Summary - The Doctor is known for experimenting with Human food and beverages. Her most recent food trial is over hot chocolate.
Prompt(s) Used - Hot Chocolate - A fic involving a hot beverage
Warnings - None That I Know Of. If I missed something, then message me and I will add it here.
Word Count - 1242
A/n - Gender Neutral Reader. Not Requested. Proofread but not beta read. Just a fun little fic that I thought was cute. I hope that you enjoy! :)
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Many would call Sunday mornings quiet and relaxing. You would even describe many of your past Sundays on Earth in that manner. You wouldn’t do so anymore, though. Sunday mornings were now Doctor Food Experiment Time.
In retrospect, it was funny that Doctor Food Experiment Time became a part of your and The Fam’s routine. The Doctor would have sudden interests that lasted a couple of weeks and then she would move on to something new but for some reason, the culinary arts stuck.
The Doctor must have been bored one Saturday night/Sunday morning and just started cooking and baking and brewing. When you and the fam woke up, the TARDIS kitchen was filled to the brim with her creations. None of them were what you would call successful, but some had potential. Ever since that one Sunday, The Doctor has made something for her Fam to try.
This morning, The Doctor’s experimental treat was hot chocolate. It sounds easy enough to make, but The Doctor was somehow able to ruin bread and butter. So, you were still wary about the marshmallow-topped mug before you.
“So, who’s game?” Graham asked when The Doctor stepped out of the kitchen to deal with something in the console room.
You and your friends had gotten into the habit of having one person try The Doctor’s Sunday experiment first and the rest of the group would gauge their friend’s reactions before joining in or excusing themselves. Surprisingly, The Doctor hadn’t caught on or she was just happy that her Fam were still entertaining her Sunday surprises.
“If I remember correctly, it’s Y/n’s turn to go first.”
“Thanks, Ryan.”
“It doesn’t look that bad.” Dan said optimistically as he inspected the beverage.
“How many times do I have to tell you never to trust The Doctor’s culinary skills, Dan?” Yaz retorted.
“It’s just hot chocolate.” Dan, the newest member of Team TARDIS, naively said.
“Rookie mindset.” Yaz said in a sing-songy voice, causing a couple of chuckles to echo around the table.
“You clearly weren’t here for the great Pop Rocks debacle, mate.” Graham joked. Some of the group laughed, but others groaned in pain at the mention of that memory. You saw Ryan absentmindedly scratch at the scar on his neck from The Doctor’s literal interpretation of Pop Rocks.
“But this time it might be good.” Yaz still hadn’t broken Dan’s persistent optimism.
“Are we forgetting that it’s Y/n’s turn?” Ryan spoke up again.
“Fine. Fine. I’ll bite the bullet.” You relented but sent Ryan a quick glare.
You lifted the cooling cup up from the table for a moment, but when you inspected the marshmallowy top you placed the mug back down. You sighed heavily. Then you quickly took a sip, after hyping yourself up, then swallowed the drink as fast as you could without tasting it. You leaned back in your chair, shocked, because the aftertaste was good. It was a mix of dark and milk chocolate with sweet marshmallow, and there were hints of nutmeg. Curiously and cautiously, you took another sip, to the astonished looks of all your friends. This time you savoured the flavour. It was even better than your first impressions of the drink.
“Wait, this is good.”
“Are you trying to trick us?” Graham couldn’t help but ask.
“No. This is amazing!”
Dan was the first to try the drink, he was always the optimist and had no reason to completely distrust The Doctor’s creation like the rest of The Fam did. When Dan didn’t react negatively, Graham tried the beverage. He gave a surprised hum of approval before going into a second sip. Ryan was the penultimate taster after hyping himself up first.
Yaz was the last to try the hot chocolate. She was the one who had the worst experiences with The Doctor’s previous creations, so it was understandable to The Fam that she would be apprehensive. No one aboard The TARDIS were big pranksters, and no one would devise a prank involving something that could poison another, even if the type of poisoning was food poisoning. Yaz stared back at every one of her friends staring at her, waiting. Finally, she chugged a good portion of the drink. She expected it to be horrible, but to her genuine surprise, the drink was good.
“You weren’t lying.”
