My Anger Issues Have Anger Issues!

Indie rp blog for a DC antihero OC! | FC: Yungblud | Penned by Jay (she/they/he, 30+) | follows back from @foxytonic | +18 only | Read rules/about before interacting!

[night-mare-fuel]

Indie rp blog for a DC antihero OC! | FC: Yungblud | Penned by Jay (she/they/he, 30+) | follows back from @foxytonic | +18 only | Read rules/about before interacting!

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[givemeangstymemes]

🎃 Halloween Asks!

Please specify if for mun or muse!

1 - Do you believe in ghosts? If you don't - what do you think happens with you after death?

2 - Have you ever experienced anything paranormal or something you can't explain?

3 - Do you watch ghost hunting shows?

4 - What do you think of orbs?

5 - Do you watch horror movies? What's your favourite?

6 - How do you celebrate Halloween?

7 - Have you ever dressed up for Halloween? As what?

8 - Will you dress up for this year's Halloween?

9 - Do you go to Halloween parties?

10 - Do you decorate for Halloween?

11 - Have you ever joined a ghost tour?

12 - What do you think of people believing in ghosts and the supernatural/paranormal?

13 - Do you think witches exist?

14 - What do you make of folklore? Do you believe in mythical and mystical beings?

[runyou-clever-boy-deactivated20]

“There are monsters who act like people, & people who act like monsters.” (From @night-mare-fuel , any verse)

. ݁₊ ⊹ : 𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐘𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑, but make it 𝑱𝑨𝑷𝑨𝑵𝑬𝑺𝑬 𝑯𝑶𝑹𝑹𝑶𝑹 𝑭𝑰𝑳𝑴𝑺

“And now you have become the monster!”

Zacharias could not quite believe his luck, face to face with Shadowhaunt! Maybe this would finally be his big break, though what he heard happened to the poor secretary at the GCPD, this would be no easy feat.

@night-mare-fuel

[night-mare-fuel]

“Have I?” Damon studied the reporter, circling him like a shark who smelled blood in the water. This one was putting up a good front, which was a fun change of pace. Most people would have run away screaming. Given how jumpy Zacharias had been when they’d gone to this very haunted house ages ago, his current boldness was even more of a surprise. The villain smirked, glaring down at him.

“I’d argue that the real villains are in the shadows,” he purred, causing an illusory shadow hand to reach out just beyond Zach’s periphery before quickly retracting it. “Cavorting about in darkness, claiming to protect the people they hunt.” Another shadow stretched out from the crumbling wall, this time creeping over the ruined floorboards to snatch at Zach’s feet before disappearing. “Much like a certain Dark Knight.” A few stray bats flew through the ballroom and out of the shattered skylight. “How many people do you think he’s hospitalized or killed? Everyone loses their fucking shit when the Rogues do it, but does the Batman ever get sent to Arkham Asylum for his countless crimes? No! No one bloody cares who he gets caught in his crossfire. No one calls him a monster.” The room suddenly grew impossibly dark, despite the full moon shining overhead. Shadowhaunt’s voice cut through the eerie pitch black, sounding as if it were simultaneously far away and right next to Zach. “But sure. You’re right.” His low, threatening laugh reverberated off the walls, surrounding them. “I’ll be your monster tonight.”

[runyou-clever-boy-deactivated20]

The reporter forced himself to steady his breathing, though his heart pounded so loudly he feared Damon could hear it. Every instinct screamed at him to turn and run, but he gritted his teeth, pen poised over his notebook, forcing himself to think like a reporter. This was the story of a lifetime, the exclusive no one else would get—and he was determined to be the one to write it.

“I… I’ve been following your trail,” he said, keeping his voice calm despite the shaking in his hands. “Every crime scene, every disappearance—I’ve traced it back to you. I need to understand why. I need to document it… and, if I can, bring you in.” He swallowed hard, forcing his eyes to meet the shadowy figure circling him. “I want an exclusive, Shadowhaunt. I want to know your reasons. The people you target, the chaos you create—it has a pattern. I need to know it.”

