#halloween plot

[whitneywrites]

muse a has recently moved back to their hometown after going through a messy divorce. muse a has their child for the halloween weekend and takes them out trick-or-treating. it’s the end of the night and muse a has agreed to visit one more house before heading back home. muse a knocks on the door and is surprised when they see muse b, their former high school sweetheart, greeting them with a bowl full of candy and the smile muse a could never get out of their head. 

[ofbookshelves]

since we are closing in on halloween, i would love one of those plots that's like "i visited the carnival that came into town and was completely entranced with the ringleader of the cirque who gave me a rose during the show. and now i keep seeing them around the carnival and why is there a rose left at my front door that looks suspiciously like the one the ringleader gave me???"

[justxaxstory]

Tricks or Treats  -  Halloween

As usual, you guys put up with my crazy so well that it is ridiculous. I don’t deserve you.

I’ve posted a few of my Halloween thread ideas:

Lonely Witch

All that Time Gives

The Wolf

The Kitten

In the Spirit of Halloween

An Original Idea (because you guys know I always have more!)

So, here is my idea for the fun of Halloween in the event that you cannot decide which of the above plots you like better.

Randomizer fun!! 

So reply to this post with the name of your muse and if you have any preference as to which one of my muses you would like to play with for Halloween. 

Maximum one muse of yours. I’m fine with selecting from my three muses but not yours. If you can’t pick plot, my muse or your muse then I am just too oscar the grouch this week to deal. Sorry my lovely friends -- it simply is what it is!!

If we haven’t played much previously or you are a new follower, this is a fun way to get into the mix of my craziness and see if you like writing with my bad men. 

You have until Saturday at noon EST to make your interest known by replying in the notes to this post (please don’t reblog as it fucks up my notifications). After that point I am taking down this post and will be working on the starters.

Sidenote - f you know which plot you would like, then please feel free to discuss with me directly or just put up a starter. I’m cool with that  This offer is strictly for those who seem to be stuck in the quandary of which plot interests them the most.

[plotsforall]

MY FRIENDS DRAGGED COAXED ME INTO GOING TO THIS HAUNTED HOUSE DESPITE MY CRIPPLING MINOR FEAR OF ALL THINGS HORROR. I TRIED TO RUSH THROUGH IT AS NONCHALANTLY AS POSSIBLE TO AVOID BEING CALLED A CHICKEN, BUT WHEN I FELT A CREEPY HAND ON MY SHOULDER, NATURALLY I TURNED AND PUNCHED BEFORE ASKING QUESTIONS. NOW I’M WAITING AT URGENT CARE WITH YOU BECAUSE I MIGHT HAVE BROKEN YOUR NOSE. ON THE PLUS SIDE, YOUR COSTUME IS DOPE?

[theprincessbard]

Halloween Movie Magic

Muse A is watching their favourite Halloween movie at home one night, unaware that a wizard living a few houses away has had a spell go awry. About twenty minutes into the movie the TV begins to glow and Muse A finds they are inside the movie as their favourite character. They can use their knowledge of this movie to change what happens and become part of the story or let the movie play out in hopes of freeing themselves from the landscape. But if you die in the movie, do you die in real life?

Twist A: Muse B is watching the same movie and hit with the same magic to find they are trapped in the movie too as another character. Can Muse A and Muse B help each other escape the movie magic? What will happen if they are pitted against each other trying to survive long enough to escape?

Twist B: The only way to escape is to die, but it goes against every instinct Muse A has. And then there is the fact that they are the villain, and all these screaming idiots are just too easy to kill.

Twist C: The only way to escape is to die, but this is a kid’s Halloween movie and it seems nearly impossible to die. Hilarious hijinks ensue as the movie Gods find different ways to thwart Muse A and B’s attempts to get killed.

More plots

[ricktactoe]

Halloween rp (closed)

@healingmorticia

Months had passed since anyone caught a glimpse of Rick. It was as if the void had swallowed him. There one second only to be gone in a flesh.

Now the old scientist had showed up at a much younger and equally as lighthearted kid's door, knocking without a care for what time it was. He had something important to tell her but feared that whatever was out there might get him first. Looking around nervously everything seemed normal but definitely off. Rick couldn't wait and portaled to the other side of the door, bursting into Morticia's room. "We need to talk." Despite the panic he kept his voice barely above a whisper.

