#spooktober — Public Fediverse posts

It's about that time again, as we enter into #Spooktober season, we take the time to play spooky games all October long, and today's VOD has us jumping back into some ghost hunting with #Phasmophobia with the Ghost Crew!

It's crazy how much the game updated by this point, and from what I've seen recently the game has gotten even more crazy! So many new ghost types, tools, and all the updates to the maps both old and new make this quite the spooky sandbox!

https://youtu.be/5EIi2ozxxxE

#Gaming #VideoGames #Streaming #LetsPlay #LiveStream #Twitch #TwitchStreamer #SmallStreamer

But broadly it holds up - granted the parapsychologist and the skeptic are shaky: it captivates the feel of long-form live TV a bit *too* well (ie it sags in a very genre-appopriate way) and calling Mr Pipes' cupboard a "glory hole" has aged poorly, especially for a story where kids are integral - but the ending is genuinely creepy and it's also a spot-on parody of that kind of telly.

Not amazing but very solid, worthy of rotation.

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#Spooktober #MovieNight

Bit of a late #Spooktober #MovieNight for you all, between Halloween and Bonfire Night. Watched Ghostwatch - only 33 years and a couple of days late.

Obviously with the pretence of it being a live recording of Enfield Poltergeist-style ongoings it loses something in watching it late. Even the "live" Inside No. 9 was so much better on the night vs a rewatch, and that's one of the 2010s' finest shows.

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These are all the games I played this month for my own #spooktober marathon!
Did you play anything spooky this month? 👻
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#videogames #gaming #silenthill #ps2 #ps4 #ps5 #horror #horrorgames #retrogaming #clocktower #faith #lastlabyrinth #nightinthewoods #fnaf

These are all the games I played this month for my own #spooktober marathon!
Did you play anything spooky this month? 👻
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#videogames #gaming #silenthill #ps2 #ps4 #ps5 #horror #horrorgames #retrogaming #clocktower #faith #lastlabyrinth #nightinthewoods #fnaf

Celebration spooky day officially with personal art, @velvet and lots of sugar! Psst, it's on FA too!

#CaffeinatedCultist #Art #ArtistsOnMastodon #MastoArt #FurryArt #FediArt #Furry #FurryArtist #DigitalArtist #MonsterArt #SpookySeason #Spooktober #SoftVore #PersonalArt #FantasyArt

🎃🔄🤣😂 #pumpkin #Halloween #Halloween2025 #Spooktober #spookymonth 🤣😂

Farewell, spooktober.

#spooktober #halloween #HappyHalloween

https://youtu.be/sOnqjkJTMaA

Los #fantasmas nos han acompañado desde siempre. En #Mesopotamia, o tenías una buena muerte y podías disfrutar de una monótona vida como la que conocías, o te quedabas entre los vivos actuando acorde a la causa de tu muerte. #spooktober #halloween
https://resolviendolaincognita.blogspot.com/2021/10/fantasmas-mesopotamia.html

#Spooktober #Halloween, #BWFri #ColoraDay all in one shot. A Common Raven in monochrome, perched on a wire, calling to friends #Birds 🪶 #EastCoastKin #Photography

Happy #Halloween! Here’s our attempt at the ghost pic trend😂 she wasn’t feeling too cooperative -🎃👻💀 #31DaysOfHalloween #spooktober #photography #scape #EastCoastKin #rescue #dogs #RescueDogs #ghost #fall #autumn #pets #aussie #stunday #DogsofBluesky #petpic #bokeh #doublemerle #aussie #ausshole

Last day of #Spooktober You can buy my collection of stories at a discount on @ko-fi.com today ko-fi.com/s/d33c50d04d Universal link books2read.com/b/mgB2Nq btw, if you're subscribed to #KoboPlus you can read it for free www.kobo.com/in/en/ebook/... #KoboPlus #WritingCommunity #ReaderSky 📚💙

The Forgotten Alley (and other...

Aktuell im Kleinen Themenspezial: „Düster Düster Düster – ein Horror- und Mystery-Sammelsurium aus Deutschland“

Halbwegs pünktlich zum „Spooky Month“ hier mal keine Importgüter, sondern handverlesene Kuriositäten aus eigenem Anbau …:

Die Schlangengrube und das Pendel (1967)
Der Mönch mit der Peitsche – Edgar Wallace (1967)
Vampyros Lesbos – Erbin des Dracula (1970)
Die Zärtlichkeit der Wölfe (1973)
Parapsycho – Spektrum der Angst (1973)
Laurin (1981)
Der Todesking (1989)
Felidae (1994)
Kondom des Grauens (1996)
Nachtschatten (2000)
Hotel (2004)
Tears of Kali (2004)
Wir sind die Nacht (2010)
Der Nachtmahr (2015)
Luz (2018)

⁨⁨#Horror #Mystery #spooktober #shocktober #horrorctober ⁨#SpookyMonth ⁨⁨#Film⁩⁩⁩⁩⁩⁩ ⁨⁨⁨⁨⁨⁨#Kino⁩⁩⁩⁩⁩⁩ ⁨⁨⁨#Movies⁩⁩⁩⁩⁩⁩ ⁨⁨⁨⁨⁨⁨#Cinema⁩⁩⁩⁩⁩⁩ ⁨⁨⁨⁨⁨⁨#cinemastodon⁩⁩⁩⁩⁩⁩ ⁨⁨⁨⁨⁨⁨#FilmBubble #DresdenBubble #DresdenNeustadt⁩⁩⁩⁩⁩⁩

Tonight is the night! All our lives have been leading up to this.

