#pirate costumes every year because this is just how i dress

[lab-gr0wn-lambs]

I never did show you guys my last-minute Halloween costume

[vincentbriggs]

Good sir, I am hoping to pick your brain. I’m making an 18-century (“pirate”) shirt as a gift to my friend. He wants tie closures on the neck and cuffs instead of buttons. Might you have any insight or resources for this? I’ve seen the ties in at least one of the extant shirts I’ve viewed online. I’m still pretty new to the sewing gig and I’d like to minimize inventing metaphorical wheel as much as possible. Thanks in advance!

It's very unusual, but do know of one example! (Not that extant one though)

But first - Link to my most thorough shirt construction blog post. (It's a few years old and I've improved a few little things in my technique since then, and I mean to finish writing a new and better one before the year is over.)

Ok, ties on shirts! I'm assuming this is the extant one you're talking about? Tbh I'd discount this one entirely if you're looking for information on 18th century men's shirts because I don't think it is one.

Besides the attached ties, the sleeves are extremely weird. They're cut off and have no wristbands!! This would make it quite impossible to wear under a coat, the wristbands are an absolutely essential part of an 18th century shirt. I also don't see any reason to believe this is actually 18th century when it could just as easily be 19th century, and considering how short the slit is I think that more likely.

(Lots of auction sellers like to say "late 18th century" about things that are like... yeahh maaaaybe that's plausibly from a very fashion forward guy in the late 1790's but it's much more likely early 19th century. And with court dress they sometimes just straight up date it several decades too early. Look at lots of examples and always question everything, because museums don't always date things correctly either.)

I think I remember seeing someone mention once that it was a 19th century workman's garment of some sort, but I can't remember where, and all we've got to go on are a few pictures and a brief caption from a seller who doesn't know what they're talking about. It does look like it could have been worn over another layer though, and the fabric is very coarse. It could also have been altered at a later date for theatrical costume, which is something the Victorians did to A LOT of 18th century garments.

So just ignore that shirt!

The vast majority of 18th century mens shirts close with 2 or 3 buttons on the collar, but there is a style that uses ribbons. It appears to have been fairly common in the late 17th and early 18th century, and then slowly dwindles as the century goes on. I have a section for it on my shirts pinterest board with 64 examples. Ooh, wait, 65, just found a new one.

The collar is made with little to no overlap and one buttonhole on each end, and a ribbon is threaded through them.

Portrait of Carl Gustaf Tessin, 1728.

Sir Charles Howard, 1738.

I actually made one of these last year!

The collar doesn't sit as well with the ribbon as it does with 2 buttons, but once you put a stock over it it's fine.

Nearly every single depiction of an 18th century shirt I've ever seen (and I've spent a LOT of time looking) uses sleeve links on the wristbands. (Which I have a tutorial for! They're really easy to make!) I do sleeve links on most of my everyday shirts because I like them better than sewn on buttons. When the wristband is this narrow, sewn on buttons don't sit very nicely.

But! If your friend wants ties on the wrist in a historical way, I do know of one single example, and it's this guy!

Giovanni Maria delle Piane, Portrait of a nobleman. No date given, but if I had to guess I'd say 1680's or 90's. Very late 17th century looking fellow.

We can't see his collar closure, but I think it's very possible that he has a matching red ribbon holding that closed.

Personally I wouldn't want to try these, because they look like an absolute nightmare to tie by yourself one handed. But the good news is that you could make just regular wristband that take sleeve links and they'd work for this too, since both just have a buttonhole at each end! I aim for a finished wristband length that's 10-14mm longer than my wrist measurement, with the buttonhole being about 4 or 5mm in from the edge, which gives me enough ease to wear them comfortably with sleeve links, so if you do that then he'll be able to wear them both ways.

[stationintern]

party 4 u

this is my favorite charli xcx song, and Harry has always played the leading role in my fantasies while listening to it. pls enjoy this fic. i've included multiple mentions of the duo frou frou as a treat for the girlies (anyone who loves frou frou as much as i do).

“Why is it called a pineapple?” Harry asks, leaning against a kitchen cabinet. The knob is digging into his spine, but he’s too loaded to move, let alone notice. He’s shed his pirate costume on various surfaces over the course of the night, his ruffled shirt the only sign left that he was anything at all in the first place.

Nobody replies, because Hermione– dressed as a fairy– is passed out at the kitchen island, hunched over on one of the barstools with her head cradled in her arms. She has a tendency to overestimate her ability to tell when enough is enough, but always ends up having more fun than any of them.

He never should have had this party, is still not sure what he was expecting to get from all this. Most of the people he invited came in their half-arsed costumes, ate ludicrous amounts of sweets, and got drunker than they’d planned to. Surely, his Halloween party should have been a success, right?

Yet, that was never the goal at all. There was one objective for the night, and it’s nearing three in the morning, still uncompleted. 

Yes, Harry Gatsby’d it. 

Eventually, Hermione is carried out over Ron’s shoulder amid hoarse goodbyes and ‘have a good night’s. Harry and Luna collect the cups, and the sink smells of pineapple and rum, of Draco’s breath after every pub night. They take down the streamers while Imogen Heap sings ‘I have to be somewhere/now where did I put it,” and Harry is reminded of the infinite times he was held sonically hostage to Draco’s Details CD on long drives. 

He feels nauseous, and can’t decide if it’s because of the lack of Draco’s presence, or the way he’d overindulged with every passing hour. He decides it’s because of Draco, because everything is. Draco is the reason he painted his bedroom walls blue, and threw this party in the first place.

Their little friends with benefits situation ended three years ago, and Draco’s moved on. Multiple times. But none of them stick, and with every breakup that spark of hope grows in Harry’s chest. That Draco will come back and finish what they started.

Eventually, Luna leaves too, and Harry’s left with a house devoid of all the things he’d placed in it to lure Draco in like a blonde fish to a Frou Frou CD on a hook. Nearing four, Harry leaves it on, lets the music remind him of better times when he wasn’t drunk, when he wasn’t slowly becoming one with the sofa, when Draco being in his house wasn’t something he had to carefully orchestrate.

It’s begun to rain outside, and he’s drifting off to the pitter-patter when the doorbell rings. The sound is like someone dumping a bucket of ice water on his head, and once again the hope that maybe it could be him overcomes the alcohol, just as it did every time a new guest arrived to the party.

It’s funny, how you can have hope for something and fully believe it to be impossible at the same time. The feeling sits in Harry’s mind after being drilled into him all night. Is it him? No. Is it him? No. Is it–

“You have to stop inviting me to things.”

Draco is wet, soaked– which is ridiculous, since he was always so silly about keeping out of the rain, the precise temperature of his warming charms. He’s in his robe, the same grey one with hairspray crust on the shoulders that Harry liked to scratch at. Underneath the fabric there are freckles from Draco’s bad experience with a tanning booth that he hasn’t bothered to magic away. Harry likes to think it’s because he knew how fond he was of them. He knows that body and the stories behind it. He knows Draco so well it’s sickening.

“What?”

“Just– stop, alright? I can’t keep coming up with excuses the next day.”

He looks like a petulant child– fists at his sides, the crease in his brow, the sheer stubbornness that coats every word.

“I’m sorry?” Harry doesn’t mean for it to come out as a question, but he’s not sure what he’s supposed to be sorry for, and is still reeling from his learned experience being proven wrong so abruptly. 

“I don’t understand why you feel the need to remind me. You- you invite me to your house. You give me… I get a taste of what it’s like to be around you again and then I leave, and I just can’t any more! I can’t come to your parties, your pub nights, your fucking luncheons. You’re cruel, Harry. This is all so…”

Harry reaches out a hand, rests it on Draco’s shoulder, “I’m so confused right now.”

“You’re swaying,” Draco notices.

“I am very drunk.”

“Harry, you don’t have to keep trying to include me in things. I know… I can’t be your friend.”

“Why?”

“I can’t believe you’re asking me that.”

Draco averts his eyes, and seems to realize he’s wet, before pushing his way into Harry’s foyer and drying himself off with his wand. Harry wishes he wouldn’t, because the sight of him truly affected by the rain is something to behold, something he now realizes he’s been deprived of for so long.

“You know why,” he continues, “You know why, and yet you keep inviting me to things because my friends are your friends and vice versa, but I don’t need to be included in everything, not when you know how much it hurts me.”

“Draco, what the fuck are you on about?”

“What am I supposed to do? Just act normal? I’ve been in love with you for three fucking years, and everybody knows it, and I know you know it, and I’m sick of being embarrassed–”

“Draco,” Harry stops him, a hand pressed to his firm chest. The gesture isn’t needed, but Harry wants to touch him so bad, feel the linen of Draco’s shirt under his fingertips now that he knows that Draco wants it, “You’re stupid.”

If he wasn’t drunk, he would have been much more eloquent, but this is the best he’s got, and as long as Draco stops talking long enough to listen, maybe he can make it through this conversation.

“I only threw this party for you.”

Draco takes two steps back, knocks his hip against a fern, then takes a step forward.

“You threw…” Draco looks around the room, now devoid of all its decorations, and Harry hopes he can imagine them in his mind. Imagine a room full of people they love, drinking something he likes, eating his favourite candy, listening to his favourite music, and understand that Harry has always been trying to show, unsure if he was allowed to tell, “What are you saying?”

“I Gatsby’d it,” Harry replies, because Luna said that’s what he was doing, and the phrase has been stuck in his head all night.

“You Gatsby’d it,” Draco deadpans.

“I threw an entire party and filled it with things I know you like, just because I wanted you to show up,” Harry admits, “I had rum rollovers and Frou Frou and I dressed up as a pirate because I know you love men in frilly shirts, because I wanted you to walk in and notice.”

It’s definitely odd saying it out loud, but Draco just showed up at his doorstep and professed his love for him, so Harry feels free to say his truth.

“And I didn’t.”

“Yes, you did.”

“I’m seven hours late.”

“Very fashionable.”

“Sorry about that,” Draco scratches that spot behind his ear, where he’s always thought about getting a tattoo. Harry remembers how it tastes, “So…”

“I love you too, by the way,” Harry blurts, “You said you were in love with me and I called you stupid and–”

Draco reaches for him, and Harry is both expecting it and caught off guard when they kiss– quick and painless and just as sweet as he remembers.

“You threw a party for me,” Draco murmurs.

“Everything I do is for you,” Harry replies, and Draco kisses him again, and again, until he finally manages to pull away from his lips, “I mean, not brushing my teeth or whatever. Like, the pub nights and the dinner parties. Those were all for you.”

“For me.”

“For you.”

“Why didn’t you just–” Draco starts, and Harry knows why he didn’t just, but he’s still too muddled to explain all that.

“I have a lot of problems,” he says instead.

Draco laughs, and Harry’s so glad that it’s finally because of him again, and not some brunette at the pub, “Yes, you do.”

They move on to the sofa, trading explanations through the night as Harry’s buzz finally wears off, and Draco admits that he got pretty smashed in his kitchen, unable to bear the idea of refusing the invite. The sun peaks through the curtains in the early hours of the morning, and they begin to doze, twisted around one another. They haven’t spoken for a while, simply rested in the warmth of long-awaited understanding.

But, as Harry finally lets sleep overcome him, he hears a snort and one final whisper.

“You Gatsby’d it…”

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[cameronspecial]

Thorn In My Side, Rose In My Hand (Part 11)

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Reader

Warnings: Reference to a Panic Attack and Spoilers for The Cruel Prince.

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 3.0K

Summary: Halloween, the best holiday of the year is meant to be spent with the people you love.

A/N: Definitely not me adding in the KitKat part because I just went on a road trip in the US and my Canadian self was disappointed with the KitKat.

