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sm-ocs-ask-blog · 3 days

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Welcome y'all to the ask blog where you can ask my OCS some questions or possibly requests something! Feel free to send in fan arts as well and your characters interacting with mine, I do want people to have fun with my OCS, you can also ask about aus that they are part of as well (Welcome Home, Cuphead, Van Helsing ect)

Rules:

•Please be respectful, do not send in hate, NSFW or anything that I could feel uncomfortable answering

•Shipping is allowed as long your character isn't a minor, all of my characters are adults

•Fan arts, stories and collabs are allowed, I enjoy seeing art of my characters!

•Don't be homophobic, proshipper or an AI user

•Be respectful

•You are allowed to ask their parents and friends as well

THIS IS MY SPOOKY MONTH AU SO I CAN DO WHATEVER I WANT IN THIS AU! THE RESPECTFUL CHARACTERS BELONGS TO SR PELO!

Character references:

Main Sona: Eric Velseb

-Son of Bob Velseb and Nina Velseb

-28 years old

-6'7 feet tall, heavyset, half native american (Zuni), speaks two languages

-Former marine, veteran, serial killer, cult member

-Relationship with Ethan

-Bisexual, has major anger issues

Nina Velseb

-Wife of Bob Velseb and Eric's mother

-42 years old

-4'9 feet tall, slightly plus size, native american (Zuni)

-Owns the Starry Night Bakery, very kind hearted and shy

-Bob and Eric are very protective of her so be careful

-Married to Bob

-Former ex's: Frank, Rick, Jack and Candy Dealer

Frankie

-Son of Frank

-24 years old

-5'1 feet tall, slightly chubby

-Best friends with Eric, Grant, Donnie and Eddie

-Relationship with Radford

-Always gets in trouble and grounded

Grant Hedony

-Son of Rick Hedony

-25 years old

-5'3 feet tall

-Best friends with Eric, Frankie, Donnie and Eddie but mostly with Eric

-Relationship with Streber

-Hardly shows any emotions but it's rare to see him do any other expressions

Eddie

-Son of Jack

-25 years old

-4'6 feet tall

-Works as a police officer

-Currently single

-Doesn't get along with Eric, often used as a punching bag (bullying around) by Eric

Donnie

-Son of Candy Dealer

-21 years old

-5'6 feet tall

-Hardly sees his dad around but he hangs out with Eddie often

-Hates his appearance but deals with it

Robbie

-56 years old (800 year old, real age)

-Real demon

-6'8 feet tall, heavyset

-He's serious all of the time and loves to keep busy

-Friends with Nina and Rick

Feel free to ask them anything, reminder it'll take awhile for me to answer all of your asks so be patient as well! I'm sure my ocs will be happy to interact with the all of you!

Main blog:

Welcome Home AU

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iamderp07 · 6 months

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Frankula, Eddiestein, and the cursed tomato gelatin mold (RIP Tomato)

I love both of them and they both look so cute in their Halloween Costumes 😭🫴💙 AHDKSDSS

#welcome home #welcome home fanart #eddie dear #frank frankly #spooky month #i love their halloween costumes!

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jacenotjason · 4 months

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Welcome Home Opposite AU x Spooky Month!?

jesus christ thats a mouthful

anyways! i finally got around to doing it! I borrowed @night-light-artz welcome home x spooky month au and squished my opposite au!

obviously go check out Night's au first!!!

yes some of the characters would fit better roles n shit, but this is supposed to be a parallel to Night's au, so all the characters take the same roles they do there. confusing maybe idk

ok! here they are!

Eddie ofc! Eddie takes Bob's place

Frank and Julie!

Frank is Lila, and Julie is Jaune!

