#Fall Event

[chaeneuu]

       ໒   𓂋       ethereal      -     an     event      𓈒 ꣒

                      ꒰ ꒰    hosted by @chaeneuu    𑁍

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hi everyone ! it's been such a long time since my last event and since we're now

approaching the seasons of fall and winter, i thought i would make an event with

those themes ! i also reached 1.8k around a week ago so this event is partly in

celebration of that :D

                 ⠀ ׅ    ⠀❀      how to join ?   ₊     ˚

   •   comment joining + your preference: fall or winter ?

   •   like and reblog this post, and tag 2-3 moots who you think would

        like to join this event !

                  ��� ׅ    ⠀❀      rules   ₊     ˚

   •   your moodboard must fit a fall or winter theme but can be whatever

       aesthetic you choose and can have any idol !

   •   it must be at least 90% made by you, using locs or dividers from someone

       else is fine :)

   •   you are allowed up to 2 entries !

   •   please use the following hashtag when posting your moodboard :

              #໒   𓂋       ethereal      -     an     event      𓈒 ꣒

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   •   please tag me in the moodboard or in the comments, otherwise i won't

       be able to see it !

   •   deadline is december 20, please message me if you need an extension !

                  ⠀ ׅ    ⠀❀      prizes   ₊     ˚

   •   first place   -   100 reblogs of a moodboard of your choice, 1 custom

       moodboard, and 1 locs pack

   •   second place   -   90 reblogs of a moodboard of your choice, 1 custom

       moodboard, and 1 locs pack

   •   third place   -   75 reblogs of a moodboard of your choice, 1 custom

       moodboard, and 1 locs pack

   •   runner-ups   -   25 reblogs of a moodboard of your choice

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         i   look   forward   to   seeing   all   of   your   entries !

[lamemaster]

A Secret Garden

Request: me (hehe)

Pairings: Thranduil x Illyrian reader

Genre: fluff and feels

Summary: The forests of Greenwood were brimming with fae, imps, valkyries, Illyrians, and whatever those horses with horns on their heads were called.

AN: I think Greenwood exists out there somewhere hidden from canon. That's where Maglor lives, probably. Thranduil deserves a baddie. I don't make the rules.

Next up- Zombie Maedhros Fall trope event list

Contrary to the usual, casual belief, Legolas’ mother is very much alive and thriving within the halls of Greenwood the Great.

And yes, it is Greenwood the Great. Mirkwood was merely a convenient front. A grim veil to dissuade would-be intruders.

That includes the so-called "statue of the Queen," which, for the record, looks nothing like you. Truly, Thranduil outdid himself in selecting the most unlike-you statue and crafting the wildest tale of gems and tragic loss.

Your husband, the King of Greenwood, was a mastermind. A ruler so adept that his kingdom flourished for millennia without enchanted rings or the guidance of the Valar. His conniving brooding ensured that his people prospered in secret, while the world saw only a shadowed, forbidding forest.

As for where the real Greenwood the Great lingered during those turbulent times? That remains a mystery. Its shifting location shall not be revealed here.

This tale, however, concerns you, the Queen of Greenwood the Great. Mirkwood, for all its legends, lacks a queen. It possesses only the image of a bitter, widowed king clinging to a fading world and a son growing restless with time.

Thranduil was a vessel of theatrics and drama.

You, on the other hand, were content in your hidden kingdom. Three thousand years of seclusion had yet to yield a Turin or a Maeglin to wreck your haven, and for that, you counted yourself fortunate.

As for what you are? Most guesses would not quite be accurate. Not quite an elf, in the not-quite-elven kingdom of your husband.

The forests of Greenwood were brimming with fae, imps, valkyries, Illyrians, and whatever those horses with horns on their heads were called.

You were one of them. Or, more accurately, an amalgamation of many. Yet the great, leathery wings at your back made it clear that your Illyrian ancestry dominated while the rest of your gene remained suppressed only to peek upon close inspection.

And how, you ask, did a lowly bastard with wings become the Queen of Greenwood the Great?

