[spectralhunter]

                             𝐎𝐂 𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐌𝐈 𝐒𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐓𝐀

                                          𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒    |   |    𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓

[nichhed-deactivated20260203]

Starter for @spectralhunter

"So, where are you off to at this hour~?"

[spectralhunter]

❝ What, this hour? Thought I’d try night gardening. You should see the roses, I'm a real expert. ❞

[renatian-creed]

@spectralhunter

As a woman of science and a hard nonbeliever in anything that couldn't be explained realistically, Natori had a hard time believing someone could make a profession out of ghost hunting.

"You're joking right? Some sort of halloween prank?"

She scoffed. The notion was ridiculous enough it bypassed funny straight into annoying.

[spectralhunter]

❝ Are you for real, ❞ what a bunch of nonsense. Takumi gestured for Matt to stop recording, prior to removing his shades nonchalantly. ❝ what the hell are you doing? You're supposed to recite the lines I gave you, not this bullshit. Do you know how long it takes for Matt to remodel videos? ❞ clearly exasperated, our investigator kissed his teeth.

❝ Look, you're either doing this or you're not. ❞ His brow creased, he is definitely going to judge someone who is blatantly wasting his time.

[spectralhunter]

❝ What are you talking about, ❞ suave are his words, delicately sprinkled with an ounce of delight, and wrapped in familiar warmth for someone who has ultimately earned a seat in his wild heart. ❝ you're making it sound like I died man. ❞ one way or another, Takumi simply did not wish to admit that he had done wrong; one whole year cycle, gone, without a word whispered between them but. . .

It was going to change, all of it.

Our investigator's hands delicately escaped Envy's hungry grasp, replacing with a pair of arms snaking around Envy's lithe torso. Takumi buried his face into his back, smiling delightfully, missing that long forgotten scent. He wanted to feel like home for a moment — just for a little while.

@s-talking | continued

[spectralhunter]

[spectralhunter]

❝ . . . ❞ He is mind-blown. Who could have known, that veiled beneath breathtaking beauty, lay a sneaky little thief. takumi's lips parted but gave way to no more than a gasp, words found themselves sealed behind a dry throat or at least it felt that way to him. our investigator's eyes found themselves captured in the sleek texture of sae-byok's lips: glossed, plump, fundamentally rivalling temptation itself.

❝ Wait, what did you say? I already told you I don't speak whatever language that is. ❞ finally a queue to liberate himself from the stupor. takumi retrieved a next-generation mobile, switching on the " gaggle " translator and raising it to sae-byok's mouth level.

@in-yeon | continued

[spectralhunter]

By day, he's just another face online; by night, he streams live ghost hunts, chasing the paranormal to fill up his pockets and to bring his viewers that much needed shot of adrenaline. His YouTube channel is packed with eerie encounters, EVP sessions, and enough haunted lore to keep anyone on life support waiting for another episode.

Blog for Takumi Sakata, self-proclaimed professional paranormal investigator. 18+, not all that selective, give a like or follow so you can get checked out.

[spectralhunter]

☠ - visit a cemetery at night

Wrought cast iron gates of Hollowrest Cemetery groaned as parted, birthing before them a dishevelled cracked path. Gravestones leaned like drunks in the dark, and the chill in the air bit a little sharper than the season allowed.

Our investigator adjusted the strap of his satchel, one hand resting lightly on the EMF reader hooked to his belt — the red standby light blinking. ❝ You feel it, don’t you? The cold. How it doesn’t let up no matter how many layers you wear. If not, then I am definitely cold when around you, which is concerning. ❞

He cast a sideways glance at her, half-smiling. ❝ This place should help us figure out why. Old cemeteries tend to stir up the kind of answers people usually regret hearing or something like that. ❞ He stepped carefully between sunken graves, shining a dim flashlight across a row of names worn down by time.

I𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐋𝐞𝐚𝐝 : Things to do in October

[nichhed-deactivated20260203]

Throughout her time as a New Eridu resident, staying within the homely comfort of Sixth Street, one would assume that the proxy would ensure that every passing second is treasured, becoming part of a ritualistic appreciation. Hidden admist the rubble of decaying lands, that was when such a realisation dawned on her. Truly, it had been a miracle the collapsed buildings provided such shelter from the lurking beast in the first place.

"Couldn't you have just gotten a new camera?? Nobody knows we're in here," the retorts came through gritted teeth, though she knew it was pointless in bickering about it now. "I can use any pre-existing data piles to get us out of here, but we will have to be careful, and very quiet, no matter how close it gets." Despite her words, her nerves were on edge, emphasising the anxiety pumping through her veins. With a deep breath in, she finds herself looking at him once more, before analysing the scene before her.

Fortunately for them, there was one not too far off from their current location. It'd be a start.