Howdy is Kevin!

the candy club is defiantly a cover up for a drug business lol

how the FUCK did either of them become a police officer

anyways, Sally is Jack, and Barnaby is John!

my current story is that the department was REALLY desperate for officers and just grabbed a coke addict off the street like "you look like you can throw hands"

and Poppy is ofc Patty, the punk forensics officer.

i did a quick screenshot redraw too

anyways :D that was fun

Welcome Home is by Clown, Spooky Month is by Sir Pelo, and the spooky home au is by Night-Light! Opposite AU belongs to me!

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squibbledawg · 7 months

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HAPPY SPOOKY MONTH FELLAS

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trasho-pando2011 · 10 days

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doing this again

(I couldn't decide between ford and bill)

#spooky month #bob velseb #welcome home #eddie dear #team fortress 2 #tf2 #the engineer #gravity falls #ford pines #bill cipher #the amazing digital circus #tadc #kinger #the muppets #dr teeth #overwatch #roadhog #cuphead #chef saltbaker

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sg-the-mag-by · 1 month

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Bellflower Bat WH Spooky Month AU

EDIT: Added everyone else’s feelings to Bellflower. Here’s Bellflower in another AU by the ever talented and marvelous @night-light-artz This time it’s Spooky Month. And just like their Van Helsing AU this chart shows how my clearly not doing so hot bat feels towards everybody.

Starting with Eddie-As you can see she’s neutral to the guy, even if he IS the reason she no longer has an arm. Yep in this AU Frank and Eddie’s son Freddie takes Streber’s place at running the haunted house, and of course since Eddie is Bob in this AU he’s not gonna hurt his son, but anyone else is fair game in the haunted house. Unlucky for Bellflower she was that game. She did manage to fight him off but still lost her arm and got seriously injured on her left wing too. But she can’t despise Eddie because she’s been keeping Freddie safe for him and Frank and knew them both before she knew who Eddie truly was, so she doesn’t do anything and really with the amount of pain pills she’s on she’s too tired to. Eddie sees her as a friend but he was also a little too knife happy and probably a little hungry too so he was blinded by those feelings when he attacked Bellflower. Not sure how he would feel afterwards learning what he did to Belle, maybe to just avoid her for a while.

Next is Howdy-Her boyfriend, who helps her get through this tough time. Even if he looks tired and done with everything life has thrown at him, when he can get home to Bellflower he turns into a full blown cuddlepillar. He was so scared when Frank frantically called him saying Bellflower was in the hospital and seeing her with a missing arm and learning about her major blood loss and the possibility she’d never fly again really hit him hard and he swore to her unconscious boy that he’d do all he could to make her life as normal as possible. He puts her pain meds in sweet treats even if she’d take them normally but she appreciates the care. She also is accepting of him acting as her “new arm” since he’s got two to spare. She cuddles to him when she can and though suffers nightmares, night terrors( especially when she learns Eddie went to where Howdy works) and phantom limb syndrome at times she loves Howdy and he loves her.

Julie-A dear friend who actually introduced her to Frank, Eddie, and Freddy, the two hang out often, Julie helping Bellflower when Howdy can’t. She helped Bellflower stretch her injured wing so at least Belle can use it though she hasn’t tried fully flying yet she can flap it and whap people with it when they’re being stupid. Julie is also happy to be Bellflower’s second arm and wants to enter them in a three arm competition which Bellflower humors her and is helping her brainstorm ideas for what a three armed competition would entail.

Poppy-Bellflower’s wonderful cousin who, while not the one who patched her up, did visit her after the attack and keep her bandages clean and her meals filled with good fruit, but only when on her own break. Bellflower was so happy that Poppy went into the medical field and even helped her study for her tests. These two get along like sisters more than cousins and Poppy is very happy her Demisexual and Demiromantic cousin found a good Caterpillar as a boyfriend.

Sally- Since she’s a cop Bellflower has a high amount of respect for her and the job she does. She did tell her and Barnaby all that happened with the attack. Sally also hopes to bring justice to all who have been harmed by this serial killer “menace”.

Barnaby-Like with Sally she holds Barnaby with so much respect and in turn he tells her jokes that she tells to Howdy so both can unwind from the day with a good laugh before falling asleep cuddled together.