Happy Halloween 🎃

Gonna be watching Trick ’r Treat for the first time tonight!

#Halloween #Spooktober

Las "trompetas" fueron un instrumento recurrente en las sesiones de espiritismo de principios del siglo XX. Mediante varios métodos, pretendían amplificar las ténues voces de los muertos. 🏛️Biblioteca de la Universidad de Cambridge #spooktober #paranormal

Last night wound up doing a double-feature for #spooktober - the OG 'House on Haunted Hill' along with... 'Carry On Screaming'... 🤪

So now the two have now become a weird gestalt entity in my mind, wherein Vincent Price and Kenneth Williams are having a sort of arch camp-off, and it's oddly glorious.

A tiny normal spiderweb for my last #WebWednesday

Spiderweb + dew = guaranteed cool photo ☺️

#Spooktober #spiderweb #nature

I finished my new weirdcore song just in time for Halloween!

https://phracker.bandcamp.com/track/y

#Weirdcore #Experimental #ExperimentalMusic #Electronic #ElectronicMusic #Digital #DigitalMusic #Creepy #Creepypasta #Spooky #Spooktober #Eerie #Ambient #AmbientMusic #DarkAmbient #Dark #Darkness #Music #Musician #Musicians #MastoMusic #Musodon #Indie #IndieMusic #IndieArtist #Electronica #AvantGarde #AvantGardeMusic #Glitch #GlitchMusic #Glitchy #GlitchyMusic

El más allá llamó y quisieron descolgarlo. #spooktober #fantasmas #ghost #paranormal

https://resolviendolaincognita.blogspot.com/2025/10/psicofonia-fenomenos-voz-electronica-muertos-espiritus.html

Current progress on Y - my weirdcore track for Halloween!

#Music #Musician #Musicians #Electronic #ElectronicMusic #Electronica #Experimental #ExperimentalMusic #AvantGarde #AvantGardeMusic #Creepy #Creepypasta #Eerie #Spooky #Halloween #Spooktober #Weird #WeirdMusic #Weirdcore #Glitch #GlitchMusic #Digital #Audacity #Effects #SoundEffects #Indie #IndieMusic #IndieArtist #IndieArtists #Musodon

Current progress on Y - my weirdcore track for Halloween!

#Music #Musician #Musicians #Electronic #ElectronicMusic #Electronica #Experimental #ExperimentalMusic #AvantGarde #AvantGardeMusic #Creepy #Creepypasta #Eerie #Spooky #Halloween #Spooktober #Weird #WeirdMusic #Weirdcore #Glitch #GlitchMusic #Digital #Audacity #Effects #SoundEffects #Indie #IndieMusic #IndieArtist #IndieArtists #Musodon

Current progress on Y - my weirdcore track for Halloween!

#Music #Musician #Musicians #Electronic #ElectronicMusic #Electronica #Experimental #ExperimentalMusic #AvantGarde #AvantGardeMusic #Creepy #Creepypasta #Eerie #Spooky #Halloween #Spooktober #Weird #WeirdMusic #Weirdcore #Glitch #GlitchMusic #Digital #Audacity #Effects #SoundEffects #Indie #IndieMusic #IndieArtist #IndieArtists #Musodon

Got this eerie sound effect by generating some dial tone sounds and then applying several filters to the track.

#Sound #SoundEffects #Music #Musician #Musicians #Audacity #SoundEngineering #Audio #AudioEditing #Experiment #Experiments #Experimental #ExperimentalMusic #Noise #NoiseMusic #NoiseExperimental #ExperimentalNoise #Creepy #Creepypasta #Eerie #Spooky #Mysterious #Spooktober #Filters #Musodon #Digital #DigitalAudio #AudioProduction

Plump Kings.

4. The Plump King’s Patch

#FanFiction #IAmInLoveWithTheVillainess
#wss366 #MastoPrompt

"Thump, thump." Something woke Claire and Rae in the middle of the night

Rae grabbed Claire, shivering. “Did you hear that? “Footsteps! On-on-on the roof.”

For once, Claire didn’t push her away. “There’s someone up there,” she hissed. “Go see what it is?”

Rae pried her arms off and got out of bed.

“Splash, squish.”

“There’s water!” Rae’s voice was shrill as she stepped into a puddle of water by the bed. “A ghost’s been here.” [Note: In Japan, ghosts are associated with water. When one visits you, it often leaves a puddle of water behind.]

Claire crept out of bed. “Squish, splash.”

In the moonlight, Rae could see Claire biting her lip. Her hand trembled as she grasped Rae’s.

“There’s something in the garden.” Claire’s voice squeaked.

“Garden?” Rae muttered to herself.

Claire tugged on Rae’s hand. “We need to find out what it is. The kids. We have to protect them.”

Rae followed Claire through the shadowy house.

“Rattle, rattle, bang.”

Claire shrieked as the pots and pans in the kitchen danced.

Rae chuckled to herself. This was going much better than she’d expected. Claire had swallowed the bait: hook, line, and sinker. She was even imagining things out in the garden. Rae hadn’t even put anything in the garden. This was a whole new #level of teasing!

