#commissions though...always a good possibility...

The first year together you convince him to dress up a little for trick or treaters, but he complains. "They don't trick or treat at apartment complexes!" Oh Robert, if only you knew! He refused to dress up, but did help pass out candy.

With the Mecha Man suit out of commission, he can't do much to help the people, so he can't use that excuse as you drag him out to a bar. It's a Halloween themed night at said bar, and people are dressed up as slutty as you'd imagine.

With a few drinks ordered and consumed, the atmosphere is relaxed between you two, holding hands under the table and leaning on each other. And then a bunch of teens show up and start yelling louder than what should ever be possible. So you leave and go back to his apartment.

The rest of the night is spent on the couch, cuddling together with beef and watching slashers and other horror movies. Robert likes the older ones because the special effects tend to be bad, and they make him laugh. It's nice seeing him so relaxed.

Sonar, for the past few years, has celebrated Halloween in a very non-traditional way. He'd sit at home and hotbox his room, and do a couple lines of coke if he felt like it, then promptly pass out for the night. How exciting, right?

When you come into his life he allows you to switch up how he celebrates. He'll let you drag him out to a party you were invited to, or go to a diner down the street that's serving Halloween themed goodies, hell you could drag him anywhere and he'd let you.

He has a preference for staying home, but will gladly go to a bar should you suggest it. He can win any of those silly drinking contests the bars are holding today. Watch and learn, babe.

Does not dress up, not that people could tell. He's getting more compliments today than he is any other day of the year, and it actually frustrates him. Yes, he looks cool, but don't tell him that because you think his head is fake! So disrespectful.

Has, and always will, scare any kids that show up at your door. You'll be giving them candy and he shows up behind you, in his hulking bat form, and slowly approaching the door. They always run off yelling for their parents at the end of the hall or road.

The most he's done to celebrate is buy some candy and share it with his grandma. Back when he was a kid she would be the one buying it for him, she'd put on the same Halloween special from a black and white show she loved and they'd just relax for the night.

There's a bit more to do now that you're in his life, though he doesn't enjoy going out. If you suggest a bar he'll be hesitant, if you suggest getting dinner he'll be hesitant, if you suggest a party he'll be hesitant. Everything you suggest other than staying in will make him hesitate, best to stay inside.

If he learns you really wanted to go out tonight, but decided to stay in because of him, he'll be heartbroken. He didn't mean to ruin your night, go out without him, he'll be fine by himself!

If you spend the night watching movies, you have to watch the old black and white film first, it means a lot to him. Afterwards you can pick whatever you want, but be warned, he is very jumpy. So maybe no super scary movies, just simple, predictable ones will do. Surprisingly very into the final destination movies though, he hates them but he also thinks they're good.

He makes you hand out the candy, but he's smiling and waving, stuttering out his Happy Halloween's to all of them. He looks silly but he enjoys seeing everyone so cheerful tonight, so don't tell him to stop.

Even when he was with Blonde Blazer, he never really celebrated the holiday. Dude just never understood it, no matter how many times she told him the history of the holiday.

Then you, his non superhero partner, come along and he decides to take a break so he can celebrate it your way. Maybe it will show him something Blonde Blazer couldn't, and oh boy does it.

He gladly goes to the bodega with you earlier in the afternoon, simply following behind you as you stuff the little basket with stuff. Candy, candy, chips, candy, booze, a fine haul. Oh, and you get some sandwiches from the owner, you swear to him they're the best sandwiches ever. He agrees.

He doesn't need to dress up, as his hero costume gets kids excited upon a glance- which makes him really happy by the way. When he asks if you dress up you shrug. If you do dress up he'll be happy, if you don't dress up he'll still be happy.

Passing out candy is his favorite part, seeing all the kids happy and excited for the night. The way they run around and mess with friends, it's all so heartwarming to him. They always gasp and yell out his name when he opens the door, with huge smiles on their faces, it seems to be contagious as he's always smiling when the door closes.