Masterlist

Friday night, Y/N finally has her first book club meeting. Rafe sits beside her with one hand on her thigh and the other holding his book. “I like how confident Jude’s character is. She is so badass,” Rafe inputs into the conversation. When the other members of the club found out Rafe is a part of it, it is safe to say they were shocked at the revelation and didn’t expect him to actually read the book. But ever since Rafe and Y/N started reading together every night, he has actually gotten through a few books. If they weren’t sleeping in bed together, they’d FaceTime each other and just bathe in the knowledge that the other was a shout away. For the book for the club, they would often take turns reading to each other. “Yass, she is an absolute queen. Like becoming a spy was so awesome,” Kate adds. The conversation continues until the hour is up and everyone has gone home. Y/N is getting herself a snack when she feels Rafe drop his chin onto her shoulder. He gives her a gentle kiss, “I think we should dress as Jude and Cardan for Halloween. You can put your hair up in horns and wear a dress. I can put on one of those flowy shirts that are like a pirate shirt. You’d love it.”

“That’s a great idea, we can go into town now to see what we can get. Ooh, but we should look at fan art first,” Y/N rattles, completely abandoning her snack to go check her phone. Rafe smiles as he sees the excitement on her face. She shows him multiple different pictures and he gives her his thoughts about it. Before he knows it, they are going into town to see what they could find. 

———

Halloween is Y/N’s favourite holiday. The idea of being able to pretend to be whoever one wants is appealing to her. This Halloween is especially exciting for her because Rafe actually wants to do a couples costume with her. Rafe is throwing a Halloween bash in honour of the holiday and she knows he is going all out just for her. He had her help him pick out a multitude of decorations, drinks and candies. She is trying to follow the video to make the horns with her hair for the costume, but she quickly grows frustrated with the task. “Ugh,” she lets out very loudly. This summons Rafe into the bathroom from the adjoining bedroom, “What’s wrong, my rose?” “This video is literally the hardest thing I have ever done,” she complains to her boyfriend. Rafe gives her a wicked smile and approaches her, “Here let me try.” 

He begins to work on her hair and she watches, shocked that he is able to do it without even having to watch the video. He can see her questioning gaze through the mirror, “I’ve been practicing how to do it with my sisters’ help. It took a lot of hair-pulling and arguing, but we were eventually able to nail it.” She feels a rush of heat spread across her neck at the effort Rafe is going through to make their first Halloween together perfect. She never asked him to do any of this, but he went out of his way to make the environment comfortable for her. “Thank you,” she whispers once he is done with her hair, turning to give a kiss on his exposed collarbone in the pirate shirt. He has yet to put on the crown or feather cape they had custom-made based on the fanart they saw. “You’re welcome. Could you help me put on a little eyeliner, please? It seems like something Cardan would do,” Rafe replies, reaching into her makeup bag to bring out the eyeliner. 

She gives a small nod of her head and pats the counter for him to sit on top of. He does as instructed and they both laugh as they realize it made him too tall. Y/N motions over to the toilet for him to sit on. Once he is seated, she brings his head into her hand and starts to apply the eyeliner. He starts to squirm in her hand, making it harder for her to do what she needs to. “Cameron, stop moving,” she chastises, holding onto his head harder. He shakes his head a little, “I can’t. It tickles. 

“Well if you don’t, then it will be all smudged.” 

“Ughh, okay.”

“Rafe Jacob Cameron! Stay still. I’ll give you a kiss if you do.”

“Okay, fine.”

She finishes doing his eyeliner and goes to apply her own lipstick. Rafe is quick to press a kiss onto her lips, smudging her lipstick and imprinting some of it onto his lips. She giggles at the messy lipstick on her boyfriend's lips. She moves from between his legs and goes to get a wet cloth to wipe his lips. “Now, let me get you your crown,” she says, walking over to where it sits in his dress and placing it on his head. Rafe smiles up at her and relishes in the kiss she places on his forehead, “This kinda reminds me of the coronation scene from the book.” 

“Yeah, it kinda does feel like that with you being shorter than me right now. We should’ve gotten Mason to be Oak. Then we can recreate the whole scene.”

“Maybe, but I like this being just an us thing to do.”

“True. I just worry he feels left out sometimes.”

“It’s okay, we can include him when we do family costumes with our kids.”

“When we have kids? You seem to have our future figured out for us, don’t you?”

“I absolutely do. I was thinking you’d probably want to move out to England after you finish at Oxford, which I would definitely follow you to once I finish school. We would have four kids because I know you like the even number and you like the idea of kids always having a playmate. Of course, Sparky would move with us. And the house would definitely need a bay window for you.”

“That’s quite the plan you have. You’d really move to England for me?”

“I’d move to the end of the world for you. You are my forever.”

“You are my forever too.”

But a small part of Y/N can’t help but feel guilty about the idea of making Rafe move. Ever since she overheard Ward talking about the distance, she can’t stop worrying about their future. She knows he always planned to take over his dad’s company after he finished school and she didn’t want to be the reason why he didn’t realize that dream. She knows it’s what he wants to do to make his dad proud. She doesn’t even know what Rafe would do in England with her. It would also mean that they would have four years of being apart before they could be together again and she isn’t sure how she could handle that. Not wanting to think any deeper about it, she snaps out of her spiral and leads him downstairs to get ready for the party. 

————

Lacey and Mason arrive earlier to help set up for the party; the former with booze in hand and the latter with candy. Lacey is dressed as a chef, true to her future career choice and Mason as a handyman. “So what are you guys supposed to be? Pirate prince with pointy ears and a hot badass knife girl,” Lacey asks with a questioning brow, setting the box of beer cans on the counter. Y/N shakes her head at her best friend’s teasing, “Nooo, I’m Jude Duarte and Cameron is Cardan Greenbriar from The Cruel Prince. Silly.” “Ahh, so it’s a couples costume. Cute,” Mason adds, organizing the candy he brought.

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The party is in full swing now. Music blaring, people screaming, bodies moving and Y/N is getting nervous. She is lost in a sea of people, getting pushed from every side. At a certain point, she couldn’t keep up with the crowd and tripped onto the ground. She curls into a ball to protect her head and heart. She begins to cry and feels as though her chest is tightening. Lacey had seen what had happened to her best friend and immediately shoves her way through the crowd to help. “Come on, it’s okay. I’ve got you,” Lacey picks her up and brings her to Rafe’s room. Lacey sits Y/N on the bed, “Tell me five things you can see, four you can touch, three you can hear, two you can smell and one you can taste.” “The… The…” Y/N is so frazzled she can’t concentrate on the relaxing technique Lacey suggests. 

Rafe finds the girls in his room after searching everywhere for his rose. He starts piecing the pieces together as to what happened when he sees the pair and rushes to her side. “I’m sorry we got separated, I’m here now. Let’s do some butterfly taps and take some deep breaths in and out for me, my rose,” he advises with his hands rubbing the sides of her hips. He helps her place her hands in a cross on her chest. She copies Rafe’s breathing and begins to tap her collarbones, alternating between the left and right. The other two immediately notice her breathing start to slow down and her shoulders aren’t as tensed. He places a kiss on her forehead now that her breathing is finally steady, “There we go. You’ve got this.” He continues to whisper hushed encouragement to her.

Lacey can’t help but feel jealous at the sight in front of her. She used to be able to help Y/N calm down from a panic attack. Definitely not as fast though. However, she can’t help but feel happy that her best friend has found someone who understands how she works so much. She takes this as her opportunity to slip out of the room and go back to check on the partiers for Rafe, making a mental note to check on Y/N later.

 Oppositely, Rafe is feeling more confident in himself. He thought back to what his father said about knowing sooner rather than later that he couldn’t reassure her. This proves Ward is wrong. Rafe was able to assess the situation without being told what happened and help Y/N through it. He remembered what Y/N said about her panic attacks and jumped into action. He figures the party and getting lost in the crowd are probably the reason for her panic attack. “Wanna ditch the party and see if the pharmacy is already serving discounted chocolate and candies? We can head to the beach and eat it there while watching the waves,” he offers as soon as her breathing has steadied and she moves her hands into his. 

“But what about your party? You and Mason have to stop shutting down your parties before even ten just for me. You’ll both start having a bad reputation.”

“I couldn’t care less about what people think as long as the people I love are safe and healthy. But I was thinking of just letting Mason watch over everything.” 

“I would love to go get candy, but maybe we can go later. I think it would be more fun to go trick or treating. I mean we are in costume.”

Rafe chuckles at her childishness, “Really?! I mean, I don’t object to the idea, but you really think people will give us candy?” 

“Yeah! Not to brag, but everyone on this island loves me.” 

“That’s very true. Come on, let’s go get some clean pillowcases.”

Rafe secures two pillowcases for the pair and sends a quick text to Mason to keep an eye on things for him. Mason replies back quickly saying that he will and asks if Y/N wanted him to come check on her. Rafe answers by telling him she has now calmed down and wishes to go trick or treating. Y/N is excited about going out, but she isn’t sure how to feel entirely about it. She definitely noticed how Rafe would shut down his parties early and forgo going to other parties ever since they started dating. The girl would insist on him going without her or offer to go for an hour or two; however, he would always resist her pleas. She doesn’t want to change his personality, even though he says it is okay. At this moment though, Y/N could not be more glad that he is seriously okay with the idea of going out to get some candy. 

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The houses on the Kook side of the Island often give out the best candy and it often becomes a competition between the houses. Halloween is the one time a year in which the Kooks do not care if the Pogues are on their property and most Pogues would dare to approach the rich side. Kooks welcome as many people to their houses to prove they offer the best treat with the number of guests coming at their door. Y/N remembers the excitement that would pass around in elementary school as the students would brag about the candies their parents bought. She and Rafe run up the driveway of a house while holding hands giggling like schoolchildren. They arrive at their first house of the night. After going through the trick-or-treating ritual, Y/N reaches into their bag to see what they got as they walk back to the road. Her eyes shine at the red wrapper in her hands. “What is it?” Rafe questions the girl. 

“It’s a Canadian KitKat! Yes, I love these.”

“What’s so special about a Canadian KitKat? We have these in America.”

“The Canadian one isn’t as sweet and it doesn’t leave that weird aftertaste. The chocolate taste much better. I had some when we went up to Canada for my mom’s book tour last summer. Here, try some.”

She quickly opens the package, breaks off a piece of the chocolate and shoves it into his mouth. Rafe’s eyes widen in surprise and he eats the chocolate bar, “Hmm, this is good. Why don’t ours taste like this?” 

“In Canada, KitKat is owned by Nestle and here, it’s owned by Hershey’s.” 

“I see. Well, next time I go to America, I’m going to pack a suitcase full of these for you.”

She looks at him with a huge smile on her face. The pair go to a few more houses and the next house on the street is quite dark. As they approach the house, a little girl dressed as Barbie is walking beside them. Rafe gives her a small smile and a wave. They make their way to the front door to see a duo of teens standing in front of a candy bowl with a please take one sign on a table. The teenage boys laugh as they take the whole bowl of candy without leaving one, even though they saw the little girl. The boys run past the trio without a care in the world. Little Barbie looks at the candy bowl with sad eyes and before Y/N can even do anything, Rafe is handing over his candy bag to her. Her eyes light up and she yells a thank you, running back to her mother at the end of the driveway. The mother waves her hand in thanks to Rafe’s sweet gesture. 

Y/N looks at her boyfriend in awe, “That was so sweet. But now you have no candy. How about we stop by the pharmacy for discount candy and head to the beach?” Rafe nods at the offer and leads her back to where he parked his car. 