Rae opened the door and stopped. In the garden, a ghostly head floated amid the weeds at the garden's edge. Its eyes and mouth flickered like dying candles. It was a face that was stamped indelibly in her mind, synonymous with villainy.

“Salas Lilium,” Rae muttered. “Returned for revenge, no doubt.”

She squeezed Claire’s hand and said in a low voice, "#Joint attack." Then, she charged out of the house shouting, “Team Claire!” The door slammed behind her.

Gales of laughter spilled out, not from the apparition but from Claire.

“Surprise,” Claire sputtered between peals of laughter. “You didn’t think you were going to fool me this time, did you?”

Under the pumpkin, which was carved to look like Salas, Rae found warm blankets and cushions.

Rae smiled. Claire was the kindest, loveliest bully she’d ever known.

#MicroFiction #TootFic #Serial #NMV366 #NMFic
#WataOshi #Pumpkin #Halloween #Spooktober

Weird web-like structures in an autumn morning forest. It must be a seasonal thing, since we've never seen them there before. And they were everywhere!

If anyone knows what they were made by, let us know! (Unles it's something too terrible, then we probably don't want to know.)

#Spooktober #WebWednesday #creepy #nature

.14: #WebAuthorsCafe 10/20-10/26: Show us your talent, share a spooky 100-word drabble. (exactly 100 words excluding the title, hashtags and any comments you make.

#百物語 #HyakuMonogatari: 15 Immortality 永遠

Only darkness and silence, except for the tap, tap, tap of Elderkin's held hands. A slow conversation passed from one to the next. A rhythm that kept the emptiness at bay. They shared memories from when there were suns, planets, and even further back, to when life existed. Memories of hunting warm blood and the promise of eternal life.

Now, only the perpetually tormented by a hunger that could no longer be fed remained, along with the tap, tap, tap.

Tap, tap, tap. The Founder said Myrien had uttered rebellion.

Hands let go.

Myrien spun off into entropy's eternal stasis.

Inspired by @HeliaXyana's post:

#Drabble #Horror #Halloween #NMPrompts #NMFic #NMWAC #MicroFiction #TootFic #Vampire #Spooktober #Drabbletober

Plump Kings.

3. Claire’s Plump Kin

#FanFiction #IAmInLoveWithTheVillainess
#wss366 #MastoPrompt

“Don’t #trip, Honey,” Rae called as Claire brought two jack-o’-lanterns into the bedroom.

Rae looked at them critically. “They’re not very scary. Even the kids didn’t think they’d keep ghosts away.”

Indeed, Claire’s pumpkins weren’t scary. In fact, they looked like her friends Pipi and Loretta. She’d even added hair to each one: long pink wool for one and short brown moss for the other. Cute would have been a better description. “Claire’s Plump Kin,” Rae had called them.

“I made them for the kids,” Claire said. “I didn’t want them to have nightmares or wake up terrified in the middle of the night. Yours almost frightened even me!”

“You did look rather pale.”

“I did not! I would have been happy to put yours in our bedroom if the kids hadn’t insisted on keeping it in theirs.”

“Be honest. You’re just jelly because the kids like mine better.”

“Am not!”

“I hope Pipi and Loretta are up to scaring off ghosts. It’s All Plump King's Eve, when ghosts and goblins walk the earth.”

“You made that up!”

“Actually, I didn’t. If I’m lying, I’m dying. It’s actually called All Hallows Eve. Why, I’ll eat a Thanksgiving dinner you cook if I’m making it up.”

“Same thing,” Rae thought. “Your cooking is a no-save instant death.”

Claire gave up. “Whatever, go to sleep.”

“Do have too, your Plump Kin give off such a romantic #ambient light.”

To be Continued in: "The Plump King’s Patch

#MicroFiction #TootFic #Serial #NMV366 #NMFic
#WataOshi #Pumpkin #Halloween #Spooktober

Plump Kings.

Chapter 2. Plump King Carving

#FanFiction #IAmInLoveWithTheVillainess
#wss366

“These are the ‘Plump Kings,’ ‘Plump Kin,’” Rae said, setting the last pumpkin down. "They come from a long, proud line of squishes."

On the table was a row of four pumpkins, one for each member of the François/Taylor household. Near the pumpkin seeds and innards, lay on a board ready to be washed clean and roasted.

Claire’s face turned scarlet as she waved her knife. “How often do I have to say it's pumpkin? You're a terrible example for the kids.”

Rae grinned. “I love it when you’re like that, but we promised not in front of the kids.”

“Mommy,” May said. “We know it’s pumpkin. Don’t be mad at Mother.”

“Don’t tease Mommy,” Aleah instructed Rae. She turned to Claire and added, “Count to ten when you feel angry, Mommy. That’s what Rae always says.”

“Sorry.” Claire gritted her teeth and spoke slowly, enunciating each word. “Don’t teach the kids the wrong word.”

May patted Claire’s knee. “We promise not to call them Plump Kings if it bothers you so much.”

“Yeah, Mommy. We won’t.” Aleah echoed.

“Claire, I solemnly promise never to call them Plump Kings again,” Rae said.

Patting the kids’ heads, Claire began smiling. “Thank you.”

“Okay, time to carve the Plump Kin,” Rae announced.

“I crown you the Plump King!” Claire said. Scooping up a handful of pumpkin innards—“splat!”—Rae was crowned.

