10-06-2018, 02:11 PM
<style>.dizzyquestlayout {width:600px; border:1px solid #000;box-shadow:0px 0px 10px #000;background-color:#0b0528;} .dizzyquestgradient {width:600px; border:1px solid #000;padding:10px;background: -webkit-linear-gradient(#2b0301, #640906, #2b0301); background: -o-linear-gradient(#2b0301, #640906, #2b0301); background: -moz-linear-gradient(#2b0301, #640906, #2b0301); background: linear-gradient(#82b6cb, #82b6cb, #82b6cb); box-shadow:0px 0px 25px #000;} .dizzyquesttex{width:622px; background-image:url('https://i.postimg.cc/4djNK375/dizzyquesttex.png');background-size:repeat;padding:10px;box-shadow:0px 0px 10px #000;border:1px solid #000;} .dizzyquestpic {width:600px; height:400px; background-image:url('https://i.postimg.cc/q7svtrXV/dizzyquestpic.png');background-size:contain;margin-bottom:-40px;} .dizzyquestname {width:600px; height:100px; background-image:url('https://i.postimg.cc/j5h21TLQ/dizzyquestname.png');background-size:contain;margin-top:-50px;} .dizzyquestpost {padding:40px;padding-bottom:0px;padding-top:0px;text-align:justify;font:13px times;color:#be9b65;}</style><center><div class=dizzyquesttex><div class=dizzyquestgradient><div class=dizzyquestlayout><div class=dizzyquestpic></div><div class=dizzyquestpost>Okay, so. Creepy-ass setting aside, the mastermind behind this weird dream was starting to look more and more pathetic and weird. Thankfully in her old line of work, Dizzy was no stranger to the pathetic and weird. Equally thankfully, one of the extra little props she'd tucked into her purse was a green flask with a hand-inked label that read <b>Worm’s Wort</b> - code for mezcal, though this bottle didn’t <i>really</i> have a worm in the bottom, thanks. She pulled it out, unscrewed the top, and took a long pull. Heaven knew she was gonna need it.
Okay. Baby needed to be lured out, did he? Well she had a few treats she could use to do just that. She reached into her purse once more, pulled out her phone and restarted her playlist. A wicked little grin spread slowly across her face as the world around her reacted to her poor, adorably bumbling villain’s clumsiness, sprouting jack-o-lanterns that stared at her from the trees; she always did like a bit of an audience.
Mmm, and wasn’t it so, so convenient, like his potion knew just what she needed even if he didn’t? The Nightmare Revisited album started playing, the first few minutes just buying her a little time as a stage raised itself up out of the forest floor, complete with a black and white striped pole just for her. Bats and ghosts and spiders sprang forth from nothing to dangle from the trees and set the mood overhead. Cobwebs clung to the treetops, and another wave of fog rolled in as moonlight shone down in a handy little spotlight ready to follow her wherever she needed.
The rich, crooning voice of Danny Elfman coaxed her audience to come settle in, perk up, and watch. Not exactly her usual music to dance to, but it was what she had, and somehow it felt appropriate. She strode out onto the stage, putting a little extra sway in her step, slowly stripping off her patchwork dress to reveal a bra and panty set a deeper, slightly more vibrant blue in the same hue as her body paint, accented with black lace.
She stroked her hands across her belly, her brow furrowing as she noticed the way the paint seemed to soak into her skin, like it had washed away and left the color behind. Danny Elfman faded out and Marilyn Manson’s cover of <i>This Is Halloween</i> began, and she started to dance, letting the music wash over her, channeling sexy monster as she took over the stage.
<i>Come out and play, Jack,</i> her body beckoned as she made her way to the pole, the world around her dancing to the music too. Pumpkins screamed in the dead of night, the wind whispered through the trees and slid fingers through what was her wig moments ago but had now become her deep red hair. She whirled around the pole, motion sleek and sinuous from years of practice, arched and danced and spun to the rhythm of the music as it coaxed her very own Skeleton Jack out to play, or at <i>least</i> to watch the show.
She begged him with her hips, with her hands, body rolling with a hint of jerky undeath to the motion, coaxing and cajoling as the music built, calling out the Pumpkin King to receive his accolades. Who else could he be but their very own beloved Jack?
<i>It’s okay if you screw things up now and again, we’ll still love you and help you set it right. Don’t you want to come out? Come out, baby. Come out and salvage the rest of the night, dance and touch and taste and revel, maybe get a little action if you’re feeling lucky.</i>
It came back so easily, selling desire with the motion of her body, making false promises with her bedroom eyes. <i>Come and get it Jack. I’m yours for the taking.</i></div><div class=dizzyquestname></div></div></div></div></center>
Okay. Baby needed to be lured out, did he? Well she had a few treats she could use to do just that. She reached into her purse once more, pulled out her phone and restarted her playlist. A wicked little grin spread slowly across her face as the world around her reacted to her poor, adorably bumbling villain’s clumsiness, sprouting jack-o-lanterns that stared at her from the trees; she always did like a bit of an audience.
Mmm, and wasn’t it so, so convenient, like his potion knew just what she needed even if he didn’t? The Nightmare Revisited album started playing, the first few minutes just buying her a little time as a stage raised itself up out of the forest floor, complete with a black and white striped pole just for her. Bats and ghosts and spiders sprang forth from nothing to dangle from the trees and set the mood overhead. Cobwebs clung to the treetops, and another wave of fog rolled in as moonlight shone down in a handy little spotlight ready to follow her wherever she needed.
The rich, crooning voice of Danny Elfman coaxed her audience to come settle in, perk up, and watch. Not exactly her usual music to dance to, but it was what she had, and somehow it felt appropriate. She strode out onto the stage, putting a little extra sway in her step, slowly stripping off her patchwork dress to reveal a bra and panty set a deeper, slightly more vibrant blue in the same hue as her body paint, accented with black lace.
She stroked her hands across her belly, her brow furrowing as she noticed the way the paint seemed to soak into her skin, like it had washed away and left the color behind. Danny Elfman faded out and Marilyn Manson’s cover of <i>This Is Halloween</i> began, and she started to dance, letting the music wash over her, channeling sexy monster as she took over the stage.
<i>Come out and play, Jack,</i> her body beckoned as she made her way to the pole, the world around her dancing to the music too. Pumpkins screamed in the dead of night, the wind whispered through the trees and slid fingers through what was her wig moments ago but had now become her deep red hair. She whirled around the pole, motion sleek and sinuous from years of practice, arched and danced and spun to the rhythm of the music as it coaxed her very own Skeleton Jack out to play, or at <i>least</i> to watch the show.
She begged him with her hips, with her hands, body rolling with a hint of jerky undeath to the motion, coaxing and cajoling as the music built, calling out the Pumpkin King to receive his accolades. Who else could he be but their very own beloved Jack?
<i>It’s okay if you screw things up now and again, we’ll still love you and help you set it right. Don’t you want to come out? Come out, baby. Come out and salvage the rest of the night, dance and touch and taste and revel, maybe get a little action if you’re feeling lucky.</i>
It came back so easily, selling desire with the motion of her body, making false promises with her bedroom eyes. <i>Come and get it Jack. I’m yours for the taking.</i></div><div class=dizzyquestname></div></div></div></div></center>