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She is examining the box of candy in front of her when he pops up behind her, wearing Jason’s mask from Friday the 13th. She jumps, startled at his sudden appearance in the strange mask. She gives him a light hit on his bicep and a frown. “Cameron, You scared me! Don’t do that,” Y/N reprimands her partner. Rafe laughs and wraps his arms around her shoulders, “I’m sorry, my rose. I was only playing. I love you.” He kisses her cheeks in hopes to soothe her anger. She shakes her head at him. “Ugh, I guess I love you too. Come on, let’s head to the beach.” 

They head down to the beach with the bag of candy in hand and a blanket wrapped around both of their shoulders. The duo sets themselves a few feet away from the water. The sound of the waves hitting the sand is the only noise that can be heard on the beach. Y/N rests her head on his shoulder and begins to eat the candy they acquired, Rafe looks down at the girl with a grin on his face. She looks more serene than she did at the party and he loves the way she is watching the waves in wonder. 

His life plan was always to go to UNC, graduate, come back home, and work for his father. It was engraved in his mind in his very first memory of his father. It had been their plan and Rafe never questioned it because he thought it was the best path to pleasing his father. He may have known Y/N for more than one-third of his life, but the plan never changed just from knowing her since he never thought he had a chance with her and he just suppressed his feeling for her. But, now, she is his girlfriend and they have a future together. This makes him question everything he thought he wanted for his future. Now, all that mattered to him is her being in the picture and if that meant going off to England with her then he is going to make damn sure he is by her side every step of the way. 

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[kyupidos]

Congratulations on your 100+ followers milestone, Asmo! You deserved it<33 Can I request some dorm leaders reaction to a gn reader saying "You hold the key to my heart." To them? Thank you for creating drabbles, scenarios and fanfics for us too 🥺✨

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key to my heart 🕸★ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ✩‧₊ 🕸★ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ✩‧₊ 🕸★ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ✩‧₊ ;; summary. ‘in your closeness, you find yourself vulnerable with them—in the best way possible.’

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characters. dorm leaders : riddle rosehearts , leona kingscholar , azul ashengrotto , vil schoenheit , idia shroud ( separate ) ;; romantic . 🕸️ tags. reader is gender neutral ( you/your ), reader may or may not be yuu ( up to the reader ), reader is dressed as a vampire but not intended to be from pomefiore ( you can still imagine it though ), reader is mostly a flirt, romantic fluff

📞 _a/n. ohmegosh hii etihw, thank you sm <33 this took me a while because i wanted to put a halloweeny spin on it for the occasion, and i had no ideas for kalim or malleus </3 ( i’ll probably dedicate a separate post to them if possible, i’m not lying when i say i was STUMPED ), but i hope you enjoy!

r. rosehearts

— love is a delicate but wonderful thing, riddle thinks, and though he’s always been nervous at the idea of finding the wrong one, or even never finding one at all, the idea gets him giddy. and now he has you, and having experienced love for himself now, he can’t help but be thankful that you found each other. not to mention that now he also gets to celebrate halloween at night raven with you, something he usually doesn’t get to do no matter the circumstances. but with his time at night raven, things have been excitedly different, especially since you came along.

— he was dressed accordingly to heartslabyul’s theme this year of course, as a skeleton, preserving order in the graveyards. you on the other hand, had chosen to adorn the fit of a vampire. he had to say; he thought you looked quite stunning, the look suited you. though, he wasn’t quite sure of the extra flirtatious personality that came along with it. “oho? riddle darling, is that you in that skeleton wear?” you teased, close enough beside him to twirl a strand of his hair with your finger, leaving him with nothing less of reddened cheeks, “how cute! with every version of you i fall more and more in love, really.”

— riddle tried to come up with a witty response, but was interrupted when you took the hand you were twirling his hair with and used it to pat his head, using your other to motion towards your chest. “you hold the key to my heart, you know?” and as he watched you smile, he noticed you were speaking with much more genuinity than with your flirts—you knew his perspective of love, and you knew how much words like these had an effect on him. “vampires only really have one lover in their lifetime..so i’m glad it’s you~” maybe you were trying to kill him with how flustered you were making him, but he thinks that with love as genuine as this, it would be a good way to go.

l. kingscholar

— a pirate and a vampire, certainly a dynamic duo, but the skies the limit on halloween couple costumes. perhaps it seemed even odder to see a pirate and vampire collaborating when decorating the coliseum to appear like a shipwrecked area, but leona didn’t mind; he just appreciated the time he got to spend with you. he found some annoyance in your flirts, which were apparently to “keep up with the vampire bit”, ( he’s lying, he’s absolutely ravishing in it if his tail and ears are anything to go off of, ) but still, he could appreciate some time with his lover.

— the beast man couldn’t help but roll his eyes as you complimented his muscle, saying that it was ‘to be expected of such an attractive pirate like himself’—not that he disagreed, of course, he knows for a fact how attractive he is as the second prince. he does wish you could hold back on the touchiness though. as much as he hates to admit it, it’s starting to get him a little flustered, and he’s trying to focus on decorating the shipwreck. “wouldn’t it be nice decorating our focus home like this?” you wistfully sighed with a hand to your cheek, baring your fake vampiric teeth, and now leona’s lost all focus. now he kind of wants to hop aboard the flirting joyride.

— he smirks of course, “obviously. i’ll even spoil you all you want, as your prince.” you can’t help but giggle, and the atmosphere feels airy and fun already, not like it ever wasn’t. “mm-mm, you always know the right things to say, leona. it’s no wonder you hold the key to my heart~” leona’s face softened for a moment, before he threw a pearl necklace at your face, forcing you to grab at it and make sure it didn’t break apart. “hey, is this your way of spoiling me?! throwing pearl necklaces at my face?!” “hmph, yeah.” an obvious lie, he just didn’t want you to see how obviously flustered he was.

a. ashengrotto

— what were the thoughts of a greedy business man like azul when it came to love? a great question, certainly, after all he originally never believed he would have time for such a thing. the idea did please him, but considering his goals to become such a valiant businessman, he concluded he simply wouldn’t have the time to care for a lover, even though his younger self so longingly wished for one. so he gave it up, deciding to focus on his future career. the idea still comes to him every now and then, to loosen up at least a little to go on a quest for romance, but until he met you, the madol he earned from the mostro lounge enticed him more.

— which is why halloween is liked by azul in quite a unique way in contrast to the others; after all, the limited-time only menus he makes during this time brings in quite the handsome amount of madol. so before he goes out, he asks you kindly to help him adjust the bandages on his mummy outfit to look natural. you were already properly dressed in your vampire costume, so you figured you might as well help him out since you had so much free time already. he thinks now, about how foolish he was to think he didn’t have the time for a lover. he quite likes spending time with you, even that much being an understatement, and would do whatever he could just to be able to do so.

— the octomer tried not to let the blood rush to his cheeks at least too much as you sweet talked and complimented him like there was no tomorrow, all while smoothly wrapping the bandages around his clothing and figure. “you’re going to look gorgeous while scamming all your customers,” you joked, azul scoffing in mock offense. “oh, me?�� he waved his hand dismissively, “you’re too harsh, dear angelfish. i would never scam any poor unfortunate soul that comes across me.” you just laughed, “of course. your genuinity’s what gave you the privelege of the key to my heart, after all.” and despite his prior confidence, azul felt like dying inside his octopod at your words—in happiness, obviously.

v. schoenheit

— two vampires with practically blinding beauty, vil thought pridefully, it was like you were matching halloween costumes, though it was more of a pleasant coincidence of anything else— not that he’d like that take away from his win, though. as he wanted to make sure everyone was looking their best for halloween week, he offered makeup advice for every dorm respectively based on their costumes, asking you specifically if you wanted his help with the matter. and, who were you to deny your lover the act of intimacy of putting on someone’s makeup for them? it was a win win for the both of you, vil would get to make sure you look your best, and you get some time alone with him.

— as expected from a beauty guru like him, it took zero effort to get a supply of makeup that fit you. so with that, he went straight to work, taking into account your personal make up preferences and your he additional necessity for a vampiric aspect to it. and of course as to be expected, vil certainly did not disappoint. anyone could look at you and say that your halloween costume and make up gave you a nice spooky allure that was fitting for halloween week. he would take it upon himself to say it, but he didn’t want this to turn into a two hour long flirting session.

— you looked at yourself in the vanity mirror, and vil put his hands on his hips smirkingly as he watched you do so. “hmm, perhaps this is my best work yet.” you smiled amusedly, “how romantic of you to save your best work, for me, vil~ i’m glad we’re both vampires, otherwise, how could a mortal ever hold the key to my heart? or, perhaps i could turn you..” vil huffed, choosing to lightly hit your shoulder with his makeup brush, you grabbing onto it dramatically as if it actually hurt. “don’t go saying such things casually, dear,” vil teased, “in the acting world, it’s preferred if you give it your all.”

i. shroud

— “waa, your vampire costume is so cool! it reminds me of a character from a childhood anime i loved!” idia fawned excitedly over your outfit, you gleaming in pride. he’d been like this for quite some time now, circling around you to get a good look at your attire, which he couldn’t help but be reminded of aforementioned childhood anime by. love didn’t come frequently to the housewarden of ignihyde, but when it did, whether it be for characters from shows he watched as a kid of for you, he clung to that love hard. “seriously, you look like a top-tier cosplayer right now! just the coolest!”

— there wasn’t much going on at the moment, so naturally the two of you decided to show off your halloween costumes for night raven’s halloween week to each other. plus, during months like these, there were plenty of limited time events that would go on for a lot of the games idia liked, so as per his request, the two of you were planning a horror game marathon as well as some regular games that just so happened to have some halloween themed events. for now though, you pridefully posed about, showing off your cape and bowing like a magician would at the end of their magic show. you continued flaunting your outfit, “of course, it’s only natural i take into account the stuff you’re fond of as well, yeah?”

— idia frowned in what you could only assume to be an irked way, complaining pitifully, “if i knew you’d dress up so cooly for me, i’d try to get the dorm dressed up in a theme you liked. hmph.” you just laughed in amusement, finding the situation funny, “don’t worry about it. hey, why don’t i cheer you up with your childhood favorite character’s favorite iconic phrase, eh? after all it’s true, y’know, you hold the key to my heart~!” ..ok, now give idia some time to pull himself together. he’s currently praying his tablet, that was put to the side, managed to record it so that he can listen to you say those words on repeat while squealing and kicking his feet like a highschool girl whenever.

[summerwritesfics]

🍓No Tricks, Only Treats

Pairing: Hanzo Hasashi/Kuai Liang Length: 1316 Words Rating: Teen Warnings: Costume Party, Halloween, Halloween Costumes, Halloween Party, Fluff, Bunny Girl Outfits, Kuai Is A Cutie Pie, Hanzo Has Vague memories Of Either MKvsDC or Injustice (whichever you prefer lmao) @anyfandomfluffbingo: Costume Party

Summary: Hanzo & Kuai Liang attend Johnny’s Halloween party.

AFG Fluff Bingo Masterlist

Notes: Heeeyyyyy Happy Halloween :) I was looking through my bingo prompts because tbh, I need to really start working on them, and I realised this prompt was perfect for a short little Halloween fic! So, enjoy!

Halloween was an oddity to Hanzo.

He didn’t really get the point of it if he was being honest. Trick and treating, while he could understand it being fun for kids, didn’t really sound appealing to him. Dressing in silly costumes even less so.

But when Johnny Cage invited you to a party, it was very hard to say no. Especially with Kuai Liang extremely enthusiastic about the idea, wanting to experience as much of what a normal life would feel like as possible. The fact that it was a costume party just seemed to excite Kuai more. He’d never worn a costume to a party before, the idea so novel that he’d been basically talking about it non-stop. The kids had offered to take him shopping for one and he’d eagerly agreed.

