Spooky Halloween Asks!

Spooky Halloween Asks!

Boogeyman: what’s your weirdest/most irrational fear?

Candy Corn: what’s the best Halloween candy? the worst?

Crow: do you believe in omens? which ones?

Exorcist: do you believe in demons?

Ghost: have you ever encountered a spirit or haunted place?

Haunted: do you like haunted houses (or corn mazes, hayrides, etc.)?  if so, what’s the scariest one you’ve participated in?

Mothman: do you know of any local urban legends, or is there an urban legend that really freaks you out?

Mystery: what’s the strangest unsolved mystery that you’ve heard of?

Scream: favourite horror film?

Spell: do you believe in magic, or any sort of otherworldly powers? 

Trick or Treat: do you have any plans for Halloween this year?

UFO: do you believe in aliens, and do you think they visit Earth?

Werewolf: what cryptid or monster do you think could actually exist?

Witches: are you going to dress up this year? if yes, as what? 

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Halloween/Autumn Sentence Starters

I feel like I do one of these every year, but you know what? Always a good thing to revisit! 

“Can you help me rake? I’ll let you jump in the leaf pile.” “I don’t usually do anything for Halloween.” “Let’s go for a walk. The trees are beautiful.” “Halloween is my favorite holiday and I never have any plans.” “I’ve got a collection of horror movies and pizza delivery on speed dial. Want to come over?” “I’m having a bonfire. You should join me.” “I love the smell of autumn.” “There’s a huge haunted house opening up this weekend. Want to go?” “A walk in the woods seems like a bad idea. Ever seen Blair Witch Project?” “What kind of candy should we get?” “I’m getting the chocolate for me, and the lollipops we can give to the kids.” “Ooh! A pumpkin patch! We have to stop.” “Do you want to check out that corn maze?” “I hate haunted houses. Why would I pay for someone to scream at me?” “Honestly, I’d rather see teens trick-or-treating than breaking windows and egging houses.” “What’s the use of putting peanut butter on a pinecone?” “I’m just passing out candy this year.” “I’m making some cocoa. Do you want some?” “Should we buy some patterns for our pumpkins or just wing it?” “Autumn is my favorite season.” “Don’t tell me you’ve never had a candy apple.” “This time of year is the best just for all the creepy shows on TV.” “Million dollar question: Nightmare Before Christmas or Hocus Pocus?” “Want to make an autumn wreath with me?” “If you carve a dick on this pumpkin, I swear to god.” “I’ve been waiting all year for sweater weather.” “Is it too cliche to visit a cemetery on Halloween?” “I wish I could put apple cider in a pick line and drink it forever.” “What was your favorite Halloween costume as a kid?” “I got invited to a costume party. Do you want to come with me?” “Bobbing for apples is gross. Everyone’s nasty faces have been in there.” “Gourds are so ugly but also so cute. I want a thousand of them.” “I’m thinking of hosting a Halloween party this year.” “Trick-or-treating is for children. Let’s go cause some trouble.” “That hay ride was a lot scarier than I thought it would be.” “Painting pumpkins is cute, but it takes away all the fun of the guts.” “I’m in a baking mood. I hope you like cookies.” “I’m just not in the Halloween spirit yet.” “I want to decorate the yard big time this year.” “The scariest looking houses always give the best candy, it’s fact.” “My parents never used to let me do anything fun on Halloween.” “Want to hear a spooky story?” “Here, I knitted you something!” “Everyone is excited for Halloween, but I can’t wait to stuff my face on Thanksgiving.” “I think our house is haunted.” “A ouija board on Halloween: what could go wrong?”

Draw the Muse: Classic Horror edition

Send me a category letter + number (example: A1) for me to design my muse(s) based on one of these icons from classic horror literature, film, legend, or history! Note that the classic characters’ gender does not need to affect your design!

A) Book Characters

Doctor Frankenstein 

Frankenstein’s Monster

Dr Jekyll and/or Mr Hyde

Count Dracula

Wilhelmina Harker

A Lovecraftian Horror

The Phantom of the Opera

Abraham Van Helsing

Dorian Gray (+ painting, as a bonus)

The Headless Horseman

Bride/Groom of Frankenstein

B) Movie Characters (+ book and movie)

Creature from the Black Lagoon

Count Orlok

Regan McNeil

Jason Voorhees

Chucky doll

Pennywise the Clown

Freddy Krueger

Jack Torrance

Annabelle doll 

The Mummy

Sadako/Samara

The Wolfman

C) History/Urban Legend

The Candyman

Elizabeth Bathory

Jack the Ripper

The Bell Witch

Bloody Mary

Mothman

Lizzie Borden

Resurrection Mary

The Hook

Boogeyman

The Slit-Mouthed Woman

“If that’s the case, then don’t push them out the way. Isn’t that how people stay grounded toward their goals?”

“I do this to protect people. If you don’t believe that, that’s your problem. There’s the door- use it.”

“Not really, was gonna grab some takeout and then go home,” She answered as she held onto his hand. She’s not ready to let go, even if space is a tad bit apart in between the two of them. She didn’t want to leave. Never again does she want to leave

“But that sounds better than my plan, the takeout can wait,” She added chuckling. She didn’t drink much at all. The last time she drank was New Year’s in 1999, soon to be 2000. Before that was the night the Berlin wall fell. Never heavily,  she stopped doing that after 1900. It’s been a while, and this was a happy occasion. A very happy one indeed. It was a good time to celebrate.

“I’d love that, catching up. I’d like to know what you’ve been up to, little monster,” She called him so endearingly holding his hand. “Where’d you like to go? It’s up to you.”

Thread:: Reclaiming A Monster’s Lost Treasure

She halts when she hears a distant shot. Climbing out of the abandoned ship she’s in she pops up to inspect what it could be. She can’t see anything for miles for there was nothing but red sand. But the one sound was enough to indicate this place was no longer safe. That she had to leave so that she wouldn’t be next.

Disappearing back into space, she reemerges a couple moments later with everything she had with her. Jumping out onto the red sand, the instability of the sand pulling her in. From there, she makes the trudging journey through the red grains because her talons cannot grasp such loose footing. 

Through the loose footing, she eventually climbs her way onto the red hills, hoping to gain sight of her ship. She sees her grey ship stand out against the red. But she looks around to figure out where the sound came from. She wants to make sure where it is so she can avoid it. She assumes either it’s someone blasting or someone being blasted. She didn’t want to find out for herself.

crimson red is all he sees, like bright blood staining crimson sands underneath a salt surface; he remembers Crait like he remembers his name, ingrained into him like an angry scar, vivid and defined- but this is all rough edges, all violence and dark memory. 

he is stronger than this- a descendant of the Empire, a soldier of the Order, empowered by the memory of the Sith, he is stronger than this, and he will soldier on, come hell or high water, through anything the worlds have to throw at him, with the rusty taste of hot blood in his mouth and the sting of salted sweat in the wounds; he will always, always keep going, until the deeds are done.

so To hefts his blaster, drags himself up from the ground, ignoring his busted nose from where the butt of the rebel blaster smashed into his visor and knocked the tinted transparisteel into his face, and aims. squeeze the trigger, he tells himself, and shoots down the fleeing rebel. score.