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screaminglygay · 6 months

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KINKTOBER day 7

pairings: clown!carol danvers x fem!reader

summary: everybody is talking about this amazing show, so you needed to check it up for yourself.

warnings: smut!!!, public play, edging, teasing, dirty talk, fingering, mentions of anal, sucking fingers, kinda dom!carol x sub!reader, intoxication!, alcohol (one drink, but strong one), not proofread

word count: 2.5k

an: sooo, here it is, we´re almost in the end, i feel like this carol is really clumsy and cocky, which was fun to write, it´s not that long cuz my motivation is no where to be found, but i promise the last fic will be fire!:P thank you for reading!

(italics = your thoughts)

!MDNI!

Enjoy this spooky season and be safe!

“Step right up and prepare to be dazzled by the spectacular world of the Femme Fatale Circus! Under the grand, colorful tent that stretches towards the sky, a mesmerizing extravaganza awaits you. The Femme Fatale is more than just a one-time occurrence, it's a lifetime's trip into a thrilling and positively stimulating place. So come on in and have fun!” Was heard from the big speakers next to the many food trucks there.

As you fully enter the circus grounds, you're immediately greeted by the enticing aroma of popcorn and cotton candy, setting the tone for the entertainment. The lively atmosphere is electric, with children's laughter and adults' chatter filling the air.

Before the show started, you decided that you wanted to have something to drink, so you went to this food truck area, where anything you could think of, was there.

Because you´re too indecisive, it took you a while to choose, what you wanted to drink. But after some minutes, you finally bought a cherry vanilla drink, called "Sweet possesion" which you found later on that had 27% of alcohol in it. It was the worse type of drink, too sweet to realize that it has some alcohol. And of course you didn´t eat the whole day, so the affect was very quick.

As you turn around to walk back, you realize that all of the people, who were there with you just a minutes ago, were now no where to be found. Maybe the show have already started.

So you quickly tried make your way back, until something caught your eye. You stopped and tried so see what it was, or who it was.

And because the alcohol started working on empty stomach you didn´t second thought anything at all. And of course you had to see what or who it was.

As you were walking behind the food trucks, you stumbled over various cables, pieces of wood, and other debris scattered on the ground, making it a rather hard path to navigate. When you made your way to the back of the tent, you didn´t see anyone or anything, that got your attention before, util you hear what sounded like a horn of an ice cream truck.

Oh man, I´d like some ice cream.

What your drunk self desired, you´re drunk self will get. So after following that noice, you notice a big ice cream truck with a lady dressed as a clown. But as soon as you come closer, she spoke, "I´m sorry, we´re out, hun."

"Ah man, really? You don´t have even one last ice cream, I could buy?" You were genuely really sad, you really creaved some chocolate chip cookie.

"Everything is sold out. Sorry." She noticed how sad you´ve looked and she hated it, she´s a clown, she is supposed to make people laugh, not the other way around, "but if you come with me, I could look if there is anything back in the freezer, I´m very positive we will find something." She smiled at you.

"Really? That would be perfect!" You waited for her to come out of her food truck. Her costume is a delightful riot of colors, mix of reds, yellows, and blues. The oversized polka-dotted bowtie around her neck adds a touch of whimsy, and her suspenders hold up her dotted pants. Despite the playful outfit, her natural beauty shines through, her sparkling captivating eyes and radiant smile contrasting with the costume. Her makeup was also on point, nothing too loud, just simple makeup with a red nose on top of the whole look.

"Aren´t you supposed to be in the tent? You know, the show already started." The blonde lady giggled.

"I wanted something to drink and now I want ice cream, I´ll watch the show after my needs are secured." You giggled as the alcohol now hitting your system like a train.

"Oh?" The clown laughed, but you could sense that this was her genuine laugh, it didn´t felt forced at all. "Secured your needs? I can tell that you already managed the first one." She smiled at you as you two walked back into the circus tent. You could hear the thrilling show has already begun, with the crowd's excitement and the mesmerizing music filling the air.

"Are we in the backstage now?" You looked at the woman in front of you.

"You could say that, yes." She nodded and looked at you. "What?"

"This was one of my childhood dreams, see the backstage of a circus. It´s... not what I´ve imagined, but still very amazing!" You looked around as you notice all the colorful mess everywhere, many costumes, props, wigs, cages and lots of other circus tools.

"Well I´m glad I could be at your service." The clown smiled and opened a freezer. "Would you like a vanilla, chocolate-" before she could continue with describing what flavors are avalible, you cutted her off.

"Oh my god! Really? Um... do you have a chocolate chip cookie by any chance?" You were so happy, that there are some ice creams left.

"Yup, the last one," the blonde took it from the freezer and gave it to you.

"Thank you so much, how much is it?" You looked at her, already with the ice cream in your mouth.

"It´s on me." She winked.

"What? Are you sure? I could pay it-" This time she cutted you off.

"Let´s just say that I´m here to make all of your childhood dreams come true. Sounds good?" She chuckled at you, seeing the chocolate on your chin.

"Very." You nodded.

As you were eating the ice cream the clown just stared at you, with a smile on her face. She once again made someone´s day better, she´s wondering when it will be her turn, of being the one taking cared of.

It didn´t took you long to finnish the ice cream and when you did, you notice the look on the lady´s face. "I´m sorry, are you okay?"

She immediately smiled, but you could tell it was fake. "Of course, hun. I am," she stepped closer and wiped the chocolate on your chin.

"You know, I don´t even know your name, but I know one thing..." You threw the wooden stick into the thrash can, hoping she didn’t notice the blush on your face.

"And what´s that?" You definitely got the clowns attentions now.

"You´re a shitty liar." You giggled.

"Oh? Is that so?" She tilted her head.

"Yup, pretty much," you smiled at her, "even clowns needs their time to be sad sometimes," you added.

"There are some sad clowns." The blonde pointed out.

You just groaned and came closer to her. "I don´t mean it like that..." you looked at her waiting for her name.

"Sunny, Sunny the clown." She siad, what seemed like an automatic answer.

"I meant your real one."

"Carol." She mumbled out. "I´m basically breaking the clown law right now."

"What law exactly? That you can´t tell me your real name?" You tilted your head.

"Basically yeah, plus I let you come to the backstage and I gave you free stuff." Carol chuckled.

"So you´re basically a criminal, because of me. How noble of you." The drink made you very flirty and you didn´t mind it at all. And neither did Carol.

"But the real question now, can I help you? Somehow, anyhow. Let´s say as the payback for the icecream." You smiled at her, genuinely want to help her, even if it´s just a talk.

The circus show is still in full swing, the resounding cheers of the crowd and the lively music reaching your ears, as you´re standing basically next to it.

"The icecream was on me, like I´ve said before."

"And like I´ve said-" you finished your whole drink now, "is there anything I can do to make Carol be happy Carol without having to fake it?" Your whole sentence was rambled out, due to you trying to absorb the sweetness of the drink.

"I have few things in my mind." Carol smirked and stepped closer to you, then laughing it off right away.

"I mean... if it would help." Now it was your turn to move closer to her, very close.

"Oh?" Carol was shocked by your answer, since you didn´t looked like someone that outgoing, but one drink can do a lot.

"Oh." You smirked and met her gaze.

"That would certainly help." The two of you were so close that you berely whispered.

"I think so too." Since when are you this flirty? That drink must have been strong strong.

Before either of you could say anything else your lips crushed into hers. The time seemed to slow down, and your lips met in a tender, sweet kiss that felt like a gentle caress of two ladies who broke the "clown law" once again. But it was a moment filled with affection and genuine connection, that the both of you felt. Thanks to your drink, you had the courage to do such a thing.

As much as you were trying to fight over being the dominant one, Carol made sure to show your place right away. She pushed you against one of the boxes and immediately pinned your hands above your head. "Keep them there."

You simply just nodded.

Her hands didn´t waste a second and Carol grabbed your tits and gave them a tight squeeze. "You were so right, this is the best way to calm neerves." She kissed you again, this time bitting your lip. Overall you could feel the energy shifting into this harsher more needier way.

A sound of a cheering crowd made you tense up, you were still backstage, behind a black curtain, that might have been big cover up for you two, but anyone could walk in on Carol kissing you. This thought send shivers right into your pulsating pussy.

You wanted more of her, so you ran your fingers through her hair and even it felt amazing Carol stopped you. "What did I say?" She looked into your eyes. Being in this fuzzy state, you didn´t understand, what she was talking about, util you she took one of the ropes and started to tie you up to the hook, that was the whole time above your head. "Wait- Carol!" You realized what she was doing.

"Shhh, if you can´t keep your hand up, let me help." She kissed your neck as she finishes tying you up to the hook. "If someone walks in, we´re just preparing a new trick, got it?"

"Y-yes." You felt so good, but so needy at the same time.

"Besides... the way your moving your hips, trying to grind on nothing at all, tells me, that you wouldn´t mind anyone coming," she whispered into your ear. "Am I right?"

"N-no." You basically moaned out.

Carol chuckled quiete out loud, "You know, I don´t even know your name, but I know one thing..."

You roll your eyes, exactly knowing, where is thig going and because you want to be a brat your smile turned into a smirk and your head was slightly tilted. "Oh yeah? And what´s that?"

"You´re a shitty liar." The blonde whispered and bite your neck.

"Fuck-" You moaned loudly.

"Shhh, I know that you´re attention seeking little girl, but I want to have you for myself, at least for now. So shush your pretty mouth." Her words were harsh, but you didn´t mind at all, you just needed her.

"Hmmpf..." You bit your lower lip, hoping it would shut you up.

Carol hands slipped past your pants, into your panties. "Is this all for me? Oh my!" She smiled. "Wow, pretty girl. This is definitely making me feel better. You´re this wet from few kisses? You will explode, after your orgasm." She smirked agaist you, knowing how much she affected you.

Her strong hands made your legs open some more, so she has a better acces to you. Her middle finger tracing up and down your clit, she was teasing you and you truly felt like exploding right now on the spot.

"Carol-" you moved your hips closer to her, trying to grind on her finger, but it didn´t help at all.

"Yes?" She looked at you.

"Please, more-" You tried to move closer to her.

"You still didn´t told me your name." She had this cocky grin on her face.

"(Y/N)! It´s (Y/N)!" Her hand was put over your mouth.

"Pleasure to meet you, (Y/N). But if you want to cum today, you better shut it. Or you can´t and want me to put your mouth for better use?" Her finger was still on your clit and when she felt your pussy pulsate at her words, she didn´t need a verbal answer.

Her right hand was in your pants, still teasing you as much as she could, but her left hand slowly made it´s way up to your mouth. You instantly opened and sucked on the two fingers she put inside.

Carol smiled at you, finally pushing the middle finger inside, her thumb making circles on your clit. You were so resposive to her touch, bucking your lips right away, sucking her fingers harder. This was really helping Carol to ease her nerves.

She sped up her movements with both of her hands, two of your holes were so full, you just wished your third one would be too.

You closed your eyes, feeling so close, with how her fingers curled up inside of you. And on top of that she added her second finger and after few push in´s and out´s she added even her third.

You were a mess.

