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anonymousewrites · 7 months

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Portal to My Heart Halloween Special 2023

Loki x Reader

“Halloween?” asked Loki, raising an eyebrow as he looked at the various spooky-theme decorations around him.

“Yeah, it’s a human holiday,” said (Y/N). She grinned. “Oh, I mean ‘Midgardian.’ ”

Loki rolled his eyes. “I can understand perfectly well what you’re saying without the sarcasm.”

“Are you sure? I think it’s the only language you speak,” remarked (Y/N) impishly. “I mean, you always consider yourself so witty.”

“If you’re quite done teasing me—”

“Never.”

“—you could accurately explain this holiday,” said Loki. He rolled his eyes at her, but he had a fond smile on his lips. “I take it the humans created it from All Hallow’s Eve?”

“And I thought you told Thor you weren’t a witch,” said (Y/N), patting Loki on the shoulder. (He was, of course, it all black while on Earth). “But yeah, you’re right. Now it’s less about the pagan roots and is more about having spooky fun, dressing up in costumes, and eating candy.”

“ ‘Spooky fun?’ ” repeated Loki.

“Scary movies, haunted houses, that sort of thing,” said (Y/N).

“Why would you go looking to be scared?” said Loki.

“Why do you change into a snake and try to stab Thor?” retorted (Y/N).

“Touche,” said Loki.

“There are also parties,” said (Y/N). “I think Jane is hosting one with Thor. We’re invited.”

“No.”

“You don’t get to say no,” said (Y/N) sharply.

“I refuse to go to a celebration hosted by that oaf. It will be full of just booze and ridiculous bragging,” said Loki.

(Y/N) snorted. “Loki, I like to drink, and you like to show off. That sounds like the perfect party for us.”

“I will refuse to go,” said Loki.

“I already said we were going,” said (Y/N). “And if you back out now, everyone will know you’re cowering at home and refusing to come out.”

Loki groaned. (Y/N) knew how to trap him in his own pride. She knew him far too well. “You’re far too cunning, darling.”

“I know,” said (Y/N) with a pleased smile. She pecked him on the cheek, and he sighed as he resigned himself to his fate.

“Darling, are you nearly ready?” said Loki, standing beside the door of their apartment. He wore his traditional outfit with green and gold robes and golden horns. He didn’t see the point in dressing up anymore since he was “scary” (intimidating) enough in this.

“Don’t rush beauty,” said (Y/N).

“You’re always ravishing, darling,” said Loki. He smirked. “I’m sure there’s no need for you to worry.”

“Flattery won’t make me go any faster,” responded (Y/N).

“It was worth a try,” said Loki. Besides, it wasn’t as if he was lying. He always found (Y/N) the most attractive person in the room. She was his love, superior to all others.

“Trust me, this will be worth the wait,” said (Y/N).

“Are you truly trying to make yourself that frightening, my dear?” remarked Loki, amused. “I believe that would take quite a bit of work as you are just too beautiful for fear.”

“Haven’t you heard of vampires?” said (Y/N).

“I find them more attractive than frightening. They can’t kill me, after all,” said Loki.

“Of course you find them attractive,” said (Y/N). She was greatly amused, and it tracked for Loki. “But, lucky for you, I didn’t go for a scary costume.”

Loki perked up. “Oh?”

“No, I went for something a little different.” (Y/N) stepped out of the bedroom, finally dressed and ready. She smirked as Loki started in reaction to her costume.

She wore a long green dress with a slit up the side to reveal her leg. Black heels with gold accents peeked out from the slit of her dress. Around the sweetheart neckline and corset top, gold body jewelry hung over her exposed shoulders and neck like twining snakes. Gold ear cuffs drew attention to her face and golden eyeshadow dusted overtop a sharp black eyeliner. The most important detail of her outfit, however, were the circlet around her head supporting golden horns. (Y/N) twirled and posed, showing off the golden jewelry draped on her hands, glittering like magic.

“How do I look?” she said, smirking.

“You’re…me,” said Loki, staring at her. She was beautiful, and dressed in his colors and horns? She was ravishing.

“I am,” said (Y/N). She smirked. “But I think I might look better than you, my dear Loki.”

“I don’t dare argue with such a goddess,” said Loki, reaching out and pulling her to him.

“What am I the god of?” said (Y/N).

“I’d say beauty, but I hardly think such a commonplace word describes you,” said Loki, kissing her.

(Y/N) kissed him back and smiled. “Flattering me?”

“I’d prefer to be worshipping you,” said Loki.

“Oh?” (Y/N) smirked challengingly.

“A goddess like you deserves the entire world to worship you,” said Loki. “So I’ll have to work especially hard since it’s just me.”