Hanzo hadn’t gone with them, and hadn’t seen Kuai’s costume yet. Due to their schedules they were also arriving to the party separately. He wondered what ridiculous outfit they’d managed to persuade Kuai to buy. He’d heard Cassandra pitch some ice queen outfit from some animated movie, but if that was the direction they’d gone in he didn’t know.

Hanzo himself had just gone kind of simple, and a little classic according to Johnny Cage. His pirate costume had been relatively inexpensive, and it was not exactly good quality, but he hadn’t wanted to spend a lot on something he was going to use once. The other guests' costumes seemed to vary in effort. Cassandra and Jacqueline had gone all out with quite intricate outfits. Supposedly they were a pair of supervillain lesbians, but Hanzo had no idea what they were referring to. Then you had Sonya, who’d thrown a bit of fake blood onto a blouse and called herself a zombie. According to Johnny, that was her outfit every year.

“Nice costume, Grandmaster,” a voice broke him out of his musings. He turned to find Kung Jin standing next to him.

“Thank you.” Hanzo looked Kung Jin up and down. He wasn’t completely sure on what Jin’s costume was, but given it was green and he had a bow and arrow he could make somewhat of an educated guess. “Are you meant to be Robin Hood?”

“I’m Green Arrow!” Jin sounded offended at the idea he was anything but this “Green Arrow” person. “Anyone would think you’ve never read a comic book or something.”

“Uh huh,” Hanzo sarcastically hummed. So he was also a superhero then. Seemed the kids were going for a theme.

From the corner of his eye, someone else peered around him. Even with an almost full face mask on, Hanzo could tell it was Takeda.

“I’m Batman,” he announced, putting on a gruff voice that made Jin burst into laughter.

“See, now, Batman I know,” Hanzo told Jin, lazily pointing at Takeda. “I don’t like him, but I know him.”

“What?” Takeda exclaimed, dropping the voice and standing straight. “How can you hate Batman?”

“I just have a weird feeling about him.” It was like something had happened in a past life in relation to the caped crusader. Which was absolutely ridiculous when he thought about it. Batman was a fictional character and didn’t exist, so the feeling was completely irrational. Still, something about it made him uneasy. He cleared his throat and quickly changed the subject with “so, what? Did you four convince Kuai Liang to be a superhero as well?”

“Nah, we let him do his own thing.” Takeda made a dismissive motion with his hand. “He seemed happy with what he got though.”

“Think you’ll be happy with it too,” Jin quietly chuckled as he took a sip of his drink. Hanzo couldn’t help but eye him suspiciously.

“What did you guys let him buy?” He asked, narrowing his eyes at Jin. He could just imagine that Kuai was about to walk in wearing the most absurd thing the kids could convince him to buy.

Jin bit his lip and smirked, “oh. You’ll see.” He then pointed across the room. “In fact, he’s here.”

Hanzo looked around just in time to see Kuai Liang walking into the party. His jaw dropped at what he saw.

Kuai Liang in what Hanzo could only describe as a bunny girl outfit.

He watched as Kuai was greeted by Johnny and Sonya, both clearly amused by what Kuai was wearing. It was a light blue bodysuit without straps and fishnet tights. He had a pair of bunny ears perched on his head, a small ball of fluff attached to his ass like a tail, and to top it all off a pair of high heel shoes the same colour as the bodysuit. Hanzo could feel his face getting hot, he completely understood Jin’s snide comment. Kuai did have a habit of wearing revealing clothing but this was the furthest he’d ever gone in public before.

“Have fun~” Jin sang in a teasing way, reaching under Hanzo’s chin and closing his mouth, teeth loudly clacking together. Hanzo glared at him, but Jin just laughed in his face. All Hanzo could do in retaliation was watch as Jin and Takeda walked away.

“Hanzo,” Kuai greeted cheerfully as he made his way over. The bright smile on his face was a beautiful sight. Even if Hanzo had originally had reservations about coming to the party, it was worth it to see Kuai experiencing pure joy from something so silly and simple. “I like your costume.”

“Ah. And I like yours,” Hanzo admitted, taking a better look at it now Kuai was closer. God damn he pulls it off a little too well. “Was this your idea or the kids?”

“A little of both,” Kuai explained with a sheepish grin. “I wanted to but wasn’t sure and they convinced me.”

It occurred to Hanzo that the kids' encouragement was probably an effort to make Hanzo flustered. Kenshi had warned him the group were on the warpath to break past the “Grandmaster Grumpyface” persona. He supposed this time, they actually won. He glanced across the room at them, where the four were now grouped together, watching Kuai and Hanzo, giggling to themselves over their victory.

They are the worst Superhero group I’ve ever seen. 

“Apparently Sonya is jealous because my legs are nicer than hers,” Kuai continued, holding one of the aforementioned limbs up as emphasis. Hanzo snorted at that. “Her words, not mine, to clarify.”

“Well, I do agree with her, you do have fantastic legs.” Hanzo cleared this throat slightly as he stared at the body parts in question. “As well as other assets.”

“Other ass-ets?” Kuai questioned, stressing that particular part of the word, making it obvious what he thought Hanzo was getting at.

“That’s not what I meant,” Hanzo clarified with a huff. Kuai just tilted his head at him. “I mean don’t get me wrong that part of you is magnificent but it’s not the only part of you that is.”

The grin on Kuai’s face just emphasised the point. It made all the features on his face light up and just proved how beautiful he was. Hanzo couldn’t help himself, he lent forward to press a kiss on the tip of Kuai’s nose. Kuai snorted and pulled back slightly while gently pushing Hanzo away, which was exactly the kind of reaction he was looking for.

“Want to go get a drink?” He asked casually, trying to resist another kiss as Kuai’s cheeks were turning red.

“Hm, I could do with one.” Kuai lent forward slightly, bracing a hand against Hanzo’s collarbone. “Lead the way, Captain.”

Hanzo rolled his eyes in jest, but held out his arm so Kuai could link with his. Kuai gladly accepted, letting Hanzo guide both of them. The night was young, and as long as Kuai Liang had a good time, Hanzo was happy to indulge him until he decided it was over.

[bimbo-writer]

🍬Trick or Treat 🍬

Leona kingscholar x afab! reader

Contains: pirate leona, semi public, sir kink, hair pulling, degradation, praise, breeding, edging.

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Halloween, a day everybody loves. Candy, costumes, laughter who wouldn't love this day full of fun in a single night? You personally loved the holiday since it meant you had a week full of decorating the school for the ghost. It also was because this year you got to see your lazy boyfriend is a Halloween costume.

Normally the two of you would just go buy candy but this year was really special since it was your first in twisted wonderland. You decided to get a matching costume and dress as a pirate like him. It was a surprise for later but he found out and told you to at least dress as a sexy pirate.

You took his words to heart getting Vil to help you modify your costume so it shows off more of your chest. Overall it went from a normal pirate costume to a slutty pirate, you tried it on two days before Halloween and it fit perfectly hugging every curve right. The long pants now snug booty shorts while the classy top was a ruffled top with a deep v-neck cut.

In all honesty you where shocked by just how good you could look in a costume. You stached the costume away until it was the day of Halloween to surprise leona.

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The day of Halloween finally arrived and you where more than excited to show off the outfit for leona once he got his break. Getting ready and doing one final check in the mirror you decided to change your panties for a thong that would show on the sides of your shorts. Just to add a little more flair.

As soon as it hit 3:30 you left heading for the Colosseum in hopes to catch him while he's still awake. On the way several people where staring you down and some even asking for a picture with you. You didn't mind the attention but it wasn't all good as some of the men tried to get hands with you but thankfully there where others around to help.

After the wall you where finally at the Colosseum and found leona giving his final stamps to a group of teenage girls. They all seemed so pretty and tall, "hey mr. pirate you doing anything after this" one of the girls asked obviously flirting with him. He didn't seem interested but she wouldn't give up, "if you're free I'd be happy to see you again" she said batting her eyelashes.

This pissed you off to some degree but instead of causing a scene you decided to play it cool. Walking over to them calmly leona seemed intrested in your choice of clothing while the girls seemed impressed. "Sorry to interrupt this conversation but I need to borrow my boyfriend so he take a break" your words leaving them shocked.

Leona smirked as you took his hand leaving while the girls stood with their mouths wide open. "Was that an act of jealousy herbivore" he asked already knowing the answer, "it most certainly was not" you huffed dragging him to the cafeteria.

"I didn't know I had such a sexy girlfriend" he mused as a small blush spread across your face. "Thank you but right now where getting you food" you said holding his hand in yours. "What why? I'm not exactly hungry for food but rather-" he stopped pulling you close to grad a handful of your ass, a yelp leaving your lips "you" his voice low and stern.

"Baby are you serious right now" you asked looking up to see his smug smirk squeezing your ass harder. "Fine but where" you asked not wanting to draw attention too much, "how about..." he paused thinking for a second "here in front of all these people" he said. The color drained from your face at his words, he couldn't be serious could he!?

"Let's go back to the ship theres a little spot in the captain's place, and I am the captain" he mused hand fondling your ass waiting for an answer. "Fine..." you hated to admit in kinda turned you on at the idea of being caught. You walked about to the shop to see Jack bow in charge of the stamp station, "huh leona I thought you where going on break" he asked then spotted you next to him.

"We decided to just relax here together" you said trying to get him to stop asking questions. The heat between your legs grew hotter the longer you waited, "ok but don't be on break longer than 30 minutes" he said. You nodded walking onto the ship to the captain's place, as soon as the door was closed and locked leona pushed you over the desk.

"God I can't wait another second I need you" his voice low and sterin, wasting no time pulling your shorts off grinding his cloth erection against your cunt. Small whimpers escape your lips as he grinded harder, "fuck I need you" his voice shaky as he pulled your panties down exposing your cunt to the cool air. Sticking two fingers in without warning working your pussy, "your this wet just from some dirty talk? You really are a whore".

"Oh be quiet and fuck me" you spat needing so desperately to be touched, "where are you manners you need to beg for it nicely" he mused pulling his fingers out the empty feeling making you whimper. "Fine, please fuck me sir" you said not caring how embarrassed you where, you needed his touch.

"Good whore" he smirked pulling his cock out and pumping it a few times before lining the tip with your entrance coating it with your juices. Small whimpers fell from your lips before he thrusted deep inside you in one motion, the force pushing you harder against the desk. "Oh fuck-" you scream before a hand comes over your mouth muffling your moans.

"Good little whores don't scream" he spat thrusting harder as your whimpering continued. His thrust where hard and deep with the tip of his cock kissing your womb begging to be let in. "Holy fuck- your squeezing my cock so good, of fuck that's it baby" he praised you while your sanity was slowly fading from the way his balls slapped against your cunt.

"Mhh" your voice barely auditable as Leonas hand covered your mouth preventing you from letting everyone know what you where doing. "Be a good little bitch and take it" his words adding to the pleasure as you where nearing your high. The feeling of cumming on his cock was nearing as his thrust fastened and grunts grew louder.

"L'ona- I'm gonn-" your voice spilling out as his hand lost it's grip on your mouth, "what you're gonna cum already we can't have that" he smirked before stopping completely ripping the euphoric feeling from you. "Bu-but" your pleas falling on death ears as he stayed completely still, "if you wanna cum you're gonna beg like a good bitch" he spat.

"Please" voice shrill as tears started to form in the corners of your eyes, "please what you know how to beg". "Please fuck me sir. I need you to fuck me" you pleaed tears streaming down your face, "good whore" was all he said before he was balls deep inside your cunt, screams of pleasure falling from your lips.

The euphoric feeling coming back quick as his thrust where animalistic and sloppy, "gonna breed you like the good whore you are". Moans falling out like your tears as leona continued his attack on your cunt, now puffy from the abuse. "L'ona I'm gonna cum-" your screams definitely where heard by somebody but you didn't care all you cared about was leona stuffing your cunt.

