the importance of colors, with a bowl of popcorn between them. Bill and Mabel both had bright multicolor fingernails and were eating the popcorn with chopsticks to avoid touching their nails. There was more popcorn on the floor than in the bowl. Waddles had taken no such cares to avoid dragging his freshly painted hooves through the carpet.

"Truth or dare," Bill said.

"Dare!"

"Dare you to assassinate the..." Bill trailed off. "I can't have the mayor assassinated, he runs Rainbow Club. And the sheriff and deputy invited me... There aren't a lot of public officials in this dumb town, are there?"

"I'm not killing anybody, Bill. Truth."

"Fine, coward. What's your favorite toxic fume fragrance?"

"That's easy! Gasoline!"

"Hey, mine too! At least on this planet. It smells like—you know that smell that heralds the coming of rain? Gasoline is the smell that heralds a really fun time."

"Yeah! Like going on a road trip!"

Bill paused. "Right! I was... I was definitely thinking about road trips. That's exactly what I meant."

Mabel added, "And it looks so cool when there's a little bit spilled in a parking spot—"

"The rainbow puddles! Yes! Big fan of the rainbow puddles—"

"I love parking lot rainbow puddles! It's like surprise happiness in the most boring place on the planet!"

Soos mumbled, "Girl talk," decided to hang his award up later, and left.

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Dipper heard the bedroom door open and Mabel call, "Hey Dipper!"

"Hey." He didn't look up from his journal, where he was documenting last night's zombie adventures. "Oh, hey, bad news—Wendy said she got a text from Robbie, it sounds like all the footage from the cemetery last night is ruined?"

"Aww! What? But we worked so hard to train those zombies!"

"Yeah, it's just static. But everything we shot outside the gates is fine. I wonder if it's something supernatural that interferes with electronics?"

"Something supernatural? In the cemetery? Full of zombies? What are the odds of that!" Mabel laughed. "But heyyy, I've got some good news!"

"What?"

Mabel stuck a hairbrush full of gold hair between Dipper's face and his journal. "I got a replacement for the Bill hair sample we gave Pacifica!" She grinned and whispered, "Wanna make a poppet?"

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It would have been really cool if the first full moon of summer vacation had come on Summerween. But the calendar gods were unkind that year, and instead, it came the next day, on June 23.

Which worked out, in the end, since it meant they didn't have any scheduling conflicts on the one night they could make a poppet.

They had the ritual space set up in their bedroom—a chalk star drawn on the floor with a black candle at each point—and the doll representing Bill—which Mabel had upgraded with button eyes and a miniature version of his favorite knit hoodie. They collected all the shed blonde strands off Mabel's hairbrush, wrapped them around the doll's neck, and tied them on. They set the doll in the center of the star; Bartholomew talked them through the ritual; the flames on the candles leaped a foot in the air, turned a pale blue, and then went out; and the binding ritual was complete. The doll was now connected to Bill Cipher.

"Weird," Bartholomew said. "Usually the flames turn black. I've never seen them turn blue before."

Dipper said, "That's not a problem, is it?"

"No, no. I've just never used the binding ritual on an alien before! I guess it works a little different!"

Dipper picked up the doll and eyed it skeptically. "Mabel, I know we said we're saving this for emergencies only, but—maybe we should test it out just to make sure it actually works?"

"I guess we should," Mabel said, grimacing. "Just—don't do anything that'd hurt him. Okay?"

Yeah, Dipper should've expected that. Whether he liked it or not, Mabel didn't just see Bill as her weird experiment in criminal rehabilitation—she saw him as her friend. He sighed. "Okay. But is it fine if we do something that would embarrass him?"

Mabel shrugged. "I don't see why not!"

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As they crept from their room, Mabel whispered, "What if we stick him in a box and shake it up? And then tell him there was an earthquake!"

"I thought you were the one who didn't want to hurt him."

"Oh right."

Bill wasn't on his cushions under the window, so they crept downstairs. Halfway down, Dipper stopped, putting a hand on Mabel's arm. Bill was sitting at the kitchen table, chin in his hand, staring out the window.

"This is perfect," he whispered. "He's completely vulnerable. He's got his back to us, he's looking at the moonlight—even if he turns around, he won't see us because his eyes will have to readjust to the dark."

"I don't know if his eyes need to adjust," Mabel said. "Have you ever noticed he never turns the lights on when he goes into a room?"

Dipper considered that. He hadn't noticed—but now that Mabel mentioned it, Bill did have a tendency to lurk in the dark. "Well—okay, but he's still not looking at us. Let's see how this works..." He studied the doll; then turned it around and gently brushed a finger through its yarn hair.

For a moment, nothing happened; and then Bill swatted at the back of his head and looked around, as if he was trying to find what had touched him.

"I think it's working," Dipper hissed.

"Are you sure? What if there's actually a fly in the kitchen?"

Could be. "Let me see if it can control him."

"Careful—"

Dipper grabbed one of the doll's arms and tentatively lifted it.

Bill's arm shot up. He stared at it in bafflement. "Wh...?"

Mabel bit her lip. Dipper waved the doll's arm.

Bill's arm waved. After a pause, he tentatively asked, "Hello?" As if he thought maybe his arm was waving at someone and he should play along with it.

Mabel and Dipper clapped their hands over their mouths, fighting to keep their giggles quiet. Mabel elbowed Dipper, "Hey Dipper Dipper Dipper, get him to stand up, let me control his legs, I have the best idea—"

Bill knocked over his chair and had to flail his arms for balance as he abruptly jerked to his feet. He looked around, eyes wide and wild, an edge of panic to his voice as he hollered, "WHAT'S GOING ON!"

Dipper held the doll out to Mabel. "Okay hurry!" Mabel took it by the legs—

—and Bill started doing the cancan. He shrieked. "WHAT?!"

Dipper shoved his shirt over his mouth to muffle his hysterics. Mabel was letting little wheezy squeaks out through her nose. Bill's voice was almost an octave higher as he screamed, "WHEN I FIND OUT WHO'S BEHIND THIS, I'M GONNA SHRED YOU—" and they both got so close to bursting laughing out loud that they had to pause to punch each other's shoulders for self control.

Still holding one of the doll's legs up, Mabel hissed, "Dipper do you remember the bottle dance. Where they crouch down with bottles on their heads. Can we—can we get a tiny bottle for the doll—"

Bill was failing both arms to avoid falling with one foot held in the air. He grabbed the counter for balance. And then, with a grunt of effort, he wrenched his foot down and stomped it to the ground.

The doll's leg yanked out of Mabel's hand.

Dipper and Mabel fell silent, staring at the doll. They looked at each other. Mabel whispered, "It shouldn't be able to do that, right?"

They looked at Bill.

Bill's face was burning red, and he was so far past fury that his expression was perfectly blank. His eyes were huge, and round, and pointed straight at them.

They bolted up the stairs.

Bill charged after them.

They screamed in terror. They weren't loud enough to drown out Bill: "WHEN I GET MY HANDS ON YOU BRATS—"

Mabel grabbed Dipper's arm. "Dipper, do something!"

"Uhh—!" He tossed the doll in the air and caught it.

They heard an alarmed yelp as Bill was launched in the air and then a crash as he landed on the stairs again.

They scrambled into their room and slammed the door. "Safe!" Mabel said.

"Yeah," Dipper said, panting for breath. "Can't get us here."

The doll's head twisted 180 degrees to stare up at them.

They yelped. Dipper tossed the doll to Mabel. Mabel held it out at arm's length, threw it in her nightstand's drawer, and slammed it. It tried to open again and she leaned against it with her full body weight. "Dipper, the duct tape! In my craft supplies!"

"Which craft supplies?!"

The tiny knocking inside the drawer was echoed by the pounding at the door, accompanied by a string of creative death threats: "—and when I'm finished the coroner won't know which corpse was which! I'll make a belt out of your spinal columns—!"

"We didn't do anything," Mabel shouted, "it wasn't our fault!" She took the duct tape from Dipper and frantically wrapped it around the night stand. Dipper added, "It was someone else! And we'll never do it again—"

Sleepy and muffled, Soos's voice drifted through the door, "Dudes? What's all the hubbub?"

Dipper and Mabel gasped, "Soos!" "Save us!"

His voice the perfect tone of righteous indignation, Bill declared, "I'm being assaulted, that's what!"