That tale begins long ago.

Thranduil had been lost for days, his once-pristine robes torn and muddied, his sword arm aching from constant readiness. 

The air of the forest felt different here, heavier, charged with an unfamiliar magic that made the hair on the back of his neck stand on end. He had strayed far from the borders of his father’s palace, lured into unknown territory by the magnificent silver fawn.

They were like nothing he had ever seen beasts in the shape of men, with great bat-like wings that cast shadows over the forest floor. Runes glowed faintly across their arms, swirling and shifting like living things, their meaning lost to him. 

They didn’t kill him outright. Instead, they toyed with him, driving him deeper into the woods, their eerie laughter echoing around him like the rustle of dead leaves. Every so often, one would swoop low, slashing at him with claws or the sharp edges of their wings, drawing blood but never a fatal blow.

Thranduil’s breath came in ragged gasps as he stumbled through the dense undergrowth, his usually keen senses dulled by exhaustion.

That was when he found you or, rather, when he collided into you.

One moment, he was running, heart hammering in his chest, the laughter of his pursuers closing in. The next, he crashed into something-someone, so abruptly that the force sent him sprawling to the ground.

Disoriented, he scrambled to his feet, sword raised, his golden hair falling in disheveled strands around his face.

You stood there, unmoving, watching him with a curious tilt of your head. Your wings extended slightly behind you, the moonlight falling gently onto them. 

Not unlike his hunters, Runes spiraled faintly along your arms. With broad shoulders and visible strength of muscle lining your body, you were what he assumed to be an Illyrian. 

The Illyrians were brutish fighters. An army with no leader. Children of the night. No one in Greenwood had seen them. Most were reluctant to seek the bunch that were rumored to make a stew out of anything and everything. 

“What are you doing in Illyrian woods, elf?” Your voice was calm, almost bemused, though your eyes betrayed a hint of irritation.

Before Thranduil could respond, the sound of wings beating the air filled the clearing. His hunters emerged from the shadows, circling above. They slowed at the sight of you, their jeers fading into uncertain murmurs.

One of them dropped to the ground, his cruel grin faltering as he addressed you. “Captain,” he sneered, though his tone carried a note of wariness. “We didn’t realize you were… entertaining guests.”

Your wings flared slightly, and the runes on your arms pulsed in response. “He is no guest,” you replied coolly, stepping forward. “But nor is he your prey.”

The hunter hesitated, his confidence waning under your sharp gaze. “We were only—”

“Leave,” you commanded, your voice carrying a weight that stilled the air. 

The hunter glanced between you and Thranduil, clearly torn between defiance and self-preservation. With a final sneer, he launched himself into the air, the rest of the group following in his wake. Their shadows vanished into the trees, leaving behind an uneasy silence.

Thranduil stared at you, his sword still raised, his mind racing to make sense of what had just happened. “Who are you?” he demanded, though his voice cracked at the most unfortunate pause. 

You turned to him, your expression unreadable. “I might ask you the same question, elf.” 

Thranduil hesitated before he answered “I am Thranduil, prince of Greenwood.”

Your lips curved into the faintest smile. “A long way from home, aren’t you?”

Before he could reply, you turned and began walking deeper into the forest, your wings folding neatly against your back. Thranduil stood rooted to the spot for a moment, torn between suspicion and exhaustion. Then with a quiet sigh, he followed you, hoping to escape the fate of becoming a hearty meal.

Legolas, as many assumed, was not your only child. He was, in fact, your youngest, the cherished baby of your family, born long after the triplets. 

He took after Thranduil in nearly every way, so much so that his presence alone was acceptable in the halls of Mirkwood. The only one to be elven enough for Middle Earth. 

Your other children, however, were a different story.

The triplets, older and undeniably yours, had delicate, protruding wings like yours—proof that their father’s genetics had long since lost the battle. 

The children however did not fail to possess their father’s dramatic flair and liking for chaos. 