"Fucking hell your squeezing the shit out of me, wanna be breed like a bitch in heat?" Words vile as his thrust became impossibly harder, "Yes Yes please breed me like a good bitch in heat" screams of pleasure filling the room. His hands snaked there way into your hair pulling it making your back arch, the feeling making it hard not to cum.

"Leona I'm gonna cum, please let me cum, and breed me like a bitch" you screamed as he buried his cock deep in your womb painting your insides white. The feeling of his cumming inside you causing you to spasm on his cock coating it with your juices. Strings of "oh fucks" falling from your lips as leona groaned finishing cumming, "holy shit that was hot" he said breathless.

The two of you didn't move for a minute catching your breath coming down from your high. "Hold on baby I'm gonna pull out" he said slowly pulling out as you whimpered still sensitive from just cumming. A small trail of Leona's cum leaking from your cunt, "fuck that's hot" he whispered pulling some tissues out his pocket.

"Babe I'm gonna wipe the cum up just hold still" his voice sounding far as your head was still fuzzy. He cleaned you up and helped you get dressed before walking out of the ship to get you food and water.

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Once off the ship you where met with a flustered Jack, "um Leona do you think next time you can take your um private business to the bedroom" he muttered. Your face turned bright red at his words while leona couldn't care less and simply said sure and left with you hitting his arm.

[hannahssimblr]

Chapter Seven

I adjust the cat ears on my head for the fourth time, despite only being there for ten minutes. They’re a bit slap-dash, the construction isn’t great, because I made them by following a YouTube tutorial on my laptop the night before the party with bleary eyes and a bit of a tension headache. Izzy let me borrow her glue gun so that I could attach triangles of white foam to black and curl the ears around an old plastic hair band I had that I had lying under my bed, but I’ve been finding myself pulling glue strings off it constantly.

“You look nice.” She assures me now, dressed as a pirate. “Very cute.”

I feel too cute for Halloween. Everyone else is dressed either scary or funny, while all I’ve done is paint whiskers on my face, the result being that I’m neither, I’m just lazy. The tight pleather skirt and corset that I never gave back to Marnie after I borrowed it two years ago makes me feel naked and self conscious, too uncovered, too done up, like a little girl play-acting like an adult. Nobody else is even wearing high heels, not even Claire, who’s in a witch costume from Dealz, and I feel ridiculous in mine. It’s only Shane’s house anyway, Shane’s friends, who I don’t know, and are certainly not bothered about the fact that I can balance in five inch heeled boots that come all the way up to my thighs and have me paranoid that my mother will somehow appear and ask me to change. 

Shane is dressed as Darth Vader, helmet under his arm, because when he’s wearing it he’s not able to eat or drink anything. Someone already got a video of themselves trying to shove Doritos through the tiny mouth slits to no avail, and now there’s crumbs all over the floor that nobody will take responsibility for. Every time he walks into a room, be it the kitchen or the living room, somebody chants “Shane-oooooo” and then all the boys make these weird animalistic sounds with the grace and decorum of gorillas at the zoo. He just grins like he’s used to it. 

“Eviiiiiieeee.” He musses up my hair as he saunters by, as if to subtly remind me that while I might have made an attempt to be sexy tonight, I’m still perpetually twelve in his eyes. He’s also been drinking, and Shane, on account of the rules of the football team, is not allowed to drink. We’ve all been warned that if his coach finds out he’ll be in trouble, hence why nobody is allowed to take a picture of him with a beer in his hand. I’ve seen the scene play out about three times already. The flash of a digital camera and then him, waving his hand around. “Nah, man, delete, delete.”

I think it’s been three years since I’ve seen him this way, and while he’s the merry kind of drunk, I can’t help but wonder if all of this has anything to do with the argument I accidentally overheard between him and Claire earlier this evening. I haven’t asked her about it, as she will deny it, but as I watch her from across the room, her body seems wound tight, tension emanating from her like an aura. Even as she’s laughing with the guy in a cow costume, I can tell her heart isn’t in it. I know her fake laugh from her real one, when she really wants to be somewhere and when she’d rather be at home snuggled in blankets and watching Say Yes to the Dress. 

I wander into the kitchen and take a moderately warm beer out of a box. The fridge is full up with lunchboxes of chicken and rice meals and eight litres of milk, a carton for each of the four guys who lives here and refuses to split one with anybody else. I go into the living room but vacate soon after I come in, as some lad with a big square UCD head has cleared the room by trying to show everyone how he can rap the song from the end credits of Men in Black without looking up the words.

Michelle and Simon are just arriving, and are unloading a shopping bag full of mixers onto the cluttered counter when I return. They wave me over when I wander in. “Are you drinking Galahad?” Simon says in a voice caught between outrage and disgust. I stare down at my hand. I suppose I am. 

“It’s all that was going for free.” I admit. “I didn’t bring any of my own drink.” I’m too cheap. And trying not to drink, clearly unsuccessfully.

“You like that shit?”

“Um.” I crack it open for an experimental sip. “Not really, no. It’s not the best.” 

“Oh, have some of ours then” Michelle says brightly. She lightly grabs my forearm and pulls me closer to them, out of the path of another man in another obstructing helmet who cannot see where he is going. I realise, as she’s rummaging in her giant handbag that there’s actually something quite disarming and pleasant about her. I never thought she seemed particularly friendly before, there’s something tough and no-nonsense about her, but now for the very first time she seems rather sweet. 

She yanks out a bottle of El Jimador Tequila and my palms prickle at the sight of it. I didn’t really intend on diving right into spirits tonight, but something about the way that droplets of condensation are clinging to the outside of the cold glass bottle while the can of Galahad warms even further in my hand makes my mouth feel twice as dry. 

“You alright with tequila?” She asks, reaching around for a few plastic cups stacked on the counter. 

I shrug. “I’ve no issue with tequila.”

“Grand.” Michelle unscrews it and starts pouring glugs into a cup. “I know someone who vomits at just the smell of it, which is why I asked.”

“Great image to have while you’re serving it up to me.” I comment, and she laughs. “Sorry, yeah, I just can’t really think about tequila without thinking about that.” I help her by reaching for a nearby bottle of orange juice. It’s what Marnie and I would always mix it with when there was nothing more sophisticated to be found. As I pour it into the cup, Simon gets distracted by someone nearby and strikes up his own conversation, and I take advantage of my moment alone with Michelle. 

“Hey, sorry if it’s awkward, but I was talking to Jude the other day…”

She nods, still looking at the cup. 

“…and he was wondering if he could have your new number. He said you’ve changed phones or something? He didn’t say why or anything, I just told him I’d get it for you.”

Her eyes flit to mine. “Oh yeah, no worries. You have your phone handy?”

“Uh, yep.” I wrestle it out of the tight waistband of my skirt, embarrassed by the imprint on my skin on the screen. She taps in her details, then I offer his number to her, and transfer the details from one phone to the other. The middle man, just here to facilitate whatever weirdness this is without any insight into why. 

“He didn’t say anything to you about Jen, did he?” She asks, a tinge of vulnerability behind her words, and I blink. “Um, no, he didn’t. Not really.”

“Alright cool.”

“Should he have?”

“Ah, no, it’s nothing, like, I was just wondering. She hasn’t replied to my messages in a few days. I thought maybe he might have heard from her.”

“Isn’t she coming tonight?”

“I doubt it. She was invited, but she didn’t respond to the invitation, as far as I know.”

“Oh. Well, Jude didn’t mention that he heard from her, but I have a feeling he hasn’t. I didn’t think they were talking at all.”

“Yeah, well, they’re not not talking. She’s just a bit off the grid at the moment. He said something to Pamela once that pissed her off, but honestly, I can’t really keep up with everything that’s been said or not said…” She fiddles with the torn collar of her zombie school girl costume. “I just hoped that since she’s not replying to me she might have replied to him.”

“Well you can ask him yourself now.” I say with a smile that I hope says please don’t involve me, which prompts her to smile back. A wide, even smile that calls to mind a photo I saw in the depths of her facebook profile before where she was wearing braces. I wonder if Jude’s dad was her orthodontist. They’ve made her look very pretty, but even with crooked teeth I think she’d still be. As if somebody like Jude Turner would have ever settled for anything less than the prettiest girl at his school. As if he’d ever have to. 

She looks down at her phone, staring at his number in her contacts. “Yeah I’ll text him tomorrow, or he’ll text me, I suppose. Whichever. It’s honestly a bit weird to see his number in my phone again, but…” her eyes flick to mine. “What’s the story with you two anyway? Jen said you liked each other, or you’re together or something?”

I bark out a laugh, surprised. “No, well, I fancied him once, and he didn’t like me back. That’s all, nothing really happened.” 

She frowns. “Oh right? Because I-”

“Well, okay, that’s a lie. We kissed once.” I blurt out. “Twice, actually, but it was like, I heard he kisses all of his female friends so it’s a bit classic, you know? I know it didn’t mean anything.” I bury my nose into my cup and take anxious sips from it. I probably shouldn’t have said that. She probably doesn’t need to know it, but her face softens into a smile. “Right. I know how he is. He can get a bit swept away.”

“Right, because you were together… how long?” I say, even though I already know the answer. I’ll have to do this dance, regardless of how stupid and awkward it makes me feel so that I won’t have to admit that I scoured her Facebook page with the kind of intensiveness that could only be rivalled by a full time private investigator. 

“Eleven months. We broke up when he got into that Berlin school, he just didn’t want to do long distance with me, so,” She shrugs, pouring herself a drink. “It didn’t feel great but I got it. I get it. You either have the personality for it or you don’t. Maybe I could have done it, but he couldn’t.” She exhales a laugh. “He definitely couldn’t. He needs too much contact with people. I think he’s a bit ‘out of sight, out of mind’.”

“Still, mustn’t have been easy.”

“No. I liked him a lot. It just felt really hard to understand why we broke up at the time, like there was nothing wrong with our relationship and it felt like he was just chucking it out and that pissed me off for ages.”

“I get it, like if he was your first-”

“Oh, no.” She interrupts. “We weren’t each other’s first anything. He was just my friend who became my boyfriend and then all we ended up doing was making things weird for Jen when we split up. The whole thing was a stupid idea, honestly. I was just young and I was…” She trails off in search of the right word. “Enticed by him.”

“He’s enticing.” I agree, and she nods.  “He is. He’s always had that specific american brand of charisma, we all used to make fun of his accent and stuff when we were younger, I mean, to the point that he tried to disguise it, but actually it was one of the things that made him interesting. You know?”

“I do.”

“And if it means anything to you at this point, I mean, I don’t know how much you even care, Jen told me that he fancied you once.”

“Hm?”

“Ages ago.” She waves her hand dismissively. “Like, years probably. I forced it out of her when we were hanging out, I dunno why, like, I suppose I was feeling self destructive or something, I asked her if she knew about any other girls and she’s so bad at keeping things in, I knew she’d eventually just tell me, and she said that he liked this girl he met on the beach.”

“Oh.” I say with deliberate neutrality, “Well, it was so long ago, I suppose it hardly matters now.”

“Bit late, yeah?” She says with a laugh. “But I think it’s nice to know those kinds of things. It’s good for the ego. I was mad jealous, by the way.”

“You were?”

“Yes of course! I looked up your Facebook page and everything.”

“Oh God” I shield my face. “The state of my Facebook page back then. I bet that made you feel better about yourself.”

“No! I was raging, you were so pretty.” I roll my eyes but she insists. “There was this one picture I remember fuming over, where you were standing by the edge of a swimming pool, and I just thought ‘for God sake, her legs.’”

I stare down at my legs now, poking out of the bottom of this pleather skirt, and they look perfectly average to me. Paler than average, maybe, but that’s about the extent of their uniqueness. “My legs?”