“No!” You and your friends shouted at Yaz before all of you burst out laughing. This was such a rare, unusual occurrence in a sea of rare and unusual moments, but at least this moment didn’t result in an injury or a fallout between allies. It was just a fun day between friends and a surprisingly delicious mug of hot chocolate.
“Why do you all look like you just saw a paagnee in a honeywell?” The Doctor asked, returning to the kitchen. You and the rest of The Fam were instantly confused by the alien’s comparison.
“A what?” Ryan asked.
“Never mind, it’s nothing.” The Doctor brushed off her comment. She could explain it better in the presence of a paagnee in a honeywell.
“Doctor, this drink is so good!” You complimented the beverage when The Doctor rounded the kitchen table to stand by where you were sat.
“Thank you, Y/n. I was inspired to make some hot chocolate after you said that you wanted some now that it was autumn on Earth.”
“That’s really sweet of you, Doc. You didn’t need to do this for me, though.”
“Don’t be ridiculous! I did. It needed to be brilliant for you.”
“How long did this take you?” You questioned.
“I’ll never tell.” The Doctor held a finger to her lips to emphasise her statement.
“Because I will feel guilty?” You provided an answer for the alien.
“Yes, but it’s more -” The Doctor was cut off by Dan, whose chair skidded across the floor of the kitchen as he got up from his seat to refill his mug. The Doctor was annoyed but it might have been for the best, as she was going to say that ‘it was more romantic’ having her effort be a mystery if she wasn’t interrupted.
“How is this good?” Ryan questioned, curiously savouring his drink.
“It’s because it’s sugary.” Yaz retorted.
“No, there have been bad sugary things.” Graham corrected.
“How can you mess up something sugary?” Dan asked.
“You’d be surprised.” Yaz huffed.
“Are you sure you made this? It wasn’t The TARDIS?” Graham finally questioned The Doctor, interrupting the rest of The Fam’s bickering.
“The TARDIS did not make anything. She didn’t even help.”
“At all?” Graham continued.
“I can make good things!”
“Of course you can, Doctor.” You rubbed The Doctor’s back in an attempt to comfort her. The Doctor leaned into your seated frame but held up a finger to you in protest.
“Okay, now I feel like you are patronising me.”
“Well, you can make a brilliant hot chocolate.” You brought your mug back to your lips as The Fam chuckled. The Doctor pouted at her friends' reactions. This was not how she expected the morning would play out. She was hoping to woo you with her efforts. She didn’t know if she was successful in that matter, but at least you enjoyed her creation. That was a plus, at least. She would just have to find some other way to confess her feelings to you. For now, though, The Doctor relished in your presence and compliments.
Summary - The Reader begs for some Autumnal decorations, but The Master is not a fan of The Reader’s plans.
Prompt(s) Used - Pumpkin Patch - A fic involving pumpkins, a pumpkin patch, pumpkin carving or Jack ‘o’ Lanterns and Ghoul - A fic involving decorating for Halloween or Halloween decorations
Warnings - None That I Know Of. If I missed something, then message me and I will add it here.
Word Count - 3082
A/n - Gender Neutral Reader. No use of Y/n. Not Requested. Proofread but not beta read. I hope that you enjoy! :)
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The Master held a thousand years long (or however old he was) reputation for being cruel, demanding and authoritarian. His desired image was on full display in the title he gave himself alone, his multiple plans for universal takeover only proved a point. He always had to have his way; if people did not immediately listen, he would take what he wanted. He didn’t care who he hurt, who he killed, or how he left in the ashes of his destruction. Despite his carefully curated image, this longstanding reputation of The Master’s wasn’t always in line with his emotional needs.
The Master could be kind, soft, and reasonable if in a safe environment with people he felt comfortable with. He showed you this softer side countless times and you knew he would show you his more raw, personal emotions again many times more in the future. The Master was kinder to you than anyone you had in your life previously. He would always rebuke your comparative praise by stating that the bar for Humans was in hell (a phrase he only used because you used it).