#MicroFiction #TootFic #Serial #NMV366 #NMFic
#WataOshi #Pumpkin #Halloween #Spooktober #SliceOfLife

Plump Kings.

1. All Plump King’s Eve

#FanFiction #IAmInLoveWithTheVillainess
#wss366 #MastoPrompt

May entered the kitchen with a basket full of zucchini #buds and flowers. Right behind her, Aleah arrived, carrying a big, round orange pumpkin.

“What are you going to do with these?” May asked, setting her basket down next to the carrots Rae was peeling.

“I’ll dip these in batter and fry them until they’re crispy and golden brown,” Rae said, holding up a blossom. “It’s called tempura.”

“And this,” Aleah said, setting the pumpkin down on the table.

“I’ll turn this one into a pie.”

“Pie?” the two girls asked. “From a squash?”

“Indeed. I exchanged the recipe with Frater for the spices. It’s a yummy pie. You just wait.”

She continued, “I’ll need another small pumpkin to turn into tempura and a big one to make into a jack-o’-lantern.”

“What’s a jack-o’-lantern?” a new voice asked. The faint scent of the lotion Rae had made Claire preceded it: regal geranium with a hint of #creeping thyme.

The two girls rushed to the door, each hugging one of Claire’s legs. “We were gathering veggies for Mother Rae,” the girls squealed.

One girl went on, “See all the orange flowers I picked?” While the other said, “I brought in a huge Plump King.”

“They’re lovely flowers and a huge pumpkin,” Claire said, emphasizing the last word. “I ask again, what is a jack-o’-lantern?” Suspicion edged her voice.

“You take a Plump King and carve a face into it. Something scary. Then at night, you put a lit candle inside to scare away ghosts. It’s like throwing beans at oni.”

“And the ogre’s run away,” the May shouted.

Claire rolled her eyes.

“Does that work?” Aleah asked.

“No, it doesn’t work,” Claire said, glaring at Rae. “And they’re called pumpkins, not Plump Kings.”

“I like the name Plump Kings,” Rae said. “On special nights, magic like that works. So we’re going to put out jack-o’-lanterns to scare away the ghosts, ghouls, and skeletons that walk about on All Plump King’s Eve. Who knows? A ghost might sneak in that night and scare my lovely Claire.”

“If a ghost sneaks into our bedroom, it’ll be sleeping in the Plump King patch. You hear me, Rae Taylor!”

Continued in “Plump King Carving”

#MicroFiction #TootFic #Serial #NMV366 #NMFic #Yuri
#WataOshi #Pumpkin #Halloween #Spooktober #SliceOfLife

Plump Kings.

1. All Plump King’s Eve

#FanFiction #IAmInLoveWithTheVillainess
#wss366 #MastoPrompt

May entered the kitchen with a basket full of zucchini #buds and flowers. Right behind her, Aleah arrived, carrying a big, round orange pumpkin.

“What are you going to do with these?” May asked, setting her basket down next to the carrots Rae was peeling.

“I’ll dip these in batter and fry them until they’re crispy and golden brown,” Rae said, holding up a blossom. “It’s called tempura.”

“And this,” Aleah said, setting the pumpkin down on the table.

“I’ll turn this one into a pie.”

“Pie?” the two girls asked. “From a squash?”

“Indeed. I exchanged the recipe with Frater for the spices. It’s a yummy pie. You just wait.”

She continued, “I’ll need another small pumpkin to turn into tempura and a big one to make into a jack-o’-lantern.”

“What’s a jack-o’-lantern?” a new voice asked. The faint scent of the lotion Rae had made Claire preceded it: regal geranium with a hint of #creeping thyme.

The two girls rushed to the door, each hugging one of Claire’s legs. “We were gathering veggies for Mother Rae,” the girls squealed.

One girl went on, “See all the orange flowers I picked?” While the other said, “I brought in a huge Plump King.”

“They’re lovely flowers and a huge pumpkin,” Claire said, emphasizing the last word. “I ask again, what is a jack-o’-lantern?” Suspicion edged her voice.

“You take a Plump King and carve a face into it. Something scary. Then at night, you put a lit candle inside to scare away ghosts. It’s like throwing beans at oni.”

“And the ogre’s run away,” the May shouted.

Claire rolled her eyes.

“Does that work?” Aleah asked.

“No, it doesn’t work,” Claire said, glaring at Rae. “And they’re called pumpkins, not Plump Kings.”

“I like the name Plump Kings,” Rae said. “On special nights, magic like that works. So we’re going to put out jack-o’-lanterns to scare away the ghosts, ghouls, and skeletons that walk about on All Plump King’s Eve. Who knows? A ghost might sneak in that night and scare my lovely Claire.”

“If a ghost sneaks into our bedroom, it’ll be sleeping in the Plump King patch. You hear me, Rae Taylor!”

Continued in “Plump King Carving”

#MicroFiction #TootFic #Serial #NMV366 #NMFic #Yuri
#WataOshi #Pumpkin #Halloween #Spooktober #SliceOfLife

Plump Kings.

1. All Plump King’s Eve

#FanFiction #IAmInLoveWithTheVillainess
#wss366 #MastoPrompt

May entered the kitchen with a basket full of zucchini #buds and flowers. Right behind her, Aleah arrived, carrying a big, round orange pumpkin.

“What are you going to do with these?” May asked, setting her basket down next to the carrots Rae was peeling.