“Yeah obviously. They’re perfect. I almost cried looking at you, like, knowing that he’d never want me again when he’d already wanted someone like you. Then we ran into you that time at that horrible cocktail bar and I had to pretend not to recognise you, I was so scared that you’d somehow figure out what I’d been doing.”

“God, Michelle, that’s so crazy. I did the same thing as you. When I found out who you were I stalked your Facebook for hours.”

“You didn’t!”

“I swear to God.”

“What did you think?”

I tell her, and we laugh about how silly we were, and how much cleverer we are now, and all the things that used to fill our heads and ruin our days, and it’s the most strangely healing thing to know that I wasn’t the only crazy girl, and even she, the sharp, intimidating person I pictured, was unravelling on the inside just like me. 

When I finish my drink she pours me another, and I find myself warming to her utterly. She’s funny, she’s honest, she’s charming, which only makes me feel worse about the horrible, envious thoughts I had about her years ago. Eventually Simon rejoins our conversation, so we pivot to other things, like art and film. The party swirls around us and the music gets louder, and eventually, by the time Macklemore’s Thrift Shop is on its fourth rotation and my cup has been filled and emptied twice more I excuse myself and head out to the front steps for some fresh air.

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[scarfacemarston]

Halloween with the Van Der Linde’s - Part Deux

This is part 2 of a Halloween post I did a while back. There are some lame memes of mine that reference part 1 but it’s of course not a necessity to read the first part. If you want to read it - here it is. Arthur - a pilot from Top Gun - he always thought it would be cool to fly and he loved the movie growing up. He thought about becoming a pilot himself as he loved freedom. However, he hated the idea of joining the air force and he didn’t want to be a commercial pilot.

Dutch and Molly - Molly *really* wants to do Bonnie and Clyde. Badly. So badly. Dutch thinks the idea is too basic. He thought about doing Elvis briefly. Finally, Dutch decided on King Henry VIII and Molly as a princess. Henry VIII was known for his romantic notions of courtly gentlemanly love and all things grand.......but is more famous for how his wives ended up and his politics. (No, that’s not commentary on Dutch but I suppose you could make an argument for some minor similarities). Molly’s dress is indeed based on the deleted Ball Gown dress.

Hosea- David Bowie 100%. He loved David Bowie for decades and since people have said he resembled David, he thought, why not?

John - Like every year, he didn’t want to dress up. He finally “forced himself” to choose a Yellowstone employee shirt....which then caused the family to goad him into adding pizass to his costume...which was a jacket and some spurs.

Abigail -Lara Croft, She watched the kids in one of her foster homes played Tomb Raider and she loved it. She always wanted to be like Lara. The only thing she changed was the shorts into longer pants.

”’My legs get cold, Gosh dang it!”

Sadie - She saw Pearson and Charles dress up like pirates last year and knew she could do a better job. You bet she’d be the most bad ass pirate queen you’ve ever seen....her epilogue outfit even looks like a pirate’s outfit. 

Charles - A Jedi and he’s comfortable as hell. He was a comfy pirate last year and intends to be comfty again. He almost convinces Arthur to join him, especially since “Jedi fly ships”. Star Wars gave Charles a lot of comfort growing up and he stills enjoys it through the ups an downs. Then Uncle appears....

Uncle -  is a Jedi, too doing bad Obi-Wan Kenobi impressions.......just to follow Charles around and annoy him.

 Sean, Lenny and Javier - the three Spider-Men so they can do the Spider-Men pointing meme....just with three Spider-men! Lenny’s back up was Marty McFly, Sean’s back up was Elton John and Javier’s back up was Legolas. Yes, I FIRMLY believe Javier is a “nerd” in the best of ways. 

Jack - wanted to be involved, but remembered he was spiderman last year and the year before that so now he’s decided he’s Batman. He was not allowed to watch the Robert Pattinson film, but he’s watched the Kevin Conroy original Batman the Animated Series and loved it.

Kieran - One of the classic Riddler styles, baby! He loves that Jack is Batman - the same version he grew up with. He tells lame riddles all night which annoys some of the gang members, but Jack has a ton of fun trying to figure them out.

Josiah Trelawny - lost a bet and did not get to pick his outfit. He was horrified until…….it was the ladies who picked it out. They picked out Dr. Stephen Strange.

Tilly, Karen and Mary-Beth - Charlie’s Angels. Mary-Beth wanted it last year and they didn’t do it so she INISTED this year. Note: I l literally do NOT know ANYTHING about Charlie’s Angels except that Farrah Fawcett was extremely famous because of it. If you know how to match characters to their personalities, go ahead!

Susan Grimshaw - Queen of Hearts from Alice in Wonderland. It’s a fun costume with so many different interpretations so she gets to pick what pieces she wants.

Micah - the Joker Heath Ledger version because he likes doing the impressions. He is monitored around Jack. (Oops, didn’t know I had 3 batman characters on here. Sorry, but I think it works!)

Mr. Pearson - Bob’s Burger and people actually like it! 

Reverend Swanson - Gandalf. He has a rivalry with the “Star Wars nerds”, but it’s all in good fun.

Leopold Strauss - doesn’t dress up. He thinks it’s a waste of time. Some of the less festive gang members agree with him. However, he does hand out items like pencils which....is useful at least?

Bill - Freddy Kruger - but does not wear the mask around Jack and his sister. He wants to be able to choose when he’s scary and when he’s not...besides, the Marstons and co would kick his ass. (Jack would probably think it’s cool, though.) (Doing a collage image because watch someone report me for posting a horror costume lol I know people who have been reported for less.)

Rufus -  Jack and Abigail decide Rufus will use his good boyness for good and make up for John’s lack of celebration.

Amelia Marston - My name for Abigail and John’s daughter. Abigail and John want to raise a strong little lady so who better than a feminist icon like Rosie the Riveter? (To those who don’t know, Rosie the Riveter was a World War II propaganda figure who encouraged all women to work outside of the home for the war effort - usually in factories.

[razorblade180]

Shiva/Snowflake ramblings

It’s been like 6 months since snowflakes finished. Talked a little bit about certain things but now I’ll blurt out more and probably end up repeating myself a little.

I made a post theorizing the origin of dust a long time ago as well as spoke about the topic briefly in a V6 review post. Nobody seemed to notice that luckily because it had the answer to what Diamond Dust was. I lived in fear for many years….

In the OC Test where everyone wore Halloween costumes, I had Summer dressed as Frisk with a knife because there was soul shenanigans happening with Dust.

In all my posts about Shiva, I never gave her a separate hashtag. They’re all under Summer’s name because all her actions and feelings were Summer’s.

I made a list of all my characters about they would survive Summer’s situation with Diamond Dust. I never eliminated before but their results were based off of how authentic they are to themselves as well as their self love/respect.

This was something I did for myself but I took every opportunity in questions for Shiva among other prompts to write her making ice daggers because I knew I was gonna write Nick getting stabbed with one.

In the first chapter I had Nick hug Shiva with his heated and use a fire glyph under their feet. The final battle outside ends with a bigger version of that and Vee.

The Wolf faunus they fought is obviously inspired by the big bad wolf, but her aesthetic and hair is just me having Roxanne Wolf brain rot after playing fnaf.

I spent a lot of time thinking of ways to get Veronica free falling so causally before her depressing monologue. My favorite one is in that same chapter where she jumps off the balcony to catch Val; because she gets to see what that looks like from an outsiders perspective. It’s also the only time Vee can’t bail, and actually hits the floor.

Originally I was gonna have Summer and Nick finally do their combo summoning to beat Shiva but I thought the discredited Summer’s ability to best Shiva.

Shiva was gonna make a ice “hell hound” of Dolt, their former dog, in the final fight. The chapter was already incredibly long though and my hands were cramping. It also meant dropping all pretense of what Shiva was because she wasn’t actually around when they had the dog.

If i were to make a sequel I’d know what it’d be about and kinda planted seeds with harsh weather and revitalized Dust being linked. It could be real problem if other people found Dust that are similar to Diamond Dust

Originally this story wasn’t this complex. It was a simple case of “you’re simply at odds with yourself” but everyone guessed that in an hour and I took that personally. 💀 which ballooned into me fleshing out the dust theory and adding a fragmented soul to it.

During the tournament fight Summer had with her channeling Shiva, I kept having her reach for her hip in confusion. The soul of who would’ve been known as Shiva was a pirate and her gun was on that side. I wanted to play with the idea of muscle memory or old habits in the same way I did with Oscar and Oz

Not really a fact but I’m happy that I found ways to slip in Penny making that bomb multiple times. As well as Nick getting in between Summer and a threat before the fatal moment.

Ruth was a one off character before I decided to not be a monster and expand upon Ruby wanting a family.

Summer’s white guitar with a black paw print in honor of Dolt was me being a little cheeky because by then I had decided her therapy puppy in the end, Dunce, was a Dalmatian.

Originally I wanted some of Val’s eternal struggle to come from the idea she might be Trans. I didn’t fucking trust myself to write that well enough so I scrapped it. I tried for like a year or two but I didn’t think it was any good,

[glitch-pep]

Under the cut is a post talking about the designs I made for this Halloween post right here.

Alright I'll explain the thought process behind these, in order in which I designed them in.

1.) Charlie

For Charlie I was torn between two ideas, cowboy or pirate. Due to my bias for cowboys I was leaning more towards that but eventually a certain someone, you know who you are, I ain't gonna tag you >:D reconvinced me to go for the pirate idea due to the thief part and then I realized that an eye patch would cover her right eye so I was sold. Designing her costume was pretty easy to be honest, I just kept adding stuff to make her look cool. Also, I had to make a Hawkshaw reference, I couldn't possibly resist once I thought of it. I'll probably draw her as a cowboy eventually though. Also, I let her have sharp teeth in the final drawing, as a treat.

2.) Cursed Treasure

Due to the lyrics I came up with I needed to give Charlie some sorta cursed treasure, so I thought a cursed golden Barnaboo statue would look cute and do the trick. The eyes and bow are meant to be gemstones and I made the face looks off so that the cursed part is a bit obvious.

3.) Milo

I actually sketched Charlie's and Milo's designs and finished them in the same day. Milo's was a quick one, I knew immediately that he had to be a vampire cuz he would definitely be something that's somewhat elegant. The hair looked a bit weird to me so I put the sunglasses there to cover it up a bit, and honestly he's pulling it all off better than what I expected. Also his teeth are perfectly goofy enough as to where I can't take him 100% seriously, which is how it should be.

4.) Parasol

The parasol was an afterthought after I had already finished Milo's design. It's inspired by the parasols that Draculaura and Poppy Pointer have. Although I screwed it up by making the handle black instead of white in the final drawing, I was going to fix it but when I started doing that I realized that there's already a lot of white in his design so I kept the black handle.

5.) Mina

For Mina I had to go for the obvious option, a witch, mostly due to lore reasons. It's canon that Mina insists on being a witch every year for Halloween because she told the culdesac kids that "Witches show their true form on Halloween." and she has to keep up that story, although her mom doesn't want her to have the same outfit each year, so she makes a different witch outfit each time. It's a pretty regular outfit with a witch hat slapped on top, but for Mina it perfectly does the trick.