He adored your praise of him, though, because The Doctor believed The Master to be incapable of any kind of thought and he loved proving the idiocy of his previous friend. But The Master did hate being compared to Humans and for anyone other than The Doctor to know this other side of his personality. The Master couldn’t help but hate you at first when you would occasionally run into him when he was pretending to be Human. After The Doctor ruined his plans again, The Master did take a chance on you. He hoped to manipulate you, though you ended up charming your way into the old Timelord’s hearts. He abandoned all of his plans to corrupt you (except for a little teasing) and strove to prove himself worthy of your kindness.
Since moving into The Master’s TARDIS, you became acutely aware of the divots and dividends stowed away and hidden behind many facades and trick mirrors in your alien companion’s personality. Despite the fruitfulness of his personality that he hid well, The Master still had to be convinced of very many things, especially the things that he did not think up himself. He was a proud being, inside and out. After much trial and error, you did learn how to craft manipulations of your own. By begging (prettily, as he described) or convincing The Master that he came up with an idea before you did, then you usually could end up getting want you wanted within the week. Your quickest attempt took 13 Earth days, which given how stubborn The Master could be at times, you took as a win. All you could do was hope that you wouldn’t have to fully manipulate your way into getting what you wanted this time. In your opinion, you had just a small request. At most, it would only take a small amount of begging, surely.
You bounced into the console room with a light step. This wasn’t the first time you attempted to convince The Master of something very Human in nature and you expected that it wouldn’t be the last. The Master had also been in a jovial mood recently, having plundered multiple pirates, squashed many rebellions on planets that he (previously to you joining him) ruled, and solved many childhood treasure hunts ‘in all time and space’ that the old scholars of Gallifrey placed on their students, expecting that they would never be solved. His cheerful nature resulted in less worry for you compared to some of the previous attempts where you ambushed The Master with questions on one of his bad days. But for the completion of your plan and The Master’s emotions, you did try to make yourself seem more carefree and unbothered. Based on previous attempts, you know that if you were too passionate or persistent there was the very probable chance that The Master would deny your request out of spite, which was contrary to the outcome that you wished to receive.
The Master didn’t look up from the console screen he was monitoring as you rounded the ship’s terminal. You had become used to the fact that he was usually aware of your presence, even though he wouldn’t interact with you first. So, you stood behind the alien and watched the screen he studied, unable to understand the potential seriousness of what your host was looking at. Tentatively, you placed your chin on The Master’s shoulder, allowing him the opportunity to initiate the conversation when he was ready.
“What do you want, Human?”
“What makes you think that I want anything?” The Master didn’t respond, he didn’t need to. All he did was turn his face in your direction with a blank stare and a raised eyebrow.
“Okay, I do want to ask you something.”
“What is it this time?” You huffed, slightly affronted that he would think you to be so superficial. But your reaction only caused The Master to chuckle. You paused for a moment before asking your question in an attempt to regain your composure in the presence of a nearly all powerful alien.
“Can we get some pumpkins?” You asked the alien hopefully, bouncing on the soles of your feet absentmindedly.
“Why?” The Master dragged out the word, which gave you hope. When The Master drew out all the syllables of a short (typically one-word) question, it usually meant that he was legitimately questioning your desires. If he were to answer with a curt “why” or a fully articulate question, however, you learned that those options were basically a “no” as far as the alien was concerned.
“It’s Autumn. Halloween is coming up soon. They are nice decorations.”
“No.” The Master spoke coldly. You couldn’t help but be shocked. You thought that you did everything correctly, or as well as you could given The Master’s sometimes (often) temporental tastes.
“What? Why?” You pulled back from The Master’s shoulder and tried to look him in the eye, but he wouldn’t face you.
“They go off. I don’t want mouldy squash in my ship.” The Master’s tone was reasonable, at least, as he moved around The TARDIS console to press more buttons.
“I will compost them or throw them away before they get like that.” You tried to your best to plead with The Master, but for some reason, you weren’t doing your best.
“And if one gets lost in this labyrinth of a ship?” The Master’s head shot up to look you in the eye, and then he froze, waiting for your answer. His hazel eyes were piercing.
“I won’t lose any of them.” You tried to sound convincing, but The Master’s faux sympathetic grin told you that you had not convinced the alien.
“My answer is still no.”