“Go ahead, then. Worship me, Loki,” purred (Y/N), grinning.

Loki grinned almost wolfishly. “I’m afraid we’re going to be a bit late to the party tonight,” he murmured as he kissed (Y/N) and trailed down to her neck. His hands ran down her sides and tugged her closer.

“I’m sure you’ll make it worth it,” said (Y/N), smiling.

Loki sank to his knees. “But of course. My divine goddess deserves to be worshipped, after all.”

(Y/N) smirked down at him. “Then, mewling quim, get to it. Your god commands it.”

#portal to my heart #loki fanfic #loki marvel #loki #loki x reader #halloween #halloween special

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pchuaymee · 4 months

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Happy Lunar New Year 2024!

新年快乐 2024！

Hi, dudes! It's me again.

While I was drawing this, my felt to got ideas block and exhausted very much to I will paint it with watercolor. Thus, I painted it with ink pens instead.

For Tibet fan art, I got reference from my oracle card in Tibetan culture theme as this:

And I will tell fun fact a few things about beliefs in Lunar New Year.

Don't cleaning in house, apartment, or accomodations in evening until to night on normal days or during celebration in new year and any festival that is not only belief in China, Japan, Vietnam, Korea. Thailand and India are believing this too. Because in the past, it was not existed to use electric in night. It makes you throw something is value this such as jewelry, gold or silver accessories, or coins. And also, many ppl always clean their house or accomodations in festival eve day or after festival day. Because nobody else do it while you are enjoying to celebrating in during day, right? They are feeling that too. LOL.

For Japanese Lunar New Year (Japanese is called "Shougatsu" 「正月: しょうがつ。: Shōgatsu」) , in the past. They were celebrating in lunar calendar in every year, but the after in 1873 AC. They are celebrating on 1st January in every year. Thus, Celebrating Japanese lunar new year in Japan which is celebrating new year of many countries too.

For Thai ppl who are not Thai-Chinese or Chinese in Thailand, they are can enjoy with this festival too. Because some Thai culture and Chinese culture are seeming similar such as praying for ancestors, respectful with family or someone who are seniors, and beliefs about position their house or accommodation. And also, Thai ppl are always be enjoy with festival which popular from other countries such as Christmas, Halloween, Lunar new year, Celebrating moon cake, or Navratri. Unless, some festival which restricted for Islamic, Christian, or some ppl who are minority in Thailand that mainly ppl or normal ppl cannot to be enjoying for celebrating with their festival too.

And I don't have any ideas unless I will say to you word that is I am always heard many ppl who are Thai-Chinese and Chinese in Thailand are said that

“新正如意，新年发財！” ❤️

#my art #hetalia #preawprawchanart #illustrations #nekotalia #illustration #happy lunar new year #chinese new year #aph asians #hws asia #ink #drawing #lunar new year

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rockmiyabideusexmachina · 5 months

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2024 Megaman Valentine’s Day Fanart Contest Rules Thread *CLOSED*

Hiya. Anybody still using social media or drawing and not using AI? OK, cool. Drawing neat Meganman pics contest #17 for Lovey Dovey Day sponsored by me and stuff is go time. After last year was a little different, and went the gift exchange route, it's back to your regularly-scheduled competition this season. The deadline this year will be on Tues., Mar. 12th, 2024. Nearly a month AFTER Valentine's Day? Wh…why? Because I'm tired, and you all are too, that's why. Or, well, read on to find out. XD As is the usual norm, there are two categories this year, one for Talent and one for Humor. You are allowed to submit one entry for each category, if you would like. If you place in one category, you will be automatically disqualified from the other, for reasons of fairness, and to give other people a chance to win a prize.

CATEGORY 1 (Talent): Black and White Day

This year, good ol' Steamboat Willie, the first Mickey Mouse cartoon, went into public domain and people got somewhat excited about that. On top of games like Cuphead or Bendy and the Ink Machine, the retro look of 'Rubber Hose' animation has had a bit of a revival over recent years. You might even know a fellow Mega Man artist or two who has experimented with that style, or maybe even own a Mega Man shirt that has the pic above on it, as I do. So, for this year's talent category, your goal will be to create a beautiful monochrome piece in a retro Rubber Hose art style celebrating the pseudo-Valentine's holiday known as White Day. What is White Day? How would you draw something for it? If you've played X DiVE, you certainly know about the White Day outfits for characters such as Alia, Cinnamon or Axl. But here is a basic explanation via Wikipedia: "White Day is relatively new, created by the confectionery industry in Japan. White Day was first celebrated in 1978. It is celebrated one month after Valentine's Day, on March 14th. It started as an "answer day" to Valentine's Day on the grounds that men should pay back the women who gave them chocolate and other gifts on Valentine's Day. Men are expected to return gifts that are at least two or three times more valuable than the gifts received in Valentine's Day. The color white was chosen because it's the color of purity, evoking "pure, sweet teen love", and because it's also the color of sugar. Gift exchanges happen between romantic partners, friends, and coworkers. Traditionally, popular White Day gifts include food like white chocolate, marshmallows, candy, cookies, and other "white" accessories like jewelry, bags, lotions, and lingerie."