6.) Molly and Mr. T. Bear

It was all fun and games until I started to design Molly's costume. The first idea I had for Molly was for her to be the Tooth fairy. Perfect idea, right? It's somewhat sleep related, Mr. T. Bear can be a tooth and it'll look cute. That's what I told myself. After 3 days of furiously looking through the web trying to find some sorta inspiration or color pallete I actually like, I gave up on the idea. I hated all of the concepts I made to the point where I got tired of the idea. Thing is... I didn't know what other costume to give her. The only ideas I could come up with were: a bed bug, sleeping beauty and Molly and Mr. T. Bear as each other. I didn't like any of those enough, so, in a moment of desperation I asked my friend for help. She told me that she noticed a pattern between the costumes I picked, that all of them were some sorta villans. Vampire, pirate, witch... she was right... I didn't do that on purpose. If she hadn't told me I would've never noticed it... Anyways, she basically suggested that Molly could maybe be a wolf. I was like oh she could be a werewolf because of the full moon and she's a moon you get the gist. And then, later on, when I was looking through the web I came across a drawing of the wolf from Little Red Riding Hood dressed as the grandma. That's when it clicked in my head. Molly as the wolf and Mr. T. Bear as Little Red Riding Hood. I was sold and I ended up liking the designs and finishing them on first try. The friend mentioned here wanted to get credited this way, since she doesn't have any socials.

And that's about it! As much as I dreaded the process because it took me ages, I do think the effort paid off. I'll definitely draw these again! :>

[viviannesmonster]

UNDERTALE BOYFRIEND/GIRLFRIEND SCENARIOS

Halloween!

-TORIEL

Halloween with Toriel is a little boring to be honest.

She only hands out candy and watches kids movies with Frisk.

Her costume doesn't even match yours. She's a witch because it's the least scary thing she can think of. (She'll also get mad if you scare Frisk with your costume)

But this part is a little understandable because the only decor she has outside her house is spiderwebs and gravestones.

However, if this is what you're looking for, then Toriel is for you.

"So, (Y/n)! How do I look?"

-SANS

Halloween with Sans is always so much fun.

You two watch scary movies and later he hosts a Halloween party and all your friends are invited.

There's all sorts of Halloween themed games and desserts (thank you Muffet).

Costumes with Sans are always dirty. Something kids would think is innocent but not adults.

Such as the charger block and socket.

Or one time, Sans dressed up as a hotdog and made you dress up as a donut.

You two have fun with it though because this sort of shit is your style.

Or, if you two feel especially lasy, you'll just wear sweats and t-ahirts that say "Error 404, costume not found" and instead of throwing a party, if you two feel lazy, you'll just go around to Haunted attractions and stuff.

However sometimes you go trick or treating with Frisk and Toriel, and if he sees any bones, skulls, or whole ass skeletons as decor, he's going to be disturbed.

"hey, you humans sure do hate skeletons huh?"

-PAPYRUS

Papyrus HATES scary movies. So don't expect him to watch any on Halloween.

The only Halloween movie he'll watch is The Nightmare Before Christmas. (He loves Jack Skellington [Sans will watch it too])

Papyrus loves to pass out candy to little kids and go trick or treating with Toriel and Frisk.

He, like Sans, also gets disturbed when he sees skeletons laying around. Including Jack Skellington.

Papyrus is also extremely torn between three costumes.

A vampire, a pumpkin, and Jack Skellington.

He loves to wear capes and being a vampire is just an excuse to wear a cape, look cool and attractive, and sharpen his teeth.

He thinks he looks really good in orange and that's why he wants to be a Papyrus shaped pumpkin.

And then Jack Skellington is self explanatory.

So he switches between the three costumes every year. And you're happy to dress up with whatever he chooses.

"(Y/N) LOOK! JACK'S SUIT HAS A TAIL THINGY!"

-UNDYNE

Since Undyne is a piranha, she thought it was only right that she was a pirate.

You two absolutely DECK the house in booby traps to scare little kids.

(Toriel and Frisk don't visit during Halloween)

You both think it's funny scaring the shit out of kids.

Once "passing out candy" is over, you two watch scary movies.

But if there aren't any new ones to watch, you two will go Haunted houses or Sans's party instead.

"OH! GOOD IDEA (Y/N)! WHEN THE KID WALKS ONTO OUR LAWN, THE FAKE SPIDER WILL FALL FROM THE TREE AND SCARE THE CRAP OUT OF THEM!"

-ALPHYS

Alphys doesn't really want to participate in Halloween.

She likes to cuddle up to you when you two watch something scary.

But she's anti-social and doesn't want to pass out candy to kids or go to Haunted Houses.

The only thing she will do that involves going outside is go to Sans's party because she knows everyone there.

And the two of you dress up like mummies. Because that's the only Alphys can really agree to dressing up to.

"O-Oh! (Y-Y/n)! Friday the 13th is on! You wanna w-watch it with me?"

-METTATON

Mettaton knows he's sexy.

And what kind costume is sexy enough for Mettaton?

A vampire.

Ever since Mettaton came to the surface, he knew that vampires had a high sex appeal, and that's what he dresses up as every Halloween (he takes very good care of his costume btw).

He knows you like seeing him look so elegant too.

Mettaton wears that costume all day until he needs to recharge his battery.

You two spend the day watching monster romance movies because it's Halloween-y and he thinks they're cute.

You two don't pass out candy or go to haunted houses either, but you two do go to Sans's party.

Fashionably late of course.

To match Mettaton's sex appeal. You also to decide to dress up in something slutty. Either it be the devil, another vampire, or even a cat.

"(Y/N) DARLING, YOU LOOK ABSOLUTELY STUNNING! GLORIOUS! RAVENOUS EVEN."

-ASGORE

Asgore, despite being able to be a fearsome king, is quite scared of Halloween.

He doesn't like getting scared and he gets scared quite easily.

More easily then he would like to admit.

So when Halloween comes around, you two just stay inside and watch comedy movies instead.

He knows you like Halloween and apologizes for getting too scared.

However, you both still dress up. Your couples costume is a demon inspired one.

"Hey. I'm sorry we can't do anything Halloween-y except for dressing up..."

-GRILLBY

Grillby doesn't care for Halloween.

He doesn't get it and he doesn't see the point.

He lets you do Halloween activities by yourself while he takes care of Grillby's

"...have fun at the party."

-MUFFET

Muffet loves Halloween. She loves every holiday, but Halloween is her favorite.

Not only does she get to make holiday themes desserts, but this is the one time of the year where monsters have feel like they belong on the surface.

She doesn't dress up, but she definitely celebrates Halloween.

"Oh dearie! Look at these cute Pumpkin Donuts I made!"

-GASTER

Gaster, like Papyrus, also really likes the Nightmare Before Christmas.

But he also likes old horror movies. Like Dracula, Frankenstein, The Invisible Man, and The Wolf Man.

Black and white movies like that.

Gaster actually was the invisible man one year for Halloween, he created an elemental formula that allowed his bones to turn invisible.

You can bet he had funny teasing you that way.

However, he did figure out a way to make himself visible again.

Like Papyrus, Gaster switches between costumes.

Gaster will either be Dracula, Jack Skellington (when Papyrus isn't dressed up as him), The Invisible Man, or Victor Frankenstein.

You two visit everyone at the party, but don't stay for long.

Once you two get home, you'll pass out candy and watch old horror movies.

"☟︎♏︎ 🙵♏︎◻︎⧫︎ ♒︎♓︎⬧︎ ◻︎❒︎□︎❍︎♓︎⬧︎♏︎! ☟︎♏︎ ♎︎♓︎♎︎ 🙵♓︎●︎●︎ ♒︎♓︎❍︎ ♋︎⧫︎ ⧫︎♏︎■︎ □︎🕯︎♍︎●︎□︎♍︎🙵!"

(Translation: He kept his promise! He did kill him at ten o'clock!)

[Hope you enjoyed. Stay tuned for more and have a good day]

[a-had-matter]

Hello! And happy, Silly Sunday! (Which is something I just came up with because I'm bored,lol)

Today, your OCs/favorite characters will be doing something chaotic/silly!

Today, your OCs/favorite characters have decided to go and have a fun day at the fair. Except there's a twist! Not only have they decided to go to the fair, but they've also decided to go dressed up as their favorite characters from their favorite books/movies!

The rest is up to you!

Good luck!

And have fun!

Sorry I took so long @firesmokeandashes I was trying to write the answer, and it's been a while since I have. Here it is:

The Annual Fall Festival was a sight to behold. People from any and everywhere came to it. It was something you couldn’t miss. You smelled the pies from the Apple family bakery no matter how far you traveled the cobblestone path. And that mixed with the natural scent of warm spices in the air was heavenly.

The festival was held in a town-like setting, and only those with an invitation came. But all who’d cause no interruption to the peaceful place was welcome, and no one but the owner could enter with the invitation, so there was that.

The fairy-like fairy lights that filled the sky like stars gave the place even more of an ethereal feel. It isn’t really something you can explain to someone, you have to be there.

And Ruby and Robbie were there, along with Guppy, dressed in costumes. Ruby was Jack Sparrow, since “no one does it better than a pirate.” (If you don’t know, you don’t want to.) Guppy was dressed as Tinkerbell, since as we all know, the real one’s a badass. And Robbie went as a Lunar, since he was, his words, supernaturally gorgeous.

“That is not w—”

“Rubes, don’t ruin this for me.”

Grumbling, Ruby shut her mouth.

Little Guppy was in awe; sure she’d traveled, but she’d never seen anything like this: All of the games you won earned you enchanted objects, magical trading all around (and not the kind with killing), bakery sweets that filled you up with every positive emotion, warm apple cider that kept you as warm as itself, the fest was incredible.

After a few games, Ruby had won Guppy a hedgehog plushie.

“Their name is Bacon.”

“Why Bacon?” Robbie asked, “And is it a girl, or a boy?”

“Their neutral Daddy. Well, unless they choose something else. And Bacon was the name they were born with. Bacon said so.” she told him as seriously as only a 5-year old could.

“How could you just assume they were a girl or a boy, Robbie? We’re at Fall Fest for gods sake.” Ruby teased him.

“I’m sorry, Bacon, for assuming your gender.” 

After a moment, she held the hedgehog close and replied, “You’ve been forgiven.”

Grinning, her father lifted her up and spun her around, then tickled the girl into a pile of giggles.

“Come on,” Ruby told them, “let’s go get some funnel cakes. I’ve heard they’re the best around.” 

Guppy and Ribbie were arguing over whether she would have half of his, or one of her own.

Ruby was talking to a baker, the quiet one, Aubrey. 

“Is that your kid?” she asked, nodding to Guppy.

“No, she’s my niece. I don’t have any.”

“Why not? I saw you talking to some kids and you’re really good with them.”

“I travel a lot, always in some sort of trouble or the other. I wouldn’t want my kid to be cooped up somewhere. I’d want them to be safe, but they’d be just like me. I don’t want them to be unhappy either.” The words just poured out of her. She had always liked kids, but it wouldn’t end well. It just wouldn’t.

“How do you know for sure?” Aubrey asked.

“What do you mean? Isn’t it obvious it wouldn’t work out?”

“But nothing’s set in stone. There is no sure way to know that something terrible would immediately happen to your child. I mean, something would happen eventually, but you could prepare. Both them and yourself.”

Ruby paused. She’d never thought of it that way.

“You know what?  I’ll think about it.” she told her. 

Then she chuckled. “It’s kinda funny how we just had that conversation, but I just now noticed I was in costume.”

The baker snickered, “Yes, it is. You look good though.”

“I know I do.”

The duo collapsed into cackles now. Anyone looking through the window would wonder what the hell was wrong with them, but they didn’t care. Not a bit.

[souein]

Light Up My Lantern

It was going to be Wei Wuxian's 18th birthday and his 18th Halloween at that, so there was no question that a party would be held at his place as usual. Lan Wangji was pretty content joining the parties in his normal clothes so far. After all, he wasn't there for the party part, he was there for Wei Ying, his best friend.

But this time Wei Ying insisted, “Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan! This time you absolutely must be in a costume! Do it for me, please?” he pouted in his cute way that Lan Zhan found hard to resist.