“I’ll dip these in batter and fry them until they’re crispy and golden brown,” Rae said, holding up a blossom. “It’s called tempura.”

“And this,” Aleah said, setting the pumpkin down on the table.

“I’ll turn this one into a pie.”

“Pie?” the two girls asked. “From a squash?”

“Indeed. I exchanged the recipe with Frater for the spices. It’s a yummy pie. You just wait.”

She continued, “I’ll need another small pumpkin to turn into tempura and a big one to make into a jack-o’-lantern.”

“What’s a jack-o’-lantern?” a new voice asked. The faint scent of the lotion Rae had made Claire preceded it: regal geranium with a hint of #creeping thyme.

The two girls rushed to the door, each hugging one of Claire’s legs. “We were gathering veggies for Mother Rae,” the girls squealed.

One girl went on, “See all the orange flowers I picked?” While the other said, “I brought in a huge Plump King.”

“They’re lovely flowers and a huge pumpkin,” Claire said, emphasizing the last word. “I ask again, what is a jack-o’-lantern?” Suspicion edged her voice.

“You take a Plump King and carve a face into it. Something scary. Then at night, you put a lit candle inside to scare away ghosts. It’s like throwing beans at oni.”

“And the ogre’s run away,” the May shouted.

Claire rolled her eyes.

“Does that work?” Aleah asked.

“No, it doesn’t work,” Claire said, glaring at Rae. “And they’re called pumpkins, not Plump Kings.”

“I like the name Plump Kings,” Rae said. “On special nights, magic like that works. So we’re going to put out jack-o’-lanterns to scare away the ghosts, ghouls, and skeletons that walk about on All Plump King’s Eve. Who knows? A ghost might sneak in that night and scare my lovely Claire.”

“If a ghost sneaks into our bedroom, it’ll be sleeping in the Plump King patch. You hear me, Rae Taylor!”

Continued in “Plump King Carving”

#MicroFiction #TootFic #Serial #NMV366 #NMFic #Yuri
#WataOshi #Pumpkin #Halloween #Spooktober #SliceOfLife

Plump Kings.

1. All Plump King’s Eve

#FanFiction #IAmInLoveWithTheVillainess
#wss366 #MastoPrompt

May entered the kitchen with a basket full of zucchini #buds and flowers. Right behind her, Aleah arrived, carrying a big, round orange pumpkin.

“What are you going to do with these?” May asked, setting her basket down next to the carrots Rae was peeling.

“I’ll dip these in batter and fry them until they’re crispy and golden brown,” Rae said, holding up a blossom. “It’s called tempura.”

“And this,” Aleah said, setting the pumpkin down on the table.

“I’ll turn this one into a pie.”

“Pie?” the two girls asked. “From a squash?”

“Indeed. I exchanged the recipe with Frater for the spices. It’s a yummy pie. You just wait.”

She continued, “I’ll need another small pumpkin to turn into tempura and a big one to make into a jack-o’-lantern.”

“What’s a jack-o’-lantern?” a new voice asked. The faint scent of the lotion Rae had made Claire preceded it: regal geranium with a hint of #creeping thyme.

The two girls rushed to the door, each hugging one of Claire’s legs. “We were gathering veggies for Mother Rae,” the girls squealed.

One girl went on, “See all the orange flowers I picked?” While the other said, “I brought in a huge Plump King.”

“They’re lovely flowers and a huge pumpkin,” Claire said, emphasizing the last word. “I ask again, what is a jack-o’-lantern?” Suspicion edged her voice.

“You take a Plump King and carve a face into it. Something scary. Then at night, you put a lit candle inside to scare away ghosts. It’s like throwing beans at oni.”

“And the ogre’s run away,” the May shouted.

Claire rolled her eyes.

“Does that work?” Aleah asked.

“No, it doesn’t work,” Claire said, glaring at Rae. “And they’re called pumpkins, not Plump Kings.”

“I like the name Plump Kings,” Rae said. “On special nights, magic like that works. So we’re going to put out jack-o’-lanterns to scare away the ghosts, ghouls, and skeletons that walk about on All Plump King’s Eve. Who knows? A ghost might sneak in that night and scare my lovely Claire.”

“If a ghost sneaks into our bedroom, it’ll be sleeping in the Plump King patch. You hear me, Rae Taylor!”

Continued in “Plump King Carving”

#MicroFiction #TootFic #Serial #NMV366 #NMFic #Yuri
#WataOshi #Pumpkin #Halloween #Spooktober #SliceOfLife

Plump Kings.

1. All Plump King’s Eve

#FanFiction #IAmInLoveWithTheVillainess
#wss366 #MastoPrompt

May entered the kitchen with a basket full of zucchini #buds and flowers. Right behind her, Aleah arrived, carrying a big, round orange pumpkin.

“What are you going to do with these?” May asked, setting her basket down next to the carrots Rae was peeling.

“I’ll dip these in batter and fry them until they’re crispy and golden brown,” Rae said, holding up a blossom. “It’s called tempura.”

“And this,” Aleah said, setting the pumpkin down on the table.

“I’ll turn this one into a pie.”

“Pie?” the two girls asked. “From a squash?”

“Indeed. I exchanged the recipe with Frater for the spices. It’s a yummy pie. You just wait.”

She continued, “I’ll need another small pumpkin to turn into tempura and a big one to make into a jack-o’-lantern.”