Content Requirements: * Mega Man characters of your choice celebrating White Day * Mimicking retro "rubber hose" art style (Eg: Steamboat Willie era Mickey Mouse, Betty Boop, Popeye, Cuphead, etc.) * Black and white/monochrome palette. Seeing as this is a Mega Man contest, a retro Game Boy screen-like greenish tint is acceptable. As it is for love, I will also accept a garish Virtual Boy reddish tint, if you are that daring. Otherwise, try to keep your art retro-looking, using black, white and grey. No full-color illustrations for this category. * As this is the talent category, judging will be primarily based on the effort, creativity & overall concept of your piece. How well you pull off the rubber hose style for your characters and how well your picture fits the White Day theme.

CATEGORY 2 (Humor): Showing Some Skins

If you are like me, you have a favorite skin/outfit in X DiVE and you never end up changing it out. It may not be Christmas or Halloween anymore, but you might be that person who always uses Christmas Ferham or Halloween Vile, regardless of the time of year. So, forget the Cupid costumes or giant teddy bear outfits this Valentine's. Create your own holiday skin/outfit you wish would have been implemented in DiVE, but it's being worn at the wrong time of year. For the humor category this year, I would like you to create a funny Valentine's day pic where some character is wearing the wrong holiday outfit/skin that kinda changes the whole mood of a romantic evening together. Then again, it may or may not kill the romance, and might enhance it. Whether it be St. Patrick's Day Toad Man driving Snake Man and Ophiuchus out of a candle-lit restaurant, Tron Bonne picking up her date on her Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade Float Gustaff, Tax Day Armor X crunching numbers with Alia in bed while asking her if she plans to file single or jointly this year, or someone risking themselves for President's Day sexy Mr. Lincoln skin Proto Man, the romantic holiday mismatches are endless!

Content Requirements: * A Megaman character of your choice wearing any holiday-themed skin/outfit that does not really belong for Valentine's Day, in a Valentine's Day setting. * As this is the humor category, judging will be based primarily on how funny your piece is. Creativity, concept and execution may get you some bonus points. But the focus of this category is how well you make us laugh, not how technically skilled you are at art!

PRIZES:

The winners for both the Talent and Humor categories will receive the following:

1st Place: $175 USD 2nd Place: $100 USD 3rd Place: $75 USD

SUBMISSION GUIDELINES:

When you submit, I would prefer you include the following information in this format, along with your entry:

(Your name/preferred alias) – As much as I usually know who you are, there’s always someone new or somebody who has a different preference from what their email name says. A link to your preferred social media account also works.

(Category this entry is for) – You can either say 1/2, or Talent/Humor

Anything else you feel I need to know about your piece is always welcome.

Only submit your own work, as usual. Any character, major or minor, from any series is allowed. Pairing characters from different series is totally allowed. Same-gender pairings are completely fine. OCs are allowed, as long as your art contains at least one canon Megaman character.

As always, participants are allowed to submit from all over the world.

Paypal is still the preferred method for cash prize payouts. Please have a valid account to receive your winnings.

Youngin’s, get your parents permission before entering.

Entries can either be e-mailed to me at rock2125[at]hotmail[dot]com, or you can just DM/note me a link to your pic.

DO NOT post your pics in this thread, your dA galleries, Twitter, tumblr blogs, other sites, etc. until the contest is over. This is the fairest way for competitive reasons. I prefer to keep them all secret until the deadline has passed. I’ll edit a confirmed entry list in this thread when I receive them. So you won’t be in the dark about whether or not I’ve received your entry.

DEADLINE:

The deadline for this contest will be Tuesday, March 12th, 2024, by the global end of the day. This gives you nearly 2 months to finish your entries! And if I'm lucky, results can be posted on or near White Day, which is March 14th. A little different this year, both to give people more time, and to fit in with this year's themes mixing it up.

MISCELLANEOUS INFO:

As usual, If you don’t plan to enter, but would like to help me judge, please let me know through DM or mention so here. Never hurts to have extra opinions on all the entries.

Bug me with questions if you have any. Please join in, and good luck to everyone who enters!