Now seated with your bickering triplets and sullen eldest you await your husband and son to return to your world. Away from the chaos of the world that was nothing but an illusion. 

With a prayer sent to the spirits, you try your best to spare the dinner from the hands of your wild family. 

[the-banana-0verlord]

if ur still doing the fall season event may I have 🥧🍒with Lilia Vanrouge please🥺 if not that's perfectly ok! Feel free to delete, and make sure to not stress urself!

Thanks for the ask, you're literally the only one who sends me asks for these TvT

for this piece i tried to go for a more chibi-esque style and i wanted to work on the background more to portray the vibe of the scene. (i think it's the first time i've drawn a background this complicated). I also added a little pumkin cause yk halloween.

also Lilian should probably put a restraining order on Lilian he traumatizes her everytime-

[tonberry-yoda]

FALL EVENTTTT!!!!!!

This is such a cute idea aughhh i love it

Could I request caught in the rain with Zoro????

tysm<333333

Caught in the Rain - Zoro 🎃

notes - AHHHHH THANK YOU! I was super excited about this when I saw a list of prompts and was like omfg yes I need to do that! And what a cute idea!! I love writing for Zoro and I just haven't done it in a really long time!! Thanks so much and have a seriously awesome day!! <3 word count - 387

It was normal that Zoro got the two of you lost on walks. And it was always normal that you followed him for some reason. It was totally on you that you guys were out in the middle of no where, surrounded by golden leaves and dark skies.

"I think it's going to rain, Zoro." you said, squeezing his arm.

You got nothing but a grunt in response.

"Just let me lead," you finally said. "You can't find anything for the life of you."

"It's not my fault." he pouted.

"It literally is your fault!" You wanted to be upset, but there was really no point in doing it since 1. you were used to it and 2. it wouldn't help find the way.

So you took a deep breath and tried to get your bearings.

Which, of course, was interrupted by a raindrop landing on your forehead.

You prayed that it was just one and kept moving, holding Zoro's hand so he wouldn't get any more lost than the two of you were.

But more came.

And more.

And soon, it was downpouring.

You wanted to be upset, you really did, but when you looked around at the rain falling on the leaves above, smelled the fresh rain air, and saw Zoro smiling at the sky, you couldn't help but smile.

"We'll find our way," you sighed, wiping some water away from Zoro's eyes. "But we gotta figure out how to get out of the rain first."

Zoro kept his eyes on the sky with a smile. "I don't mind being in the rain."

"But you'll catch a cold." You grabbed his hand and pressed a kiss to his knuckles.

"That's what Chopper's for."

"Working the poor little reindeer too the bone, now, are we? I'm just saying, let's get back so we can-"

As you started to walk away, you felt Zoro's hand on yours. You looked at him, who was soaked with rainwater and blinking the water out of his eyes.

"You look pretty in the rain." he said.

You froze and looked at him with wide eyes.

He pulled you closer to him and pressed a kiss to your forehead before trying to lead you both out of the rain.

"Zoro?"

"Yeah?"

"Remind me to never let you lead us anywhere ever again."

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[kidge-planet]

HEY!!!

Are you guys up to contribute to a Kidge fall event??? If so, I'm willing to create prompts!

I think we'll do that for one week or two, depending on a few stuffs...

Voting "yes" means you're committing to participate in at least one day of the event by creating and sharing a fanfiction, drawing, or any other form of art on your Tumblr account!

If you don't plan on participating in any of those, not even a day, vote "no"!

[callian-tea]

The Lie to Me rewatch last week was really fun with some ppl rewatching and one new fan we dragged in (no, she doesn’t know about s3…) and this weekend we’re planning to watch e2 if everyone’s schedules align!!

Just in case anyone has a little time this week and is interested, we’re doing a small creative event making either a fic, playlist, or artwork from some or all of the prompted words: amber, festival, pie, corduroy 🍂

I’m excited to see a few more fanworks for Lie to Me this fall and if anyone wants to join the rewatches just follow the Discord link in my intro post or DM me!! Happy Halloween!