Letting someone, who you basically don´t know, fuck you in the backstage of a circus, while the show is in it´s finalle, letting to see you being a easy slut, who cums from almost nothing at all.

But before you could leap over the edge, you heard the announcement, "Let me intoduce you our lovely, sweet and most importantly funny clown! Sunny the clown! Everybody make as much as noice as you want!"

"Oh fuck!" Carol looked at you as you quickly opened your eyes, "I need to go, pretty girl." She kissed your lips quickly.

"No, no, no, no- I need you, please, please, please!" You whined.

"You just have to wait, I have to go, I´ll be right back." She kissed you once more and pull out her fingers, which your body responded with a flinch right away.

"Carol!" you whisper yelled at her.

"Oh right-" she took some blanket and throw it over you, so if anyone comes, they won´t notice you. "I´ll be right back!"

You have to be kidding me.

This moment made you sober up real quick, as she left you there naked, tied up, but mostly needy. And on a top of that, she threw a fucking blanket over you.

As you heard the crowd go crazy over Carol stunts and laughed at her jokes, you just wished she would be done soon, but after you heard people chant her name all over again and then again, you knew that you will be stuck in here for a long time.

Thank you for reading and don’t forget to drink! 💕🫶🏻

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purple-plum-petals · 7 months

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Hi! I love reading your works and I have a little request if you don't mind for a Jade x Reader.

I really just want a short where the reader is making their Halloween costume (a mushroom fairy) and surprises Jade with it. It'd be even cuter if the mushroom that the reader got inspiration from also happened to be a favorite of Jade's.

⊱ A Tailor-Made Coshroom ⊰ || Jade Leech X Reader

╭─━━━━━━━━━━━━─╮ Character(s): Jade Leech, Floyd Leech, Azul Ashengrotto, Grim (Twisted Wonderland) Reader Type: Human, Ramshackle Prefect (Gender-Neutral Pronouns) – Reader is mentioned to be shorter than Floyd and Jade. Warning(s): Brief Mentions of Blood, but Besides That, Nothing! I also always use the Japanese TWST Terms (Dorm Leader instead of Housewarden, Madols instead of Thaumarks, etc.) in my writing. Genre: Drabble, Fluff, Attempt at Comedy, Romantic or Platonic Relationship (It Can Technically be Read as Either since Nothing is Stated Directly, but it Does Lean More on the Romantic Side of Things) Word Count: ~1,900 words Request: “Hi! I love reading your works and I have a little request if you don't mind for a Jade x Reader. I really just want a short where the reader is making their Halloween costume (a mushroom fairy) and surprises Jade with it. It'd be even cuter if the mushroom that the reader got inspiration from also happened to be a favorite of Jade's.” Author’s Note: I’m overjoyed to hear you enjoy my works; thank you so much for reading! This ask has been sitting in my inbox for quite some time but, since spooky-season is right around the corner, I thought now would be the perfect time for me to post this. I’ve been lacking a lot of motivation when it comes to writing as of late, but I’m hoping I can pump out at least one request every week from now on until my inbox is cleared out. I actually started my Master’s program, so hopefully I’ll have time to be able to write for enjoyment rather than just for academics. 😅 I hope this is alright; I have to admit, I’m a bit rusty haha. (Also, just a PSA, the ending is supposed to be cute I swear – it’s just Jade acting a little more childish like Floyd and was not intended to be creepy! I didn’t want this to get too long since it was supposed to be a shorter piece, but I had no idea where to end it. 😔) Also, yes, the title is a pun on costume/mushroom – yes, I couldn’t think of another title.

→ If you enjoyed my work, please reblog it if you can! Exposure on Tumblr is based on reblogging content rather than liking it, so your support would be much appreciated! ♡ ╰─━━━━━━━━━━━━─╯

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Halloween was inching closer and closer by the day and you didn’t have much more time to complete your costume. So, as soon as you were finished with class for the day, you immediately returned to Ramshackle, cooping yourself up in your room until it was time to make you and Grim dinner. You had been working non-stop on your costume for the past week or so, powering through the many times you’ve pricked your finger with your accursed sewing needle. You couldn’t even count the numerous occasions that Grim or the ghosts had to help bandage your hands up after all your slip-ups at this point.

You had come up with an idea nearly a month ago and wanted to make it a reality with your own two hands – this year for Halloween, you would be a mushroom fairy! You had thought the idea was pretty cute, plus it was a simple enough costume to make considering all the DIY videos you could find on the internet. While it most certainly wouldn’t be unique by any means, hopefully your classmates would be able to appreciate the work you had put into it.

Your costume was based on the Fly Agaric mushroom, also known as Amanita Muscaria, simply because it was an iconic mushroom with its recognizable red-and-white-dotted cap. It was also one of your upperclassmen’s favorite species of mushroom, but that wasn’t the reason why you chose it – it was just a coincidence, you swear.

Right now, you were currently finishing up your mushroom cap, sewing on a few final details into the red fabric considering Halloween was now only two days away at this point. You were certainly excited to be able to show off your costume to your friends, and you were hoping you’d get a genuine reaction out of the previously-mentioned upperclassman. After about another twenty minutes, you had completed adding all of the small white beads to your hat. With a wide smile, you held your costume out in front of you. It was finally ready, and you couldn’t wait to see what everyone thought of it at the party.

Before you knew it, it was finally Halloween and – after weeks of hard work and bloody fingertips – you were finally able to wear your costume! You already had gotten quite a few compliments from some of your friends, but you had a specific upperclassman in mind you knew would absolutely love what you were wearing. You were currently scanning the room to see if you could find him, trying to spot his signature teal hair among the large body of students. It shouldn’t be too hard to find him considering how tall he was, but you ended up finding his brother before you could him.

“Hey Floyd! Happy Halloween!” You said with a smile, making your way over to one of the school’s biggest menaces. Floyd’s face seemed to light up when he saw you, a bright yet somewhat intimidating grin spreading across his features.

His sharp teeth were at full display as he made his way over to you, waving as he said in a sing-song tone, “Shrimpy~, there you a–!” However, once he seemed to register your costume, his smile immediately faded as he questioned with a slight scowl, “…What are you wearing?”

“I’m a mushroom fairy! Pretty cute, right?” You told him in return, pride filling your chest as you gestured towards your outfit.

“Ew, no – mushrooms are gross.” Floyd said with a grimace, looking almost disappointed with you.

“What? No they’re not! They’re absolutely adorable!” You told him in return, placing your hands on your hips as you stood your ground.

“Ugh – you’ve been hangin’ out with Jade too much. He’s a bad influence on you.” Floyd said, coming over and placing his arm on your shoulder as he leaned into you with his taller form. He had the habit of using you like an armrest every now and again, a habit that he had picked up months ago at this point.

“Arguably, I think you’re a worse influence.” You said with a slight huff, trying to keep yourself balanced considering you had a giant leaning against you. You moved the hat on your head out of the way so you could glance up at Floyd, asking him, “Where is your brother, by the way? I’ve been looking all over for him.”

“Last time I saw him, he was with Azul by the food table.” Floyd said, glancing down at you in return. However, once your eyes met, a wide smirk began growing on his face. As he poked your cheek slightly with his index finger, he asked teasingly, “Why, you wanna show him your adorable costume? Ehehehe, you’re getting bold, Shrimpy.”

“You know what? I think I’m done with this conversation.” You bluntly stated, quickly removing yourself from under his weight as Floyd laughed out loud at your slightly flushed face; you didn’t get why he liked teasing you so much. He didn’t seem fazed by it at all by your sudden movement either, immediately returning to his usual posture as though he hadn’t been putting all of his weight on you just mere moments ago.

“Good luck~ – I’m rooting for you!” Floyd said with a shit-eating grin, waving to you as you left that conversation before he could embarrass you any further.

You weaved in and out of the sea of your classmates, looking for the food table since that was the only lead you had to go off of. You knew you probably had all night to show your costume to Jade who was arguably the person who would appreciate it the most, but a part of you just wanted to show him now. Thankfully, as the snack table came into view, you saw both Jade and Azul who seemed to be talking with one another. Azul was drinking what seemed to be fruit punch, a slight scowl on his face as he glared down at the cup in his hand, while Jade seemed absolutely delighted by his companion’s utter look of distaste.

“Note to self,” You thought, “Don’t try the punch.”

Now was the perfect opportunity for a scare, though, so you tried to make yourself as small as possible which was honestly quite difficult given the size of your hat. You slowly closed in on Azul and Jade, the former seeming to notice your presence but deciding not to say anything as you snuck up beside Jade, jumping up slightly as you exclaimed, “Boo!”

“Ah, Prefect, it’s nice to see y–…” Jade said with a smile as he turned slightly to look at you, his words tapering off as soon as you two made eye contact.

You grinned up at both of them, saying happily, “Happy Halloween you two!”

“Yes, happy Halloween to you as well.” Azul said, throwing his cup of punch into a nearby trash can as he asked you with a slight smirk, “Not going to say ‘trick or treat’ to me again this year, hmm?”

“Nope – I think I learned my lesson from last year… but, if you happen to have any treats you’d like to give out, I’ll happily take some!” You said with a smile, watching as Azul pushed his glasses back up the bridge of his nose. Jade was still looking at you, not having said anything besides his unfinished greeting.

One of Azul’s brows rose in question as he asked, crossing his arms over his chest as he looked at you as if you had grown a second head, “Since when did I become someone who just gives out things?”

“Since we became friends, duh – friends do nice things for friends, no strings attached!” You told him honestly; after all, you considered the three most terrifying influential members of the Octavinelle dorm to be your friends. While you definitely did not have the best start with any of them, you really didn’t have a lot of good first impressions (or experiences) with any of your friends at NRC. Somehow throughout the past year, though, you had grown to be quite close with the octo-trio.

He seemed to think for a moment, glancing over at Jade before smiling and muttering slightly, “Hmm… I have an idea of something nice I could do for both of you, then.” He then suddenly began to walk away, waving slightly as he departed as he spoke, “I’ll talk to you later if we run into each other again – have fun, Prefect.”

“Oh, uh… you too?” You managed to say, waving to him as well despite how confused you were at the whole situation. Why did he just leave? How exactly was ditching in the middle of your conversation doing something nice?? You know, sometimes Azul was just as much an enigma as the twins were.

“Well, that was kind of weird…” You muttered to yourself before returning all of your attention to Jade, smiling up at him as you gestured towards your attire, “So, what do you think about my costume Jade? Believe it or not, I even managed to make it all by myself.”

He had been watching Azul’s retreating form with a slight frown on his face as he muttered under his breath, “…He’s going to make me repay him for this, isn’t he?”

“Hmm? What was that, Jade?” You asked, not having quite heard what he had said. Between the noisiness of the party and the height difference between the two of you, it was difficult to hear anyone if they weren’t speaking louder than usual.

Jade just looked down at you, his smile returning full-force as he said, “Oh, it’s nothing you have to worry about.”

Before you could even ask him what that meant by that, Jade reached forward to hold the ruffles that lined the bottom of your hat in between his fingers as he inspected it, telling you with a slight hint of interest in his voice, “Your costume is quite impressive; you did a very good job, you know.” He paused for a moment to ask you, looking down at your form with his mismatched eyes, “Say, what made you decide to pick the Fly Agaric mushroom, hmm?”