He felt a shadow brush past his shoulder and forced himself not to flinch. “I’m not here to fight,” he added quickly, tightening his grip on the notebook. “I’m here to report. To ask questions. You’re the story. You’re the one people need to understand, and I’m the one who has to get it right.”

Stepping slightly forward, he tried to project confidence he didn’t feel. “You don’t have to be the monster I write about. You can explain yourself. People can understand if they know the truth… maybe even forgive.”

A cold shiver ran down his spine as another shadow darted across the floor, snatching at his ankle. He stumbled but forced himself upright, refusing to let fear dictate his movements. “I… I want to follow the truth,” he said, his voice steadier than before. “Every villain has a past, every story a reason. I need to see yours before anyone else writes about you. That’s my only chance to get it right.”

His pulse raced, adrenaline tightening his chest, but he refused to retreat. “Then show me,” he whispered, lifting his pen like a lifeline, “and I’ll follow. Every word. Every shadow. I’m listening.”

[night-mare-fuel]

Shadowhaunt scoffed at the reporter’s statement of intention. Bring him in? Please. He was a Rogue, or at least the very well-used right hand of one. He didn’t go in for interviews, and he certainly wasn’t interested in having any exposés written about him. He hadn’t been keen on dealing with press even before his little accident, even if said press happened to take the form of a dear friend. No one needed a detailed rundown of all the twisted shit that had been going on in his head. No one had needed to know what Bruce Wayne’s publicist was like behind closed doors.

Shadowhaunt was even more private. Despite being a villain, he still had a desire to protect his siblings from this side of his life. To protect Bruce from it. He’d intended to protect Zacharias from it, as well, but the damn fool was like a dog with a bone once he got wind of a scoop. Persistent as all hell, and willing to follow it to the end, even if that end wound up being his own. That alone was enough to make Shadowhaunt hesitate. He didn’t want to kill Zach. Certainly didn’t want his darling Scarecrow to kill him, either, which was why he’d lured the reporter away from the main fight. Brought him here, to the one place he’d remembered Zach being utterly terrified of. It seemed, however, that his plan to scare his former friend off of this doomed path was failing. Even through the illusory darkness, he could see Zach’s resolve bolstering with every word uttered. Had he grown braver? When? How?

Shadowhaunt’s eyes narrowed behind his mask, the shadows cloaking him from view flickering a bit. “Before anyone else writes about me?” he repeated icily. “Am I to be flattered by your ambition to become Gotham’s rival to Lois Lane? D’you seriously think that will earn you my mercy?” He tried to keep his voice flat, or perhaps a bit flippant, but there was an edge of anger to it that he couldn’t quite hide. Perhaps it would come off as intimidating. “I’d say it was a good try, but even I’m not that good a liar.”

Still, Zach persisted. Talking about truth, and forgiveness, and understanding his ‘reason’. It all sounded familiar in a way that made his stomach twist. Like a therapist trying to get his patient to open up. Like Dr. Crane. The illusion that clung to the wrecked ballroom faltered again, more noticeable this time, which only made Damon angrier. Damn it! He had more control than this! “I DON’T NEED YOU TO FUCKING LISTEN TO ME!” he finally roared, using a rather hefty amount of thaumaturgy to amplify his voice and make it fill the room. Hoping that it would make up for his own wavering conviction. “I don’t need you to follow, or whatever other delusional ‘trust in me’ bullshit you come up with to try and get your next big article out of me. I don’t need your pretty words, and I sure as bloody hell don’t need your forgiveness or understanding! I just need you gone!” Despite his best efforts, Damon’s voice broke on the last word, illusory shadows faltering once more. He brought them back up with a vengeance, conjuring large demonic figures without consistent form to surround them. “Don’t fucking come near me again, or you’ll meet the same fate as everyone else who does!” Meant to be a threat, but it sounded like a thinly veiled plea. A warning from a monster who had just realized that he still had a shred of humanity.

[runyou-clever-boy-deactivated20]

“There are monsters who act like people, & people who act like monsters.” (From @night-mare-fuel , any verse)

. ݁₊ ⊹ : 𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐘𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑, but make it 𝑱𝑨𝑷𝑨𝑵𝑬𝑺𝑬 𝑯𝑶𝑹𝑹𝑶𝑹 𝑭𝑰𝑳𝑴𝑺

“And now you have become the monster!”