[whorediaries-09]

'tis the damn season

hello my darlings!

i'm starting the fall (and my birthday) event through this post!

this event starts on 11-09-23 and lasts till 23-09-23.

you put me on and said i was your favorite.

High heels on cobblestones 🍃- Send in a request for angst fics or blurbs.

Please be specific with the request. Keep in mind, if you request for this, you will not get a story with a happy ending.

You'd linger like a tattoo kiss 🧣- Send in a request for fluff fics or blurbs.

Please be specific with the request. Keep in mind, if you request for this, you will have to specify if you want fluff or hurt/comfort.

Hand under my sweatshirt 🌿- Send in a request for smut fics or blurbs.

Please be specific with the request. Keep in mind, if you request for this, and want some specific kinks to be added, please mention them!

I felt like I was an old cardigan 🎃- Send in a request with dark themes for a fic or a blurb. (or a series)

Please be specific with the request. Keep in mind, if you request for this, the fic or blurb will most probably have adult themes. So please do not proceed with the request if you are not comfortable with such content.

But I knew you 🍂- Send in a request for headcannons for a certain character.

Please be specific with the request. Specifications include -If you want reader insert or not. -If you want cannon characters. -If you want to include certain traits/features the reader has.

Your heartbeat on the High Line 🍁- Send in a request for an AU!

Please be specific with the request. Specifications include -Angst -Fluff, Hurt/Comfort -Smut -Dark Themes -Plots/Dialogues you'd like me to include. (for eg. friends to lovers with barista!remus.)

You drew stars around my scars 🍵- Send in a request with certain plots. (for eg enemies to lovers)

Please be specific with the request. Specifications include -If you want reader insert or not -If you want to include certain traits/features the reader has. -If you are want angst/smut/fluff. -Mention the era. (for eg harry potter x reader, order of the phoenix)

Sequin smile, black lipstick 🌳- Send in a request for a moodboard with any of the topics mentioned above.

Please be specific with the request.

Dancin' in your Levi's ☕- Send in a request and I'll ship you with a character.

Please be specific with the request. Specifications include. -Personality traits -Physical features -Hobbies -Gender of the character you'd like to be shipped with.

Steppin' on the last train 🚉- Let's be moots! This goes without saying. Drop into the inbox and let's start talking :)

*****

when you are young, they assume you know nothing.

while sending in requests please be nice and care to write a greeting. i'm human too and being kind helps. there are certain characters i don't write for, and i'll list them down below.

please excuse me if i don't write your request. it may happen if the request did not hit my creative spot.

please request through the inbox. if you directly message me, there are chances i may miss them.

*****

characters i don't write for-

-draco malfoy -tom riddle -severus snape -lucius malfoy -any character from the cursed child era

ps- i do not have anything against the slytherins. i'm a slytherin myself.

thank you!

-steph 🍂

[tadashisdisaster]

9:48 AM 🕸️

I’m doing fall deliveries. It’s not really an event but….

you can just DM or send a request to me. You shouldn’t go anonymously, but if you want to you can🫶🏻. I make a banner or a pfp (or both) of your choice and send it to you in your inbox 📨 or mail it to you 📦.

Khai’s Deliveries 📦 -> Just me @ing you!

Incoming 📨 -> I send it to you VIA request box

It’s all free and it doesn’t have my *Tadashisdisaster* logo on it! happy fall🍁

LIKE 🧡 to get visited by my ghost buddy. REBLOG 🔂 to get a free banner or pfp of your choice! COMMENT 💬 for a spooky, anonymous love letter.

[canuckgirltravels]

Pumpkins After Dark Ottawa Walking Tour 🎃

Step into a world of autumn magic at Pumpkins After Dark in Ottawa! Join me on a captivating walking tour through Ottawa’s ultimate Halloween event, showcasing over 6,000 hand-carved pumpkins, a mesmerizing 3D maze, and unforgettable light displays. Perfect for all ages, this event at Wesley Clover Parks brings spooky scenes and beloved characters to life through incredible pumpkin art and haunting music.