“I mean, probably it’s an iconic mushroom, you know? Like, I’m pretty sure everyone knows what this one looks like even if they don’t know its name.” You told him, taking a moment to think about whether you wanted to admit the second part out loud. Well, you might as well be completely honest with him – after all, he could very easily get the truth out of you if he wanted to, “Plus… isn’t it one of your favorite mushrooms? I just thought you’d appreciate it, is all.”

Jade’s face was unsettlingly blank for a long time before an arguably terrifying smirk grew across his face as he lightly pinched one of your cheeks in between his fingers, “My, you’re too cute, Prefect. I could just eat you up right now.”

“Really Jade? Now isn’t the time to joke around like that… I mean, you are joking, right?” You asked, glancing up at him; however, Jade said nothing in return, the grin on his face only widening. You could feel your blood run cold as you asked him, a nervous smile on your face as you said, “…Do I at least get a head-start?”

He seemed to think for a moment, standing up straight before telling you with a smile, “Go ahead – I’ll be a little more courteous to you than my brother usually is. Now, let’s have some fun, hm?”

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ivorydragoness44 · 7 months

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Jack Frost x Reader: Cool Costume

Word Count: 415 Warnings/Notes: n/a Summary: Jack Frost cools down the temperature, letting the Reader wear the costume they initially intended for Halloween.

October, the height of the spooky autumn season. A time of natural earthy tones, scooping and carving plump pumpkins into jack-o-lanterns, and the hopes of cooler weather finally returning. Honestly, with how the current weather patterns had been for the past few weeks, you were losing hope on the chance of any kind of temperature drop. Your original costume idea had since been placed back into the closet and replaced by another. All was looking a little less fun by the change in plans until that morning. A band of rain had passed through over the night, and with it, the promise of lower temperatures for the next couple of days. Halloween was beginning to look better already.

Frost prickled across the window pane. Pausing, you listened until you could identify exactly what the sound was. “Jack, is that you?” You called out toward the window. “Well, it’s certainly not the Easter Bunny,” he said, making you laugh. Setting down the final layer to your costume, you made your way over to the window. “Hi, Jack,” you said, opening the window. “Hey,” he smiled, hopping into the room. “I suppose I have you to thank for the light sweater weather?” “You don’t have to, but: you’re welcome.” As you giggled from his good natured joy, Jack took in your appearance. “Great costume. Is it anything I should recognize?” “Thank you, and—probably not. Unless you binge watch tv and movies at the North Pole.” “Ha, no. The North Pole, workshop, is way more work than play.” Sitting on the bed, he looked over and grabbed a piece of your costume. A look of utter bewilderment struck across his face before turning back to you. “Is this a…warrior costume of some kind?” Plucking the item from his grasp, you lightly shook your head. “I really need to catch you up on some pop culture.” “Pop?” “Popular.” “Ah,” he nodded slowly. Reaching for the rest of your costume, you smiled. He never failed in bringing out a certain joy and childlike wonder. “So…are you going to join me in the ghoulish activities tonight, or are you going to be a fly on the wall and not have a hauntingly good time with me?” Jack smirked. “You’re really layering on the Halloween references, aren’t you?” “Yes, I am,” you smiled cheekily, adjusting the final touches and accessories to your costume. “All right,” he bounced off of the bed. “So, what’s your frightfully fun plan?”

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talesfromthebacklog · 4 months

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Adding to The Backlog: Christmas Sale Pickups.

This is the time of year I pick up the most titles (which I then work on for the rest of the year.). And why not? Everything is on sale! I actually budget for this time of year.

It’s “Tales From The Backlog” not “We buy nothing until I finish the backlog”. The backlog will never be finished.

So let’s go over what I got! Links for everything will provided. As I find people are more likely to engage if the work was already done for them. Me included. This is not necessarily a suggestion list. If you want to see if any of these games are actually any good follow my blog. But I do think it’s interesting to show people what kind of gamer you are, the games you’re attracted to, their difficulty level.

A gamer’s library says a lot about a gamer, in my opinion.

For Playstation 5:

Goodbye Volcano High:

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TLDR: I put this one first because if you don’t see any of the other games on my pickup list, I AT LEAST want you to consider this one. This was the only Playstation title I picked up on sale (It is also on Steam). This is pre(historic)-apocalyptic coming of age visual novel with killer animation and music. I’m surprised I don’t see folks talk about this one more. It’s maybe the most stunning looking visual novel to come out this year. (At least at a glance)

Which is a hefty claim considering titles like Jack Jeanne and Virche Evermore: Error Salvation dropped this year. I can’t WAIT to play this one.

For Nintendo Switch:

Roots of Pacha:

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I came back around to this one. It looks like Stardew Valley but with cavemen. You don’t see cavemen touched on a lot anymore so it seems different and interesting.

Wylde Flowers:

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This is one see that keeps popping up in conversations and videos as a great cozy game. It’s supposed to be really good. I’m honest enough to admit that it being on the Apple app store as well as Switch makes me REALLY skeptical. But I’ve seen enough gameplay where I’m willing to take a chance.

Coromon:

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I enjoy Pokemon-like titles. I don’t think we get enough of them. I love Pokemon. And you’ll be seeing my update on how I feel about Scarlet/Violet’s last piece of DLC the Indigo Disc here pretty soon.

However Pokemon is so domineering on the market that a lot of these smaller collector games get unnoticed. This seems to be a very unapologetic Pokemon-clone much like Monster Crown. Which is fine by me.

Nexomon + Nexomon: Extinction bundle:

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Another very obvious Pokemon clone. But it’s obviously prettier than its Coromon counterpart. (Kinda wish the names were more unique.) I have nothing new to say here.

Monster Sanctuary:

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Pokemon… but it’s a Metroidvania. $3.99. I swear the theme wasn’t intentional they just all popped up on sale at decent prices.

2021 Moon Escape:

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This is from the same people who did Traumatarium. I did a review on that one a few months back. It’s on sale for $2.49. And this ISN’T my cheapest pickup for this year. The gameplay reminds me of Zelda or Star Tropics. But I don’t know much about it other than what the trailer already shows us. But also it was $2.49. It’s okay with me if it’s just okay. Not all games have to be 10/10.

Mythic Ocean:

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I have a soft spot for ocean games. Even the more spooky ones like Subnautica or Dredge still have this serene element to them. Mythic Ocean is no different. You apparently help a pantheon of gods find themselves. Which in turn those choices shape the world around you. Sounds simple, short, and cute. It looked a bit explorable too? We’ll see. I’m unsure about that part. It’s on sale for $1.99. And this was my cheapest pickup this season.

For Steam:

Sonic Forces: Overclocked (Steam version REQUIRED for this)

I have, in no uncertain terms. Have played this game. I 100%ed it even. I like the game. Played better but I still like it.

HOWEVER. I haven’t played Sonic Forces Overclocked. Which requires the PC version of Sonic Forces!

This is a FAN MADE incredible mod that blows the original game out of the water apparently. This is, perhaps, my most high priority game purchase of the YEAR. And it’s only $10 to buy Forces right now. This is literally a no brainer.

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Slay The Princess:

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I felt like videos on this one sprung up seemingly overnight on Youtube. I watched someone play the demo and it was an awesome looking game. A horror visual novel about saving a princess is a neat little premise. This one was barely on sale, but I see myself playing this one soon because of the hype. The full voice acting is great.

Magical Diary: Wolf Hall

The original visual novel Magical Diary: Horse Hall was a game a friend showed me back in high school. Pretty innocent and cute. When this dropped in 2020 I was surprised the game got a sequel at all. The thing I remember most about Horse Hall was that there was a route where you could date Professor Snape. That wasn’t his name but… it might as well have been.

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i--antimony · 2 months

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BIG tuesday

i skipped last tuesday because i was working on a take-home exam and simply did not have the time nor the inclination, so: beefy tuesdaypost today!

listening: my brother recommended 'dead magic' by anna von hausswolff and boy what an album. gothic, punchy, very vibey. the kind of album you let wash over you like an ocean wave.

pulled 'mostly kosher' from my to-listen list. fun, funky, very jewish, good vibes. ikh hob dikh tsufil lib

i've continued to mainline borodin symphonies 1 & 2. idk they're just hitting right.

and the new pieces for the orchestra i'm in - very french this time round: debussy's fêtes: kinda spooky and ominous and also fluid in a fun way! lots of buildup that seems to resolve into nothingness. horn parts for this are pretty good, not too difficult but are definitely Heard. chabrier's españa: really bumpin horn parts. fun bouncy motifs. what's not to like.

pocasting-wise, i'm up to partizan 38. 10 episodes left!!! the home stretch!!!!! it's so good but things are definitely amping up in the end-of-fatt-season way.

i've also listened to my friend b's gotham tv show podcast 'jim gordon must die'. very good and funny. i laughed out loud at some of the episode 3 descriptions.

reading: i was stuck in Bad Airport Times this past saturday (flight delayed 3 hours, then sat for an hour on the tarmac, arrived at 10pm when i was originally supposed to arrive at like 630) so i blasted through all ~150k words of 'freefall' by Kunoichi21 and xoTsundoku. bog-standard mafia au, but with a fun little circus arts twist; fun background fengqing; i do not like that they made beefleaf wholesome. give me my toxic beefleaf god damn it. but otherwise it was a fun read, sappy romcom-style. the fic itself isn't quite done but it's in endgame. the author notes have peak fanfic culture energy of "hey guys! sorry i didn't update, i started nursing school and my dad died" bro .... ;___; goddamn. please take care of urselves

watching: we are almost done with kill la kill! last two eps!!! so tonight we're doing that and also watching last week's dunmeshi together.

friend and i finished comrade detective. incredible. no notes. so funny. we started 'endeavour' which is a detective morse prequel thing and goddd the british-isms, and also started serial experiments lain. i don't know what i was expecting but god it was not this. i literally thought this was a cute fun hacker mystery show in the energy of cowboy bebop. it is Not That. not even close. it's good though i'm enjoying it. currently staggering through life going uhhhhh like lain does in the first few eps.

playing: fallow. i am re-installing disco elysium on my computer though. ive been wondering if i should try to keep going on the save file from last year or if i should just start over because i barely got in there at all.

making: many things. pottery!! some good some not as good.

so this design came out SO nice but the underglaze is so gd streaky! i hate it !!! i don't think it's really fixable either, i tried the hairspray trick to put new solid glaze over top the inside so at least that would look less like shit but i could not get it to work. maybe sanding it down? idk. it's ugly. it was supposed to be a bright teal but the woman who runs the studio mixed the batch up wrong so it's like. a really drab gray and not in a fun or intentional way. idk.

some new bisque:

teacups came out! still mismatched but cute nonetheless! gonna do them in a sort of celadon-type color with white flowers to match the teapot that my SO has :)

i don't feel like adding more photos for these lol they're very boring. the pot for my mom came out fine i think. gonna go in with normal white glaze over top to paint in some trees or other botanical designs. i sponged the underglaze on so hopefully the final result won't be streaky. sponged red on my seder plate to hopefully accomplish the same thing. mugs came through the bisque with no issues but i didn't do anything fun with underglaze on one of them so no new pics of that, but the other i did this tree thing again:

i KNOW it'll be streaky as hell. i just know. so i'm considering how i want to do it. perhaps putting some slightly transparent green over the top of it all to meld it together? unsure.

some new stuff: made a citrus juicer, this was attempt number 2 and just barely got it to work, attempt 1 was a total disaster. also made another mug type object, hopefully it'll still be wet enough this weekend to slap a handle on.

two mugs with red clay, i really loved the lascaux mugs that jessica bartram put up for sale last year but i didnt snag one in time so i was like. fuck it. i will make my own. gonna let them dry to leather hard before going in with black underglaze.

i've been trying to draw again but. idk. i just feel very uninspired. i start drawing and it's like :| :| :|

eating: i was on my own food-wise for much of the last week because my roommate was babysitting for the rabbi, so i did not eat nearly as extravagantly as i normally do, LOL. i made a lo mein recipe that was kinda just a stir fry. this could have been my fault because i added a bunch of extra shit like bok choy and mushrooms. i also didn't use the correct type of noodle, and i didnt have oyster sauce so i used worcestershire, etc. many substitutions so it's probably not fair for me to say it was Just Fine. will have to try again at some later date actually following the recipe. herb and radish salad with feta and walnuts: delicious. 10/10. i tossed in some extra arugula and that was also good. and i made the tofu brussel sprouts tahini/hoisin sauce thing again because it's easy and tasty.

misc: visiting my grandma right now ...... entrenched in the ennui .............. spring break ........................