Confirmed Entries:

Cat 1 Talent - HikariLux, @eulogysinger, Kaitlin.EXE, @wennastudio, Komito, @sylviidaee,

Cat 2 Humor - AbilityField, @aurantia-ignis, Miralie

#Rockman #Megaman #Mega Man #Rock Miyabi's 2024 Megaman Valentine's Day Contest #Fanart Contest

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thesoftboiledegg · 6 months

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A couple of thrift stores have opened in my area in the past year. I didn't expect to find any merchandise, but after @i-believe-in-unicorns-and-you showed me the Rick and Morty sweatpants she found at Marshall's and I thought about the crazy finds on @shiftythrifting, I figured I'd give it a shot.

And who knew: it was time for a thrift store roundup! 👚🧦

The first store had a section for gifts and accessories. My expectations were low, but when I rounded the corner, the shelves were loaded with Rick and Morty stocking stuffers. The first thing I saw was this bathrobe:

Hmm, that's a cute figure...maybe someone should draw Rick wearing that. 🤔

This sock packaging is adorable. It looks like a pint of ice cream!

On a similar note, I actually thought these were cans of pickle juice. Adult Swim has no problem selling Toxic Rick and Shrimp Rick energy drinks, so it wouldn't be off-brand, but nope: they're boxer shorts that advertise your SWAG.

I realize that Swag is the brand name, but selling Pickle Rick boxers with SWAG on the waistband isn't exactly helping the show's bro-y reputation. The can is cute, though.

Let's all celebrate Rickmas...with Pickle Rick!

Evidently, socks are a hot item. I think they're the new ugly Christmas sweaters.

In fact, Cool Rick wants you to buy these socks!

And you can complete your outfit with festive sweatpants.

Next stop: Marshall's. They continued the theme with an advent calendar. 12 days of socks!

Advent calendars have been getting more luxurious over the years. Some people spend hundreds of dollars on calendars loaded with jewelry, ornaments, food and beauty products. Apparently, 2021's most expensive calendar was custom-made and cost $10 million. Must be nice!

Anyway, back to the proletariat: I love the design on these boxers. OK, maybe Rick didn't think it through, but he's proud of his gift!

More sweatpants! "Anatomy Park" is one of my least favorite episodes, so I'd ask for the receipt for that one.

I did think John Oliver's character was funny. "Would you like to ride...the bone train?"

Finally, I went to Five Below. They had one of the strangest pieces of merchandise I've ever seen: a projector that casts a picture of Rick and Morty underneath your car.

I could see somebody doing that once for Halloween or another event, but all the time? Wearing merchandise isn't enough--you have to represent the show while you're driving? Are guys hoping that Dan Harmon will see this and be so impressed that he makes out with them a little?

Then again, I guess there's a reason it has a clearance sticker.

#rick and morty #rick sanchez #morty smith #five below #marshall's #thrifting #thriftstorefinds #thrifstorefinds #thrift store #roundup

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merakiui · 7 months

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1 and 6?

(ask game)

1. where do you get the majority of your clothes?

I usually get my clothes from thrift shops and secondhand sites online! Nothing gives me greater joy than thrifting. <3 similarly, nothing gives me greater pain than when I find a cute piece and it isn't in my size. T^T

6. what are some of your favorite outfits?

Omg I have so many!!! This lolita jumper dress is by far one of my favorites. I'm always reminded of Heartslabyul (but especially Halloween Heartslabyul <3) whenever I wear it!!! It's so very pretty.

There are also a variety of business formal/casual outfits I like to wear. Red is a common color in my wardrobe, so most of the outfits consist of red in some way. But I do have a black blazer with lavender accents. I used it in an Octavinelle-inspired outfit! Also, there is a GloMas outfit I put together in celebration of GloMas release (although it's more so Rollo-themed <3) and it's quickly become a favorite of mine. I like accessorizing a lot, so I'll add all sorts of jewelry, hair pins, and such to various outfits. And bow ties and bowknots!!!!! Omg I adore them, especially the cute ones with elegant, intricate details. >0<

Essentially, my style of dress is mostly flexible beyond the two main styles. I just love dressing up and wearing makeup and looking cute at all times hehe. My friend called my wardrobe the "playable character closet" because I always have a fun outfit prepared. But sometimes you just want to be a Victorian noblewoman attending a tea party, and other times you want to be a mysterious vampire prince who broods alone in an old library deep in a decrepit mansion!!! It's very fun to wear an outfit and daydream of these things! ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و ♡

#chit chat #thank you for asking!! >w<#i have a tendency to theme outfits around various things i like (books/music/characters/etc) there is just so much inspiration to be found!#it's so fun <3 i always thrift with a Vision

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erkasuniverse · 8 months

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Tomorrow is my grandmother’s celebration of life. In her honor, I want to share some cool facts about her with you, my internet family.