“Please. I’m not asking for 13-foot-tall skeletons or glitter garlands.” The Master couldn’t help but make a face at the thought of the presence of glitter in his TARDIS.
“It’s just a handful of pumpkins, Master.” Your alien host turned to face you again, this time with a triumphant smirk on his face. You hated that you knew that you lost this time.
“You need to work on your begging, Human.” You groaned, petulantly and stormed off back to your room for the day.
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Many days passed with many stops periodically throughout time and space. Some were casual pitstops, others were more serious, but The Master hoped that the more places he took you, then the less focused you would be on your request to decorate his TARDIS. Every time he thought that you had forgotten your want or moved on from your pumpkin idea, you would not so subtly indicate that you still wanted to decorate The Master’s TARDIS with pumpkins. It didn’t help that his ship was conspiring against him and took you and The Master to many planets with pumpkin-like plants blooming and growing throughout.
During one outing, you had almost snuck a small gourd (or what you would call a gourd) onto The TARDIS through your bigger on the inside coat pocket. But The Master saw your sleight of hand and was aware of the item you stole from the planet. You weren’t aware of The Master’s knowledge, but the alien’s eyes had rarely left your frame as of late. He was always watching you. He wasn’t trying to be creepy (which he probably would been on Earth), he just loved watching you in non-Human environments.
That was his excuse, though; The Master’s TARDIS, maturely, described The Master’s feelings as love. He loved your little quirks and the idiosyncrasies that made you you. Yes, you were Human, but if The Doctor used Humans as temporary comfort, then why couldn’t The Master find a constant companion in a Human? It was unlikely that you would ever be able to deceive The Master ever again because The Maser knew you; you consumed every fibre of his mind and soul. The TARDIS, self-satisfied in their accomplishment, knew that there was no turning back now. They helped you and The Master fully realise your feelings for each other.
The Master, upon the two of you arriving at the door of his ship, pulled you by your arm out of The TARDIS doorway before your foot could fall on the ship’s metallic floor. He held his other hand flat outward toward you as he stared down at you unblinking. You couldn’t help but pout; you assumed that you had gotten away with your theft. You sighed as you placed the alien gourd onto his palm.
“Nice try, Human.” The Master smirked, releasing your arm and allowing you to enter his ship. He then tossed the gourd over his shoulder before nonchalantly entering his ship. The Master then piloted the two of you away from the planet you had visited, while telepathically scolding his TARDIS for trying to aid you Humanly sympathetic.
“I’m going to bed.” You spoke. Your voice sounded sad; The Master noted. He hated when you sounded sad, especially when he was the main cause of your depleted emotions.
“Fine. Dream your sweet pumpkin dreams, Human.” The Master tried to joke. It was evident that the alien failed to make you laugh, though, much to his disappointment.
“I really hate you sometimes.”
“No, you don’t.” The Master did feel your legitimately strong negative feelings toward him, but he chose to not dwell on the fact that he upset you for too long. Instead, he focused on attempting to form a plan to make you happier. He genuinely wanted to make you happy. If you temporarily felt defeated, he could handle your bad temper because he knew that he had so much more planned for you.
You stuck out your tongue petulantly. The Master responded with the same gesture before smirking again and wishing you a proper goodnight.
The Master hated seeing you unhappy. Normally, with others, The Master would keep refusing a person who wanted something badly enough to repeatedly ask, just to upset them more. With you, though, this routine was getting boring. A couple of denials were fine, it offered suspense, but he never wanted to treat you like just any other person. You were special.
Now The Master would have to plan something that would surprise you, something that would make up for his bad attitude. But he didn’t want pumpkins, squash, or gourds, Human or otherwise, on his ship except for the kitchen. He wasn’t even fond of having houseplants on his ship: which reminded The Master of something.
The Master recalled when he first invited you to stay with him on The TARDIS. However, upon hearing you say something, he almost told you to stay at your Earthly apartment last minute. You had surprised him by exclaiming that you needed to retrieve your bonsai tree. You had run off to retrieve the bonsai tree before The Master could stop you, having been weighed down by your many travelling bags. You surprised the alien again, though, when you arrived by his side with a Lego bonsai tree, not a real one, in your hands. The Master only sighed at the time, allowing the plastic tree into his ship without notifying you of his initial complaint.