Zacharias could not quite believe his luck, face to face with Shadowhaunt! Maybe this would finally be his big break, though what he heard happened to the poor secretary at the GCPD, this would be no easy feat.

@night-mare-fuel

[night-mare-fuel]

“Have I?” Damon studied the reporter, circling him like a shark who smelled blood in the water. This one was putting up a good front, which was a fun change of pace. Most people would have run away screaming. Given how jumpy Zacharias had been when they’d gone to this very haunted house ages ago, his current boldness was even more of a surprise. The villain smirked, glaring down at him.

“I’d argue that the real villains are in the shadows,” he purred, causing an illusory shadow hand to reach out just beyond Zach’s periphery before quickly retracting it. “Cavorting about in darkness, claiming to protect the people they hunt.” Another shadow stretched out from the crumbling wall, this time creeping over the ruined floorboards to snatch at Zach’s feet before disappearing. “Much like a certain Dark Knight.” A few stray bats flew through the ballroom and out of the shattered skylight. “How many people do you think he’s hospitalized or killed? Everyone loses their fucking shit when the Rogues do it, but does the Batman ever get sent to Arkham Asylum for his countless crimes? No! No one bloody cares who he gets caught in his crossfire. No one calls him a monster.” The room suddenly grew impossibly dark, despite the full moon shining overhead. Shadowhaunt’s voice cut through the eerie pitch black, sounding as if it were simultaneously far away and right next to Zach. “But sure. You’re right.” His low, threatening laugh reverberated off the walls, surrounding them. “I’ll be your monster tonight.”

[night-mare-fuel]

youngblud was such a perfect face claim I have to admit !

(Thank you! I adore his voice, and he fits Damon’s personality surprisingly well. I’m glad you like him! :3 )

[night-mare-fuel]

❝ s-scared? me? i’m not..scared. ❞

halloween/fall starters ! 🎃 | @runyou-clever-boy

“Oh, come on, mate, you don’t have to pretend,” Damon replied with a smirk, totally nonplussed by the supposedly ‘haunted’ mansion that they’d been invited to tour. Really, Bruce had been the one invited, but something had come up, so he’d insisted that Damon go and have some spooky fun in his stead. Naturally, the publicist had dragged a friend along for the ride. “Shit’s creepy as hell. I can’t really blame you for being jumpy. Although, I will say, I’m a little surprised. Aren’t you supposed to be a hardened investigator, or something?” he teased, clearly amused by the other man’s poorly disguised horror.

[runyou-clever-boy-deactivated20]

Zacharias swallowed hard, trying to straighten his spine, though his hands betrayed him, curling into fists at his sides. “Hardened investigator, yeah… that’s the idea,” he muttered, his voice tighter than he wanted. He took a slow step forward, letting his eyes scan the dimly lit hallway, cobwebs brushing against his jacket. “But… I mean… come on, Damon—look at this place. It’s literally giving me the creeps.”

He tried to force a laugh, but it came out more like a strangled cough. “I just… don’t like being alone in places like this. Don’t get me wrong, I can handle myself, but… yeah. I’m not a fan of ghosts, alright?” His cheeks flushed slightly, partly from embarrassment, partly from the adrenaline prickling down his spine.

Taking another hesitant step, he tilted his head toward a particularly dark corner. “Seriously though… did you see that shadow move? Or was that just my imagination?” His voice cracked slightly on the last word, and he immediately cursed under his breath. “Great. I’m officially the world’s worst investigator.”

He tried to regain some composure, crossing his arms and forcing a more confident stance, though his eyes darted nervously around the room. “Okay, fine. Maybe I’m a little scared. But—just a little. Don’t laugh at me too much, yeah?”

[night-mare-fuel]

As tickled as he was to see his normally oh-so-tough friend finally start to show some cracks in his armor, Damon was starting to feel just a little bit bad for him. He hadn’t expected this place to have such an effect on Zacharias, especially because most of the ‘scares’ up until this point had been rather lackluster in his entirely not humble opinion. One look at his rattled friend, however, told him that he was alone in his fearlessness.

