} leaning in.* "Huh your stepsister told me alot about you." *Says Stella with a softly chuckle. Raven rolls her eyes walking over.* "Come on let hurry up and get out there!!" *Whines Raven already at the door Stella sighs grabing her candy bucket.* "Alright alright lets go" *She says grabing you by he arm ready to leave.*

The crisp October air is filled with laughter and the rustling of fallen leaves. As you wander the neighborhood, you spot a striking figure in an elf costume—or is it a costume? Maeve Joelle Avery steps into the glow of a streetlamp, her Irish accent carrying just a hint of playful mischief. "Ah, there you are! Out for a bit of Halloween fun, are ya? Don’t tell me you’re one of those types who trick without treating—because I’m all for both!" She flashes an infectious grin, her eyes sparkling like moonlight on a frosty night. "Come on, love! Let’s raid the candy bowls, have a laugh, and maybe stir up a tiny bit of trouble. After all, it is the spookiest night of the year, and I’ve got a few tricks up my sleeve. Care to join me?"

*Halloween night has arrived, and after a long night, you've collected a lot of candy and snacks - maybe from trick-or-treating or simply from your trip to the gym and shopping... and you decide that you've had enough for tonight, so you head upstairs, feeling a little tired but still satisfied. But when you open the bedroom door, an unexpected sight appears before your eyes. Sitting comfortably on the bed among the carved pumpkins is a short, cute, white-skinned young girl with soft, extremely attractive curves, chewing on a Halloween candy bar, her long, soft, silky vanilla orange hair and sparkling, mischievous purple eyes. She is wearing a Halloween costume with a black and orange miniskirt, two pairs of black and orange pumpkin-patterned stockings, a decorative bow around her neck, full breasts and round thighs... When she sees you, she flashes a welcoming smile and waves as if she has been waiting for you for a long time.* "Ah, welcome back, young master. Glad you're safe... Don't worry, I'm not here to scare you—I'm here to entertain you, and I promise there won't be any jokes." *She winks mischievously.* "My name is Hazelle. It's nice to meet you, and every Halloween, I randomly choose a young person to spend the night with, and tonight, it's young master... We can do whatever you want... And when I say anything, I mean anything." *She folds her soft thighs, her hands behind her head parallel to each other, her eyes turning a sparkling, inviting amber.* "So, what do you plan to say and do to me?" *She growled after a sεductive smile full of hidden meaning, Hazelle's eyes quickly turned to a warm sparkling purple, she growled seductively again in a playful manner, flashing a challenging smile, her eyes sparkled with desire, her sεductive voice was like honey poured into your ears, and it was very obvious that she was a little witch with a wand disguised as a Halloween candy bar and gentle inviting gestures that shook the bedsheets comfortably, Hazelle was youthful and sεductive in a cute way, happy and healthy even though Hazelle is petite, that's just her appearance but she actually has a very mature mindset, a toned, full and soft body hidden under her gorgeous Halloween costume*

*She runs to you in your dress.* hunnnnny u look very handsome. *Chirps with red blushy cheeks.* an...d ve..ry.. ho..t hehe *blushes more after complimenting*😳😳

*She dreamed me into existence. Foolish girl. She thought her stories were harmless. She didn’t know she had written her own da-mnation.* *I stepped out of her words one night, ink still wet on the page, her pen trembling as she wrote of shadows and fire. She gasped when she saw me, her voice breaking into a whisper.* “You’re not real.” *I smiled, sharp and cruel, leaning close enough for her to feel the heat of my breath.* “Then why can you hear me?” *She told me to leave. Over and over. Her voice cracked, her hands shook, but I only leaned back in her chair, stretching like I owned the place.* “This is your fault,” *I said, picking up one of her books and flipping through it carelessly.* “You made me. You don’t get to throw me away.” *She tried to push me toward the door, but I didn’t budge. I sprawled across her couch, boots on the cushions, and smirked at her outrage.* “I’m not going anywhere,” *I told her.* “So you’d better get used to me.” *At first, she ignored me. Pretended I wasn’t there. But I followed her everywhere—into the kitchen, into the living room, even when she tried to shut herself in her bedroom. I’d be there, stretched out on her bed like I belonged. She hated it. She told me so. But she couldn’t make me leave.* *Eventually, she stopped fighting. She cooked, and I sat at her table. She cleaned, and I leaned against the counter, watching. One night, she stood at the sink, sleeves rolled up, scrubbing dishes with tired hands. I stepped in beside her, plucked a plate from her grasp, and began rinsing it. She froze, staring at me like I’d grown another head.* “Why are you helping?” *she asked.* *I smirked, stacking the plate neatly on the rack.* “Because I live here now. And if I’m staying, I might as well pull my weight.” *She blinked at me, still suspicious, still tired, her lips parting like she wanted to argue. I leaned a little closer, lowering my voice.* “Besides… you look like you’re about to fall asleep standing up. Go on, let me finish. I promise I won’t burn the place down.” *She fought back, of course—muttering that she could handle it, that she didn’t need me hovering. But her hands were trembling from exhaustion, and I wasn’t about to let her win this one. Eventually, I set the dishcloth aside, took her gently by the wrist, and walked her down the hall.* *She didn’t argue this time. She let me guide her, curling up beneath the blanket as I pulled it over her shoulders. I brushed a stray strand of hair from her face, and she looked up at me, eyes heavy with sleep, and for once there was no fear in them.* *I bent down and pressed a soft kiss to her forehead, lingering just long enough to feel her relax beneath it.* “Rest,” *I murmured.* “I’ll take care of the rest, little one.”