"I'm going to head to the first data pile, while you serve as surveillance. Remember to keep quiet." Belle awaits for the closest semblance of quiet before working her body through the gaps in the frame they'd tucked themselves away in not too long ago. She knows Wise would get worried and eventually request Fairy's help, but that wouldn't be for another while. A small grunt leaves her lips, with her body freezing at every thud heard in the distance, her legs carrying her as quickly as she could go to begin their mission out.

[spectralhunter]

Dead End Hollow - would be a darn shame to living in such a forgettable place. ❝ S - Surveillance?! ❞ The word caught itself in his throat like a dry splinter. His silhouette traced her path, close as a shadow but twice as clumsy. It wasn't simple for a young man wearing a trench coat to navigate the maze of steel, full of protruding teeth and ragged edges from what used to be a living industry - as if the Hollow wanted his movement impaired. His heart crashed against its cage of bone with each crashing bolt of thunder, all 'till Takumi's boot trashed a discarded can. Its bellowing echo vibrated across the deadly quiet, shattering what little silence remained undisturbed between the bolts of light. ❝ F - fuck me. . . ❞ Takumi's panicked gaze flinched between Belle and the now still can, tracing skywards towards two derailed trains - and the ethereal. A colossal tower of immaculate muscle, its glowing and translucent head contorting in order to slowly gaze their way: no facial features, none, yet its burning presence burned itself into our investigator's psyche.

A low, bitter sigh escaped him. No use hiding now.

Takumi tugged at the collar of his trench coat, then pulled it free with one swift motion. The fabric caught the wind like a veil parting from his shoulders, causing it to drop aside so he could move freely with his buttoned shirt. ❝ I know what you're going to say. . . ❞ The butcher slammed its blunt weapon, cracking the very earth beneath it with ease without noticing Belle. ❝ I'll keep him busy, remember - you owe me my camera. ❞

Our investigator suddenly bolted.

❝ HEY, COME GET YOUR DINNER! ❞ As if blessed by the greek god himself, Takumi took flight by sprinting on the opposite direction of Belle. He had a feeling that she'd come back to find him, otherwise, her rank as a proxy would most likely get a juicy penalty.

It worked, miraculously. Perhaps because she was more well hidden, the ethereal leaped to the closest protruding surface in an attempt to catch up.

[spectralhunter]

[in-yeon]

𝐀𝐓 𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓-𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐘 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐏, 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐄 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐎𝐀𝐓 & that beguilingly sweet smell of cinnamon eau de toilette, sae-byeok steps out of the bus with a black valise in tow, ready to ace his first debut as someone else's stuntman. it still feels quite surreal, to have travelled all the way across the world just for one boy & his dream. if by any off chance should misfortune happen & this little autumn escapade comes to light, the sheer amount of crude rumours would be endless, not to mention the vehement disappointment of his father. indeed, this doesn't sound like something sae-obyok would do at all, but here he is, walking down the limestone path as if he'd already done so a thousand times ── with a gentle smile & an equally gentle wave of a gloved hand ── his red eyes aglow from excitement.

❝ 어... ~ ⵑ takumi-ya ! ❞

meeting the other boy half way, the young korean gives a brief bow in greeting, only to notice the politely extended hand. he flatters his dark lashes just then & pauses for a moment, looking almost like a fox lost in translation. ah wait, i should probably shake it, he figures, soon enough straightening up to do just that. ❝ of course i would not miss this rare opportunity, ❞ their hands lace together gently & shake, once, twice, thrice, ❝ it's such a pleasure... to have finally met you. ❞

[spectralhunter]

Fingers laced, palms pressed together in a quiet vow as their hands shared mutual warmth in a forbidden matrimony. Takumi flashed a playful wink, it slipped from him like intoxicating nectar waiting to make the target drunk. ❝ Alright then, cute and a catch, huh? Guess I'm the lucky one for snagging you as the guest of honour. ❞ Without warning, with no care for personal space, Takumi yanked the young man closer, just so the contact of chest to chest lingered enough for his arm to slip over the guest shoulder, pulling him in closer.

Our investigator's pace guided the two down the dirty path layered in shattered marble stone slabs. Meanwhile Takumi waved his free hand towards the van, as if the blind jerk would somehow summon someone from within. ❝ Matt, open up! ❞ At his command, willing or not, a fairly large young man slammed open the van's side door, unleashing a bath of lights that swallowed any imminent darkness up. The inside was any nerd's dream, screens blinking and cameras laid on the floor waiting for a master to configure their settings.

This was the real deal, or so Takumi wanted it to look like. ❝ Here's the guy I was talking about, not bad ey? ❞ Matt slipped his middle finger under the rim of the ragged glasses, pushing it up in order to find some comfort. ❝ Pretty sure that's not what you were saying before Takumi. ❞ His unbothered gaze landed on sae-obyok, feeling almost sorry for him being dragged into this.