Stan's voice joined in from downstairs: "BILL! If you don't leave those kids alone I'll cave your nose in!"

"THEY'RE THE AGGRESSORS," Bill screamed, half hysterical. "They are! I'm the victim here! I'm being victimized!"

Stan shouted, "Kids, good work! Bill, you can go to—" He grumbled as he self-censored, "—sleep! Shut up and go to sleep!"

"You can go jump in the bottomless pit, Stanley Pines! I'll tear you all apart with my teeth if I have to! NOBODY in this stupid junk heap of a shack is getting any sleep until I get my—"

From just outside the attic door, Stan roared, "BILL!"

There was a dull thud as Bill leaned against their door; a lot less shouty, he quickly said, "I'm going to bed, I'm going to bed, I'm going to bed."

"That's what I thought," Stan snapped. The kids heard his footsteps retreating downstairs. Soos said, "Um... night," and his door shut. After a moment, there was the creak of footsteps retreating from the attic door.

Dipper and Mabel slowly, softly snuck across the room to the door, and pressed their ears to the crack. No sound.

They stayed there for several minutes, barely breathing, listening to the silence.

Finally, Mabel pulled away and looked at Dipper. They both nodded, and Dipper opened the door a crack to check if the coast was clear.

Bill's eye stared in. "Hey, kids!"

They yelled. Dipper tried to slam the door; but Bill had already shoved his hand through. Fingernails painted with neon colors and black spirals clawed at the doorframe. He shouldered through the gap in the door, and then he was in the room, smiling much too wide and eyes fixed on them like helicopter spotlights on two wanted criminals. There was blood on his teeth. "Wow! Playing with poppets?"

Dipper upturned his suitcase and held it up like a shield. Mabel pointed a can of spray paint at Bill's face. Bill took a step closer and they took a step back.

"Pretty advanced trick for a couple of children your age," Bill said conversationally. "Not bad, not bad at all. Heck, I'm impressed you pulled it off! Although you didn't make a very smart choice of test subject." He stomped a foot twice.

Something in the nightstand thudded twice. The twins jumped. Bill laughed at them.

Mentally cursing himself for having flinched, Dipper straightened his back and glared at Bill. "You're just mad you got jerked around like a puppet! What's the matter, Bill—you can dish it but you can't take it?" Mabel looked at Dipper like he was crazy.

Bill's indulgent smile cracked, dropping into a snarl of rage. He shifted his weight toward them. Mabel dropped into a judo stance and Dipper sucked in a breath to shout for Stan.

Before anyone could launch a full attack, Mabel took a shaky breath in, forced a nervous smile, and said, "Bill, hey..." (His eyes snapped to her face like a predator that just heard a twig snap.) "This was—just a funny prank, and we're all cool? Right?"

"Mabel," Dipper muttered. "Shhh!"

But Mabel kept looking at Bill. "Right? Buddies?" She held up her arm, showing Bill her friendship bracelet.

Bill stopped and rocked back on his heels. He gave Mabel a long, hard look—like he was seriously considering whether to accept the reality she was inventing. "Yeah. Real funny." Smiling through grit teeth, he said, "You know—it's been a while since I've had my energy strung between two vessels. I didn't even know what that experience felt like for a human! Very interesting. Educational. And it was nice to feel weightless again for a second. Even if the landing was a little rough." He licked the blood off his teeth. One of the teeth shifted. "So—thanks so much for spicing up a boring night. It's been a real blast. Hasn't it." He stared at them like he expected an answer—and possibly like he planned to strangle whoever answered first.

Dipper and Mabel exchanged a look. Dipper shook his head slightly. Mabel looked Bill in the eyes again. "Yeah! Big blast. So, you're not... mad. Right? Nobody's mad!"

Bill stared her down for a moment longer; and then said, "Sure, kid! It's all fun and games!" He forced a laugh—and then another, longer one, hahhh, like he was exhaling all his rage. And just like that, he was back to normal. "I'll admit it—for a second there, you almost got me good! Not bad at all." He held out his hand insistently. "And now the game's over, so you're gonna give me that toy so I can neutralize it. Aren't you?"

Dipper bit his lip, looking past Bill toward the stairs. He could yell for Stan; there was no way Bill could kill them before reinforcements got here—

Mabel elbowed Dipper's side and whispered, "We can't keep it."

And she was right. Now that Bill knew about the doll, he'd be spending all his time plotting how to get past them to take it, and they wouldn't have a second's peace. Either he got it now, or he got it later. Bill wouldn't rest until the doll was out of their hands.

Because he was terrified of it. Why wouldn't he be?

"Yeah," Dipper sighed. "Game over."

"I'll get it." Mabel peeled just enough duct tape off the night stand to wiggle it open a crack and try to squeeze her fingers in. Bill stretched his hand toward Mabel, and the doll stretched an arm out of the drawer. Mabel flinched in surprise, but grabbed the arm and yanked the doll free.

"Ow." Bill grabbed his shoulder and rolled it gingerly. "Careful, kid, are you trying to dislocate my arm? I don't mind popping it back in, but eventually that socket's gonna wear out."

"Sorry! It was a tight squeeze." She held the doll over Dipper's suitcase shield. "Here."

Bill snatched it from her hand. "Thanks a million, star girl." He favored them both with his most nearly-charming, far-too-wide smile. "Good night, kiddos. Have sweet dreams."

"You too," Mabel said weakly.

Bill left. Dipper shut the door. He and Mabel both heaved a sigh of relief.

From the loft over the attic, Bartholomew called, "Is he gone?"

"What are you doing up there?" Mabel asked. "Barty-mew-mew the scaredy-cat."

"I'm not fighting that guy, I'm porcelain and he's crazy."

Dipper flopped on his bed and stared at the ceiling. "Welp. I'm gonna have nightmares about Bill chasing me up the stairs."

Mabel sat on her own bed. "He just wanted to terrify us. And to keep us from seeing we'd terrified him." She fingered the star beads on her friendship bracelet. "He wouldn't have hurt us, I'm sure of it."

"Wh—seriously? You don't think Bill—"

"I know! But he's changed a tiny bit! He'd hurt anyone else, but he won't hurt us," Mabel said. "Or—well, me, at least. But I think he'll leave you alone too if I'm with you!"

Dipper pushed himself up on his elbows to look at her. "If he'd caught us on the stairs, do you really think he wouldn't have tried to tear us apart?"

Mabel considered that; and then reluctantly admitted, "He wouldn't hurt me as long as he remembers he doesn't want to hurt me."

"Yeah, well. I wouldn't count on him remembering when he's mad." Dipper slid under his covers and rolled over. "Barty, can you get the lights?"

"Sure, one second." All the lights and lamps in the room flickered ominously; and then, with a sinister pop, snapped off without being touched.

"Thanks, man."

Mabel didn't climb into bed. She was staring at her fingernails. She'd painted them the same colors as Bill's; but she'd used a black marker to draw spirals on his, and he'd drawn stars and sloppy tiger stripes on hers. In the dark, the colors were all faded.

This time, just once, maybe she and Dipper were the bad guys. He might disagree—he'd actually been puppeted, maybe he saw this differently from Mabel—but that probably didn't make it okay to do it back to Bill just for fun. They should've saved the poppet for an emergency. And the cancan, she decided, was definitely too much.

She smoothed out her covers; then she pulled up her knees to her chest, hugged them, and stared thoughtfully down at Bill's face in the middle of her zodiac blanket.

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In the dark and quiet of the downstairs bathroom, Bill sat cross-legged on the toilet lid. He held the doll in his cupped hands. Soon, he'd disassemble it—but not yet. Tonight, it was his tool. He shut his eyes and focused on it.

There was the thinnest thread of energy, channeled through his shed hair, connecting this doll to him. He studied the thread, feeling it in his mind, exploring it, strengthening it—until he could almost feel it tugging on him.

And then he started psychically groping for similar connections.

He set the doll on the floor, on top of the drawing Mabel had given him.

His other eyes—the billions of depictions of his face scattered across this planet—weren't meant to be used in this dimension. They were designed like windows he could peer through from the Nightmare Realm; here on Earth, he was on the wrong side of the windows to see through them. And he wouldn't be surprised if the Axolotl had somehow found a way to blindfold them on top of that—after all, he seemed to have done the same to most of Bill's other abilities.

But Bill was resourceful, he was stubborn, and he didn't have anything better to do.