🍂 Highlights of the Tour:

Walkthrough the spellbinding 3D Pumpkin Maze

See the glowing sculptures & spooky Halloween scenes

Capture photo-worthy moments along the enchanting pumpkin paths

Whether you're a Halloween fan or looking for a memorable fall outing in Ottawa, Pumpkins After Dark has something magical for everyone.

Don't forget to like, subscribe, and click the notification bell for more exciting autumn adventures! 🍁👻

[thenewclassy]

ROAD TRIP IDEA: 7 Of The South's Best Fall Events

When the autumn colors hit, it's the perfect time to explore. We have rounded up 7 of the South's absolute best fall events to choose from.

Read the article: https://cheapisthenewclassy.com/2024/09/best-fall-events.html

[egophiliac]

did this as a quick scribble at like 1 AM last night and...immediately lost all motivation to ever clean it up. ( ᐛ ) but I had to draw my son being the fanciest little flower boy who ever threw petals down an aisle. oh my god.

[angleofmusings]

(only superficial damage)

[lamemaster]

Yandere the Silmarillion Elves

Request: Hello! May I request yandere headcanons for Maeglin and Maglor (separately), perhaps with a human reader? Also, I really love your blog you write incredible stories :))

Pairings: Maeglin x human reader & Maglor x human reader

Genre: Dark themes. Maeglin's is gorey >"<

AN: Thank you for requesting this! I enjoy writing dark themes and this definitely was my cup of tea. I hope you like it.

Next up- Finrod x Valyrian! Reader Fall trope event list

Maeglin- (yandere reader)

A mangled mess of limbs was how you found him, withering beneath the ruins of the fallen city.

Somehow, against all odds, he lived. An amalgamation of mass bound to a body. Condemned to survive in a body tortured by death’s refusal to grant him peace.

He had endured this state for nearly a year, trapped between life and death, as if the world itself were determined to deny him release.

And then, there was you. As a wandering bandit, the sight of Gondolin’s ruins had seemed a fortune, a treasure mine promising riches to last a lifetime.

Yet amid the remnants of shattered stone and splintered wooden furniture, there he lay—the last survivor of the city’s fall. The one who instigated it all.

The incestuous bastard who, miraculously, had survived it. Every elven bards’ latest villain, the one sung of in recent ballads with curses on their lips.

You lifted the broken elf, cradling his twisted form—if his position could even be called that. His eyes, devoid of lids, remained fixed on you, unblinking, raw from months of crying out for help that never came. Gods, even now, he was beautiful.

Thus began your labor. Five days passed as you set bones that had grown crooked with time, wrapped him in scraps of cloth salvaged from the ruins, and nursed him with poppy milk poured into his helpless lips. With his face streaked by dried tears, he grew drowsy, finally slipping into fevered dreams.

As he lay shivering in your arms, lost in visions of a life that had abandoned him, you brushed your hand over his unmarred skin, tracing the contours of his trembling eyelids.

You murmured softly, your voice a mix of promise and threat “I would never let anyone hurt you. They’d have to get through me first... and believe me, they wouldn’t make it.” As if your reassurance could pull him back from his dreams of the past life without you.

Here, in the grave of his past, he was yours. No one would come for the one even death had forsaken. He was yours alone, bound by fate’s cruelty and your own claim upon him.

Cupping his damp cheek, you grinned, a glint of madness in your eyes. “My darling incestuous bastard,” you whispered, a low cackle slipping from your lips.

Maglor- (yandere character)

Maglor would follow you into death. Not even Eru Himself could hope to take you from him. No one would ever take what was his, not again.

The wedding was swift. In fact, the secondborn Fëanorian had insisted upon it within weeks of meeting you, brushing aside your hesitations with fervent kisses.

Your concerns about the doom of mortality were hushed in whispers and promises; if death was a gift granted to Men, then Maglor would seize it back from its giver. His breaths would ebb and flow with yours. Nothing could alter that.