“What’s a jack-o’-lantern?” a new voice asked. The faint scent of the lotion Rae had made Claire preceded it: regal geranium with a hint of #creeping thyme.

The two girls rushed to the door, each hugging one of Claire’s legs. “We were gathering veggies for Mother Rae,” the girls squealed.

One girl went on, “See all the orange flowers I picked?” While the other said, “I brought in a huge Plump King.”

“They’re lovely flowers and a huge pumpkin,” Claire said, emphasizing the last word. “I ask again, what is a jack-o’-lantern?” Suspicion edged her voice.

“You take a Plump King and carve a face into it. Something scary. Then at night, you put a lit candle inside to scare away ghosts. It’s like throwing beans at oni.”

“And the ogre’s run away,” the May shouted.

Claire rolled her eyes.

“Does that work?” Aleah asked.

“No, it doesn’t work,” Claire said, glaring at Rae. “And they’re called pumpkins, not Plump Kings.”

“I like the name Plump Kings,” Rae said. “On special nights, magic like that works. So we’re going to put out jack-o’-lanterns to scare away the ghosts, ghouls, and skeletons that walk about on All Plump King’s Eve. Who knows? A ghost might sneak in that night and scare my lovely Claire.”

“If a ghost sneaks into our bedroom, it’ll be sleeping in the Plump King patch. You hear me, Rae Taylor!”

Continued in “Plump King Carving”

#MicroFiction #TootFic #Serial #NMV366 #NMFic #Yuri
#WataOshi #Pumpkin #Halloween #Spooktober #SliceOfLife

A perfect scaffolding for a spiderweb ☺️

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THIS SEASON OF DRAGULA IS ON FUCKING FIRE.
HOLY DEAR SATAN.

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#TimeTravelingGhost Part 49: EP 4: 1937 Amelia Earhart.

#Wss366 #TimeTravelAuthors 10/13. What does someone else in the story think of you? #SundayLit color

The spheres were round robin egg-sized #opals or #moonstones, with smoky #blue fire in their depths and pleasantly cool to the touch.

“Those could be dangerous,” Emily said. “I would hate for something bad to happen to you. I’ve never been much use for intellectuals, but I like you.”

“Thanks.” Then, in a faltering voice, I said, “I like you too. I’m glad we met.”

Holding out my hand, I continued, “You should take two of these.”

I was met with a questioning look, so I added, “It doesn’t make sense, but nothing that’s happened to me recently does. I just have a feeling that these were meant for us.”

Her fingers briefly touched mine as she took the spheres. Her fingertips were warm. Surprising for a ghost. That was another strange thing. But I was glad.

“Shall we find out about our ‘friends,’ the rabbits?'” I said, my hand still outstretched.

It tingled faintly in my grasp—a comforting feeling.

The foggy tropical night faded, replaced by a lush #emerald-#green light streaming down like sunlight #filtered through a stained-glass window, so brilliant that I was temporarily blinded.

#TootFic #MicroFiction #Serial #TimeTravel #NMFic #Spooktober

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#TimeTravelingGhost Part 48: EP 4: 1937 Amelia Earhart.

#Wss366 #MastoPrompt #TimeTravelAuthors 10/11. Saturday excerpt (optional word: most) #Occultober 10. #Nephelomancy #SundayLit Colour

We approached Amelia and the signal fire. Its #blue flames gave off no heat, chilling us instead.

Stopping a few feet from Ms. Earhart. My prepared speech froze in my throat when she spoke.

“See the clouds?” She asked, staring at the sky that rimmed the ocean. “I’ve always loved flying in their midst and wondered what they said. I imagined them whispering their #most guarded secrets: ‘Life is short; soar.’ If there’s a God, surely he must speak through them.”

She raised a ghostly hand and pointed to the mist moving across the moon. “Tonight, they say, there will be an end.”

Her hand dropped, and she turned toward us. “You came to rescue me?”

“No. Just to visit.” I said. The comment was deliberately cryptic. I wanted to draw her in slowly.

“Then I’ll have to wait for a ship,” she said.

Emily spoke next. “There won’t be a ship. Nobody comes for you.”

“Then they’ve given up? Forgotten?” Amelia’s voice was thin. The last word was edged with despair.

“A hundred years from now, they’ll still be searching. You’ll still be inspiring women to be bold. That’s your legacy,” I said.

“Legacy,” her voice now laced with pride.

“Noonan?” she asked.

“He’s dead, too,” I said.

“So this is the end they foretold.” Her hand swept, taking in the sky. “Not a rescue, but death.”

“It’s time to soar. The clouds want to share their secrets with you.” Unlike her usual pragmatic tone, Emily’s voice held deep compassion. It touched me.

“You no longer need wings.” Emily continued. “Let go of the earth and take flight.”

A smile touched Amelia’s face for the first time. “Thank you. I didn’t realize. But I’ll be back. I want to be the first woman in space.”

With that, she faded. #God rays streamed from the moon, illuminating her. Then they were gone, and with them, Amelia Earhart vanished.

All that remained were the #marble-like embers of her fire. #Moon-bright #pellets that winked at us.

#TootFic #MicroFiction #Serial #TimeTravel #NMFic #Spooktober

#TimeTravelingGhost Part 48: EP 4: 1937 Amelia Earhart.