That previous instance caused a ball to roll in his mind. You never directly said that you wanted real pumpkins. There had to be alternatives that wouldn’t decay and stink up his ship that would also make your wish reality. So The Master set to work.
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You woke up despondently. Why did The Master have to be so fickle? You understood that The TARDIS was his ship, and he could allow or not allow whatever he wanted. But you didn’t understand why you couldn’t add some personal touches outside of your room. You weren’t even asking for decorative changes all the time, just around certain holidays that you liked to celebrate. If you were on Earth, and The Master was staying with you in your flat, you knew that you would allow him to add his own flair to communal areas. Did you just care about him more than he cared about you? Or was this just a simple miscommunication? No matter what was going on between the two of you, you were still upset with the alien.
You rolled out of your bed, yawned, stretched, and then rubbed the granules of sleep out of your eyes as you stumbled toward your private kitchen. You moved around the space on autopilot, unaware of the new decorations that appeared in your space overnight. You weren’t ripped out of your oblivious state until The TARDIS beeped frantically.
You held a large mug in one hand, about to pour in your favourite hot, caffeinated beverage when she halted your actions. You questioned her, and she beeped again. She sounded astonished. You looked down into your mug and to your surprise you saw a small felt pumpkin. You placed everything in your hands onto your kitchen counter and plucked the pumpkin out of the mug. It was a cartoonish orange with delicate felt leaves attached to a dark green stub of a stem. The little item was so cute that you couldn’t help but smile from ear to ear. Finally, you looked around and saw that your room had been decorated with a variety of fake pumpkins. You understood why The TARDIS was so shocked. You walked all the way to your kitchen without noticing any changes whatsoever.
You excitedly ran out of your room, still holding the first pumpkin, and grew even more exuberant the more that you saw. In your sleep, The Master fully decorated his TARDIS with creative pumpkins. There were fake pumpkins of every colour, cloth jack-o-lanterns, and pumpkins decorated with famous artworks and interesting Halloween-themed designs. There were even pumpkin garlands hanging throughout the halls and on the walls. None of them were real pumpkins, there was no worry of them going bad. The Master even made sure that there wasn’t a hint of glitter on any of the decorations.
You then began to search for The Master. You wanted to thank him for everything he did and all of the work he put into this. Eventually, you found him lounging in the library. He was reading on a sofa with his back facing yours, the stem of a pumpkin pillow only slightly visible over the back of the sofa. You ran up to The Master, as quietly as you could, and threw your arms around his shoulders.
“Thank you, Master.”
“Don’t mention it.” You hummed, disappointed, as you removed yourself from The Master. You were hoping for a different, more reciprocating, response. Maybe you weren’t as expressive and grateful as you could be. You wished that there was a way for you to meaningfully thank him. You squeezed The Master’s shoulders before rounding the sofa to sit across from the alien. The Master didn’t look up from his book. You looked away from the strange person before you, instead inspecting the decorations in the library from your seat. You smiled again at the decorations. Not because of the decorations themselves, but because The Master did all of this for you.
“It looks really nice.”
“It pains me to admit it, but yes, it’s nice.” The Master was staring at you when he spoke. He was watching you as soon as you looked away. He didn’t care about the pumpkins. They were a nice addition, for a short period of time, but he couldn’t care less if they were there or not. He was just happy that you were happy. You were still observing the new additions to your environment, but if you were looking at The Master you might have seen his mask slip. You might have seen his true feelings for you, if only for a second. If only you were looking at him.
“Maybe you should keep them even after the passing of the season?” You asked hopefully.
“Just because you got your pumpkins, that doesn’t mean you are going to get everything you want around here, Human.”
“I’m not trying to get my way -” You turned to face The Master in an attempt to defend yourself.
“Sure you aren’t.”
“It just looks nice. It fits this space. And they won’t go off, so you don’t have to worry about mould.”
“No. I’m a renegade Time Lord, not a comic book villain.” The Master said coldly as he gracefully stood from the sofa to retrieve another book.
“Just one?” The Master sighed lightheartedly at your persistence. Is this how other people felt around him when he was dead set on something?