His smirk softened a little, and he brought a reassuring hand up to rest on Zach’s middle back, just below his shoulder blades. “Hey, you’re not here alone. The fuck do I look like, chopped liver?” he asked sardonically, hoping to lighten the mood a little with his brashness. “Don’t worry. I’ll protect you from any ghosts, ghouls, or goblins, love. They won’t even know what hit ‘em!” He was only half joking; if anything or anyone did actually try to attack them, Damon would absolutely throw hands to make sure no harm came to Zach. He wasn’t the strongest man in Gotham, of course, but his wrath could fuel him to take on even the most frightening villains. Fake ghosts stood no chance.

Which is why he purposely didn’t acknowledge that he too had seen a shadow move in a way that it definitely shouldn’t. A trick of the light. If it knew what was good for it, that’s all it would be. “Come on. I think they said the dining hall is this way. That’s where the main event is supposed to be.” A lecture on the mansion’s gruesome history, complete with a ‘seance’ in which they’d apparently contact the spirit of the lady of the house with the help of one of its caretakers, a hippie college kid from down south who’d likely taken the job as a medium in order to help pay off his student loans. Damon was skeptical, but willing to play along.

[night-mare-fuel]

❝ s-scared? me? i’m not..scared. ❞

halloween/fall starters ! 🎃 | @runyou-clever-boy

“Oh, come on, mate, you don’t have to pretend,” Damon replied with a smirk, totally nonplussed by the supposedly ‘haunted’ mansion that they’d been invited to tour. Really, Bruce had been the one invited, but something had come up, so he’d insisted that Damon go and have some spooky fun in his stead. Naturally, the publicist had dragged a friend along for the ride. “Shit’s creepy as hell. I can’t really blame you for being jumpy. Although, I will say, I’m a little surprised. Aren’t you supposed to be a hardened investigator, or something?” he teased, clearly amused by the other man’s poorly disguised horror.

[angstmemes]

Hallucination Starters!

“Hey, snap out of it! There’s nobody here!” “Don’t be ridiculous, that kind of stuff only exists in bad horror movies.” ”Help me! Someone’s been following me for over twenty minutes now, I can’t shake him/her!” “You must’ve heard that… It was loud a-and it seems to be coming our way!” “I didn’t just imagine it! It was there, I swear!” “No, no, no, you can’t be real! You died!” “You’re seeing things again…” “I’m not making it up this time! There was someone there, I’m sure of it!” “Are you high? What the hell are you on about?” “You’re hallucinating! You need to try to calm down!” “I think you’re seeing things that aren’t there.” “How can I be sure that you’re real?” “That’s it, I’m calling a doctor, you’re freaking me out.” “You’ve got a high fever… You’re going delirious. Let me help you, please!” “So, what you’re telling me is that there’s some kind of ghost murderer following us that I can’t see?” “There’s medication for this sort of stuff, you know? Maybe you should take it.” “I think you might be having a flash back, you’re screaming at a door. Look at me! Ssh, calm down.” “There’s nothing there.” “There’s something there, I swear! You need to believe me or we’re both going to get hurt!” “He’s there… he’s there… I saw him, oh god, oh my god!” “It’s not invisible, it doesn’t exist. That’s a different thing.” “What are you seeing?” “Close your eyes, what you’re seeing is not real, you have to listen to my voice, alright?” “Did you take something? You’re not making sense!” “You have to focus on me, there’s no one else here.” “Who are you talking to?”

[rpfunstuff]

Send me *knock knock* for my muse’s reaction to yours showing up at their door after being missing for two weeks.

[ohisms]

✱˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐀 𝐘𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐄 .    (  a collection of  mixed action prompts.   adjust phrasing as desired.   potentially mature content within.  )

[ 1. ] sender steps between receiver and an aggressive stranger, voice low and steady: "walk. away."

[ 2. ] sender teaches receiver self-defense, hands firm on their hips as they adjust their stance.