She has never, and vowed to never, celebrate Halloween. But you just had to come along and ruin that for her didn't you? She hates how she loves you for it.

A lot of the night is spent doing her work, so you'll have to either celebrate in the morning or wait for her to get back at an ungodly hour. Either way she's willing to spend that time with you.

If you celebrate in the morning, it'll be spent cuddling on the couch watching horror movies. They don't scare her, but if they scare you she'll laugh at you a little before holding you a little closer. It's hard to be scared though, not when she's criticizing every death in the films and how half of it isn't even realistic.

If you celebrate when she gets home from work, she'll be the one dragging you to a bar. She orders some food and several drinks for you two, and it will all be gone. Doing her job works up an appetite y'know. The silly Halloween themed drinks aren't her favorite, but seeing you enjoy them makes her happy. On the inside.

Does not, and will not, pass out candy. Do it yourself or not at all, she doesn't care. Don't make her interact with kids, trust me she isn't good with them.

Blazer tends to spend the day saving people, or going to SDN sponsored galas and events. And even as a kid she would stay inside.

Much doesn't change the first couple years you're together, but after a while she'll feel bad for leaving you on your own and ditch whatever event she's at. It means a lot to you when she comes back home earlier than she should've.

She'd prefer if you guys stayed in, but you don't have too. If you do go out, please don't go to a party, it's a lot for her and she probably wouldn't like it. So maybe just go down to the 24/7 diner and get some pancakes to share. She'd like that.

Passing out candy isn't her favorite activity, but she's willing to do it. Likes kids, but the way they try and jump onto her when they see her just isn't her favorite thing ever. Tries to stand off to the side while you do it.

I occasionally get asked about what I think about (insert a particular character here), and Blister is one I've gotten before. For the most part that answer has been "nothing at all" since, despite being one of the big arc 1 antagonists, there isn't much in the books about her on a personal level. But as so often is the case, I started to develop more of an opinion of her as I drew a comic about her.

So I guess here is what I think about Blister now:

As a child, Blister was what could charitably be called "gloomy". She was rather intelligent and reclusive, preferring to keep to her studies over dealing with court matters and having to socialize with the intellectually inferior. She was good at keeping secrets. Her mother, though she disliked all of her daughters to some extent for threatening her rule, particularly hated Blister because she could never tell what her daughter was thinking. This was unnerving because Blister was thinking all the time.

Among all of her intellectual pursuits, Blister was particularly interested in alchemy, specifically the study of poisons. When she had the free time, she was always immersed in various flasks and bottles, trying to come up with new concoctions. The palace servants would dread having to clean her room because it always reeked of unknown caustic substances and was littered with the carcasses of dead bugs and other small animals, a fact which her sister Blaze teased her for relentlessly.

Blaze happened to be the only person capable of getting under the normally composed and calm dragon's skin. While Burn was impulse-driven and thus easily manipulated, Blaze's personality was so uniquely vapid and opposite to Blister's that it infuriated and frustrated the latter. Blaze had a habit of calling Blister "Bliss", to mock the fact that she was always moody and never smiled.

Blister's fascination with all manners of poisons extended to the study of venomous animals. For a while she cultivated a private little menagerie of exotic snakes, spiders, and insects within the palace. However, her mother eventually found out about it and, fearing she'd wake up one day with a venomous centipede shoved down her ear, went and destroyed it. This act did not improve the relationship between mother and daughter.

Many years later, after instigating a conflict that embroiled the entire continent in warfare for two decades, Blister accidentally killed herself by touching the Eye of Onyx. She had always associated treasure with her obnoxious, aggravating sister, and thus never bothered to research the history of the object, or any enchantments that may have been placed upon it. This petty apathy resulted in her doom.