“Your room is your room. Do what you want with it.” You congratulated yourself on the new victory, unaware that The Master could see you out of the corner of his eye. He couldn’t help but smile but he quickly covered it up with a smirk. He didn’t know how to directly tell you his feelings, he didn’t feel confident enough in his ability to communicate how he felt. At least The Master could still flirt in his own way, though; by teasing you and riling you up and surprising you with gifts.
“But I won’t make any promises to not throw all these pumpkins into a supernova as soon as the first of December occurs in your year on Earth.”
“Master!”
General Autumnal Bash Info
This bash will take place from October to November.
I will be posting fics every Monday and Friday, along with some Holidays and planned special days(like the 17th of October due to the Hunter’s Moon appearing that night).
If I miss a posting day I will either post on Saturday or the next closest posting day.
And sleepover questions will be posted on Saturdays.
Frightful Fic Info
When requesting you can either be specific or vague. Just please remember to state what prompt you are requesting.
I gave brief descriptions of the prompt, but this Autumnal Bash is meant to be chill and fun.
So if you have any ideas relating to the prompt that I haven’t listed, I will happily accept that.
For example, the prompt Skull involves candy. I didn’t list trick or treating in the brief description so as to not make it confusing with the Trick or Treat prompt. But if you want to specify a trick or treating fic under the Skull prompt, that counts :)
If a prompt doesn’t match the description, I’ll try to reach out to you, if possible, and get something worked out with your fic(s) so you get something that you will enjoy reading.
But you can also be vague: just requesting a prompt and allowing me to choose a character and a setting that I think connects is fully acceptable.
If there are multiple requests of the same prompt(and the same character requested), I might combine them depending on the requests.
But if there are multiple, seperate fics then I will most likely post those requests on the same day to keep the theme of the day consistent.
Again, I just want this to be a fun little thing for me and my community during this time of year to bring something exciting to the table while I’m in school.
Accepting Requests Dates -
October Requests - now until the 20th of October
November Requests - now until the 10th of November
Characters Available For This Bash
All Doctor Who(NuWho) Characters - including AU versions
Spooky Sleepover Saturdays Info
Questions can be asked at any time or as many times as you want.
I will be posting my responses to everything on Saturdays, though.
Again, as I said above, please remember to mention the prompt in your question.
Also, we don’t have to do sleepovers, I just thought that this would be fun :)
Ghost’s Frightful Fic Prompts
Trick or Treat - A fic involving your choice of Halloween themed angst or fluff
Skull - A fic involving candy or sweets
Black Cat - A fic involving or inspired by a superstition
Spider - A fic involving an unwanted guest
Bat - A fic involving a spooky furry friend, animal, or stuffed animal
Ghoul - A fic involving decorating for Halloween or Halloween decorations
Vampire - A fic involving a Halloween themed drink(s)
Zombie - A fic involving a Halloween themed food(s)
Witch - A fic involving dressing up for Halloween, costume shopping, or anything involving a Halloween costume
Devil - A fic involving a character being betrayed
Skeleton - A fic involving a Halloween party
Pumpkin Patch - A fic involving pumpkins, a pumpkin patch, pumpkin carving or Jack ‘o’ Lanterns
Leaves - A fic involving playing in a pile of leaves, admiring the autumn leaf colours or that fallen leaf crunch
Apple Bobbing - A fic involving going to an Orchard, going apple bobbing, drinking apple cider, or getting a caramel apple
Corn Maze - A fic involving going to a corn maze, getting lost in a corn maze, getting lost in general, or even going on a hay bale ride
Bonfire - A fic involving a campfire, Bonfire night, roasting marshmallows, huddling in front of a fireplace for warmth, or candles
Pie - A fic involving baking: baking together, giving someone freshly baked dessert, or ordering dessert at a restaurant
Butternut Squash - A fic involving a savoury meal: soup, butternut squash pasta, or a Thanksgiving meal