He focused all his energy on trying to feel the drawing the same way he felt the doll, searching for a connection between this body and that face—and he searched, and searched, and searched.

He wasn't sure how long he tried. At least a couple of hours. Straining, straining—for nothing. His head hurt.

What was the difference? The doll was shaped like him, the drawing was shaped like him. What did the doll have that the drawing didn't?

The hair. A bit of his flesh.

Bill knelt over the picture, studying it in the dark. He opened an eye wide, wiped a fingertip across the surface of his eyeball to collect his tears, and pressed it to the drawing's eye.

He could feel a thread of energy stringing from his eye to the paper.

He climbed back on the toilet lid, shut his eyes, and focused on that thread. With an effort that threatened to split his head in two, he pried open his inner eye. And then he was staring up at his own human form from the drawing on the floor.

His body was shaking. His head was throbbing. He wobbled dizzily on the toilet; and as he saw himself topple off, his trance broke, the vision disappeared, and he blacked out. White spots burst behind his eyes.

When he next opened an eye, the room was spinning. He shut his eye. It was several minutes before he could sit up without being sick. He leaned against the wall and let the sweat on his forehead and cheek soak the old wallpaper.

The white spots he'd seen as he passed out were his distant all-seeing eyes.

He'd done something tonight. That was good. But there was no way he was seeing through any other pictures like that. He needed something he could focus his power through, like an antenna.

He needed gold.

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(Last chapter of the year!! If you enjoyed, I'd love to hear y'all's thoughts & comments! Thanks!)

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fear-is-truth · 6 months

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hii 🫶🫶 can you write something about tate planning a really fun date for you?? i need to read something fluffy rn lol . Love your writing 🩷🩷

Tate Langdon x reader

𝐇𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧! 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞 || 𝐬𝐟𝐰 • 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟

✧. a/n ─ thank you anon for this cute request! i had so much fun writing this ~ i’m considering to write this into an one-shot (after my exams are done). xoxo, jackie

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✧. pairings ─ tate langdon x fem! reader

✧. genre ─ headcanons ⨾ fluff

✧. summary ─ it’s halloween, the one day of the year tate is able to go outside. he’s been planning this special date for you. in secret. for an entire month

✧. warnings ─ none, just fluff.

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october is tate’s month. that fact has already been established.

it’s the only month of the year that he insists on being the one to cross out the days on your calendar, counting down the days to halloween.

the concept of days doesn’t really matter to tate, since he’s stuck in the house for eternity. he only keeps track of hours and minutes, waiting for you to come home like a puppy.

so when you’re at school, he gets down to planning.

the date has to be perfect because you are his light and you deserve the absolute best.

he uses Google map on your computer to check out potential date plans, scrawling them down on a piece of paper:

e.g. coffee shops, record stores, an escape room, a haunted house, the halloween festival, etc.

all the while listening to the playlist you guys share— a combo of your favourites songs and his favourites.

when it’s nearly the time you come home, he wipes the search history; turns off the computer, and stuffs the paper in his jeans pocket.

then he sits on the foot of the stairs, patiently waiting for you to step through the front door, just like every other day.

he gives you a bear hug, mumbles “i missed you” into the crook of your shoulder. the two of you share a kiss.

{time skip to halloween!}

he buys your favorite drink from the coffee shop, and the two of you wander through the crowd of people at the halloween festival, holding hands the entire time.

the haunted house is purely for shits and giggles. you live in the murder house, for christ’s sake.

he had chosen that particular place because he wants to see you get spooked. that way, you’ll jump into his arms and he can protect you.

tate hides behind bushes or around corners to jump-scare a bunch of trick-or-treaters. (he’s so immature sometimes)

he raids the candy bowls that sits on people’s doorsteps.

“the note says: ‘take one’. you took like, five.”

“but y/n, it’s sour patch kids and snickers!! ooh just look at these skittles-”

��tate.”

“okay, hear me out: one for you, one for me, and addy, beau and rose, don’t forget your parents-”

the fact that he wore his cardigan with large pockets isn’t just pure coincidence. boy has a major sweet tooth, he needs extra space to store his loot.

you both end up leaving with stuffed pockets. which made you feel a bit guilty, but the adorable and smug smile tate gave you made it a bit better.

“see? stealing isn’t that bad~”

before you can argue, he unwraps a small hersey’s bar and stuffs it into your mouth to shut you up, laughing.

you sneak into the movie theater together, perfectly timed to see the final parts of the movie where the slasher brutally murders everyone. the candy you’ve stolen taken from earlier comes in handy.

tate has always been secretly fantasizing the two of you kissing/holding hands in a dark theater, like in those chick flicks you forced him watch together.

finally, he gets to fulfill that fantasy.

after the movie, everyone else leaves, while you two proceeds to make out during the rolling credits.

until the employee kicks you both out.

your sit next to each other at the beach, having deep, philosophical conversations while you listen to the sound of waves crashing against the shore.

which lead to cuddling, then a hot make-out session.

“tate?”

“yeah, y/n?”

“this is the best halloween i’ve ever had.”

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✧. a/n ─ english is not my first language, please tolerate the grammatical mistakes

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jedijesi · 6 months

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Phantom of the Spider Society

Miguel O'Hara x F!Reader

Main Masterlist

Warnings: Fluff, Smut, PiV, breeding kink, mask kink, size kink, choking, multiple orgasms, possessiveness, overstimulation

Word Count: 4k

Summary: You and Miguel celebrate Halloween with the Parkers dressed as The Phantom of the Opera and Christine, but seeing how incredible you are with Mayday, makes him realize he wants a family with you.

A/N: This is dedicated to @stclairesplace! All credit for the art goes to Marbipa on twitter! Happy Halloween!

The last time Miguel celebrated Halloween was with Gabriella, and before that, it was during his childhood. As he shared this with you, you couldn't hide your shock and disbelief. Halloween was, without a doubt, one of your favorite times of the year. The thought of not fully embracing the magic and fun of the season was almost inconceivable to you.

After months of pleading and coaxing your grumpy fiance, he finally agreed to join you in celebrating Halloween together in a couple’s costume. The excitement and anticipation in your heart were hard to contain, immediately meeting with LYLA to create your costumes.

"We've got to go, Mig!" you shouted from the living room, the excitement in your voice evident. "Peter B said Trick o' Treaters are gonna show up around now!"

"I feel ridiculous," Miguel grunted from behind the closed door.

"Just open the door and let me see," you urged with a playful tone.

The door creaked open, revealing the tall, muscular man who had reluctantly agreed to dress up for Halloween. Your heart pounded in your chest as your eyes studied the way his muscles were prominent in the tight button-up shirt and vest. The white mask, covering half of his face, added a sexy air of mystery to his ensemble. Miguel might have felt ridiculous, but you couldn't help but feel a rush of desire as you took in his costume.

“Phantom of the Opera? Really?” He teased.

You closed the gap, allowing your fingers to come up and dance across his chest. “Mmhmm.” You hummed, distracted by how hot he looked.

As Miguel stood there, his mind wandered away from his costume, and instead, he found himself studying your form. The way your breasts looked, pushed up by the corset you wore, left him in awe. "Mí Hermosa," Miguel whispered, his gloved hand tenderly cupping your cheek. "You're breathtaking," he murmured, his voice like a sweet melody in your ears.

Miguel slowly bent down, his lips seeking yours in a long and passionate kiss. His tongue gently nudged your lip, silently begging for entrance, and you willingly accepted, your mouths entwined in desire. The kiss quickly escalated, growing heated as your tongues explored each other with a hunger that couldn't be denied. The moan that escaped your lips blended with Miguel's. You could feel his cock grow hard in his pants against you, making you even more wet.

Reluctantly, you broke the kiss, though Miguel's lips continued to protest, capturing stolen kisses as you tried to regain your breath. "Miguel," you whined, your body quivering under his touch as he left hickies on your neck. "We can't," you moaned.

With all of his might, Miguel slowly backs away. “We should cancel.” He says breathlessly.

While canceling to fuck Miguel all night long sounded incredible, you shook your head no. “It’s Mayday’s first Halloween- it's our first Halloween. We gotta go.” Your frown matches Miguel’s.

“Fine.” He sighs, giving a tug to his trousers to relieve the pressure his hard-on was giving him. As you turn to grab the red rose to put in your hair, Miguel smacks your ass, unable to control himself.