[ 3. ] sender presses their forehead to receiver's, voice breaking as they murmur, "i don't know how to fix this, but i'm not leaving."

[ 4. ] sender shoves receiver out of the way of a projectile.

[ 5. ] sender combs their fingers through receiver's hair in the aftermath of a traumatic event, whispering words of comfort.

[ 6. ] sender whispers, “i’ve thought about this all day,” before pinning receiver against a wall for a searing kiss.

[ 7. ] sender wipes away the receiver’s falling tears with their thumb and whispers, “i’m here."

[ 8. ] sender patches up receiver's wounds, hands trembling as they whisper, "you can't keep doing this to me."

[ 9. ] sender shoves receiver into a hiding spot, hissing, "stay here or i’ll kill you myself."

[ 10. ] sender finds receiver drunk at a party, sighing. "let’s get you home."

[ 11. ] sender is discovered sleepwalking by receiver.

[ 12. ] sender steals receiver’s weapon and presses it to their own chest, daring: “go ahead. prove me right.”

[ 13. ] sender ‘accidentally’ flashes receiver while changing, purring, "see something you like?"

[ 14. ] sender whispers, "you’ll ruin me," before biting receiver’s lip hard enough to draw blood.

[ 15. ] sender takes over while receiver is giving themselves stitches, promising to handle it.

[ 16. ] sender frantically grips receiver by the shoulders, "don't you dare close your eyes."

[ 17. ] sender fixes receiver’s crooked [ tie / jewelry ], teasing, "nervous?"

[ 18. ] sender shakes receiver out of a nightmare, comforting them in the aftermath. "same nightmare again?"

[ 19. ] sender brings hot tea and medication to a [ hungover / ill ] receiver.

[ 20. ] sender invites receiver to dance with them, insisting, "what? this song's perfect."

[ 21. ] sender leaves a single rose on receiver’s windshield with a note: "you’re being followed. smile."

[ 22. ] sender pins receiver’s wrists during a sparring match, grinning, "yield."

[ 23. ] sender playfully steals something from receiver, initiating a chase. "come and get it, then."

[ 24. ] sender drapes a blanket over receiver, accidentally waking them. "sorry, go back to sleep."

[ 25. ] receiver returns home only to find sender already there. "finally."

[ 26. ] after a pleasant night out together, sender asks: "can i kiss you goodnight?"

[ 27. ] sender wipes the blood from receiver's face, murmuring, "let's get you cleaned up."

[ 28. ] sender shoves receiver against a vending machine to dodge security, breathless. "act natural."

[ 29. ] sender wakes receiver in the throes of a nightmare, reassuring them, "it's okay, it's not real."

[ 30. ] sender purposefully antagonizes receiver, hurling insults; "what are you gonna do about it?"

[rpmemes-galore]

a collection of my own writings … sentence starters a warning for dark themes and profanity

“ i still have the scars. “

“ you will not hurt me, again. “

“ and, despite it all, i survived. “

“ my innocence died with them. “

“ please, give me a reason to stay. “

“ eventually, you just get used to it. “

“ even hell would spit me back out. “

“ you’re still a fighter, right? prove it. “

“ remorse has no place in my heart. “

“ i’m sorry. i never meant to change. “

“ strike me again and you will learn… “

“ i am stronger than this. i have to be. “

“ ——– but, you said that you loved me? “

“ you point and laugh as i crack and break. “

“ is there anything left in your shallow heart? “

“ i know there’s no fixing me, i’m too far gone. “

“ how did your gentle heart become so jaded? “

“ don’t cry for me, now. don’t you dare. not you. “

“ you’ve been fighting too hard for too long, now. “

“ my halo keeps slipping down. it’s choking me, now. “

“ their lives aren’t worthless. they’re just… worth less. “

“ your touch does not need to be soft. i will not break. “

“ i’ve paid for my sins. now, i come to collect for yours. “

“ your hands looked like safety… until they turned to fists. “

“ i was too young. i didn’t know. i tried. i did try. i am sorry. “ 

“ there is nothing beautiful about the way i’ve been broken. “

“ but moving on means letting you go, and i’m not ready, yet. “

“ spit out the blood and keep going. be strong. they still need you. “

“ someday, i’ll be strong enough, brave enough… not today, not yet. “

” poor little lamb, so lost and afraid… bleating for help that never came. “

“ you threaten to throw me to the wolves? do it. i’ll be in better company there. “