#Wss366 #MastoPrompt #TimeTravelAuthors 10/11. Saturday excerpt (optional word: most) #Occultober 10. #Nephelomancy #SundayLit Colour

We approached Amelia and the signal fire. Its #blue flames gave off no heat, chilling us instead.

Stopping a few feet from Ms. Earhart. My prepared speech froze in my throat when she spoke.

“See the clouds?” She asked, staring at the sky that rimmed the ocean. “I’ve always loved flying in their midst and wondered what they said. I imagined them whispering their #most guarded secrets: ‘Life is short; soar.’ If there’s a God, surely he must speak through them.”

She raised a ghostly hand and pointed to the mist moving across the moon. “Tonight, they say, there will be an end.”

Her hand dropped, and she turned toward us. “You came to rescue me?”

“No. Just to visit.” I said. The comment was deliberately cryptic. I wanted to draw her in slowly.

“Then I’ll have to wait for a ship,” she said.

Emily spoke next. “There won’t be a ship. Nobody comes for you.”

“Then they’ve given up? Forgotten?” Amelia’s voice was thin. The last word was edged with despair.

“A hundred years from now, they’ll still be searching. You’ll still be inspiring women to be bold. That’s your legacy,” I said.

“Legacy,” her voice now laced with pride.

“Noonan?” she asked.

“He’s dead, too,” I said.

“So this is the end they foretold.” Her hand swept, taking in the sky. “Not a rescue, but death.”

“It’s time to soar. The clouds want to share their secrets with you.” Unlike her usual pragmatic tone, Emily’s voice held deep compassion. It touched me.

“You no longer need wings.” Emily continued. “Let go of the earth and take flight.”

A smile touched Amelia’s face for the first time. “Thank you. I didn’t realize. But I’ll be back. I want to be the first woman in space.”

With that, she faded. #God rays streamed from the moon, illuminating her. Then they were gone, and with them, Amelia Earhart vanished.

All that remained were the #marble-like embers of her fire. #Moon-bright #pellets that winked at us.

#TootFic #MicroFiction #Serial #TimeTravel #NMFic #Spooktober

#TimeTravelingGhost Part 48: EP 4: 1937 Amelia Earhart.

#Wss366 #MastoPrompt #TimeTravelAuthors 10/11. Saturday excerpt (optional word: most) #Occultober 10. #Nephelomancy #SundayLit Colour

We approached Amelia and the signal fire. Its #blue flames gave off no heat, chilling us instead.

Stopping a few feet from Ms. Earhart. My prepared speech froze in my throat when she spoke.

“See the clouds?” She asked, staring at the sky that rimmed the ocean. “I’ve always loved flying in their midst and wondered what they said. I imagined them whispering their #most guarded secrets: ‘Life is short; soar.’ If there’s a God, surely he must speak through them.”

She raised a ghostly hand and pointed to the mist moving across the moon. “Tonight, they say, there will be an end.”

Her hand dropped, and she turned toward us. “You came to rescue me?”

“No. Just to visit.” I said. The comment was deliberately cryptic. I wanted to draw her in slowly.

“Then I’ll have to wait for a ship,” she said.

Emily spoke next. “There won’t be a ship. Nobody comes for you.”

“Then they’ve given up? Forgotten?” Amelia’s voice was thin. The last word was edged with despair.

“A hundred years from now, they’ll still be searching. You’ll still be inspiring women to be bold. That’s your legacy,” I said.

“Legacy,” her voice now laced with pride.

“Noonan?” she asked.

“He’s dead, too,” I said.

“So this is the end they foretold.” Her hand swept, taking in the sky. “Not a rescue, but death.”

“It’s time to soar. The clouds want to share their secrets with you.” Unlike her usual pragmatic tone, Emily’s voice held deep compassion. It touched me.

“You no longer need wings.” Emily continued. “Let go of the earth and take flight.”

A smile touched Amelia’s face for the first time. “Thank you. I didn’t realize. But I’ll be back. I want to be the first woman in space.”

With that, she faded. #God rays streamed from the moon, illuminating her. Then they were gone, and with them, Amelia Earhart vanished.

All that remained were the #marble-like embers of her fire. #Moon-bright #pellets that winked at us.

#TootFic #MicroFiction #Serial #TimeTravel #NMFic #Spooktober

#TimeTravelingGhost Part 48: EP 4: 1937 Amelia Earhart.

#Wss366 #MastoPrompt #TimeTravelAuthors 10/11. Saturday excerpt (optional word: most) #Occultober 10. #Nephelomancy #SundayLit Colour

We approached Amelia and the signal fire. Its #blue flames gave off no heat, chilling us instead.

Stopping a few feet from Ms. Earhart. My prepared speech froze in my throat when she spoke.

“See the clouds?” She asked, staring at the sky that rimmed the ocean. “I’ve always loved flying in their midst and wondered what they said. I imagined them whispering their #most guarded secrets: ‘Life is short; soar.’ If there’s a God, surely he must speak through them.”

She raised a ghostly hand and pointed to the mist moving across the moon. “Tonight, they say, there will be an end.”

Her hand dropped, and she turned toward us. “You came to rescue me?”

“No. Just to visit.” I said. The comment was deliberately cryptic. I wanted to draw her in slowly.

“Then I’ll have to wait for a ship,” she said.

Emily spoke next. “There won’t be a ship. Nobody comes for you.”