[justxaxstory]

Halloween Tails - the Kitten

Really, you only have yourself to blame. You should have known better. 

But what were you supposed to do when you found the tiny soaked kitten on your front step? It cried as you picked it up and huddled into your arms. 

You dried it off and fed it milk. When it finally stopped shivering, you adjusted the collar to find a simple tag, almost impossible to see, but still present. 

The tag merely had an address, not even a phone number. 

Foolish foolish girl.

You really should have known better. 

When you looked at the address on your phone, it was some distance away. How did the poor kitten get so far! Oh the dear thing. Surely someone was missing their sweet kitten. He curled up in your arms now. Just a little ball of fluff now that he was dry.

You get into your car, following the directions on your phone, until you reach a solid gate, tall and imposing. You press the buzzer to message the house. A voice answers - rich and deep. You shiver but you aren’t sure why. 

“I have your kitten.” you say.

Foolish foolish girl.

The gate buzzes open and your car passes through with ease. As it swings shut behind you, you jump but the kitten, still curled in your lap starts to purr. 

“Almost home” you reassure but you cannot quell that tension in your shoulders or the tightness in your jaw. 

The drive is encircled by trees so tall and imposing that when you finally break through, you are startled by the size of the house. It is much bigger than you even thought possible.

Gathering the kitten in your arms once again, you make your way to the front door. Inexplicably you wish you had dressed better for the occasion. 

Foolish foolish girl.

The door swings open before you can even knock. 

The next morning you wake up. No memory of the night before.

Night.

Oh no. 

It’s been days. So long you were reported missing. So long your home has gathered dust. 

So long that there is another heartbeat growing under your heart. 

Foolish foolish girl.

[justxaxstory]

In the Spirit of Halloween

It was just a silly ghost story. A parlour trick to frighten first years at the prestigious Juniper College, an exclusive college experience for women from around the world. Subsisting primarily on an exquisitely well-funded foundation and the support of its alumni, the College attracts the best and the brightest. They boast that their alumni are Supreme Court Justices, Diplomats, Activists and Authors who have changed the world in addition to the assortment of doctors, lawyers, engineers and academics. It is an institution to be envied, so much so that several men have tried to apply. However the terms of the Foundation are clear, if any male students are admitted, the Trust shall be broken and the land sold. All legally parsed in such a manner that the Foundation cannot be amended.  

Most of the alumni warn their lovely daughters to stay well away from the old Ragnarsson Manor. Even when their clever and sophisticated daughters shake their heads and scoff at their mothers’ worries, those daughter cannot help but feel a shiver of fear as they drive onto the campus and past the old residence.  

Little do they know that it is the one of the condition of the Foundation - that the Ragnarsson Manor remain standing. Maintenance is performed daily but no one has lived in the old Manor in over a century. No one stays overnight, coming to work only during daylight hours. Rumour has it that every male descendant of the first Ragnarsson to come to America has died on those grounds. They have survived wars on foreign soil, plagues, hurricanes, earthquakes and floods. They were said to be indestructible. Each one returned to the Manor grounds when they knew their time was about to come and there they passed into the next life. The Ragnarsson family mausoleum lies behind the grand Manor. No one has been added in at least two generations. There is only one living Ragnarsson left, an old woman who lives in a flat in Paris and has no intention of ever returning to the old homestead. Oh no, it is the responsibility of Juniper College now. She is well out of it, as she is fond of saying.  

Each year as the term settles in and the dorms fill up, the stories are told. Of the girls who enter the grounds of Ragnarsson Manor. It is said that if you go to the lit room, on the second floor and lie upon the bed when the clock strikes midnight, they will come to you. The Ragnarsson men. They will come, one after the other. Again and again. Taking your innocence. Defiling your body. But if you are brave, it may be the greatest night of your life. 

However, before the dawn breaks you must ask for mercy, say that you have had enough, and ask to go home. Or they will not release you. You will disappear, like so many before, to be given to the Ragnarsson men for all of eternity. And you will never leave again.

Few can suppress the shiver. Even as they laugh at the absurdity of the tale, their eyes flick to that one, inexplicably lit bedroom window, and they wonder. Was a night of pleasure worth risking ones life?