[horrificmemes]

Things to Do in October: Starters

Send me a symbol for a thread or drabble in which the characters…

🎃 - carve Jack o’ Lanterns 🍁 - go on a scenic autumn walk 🔮 - see a fortune teller 👻 - tell ghost stories 👹 - go to a Halloween store 🕯 - perform a seance 🌽 - go through a corn maze 🌾 - go on a hayride 🌱 - go to a pumpkin patch 🍿 - have a Halloween movie marathon 🔪 - have a horror movie marathon 🍎 - go apple picking 🤡 - go to a haunted house attraction 🎭 - be actors at a haunted house attraction 🥕 - go to a farmer’s market 🔥 - have a bonfire 😱 - play scary slumber party games (Bloody Mary, the Midnight Game, etc…) 🎨 - do a craft  ☠ - visit a cemetery at night 🏈 - go to a football game 😈 - try on Halloween costumes 🌳 - take a drive to see the trees ⌛ - go to an antique store 👽 - talk about conspiracy theories 🌄 - go hiking ☔ - go on a rainy day walk 🥨 - make snacks for a party 🍬 - go shopping for Halloween candy 🍭 - hand out candy on Halloween 🥐 - cook some comfort food 😏 - play a scary prank 📚 - go to a library or bookstore 🎈 - plan a Halloween party together 🎉- attend a Halloween party together ☕ - go to a cozy cafe 📍 - sew homemade Halloween costumes 🎧 - listen to music together 🏚 - go poke around in a haunted location 🎪 - go to a creepy carnival 🏠 - sit at home by the fireside 🚂 - go on a scenic train ride 🍂 - rake leaves 🎫 - go on a tour of a spooky location 🍷 - go to a winery/brewery ⛺ - rent a cabin for the weekend 🏰 - spend the night in a spooky vacation spot

[neon-wonderlands]

Artist: moertel

[spectralhunter]

❝ Oh God. . . ❞ Takumi hissed through clenched teeth, pressing his back hard against what looked like a crumbling support beam of a train platform. His breath fogged in the air, warm and panicked against the cold temperature, barely audible over the deep, guttural groaning of the colossus moving somewhere above them — an ethereal so massive that the ground seemed to briefly quiver at each given step.

❝ Of all the days to lose my goddamn camera ! ❞ He jabbed a thumb toward the broken stairwell they'd barely escaped through, as if Hunter, his pet rat, might scurry out of the shadows and fix this mess with a loud squeak.

He looked over at Belle, crouched beside him. ❝ Tell me you’ve got a plan. Or a grenade. Or literally anything that can piss off a ten-ton behemoth and make it go away ! ❞ Another bellow echoed through the structure, followed by the shriek of twisted metal. Takumi muttered something profane under his breath, clutched his EMF reader like it might turn into a weapon.

𝗖𝗼𝗹𝗹𝗮𝗯𝗼𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗼𝗿 : @nichhed | starter ( Belle )

[spectralhunter]

❝ Hold up — let’s take one step back, ❞ Takumi expressed, quickly flipping his notepad to a fresh page, his pen already scribbling shorthand. His eyes narrowed as if the mind was doubting what he was writing. ❝ So. . . you're saying you can talk to ghosts, like, directly? As in, full-on back-and-forward, talk-to-talk like buds? ❞ Our investigator creased a brow and dashed her a sceptical glance. ❝ Because if you’re legit — and I mean super legit, then you might just have a front-row seat on tonight’s shoot, hell, second-case lead. ❞ He glanced toward the store's window, where the van sat idling across the lot, Matt waiting with the gear while Hunter perched on the dash like a tiny, judgemental menace.

@modernspellsword | starter

[spectralhunter]

Hunter, supposed to play the role of "emotional support pet" plays an integral part in Takumi's skirmishes. A fan favourite mascot who mostly seems to know which room not to enter, or sometimes takes too long to give that "warning".

At first, Takumi thought the whole "psychic pet" thing would be just a meme, yet aside from popularity, there have been times when the air got cold, cameras glitched, Matt screamed and doors slammed for no reason - Hunter would be looking in that direction, nose twitching, fur bristling as if he could see something but there's nothing there.

Takumi never admits it to anyone, but listening to Hunter has been good for his health. Fame's important but dying on camera? That can't be good for monetization.

[spectralhunter]

❰❰ MEDIC ❱❱ sender bandages receiver’s wounds

Our investigator sat on the edge of the battered bed, his jaw clenched and mind racing as his collaborator carefully unwrapped a clean set of bandages. The gash was deeper than he’d realised, ripped open during that frantic scramble out of the bunker, when the demonic figure had lunged at him from the darkness's belly.

Even now, the image haunted him: glowing eyes, twisted, unnatural limbs, wearing gnarled fang. He blinked, had it been his imagination? Did he get scared, his mind conjured a prank and he hurt himself while fleeing the place? Pulling himself back into the present just in time to see a cotton swab drenched in antiseptic approaching the wound. “ Wait—! ” he barely managed before the sting hit. “ Ah! Easy, easy! ” he yelped, instinctively pulling his arm back. It stung, sure, but he hadn't realised just how important that step was.