Wally-A sweet kid Bellflower babysits for Frank, as well as his pumpkin costume wearing best friend, she treats Wally as a younger brother and he sees her as an older sister. Also Freddie sees Bellflower as a sister too and feels terrible his dad did this to Bellflower but is glad she holds no ill will to anyone in his family.

And last is Frank-Frank was introduced to Bellflower by Julie when they were looking for another babysitter and not only did Belle leave a positive impression on Wally but also Freddie and quickly Frank. While their friendship is not as strong as his and Julie’s he does see her as a very good friend and she sees them as someone she can go to even when not called up to babysit or assist Freddie with any of his new projects. Frank does feel immense guilt for what Eddie did to Bellflower and is helping her through her recovery, making sure she’s able to relax even when she’s watching Wally and his friend. Bellflower has to constantly reassure Frank that she does not blame their husband for what happened and is just thankful to be alive so she can still enjoy Frank and Julie’s company. Still, Frank keeps a stock of Belle’s favorite fruits in the fridge.

And that’s Bellflower’s connection to everybody in this AU, with an addition of Freddie even if he’s not depicted here. Hope you enjoy this and thank you @night-light-artz for another wonderful WH AU.

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doublepipp · 2 months

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Ed Edd n Eddy x The Hatzgang!💸🧢

#spooky month sr pelo #ed edd n eddy #spooky month fanart #ed edd n dddy fanart #the hatzgang

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dylanmct00ny · 5 months

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COMMISSIONS

HIHIHI! I've had to open some emergency commissions cuz I only have £3 to my name, and I'm actively going to college so I cannot afford transport at the moment. Any help would be greatly appreciated!! Thank you a lot!! :)

Examples of my art:

#commission #art commisions #art commissions open #digital commisions #commisions open #cuphead #cuphead fanart #sonic the hedgehog #eddsworld #ed edd n eddy #spooky month #fanart #art comms open #sonic fanart

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wheels-of-despair · 7 months

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Flying Monkeys Couldn't Drag Me Away Pairing: Eddie Munson x You Summary: Evil Woman invites Eddie over for a fun fall night of makin' treats and watchin' a movie with the family. Contains: Early relationship fluff, kitchen chaos, unreasonable amounts of sugar, Wizard of Oz references, smoking, basically just Eddie getting comfortable hanging out with Team Evil Woman and establishing his place as Mom's Favorite. Words: 2.5k Note: This is about two months into the relationship. I've mentioned little bro by name once before, and try to keep him vague in the standalone fics… but this is domestic fall-flavored fluff set at home, where he lives, so whatever. It's Gareth. It's always been Gareth. Deal with it.

"You wanna do something tonight?"

You're sitting next to Eddie on a curb in the Hawkins High parking lot while he smokes his post-lunch cigarette. It's a chilly October day in the year 1984. You're wearing your favorite sweater, surrounded by crunchy fallen leaves, and huddled close for warmth. It's perfect.

"Actually…" you lift your head from his shoulder and look at him apologetically. "I kinda already have something."

"Oh." He visibly deflates. "Nevermind."

"With my mom," you say quickly.

He nods in understanding and takes another drag.

"We're watching The Wizard of Oz. It's her favorite scary movie."

"The Wizard of Oz is scary?"

"No, but don't tell her that," you laugh. He smiles, and you return your head to his shoulder. He blows his smoke in the other direction and leans his head against yours.

"You wanna come?" you ask tentatively.

"Is that… okay?"

"Yeah."

"Should you ask her first?"

"Kinda already did," you wince. You don't know why you're a little ashamed; it's his damn fault that you can't get enough of him.

"Oh yeah?" You can't see his face, but you know it's decorated with a cocky smile.