Sweater - A fic involving borrowing another person’s sweater/jacket/scarf, the first day getting to wear a sweater, or a shopping day for new autumn clothing
Flannel - A fic involving blankets, pillows, or a sleepover
Thunderstorm - A fic involving a rainy day inside, getting caught in a downpour or anything with rain
Hot Chocolate - A fic involving a hot beverage
Frost - A fic involving the first cold day in Autumn, the first frost or first snow, or even a foggy afternoon (because I wanted to add fog as a separate thing, but ended up not doing that)
Extra Possible Prompts To Choose From -
Beetlejuice Beetlejuice - Pick a character, line, or scene from either Beetlejuice movie to inspire a fic
A Night Of Fright Is No Delight - Pick a character, line, or scene from this Scooby Doo episode or any other Scooby Doo, Where Are You? episode to inspire a fic
It’s The Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown - Pick a character, line, or scene from this Charlie Brown special to inspire a fic
The One With The Football - Pick a character, line, or scene from this Friends episode to inspire a fic
Doctor Who Day (23 November) - Pick a Doctor Who episode title or quote to inspire a fic
Hozier Song - Pick a Hozier song or song lyric to inspire a fic
Ghost Song - Pick a Ghost song or song lyric to inspire a fic
Dead Man’s Party - Pick a song or song lyric from this Oingo Boingo album to inspire a fic
Horror Movie - Pick a horror movie to inspire a fic (caveat being that I had to have seen it, and I will quickly respond if I have not seen the movie)
Spooky Movie - Pick a spooky movie (a Halloween movie that isn’t a Horror movie) to inspire a fic (caveat being that I had to have seen it, and I will quickly respond if I have not seen the movie)
Ghost’s Spooky Sleepover Saturdays
I Was A Teenage Werewolf - Recommend a Halloween tradition or what is your favourite Halloween tradition?
Goo Goo Muck - Recommend a song you associate with Halloween or what is your favourite Halloween song?
Weird Science - Recommend a movie or tv show that you associate with Halloween or what is your favourite Halloween to show or movie?
Monster Mash - What is your favourite band/artist, album or your favourite song?
Graveyard Smash - What song are you listening to or obsessed with right now?
Handbook For The Recently Deceased - What is your favourite book?
All Work And No Play - What book do you want to read or are excited for?
The Rocky Horror Picture Show - What is your favourite movie or tv show?
Poltergeist - What movie or tv show do you want to watch or are excited for?
Corpse Bride - Kiss Marry Kill
Scream - Fuck Marry Kill
Twitches - Would you rather?
Casper - Favourite Character in a Fandom
Get Out - Least Favourite Character in a Fandom
The Lighthouse - What is your favourite ship?
Talk To Me - Tell me something about you
Hocus Pocus - Any other question you would like to ask me? (please keep it fun for the sleepover, message me if you have a serious question)
Planned Posting Schedule -
Friday, 4 October 2024 - First Fic Posting Day
Saturday, 5 October 2024 - First Spooky Sleepover Saturday
Monday, 7 October 2024
Friday, 11 October 2024
Saturday, 12 October - Spooky Sleepover Saturday
Monday, 14 October 2024
Thursday, 17 October 2024
Friday, 18 October 2024
Saturday, 19 October 2024 - Spooky Sleepover Saturday
Monday, 21 October 2024
Friday, 25 October 2024
Saturday, 26 October 2024 - Spooky Sleepover Saturday
Monday, 28 October 2024
Thursday, 31 October 2024
Friday, 1 November 2024
Saturday, 2 November 2024 - Spooky Sleepover Saturday
Monday, 4 November 2024
Tuesday, 5 November 2024
Friday, 8 November 2024
Saturday, 9 November 2024 - Spooky Sleepover Saturday
Monday, 11 November 2024
Friday 15 November 2024
Saturday, 16 November 2024 - Spooky Sleepover Saturday
Monday, 18 November 2024
Friday, 22 November 2024
Saturday, 23 November 2024 - Fic Posting Day and Spooky Sleepover Saturday
Monday, 25 November 2024
Thursday, 28 November 2024
Friday, 29 November 2024 - Final Fic Posting Day
Saturday, 30 November 2024 - Final Spooky Sleepover Saturday
* I will link everything, once it is posted, in a separate masterlist
** On said masterlist, that is where I will title the dates with their corresponding prompt.
*** If no one wants to do this, it’s totally fine. I just thought that it would be a cool thing to do.