She was a sixth grade math and science teacher in the public school system for 17 years. She taught sex ed every year and was famous for telling the kids to look through the book and “get it out of their systems” before she taught the class.

She loved Pepsi, and sometimes we’d sneak it to her in the hospital.

Cereal was her favorite breakfast, and Cheerios or Honey Smacks were her favorite.

She loved cats, and owned several over the years. Also owned my cats eventually because she kept feeding them wet food. They betrayed us for Friskies.

She loved old Westerns, and we’d watch Bonanza and Gunsmoke with religious regularity.

She loved to read. When we finally got her a kindle, she had me come set it up, and I set up every one after that, because no matter how many times I explained the set up process she couldn’t do it. Really, I think she just liked having me do it.

She loved celebrating holidays, and had themed shirts and jewelry for Thanksgiving, Halloween, Christmas—they were god awful, but she had a sweater, vest, and pair of earrings for every one.

She loved doing arts and crafts. She taught me crochet, even though I was terrible at it. If you had a project to do, she was probably in on it.

She loved kids. She was always kind to the kids at Church, always volunteering to feed us, always worried about her “babies.” She chaperoned several field trips and was always a hit.

She was not the best cook, honestly, but she introduced me to ramen noodles and instant drink mixes and lots of “fun” food I still enjoy. She would make instant spiced tea with Tang in it for us that little me thought was so fancy.

I have so many memories, I could write a book if I kept going. She was patient, and kind, and funny, and my very first best friend after my sister. We did everything together for a long time, and I always wanted to hang out with grandma. Sure, she wasn’t perfect, but she was my grandma.

I’ll love her forever and always, and I hope you guys enjoyed my little factoids. I know she would adore all her internet grandkids. So if you’re having a bad day, Grandma loves you and she’s cheering for you from Heaven.

#thoughts #writing #loss #memorial #ancestors #ancestor veneration

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howdoyousleep3 · 1 year

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mamaaaaaa you know today is buckys birthday 🙂 how are we celebrating

🥰 I think the theme across the couples is surprise.

Daddy Steve wakes up early and surprises Baby Bucky with the start of little surprises all throughout the day, taking a long weekend to spoil his baby with museum trips and picnics and dimly lit bars and eating dessert they were forced to take to-go because of wandering hands, in bed. Jewelry is most definitely involved as well. How can it not be with these two? A bracelet this time, slim and gold and luxurious. Steve puts it on Bucky's wrist after their second round in bed that night, barely making it in time for his birthday.

Smol Steve and Bucky Bear don't have a lot of money to spare on some extra birthday goodies, but Steve absolutely tries his hardest to spoil his Bear. He makes a cake for breakfast, chocolate, that turns out surprisingly well that they eat in bed. They make some coffee at home and then go on a walk through the park, stop at Bucky's favorite bookstore, end up stopping to get coffee because theirs is stale. When it starts to rain they head home and then watch movies on TV for the rest of the day. Steve surprises him with another plant even though they swore no gifts.

Daddy James gets surprised with long awaited art that Steve has spent months making for him, Steve choosing to have it hung up in Daddy's office with the help of Natasha. Four detailed yet chaotic (his style, hehe) pencil drawings of four places they'd traveled to, that Steve used picture references for. One is a picture he took off the coast of Italy, one is a picture of the snowy view outside of their cabin (from the floor in front of the fire of course, since that's where they always end up making love for hours), one is a picture Steve took of them in bed together, and the last was (reluctantly) a picture of Steve that James says is his favorite.

Bunny's birthday is like a national holiday for 3DWD. It's right behind Christmas, maybe tied with Halloween, but Bucky's birthday is up there. 100% Steve plans a surprise party for Bucky in their backyard and barely keeps the surprised under wraps. Nat takes Bucky out somewhere for drinks or a massage and Steve goes to town turning that backyard into a cozy little wonderland, blankets and fire pits and a s'mores bar and a projector and games. Bucky's so surprised and so tickled to see everyone there that he even cries a little bit, sweet baby.

Now...the senator and intern. I'm in my feels for them today and this response reflects that, haha. I think Bucky's parents would be out of town for work and maybe his friends are busy with midterms and can't really make it out to celebrate. And when Steve asks him what his birthday plans are, Bucky says he has none. And the senator's heart breaks a little bit. And when Steve shows up to Bucky's house that night and he's stuttering trying to figure out why the senator is here and not in New York over for a rally to endorse Same Wilson for Governor, Steve tells him he changed his mind and decided to leave early in the morning. "Get in. You've got birthday plans now..."