"Mhm," you hum, trying to hide your own. "We're gonna make popcorn and caramel apples. Mom's gonna quote her favorite lines. Brother's gonna dramatically lip-sync to 'Somewhere Over the Rainbow'… well, maybe not with you around. Forget I said that."

"Not a chance," he chuckles.

"So… you wanna come?"

"Hell yeah," he says through a cloud of smoke.

"Oh, and if she asks, the flying monkeys are terrifying."

"Noted."

Several hours later, Eddie and Gareth were violently stabbing popsicle sticks into the apples you'd just washed, and your mother was stirring a pot of boiling caramel on the stove.

"What did those poor apples ever do to you?" you ask, briefly taking your eyes off the not-so-pretty ones you were chopping into slices at the sink.

"They were born without delicious candy coating," Gareth shrugs. Eddie nods in agreement, sticking his tongue out of the corner of his mouth as he takes aim at his next target.

"You'd better be leaving enough stick to hold them by," your mother reminds them without turning around.

Eddie retracts his tongue and stabs a stick into the apple with a little less oomph than before.

Your brother jams his stick into a big juicy green one with full strength, and it squirts him in the eye.

"Son of a bitch!" he grumbles, wiping at his face with the back of his wrist.

"Language," your mother says instinctively. You're surprised she even still bothers trying to reign in the sailors she raised.

You toss a dish towel at Gareth, and it hits him in the face. He uses it to wipe the apple juice away and drops it to the table with a scowl.

"Alright, are they ready?" your mom asks. You glance toward the table and see that the boys are running out of apples to stab.

"Almost," you answer. "Are you?"

"Yup."

You drop your knife and go to the table, quickly arranging the stabbed apples into neat rows on the baking sheet covered in parchment paper. The boys poke sticks into the last of the apples and move them to the pan. You carefully pick it up, bring it to the stove, and place it beside the pot of boiling caramel.

"Peanuts?"

"Uh…" you scan the kitchen for the chopped-up peanuts, and Eddie points to a bowl on the table. "Thanks," you smile, picking it up and bringing it to the caramel station.

Once everything's in place, your mother begins dunking the apples into the caramel sauce. You watch the first few, mesmerized by the way she coats each apple, spins off the dripping caramel, and rolls it in finely chopped nuts before transferring it to the pan to cool. The hot caramel slides down the apple just a little bit, creating a little pool of sweetness beneath each treat. That's the best part.

And then you get back to work, hastily chopping the rest of the apples deemed not pretty enough - your favorites, really - and dropping them onto another parchment-paper-lined pan. If you were showing off like your mother, who planned on taking hers to work for a staff Halloween party, you'd put effort into arranging them neatly.

However, you'd all be devouring these in a few minutes, so it didn't really matter what they looked like. You dropped the apple slices onto the parchment paper, shook the pan to spread them out, and moved it to the table.

Eddie looked up at you with a raised eyebrow.

"You'll see," you wink.

"You wanna get the pot out so the oil can be heating while we decorate?" your mom suggests.

"Yup," you answer, falling to your knees to dig the big shiny stock pot out of a low cabinet.

Gareth gets up and wanders toward the junk food cabinet, and begins pulling down all kinds of goodies. Eddie sits at the table quietly, watching the three of you work all around him.

"Eddie! Catch!" A bag of pretzels goes flying across the kitchen, which Eddie catches with a stunned look on his face.

"Gareth, if you mess up my apples, I will show you no mercy," your mother warns, carefully rolling another caramel-covered apple in crushed peanuts.

"Sorry," he mumbles, turning back to the cabinet with a smirk. He returns to the table with an armload of chips and candy.

"We're gonna use the leftover caramel to make apple nachos," your mother supplies helpfully, glancing back between apples and seeing that Eddie's looking a little overwhelmed at all the movement around him. "I promise it's not always this chaotic around here."

"Only when there's food involved," you grin, pouring oil into the pot that you'd dragged onto the counter.

"Alright, that's a wrap," your mom states, placing the last of the apples on the pan. "You got it?" she asks, stepping back from the pan of hot caramel.