#tuesdayposting #Spotify

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farm-witches-fic-recs · 2 years

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Oh, don’t mind us, we’re just carving up our pumpkins and spiking the apple cider. We’ve been busy preparing some spooky treats for the little goblins and ghouls around town. Lil’ Rollie’s costume is supposed to be a real showstopper this year from what we’ve heard.

We hope you sit back and enjoy these community recs from our farm witch friends with some of your favorite candies and leave the authors some love!

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Feels like home (@thegrayness) **RPF** “In this absolutely lovely fic, Dan is a novelist whose research on small towns puts him in close proximity with the charming Noah. Complete with Hallmark vibes and just the right amount of pining, this fic is perfect for anyone looking to get in their holiday feels. It's sweet, fun, and absolutely worth a read (or two)!!”

Fifteen hundred miles (morehuman) “This is the one that started it all for me. The one I stumbled upon after falling down a Schitt’s Creek internet rabbit hole and found myself on AO3. The one that made me fall in love with this concept of taking characters that I had fallen in love with and placing them in different situations and have it work. It showed me there were all these people in the world creating unique, compelling and brilliantly written stories. This is my favorite fic for so many reasons, but mostly because of everything it brought to me. New friends, a renewed love of reading, along with reawakening my own creativity. I know it’s already well-known and well-loved but I felt the need to share how much it means to me.”

Halloween whiskey (@missgeevious) “A fine Halloween fic. I love the way this writer is so concise, creating this little gem with nary a wasted word. A tight 5K that's both sweet and scorching hot. Come for Patrick's "do-over" in the beginning, linger for the intense heat in the middle, and leave with the image of Patrick's adjusted costume firmly planted in your brain.”

Into a million pieces (rosieboo98) “This is one of my go to fics when I am looking to read angst. It brings me to tears every time. But then it gives our boys their happy ending. I really appreciate the fact that once they get their happy ending, the story does not end. Instead, the author gives a few chapters of them building their new relationship after it has been so broken. Highly recommend if you need a good angst with happy endings!”

Language of Love (pandorasdaydream) “If you’ve ever wondered what happened between the episodes, these series are for you. Such attention to detail and explanations for David and Patrick’s thoughts and behaviors. I loved exploring this series.”

The last first kiss - a series of alternate first kisses (poutini/@cheesecurdsgravyandfries) “This piece eighteen alternate “last first kisses” that all take place before the S3:13 grad night kiss we all know and love, hits a bit differently. It’s soft, sweet, funny, and a wonderful bit of evidence that David and Patrick will be together in every universe- sometimes sooner than you’d think. 11/10 would read again and again and again— and you should too!”

Smoke gets in your eyes (@this-will-be-our-year) “This Mad Men (remix) AU is freakin gold!!! Its set in the 60s yet its SO David & Patrick. I cried, laughed, and fell in love with the characters. I'm not even kidding when I say that a fluffy sequel where we see them as "husbands" or a present time fast forward where they marry legally is in my DAILY MANIFESTATIONS. So, so good!”

Stab: The Elmsboro Murders (@dinnfameron) “I am assuming that everyone knows the quintessential October fic “My Heart is Like a Haunted House” by dinnfameron, so I don’t need to tell you to go read that. Right? Okay, well, after that one, check out another seasonally appropriate one by the same author, “Stab: The Elmsboro Murders.” You’ll love this flirty, lighthearted meet-cute based on a slasher movie. Dinnfameron is such a clever wordsmith—weaving together canon lines in unexpected ways, capturing the tone of a detective story, and including plenty of affectionate and true-to-character banter. The point of view alternates, and the parts in journalist David’s head are particularly fun and sweet. So don’t be scared of this little horror fic. It might kill you, but only in the best, most metaphorical ways.”

#friends of farm witches #friends of farm witches fic recs #FOFW Friday Recs #sc fic rec #sc fanfic #schitts creek fic #SC fic #david x patrick #David Rose #Patrick Brewer #sc rpf

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thereesespiece · 1 year

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While I’m waiting for the CAS bug to be fixed I’ve been playing around in CAS with a copy of the Flores family! The game has really come along way in terms of CAS and I find myself using less and less CC. They do have skin details and CC makeup (because heaven forbid we should have nice makeup, right EA?) on Estella and Reina but all clothing pieces and accessories are in game.

I spent the least amount of time on Chris’ outfits, he’s def the “wear what’s clean” or “whatever the wife picked out” type. His style, if one could call it that, is 100% suburban dad. Estella is entering her señora era so I hope to see more clothes that are modest but not elderly granny in upcoming packs. CJ was my favorite to dress, his clothes are as loud and fun as his personality and he’s not afraid of color. Reina I had the hardest time with tbh, she’s supposed to be 15-16 years old and I want her to look it. Sometimes it’s sooooo hard ✨ still putting into the universe we get more teen looking clothing ✨ I think next go around of trying out CC free looks I’ll spend more time with Reina.

Read below for info on the packs used:

Spring

Chris - top Cottage Living, bottom Base Game, shoes Base Game, watch Vintage Glamour, ring Base Game

Estella - top Strangerville, bottom Holiday Stuff, shoes Backyard Stuff, watch Vintage Glamour, nails Spa Day, ring My Wedding Stories,

CJ - top Discover University, bottom Discovery University, shoes Throwback Fit, hat Base Game

Reina - top Discover University, bottom Base Game, shoes Get To Work, watch Vintage Glamour, nails Carnaval Streetwear Kit

Summer

Chris - top Perfect Patio, bottom Cats & Dogs, shoes Cats & Dogs, watch Vintage Glamour, ring Base Game

Estella - dress Jungle Adventure, shoes Spooky Stuff, watch Vintage Glamour, nails, Spa Day, ring My Wedding Stories, necklace Base Game

CJ - top Bowling Night, Stuff bottom Outdoor Retreat, shoes Incheon Arrivals Kit, hat Base Game, glasses Base Game

Reina - top Growing Together, bottom, Bowling Night Stuff, watch Vintage Glamour, nails Carnaval Streetwear Kit

Fall

Chris - top Tiny Living, bottom Nifty Knitting, shoes Outdoor Retreat, watch Vintage Glamour, ring Base Game

Estella - top Eco Living, bottom Backyard Stuff, watch Vintage Glamour, nails, Spa Day, ring My Wedding Stories necklace Base Game

CJ - top Moschino Stuff, bottom Base game, shoes Realm of Magic

Reina - top Tiny Living bottom Discover University, shoes Base Game, watch Vintage Glamour, nails Carnaval Streetwear Kit

Winter

Chris - top Outdoor Retreat, bottom Base Game, shoes Seasons, watch Vintage Glamour, ring Base Game

Estella - top Tiny Living, bottom Discover University, watch Vintage Glamour, nails, Spa Day, ring My Wedding Stories necklace Base Game

CJ - top Snowy Escape, bottom Nifty Knitting, shoes Outdoor Retreat

Reina - top Discover University, bottom Backyard Stuff watch Vintage Glamour, nails Carnaval Streetwear Kit

#cas adventures #flores family outtakes

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You wanted fic recommendations and I thought of a couple that I've enjoyed.

So I miss the days of Homestuck before everything was finalized. Like obviously DaveKat is amazing and wonderful but I miss it when people would write crazy ass crack fics that turned out pretty good. Or just the concept of AUs would be out the ass with creativity.

Unwanted Free Ugly Troll- is an AU where the trolls are regarded as pets or basically enslaved aliens from some other planet. DaveKat doesn't happen in this one because Karkat is essentially a baby in this one but it's neat and it's charming in its own way. Again might be a lil weird.

Book Covers-by Robbiewrites717 is pretty good. Basically Dave is a college student trying to figure his shit out and get his baby brother Dirk out of a shitty living situation. Bro is an awful dad. No smut happens in this one either and Dave has his usual internalized homophobia but they get over it. Eventually.

Honey, Milk, Wine- is a Rosemary fic where Roses mother has passed away and she returns home to grieve. Cannot recommend this one enough because it's soft and charming and whimsical. It's a comfort fic. Girl meets cute af fairy. Kanaya is adorable.

All Dirt Roads Lead to Misfortune- is my absolute favorite rn. Might be forever honestly because fuck I do love cowboys and western themes for no good goddamn reason. When it updates I'm gonna fuckin' scream.

Your friendly neighborhood rapgod-...yeah it's Dave but he's spiderman. I really like this a whole fucking lot because of the whole family dynamic where Dirk is actually a good brother. Rose is just fucking amazing in this.

Demon Eyes- DaveKat but Dave is supposed to be killing demons like his bro wants and Karkat is a demon. Surprise surprise not all demons are bad. Bro is never good tho. I think this one has a lot of individual pieces attached that branch out from it so there's like "bonus" content.

I understand that everyone has different taste so maybe you won't care for what I have suggested and that's totally fine. These can all be found on archives of our own you should be able to type in the name and instantly get the fic to pop up.

Those are my suggestions. If they suck I'm sorry.

One more for spooky season. Dave gets addict to sopor slime. It's not a happy fic. I enjoyed it. https://archiveofourown.org/works/21173753 I just now realized I can just do links. Huh… You want me to link the others? I don't wanna like blow up your box.

nah you're good! thank you for the list!