#askK #my belle tag #happy birthday bucky #i lub you #all of you

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pinkiepiebones · 11 months

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Renfield prompt: Rebecca helps Robert celebrate his first post-Dracula Halloween

The day before Halloween, Robert is home. He's finally mending the damaged arm of his arm chair, affixing a fabric sunflower he had cobbled together from remnant scraps to the torn upholstery like a cheery bandage. Rebecca texts "yo open up" and as Robert crosses the living room to get to the door she's already knocking.

Rebecca gestures to his door. "You're really not decorating for Halloween? Not even a little ghost or somethin'?" Robert shrugs and steps aside so she can come in and sit on the sofa in what was unofficially her spot. He moves back to keep working on his chair.

"I just don't see the appeal of Halloween, Beck," he explains. "I've seen enough in my lifetime that nothing can scare me, which I have gathered is the big draw of this holiday for adults." He pauses to thread his needled onto a new piece of embroidery floss. "That and dressing up in, um. Not much."

Rebecca purses her lips in thought. "Really? None of that appeals to you?"

"Not really, no."

"What if I tell you that part of being human is doing stupid shit like dressing up and getting wasted with your friends while 'Monster Mash' and 'Thriller' get played on repeat?"

Robert stops to admire his mending work. And to think.

"I spent the last week at work decorating cakes for Halloween parties, and my free time's been here, sewing patches for my furniture." He looks at her, then, a kind of mischief lighting his eyes. "What sort of costume can one find at the last minute?"

Rebecca grins.

The Spirt Halloween Store is a strange thing, Robert thinks. Rebecca had told him how the stores set up inside the decayed husks of former businesses. "Much like a real spirit," Robert had commented without further elaboration. Robert is unphased by the animatronics and the sacks of bones and body parts. He mentions something about the offering of zombie costumes being 'bad stereotypes,' whatever that means, and expresses genuine perplexion over whatever the fuck a Fortnight is.

Rebecca hesitates when she sees Robert stop at a display of vampire costumes and accessories. The display featured capes ranging from cheap polyester to high collared velvet lined silk, red and black suits and gowns, fake fangs from saliva-pooling plastic dentures to unnervingly realistic enamels, chewable blood capsules, contact lenses, press-on claws and black nail polish, gaudy bat-themed jewelry, walking sticks and parasols, top hats, wigs with pronounced widows peaks, red-tinted glasses, pallid face powder, latex appliqués of bite wounds, and a stack of black T-shirts with the slogan I VANT TO SUCK YOUR DICK printed on them in a dripping red font. Rebecca is about to touch Robert's arm, ground him, see if he's okay, when he laughs. He picks up one of the shirts and holds it against his chest and turns for Rebecca to see.

"This is so, so crass, but I kind of want one? Maybe for a sleep shirt. It's just- fuck it, I'm getting it."

Rebecca chuckles. "So you don't want a vampire costume?" Robert makes a face.

"Fuck, no. Vampires are pricks, the lot of 'em." He starts to head towards a wall of masks when something else catches his eye and he wanders over like a moth to a flame.

"That. I want that one."

Rebecca looks up to see what he's been transfixed by and blinks in disbelief.

"Rob. You're a fucking weirdo" Rebecca teases.

"Well, it's a good thing I'm in similar company, isn't it" Robert teases back. He reaches up and starts looking for something in his size.

Rebecca sighs and and goes to find herself a costume that will not look like it's associated with Robert's at all.

Halloween night, a flapper girl and a tiger walk into a bar. Rebecca stops to adjust her wig and motions for Robert to bend so she can adjust his ear headband.

"How're my whiskers?"

"Purr-fect. How's my dress?"

"It's the bee's knees."

Rebecca nods and gestures with her cigarette holder.

"Happy Halloween, Rob. Let's go get drunk."

#renfield #I'll leave it up to you how silly his costume looks #and yes he does dance with some slutty vampires

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vampire-the-askerade · 2 years

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Vampire’s Halloween Outfits

[Was going to do a big catch up thing on Halloween, seeing as it’s vampires and all. But, then my night got away from me, so to make up for it I made a big list for old time’s sake.]

Camarilla

LaCroix- He wouldn’t dress up. If there was something that he was required to dress for like say a charity event to cover his tracks or a Camarilla event of some kind, then he would do a ballroom suit and a simple masquerade mask

Sheriff- He wouldn’t do much, maybe just do something like put a Halloween themed pin or patch on his coat

Therese- She would do something like a simple witch costume, that was more on the period accurate and modest

Strauss- He wouldn’t do a costume per se, but he knows how to humor his pupils (and secretly himself) by wearing one of his more detailed coats that make him look like he’s straight out of a gothic horror novel.