In a particularly insulting twist of fate, while Blister never knew about the eye's lethal properties, Blaze actually did (as her frequent excursions to her mother's treasure chamber necessitated her being informed so she wouldn't accidentally fry herself by trying to put it on). Therefore, Blister's death was caused because she lacked knowledge that her uneducated sister had.

While alive, Blister's favorite snack was lightly roasted almonds.

"Dude, come on! It says Let a magic dick decide your destiny. We need to try it!" You know it’s very unlikely she would say yes, but you want to. You want to end your Valentine’s on a high note, and what a better note than a monster dick.

"I don't wanna try a magic dick," she says, almost exasperated.

You look at her, clasping your hands and begging her: "But I do! Come on, pleaseee!" You try to sound as annoying as possible.

"Ugh, okay, I'll wait here. Go in, have fun, if you aren't out in 30 min I'm coming in, though." She rests her back against the wall and takes her phone out, dismissing your very happy-self.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you," you say as you kiss her cheek loudly and open the door.

Your excitement and anticipation can’t barely keep up with the instant joy that fills your insides. You don’t have time to process why do you feel like that, though.

At the other side there’s a colorful wall with all kinds of genitals painted in pastel colors: human, monster, alien, robot… There’s so many and in so many shapes and colors that it looks almost cozy, like something you could see in a Monstagram post or something. But you don’t focus on that for very long, because in the middle of all of that, there are three holes… and one of them is occupied.

It’s in a pretty combination of purple and green, and it has ridges under the tip, forming almost a crown that looks like it could drive you into oblivion if they rubbed against your G-spot. You lick your lips, your mouth salivating at the idea of tasting him. You don’t know what kind of monster he is, but you can almost picture him with his head thrown back and maybe… maybe horns. Yeah, you’d like if he had horns.

You approach slowly, measuring your steps so he’s at least surprised when you touch him. “Fuck, fuck, fuck…” He starts cursing as soon as you wrap your hands around his shaft.

You aren’t expecting such strong reaction, but it ignites something inside of you that drives you a bit insane with desire. You always preferred partners that were vocal, and the monster on the other side of the wall definitely is.

He’s so big, bigger than any dick you’ve ever seen before, and it’s making you all kinds of hot and bothered. “Hi there, I hope you don’t mind if I help myself here,” you tell the monster, not expecting him to say anything else, but being surprised when he does.

“Are you... who are you?” He sounds choked out, almost as if he’s holding back already and you have only touched him.

“A human,” you simply say, amusement clear in your voice. You don’t know much about glory hole etiquette, but asking for somebody’s identity is probably not it.

He takes a deep breath, sniffing the air audibly. “You smell… Fuck, you smell so good.” He groans, as if your smell is good enough to give him pleasure. His dick twitches in your hand, and well… Maybe your arousal is clear to him? You aren’t sure, but you don’t really mind it, you want to suck his cock and get out of there.

You chuckle, not the first time somebody said that to you tonight. “You can smell me from there?” You ask back, spitting on his dick and using it as lube as he whimpers pitifully.

“Yes. Fuck, yes.” You go faster, your hands working in tandem over his shaft as he bulks against the thin wall.

The sounds he’s making are desperate, and you can feel your pussy tingling as you fall to your knees in front of the hole. You think about saying something, but you end up just leaning forward and taking his tip on your mouth, your tongue softly touching the ridges at the crown until he’s begging you to take him deeper, to move faster, until he’s crying so loud you are sure even the people on the dance floor can hear him. But you don’t even care about it.

You only care about the dick in your mouth and the pathetic sounds he’s making, bulking against the wall as if he’s trying to get as far as possible down your throat. But he can’t. You have all the power, and that excites you. That drives your desire higher and higher until you are drenched and your clit is mirroring the pulses of your heartbeat.

“You are great. Fuck. You are doing perfect. You are perfect. Such a pretty mouth, such good tongue over my shaft. Holy fuck…” He’s chanting all kinds of nonsense, but you don’t answer, too busy swallowing around the shaft in your mouth. You hum a response, making the monster groan very loudly. “Goddess, darling, that feels so good…” His voice breaks in another groan, one that makes your insides twitch and your free hand travels down.