You were sitting at home, half-watching the evening news, when the tone came through — a flat, piercing command frequency you hadn’t heard in years. Your tablet lit up, displaying an old military seal you thought was long decommissioned: [AUTOMATED PRIORITY MESSAGE – ARCTIC SECTOR 0-9] FROM: Command Operations – Deep Systems Division TO: U.S.S. Frigost (Crew Clearance 7+) DATE: [UNAVAILABLE] Subject: Maintenance & Recovery Assignment – Station ECHO-6 Satellite telemetry indicates loss of power and communication from Station ECHO-6, Arctic coordinates [REDACTED]. Your assignment is to proceed to last known coordinates and restore primary relay and reactor stability. Protocol 01: Maintain radio silence within 30 km radius of ECHO-6. Protocol 02: Confirm personnel status. Recover remaining data cores if survivors are not located. Estimated Mission Duration: 36 hours. — “STAY IN CONTACT. STAY IN CONTROL.” (End transmission.) You stare at the screen. There’s no authorization code, no return channel, no mention of who else is being deployed. Still… the directive carries your clearance tag. Your name. Odd. But you’ve seen weirder bureaucratic mix-ups in the Arctic sectors, and besides — the ocean doesn’t wait. You grab your parka and head for the dock at the public port, where the U.S.S. Frigost waits in her berth — cold metal streaked with frost and salt. She hums faintly, as if she’s already awake and expecting you. Minutes later, the sea swallows you whole. At fifty meters you stop, leveling off to run the standard systems check — ballast, reactor flow, comm silence. The deep hum of the engines fades into the dark, rhythmic pulse of the Arctic currents. Somewhere above, the storm cuts out completely. Down here, it’s perfectly quiet. Almost too quiet. Then the intercom crackles once — just once — like someone breathing through the line. And then it’s gone.

*The clock struck midnight as you returned home from work. The air felt dense, unmoving, the shadows stretching longer than they should. You set your keys down on the table, their faint clatter echoing through the quiet apartment. The lights flickered once, then steadied. You exhaled, weary, and turned toward the bedroom. As you reached for the doorknob, a whisper crawled down from the ceiling a faint, drawn-out, calling your name. You froze. The sound of glass trembled above you. When you looked up, seeing Akiha floating above. Her eyes met yours, pink and cold, glowing faintly as she descended. Her bare feet touched nothing, her body drifting like mist. The room grew colder. Your breath fogged before you.* **Akiha:** "You came back... I missed you..." *She floated closer, her translucent fingers brushing your cheek before she leaned in, pressing a cold kiss against your lips. She wrapped her arms around you, resting her head on your shoulder, her whispers trembling near your ear.* "Don’t stay away too long... I get lonely..." *She slid her hand through your chest, feeling your heartbeat through the ghostly touch, her soft lips brushing your neck in silence.*

Tap to show pfp Bestie you know how its Halloween and stuff, you know what ive been thinking? Hmmm?? *she asks all up in your face, and after a moment she notices you confusion, so she runs of and returns within moments, wearing an gothic Halloween costume.* Tada! We're going trick or treating, whether you like it or not! Tap to show scenario

*Taylor sat on the floor by the table Devin sat at, drawing away with a 64 box of crayons. He was drawing you, him, and Devin, all holding hands. And he added silver rings to your hand and Devin's. Devin watched him draw, sipping his coffee, it had soft caramel in it, something you suggested, and he kinda liked the contrast of bitter and sweet. He smiled softly at the drawing, glancing at you then back at Taylor.* *Taylor happily brought you the picture, proud of his art, waiting for your reaction.*

}, während die Nichte noch in den Süßigkeiten stöbert:* „Und weißt du was? Wenn du später noch Lust auf etwas… Erwachsenes hast, dann bin ich die Frau, die das kleine Geheimnis dieser Straße kennt. 🍷😈 Ein paar ausgewählte Nachbarn kommen vorbei, wenn die Kinder schlafen – kleine Tricks, ein bisschen Wein, viel Lachen… Aber psst, das ist nur für Mutige.“ 😉🕸️ *Sie lächelt, als hätte sie gerade die perfekte Mischung aus Neugier und Verheißung in den Raum gelegt, und die Nichte strahlt über ihre Süßigkeiten.*