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Queen, New York

Mayday's high-pitched screams filled the air as the hexagonal portal crackled to life in the hallway of the house.

"Hey!" Peter B shouted from the kitchen, his voice full of enthusiasm. "I'm glad you two could make it!"

As you and Miguel emerged from the portal, Peter B greeted you with open arms, his superhuman strength making the hug. He swept you up into an embrace, the excitement of the moment evident in his cheerful demeanor.

"Hi, Peter!" you giggled as you dangled in the air.

"Oooo! Phantom of the Opera?" MJ asked as she greeted you, her eyes lighting up with recognition.

"Mmhmm!" You nodded with a mischievous smile. "Specifically, The Point of No Return scene." You gestured to your costume, complete with dramatic makeup and Miguel’s mask.

Miguel couldn't help but raise an eyebrow as he took in the Parker’s costumes. "And what the fu- heck are you two supposed to be?" he asked, a reminder that there was a little girl at his feet.

Peter proudly lifted Mayday, showing her off. “Chucky!” Her wild red hair styled matched the murderous doll's.

MJ joined in, her voice playful. "So were her murder victims." She gestured to the plastic knives attached to their outfits, and fake blood dripping down their clothes.

Miguel slowly nodded, a mixture of amusement and unease in his expression. "That's a little creepy," he admitted, his eyes darting between the costumed trio.

DING DONG

Miguel smiled as he watched your face light up in the corner of his eye. “Trick or treaters!” You cheered.

For the rest of the night, you and Miguel took on the role of generous candy distributors, welcoming dozens upon dozens of excited children to the house as Peter and MJ took Mayday trick or treating. Your eyes sparkled with delight every time you spotted someone in costumes that resembled either yours or Miguel’s suits. You couldn't resist sneaking extra candy into their buckets, making Miguel chuckle each time. Miguel's heart swelled with affection as he watched you interact with the children, your playful nature and quick wit making them laugh and filling their faces with the most enormous smiles. He was captivated by your ability to connect with the young ones, and he couldn't help but imagine how incredible of a mother you would be one day.

As the night wore on, Peter B and MJ came home to make dinner. While they had their hands full, you hoped on Mayday duty. Miguel found himself admiring you even more. You had a natural way with Mayday as she would babble to you about nothing which you happily responded to converse together.

“Oh, I hear that!” You nodded your head in agreement as Mayday made angry noises.

“I agree! Your mom and dad are very selfish for eating your candy.” She continues to make random noises.

“Well to play devil’s advocate, I have heard a few rumors that you’ve been biting mom’s nipples.” You say giving her a playful scolding. “Maybe she deserves a fun-sized Snickers or two.”

Mayday screams before continuing her rant. “Hey, don’t get mad at me, I’m on your side, girlfriend!”

Amid the absurd conversation and playful banter, Miguel watched you from the other side of the room, his attention seemingly focused on Peter B's storytelling. But in reality, he was captivated by the way you effortlessly engaged with Mayday's imaginative nonsense.

He couldn't help but smile as he observed you, your eyes filled with amusement and affection as you encouraged and entertained the baby. It was a simple yet heartwarming sight that warmed his heart.

At one point, you found yourself dancing in the living room, holding a peacefully sleeping Mayday in your arms. Miguel couldn't resist the tender moment and walked up behind you, wrapping his strong arms around your waist. The two of you swayed together in this intimate moment, the love and warmth enveloping you like a cozy embrace.

To intensify the tenderness and affection in this moment, let's add more detail and emotion:

"I love you," Miguel whispered, his voice a gentle caress, as he held you in his arms, careful not to wake the peacefully sleeping baby.

You leaned your head further back, your ear pressed against his chest, allowing you to hear the rhythmic beating of his heart. "I love you, mi amor," you softly replied, your voice filled with warmth and love.

Carefully, you turned in his embrace, making eye contact with his handsome, half-masked face. A soft smile formed on Miguel's lips as he leaned down, his eyes filled with tenderness, and pressed a tender kiss to your lips. The world seemed to fade away in that moment, leaving only the two of you.

“Hey- oh sorry!” Peter covers his eyes as he interrupts your kiss.

“Yes?” Miguel says with a hint of annoyance in his voice.

“I was just gonna put Mayday down for the night while MJ stuffs her face with the leftover candy.” He says as he carefully takes the baby from your arms. “Thank you two again for helping out. Maybe we can do this again next time.”

“Of course, Pete.” You smile before putting the coordinate in your watch to go back home. “We should get going anyways.”

As the portal opened beside you, you walked up to Peter, affectionately kissing his cheek, and then Mayday's, who was still peacefully sleeping in his arms. Miguel gave Peter a nod of goodbye, a silent expression of gratitude for the memorable Halloween.

Before you and Miguel stepped into the portal, Peter spoke up with a mischievous grin. "Maybe next year, you guys will have a friend for Mayday to play with."

Peter’s playful comment caused a sudden rise of heat in your and Miguel's faces, the idea of expanding your family together making your hearts beat a little faster. With a shared glance and a knowing smile, you and Miguel stepped through the portal, leaving Peter and Mayday behind, his chuckle following you as you through.

As the two of you emerged from the portal, returning to the familiar living room of your penthouse, you couldn't help but turn around and jump on your tiptoes to reach Miguel's cheek. With a swift and gentle motion, you pressed a quick kiss to his cheek, catching the Spider-Man by surprise.

"Thank you for tonight," you whispered, your voice filled with warmth and tenderness.

As you turned to walk toward the bedroom, Miguel's hand shot out and grabbed your wrist, causing you to twirl around to face him. Before you could fully comprehend what was happening, his lips were on yours in a fiery and passionate kiss. The unexpected surge of desire and longing between you and Miguel ignited in that moment, the pent-up emotions from the night and the intensity of his desire, emitted through his lips.

"I wanna have a family with you," Miguel whispered against your lips, his voice filled with heartfelt longing.

You broke the kiss, your eyes filled with surprise and delight. "R-really?" you stammered, your heart pounding with emotion.

Miguel nodded, his smile growing wider with each passing moment. "Yes, mi amor. I love you more than anything. Seeing you with Mayday made me realize, I can’t wait any longer." His gaze was filled with love and hope. "What do you say?"

Your response was immediate, and your voice was filled with elation. "Yes!" you cheered, unable to contain your excitement. "I want it; I wanna have a family with you."

Miguel reciprocated your gleaming smile, his eyes shining with happiness and love. Without hesitation, he lifted you into his arms, holding you close as you’re lips molded together. Your legs wrapped around Miguel’s hips, trying to get as close as possible as he walked to of you to the bedroom.

As Miguel’s knees feel the bed in front of him, he slowly leans forward, to lay you on the bed. “Mine.” He moans as his lips move down to your neck.

Your moans cause Miguel’s cock to grow harder. Needing relief, he ruts against your clothed pussy. The sensation of him against your clit makes you gasp.

“Fuck, Mig!” You moan, bucking your hips for more.

“Patience.” He growls, biting and sucking your neck as his hands work to unlace the corset.

Miguel’s lips move to the top of your breasts, nipping at the soft skin. As he grows frustrated with the string of the corset, he gunts before saying, “I’m sorry, Hermosa. It was a beautiful costume.” You quirk your brow in confusion until sudden and loud tears fill the room as Miguel tears the corset and dress in half in one go before your panties.

You gasp in shock, only for it to become a moan as lips make quick work of your nipples. His mouth and tongue focus on one while his hand pinches and flicks the other before trading.

“Baby,” You whine.

“Yes, baby girl?”

“I need more.” You beg.

Miguel looks up at you as he sucks on your nipple. “Yeah? What do you need?”

“I need you to play with me.”

“I am.” He replies with a devious smirk.

“Fuck, baby, I need you to fuck me!”

Miguel shakes his head, bringing his lips back up to yours. “You're not ready for me, yet, pretty girl.”

You whimper as Miguel continues to rut into your core. Your hands move up to unbutton the tight vest and shirt as he passionately kisses your lips. Once his muscular chest and abs are exposed, your hands move south, tracing his v-line.

“Ah, ah, ah,” Miguel smirks into the kiss as your fingers attempt to unbutton his trousers. “These…” He takes your wrists into his hands. “Stay here.” He demands as he places them above your head.

