· SPOOKY, COMFY AUTUMN OPEN POST (CMO) ·

[hobbitholmes]

SPOOKY, COMFY AUTUMN (CMO)

WHEN THE BATS COME OUT
THE CATS COME OUT TO PLAY
IN THE MORNING AFTER DARK

A SPOOKY, COMFY AUTUMN CMO

Welcome to the open sandbox Fall/Halloween post! This is made for sandbox shenanigans, fun, and voice testing! Prompts will be included as well as a section for TEXTING and TEXT FROM LAST NIGHT! The idea is just to have some relaxing fun and enjoy the cooler weather and as the haunts come out.

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COZY, COMFY, AUTUMN LEAVES FALL

🍁 Rainy Changes.
The seasons are changing, and the fall rains are here. The leaves are falling. Where are you? Out in the city, or maybe walking through the rain thinking about the upcoming season?

🍁 Leaf Piles.
Guess what? The autumn leaves are in piles. Time to bomb in or push someone else in!

🍁 Coffee Read-Me Time.
What better to do than curl up and read with a favorite book, forum post, or social media feed? Enjoy the changing of the seasons from inside. Maybe you'll even have some company.

🍁 Make Your Own.

Why not make your own adventure as the nights turn longer and the temperature drops?

SPOOKY, SCARY HALLOWEEN

🦇 Trick-Or-Treat.
Are you taking others out on the festivities? Giving away the candy? Or maybe just watching as the madness unfolds? Either way, it's a perfect time for a fright.

🦇 Monster Mash AU.
What if you were a vampire, a werewolf, a witch/wizard, vampire hunter, mummy, ghost, or any other flavor of spook? Time to roll the dice and see what might happen if your fate was just a bit more frightful...

🦇 The Long Halloween.
How about a horrible scary night? Locked in a scary house? Maybe someone has driven everyone mad. Maybe vampires are on the loose, or there is even a zombie invasion! Whatever is happening, the dawn is far off, and you may not survive the night...

🦇 Spirit of Halloween
Is that the Headless Horseman? Are you suddenly in Sleepy Hollow? Yes, you are. Enjoy a town that makes you feel like you walked into a living incarnation of the Spirit of Halloween store... but they're not costumes.

🦇 Make Your Own.
Why not write your own Thriller?

Comments

why not we can see if we wanna do batfam shenanigans from it!

[hellblaze]

Grey Wind. Now that's an interesting name.

[ Was John Constantine always there? Maybe.

Standing a few feet away, leaning against a tree that is near the river. His cigarette smokes as he looks up at the dull autumn sky. His accent obviously paints him as British. Distinctly so.

Leaves changing color, that distinct crisp to the air. Ah, the bloody solstice soon is going to be coming up soon. Everyone will be in a down right damn tizzy.

He nods to the forest out around them. ]

Suppose that's the name of your dog, then?

[darys]

[ A stranger? A specter? Whoever or whatever he was, he hadn't been there before, and Robb turns to face John with narrowed blue eyes, his body going taut as he braces himself for a fight. A reflex more than anything these days, especially since the... incident. ]

What do you want?

[ He's heard the question, of course, but he chooses not to answer. Especially with the other so casually standing there, smoking his cigarette, asking about his wolf. Wolf, not dog, but he doesn't have to say it.

Grey Wind is approaching, heralded by the sharpening of Robb's borrowed senses. He's never been able to explain it, only that it is what it is now. ]

[hellblaze]

Come on now, mate. Last of the Starks lumping around in the woods isn't enough of a reason?

[ He raises his eyebrows as if he's supposed to be intimidated. ]

Rather dramatic too. Must be a flare your family has.

[darys]

[ Last of the Starks. That cuts Robb more than it should, enough to distract him from the fact that this man actually knows who he is. ]

What I do is none of your business. Who the hell are you?

[ He's not afraid. Grey Wind is close. And he's survived death, hasn't he? He'll just do it again. ]

[hellblaze]

[ He pushes himself off the tree and slides his hands into his pockets. Trenchcoat, arrogance, a cigarette, and a cocky smile. That was him in a nutshell at least. ]

John Constantine.