You rub your clit over your panties, thanking the universe for wearing the cute little dress that allows you to touch yourself easily. “Are you touching yourself? Fuck, that’s so hot! Get yourself there, darling, please.” You don’t even question how he knows, but knowing he’s aware of your hand in your panties makes you swallow around him, groaning around his shaft. “Finger that pretty pussy for me. Make yourself come with my dick in your mouth.” His words are exhilarating, you’ve never been with somebody who didn’t make dirty talk sound corny, but good damn it if he isn’t helping you out with that dirty mouth.

You do as he says, rubbing your clit at the same time you jerk him off, your mouth too little to take all of him, not even half. He doesn’t seem to care, cursing and screaming for the Goddess as you drive him crazy with your mouth and hand. You push two fingers inside your welcoming pussy, rubbing the heel of your hand against your clit.

The combined sensation between your hand and the cock in your mouth is enough to make your eyes roll back into your head, the symphony of your mixed moans ascending you to heaven. Your back and knees hurt, but you don’t care, you can’t care. You are so close. So, so close…

“I’m… I’m coming. Goddess, fuck. Holy fuck. Come with me, darling, please, let me smell your orgasm…” His words mean nothing, but they are enough to drive you over the edge.

You clench around your fingers at the same time he screams and your throat is filled with his seed. He tastes sweet, almost like pie (the joke in there isn’t missed). You hum around his shaft until he’s begging and crying out, pulling back as you smile and run your tongue over your lips, catching the last drops of his release. You lick your own fingers as you get up, humming happily and sated.

“Wait there,” he grunts across the wall, the dick disappearing completely as you wipe your mouth and get your dress down.

You chuckle, walking to the door and opening to find your friend looking over your shoulder. You turn around just in time to see a very big, very scary purple and green monster barreling down the hallway, dick still wet and hanging out his open pants.

She’s sure her boss is one step ahead of those curious folks who want to know about you. ( She’s included in said curious folks. ) Actually, no, scratch that—maybe Boss Nef’s even more steps ahead. She possibly has a multitude of trivia that she can offer, but Boss Nef runs on business. Pay, then she’ll provide what you need. But Jahoda is an employee. And she doesn’t really have the mora.

But the thing is—it’s more fun if it’s Miss Jahoda herself who finds these facts instead of doing it the easy way. Yes, it’s more fun taking the slow route instead of buying information from a stingy info broker. Again, like she has any mora to spare, but the point still stands!

Turns out you just aren’t all about fish and the sea, though she must applaud you for your sheer talent with the fishing rod, but you are also about books! Who knew you’d love the romance genre?!

So when you finally trust Jahoda enough to show the books you’ve been reading, she’s joyous. You can’t really explain to her all the details, but that’s fine! She likes spending time with you, since you’re just so sweet. And even though she’s not much of a reader like you are, she’s thrilled enough to even get to know what the novels are all about! Even if she’ll only read the summary on the back.

One day, Jahoda got a commission. It’s something about this one other bookworm who works in Mimisbrunnr Books who has generously decided to lend you some of her novels. According to her, you two actually exchange letters about book recommendations.

Since you’re always not around, the commission is simple enough: to have said novels be delivered on your doorstep, or to you. By now, the people who know you have accepted that you really are quite hard to catch, since no one knows where you really go, especially during Fridays, so Jahoda takes it upon herself to claim this commission. And besides, it wouldn’t hurt to keep in touch with you once in a while! She does like it whenever she sees your eyes go light in intrigue whenever you take hold of your precious books.

The first stop she goes to is Speranza. You do love a good hotdog, and Jahoda mentally pats herself on the back when she spots a familiar figure. You’re there, with a hotdog on the table, and Jahoda speeds up her pace just to get to you.