#lazerlordess

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roci-wolf · 2 years

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— DEATHLY HOLIDAY

lee know x fem!reader,

1st person perspective

genre: fantasy!au, fluff, spooky season themed

word count: 3,7k

warnings: VERY mild descriptions of missing body parts, mentions of death

A/N: To be fair, this whole piece is silly. But I just feel the need to specify that this is almost one year old. I wrote it as a uni assignment back in december and my professor actually liked it?? Although I know it's quite cartoonish, but this work is one of my favourites. I had a lot of fun writing it back then and it will always remain close to my heart. I know it ends abruptly, but as I said, being an assignment, I had to restrict myself. I did try rewriting it several times, but I gradually came to the conclusion that I just cannot do it: this is how it's supposed to be, so I'm leaving it like that. I know the events take place during Christmas time, but I felt like the whole vibe goes better with the spooky season so here we are. Hope you'll enojoy reading it as much as I did writing it!

Visiting the world of the dead on Christmas day isn’t quite the surprise someone would wish to wake up to, right? Well, people are different. And I am also not the type to wish for sweets or some expensive phone. Okay, maybe I do have those on my wish list, any teenager does, but they’re not on the top of it.

Who, in their right mind, would want to visit the world of the dead? Actually, what is the world of the dead?

I know, there’s a lot of stuff to unfold here. Let me introduce you to the unluckiest person on Earth and her pathetic story. No sugar-coating here.

When I was young, around seven years old, my parents suddenly died in a car accident. Or at least that’s what my sweet aunt told me on the 24th of December, right before Christmas. Yes, at seven years old I woke up on Christmas day with no parents and no presents. At eighteen years old I woke up in the Underworld. It’s starting to make a little sense, doesn’t it?

My whole life I lived in denial, thinking that my parents did not die and that my aunt was lying to me, because they had some big surprise waiting for me. Well, pretending to be dead isn’t the best way to cover up a surprise, but I tend to be very creative. With each day and year passing I became more and more desperate, until I reached that age where all hope dissipates into thin air and you realize you’ve lived all your teenage years like a regretful idiot. Bullied at school for living with my old, poor aunt, having no friends, breaking an ankle and having to give up on dance lessons, things seemed to go for the worse as I continued to grow up.

But that tiny spark of hope from my chest never actually disappeared. I fooled myself for too long to just let it go so easily. So of course, when a half-dead boy told me he knows a way for me to actually confirm if my parents are dead or not, I believed him. Friendly advice, never do that. Never trust random people that show up in your bedroom in the evening after you just came back from school. Especially if that someone is half-dead. And looks like a handsome young man in his twenties.

I can justify myself. I had a really bad day and I was on the brink of losing my sanity. So, no, I wasn’t in my right mind when I said yes to the totally not suspicious offer of helping this guy get an approval to reside in The Between as an official citizen and in exchange getting help to find my parents in The Underworld. I was dumb. I know.

As I discovered from this guy named Minho, The Between is a world designated for those lost souls that weren’t granted the honor of drifting peacefully into The Underworld for various reasons. Either they committed serious sins and didn’t repay enough for them or the reaper who had to guide them just wasn’t in the mood. Even dead beings have changing moods, as it seems.

There were some cases where souls were granted one last chance and it was their choice what to do with it. Either take it and repay your sins in order to sleep for eternity in peace or just ignore it and live in The Between as a half-dead person. Not alive, but not quite dead either. Just... existing. And this was the case for my new friend as well.

Trusting him was a very rash idea, especially after I heard everything about how the afterlife works. But if he really was entirely suspicious, he wouldn’t have told me everything, right? Of course, I didn’t have the affirmation that he spilled all the beans, but considering the state I was in at that time, no one has the right to judge the way I chose to do things.

“So”, the voice of the young man who brought me here resounded into my ears, bringing me back to the present. “How long do you plan to stare at the wall like you want to burn this whole place down? Is that wall a portal to your mental journal or something?”

I turned my head to look at him with gritted teeth. As much as he annoyed me, I needed his help. And we made a promise. And I dislike breaking promises.

"You're exceptionally rude for a dead person".

"Technically, I am not entirely dead."

"But you are entirely unbearable."

He scoffed, turning his head to the other side. The problem was, there was nothing interesting there. Just another plain wall with a faded poster on it. I wouldn't expect more from an elevator that brings you to the afterlife. One day you're just chilling, drinking your coffee on the terrace of your house and the next day you discover some people can summon elevators to Hell. There are many mysteries in this world.

"We're here", his voice sounded thankful, like he couldn't wait to get out of that elevator.

I also couldn't bear to stand there any longer. The Christmas carols were making the whole situation even eerier and it made my insides hurt. Was it fear? Anger? Confusion? Maybe a mix of all of them at once. As I was standing there, in the large elevator that was descending to The Between, I realized just how weird the cycle of life is. We just randomly appear into existence without being questioned beforehand if we actually want to be here, then we crawl through life pretending we enjoy it, and then… and then we go back into nothingness. Or that's what I thought until a few days ago when I first met Minho, a soul who wasn't allowed to reside either on Earth or in The Underworld. He didn’t show it at first, but he was lonely and he was very desperate. And that must mean that life — if I could call it that — in The Underworld and in The Between wasn’t that scary.

“Can you tell me what exactly am I supposed to do in order to make that... uh...”

“Reaper.”

“Right... how do I convince that reaper to give you permission to reside in The Between?”

He turned around, hands in his pockets and expressionless. Minho didn’t seem that old, but from the way he was dressed, in cloth trousers and a silk shirt, he most likely died long ago. He wasn’t wearing many accessories, but his golden wristwatch was another detail that could betray his age. Even if he roamed the Earth for so long, he just refused to adapt to the changes of everyday life. Not that he was allowed to do it, anyway.

Before descending into The Between, Minho didn’t give me many details regarding how a mortal person could get entangled in the affairs of the dead and get out with a positive result, so I was kind of confused. He assured me many times that I was the secret key he had been looking for all along. I doubted it all at first, naturally, but I felt like it had something to do with my parents. Since no one had told me anything about them, I was suspicious. My old grandaunt wouldn’t go into detail every time I would ask her about my parents, like I was forbidden from learning the past of the people who brought me into this world. And Minho was the first person, even if dead, that was willing to help me. It actually looked like he knew something I didn’t, which made me even more curious and suspicious. Plus, if there was ever the possibility of me not coming back to the world of the living, it’s not like I was leaving much behind.

“You’ll paint.”

“I will paint?”

“Yes”, he waited for me to reach him. He wasn’t that tall, but it was hard to keep up with his pace. “I thought mortals still call it that nowadays? Or is the process of you filling a canvas with color not called painting anymore? I’m pretty sure I’ve seen a lot of drawings in your room.”

“I know you’re half ghost or whatever, but that doesn’t give you the permission to rummage in a stranger's room.” I said, trying to catch his eyes. He wasn’t even sparing me a glance, as if I wasn’t that important to be given the honor.

“I didn’t have to. You are not the most organized person I know.”

I waved my hand aimlessly, trying to remove his mischievous remarks.

“I just cannot understand what a reaper could do with a painting. Do you have art expositions in the world of the dead?”

“You’d be surprised.”

“Wow”, I said, shaking my head. “The Underworld and The Between seem much more ordinary than I thought.”

“I wouldn’t say so”, he finally took a hand out of his pocket to check his watch. “Time here passes differently than on Earth. Day and night are the same thing, there’s no sky and everyone has a job they have to complete according to how much they accomplished in the living world.”

I raised my head while he was talking and I let out a shocked gasp. He was right. The sky was just plain blackness. No moon, no stars, nothing. But it also didn’t look like a ceiling. It was just an eternity of darkness.

“I thought good people would have a better view in the afterlife.”

“The sky looks different to everyone. Since you’re not dead yet, you don’t see anything at all.”

“Oh... Then what do you see?”

He stopped and I almost hit my head on his shoulder. He took me by surprise by turning his head and looking me in the eyes. I felt a shiver down my spine. His eyes were blue, the darkest shade I’ve ever seen in a person’s eyes. He smiled, but it didn’t look honest at all.

“I don’t see anything either”, he said. “Since I’m only half dead.”

“That’s sad.”

“Not really. Once you’re made an official resident, The Between is said to be much better, anyway.”

I didn’t answer because I was trying to scan my surroundings. The elevator, which Minho called unironically Hellevator, brought us to a completely deserted place. I feel like this way of coming into The Between wasn’t something legal, because me and Minho stepped into a weird looking alley. The air was very humid; it smelled like rotten flesh.

There was noise not so far away.

He raised his hand with his palm up.

“I don’t think dancing in a stinky alley in the afterlife is a very wise idea.”

“That’s not it, idiot”, he shot me a deathly glare. “I’m asking you to hold on to me. It’s going to get crowded.”

“Oh, what a gentleman. When were you born, in the 19th century?”

“I don’t plan on giving you history lectures”, Minho took my hand against my will, but he held it gently. His brown locks were blocking his eyes, but the dark blue in them sent shivers through my body nonetheless. I knew he was doing his best on keeping his composure while talking to me and the fact that he was succeeding made my fear decrease by a degree. Whatever he had done when he had been alive, he didn’t seem like a bad person.

“I’m pretty sure your life was so boring, the reaper just wanted to make the afterlife more interesting for you by giving you a hard time”, I followed in his quick steps making sure not to trip on my own legs. “He seems the type to be into anything that proves to be entertaining, since you said a painting could convince him to change his mind.”

“I’ll make sure to make the rest of your life as interesting as it can be after we get out of here”, he squeezed my hand, but his good manners didn’t allow him to do it too hard.

“I can’t wait.”

Christmas is such a powerful holiday that it can follow you even after you die. Talk about being eternal.

As Minho warned me, we reached a crowded boulevard. There were dead souls everywhere, taking the form of their physical bodies from the moment they died, so the view that greeted me was not something an eight year old child would like to see when he goes caroling. I saw men with no hands, a woman with only one eye, burned faces and many other atrocities I’m not really inclined to describe. But that wasn’t what made the atmosphere so sinister, but the fact that those last souls were singing. Christmas carols were present not only in the Hellevator, but also on the streets of The Between. Small kids that had had the misfortune of dying young were wearing Santa hats bought from ghostly stores that were also decorated. Transparent figures were passing through me, screaming the lyrics of what I recognized as Wham!’s Last Christmas, but very distorted, almost sounding like the soundtrack of a horror movie. I moved closer to Minho unconsciously, hoping that his body could hide my presence, but my physical, breathing and full of life body was too obvious in the crowd of dead souls, so they were staring right at me.

When I asked Minho how it was possible that Christmas was present even here, he told me that some dead souls were holding on so much to their beliefs that the afterlife didn't succeed in stripping them of these childish traditions. Even though it was all meaningless now, since The Between was only a place where souls were just fooling themselves.

I held my eyes partially closed for the rest of the expedition through ghosts. I chose to keep the little drop of innocence left in me unblemished.

Minho let go of my hand once we arrived at a huge building. It looked a lot like the British parliament building, but much smaller. I realized I was staring at it too much when I sensed Minho’s presence was missing. He was already climbing up the stairs.

There weren’t any guards there, which I found quite suspicious, but I reminded myself I was in a world where the citizens weren’t either dead or alive and there wasn’t much a guard could threaten trespassers with.