“Mn,” he promised, wondering if he'll be able to find a decent costume that he won't be embarrassed to wear. Even though everyone around would be in various bizarre costumes Lan Zhan couldn't help but feel conscious about it.

“Really?” Wei Ying beamed, and just for that smile it was already worth agreeing. “I can't wait to see what you'll come up with! By the way, I'll be a zombie!” his eyes were gleaming with excitement.

Lan Wangji already knew that, but Wei Ying was still excited to talk about his costumes at any time. He always said how lucky he got to have a valid reason to dress up on his birthday which Lan Zhan thought was ridiculous. Wei Ying could dress up even every day if he so wished. In all honesty, Lan Zhan felt lucky too, because he got to see Wei Ying in these costumes. No matter what side of a spectrum from beautiful to purposefully ugly the costumes leaned to, they still provided a unique sight that Lan Wangji carefully put in a treasured corner of his mind. It could be a pirate or a monster, a cowboy or a ghost, anything that Wei Ying thought of was truly special for Lan Zhan since their early childhood when they first met. Over the years they became best friends, shared many happy and sad moments together, and it was a second nature to support each other in every way and almost impossible to imagine getting any closer than they already were.

This year was special for both of them. Wei Ying anticipated this birthday not only because he would be of age but also in hopes to find his soulmate. For Lan Zhan it would also be the first Halloween after he turned eighteen and the first time he'd be trying the Halloween magic too. So they both were quite excited, if a bit anxious.

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Once a Year

Story originally published in the @ophalloweenzine! :D

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There were thousands of islands across the five seas, each with their own culture and customs. Yamato knew this for a fact; not because he had been there—after all, if he had ever left Wano, he had been too young to remember—but because Oden had described them in his journal.

Yamato wanted to see it all. He wanted to visit the island in the sky, the millennium old elephant, the island where lightning falls like rain. He wanted to enjoy the different sceneries, meet the people, play their games, experience their culture… But he was stuck here on Onigashima, heavy metal cuffs on his tiny wrists; still too weak to break the chains.

He wasn’t Oden, yet.

He wasn’t free.

But, there was a way. A way to become Oden, if only for a single night.

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Yamato grinned when he looked down on himself. The short, orange kimono wasn’t perfect—the crescent moons on his chest were a little crooked, the pirate who had sewn them on not accounting for the change in angle once worn—and the white and purple nio-dasuki he had wrapped around himself was too large for him, dwarfing Yamato’s form and making him look even more like a child.

But even so, Yamato was happy.

So incredibly happy.

He had been waiting for this moment for three years, ever since he had read about the custom of ‘Halloween’. According to Oden, it was a once-a-year celebration taking place on a certain autumn island. He had written some details about the meaning of the festivities too, but Yamato couldn’t say he understood much of it.

What he did understand, however, was the tradition of dressing up—costumes of fairies and ghosts, pirates and marines, characters from books and fantasies… anything you wanted.

And there was only one person like that for Yamato.

Running out of his room, Yamato threw his arms into the air, spreading them wide as he laughed. Just wearing this outfit, he felt so much lighter. He couldn’t wait to show his friends—the nice Beast Pirates who gave him food and helped him when he needed it. The ones who didn’t laugh or scorn him whenever he said he was Oden.

The ones he liked.

“Young Master, where are you going?!” someone cried in alarm.

Yamato paused, his happy smile not leaving his face even when his eyes fell on the panicked face of the approaching pirate. "I'm going to show everyone. I really am Oden now!" he announced proudly, gesturing to his kimono.

The pirate's eyes widened before his head whipped around, turning every which way as if looking for something. Finally, he sighed in relief and looked back at Yamato. "Young Master, please, don't say things like that or—"

"Or what?!" Yamato demanded, puffing up his chest. "I don't care what my father says! He can't stop me!" 

The pirate paused at his adamant refusal, chewing on his bottom lip as he searched Yamato’s eyes.

The boy only huffed, crossing his arms over his chest to show how serious he was; this matter was done and over with as far as he was concerned. Nothing this man said would change his mind so Yamato only returned his stare with his own defiant one, just daring him to disagree.

Silence hung over the hallway for a moment until the man's pleading gaze broke under Yamato's immovable determination.

"O-okay," he stuttered weakly, just as a loud crash came from the direction of Kaido's room, making the man nearly jump out of his skin.

Yamato paid it no mind, all too used to his father's drunken mood swings. Instead, he simply side-stepped the pirate, heading for the stairs to the upper floor. He wanted to show his costume to Ulti and Page One, the children that Kaido had taken in recently. They were bound to be excited!

And if his father saw him, so be it. The bull-gorilla could choke on his own fist for all he cared.

“Young Master! Wait!” the pirate called after him, blocking his path in a few quick steps.

Yamato frowned, giving the man his best annoyed look. “What now?”

“You have to cha—” He stopped himself mid-sentence, going quiet for a second as he stared at Yamato with a troubled expression but soon, he visibly deflated. Even his voice sounded defeated when he spoke up again, “I heard the children went to the beach.”

Yamato tilted his head to the side, staring at the man intently. He felt like he was being lied to… but he couldn’t know for sure. He supposed there was no harm in checking the beach first either way.

Giving the man in front of him one last, suspicious look, Yamato huffed before turning on his heel and running off towards the exit instead.

Honestly, even if the others weren’t at the beach, Yamato wouldn’t mind. He liked the place; he wasn’t able to swim in the ocean—courtesy of the devil fruit he had eaten in hunger-driven desperation a year ago—but he still loved watching the waves crash against the island, humming their song and carrying the smell of salt and freedom with them.

One day, he was going to cross those waters. One day, he won’t need this orange kimono to feel connected to him.

One day, he will see the world just as Kozuki Oden had.

Stopping at the edge of the beach, a determined smile pulled on Yamato’s lips. He didn’t care how many years it took. If he had to wait the seventeen years until Joy Boy arrived, that was fine. After all, he was still only eleven years old. He wasn’t stupid; he knew he was much too weak to get anywhere in the world on his own for now. He would wait patiently, training and preparing for the right time; just like Oden had before Whitebeard’s ship had landed in Kuri all those years ago.

And he had this bright orange kimono and tattered old journal to draw strength from.

“Young Master Yamato?”

Yamato jumped at the deep, quiet voice that came from behind him. He didn’t think anyone was there; he hadn’t noticed anyone—not even the little siblings—when he had arrived. “Who—” he started, turning around quickly to face the newcomer, but then he sighed when he recognized the tall man. “Boss Kyoshiro! Hello,” he greeted politely.

The yakuza regarded him for a moment without a word but then he slowly sat on the ground next to Yamato, facing the sea just like the young boy had before, and patted the ground next to him in invitation.

It only took Yamato a second to comply; the man was still a mystery to him, a new star in Orochi’s command and impossible to read, yet somehow… Yamato didn’t hate him. That couldn’t have been said about many of Orochi’s people.

“I like your outfit,” Kyoshiro said with a smile.

Immediately, a wide grin pulled on Yamato’s lips as he threw his arms out wide once more. “Right?!” he asked, full of excitement. “It’s for Halloween. You’re supposed to dress up like people you like!”

“The celebration from Jack-O’-Island?” Kyoshiro asked.

Yamato’s mouth fell open in surprise. “You know about it?!”

“A person very important to me told me about it once,” Kyoshiro explained, his smile widening a little… even though it seemed a little sad at the same time. “Do you like Kozuki Oden?”

“I am Kozuki Oden!” Yamato corrected proudly.

At that, Kyoshiro laughed. It startled Yamato at first because… it sounded so happy. Open and honest and completely different from the demeaning laughter Yamato was used to—and so much more real than anything Yamato had seen of the man.

In the end, Yamato couldn’t stop the giggle that bubbled out of his own chest.

“I’m sorry, I don’t have much on me but—” Kyoshiro paused, taking out a small box from his satchel and opening it, revealing a few mitarashi dango— “you can have these. For your trick or treating,” he added the last part in response to Yamato’s confused stare.

Yamato beamed. Bowing his head, he accepted the gift but before he could even thank him, a large lizard-bird landed next to them.

“There you are, Yamato.” King shot Yamato a look once he turned to his human form. “What do you think you’re doing walking around dressed like that?”

“Trick or treating,” Yamato said simply as he shoved a dango stick in his mouth.

King looked like was about to scold him but as soon as their eyes met, he groaned, rubbing at his masked forehead. “Let’s just keep you away from Kaido-san for now…”

Yamato huffed. “I don’t care what he says.”

Heaving a sigh, King wordlessly shifted back to a pteranodon to grab Yamato’s arms in his talons.

As they took off, Yamato shot one last grin at Kyoshiro. He knew barely anything about the man but he did know one thing—

He already looked forward to showing him an even better Oden next year.

[dustofthedailylife]

The spooky season is already over, but that doesn’t mean I’ll stop being spooky! 👻

Let’s talk about Halloween. Particularly, Halloween costumes. Which genshin character would wear what outfit? 🤔

Childe would definitely wear something stupid— and I’m onto half kidding. Honestly, I’d love to see him in a giant, inflatable, red among us costume, or a giant, inflatable, rideable dinosaur. He’d probably drag Zhongli out with him, too. Actually, now that I think about it, Childe wearing a wallet costume would be fitting. Zhongli doesn’t even have to dress up for it to be true!

Diluc probably wouldn’t wear anything at all. I mean, he doesn’t seem to be the type of celebrate any sort of holiday. He probably would’ve celebrated it at some time as a kid, but after his father died and the whole fiasco with Kaeya occured? Nope.

Kaeya probably would dress up, but wouldn’t go trick-or-treating. I can definitely see him at some sort of Halloween party dressed up as a vampire or incubus. If it was the latter, I would 101% grab his tail all the time just because. I mean, it’s a tail! How can you resist grabbing it? Another costume choice for him is a pirate. Isn’t it fitting?

Itto already has a Halloween costume— he’s a whole dang demon— but no, he wants more! He’ll dress up as something over-the-top and attention-grabbing, even if it’s ridiculous. It’ll probably spark some laughter amongst the children as Itto struts down the sidewalk like a professional model. 100% recommend going trick-or-treating with him.

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Ooooh I love this! Hmm let's see. 🤔

For Childe I'd actually have a hard time. I wouldn't have known what he would dress as but I could see something silly/quirky for him for sure.

Diluc really wouldn't care. I agree. The only thing that would make him participate would probably be Klee. Maybe she would give him some sort of silly hat, like a wizard hat and he'd wear it to make her happy.

For Kaeya a Pirate is perfect! I could very well see a vampire as well. He'd rock that outfit.

Itto would absolutely kill Halloween! Or he'd absolutely forget about his costume because Kuki didn't remind him so he'd just go as himself but the kids love it anyway. Letting the children ride on his shoulders and hold his horns while he runs through Inazuman streets trick-or-treating with them.

For Zhongli I could imagine a dragon costume. And he wouldn't even need to "dress up" for it officially. He can change his appearance at will and he is still an illuminated beast so he could just grow back his dragon horns, maybe some scales here and there and the dragon tail. Minimum effort him but maximum gain since people would compliment him on it and how realistic his costume looks.

Ayato I could totally see as a vampire. I'm biased here though. I saw a fanart on Halloween of Vampire Ayato and goddamn *stares respectfully*

Alhaitham would similarly to Diluc probably not care at all. If he'd go it is because Kaveh forced him to go to the Halloween Party with him. Costume though? Nah.

Albedo would probably go trick-or-treating with Klee! Klee's costume would be something creative every year, a Dodoco, a princess, a Christmas elf, a pirate, you name it! Albedo would probably dress as a mad scientist. Big goggles, glowy substances (that are harmless but look cool) in test tubes around his hips on a belt. Maybe a fancy hat?