“Then they’ve given up? Forgotten?” Amelia’s voice was thin. The last word was edged with despair.

“A hundred years from now, they’ll still be searching. You’ll still be inspiring women to be bold. That’s your legacy,” I said.

“Legacy,” her voice now laced with pride.

“Noonan?” she asked.

“He’s dead, too,” I said.

“So this is the end they foretold.” Her hand swept, taking in the sky. “Not a rescue, but death.”

“It’s time to soar. The clouds want to share their secrets with you.” Unlike her usual pragmatic tone, Emily’s voice held deep compassion. It touched me.

“You no longer need wings.” Emily continued. “Let go of the earth and take flight.”

A smile touched Amelia’s face for the first time. “Thank you. I didn’t realize. But I’ll be back. I want to be the first woman in space.”

With that, she faded. #God rays streamed from the moon, illuminating her. Then they were gone, and with them, Amelia Earhart vanished.

All that remained were the #marble-like embers of her fire. #Moon-bright #pellets that winked at us.

#TootFic #MicroFiction #Serial #TimeTravel #NMFic #Spooktober

#TimeTravelingGhost Part 48: EP 4: 1937 Amelia Earhart.

#Wss366 #MastoPrompt #TimeTravelAuthors 10/11. Saturday excerpt (optional word: most) #Occultober 10. #Nephelomancy #SundayLit Colour

We approached Amelia and the signal fire. Its #blue flames gave off no heat, chilling us instead.

Stopping a few feet from Ms. Earhart. My prepared speech froze in my throat when she spoke.

“See the clouds?” She asked, staring at the sky that rimmed the ocean. “I’ve always loved flying in their midst and wondered what they said. I imagined them whispering their #most guarded secrets: ‘Life is short; soar.’ If there’s a God, surely he must speak through them.”

She raised a ghostly hand and pointed to the mist moving across the moon. “Tonight, they say, there will be an end.”

Her hand dropped, and she turned toward us. “You came to rescue me?”

“No. Just to visit.” I said. The comment was deliberately cryptic. I wanted to draw her in slowly.

“Then I’ll have to wait for a ship,” she said.

Emily spoke next. “There won’t be a ship. Nobody comes for you.”

“Then they’ve given up? Forgotten?” Amelia’s voice was thin. The last word was edged with despair.

“A hundred years from now, they’ll still be searching. You’ll still be inspiring women to be bold. That’s your legacy,” I said.

“Legacy,” her voice now laced with pride.

“Noonan?” she asked.

“He’s dead, too,” I said.

“So this is the end they foretold.” Her hand swept, taking in the sky. “Not a rescue, but death.”

“It’s time to soar. The clouds want to share their secrets with you.” Unlike her usual pragmatic tone, Emily’s voice held deep compassion. It touched me.

“You no longer need wings.” Emily continued. “Let go of the earth and take flight.”

A smile touched Amelia’s face for the first time. “Thank you. I didn’t realize. But I’ll be back. I want to be the first woman in space.”

With that, she faded. #God rays streamed from the moon, illuminating her. Then they were gone, and with them, Amelia Earhart vanished.

All that remained were the #marble-like embers of her fire. #Moon-bright #pellets that winked at us.

#TootFic #MicroFiction #Serial #TimeTravel #NMFic #Spooktober

Model-D with DI

#Wss366 #MastoPrompt

“What cha doing, Grandpa?” Todd asked.

“What’s it look like? I’m #cranking the engine. You want to try?”

“Naw. I got a new car, a Chevy Roadster. This here Ford Model-A starts hard.” Todd kicked a car tire.

“This baby is one of those newfangled Model-Ds, Professor Muskrat been touting. This car don’t need gas, the engine is silent, no flat tires, and only smells a little of sulfur. Come with DI and even drives itself while you sleep.”

“Sounds complicated, Gramps. High-tech stuff has lots of #variables. What’s DI anyway?”

“Demon Intelligence. But the d*mn demon won’t wake up.”

#Drabble #Spooktober #Halloween #MicroFiction #TootFic #NMV366

Yay #spoopytime outside #spooktober

🎃🧡🍂🤎 🤩 Best time of the year 🙌

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A different kind of spiderweb – spotted on our juniper tree (two angles provided for your viewing pleasure).

#Spooktober #spiderweb #WebWednesday #creepy #nature

#TimeTravelingGhost Part 47: EP 4: 1937 Amelia Earhart.

#Wss366 #MastoPrompt #TimeTravelAuthors 10/7. Something odd/weird you've experienced

We didn’t have to walk far before Amelia came into view again. She stood where the inlet met the sea. Creamy currents ran past her as the lagoon emptied. A signal fire danced in front of her. Its ghostly blue flames #curled and flickered. The exposed white coral behind her blended into her ethereal form. She appeared to be the spirit of the island itself: white coral edging a deep indigo ocean. It wasn’t the weirdest thing I had ever seen, but it was close.

Emily grabbed my arm, and we stopped. Turning to face her, I waited for her to speak.

“How are we going to convince her she’s a ghost?”

“I don’t know yet.”

She nodded. “We might not be able to do things like stop the Great War, but we can do little things, like freeing her.”

“We can do that, but there might be more we can do. Next, let’s find out more about the rabbits. I think they’re up to no good.”

She nodded in agreement.

#TootFic #MicroFiction #Serial #TimeTravel #NMTTA #NMV366 #Spooktober