That childish thought of mine was immediately erased when I caught up with Minho and a huge shadow covered us both. I didn’t scream, although I really felt the need to, but instead I covered my mouth and stood rooted to the spot, paralyzed. That huge shadow was created by a creature I didn’t really think I would ever meet, even though I’d already seen things nobody has.

Minho was not surprised by the slightest. He was still standing in front of the big mahogany doors, hands in his pockets, unfazed. For a moment I wondered how many times he found himself helplessly in front of these doors, trying again and again to gain something that seemed so unreacheable for him.

My line of thought was caught off when the impolite gargoyle decided to land messily beside Minho.

“I think this is the third century I’m telling you to just give it up”, the stone figure spoke up. I looked at it, blinking, then I moved my gaze on Minho. The boy just brushed the comment off with his hand, clicking his tongue.

“And I thought we became best friends in the meantime. You really disappointed me today.”

“I don’t befriend sinners”, the gargoyle’s expression didn’t move an inch, not even his mouth, but the annoyance in his tone was too obvious.

“That’s a pity, since this place is filled with them”, Minho extended his arms as if to prove his point.

“Not my problem. Move past.”

“You see, this is why you’re so grumpy all the time. You should really make some friends.”

“I don’t need friends. The word of my master is enough.”

“Yeah, whatever”, Minho turned to me.

The careless, defiant attitude he showed me on the day I first met him came back, but it seemed to be controlled by desperation this time. Or I was probably seeing it now because I was aware of his situation.

“I have a present for that master of yours.”

The gargoyle’s head tilted almost imperceptibly.

“That’s a new one. What could a sinner like you bring here and please my master?”

That was the moment I knew something was not right. Minho didn’t move his gaze from my eyes, staring right into them. His blue irises pierced my being, as if reading my every thought, my every fear, all my dark secrets and insecurities even my own conscience didn’t know about. And then the corner of his mouth rose in a sly grin.

“His daughter.”

Flashback to that paragraph where I said to never trust a handsome half dead young man in his twenties. He doesn’t even need to be half dead, actually, that’s just an unfortunate bonus that I got as a Christmas present.

“This wasn’t on our contract.”

“We do not have a contract.”

“It’s an imaginary contract. It’s stored in my mind, and there’s even your signature on it too!”, I refrained myself from speaking too loudly, because the room me and Minho got sent was too big and every little sound was echoing perfectly.

“You’re crazier than the ghost that sells Christmas hats on the boulevard”, he looked at me with one eyebrow up, as if contemplating if I was actually the person he needed for his case.

“At least I’m not a liar.”

“I never lied to you.”

“But I don’t remember this piece of information either”, I crossed my arms, hiding the fear that was slowly creeping into my being. Trying to act tough can do the trick most of the time. “I am pretty sure my dad was not a Reaper.”

Minho ruffled his brown locks with one hand, then looked at me with his dark blue gaze.

“He’s not. But humans can become Reapers after they die. Remember how I told you that every soul is given a task after they die according to how they lived on Earth? Souls can be given the task to guide others into the judgment court, which is in this building. But no, the Reaper that judged me isn’t your father.”

“Then what the hell do I have to do with this whole situation?”

He looked down at his feet.

“You’ll have to paint a portrait. A self portrait, to be exact.”

“What, he fell in love with me or something? Are Reapers allowed to do that?”

“As much as I would love to suitably answer to your sarcastic remarks, this is not the right time”, he made a few steps until he was right in front of me. There was no scent coming from his body and his eyes seemed glossier than usual. “When I told you that you’re the person I’ve been looking for all this time, I wasn’t lying. That Reaper had a daughter when he was still alive, but she died before her twentieth birthday, which was coincidentally on Christmas. He commited suicide after that, which lead him here. Killing himself was a grave sin, so he was given the task of guiding and analyzing other souls' lives as a punishment. He’s reminded everyday of the two lives that he lost.”

“That’s…”

I couldn’t continue, because I wasn’t even capable of finding the right words. The cruelty of the cycle of life seemed even more real.

“But… isn’t his daughter here?”

He shook his head.

“No. She died of an illness, but she had been a good person in her short period of breathing. She went to The Underworld, and he is stuck here.”

“Wow”, I managed to whisper, still processing the information.

“Yeah. And you’re what I need because.. You look exactly like her. Some souls from The Underworld can be reborn, and you’re now the new possessor of her soul.”

I blinked. And blinked again.

“No.”

“Yes.”

“Wow.”

“Mhm.”

Minho patted me on the back gently and left the room without a word. When we were tossed here, the painting materials were already prepared. I looked at them with my mind lost in a thick fog and I sat in front of the tall easel.

The portrait was done earlier than I expected. The brush fell from my numb hand with a small thud. I tried to recreate what I see daily in the mirror as accurately as possible. I’d never done a self portrait until that day, but I did unexpectedly well.

A knock made me startle and come back into reality.

“I’m… I’m done.”

The door opened and Minho came in with a curious look on his face.

“Can I see it?” he tried hiding the excitement in his tone, but the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, which made him look like a happy cat.

I encouraged him with a wave of my hand. He walked confidently to me and he looked at the painting expectantly.

“It looks exactly like her”, he whispered, looking dazed. I found his sparkling eyes a little odd, but I didn’t give it much thought.

“I’ll go give it to him. You did an amazing job.”

“Thanks.”

He looked at me gently, an expression I never expected from him. It made his features seem softer.

“I’ll ask about your parents as well. He most certainly knows what happened to them.”

He sighed, making a short pause.

“Thank you. Really, I kind of forced you into this and your reward isn’t enough for what you had to go through.”

I shook my head, feeling too tired to think too much. Everything was just too overwhelming.

“It’s fine

“I’ll send you a letter in a few days with the information I managed to gather.”

“Thanks.”

Minho looked at me once more with a big grin on his face.

“What?”

“You know, I never told you what was the sin that brought me in this situation.”

“You don’t need to tell me.”

“I tried to revive a dead soul before it reached The Underworld.”

I raised my head, all the haziness that dominated me a second ago dissipating into thin air.

“And she looked exactly like you.”

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i would like to know about: 🍰 and 🍦!

yesss i was hoping to get the dessert one haha

🍰 what’s your favorite dessert to eat? do you have a favorite to make?

i love red velvet cake (mostly as a vehicle for cream cheese frosting, my beloved) and also anything apple-based, so apple pie, apple crisp; my friend makes candied apple shortbread cookies and they are amazing.

in a similar vein, i love to bake apples. i stuff them with cinnamon/crushed graham crackers/butter plus whatever i might have on hand and bake them until they're all soft and syrupy and delicious. i'm more of a chef than a baker and that fits my dessert skill level nicely haha.

🍦 what are ten things you love about yourself?

aww this one is sweet, okay, let's think about this:

my skin! i have really good skin with a very simple (out of pure laziness) skincare routine, hashtag blessed

my tattoos, especially since we're coming up on the one year anniversary of my hobbit hole tattoo, which i adore

listen, i love my own cooking. i love to cook, and ray will literally eat anything i put in front of him because he's a human garbage disposal (affectionate), but i personally love everything i make and love catering to my specific tastes. i don't like lemon so i don't put lemon in things! etc.

i love reading and can read super fast and i love that for me tbh. i tend to hit a point with most books where i just gulp the whole thing down in one sitting and then forget i live in the real world and it's great.

my wardrobe is an excellent place right now. i have a few fun, exciting pieces to wear when i go into the office or somewhere fancy and feel like feeling myself, but have also built it out to be centered on feeling cute and comfortable over anything else, thanks to wfh most of the time

i have the same taste in music i've had since i was like 19 and i will never change it and i am very happy with that

i hate driving and have fully accepted that i'm just not a driver and don't want to be and that's what my car-obsessed husband is for

i love my birthday? is that about me? i love fall and having a fall birthday; it's a week before halloween so i usually do something spooky or some kind of seasonal activity and it's just A++ timing. i was supposed to be born close to christmas and wound up really premature and i like to think i engineered that somehow

this is really hard okay my hands? i play the piano and i've been told my entire life i have good hands for playing the piano 🤷🏻‍♀️

god this is so long. my writing!! i like to writing. i find it impossible to just...not write. i write all the time, a lot (clearly) and i would've stopped doing it ages ago if i didn't think it was any good, haha. there we go.

ask me love things!

#asks #geesenoises #god this is a novel i'm sorry #ask meme

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allhallowsthemepark · 2 years

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All Hallows Entry Plaza Area Music Loop

Well kids, it's September, and you know what that means! We can get spooky and no one can give us funny looks about it. (Technically they can I suppose, but then they'll be the asshole.)

Last year when I posted my writeups of the All Hallows themed areas, I included links to some "area music loops" on Spotify, but I hadn't had time to put much effort into them yet, and they were probably pretty easy to miss. So this year, I'm refining them on both Spotify and YouTube and sharing each one as its own post! First up, obviously, is the Entry Plaza playlist, which consists of fun pop songs celebrating Halloween itself, interspersed with a few spooky (but not too intense) instrumental pieces.

Spotify:

YouTube:

(And this is where I'm going to advise you to go for the YouTube version, as Spotify seems to have removed "It's Almost Halloween" at some point.)

Let it also be known that I am looking for advice/taking requests in building the rest of the playlists (and continuing to refine this one)! As much as I adore both Halloween and music, I am not necessarily an expert in all forms of spooky tunes. So while I have a good base to build on for all of them, I can certainly use some pointers, especially in certain cases. Here are my criteria:

Trick-or-Treat Village: Halloween songs that are for children or are otherwise entirely harmless. Priority will be given to ones that seem to refer to the cast of characters I've created for the Village--jack-o-lanterns, black cats, spiders, bats, etc.

Pumpkin Acres: This is the one that gives me the most trouble. This is supposed to be the sort of small town where old-fashioned country-western reigns supreme on the radio, and that is a genre I have very little familiarity with. Additionally, while I know there are plenty of references to death and other dark topics in CW music, the main aesthetic of the area is meant to center on the fall season and harvest imagery, and I could use some help finding more songs about that sort of subject matter...without getting too cutesy, because it's still Halloween, yeah? Perhaps you can see how I keep getting stuck...

Ghoul City: I'm pretty secure in this one, which focuses on spooky hits of the late 60s and later (with a few 50s mixed in), but if you have any special favorites, let me know and I'll see if I can fit them in! Additionally, Ghoul City is an area where the major rides could use their own more specialized queue loops--Attack of the Monsters in 3-D! should be more 50s-focused, and Deep Dive really ought to have its own "oceanic horror" themed playlist, so I could definitely use some tips there.

Goblin Woods: This one should be mostly, if not entirely, instrumentals, preferably ones that blend spooky or eerie sounds with a tinkly fairytale vibe. Priority will be given to tunes with titles that references goblins, faeries, witches, haunted woods, and similar subjects. Fairytale-inspired classical music is also a good fit, though it needs to be used sparingly.

County Drakul: This is the place to go ham on the spooky classical music. Ominous choir sounds are also very appropriate, as well as score pieces from suitably epic horror movies.

Anyway, if you have any suggestions, please submit them to me via ask. That way, I can respond properly.