"Yup," you answer, grabbing the handles with potholders. "Watch it, dorks," you warn as you pick it up and turn toward the table. Your mother moves the much larger stock pot onto the still-warm burner and turns up the heat.

You tilt the pan and carefully drizzle the sliced apples with warm, gooey caramel. Gareth inhales the sweet scent deeply, then begins opening bags of junk food. You scrape out the last of the caramel onto the apples and put the pot in the sink to soak.

"Alright, Munson," he begins with a confidence he wasn't ready to show in school, "we're doing this in quadrants. That one's yours." He points to the designated spot, then reaches for a bag he'd pulled from the junk food cabinet. "Go nuts."

"Speaking of which, does anybody want crushed nuts?" your mom asks.

Gareth and Eddie grin at each other. You roll your eyes. They know damn well she's talking about the peanuts.

"Nope," Gareth answers with a toothy grin, reaching for a handful of marshmallows.

"None for me, ma'am, but thank you," Eddie blushes, biting his lip to keep from laughing.

"Just dump 'em on mine, then," she says, watching the oil. You pick up the bowl of peanuts and return to the table. Seeing Eddie still fighting back laughter, you flick a piece of nut at him and distribute the rest on your mom's quadrant with a grin.

You decorate your section with a sprinkling of this and that. The caramel apple is the star of the show. Everything else is just garnish.

Eddie opts for bits of crunched up pretzels, marshmallows, and a few M&M's and Reese's Pieces for a pop of color.

Gareth goes all out. Chocolate chips. Potato chips. Marshmallows. M&M's. Reese's Pieces. Sprinkles. A smashed-up Butterfinger. He tops it off with a mountain of whipped cream. "For dipping," he explains, as the three of you look at him in horror.

The popcorn starts popping, and your mother returns her attention to the stove with a shake of her head.

"I'll get the movie ready," you offer. "Eddie, you wanna carry the sugar coma into the living room?"

"Sure," he says, standing and picking up the pan carefully. You rush ahead of him to clean off the coffee table.

"Having fun yet?" you grin.

He responds with a nod and a nervous smile and puts the apple pan on the coffee table.

"Don't worry, you're fitting right in," you assure him.

"Eddie, what do you want to drink?" Gareth yells from the kitchen.

"Go to the kitchen and answer calmly instead of yelling back to become the automatic favorite," you advise. He grins and returns to the kitchen.

You turn the TV on and slide The Wizard of Oz into the VCR. It comes to life with a clunk, and you pause the tape to wait for everyone else. As if on cue, they file in, each carrying a can of soda and a bowl of popcorn. Well, two sodas for Eddie, since he was nice enough to bring yours.

Three bowls of popcorn join the pan on the coffee table, and you each sit closest to your section of the caramel apple nachos. The youths take the couch. Your mother drags her favorite chair a little closer so she can reach the snacks. The lights are turned off, except for one lamp, so that you can see what you're eating.

You press "play" on the remote, and Gareth takes that as the go-ahead to dive face-first into his pile of sugar.

The rest of you start snacking a little more calmly as the screen transports you to dull, colorless Kansas. You alternate handfuls of salty popcorn with sweet apple slices and lose yourselves in the merry old land of Oz.

By the time Dorothy assembled her gang, Gareth had taken a pillow and moved to lie on the floor. Classic sugar coma reaction.

Although you and Eddie had more room with him gone, neither of you moved. You stayed right there, thighs smushed together on the couch in your living room, until Dorothy came home and the end credits rolled. Might've even held hands for a little while. It was dark in there, with only one lamp on for spooky ambiance. Who's to say?

"Alright, guess I better tackle that mess in the kitchen," your mom sighs.

"I'll do it," you offer, rewinding the tape and turning off the TV.

"I'll help," Eddie says, starting to gather the empty cans.

"Gareth, you helping too?" your mom asks the lump on the floor playfully. He snores in response. Every damn time.