“ in all these years, your arms are the only place that have ever felt like a home. “

“ as the flames rise, i will laugh while you choke on the ashes of all your mistakes. “

“ you were iron and i was glass. how easy it must have been to shatter me at your feet. “

“ the worst part is when i can look someone in the eye and say ‘ it’s okay, i’m used to it’. “

“ ‘ where’s your conscience? where’s your heart? ‘  they’re six feet under, dead and gone. “

“ come back to bed, my dear. you’ve woven these sheets with webs of lies… now sleep in it. “

“ i don’t know which is worse: remembering everything you did to me, or knowing that you don’t. “

“ you are whole galaxies encased behind patient smiles and a gentle heart, beautiful and infinite. “

“ you are a thunderstorm. fierce. intense. powerful. dangerous. and I wouldn’t want you any other way. “

“ somehow, without me even realizing it, you became so, so important… the most important part of my life. “

“ i was broken, again and again, melted down, remade, reforged, until nothing remained of who i’d been before. “

“ all of your pretty words cannot convince me there is a shred of beauty left in that vile, putrid wreckage you presume to call a heart. “

“ they shattered you apart, rebuilt you from the shards. and, now, when you look in the mirror… you can’t even tell who you used to be. “

“ you deserve so much more than these jagged pieces…  these shards of what i used to be. because, in the end, they will only cut you down. “

[rpmemeandmusings]

halloween/fall starters ! 🎃

masterlist of autumn and halloween themed sentence starters! 

​❝ i made pumpkin cookies! want to try one? ❞

​❝ thanks for bringing me to this fall festival. ❞

​❝ let’s go to the fall carnival! ❞

​❝ let’s go get a pumpkin frappucino! ❞

​❝ do you wanna go walk in the leaves with me? ❞

❝ did you cut yourself carving the pumpkin? let me see it. ❞

​❝ how does my pumpkin look? ❞

​❝ we can go get hot chocolate after this movie? ❞

​❝ want to go to this halloween party with me after school? ❞

❝ stay still i’m almost done with your costume. ❞

​❝ let’s paint pumpkins. ❞

❝ hurry up! we’re going to be late for the costume party! ❞

❝ help me decorate! ❞

​❝ let’s open some windows, okay? ❞

​❝ it’s starting to rain… ❞

​❝ bring a jacket! ❞

​❝ i didn’t expect it to get so cold. can i borrow your jacket? ❞

​❝ do we really need to go to a pumpkin patch? can’t we just buy one at the store? ❞

​❝ let’s go pick pumpkins! ❞

​❝ it’s chilly out here, you need a coat. take mine. ❞

​❝ you sound sick. are you sick? ❞

​*throws leaves on your head*

*sneeze* ​❝ sorry, allergies. ❞

​❝ wanna go out for halloween? ❞

​❝ looks like it’s time to rake the leaves… ❞

​❝ let’s go get hot chocolate then go for a walk. ❞

​❝ let’s go trick-or-treating! ❞

❝ let’s go jump in the leaves! ❞

​❝ come in here where it’s dry! ❞

​❝ it’s dark?! already?! ❞

​❝ ooh it’s chilly out. ❞

​❝ please, enough with the pumpkin spice. ❞

​❝ good morning. no, don’t get up, it’s raining, let’s stay in bed a little longer… ❞

❝ did you hear about the werewolf/vampire/witch roaming around this town on halloween night? ❞

❝ let’s go to the haunted house! oh, please, please, please, please?! ❞

❝ i don’t get scared. i’m practically fearless. ❞

❝ did you hear that? ❞

❝ we have to get out of here! ❞

❝ are you going to hide in my shoulder the whole time? or actually watch the movie? ❞