Nosferatu

Imalia- Totally could see her wearing something along the lines of a sexy angel outfit

Mitnick- A typical looking IT guy. Honestly, it’s more of a costume for him to wear, “regular,” clothes

Barabus- Batman. He likes to stalk the shadows, stand on buildings, and hopefully make some kid’s night if they notice him. Not to mention, the mask covers most of his face which makes blending in a bit easier

Bertram- He’d dress a Count Orlock. He’s got a good sense of humor about things

Gary- The phantom of the opera. He sees himself as the tragic, disfigured artist, and this is the one night a year he and dress that way without people calling him dramatic.

Anarchs

Jeanette- She would dress as about anything as long as it has the word sexy as a descriptor and shows as much cleavage as possible. Partial to being a cat though

Damsel- She would do something simple like maybe a Halloween themes t-shirt with some face paint and a head band. Something that still counts as a costume, but can be switched to regular clothes if needed

Skelter- He would wear a black shirt. That’s all

Jack- Talks about how he’s got a kick-ass costume for the whole week leading up to Halloween. Comes to the bar wearing his usual outfit and saying that he dressed as a crazy biker

Nines- might wear something that’s more punk-goth than his usual attire. It might look like a regular outfit for someone else, but certainly is at least a bit dressed up for him

Independents

Isaac- Wouldn’t dress up. Much like LaCroix if there was something that required him to, he would only wear a mask, though his would be more plain

Ash- Dresses up as a werewolf because he thinks it’s funny. He needs some form of humor in his life

VV- She would like to dress up like a celebrity of some sort, with the fancy dress and plenty of jewelry. It might need to turn sexy depending on if she’s working that night or not

Beckett- Wha- it’s the end of October already? He’s been holed up in his studies for the whole month. He put on a witch hat. That works, right?

Other

Ming Xiao- Nothing. She has more things to worry about than silly, candy holidays

Pisha- Doesn’t dress up, but enjoys to have a night where she can just walk around with little people questioning what she looks the way she does

Andrea- He LOVES Halloween. Does up his face every year. Literally. It also amazes him how much people will accept as prop decor and make up work.

Cabby/Caine- Hasn’t been around the tradition long enough to realize that people don’t actually think they’re fooling anyone. He’s so off putting that people think he’s dressed up when he’s just walking around.

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Ghosts, Goblins, and Good-for-Nothings

i was intending to keep my tumblr for requests alone but please enjoy this halloween drabble in the spirit of spooky season! 🎃🖤

Notes: fem reader, 2nd person pov, language, mentions of street harassment

Halloween is on a Monday this year. It’s not great for trick-or-treaters—never is on a school night—but for every other enthused fan of the holiday? This means three days of non-stop festivities.

Saturday in its entirety is booked to the brim with plans for pumpkin carving, hayrides, costume contests and, later in the night, throwing back October 31st-themed shots 'til you puke orange and purple sparkles.

Sunday morning is for recovery and what Leo dubbed Boo-zy Brunch in the group chat. Pumpkin Pancakes, Candy Corn Crêpes, Witch’s Brew (re: coffee), AHH-vocado Ghost, and Devilled Eggs are all on the revamped menu at Pepe’s for the season—and how could you possibly do without a few Bloody Marys? (The words come from Mikey because you can fair just fine without that tomato juice concoction monstrosity. And, come to think of it, you’ll probably be so hungover the mere smell of alcohol will be enough to deter you regardless of the potion it comes mixed in.)

Sunday afternoon is reserved for horror movie marathoning and engorging on the candy meant for some infant-sized ghosts, goblins, and ghouls ringing your doorbell the following evening, which is a dangerous game because they promise tricks without the tempting of treats.

These plans had been months in the making and you couldn’t have been looking forward to it more. Still, this left you with a vacant slot on Friday night. The spot blinked at you on your calendar mockingly, like a neon sign on its last leg. How could you not have plans with anyone else?

In hindsight, you probably should have begun asking around a little earlier than the day of. You love the Mad Dogs—obviously—but two back-to-back days are probably about all the celebrations you can manage.

You send out a few texts after class and plan to try some more on your commute home.

Nothing of the sort transpires.

You end up walking through your front door sort of dazed and out of it, lost somewhere inside yourself.

You’re not sure how much time passes where you sit motionless on your couch, feeling just as trapped as you did on the subway fifteen minutes ago. Eventually, you get up to change clothes. You fish out your favourite seasonal crewneck from a bottom drawer. It’s soft and comforting and it has the words Halloweentown University plastered across it with an outline of the famed pumpkin at the centre. It’s your best attempt at saving face, if only for yourself.