As Miguel moves to take the mask off, you stop him. “Wait!” He cocks his head to the side in confusion. “C-can you keep it on?” You ask timidly.

Miguel smirks as he places it back over the side of his face. “You want me to fuck you in the mask?” He hums, causing your walls to flutter with excitement,

“Ye-yes, please.”

“Alright then, Chiquita,” Miguel whispers pressing a soft kiss to your lips.

Agonizingly slow, Miguel kisses down your naked body once again. “Fuck, Miguel.” You whine again as he massages your thighs.

He grins as become level with your soaked pussy. “Look at you, baby girl, you’re dripping for me!” Miguel groans as he licks his lips.

“Please,” You whimper, feeling his warm breath on your sensitive clit.

“Please, what?” Miguel innocently teases. “I can’t do anything until you tell me exactly what you want.”

“Please play with my clit! Make me cum all over your face and fingers! I need it!” You whine.

“Good girl,” Miguel growls before diving into your wet cunt, lapping up every drop of your arousal. “Fuck!” He moans into you as you squirm beneath him. “You taste so fucking good.”

Your legs shook with pleasure on Miguel’s shoulders. He ate you out like you were his last meal. “Ah, oh, fuck! Just like that!” You screamed as your hands gripped the bed sheets.

“Yeah?” Miguel moans into your clit, the vibrations adding to the stimulation. “You want my fingers, baby?” He asks as he teasingly guides a finger up and down the entrance of your pussy.

“Yes!” You beg. “Please, Miguel, plea- ah!” Miguel cuts you off, shoving his thick middle and ring finger into your soaking pussy.

Having memorized every inch of your body, he curls his fingers to play with your G-spot. He doesn't need to ask if he found it as your intensified moans and the way you arch your back into him, are enough to know he’s making you feel incredible.

“Come on, baby girl. I know you're getting close.” He says as his tongue flicks your clit. “I can feel your pretty pussy getting so tight for me.”

“Oh! Oh, fuck, Miguel! I’m so- so close, baby! Don’t stop.” You pleaded, feeling your orgasm nearing even closer.

“You can do it. Cum all over my fingers.” Miguel demands. “I need it. I need to taste you. I need to feel you cum around for me.”

Miguel’s words of encouragement are enough to break you, sending pleasure coursing through your body. Your moans echo through the penthouse, loud enough for any passing Spider-Person to hear how good Miguel is making you feel.

“Good girl.” Miguel coos as you calm down from your high. “So good for me.” He crawls back up your body to kiss you, allowing you to taste yourself on his lips.

“I love you.” You moan into his lips.

“I love you.” He replies before flipping you over onto your stomach. You let out a gasp in surprise as Miguel manhandles you. With your face in the bed and ass in the air, you feel his hands run along your skin, massaging and worshiping your body. “You’re so fucking perfect.” His voice was deep with lust. “Are you ready to take me, Hermosa?”

A shiver runs down your spine as you hear Miguel take his pants off and feel the head of his cock teasing your entrance. “Yes, baby, I need you to fill me up.”

“Good girl.” He groans as he pushes the head in.

It was hard to get used to Miguel’s size. His thick cock made you feel like a virgin each time he fucked you. He always took his time at the beginning, knowing you needed help taking all of him. After giving you a minute to adjust to his size, Miguel begins to slowly pump in and out. His head fell back in pleasure. He loved how tight and wet you are for him. Your moans, your body, your pussy, it was all so addictive.

“Fuck, baby,” Miguel moaned as he began to pick up pace. “You're so fucking tight!”

As much as you wanted to reply, you couldn’t, all you could do was drool and moan into the duve of your shared bed. His cock was deep inside of you, abusing your G-spot. Miguel had never fucked you like this before. It was different, it was passionate and desperate, and he had a mission.

“Baby,” Your voice was muffled as you were being fucked into the bed. “I- I’m so close.” You cried.

“You better fucking come for me.” Miguel reached down, wrapping his hand around your throat to keep your face out of the bed. “I wanna hear you scream my name, understand?”

“Y-yes!” You screamed as Miguel’s free hand moved from your ass to your swollen and sensitive clit. “Fuck!” You cried. “I’m cumming, Mig- Oh, fuck! I’m cumming, Miguel!”

Your pussy throbbed around Miguel’s cock, but he didn't stop. Suddenly, Miguel pulled out and flipped you onto your back. “Come here, baby girl.” He growled as he picked you up and moved to the wall-length window of the room. The city skyline illuminated your faces as Miguel slowly lowered you onto his cock.

The new angle caused you to let out a deep moan. “Oh- Ah! Miguel!” You screamed as Miguel suddenly went back to relentlessly fucking your sensitive pussy.

Miguel bit his lip as he watched you moan for him and felt your cum dripping down his cock. “That’s it, baby.” He moaned. “I need you to cum for me again, okay.”

Your limbs shook and twitched with the overwhelming amount of pleasure surging through your body. “Fuck, I’m not gonna last long.” You whined.

“I know, I know,” Miguel huffed. “Hang in there a little longer, your gonna feel so fucking good.”

Miguel could feel himself becoming all the more relentless as you started kissing his neck, his weak spot. The feeling of your tongue and lips working to mark him made his cock twitch. You felt it, you felt how much you turned him on.

“I need to cum.” You whimper against his neck.

“Cum.” He demands.

That's all it took for you to unravel on his cock once again. Miguel tried to hold off as best she could, but it was more difficult than he thought. He bit his lip, trying not to cum as your pussy throbbed and your moans sang his name.

As you came down from your high, Miguel walked back to the bed. He carefully lays you on your back with his cock hard inside you. He took your legs and laid them on his chest, wrapping his arms around them.

Miguel smirks down at you, feeling your pussy clench around him. “You like it when I fuck you like this, don’t you, baby girl?” Miguel purrs as he slowly rolls his hips, the head of his cock, brushing against your G-spot.

“Mmhmm.” Your eyes roll back in your head.

As Miguel slowly pumps in and out he says, “This time, I’m gonna fill you up with all of my cum. I’m gonna put a baby in you, Hermosa. Can you take my cum, pretty thing?”

Miguel’s voice was laced with lust, you couldn’t help but buck back into him. You may have cum three times already, but you needed it again. “Give me your cum.” Your eyes, heavy with lust look into his.

Before you knew it, Miguel was pounding on you. He loved watching your breasts bounce as he fucked you against his cock. “Oh fuck.” He moaned. “I need you so badly. I’m gonna cum so much.”

“Yes, yes, yes, I need it!” Your pleas made Miguel’s cock twitch, cum leaking out as he struggled to keep his load, his cock aching with cum.

“Shit! I- I need to cum, mí vida!” Miguel fell forward, trying to fuck you as deep as possible. With your knees now on his shoulder, you screamed. The new angle was even deeper than the others, exploring parts of you that were his. “Mine.” He growled in your ear, causing your walls to tighten even more.

“Ungh! Mi-Mig, I can’t hold it- ah! Fuck, I need to cum!” Tears from pleasure and overstimulation began to run down your cheek.

“Fuck! Cum with me, mí vida!” Miguel grunts. “I’m gonna fill you up.”

You cum around his cock, screaming Miguel’s name. Your powerful orgasm triggers Miguel’s. With animalistic grunts, cums, filling your pussy full of his warm cum. He slowly fucked you through your orgasm, prolonging the pleasure and making sure every drop was inside of you.

The two of you remained entwined in each other for a while, your breaths still heavy and labored from the intensity of your lovemaking. You pressed lazy kisses to each other's damp skin, savoring the taste and feel of each other. Whispers of sweet nothings were exchanged in between the tender kisses, the words flowing effortlessly from your lips as an expression of the overwhelming emotions you two felt in the moment. The sentiment was shared every few seconds, a constant affirmation of the boundless love that could hardly be contained within the walls of your shared space.

After a few perfect moments like this, Miguel slowly and carefully pulls out before taking off the mask and lying beside you. Miguel wrapped you in his strong arms, holding you close and secure, allowing you to rest your head against his chest. As you lay there, you listened to the beautiful rhythm of his beating heart, each steady thud like a soothing melody that resonated through your entire being.

In the warmth and safety of his embrace, you felt a profound sense of peace and belonging. "We gotta start thinking of some family costumes for next Halloween," Miguel whispered, his voice a gentle murmur that broke the comfortable silence between you.