It was all he could do now. Time had sharpened his resolve, even blunted the burns of the Silmaril, leaving behind only faint scars.

He had glamoured away his past, letting his skin heal so he could become the perfect lover for you, forsaking his true name for a new one.

Peldis, he called himself. A mountain elf from distant valleys. By sheer luck, you hadn’t noticed the faint scent of brine lingering about him, nor the care he took in combing his tangled hair until it shone.

You hadn’t glimpsed the quiet ferocity with which he shed his former self to stand before you, a stranger made whole in the reflection of your wants.

It had been one fateful night, when the ache of the Silmaril consumed him, that he’d first seen you.

Or rather, he’d caught sight of you wading in moonlit waters, bare as the light itself, utterly unguarded. He hadn’t looked away. The years had been long, and the Fëanorian had been starved.

The vision of silvery moonlight tracing your body had entranced him, struck him with a longing sharper than any oath. 

You were it, he thought. The Silmaril reborn. Perhaps even better than any of his father’s works. You were more than a cursed jewel.

Like a viper shedding its skin, Maglor transformed himself into Peldis. A convenient presence in your village, a simple trader of carved wooden combs.

It had not taken him long to notice the way your own hair flowed down your back like silk, and he knew, watching you, that you would come to him.

From offering a delicate comb for your hair to placing the ring upon your finger, Maglor had orchestrated each moment, each touch.

The songs of your fairytale romance made it easy to draw you into his arms, into the warmth of your bed, far from prying eyes and whispers.

And there, as he held you close, his touch guiding you deeper into his embrace, he tugged your soul into a quiet submission, bending your will and your mind to his desire.

Maglor knew what was best for you. And in this life, that place was here, wrapped in his arms, your heart tethered to his.

Even in the harmony of the Timeless Halls, yours would be the song he would compose. His muse. His beloved. You were his, now and forever.

[sscarletvenus]

the university which administers the Pulitzer prizes is not allowing press on campus, to make sure nobody on-site can document what is happening.

the nypd threatened student journalists qnd their dean with arrest if they leave a building named after Joseph Pulitzer.

at this point it isn't even worth remarking on the sheer horror, the baffling irony of it all.

entire new york roads have been closed to traffic so that nobody can prevent the world's largest police force's brutalization of students protesting THEIR tution fres and tax dollars contributing to killing kids.

all of this to... keep investing in an apartheid regime.

Columbia University would rather risk their students getting murdered than divest from genocide...

[tonberry-yoda]

HIHIHI! I saw your fall event and was rlly excited >:3

is it okay if i choose "isn't this stuff for kids?" with sanji i hope yoire having a great day/ night!

Isn't This Stuff for Kids - Sanji 🎃

notes - OMG HI! <3 I'm so glad you were excited to see this event, I have had so much fun doing it so far!!! Thanks for the request and what a cute idea!!! I hope you have a lovely fall! Sending so many hugs <3 word count - 219

"Sanji! I'm home!" you opened the door holding dozens of bags.

Sanji peeked over and saw you enter and his eyes lit up before he ran to you. He took a couple of bags from your hands and kissed you on the cheek. "Hello, my love!" he said. "How was your time?"

"It was so much fun!" you said, setting your bags on the floor in your living room. Sanji set down the bags that he took too.

"What did you get?"

You dumped out all the bags and tons of little Halloween goodies fell out: candy, bags with Halloween designs on them, pencils, etc.

Sanji tilted his head at it and slightly giggled. "Isn't this stuff for kids?" he asked.

"No!" you said, almost offended. "Well... I mean yeah, but... I'm making goodie bags for the kids who are gonna come trick or treating."

"I wasn't judging you!" Sanji reassured. "I just haven't seen this kind of stuff in years."

"Do you want to help me make them?" you asked with bright eyes.

"I would love to, y/n. Let me make us some cocoa first." He kissed your cheek and ran off to the kitchen.

You didn't care if this was for kids, it made you happy and you were definitely going to make yourself a bag.

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