#all hallows #all hallows theme park #halloween #music #entry plaza #Spotify

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livlane02 · 1 year

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Fanfic: The Witching Hour

It was the same dream, the old terracotta bricks seemingly surrounding me in a complete circle. Natural light streamed brightly from the dome above, it had to be high noon, and a church bell was ringing in the distance. There was a presence lurking in the shadows, just out of the sun's reach. It was a creature and an ancient one at that. A vampire’s gaze was a weighty thing, oppressive, and dangerous.

With a gasp I woke to a gentle knocking on my door, I rolled over to see the dull light of daybreak. The face of the vampire eluded me yet again, as it had for the past six months. Bella, my roommate peeked her messy bedhead into my room.

“Andria are you up?”

“Yes,” my answer was muffled behind my hands as I rubbed my face.

When she moved in half a year ago, I noticed Bella’s lack of sleep and suggested doing nightly yoga. Which I had somehow turned into morning walks through the neighborhood. But, hey at least it was good for us. I went through my ablutions and sluggishly dressed for going out. I found Bella already waiting for me by the front door. Without a word, we slipped out and began our journey into the cool foggy morning. As always it took about two blocks for us to wake up enough to carry on a conversation.

“We should decorate for Halloween,” I stated noticing quite a few homes already getting into spooky season. It had always been a favorite of mine, just the irony of it all.

“It’s September…” She shot me an incredulous grin.

“I suppose we can wait until after Mabon to decorate.” I had my eyes glued onto this huge blow-up black cat with glowing eyes to even notice my slip-up.

“Mabon? What the heck is that?”

Damn. I could hear my dad’s voice just as clear as day, cautioning me about living with a mortal. I thought about lying, but Bella had become my best friend and rather odd herself. She held secrets, and at times the energy would become so strong my ears would ring. The only one I know for certain is that she had encountered a vampire due to the bite on her wrist. Maybe I could just tell her, of course leaving out a few key points. After all, in this day and age being a ‘witch’ didn’t immediately equal death.

“It’s a pagan holiday; it’s like our thanksgiving. Although it's celebrated from the twenty-first through the twenty-ninth.”

“Oh,” Bella almost tripped over her own feet, I reached out a steadying hand.

“Yeah it’s not something I advertise, but I grew up in a pagan household.” I jumped when she suddenly started laughing, well this was unexpected. Bella must have noticed my wondering look and she wiped her eyes which had begun to tear up with her mirth. “I’m sorry, Andria, I’m not laughing at you! Oh, I really should have known…So you’re Wiccan?”

“Yep,” I pop the last letter of the word. It was more than that, but I was rolling with it. Just as she wasn’t elaborating on the true meaning of her words either. “I’m glad you’re taking this so well, I was worried it would bother you.”

Bella scoffed and we began our walk again, “I’m sure there are stranger things out there than you being a witch.”

I merely hummed in response and linked our elbows together. Pieces of that shifty dream flashed in my mind, I could see it all as accurately as Bella beside me. Strange indeed…

September 22nd (The Autumn Equinox)

Going through protective wards is about as pleasant as peeing on an electric fence. The magic of whoever enforced them racked down your psyche, the more powerful the caster the worse it is. Any human who happened to stumble upon my great grandmother’s secluded home outside of Baton Rouge would suddenly find themselves going in the opposite direction… An uninvited caster’s mind would turn on them before they ever reached the house, their energy drained.

The old house was as it had always been. The light green weathered paint chipped as were the white shutters. Vibrant ferns still hung from the front porch, and Grandmother Geneva’s angel trumpets were still in bloom. I parked my jeep under the shade tree along the side of the house, before meandering my way to the backyard.

Geneva Wildes was a caster of the earth and was more at home with her hands in the soil. I stood for a long moment watching her work diligently in her garden. The big straw hat shielding her from the heat of the day, covered her still vibrant red hair. No gloves adorned her hands as she softly sang the tune My Bonnie. I felt like a ten-year-old again watching her, enjoying her melodic voice envious of her ease with the plants. They always died on me…

“She looks like an angel.” My Grand Dad Henrik’s deep voice startled me, he had always been a little too light on his feet. He leaned against the trunk of a nearby oak. The silver strands of hair mixed in with the dark seemed to glisten in the afternoon sun. “You would never know she had the temperament of a rattlesnake.”

“You love it,” I snorted quietly so as not to disturb her work. Although I would bet money she knew we were there. She had always been a blunt and no-nonsense kind of woman, whom I had always admired.

“That I do,” he readily agreed with a mischievous grin as he tilted his head back toward the front of the house in a gesture for me to follow him. “Without her combative nature to keep my mind sharp, these last one hundred and fifty years would have been mighty boring.”

“I imagine so.” I smiled while trying to push down the rolling in my stomach. I didn’t think Granddad would be here, I thought he would be with my father in New Orleans. But I suppose since stepping down from his seat on the Gathering he is no longer needed.

He eased himself down into the front steps with a deep sigh before his summer blue eyes met my own of the same hand-me-down color. I knew I had been caught. “Alexandria, have you been dreaming again?” My brain worked rapidly trying to think of a way to twist the truth. There was no way I could lie to such a strong castor, he would know immediately. But bringing up vampires would only send Granddad running right to my father. “I feel your distress, it calls out to me surely as if it were my own.”

“I have,” I admitted with a deep sigh. “However everything is… shadowed nothing is truly clear.”

“Well,” Granddad wrapped a comforting arm around my shoulders, drawing me into his side, and leading me into the house. “Tonight would be the best night to seek out the uncertain all of our power will be surging.”

I smiled even as the knot in my stomach became tighter. That was exactly what I was afraid of…..

#twilight #aro volturi #my ocs #bella swan #fanfiction #fanfic #witchywoman

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I’ve been reflecting a lot on this last year, it’s been such a strange one in my life but for reasons I really love and I know I will cherish for a long time.

2023 was the first year of my life since I turned 14 where I didn’t want to kill myself. And there’s a lot of reasons for that. I left a terrible job to focus on my art and my home, and it did change how lonely I felt but it also made me more available to help people than I’ve ever been. I got to be there for my friends when they were at their lowest and their most lonely.

I spent so much of my late teens and early 20s just waiting for something to kill me, I had a terrible relationship with education, I felt like I burned out before I even understood the game I needed to play. And I think the way I was viewing the world was so fundamentally twisted that I had no options left.

It was by far the worst in 2021 though. January, we were still deep in lockdown, and I had just moved from LA (my hometown, where I’d lived my whole life) to now living in the North East, and I wasn’t handling my first winter well at all. I was stuck in my home and all I wanted was to die, I was so alone living 3000 miles from everyone I knew and cared for. And then I got a tik tok that was like “if you need an emergency shot to keep you from falling into the void, watch Haikyuu!!” And I thought it was kinda silly but I gave it a shot because I’d try anything to feel something. And it worked. And it was the first time I had picked a show for myself that my partner went “meh it’s not for me but you enjoy it” and I realized I can just like. Have things for myself. And so spring 2021 was the season where I watched One Piece, East Blue through Alabasta. And I liked it a lot and the characters made me happy but I don’t think it would mean what it means to me today if I had stopped there and never picked it back up.

At the very end of 2022, I did though. Over a year and a half later. I’d had a terrible day at work (I used to work in a contemporary art museum) and I got home, bought a bottle of wine, a big fluffy pastry from the bakery, soaked in my bath, and picked back up in Jaya. And then I never stopped.

Sometimes I wonder how I would feel about these characters if I had gotten into the series at any other point in my life. It’s such a strange franchise, because I know that I, a 27 year old depressed woman drinking wine in her bathtub in the American north east, am not the target demographic for the show.

And yet, I’ve never NEVER NEVER. met a character in fiction like Nico Robin. To immediately identify with a character, to love her, and then to be shaken violently and told I can’t keep trying to die. That even though I’m so far from home and so far from my friends, there are people who are still here who care about me. And I get to care about them. And it’s been a slow process year because I worked hard on art that may never see the light of day. I built things and I learned new skills and I got to be there. I take sunset walks to the park and I draw without pressure and i dream again. And I still let myself like spooky shit. I have good friends that work in the death industry, I draw abandoned places, I read scary books. I get to figure out what living means for me, and I need to give myself the grace that that takes time too because sometimes it feels like I lost 13 years of my life. All the ones that are supposed to be the great ones.

I think for a long time I thought I was going to be a mom because it’s what was socially expected of me. And in deconstructing for the religion I was born into, I pivoted fully to not wanting to ever have children. And that’s still kind of the case, I don’t want to birth and I’ve taken steps to make sure that I don’t. Now, I’ve got so many options in front of me because there’s another path. Helping my friends, even new people I’ve just met, makes me feel good. Keeping them safe and fed and warm makes me feel good. Making sure they have somewhere to sleep at night, a community that loves them, a hand to hold. THAT is what makes life worth living. To look at where we are in the world, to see where we’ve been and how much tings have changed and all the changes on the horizon, to make art and poetry and love and good food. To dress myself however the fuck I want. To watch the sun set at the duck pond. To show someone else the sunset at the duck pond.

2023 was the year that I watched (most of) One Piece. Jaya to Wano. 2023 was the year that I realized I did, despite everything, want to live. But then, that’s the really hard part. Because now the steps forward are figuring out what living means, huh?

#op isn’t going to last forever #I’ll be caught up by the spring and I know it’ll feel like running into a brick wall #and that’s where the real questions start #long post #personal #suicide mention #this is kind of inspired by ms all Sunday’s post on identity and sexuality #Nico robin

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tnc-n3cl · 6 months

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Castlevania Fic snippet

Well, it might be more like a rough draft of a chapter but...

Anywho, I finally watched the Castlevania (2017) anime series (had been sitting on the DVD's for a year now) a couple weeks ago and the Castlevania brainrot set in.

So of course the fic ideas started brewing, based on some old hypothetical game ideas I had. Don't have a title for this particular project yet, but it's spooky season and I also wanted to post this before I explode with the force of a thousand suns.

So here you go! There's some German in here, mostly from Google Translate cause I didn't learn enough with my two semesters in collage. So if anyone happens to know German and has better suggestions to the dialog I'm open to it.

Content warnings: Graphic violence, blood and gore, monster beheading/dismemberment, harsh language (in German), mentions of historical wide scale destruction, brief mention of nudity

Inside of a modern building a man and woman are hanging a large painting, both of them are of European descent. The woman has long black hair tied in a ponytail and green eyes and is wearing a dark blue long-sleeved shirt and jeans. The man is similarly dressed, but his shirt is grey. He has on a pair of black framed glasses and has short cut brown hair.

After a moment they finish their work and the man says, “Du weisst…”

She turns to him and he continues, “…We could have just had the workers do this in the morning. The exhibition isn’t until 7 PM tomorrow.”

She nods, “Yes, however this is my big debut and I want everything to be perfect.”

Then she pulls the protective sheet off of the painting. It depicts a scene of absolute carnage, monsters rampaging the streets of Graz, Austria circa 2057 AD attacking people left and right. Buildings burning in the background, soldiers desperately holding the creatures back. Her attention focuses on one of the city’s defenders, a pale skinned man with long blond hair wearing a black trench coat of sorts with gold trim and wielding a thin bladed long sword.