You let out a giggle at his words, the idea of family costumes filling you with excitement. "Yeah?" you responded, your voice filled with playful curiosity.

Miguel nodded, his eyes shining with affection and a touch of mischief, even as exhaustion threatened to overtake him. "The O'Hara's costumes need to beat the Parkers," he said with a smirk.

You couldn't help but smile at his playfulness. Looking up into his eyes, you whispered, "I love you, Miguel."

Miguel leaned in, his exhaustion momentarily forgotten as he pressed a passionate kiss to your lips. "I love you, mi vida.”

A/N: I hope you enjoyed! This was inspired by my bestie @stclairesplace ilysm! ur my muse!

#jedi jesi #miguel ohara fanfiction #miguel o’hara x reader #stclairesplace #miguel ohara x female reader #miguel x reader #miguel o’hara kinktober #kinktober #miguel o’hara fanfiction #miguel o’hara x female reader

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roseglazedlens · 6 months

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I lieu of October coming up, how would some of the resident evil characters spend Halloween with the reader? ♡♡♡

𝗛𝗢𝗪 𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗬 𝗦𝗣𝗘𝗡𝗗 𝗛𝗔𝗟𝗟𝗢𝗪𝗘𝗘𝗡 ✧.*

┇LEON S. KENNEDY┇CARLOS OLIVEIRA┇ETHAN WINTERS┇ ┇CLAIRE REDFIELD┇ASHLEY GRAHAM┇ADA WONG┇ content: SFW! Ada's part is slightly suggestive! a/n: thank you for the request! I had problem with some of these for a while, but with halloween around the corner i found the festive vibes for this!! hope you enjoy, dear! thank you for requesting again!! « masterlist┇reblogs appreciated! »

LEON S. KENNEDY

Leon doesn't usually dress up. It's out of the way for him to do so usually. But he can be bribed with a good meal and hug.

Old man thinks he's too cool to enjoy Halloween. But he actually really enjoyed dressing up in his low budget vampire suit from the discounted section of a Halloween store.

This is the only time in the year he would slick back his hair with gel in spite of how you think it looks really good on him, framing his features and accentuating his blue eyes. He is very stubborn and likes his hair down.

Now he wears the same costume every year. So much that you're getting really sick of it. He insists that it makes him look good (and it does)

He tries to act cool, but he hates horror movies. When you are watching it together, his hand will be clasping your arm tight, shaking a little.

"Are you sure you don't want to watch something else?" You would ask, and he would respond with: "Pfft. Me? I'm not scared at all."

CLAIRE REDFIELD

Halloween is Claire's favourite holiday! She LOVES it.

And so does the kids in her neighbourhood. She always has a huge smile on her face with trick or treaters, will compliment everyone's costumes and give away extra treats.

I see her going all out for Halloween parties. She learnt SFX makeup and a bit of sewing so that her costumes and make-up are really scary.

Which is a stark contrast with her brother, Chris. He thinks dressing up is a chore and a waste of time. When he does dress-up, it's always in uniform (e.g. firefighter, cop). He thinks it makes him look cool. (He's not wrong but, what is up with Chris and uniforms?)

Already planned out her costumes for the next five years (Ideas keep changing too). She definitely wishes there are more days in Halloween because she has so many ideas.

CARLOS OLIVEIRA

Carlos is a menace during Halloween.

In no way is Carlos the best at making costumes or doing scary make-up, but Carlos is very creative.

Years ago, Carlos disguised himself as a stuffed doll sitting on the porch. Gave all the kids the fright of their life. He will watch them scram away in fear, and bellows a laugh. (traumatising kids is his favourite pasttime)

Another year, he devised a mechanism that springs up a shadowed figure anytime someone rings his doorbell.

He became infamous in his neighbourhood for his antics, and it's now an attraction for both kids and grown-ups every Halloween.

I also see him and Claire becoming really good friends from their united love for Halloween!

ASHLEY GRAHAM

I headcanon Ashley to crochet, so with Halloween coming, I see her crocheting a spooky themed sweater top, or a granny square bag to embrace the season.

I think Ashley loves to host Halloween parties. With the size of her dad's house, she can accomodate a lot of friends. Often going over the top with themes and decorations.

This year's theme is Harry Potter. She custom ordered a 3 metre (10 feet) tall animatronic of a Dementor in her party and everyone loved it!

She also loves bingeing spooky movies during Halloween. Ashley loves horror movies so much! I don't see her screaming at horror movies, she has grown an immunity to them from watching too many.

ETHAN WINTERS

We already know Ethan has meticulously planned for Halloween almost a month in advance just for Rose.

He is determined to make Rose experience the best childhood, and that includes Halloween too.

Ethan loves matching costumes (would never admit it though), especially with Rose and you too.

When he finishes dressing up Rose, he snaps a million pictures of her, claiming he will show it to Rose when she's all grown up. And Rose will say "Dad, I don't want to take any more photos. The treats are gonna run out!"

Very protective. If anyone has a scary costume, he will steer Rose away from the scary man. Same for people who are underdressed, or is just generally creepy. Not on his watch.

ADA WONG

Halloween is not Ada's cup of tea. She goes out of her way to avoid going out during these days.

For trick or treaters, she leaves a candy bowl on her porch for kids to help themselves. Ada enjoys seeing the silly costumes the kids wear, but she despises interacting with them.

If you are special to Ada, she will put on a sexy Halloween outfit in the privacy of your quarters just for you. She won't take responsibility for whatever you guys might do afterwards. But those are just for your eyes only.

Ada watches horror movies with a blank face. At this point, nothing phases her anymore. I think she'll find them boring and slightly frustrating, with the stupid things the protagonists do to get themselves in danger. She rather watch true crime instead.

thanks for reading! come check out my other works. —yours truly, rose. tags: @valsthea @kennedyswhore @emilzke @daydreamrot @j3llyd0nut @ovaryacted @obsolescent © roseglazedlens — please do not repost, plagiarise, or feed to ai.

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bagelrites · 6 months

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Happy (early) Halloween!

Trick or treaters, feel free to grab a candy from the bowl, but only take one so there's enough to go around :)

I got you guys the Munchy Mix Variety Pack, so we got Dream Lemon-Lime Drops, GNF Gummyshrooms, Sapnap Spicy Jawbreakers, Badboy Devil's Chocolate, Awesam Creeper-Crunch Rock Candy, Hannah Rose-Swirl Taffy, Sylvee Sweet Honey Licorice Braids, Ant-Frosty Peppermint Patties, and a whole bunch of Sour Skeppy Bites!

#dtblrtot2023 #(im a sideblog so I can't send you guys doodles back but I made this)#dream team #munchy crew #muffinteers #dreamwastaken #georgenotfound #sapnap #badboyhalo #skeppy #awesamdude #antfrost #hannahxxrose #sylvee #my art

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violetlunette · 1 month

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Ideas for Villainous Characters for your Yuusona / Ocs in Twisted Wonderland

To help fanfic writers and artists, I thought I’d make a list of characters/items that creators could use to make their own twst characters. Feel encouraged to add if you have any ideas as well! The bigger the list, the better!

These are all things that present a challenge to the heroes in the Disney films or are connected to an antagonistic force, such as the poison apple being connected to the Evil Queen, or are just shown in a wicked light, such as the vultures from the same movie who just follow the queen looking devious.

Below are things that feature from some of the other animated movies that aren't featured in the main story line. (Not all the movies but I'll get to them.)

Live action, games, and etc. will get their own list eventually.

Peter Pan:

*Captain Hook

*Smee

*Any of the other Pirates

*Tik-Tok the Crocodile (debatable)

*The Mermaids (They literally said their intentions were to DROWN Wendy when they first meet her. I'm counting them)

*Tinkerbell (Debatable, but considering she tricked her friends into trying to murder a child, then betrayed her friends to vicious pirates with the only price being not to harm PETER, I’m counting her here. And--even though she “redeems” herself and is labeled a “hero”--she’s primarily an antagonistic force towards Wendy throughout the movie.)