Jahoda takes a peek at the books she’s holding. She reads the titles, takes a scan of the covers, before turning to you again. This time, she waves her arm, screaming for your name—“Hey! I’ve got new books this time, and I got it from this one friend of yours who told me that she bought it from Inazuma! Something about Yae Publishing House?!”

When she gets closer, Jahoda sees your head move, and you meet her eyes. There it is, she sees the surprise, curiosity, and interest all at once, and Jahoda giggles, endeared. She’s almost there. “I didn’t know you were quite interested in these kinds of categories, I mean—I’ve seen other stuff, like romancing the Geo Lord from Liyue, or even having a fake relationship with the Duke from the Fortress of Meropide, but this? About the Fae from Snezhnaya? Didn’t quite expect that!”

When Jahoda finally arrives in front of you, she takes a few deep breaths and a look at the novel’s covers again. “Because like, Faery Much Meant To Be? Faery In Love With You? Or even Winging It By Seducing this One Ancient Fae with My Body? That’s kind of wild, especially with the titles, but hey, I’m not one to judge!” Jahoda glances at you again. “Soooo, here! Hope you’ll— hah—wait? Huh? What’s happening? Why are you. . . ?”

Right now, you can’t look at Jahoda in the eye. You have your face covered, and you seem to be glowing in embarrassment. It’s as if you want to bury yourself in the ground. This happened the first time when Miss Jahoda herself caught you eating up those romantic comedy novels, but this was—this was intense. So intense, you’re squirming on your seat.

Miss Nefer mentioned this once, about you being weak to something, or rather, someone. You’d always be conscious or a little shy whenever this someone’s around.

Jahoda has been curious whoever this someone was. And finally, the universe has decided to give her an answer.

There’s a breathy chuckle. From that, Jahoda finally notices one important detail: you are not alone.

“Hello there, Miss Jahoda.”

Oh.

On the other side of the table sits a familiar lightkeeper—that one tall man with the purplish blue hair and big yellow eyes, is accompanying you today. And he seems amused. Very amused, in fact, it’s a little concerning.

“Ah.” Jahoda blinks. She remembers now. The man who asked Aino to fix his lantern a lot of times already. “S-Sir Flins! It’s you. Sorry, I didn’t mean to intrude on your conversation. . .”

“No, it is quite alright. Actually, I do not mind the intrusion—rather, I am quite interested now. Books about fae from the Yae Publishing House, you say?”

Huh. Now this guy wants to know too? Jahoda nods anyway. “Yeah. I mean, it was published there, shipped to here, and taken care of by this one nerdy girl from Mimisbrunnr. Now, she’s lending it to Miss—“

There’s a small thump. You’re looking at Jahoda again with wider eyes, large like the bowl of candies Aino hides from that dumb robot, and repeatedly shaking your head like Ashru whenever he follows the cat toy Jahoda enjoys wagging sideways. Do not continue any longer, is what Jahoda gets from you, and Jahoda wants to mentally beat herself up. Ah. Ah. Oh no! She’s said too much, and of course, she totally understands you’re not comfortable sharing this kind of hobby to anyone else, especially to someone like Flins!

“—So these novels are for you, my lady?” Flins gazes at you, and Jahoda swears she’s seeing things. Is this real? Can Sir Flins look at you that way? He looks so. . . so tender, yet playful, at the same time. For some reason, Jahoda thinks she’s really intruding not on the conversation, but something else. What the heck. “I didn’t know you read these types of genres. If you wish for another companion to enjoy these stories, I’d love to volunteer. In fact, hearing the titles ‘Faery Much Meant To Be’ or even ‘Winging It By Seducing this One Ancient Fae with My Body’ has certainly caught my attention. I wonder how these novels’ plots would unfold.”

This time, you’re shaking your head at him. You seem to be glowing even more now, and Jahoda fears you’re about to implode.

That very second, Jahoda feels like she’s done a mistake.