❝ i’m not going in a graveyard. ❞

❝ what did you get? ❞

❝ want to trade candy? ❞

❝ i got a rock. ❞

❝ don’t blame me! it was your idea to come in here! ❞

❝ what are you going as for halloween this year? ❞

❝ i just can’t wait for halloween! ❞

❝ you should totally buy that costume! ❞

❝ trick or treat! ❞

❝ happy halloween! ❞

❝ happy fall! ❞

❝ i wanna make sure that my jack-o-lantern is the best! ❞

❝ i’ll race you through the corn maze! ❞

❝ that guy in the gorilla costume has been following us for the past ten blocks. ❞

❝ aww come on! it was a prank! ❞

❝ please, please, PLEASE no scary movie marathon! ❞

❝ that wasn’t funny! ❞

❝ i keep tripping over my costume. ❞

❝ i’m not sure we should go down that street. ❞

❝ no fair! your costume is getting you more candy. ❞

❝ faster! we need to get to all of the houses! ❞

❝ forget being ‘too old’ to trick or treat. i’m doing this forever! ❞

❝ i don’t like these woods. ❞

❝ i just saw something! ❞

❝ look at that intestine cake! ❞

​❝ i’ll trade you candy. ❞

❝ i’m a real vampire. ❞

❝ do you think stuff really happens on halloween? like..supernatural stuff. ❞

❝ i made us matching costumes! ❞

❝ i think i just saw something move outside your window…is someone watching us? ❞

❝ you’re not going to make me carve this pumpkin all by myself, are you? ❞

❝ did you hear there’s a masquerade ball this halloween? let’s go! ❞

❝ you shouldn’t go out there! ❞

❝ s-scared? me? i’m not..scared. ❞

[night-mare-fuel]

(Y’all I might revamp this blog a little, mainly just by choosing a new FC who’s easier to find/make a variety of graphics for.

If I do, who would be a better FC?

Adam Lambert

Yungblood

A secret third option! (Tell me in the replies)

Jay’s results button, don’t touch!

Voting ended onOct 3, 2025

[night-mare-fuel]

(Alright, so technically Adam Lambert won the poll, but I’m calling an audible and switching Damon’s FC to Yungblud. Been listening to his music a lot lately, and honestly, his voice absolutely blows me away! And he’s almost the same age as Damon, which is cool. Let the blog revamping commence!)

[night-mare-fuel]

(Y’all I might revamp this blog a little, mainly just by choosing a new FC who’s easier to find/make a variety of graphics for.

If I do, who would be a better FC?

Adam Lambert

Yungblood

A secret third option! (Tell me in the replies)

Jay’s results button, don’t touch!

Voting ended onOct 3, 2025

[scarecrows-monsters]

"Fuck....fuck, fuck..." He couldn't remember the last time he had been lost to pleasure without Scarecrow getting in the way. The other was certainly making sure his mind was blissed out. How many rounds had it been? He didn't care he just didn't want the pleasure to stop.

[night-mare-fuel]

Damon groaned as he rocked in and out of his latest hookup, smirking when he heard Jonathan’s cursing. Evidently, he was doing something right! He’d been going a bit slow up until now, savoring each round, enjoying having the older man pinned beneath him and at his mercy, but now the doctor’s vocalization was spurring him on.

“That’s it, baby, take it!”

Picking up his pace a bit, he began thrusting harder, drilling Jonathan’s prostate repeatedly. Fuck, his hole felt so good, so tight! Damon was loving being inside him, fucking him senseless like this! It was heavenly! Meaty fingers clenched at the other man’s thigh and throat, using them for leverage and likely gripping hard enough to leave bruises later. They wouldn’t be the first or the last marks given this night. He could already feel himself getting close again, member shuddering as it ground against Jonathan’s warm walls. “Fuck, you’re doing so good for me, babe!”

[justanotherrpmemeblog]

Send ‘Would you kindly’ and a command and my muse has to obey.

[mage-of-black-robes]

Indie RP blog for Raistlin Majere | heavily influenced by the musical The Last Trial | FC: Ruslan Gerasimenko | Penned by Jay (she/they, 29) | follows back from @foxytonic | +18 only!

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