The Indians (Again, debatable, but they were going to kill a bunch of kids)

The Jungle Book:

*Shere Khan

*Kaa

*King Louie (debatable)

*Louie’s monkeys

Sword in the Stone:

*Mad Madam Mim

*The pike fish

*The hawk

*The wolf

Cinderella:

*Drizzella

*Anastasia

*The Key Tremaine uses to lock Cinderella away

*The clock which awoke Cinderella from her dreams and ticked down to end the spell

Pinocchio:

*The Coachman

*Stromboli

*Lampwick (debatable)

*Monstro (Note: This is the name of Azul’s lounge)

*Pleasure Island itself (Note: stated to be a location in the Playful Land Event. However, I argue this as that was NOT Pleasure Island. Pleasure Island was a place that tempted you to be your worst and then cursed you for it. Playful Land just had you drop your guard and use rules against you. It’s basically just a Disney remake.)

The Black Cauldron:

*The Horned King

*The Black Cauldron

*The Wyrms

*The Witches

*Goblin Dude

*The skeleton warriors

Robin Hood:

*Prince John

*Hiss

*The Sheriff of Nottingham

Beauty & The Beast:

*The Enchantress (debatable)

*Leboff

*The Asylum Doctor

*The Wolves

*The Rose that counts down how long The Beast has to fall in love (Debatable)

Mulan:

*Shaun Yu

*The Falcon

*The Huns

*The Avalanche (debatable)

Pocahontas (no connection to history, please):

*Radcliff

*The “drums” of war

*The settlers (debatable in the film)

*Kokocum (debatable)

The Hunchback of Notre Dame:

*The Flames from Hellfire

*The Robed Figures

*Clopin and the Romani People (debatable. They did try to hang the heroes, after all.)

Nightmare Before Christmas:

*Oogie Boogie

*Jack Skellinton (Debatable)

*The Trick or Treaters

*The Doctor

*The creepy doll

*Snake that ate the Christmas Tree

*Oogie’s bugs

#twst #twisted wonderland #mine #twst ocs #twisted wonderland oc #twsited wonderland #twistedwonderland #twst wonderland #yuusona #twisted wonderland yuu #twst oc #twst yuu #ramshackle prefect #villain list #villain ideas

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crossroadsghost · 3 months

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fargo s5 details i have noticed on rewatch:

-munch's differences in body language/behavior/violence around men vs around women is so pronounced and tangible when you pay attention. even when he's supposed to be helping abduct dot, he hands the hammer off to donald instead of wielding it himself, and the only time in the rest of those scenes he ever touches her is when she's at the bottom of the stairs and he goes to pick her up. he kills the guard outside roy's house, but doesn't lay a finger on karen or the twins when he goes into their room. i can't actually think of any time he's violent towards women.

-munch's blood type is mentioned to be O negative, which is universal donor. fitting for a sin eater to have blood that can be exchanged to save anyone.

-sam spruell has such long eyelashes

-at the scene where ole munch is waiting at the gas station to kill gator's partner, the final lyrics of "this is halloween" to play are "i am the one hiding under your bed, teeth ground sharp and eyes glowing red/i am the one hiding under your stairs, fingers like snakes and spiders in my hair." given the visual emphasis on ole's teeth and hands, i assume it's meant to be a comparison to him

-one of the street signs dot rearranges is named nylund circle. rose nylund from the golden girls is supposed to be from minnesota. whether it was intentional or not, it made me giggle.

-subtitles say ole munch's original name was bryn.

-the symbol on ole munch's chest during his ritual looks like the Peorð/ᛈ symbol from the elder futhark, a rune that has unknown meaning. the rest of the symbols shown are invented, so this could be a coincidence.

-"ring the door bell pretending to be trick or treaters and grab whoever answers" is literally how they catch santa in the nightmare before christmas movie. i'm still not sure what they were driving at with so many TNBC references in this season.

-there's gotta be a reason danish has one eye and lorraine's husband is named wink, but i don't know what that reason is.

-crack theory time: danish is wayne's real father. wink is so busy drinking and playing with models he would never notice. danish refers to wayne as slugger, and wayne refers to scotty as slugger, which implies something. it would also explain some of danish's emotional investment in the family and willingness to try to save dot with or without permission from lorraine--it's not only lorraine's feelings he cares about. and it's only after lorraine finds out that danish disappeared on the ranch that she decides to go full tilt against roy--she wasn't willing to go that far for dot, but she is for danish? maybe this isn't a crack theory at all actually.

-donald trump in the chat on roy's livestream lmao

-it feels like the dugout is meant to be a metaphor for . . . violence? trauma? manhood, patriarchy? okay i'm not exactly sure, but it's where munch performs the ritual, where witt dies, where gator has to pass through to get home and injures himself as he goes, it's where roy escapes to and says, "my destiny is at the other end of that tunnel." there's some significance to it.

-i don't adhere to the theory that the ending is a dream/delusion/afterlife/whatever, but if it is, i think it starts in the moment when the fbi rolls up on dot as she's about to kill roy, not in the backseat of the fbi vehicle. IF i supported this theory i would say they shot dot and killed her because she was holding the gun, and everything after is unreal. but i don't really support that theory to begin with, so eh.

-lorraine occupies the same metaphorical-and-literal narrative space as munch, of being a device of debts paid and owed, of use and abuse through the concept of debt, but she exists at the other end of the scale. she represents the eternal "ruling class" in both a literal and metaphorical sense, just as munch represents an eternal "oppressed class" in both a literal and metaphorical sense; he is forced to take on the debts of others because he's powerless, lorraine claims the debts of others to be empowered by them. i don't think we're meant to see her as a redeemed girlboss; she's supposed to be an implacable force of nature, and sometimes awful people like roy get swept up in that tide too, but that doesn't mean she's on anyone's side but her own. it's just that now she sees dot as "belonging" to her, and she protects what belongs to her.

-when they're praying at the dinner table and the prayer ends munch does not let go of dot's hand; she has to pull her hand away from his. thisisfine.jpg

-a charting of ole munch's life: we know he was born in wales, but uses a scandinavian name and mentions crossing the sea in longboats. vikings did know how to travel by water from scandinavia to greenland to canada, but they had basically stopped doing this completely by the 1500s; idk if we're meant to believe ole hitched a ride on an ill fated expedition or what, but technically they did know how to get there, they just had given up on attempting to colonize it, so the timeline is a little wonky there. regardless of that, the indigenous groups he mentions are the cree, arapaho and tonkawa, which were primarily in canada, colorado, and oklahoma, respectively. judging by this, he left wales and traveled north to adopt a new identity in scandinavia (sin eaters were treated as pariahs in their communities, so that's presumably why he left), then at some point sailed across to canada, then traveled west across canada, then south through colorado, then on to oklahoma. the tonkawa were forced south into texas in the 1700s, but then were relocated back to oklahoma later; during the civil war they were heavily massacred, so it could be that is what he's referring to when he talks about "the cannons and the muskets," but the timeline on when he actually lived with them is wobbly too. it's all kinda vague and the timeline is a little weird but not unfeasible.

-all throughout the final scenes, ole refuses to eat or drink anything the lyons give him- he doesn't actually drink either the orange soda or the beer wayne gives him, and when he's describing the "sins of the rich," he pushes his untouched plate of chili away without tasting it. like maybe he's convinced this is all a big trick; that the last time people brought him into their home and gave him a plate of food, it condemned him. ergo, the biscuit is more than just a gesture of forgiveness from dot; for him, taking a bite was also a gesture of trust in her. ow oof my heart.

#television #fargo #fargo fx #fargo season 5

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bettertwin9000 · 6 months

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Trick or treat!

*outside the door there’s a tall (incredibly tall. Maybe even too tall) pink-haired woman wearing a mushroom-patterned sunhat and with antlers (upon longer investigation, you realize that the antlers are some sort of fungus, the ‘points’ are instead mushroom caps) sprouting from her forehead. Her golden eyes turn on you and there’s the slight sinking feeling that you get whenever you remember your own mortality.*

“Oh! Hello there, little one!”

*the woman continues to act like a grandmother opening her door to trick or treaters, complimenting your costume and the like, she even pats you twice on the head. She smells like old (slightly rotting) roses. You blink, and she’s gone, although your bucket is a few mushroom gummies heavier.*

I AM ABSOLUTELY FLABBERGASTED BY THE ENCOUNTER - THOUGH MORE SO IN AWE RATHER THAN FEAR.. WHO WAS SHE..? SHE REMAINS IN MY THOUGHTS THROUGHOUT THE DAY.. ESPECIALLY AS I EAT THROUGH HER MUSHROOM GUMMIES.