The three of you shuffle into the kitchen and get to work. You and Eddie put the junk food away and get started on the dishes while your mom carefully transfers her caramel apples to a Tupperware container to take to work for tomorrow's Halloween party.

"Alright, Eddie, moment of truth," she says suddenly, breaking the peaceful silence. He tenses next to you at the sink where you're washing and he's drying, bracing himself for the worst. "Are the flying monkeys terrifying, or are they terrifying?"

He relaxes and lets out a chuckle. "Terrifying!"

"Thank you!" she says with genuine appreciation. "My warped and desensitized children just don't understand. I spent years having nightmares about these things when I was a kid! Years!"

"Hey, I said they were ugly!" you defended yourself as you handed Eddie another dish to dry. "I've just seen way scarier stuff. Like... I dunno, grandma without makeup." Eddie snorts.

"Terrifying!" she repeats, ignoring you and sealing the apple box. "Alright, I'm going to read. If your brother wakes up from his coma and tries to crawl back to bed, tell him to brush his teeth first."

"Yes, mother," you drone.

"It was nice having you here, Eddie," your mother stops in the doorway and turns back with a smile. "Hope we didn't scare you off."

"Flying monkeys couldn't drag me away," he grins.

She laughs and says goodnight, then steps out of sight.

"Thanks for coming tonight," you smile as you hand him the last bowl to dry.

"Thanks for the invite." Is he blushing? "I had fun."

"Me too." Now you're blushing? Fuck this.

"It's getting late, I guess I should probably get goin' before your mom throws me out."

"Wanna smoke first?"

"Aight."

You grab your jackets and head out into the chilly October night. You don't turn on the outside light; the streetlights will be bright enough to help him find his way back to the van. Plus, you lured him out here for a goodnight kiss, and the neighbors don't deserve a free show.

You stand in the darkened driveway as Eddie slides a cigarette out of his pack for you to share, sticks it in his mouth, and starts patting each pocket in search of his lighter. You reach into your pocket and extract your own - which is always in the same place, because you are a more organized human being than Eddie Munson.

"How 'bout a little fire, scarecrow?" you ask in your best Wicked Witch voice, flicking the lighter in front of his face.

He grins and leans forward, cupping his hands around yours and puffing until the light takes.

"You're way too good at that," he observes, blowing out his smoke.

"Years of practice, my pretty," you respond, still in your witchy voice, reaching for the cancer stick.

"You think I'm pretty?" He bats his eyelashes flirtatiously at you.

"So fucking pretty," you whisper, stepping closer.

His eyes glimmer in the soft glow from the distant street light, his dark orbs looking impossibly large. A smirk creeps its way onto his face. You reach your free hand into the hair at the back of his head, and he comes down to meet your mouth without any pressure at all.

He tastes like smoke, and apples, and salt, and that unmistakable but unexplainable Eddie flavor. You can't figure out what it is, but you know you'll never be able to get enough of it.

You lose yourself in the taste of him until the outside light flicks on and startles you both into taking a step back.

You glance toward the window and see the curtain swish. "Uh… pay no attention to that woman behind the curtain?"

You look at each other with flushed faces and break out into a fit of giggles. You suddenly remember you've got a cigarette in your hand, and raise it to your mouth… and an inch of ash that had accumulated while you were distracted falls to the ground.

"Oops," you grin, flicking it for good measure before taking a drag and passing it back to him. It's finished in silence.

He stubs it out and drops it in the ash tray on the edge of the porch, and returns to you for one last goodnight kiss. Shorter, this time.

"See you tomorrow?" you ask sleepily, reluctant to let him go. You look up into his beautiful dark eyes, trying to soak up enough Eddie to last you the rest of the night.

"I'll come get you in the morning, my pretty…" he says slowly, "and your little brother, too."

#writings of despair #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #merriest of spooky months to ye!#especially to those of you who enjoy a softer halloween!

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