She based the painting on what she saw in an old book she found when she worked at the Volkskundemuseum, supposedly it belonged to someone who lived in the city at the time. Whomever it was must have recently migrated to the country, the text was written in Arabic. Most of the text was damaged due to the age of the book, and what survived must be from a dialect that has been lost to time due to the difficulties in translating it.

What was translated, along with the sketches in the book, conjured this scene of nightmarish horror. Beasts from the depths of hell itself rampaging through the city…

“Jana,” the man says, pulling her attention away from her work, “Did you have to pick something so violent?”

She chuckles, “I didn’t know you were so squeamish Oskar.”

The man rolls his eyes in response and she smiles before continuing, “The Horrors of The Cataclysm have been an interest of mine since I was a little girl.”

He scoffs, “And you really believe a bunch of monsters rampaged through the city a thousand years ago?”

She shrugs, “Well something happened. We’ve found overwhelming evidence that nearly half the city burned. Not to mention all the ruins scattered across the rest of the world. The old maps that clearly show the world looked quite different in those days. Then there’s the horribly mangled skeletons… And it was 1,071 years ago by the way.”

He rolls his eyes again, “And yet no monster remains have been found.”

She turns to face him, “True, but that doesn’t mean they’re not out there waiting to be discovered. But I suppose that it could have been natural disasters and/or wars like everyone says. Still, it makes for a captivating piece, don’t you think?”

“It does,” he turns to her and smiles, “Now then, it’s getting late and we should be going.”

She glances at her wristwatch, it’s 7:00 PM already! “Damn, she says, we’d better hurry or we’ll lose our reservations!”

The pair hurry towards the exit and grab their coats and lock up as they leave.

Outside, the light of the full moon reflects off of the snow covered ground. Text on the building reads, “Halle für Kunst Steiermark”

“It’s a beautiful night,” Jana remarks.

“That it is,” the man replies, “We should cut through the Stadtpark, it’ll be quicker.”

“Right,” she agrees and the two head southeast down the sidewalk.

This part of Graz escaped The Cataclysm a millennium ago relatively unscathed, most of the destruction was contained to the west side of the Mur River. At the crosswalk, they wait for the traffic light to change, their breath turning to steam in the cold night air. Once its safe to cross they continue on through the park.

As they approach the Wetterhäuschen, a pre-Cataclysm weather station, a heavy thud attracts their attention. The two turn to find a man sized, wolf like beast behind them. A werewolf! Before either of them can react, the creature charges and knocks Oskar down and rips his throat out.

“Oskar!” Jana screams in horror on instinct and the beast turns its attention to her!

“Oh Scheiße!” She manages as she runs away as fast as she can. She doesn’t get very far before beast jumps on her and pins her to the ground. It bites her right shoulder and she screams in agony before she passes out.

A figure lands hard on the ground and the beast turns towards it, a man wearing black clothes under a black trench coat with armored shoulder and elbow pads. He is wielding a large sword with a thick, curved blade in his right hand. The man’s skin is dark brown, his eyes are yellow, and his long, brown hair is tied in a ponytail.

The werewolf predictably charges him and he grips his blade in both hands, lifts it to shoulder height and points it towards the beast. As it leaps towards him and prepares to swipe its claws at him, he flawlessly sidesteps its attack and effortlessly swings his sword down on the beast, cleanly severing both its outstretched arm, and its head, from its body.

The werewolf’s corpse hits the ground with a series of thuds and the man shakes the sizzling blood from his blade with a dramatic swing. The thin layer of silver he coated on his blade has done its job and what’s left of the lycanthrope ignites and slowly reverts to human form as it burns to ash.

Beheading the creature would have been more than enough, but still, one can never be too careful when facing lycanthropes…

The male victim is dead, but what of the woman? He walks towards her and looks her over, and his yellow eyes lock on the blood on her shoulder. He leans down and examines it, and sure enough, there’s a bite mark.

“Damn, wasn’t fast enough,” he mutters to himself as he opens his trench coat and reaches for an inside pocket an pulls out a syringe containing a yellow liquid.

It should prevent her transformation long enough to get her to a Bureau medical center. Lycanthropy can be treated if one acts fast enough, but once the transformation occurs there’s no going back. And with the full moon, there’s not much time… He prepares to inject her with the substance–

“Hören Sie sofort auf!”

“Lass das Schwert fallen!”

He looks back to find a pair of meddlesome police officers pointing their handguns at him. Typical…

He sighs loudly before dropping his sword onto the ground with a loud clang. Exasperated, he says, “Mein Name ist Alexander Cronqvist.”

As he slowly stands with his hands above his head he continues, “I am a Senior Special Agent with the United Nations Special Investigations Bureau. This woman is injured and requires the medical attention I am about to administer.”

The two cops look at each other for a moment before the one on the right responds, “Let’s see some identification.”

“We really don’t have time for this,” Alexander replies as he slowly turns to face them, “But since you insist.”

He slowly reaches into his jacket pocket to retrieve his badge and shows it to the two cops. As they begin to lower their weapons, a sound from behind catches his attention.

“That was fast,” he quips as the woman, now fully transformed into a werewolf, rushes the officers.

Alexander quickly grabs the beast’s left wrist with his right hand and holds her back. She quickly turns to swipe her other clawed hand at him and he drops the syringe and grabs her wrist. The cops are lucky that Alexander is one quarter vampire! No human could ever hope to hold back a raging, freshly turned lycanthrope! Or any raging lycanthrope really…

She wildly snaps her jaws at his face while he holds her in place in spite of her thrashing about. Her hot breath blows through his bangs as he quips, “You’re strong for a cub.”

Predictably, the cops begin wildly firing their pistols into the beast’s back and she howls in pain and rage. Why couldn’t they just run away like last time? It would have made things so much easier…

“Right then, let’s get this over with!” Alexander shouts as he kicks the lycanthrope in the abdomen.

As she grunts in pain, he pushes her back, lets go of her wrists, rushes her, and finally lifts her up. The cops struggle to reload their weapons and Alexander smirks as he tosses the beast at them.

The lycanthrope slams into the cops and knocks them down. She quickly gets up and growls at him. He holds out his right hand and summons his enchanted sword to him. He catches it and grips its black leather wrapped handle tightly. The beast narrows her eyes at him as he grips the blade in both hands like before and points its tip towards her.

As he prepares himself to end this poor woman’s misery, he muses on the irony of slaying lycanthropes with the Crissaegrim. Its ornate hilt is happed like a wolf’s head, with the bade emerging from the wolf’s mouth. Armando Gandolfi’s cheeky little nod to Alexander’s father’s ability to transform into a wolf. Armando had made this sword nearly 900 years ago for him, but he already attached to his own sword and gifted it to Alexander. Not to mention he felt a bit put off by wielding something a version of himself in another world used…

Suddenly the beast puts her arms over her head and shakes her head back and forth as if in pain. Then she begins contorting violently.

He raises an eyebrow as the beast lets go of its head and howls in agony. His eyes widen as the howls shift into human screams followed by a thud upon the ground. He lowers his blade and mutters, “Well that’s new.”

It suddenly gets darker and Alexander looks up to see a cloud pass overhead and it begins to snow. He faces forward and cautiously approaches the woman, now transformed back into a human and unconscious on the ground. The two cops are also unconscious. Good, they can’t get in his way now. Unfortunately, though the gunshots from earlier will likely attract more…

Lycanthropes are unable to revert to human form until years after their initial transformation. Until then they’re effectively just mindless beasts. And given that it’s the full moon she should not have changed back. Even if she hadn’t reverted back before the clouds obscured the moon. And it takes decades for were-beasts to be able to control their transformations.

Unless one or both of her parents were werewolves of sufficient age to control their form… But then she should have been able to fend of the beast that attacked her, and wouldn’t have been affected by the bite...

Alexander sheathes his blade into the scabbard at his left hip before reaching into his jacket pocket and taking an ornate pocket watch with a mobius strip design on the top. He’d rather not use it but he needs more time.

He opens it and channels his magical powers into the relic. The hands of the clock spin rapidly for a moment and then stop and an energy field envelops the surrounding area and beyond it the falling snow freezes in place. The ancient stopwatch is one of several relics that can temporarily alter the flow of time. They’re extremely rare and require great amounts of power to use, but it doesn’t take as long to activate as a time altering spell. Not that Alexander has mastered any…

The watch begins counting down, he’s bought himself an extra 15 minutes. He closes the stopwatch and places it in his trouser pocket and takes a blue oval shaped object and his badge out of his jacket pockets before placing the garment over the woman’s body. He places his badge on his belt and opens the blue object, revealing several shards of magic mirror that coalesce into a transmission mirror. He traces a circle across it and it opens a portal to the armory at HQ.

Alexander unhooks his sheathed blade from his belt and sticks it the portal. The male armorer takes the weapon and places it in the appropriate slot. There will be fewer questions if he’s only armed with the two pistols holstered at the small of his back than if he’s carrying an enchanted sword almost as long as he is tall…

The portal closes and the transmission mirror returns to its case, which he places in his trouser pocket. Then he examines the woman, there’s a strange, circular birthmark on her left shoulder. Well, it’s rather unusual to have a birthmark that’s a perfect circle. In the center, there appears to be the shape of a claw raised up slightly. Then there’s the strange symbols on the circumference of the mark. They appear to be some kind of language, but he’s unfamiliar with it.

Really it looks more like a tattoo… He remembers seeing the remains of a similar circular birthmark on what remained of her right shoulder after the werewolf attack, but there were no marks like this on it. He moves her slightly and notices a larger circular birthmark on her back, also with similar patterns. And a wolf shaped section in the center…

“Hm, I’ve never seen magic like this before,” he tells himself as he stands up.

He takes his flip phone out of the case on his belt and walks over to the two cops and disarms them. Then he takes their handcuffs. He quickly selects the SIB’s Austria Branch’s number and quick dials it and turns on speaker phone as he handcuffs the officers.

As he finishes, the enchantment on the phone finally cuts through the interference of timeshift field and the call connects, “United Nations Special Investigations Bureau, Austria Branch,” the man on the line says.

“SSA Cronqvist, 7035DS, reporting in, with a code 35,” Alexander says as he takes the call off speaker phone.

“Oh, dear! Where are you?”

“I’m at the Stadtpark in Graz, by the Wetterhäuschen between Burgring and Glacis.”

“Ah, good, the Styria branch is nearby, they should be with you shortly,” the sound of the operator clacking away at his keyboard can be heard, “How many bodies?”

“One human male and some werewolf ashes. Two local law enforcement officers interrupted me and will need to get the usual debriefing and NDA.”

The operator chuckles slightly and clacks away at his keyboard. Alexander grimaces, this is the fifth time this month alone he’s had to deal with meddlers. He’s sick of Awande’s needling on his lack of stealth…

He glances at the woman and adds, “Oh, and I’ll also need transport to the local safe house and an arcane specialist. I subdued a lycanthrope.”

Perplexed, the operator responds, “Wait, so it’s a code 47 then?”

Alexander turns fully towards at the woman as the timeshift field fails and, utterly deadpan, replies, “I don’t think we have a code for this one…”

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