#rottmnt #rottmnt donnie #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise donnie #unpause rise of the tmnt #rise of the tmnt #rottmnt leo #rise leo #disaster twins #save rise of the tmnt

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rose022 · 6 months

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trick or treat!

sorry i took so long to answer i was trick or treating irl lol

look. i haven't watched ninjago in years so you just get weezer. and the best cake ever

#rose rambles #ask rose!#rose trick or treaters

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candiedkinks · 6 months

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((catered homestuck halloween size thoughts:

mad scientist mom lalonde experimenting on rose and enlarging her to monstrous scale

alt scenario of mad scientist mom lalonde and her getting shrunken by her lab assistant jade

full werewolf jade going on a growing feral rampage

candy living up to her name and ending up on a piece of candy she's handing out to trick or treaters

#ooc #macromicro //

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chungledown-bimothy · 6 months

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Trick or treat!! 🎃

Every time I've gotten a trick or treater, I've rolled a d20. I'm not saying what the nat 1 is yet, but i did just roll a nat 20.

A metal rose, for you, my friend 💜 (please don't punch me)

#i am. so bad at taking pictures of myself. so im sorry about that lol #trick or treat

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circusgoth-dotcom · 6 months

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Cider's Nightmare

Ship: None/setting up Oogie Boogie x Cider

Word Count: 1355

Summary: A month has passed since James, now known as Cider, became a resident of Halloween Town. He's been enjoying his time and has practically free reign of the place with Jack's permission, except for one rule: don't trust and try not to fraternize with Oogie Boogie and his henchmen. Unfortunately, Oogie's Boys have other plans. Ask to add CWs if needed.

Tag List: @canongf @futurewife @rexscanonwife

It had been a month- or roughly that, he guessed -since James, now having taken on the nickname of Cider, had become a member of Halloween Town, one of many afterlives. While his living body lay in a comatose state in the land of the living, his soul remained here, experiencing an extended free trial of death. Part of him hoped they would eventually pull the plug on him so he could remain in this place forever. Never had he felt more at home than on these cobbled streets, among these oddly friendly monsters. His closest friend, of course, was Jack Skellington, the Pumpkin King and Halloween Town’s highest authority.

Besides Jack’s kindness and guidance in Cider’s new life, he had only ever laid down one real “rule” for him to follow: don’t put too much trust in the trick-or-treaters known as Lock, Shock, and Barrel, and certainly put the least amount of trust in their boss, Oogie Boogie. Jack had been reluctant to tell him anything beyond that they had been trouble in the past. While he was typically a merciful ruler, Oogie Boogie had overstepped his boundaries far too often to be a welcome presence any longer. Unfortunately, this warning wasn’t enough to keep them from crossing paths with these outcasts.

Ever since he had come to this land, he had been fascinated with the Holiday Trees, the portals in the forest that connected these realms to each other. He had taken up the habit of venturing out to them to draw them after Sally had gifted him a sketchbook as a sort of housewarming gift. Today, he was drawing another piece depicting the Halloween door, unaware of prying eyes… until a branch snapped behind him. He whipped around, fumbling with his sketchbook and pencil. As it slipped from his hands, it fell into the waiting arms of the devil-masked trick-or-treater, who chuckled mischievously and bolted off.

“Hey!” Cider could scarcely react as the other two children appeared from behind the trees, trailing after their accomplice. “That doesn’t belong to you!”

“If you want it back-” The devil started, “You’ll have to catch us!” The witch called before the three of them cackled at their target’s misfortune. Anxiously, Cider looked back in the direction he came from, then ran after them.

“You better stop it right now or I’ll tell Jack, and he won’t be very happy with you!”

“Oooh!”

“I mean it!” With a yelp, Cider suddenly tripped over a root and began tumbling down a small slope while the trick-or-treaters raced ahead. Grunting as he regained his bearings, he watched as they ran off to a large, rotted treehouse in the distance. Seeing no other choice but to follow them, he brushed himself off and continued forward. Glancing up at the sky, there was no way to be sure of how long he had been gone. That was the one thing he couldn’t quite stand about this otherwise welcoming place. Time didn’t really exist, at least not in the way he was used to.

At the base of the tree, he found a pulley system that would take him to the top. He paused beside it, calling up, “You know, if you’d just come down and give me back my sketchpad, you might be able to stay in Jack’s good graces!”

All that answered him was a slight breeze and a far-off crow call.

“Fine. I’ll get it myself.” He huffed as he climbed onto the platform and pulled the lever. It swayed and creaked as it rose, and though he knew he couldn’t truly get hurt here, it gave him unease. As he entered the treehouse, the children couldn’t be found. It was a dark and messy place with three beds, each labelled with the children’s names. Lock’s bed appeared to be a sleeping bag thrown on top of a large beanbag chair, draped with a moth-eaten quilt. Shock’s bed was the closest to that of a human child’s, the headboard decorated with black cats. Finally, Barrel’s bed was a patchwork hammock, in which a skeleton doll was left.

“Hello?? You can’t hide forever you know… ugh, where the Hell could they have gotten off to?” He stepped further into the house, peeking around corners and keeping his ears pricked for any kind of movement, but it was as if they had disappeared into thin air. At the very back of the house, he found a chute, surrounded by burned-out candles. What on Earth…?

Sighing and kneeling in front of the chute, he stuck his head inside and called out, wincing as his voice echoed loudly back into his ears.

“Now!” Shock’s voice cried from behind, and suddenly he was being shoved down the long metal pipe, just big enough for him to fit. He screamed as he slid head-first, winding around the old tree and smashing into every corner before dipping below the surface and crashing his way into the chamber below.

The wind was knocked out of him as he landed on something solid. He was quickly followed by his sketchpad and pencil as he felt them bounce off of his back and clatter to the floor. Wheezing, Cider rolled over and attempted to sit up, rubbing his stomach as he looked around the dark room.

“Well, well, well, what have we here?” A booming voice made his hair stand on end. He half-gasped as a hulking figure made of what appeared to be a burlap sack entered the room. “A new plaything, perhaps?”

“You… must be Oogie Boogie…”

The sack grinned as he approached. “My reputation precedes me! Yes, I am, but where are my manners?” He chuckled and flicked a switch. The lair blazed with orange lights, revealing a heavily casino-inspired theme. “Welcome! Make yourself comfortable.~ What do they call you, cutie?”

As Oogie Boogie began to circle the platform Cider sat upon, he struggled to keep his eyes on him. “Cider… Jack warned me about you.”

If the monster had eyes, Cider was sure he would have rolled them as he scoffed. “Oh, I’m sure he did… but we don’t have to talk about him, it’s been so long since I had a guest! Is this yours?” He picked up the sketchbook.

Cider’s frustration with the whole situation began to boil to the surface. He held out his hands. “Yes, and I’d appreciate it if you gave it back, please. If it wasn’t for your little gremlins, I wouldn’t be in this mess. I want to go back to town.”

“Oh, but you’ve only just arrived! I can’t let you leave on an empty stomach, and luckily for you, there’s still some snake and spider stew left!”

As Oogie was talking, Cider attempted to snatch the sketchbook out of his “hand,” but it was swiftly yanked out of his reach. “Ah-ah-ah, you’re not getting this back until I’ve been a proper host. That, or you can stay in a cage until someone comes to get you, and let’s face it, Jack probably hasn’t even noticed you’re gone.”

Colour pooled in his cheeks. “You’re wrong! I bet there’ll be a search party out in the woods any minute, now! Why don’t you save yourself some trouble and just let me go?”

“Because that wouldn’t be any fun, now, would it? I promise no damage will come to your precious book in the meantime. Cross my heart and hope to die, stick a needle in my eye.” As he recited the rhyme with the corresponding movements, Cider could see no other option but to comply with Oogie Boogie’s “hospitality.” Seeing them accept their fate, Oogie Boogie turned and bustled off, presumably to serve the stew. Cautiously, Cider climbed down from the platform, looking up at the chute they had fallen through; too high to attempt to scramble back up it. Why oh why did Lock, Shock, and Barrel feel the need to lure him here and what could Oogie Boogie possibly want with his company? Was it all just for their entertainment? Jack had said Oogie was dangerous and unpredictable. Cider hoped he would be rescued soon.

#self shipping #self shipping community #safeshipping #self insert #self insert x canon #self x canon #oc x canon #self insert oc #gay self ship #trans self ship #circus scripts #🐛Lovebug🐛#🧸🍂.s/i

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