You peel out of stiff jeans next and replace them with plaid sleep shorts. It’s not the most cohesive outfit—especially not with a full face of makeup and all your jewelry still on from the day—but it makes you feel better than you did before so you leave it on.

Your feet shuffle slowly, numbly, one foot in front of the other until you reach your living room couch again and smooth your fingers over your phone screen absently. It’s already dark out with only one sliver of teal haloing the horizon. You mull over sending out another text.

If you’re being honest with yourself, there’s only one person you really want to see. It’s becoming more and more of a regular occurrence and you try not to beat yourself up over it too much. He’s good at making people laugh and you like to laugh.

The odds of him being free this short notice are slim but you shoot him a message anyway and stare off into space until his response comes.

Miraculously, he thinks an early movie marathon at your place is an awesome idea and asks if you’ve already eaten. You lie and he tells you great, he’ll just bring snacks then.

Somehow, that little text bubble makes it easier to breathe (and think and move) and you get up to toss a bag of popcorn in the microwave. You wonder if he’ll beat the timer.

Leo, never one to lose a challenge, indeed proves successful. His circle of cerulean light appears just six seconds before your microwave bellows at you.

You're pouring the bag out into a large bowl as you greet him in the most uplifting manner you can muster. You fall into light, engaged conversation—mostly about the snacks he opted to bring—and, before long, the two of you end up buried alive in wrappers, Cheeto dust, and popcorn kernels.

You try to keep concentration on the TV screen, you do. Leo's laughing and making comments that you would find downright hysterical—possibly some of his best material yet—if you had it in you to listen, but your mind continues to derail, veer off course, sink into terribly murky waters below.

You’re drowning by the time he pulls you up to surface.

The screen is paused and you have to focus on it for a few seconds to remember you’re supposed to be enthralled in the campy 80s thriller he picked out. Leo’s eyes are trailed on you, like he’s gathering all the info he can just by sizing you up.

“Sorry, what?” you have to ask.

Leo’s brows knit further. “I asked what was wrong. You seem… I dunno, distracted.”

He’s right. You hadn’t even noticed him grab the remote to pause the film, forget trying to recount any of the plot.

He’s been observing you for the last little while—the way you seem so far away.

Hollow stares don’t suit you.

You shrink a little. “No. Sorry. I’m good. Just, uh… It was a long day, you know?”

He throws an arm around the back of the couch and angles his body more openly toward you. A silent invite.

You sit there in the dark for a long moment. The silver glow reflecting off the colour of his skin makes for something supernaturally beautiful but this observation is merely a form of stalling.

A small, defeated breath wilts your posture. “Some guy kept taking pictures of me on the subway today and, honestly, I’ve just been kind of mentally fucked by it. It’s so stupid but I can’t stop thinking about it.”

“He did what?”

You have to fixate your gaze on one of the empty bowls on your coffee table to keep your face from twisting, but the tears are already forming and they don’t yield for anyone.

April is tougher and more resilient than you—you know this—but you kind of take pride in coming in a close second. You’re loud about injustice and rant and rave about pet peeves all the time. Mostly for comedic purposes, sure, but you like to think you’ve got a backbone built from the same stuff as hers. A similar brand of gall that has the two of you teaming up to fight… whatever it is that needs to be fought, really. Suddenly, you wonder, not without a payload of shame, if maybe April’s been doing most of the heavy lifting this whole time.

“I should’ve put my hand around his neck and told him to delete them but I just sat there like an idiot until it was time for me to get off."

You can feel the mascara and eyeliner getting into your eyes and it makes all of this a lot more uncomfortable. Though, still not quite as uncomfortable as you felt today so you decide this is fine.

Your fingers reach high to tug at the elastic holding your half-up bun in place, if only to give yourself something to do.

You don’t get to fuss a ton before Leo’s wrapping you up in a hug. “Don’t call yourself that."

You blink slowly and heave a shattered sigh into his shoulder.

“That’s messed up,” he continues. “And if you can paint me a portrait, I’ll hunt that creepo down and kick his ass.”

“I wish I’d done something,” you mumble.

He pulls back and doesn’t say anything for a long moment, sort of like he’s weighing the words in his mind. “That’s not... your responsibility. You don’t have to manage the shitty things people do to you.”

You're not anticipating that out of him but, weirdly, it's what you need to hear. You nod, unexpectedly entranced by all this.

“Don’t worry about him, okay? Donnie’s insane with this kind of stuff. He’s got facial recognition tech better than the CIA's and he can tap into any electronic device in the state, probably the country. He'll track the phone and wipe it clean in under an hour without even moving from that stupid-comfortable gaming chair he never lets any of us sit in.” His voice goes sort of bitter at the tail end there and it makes you giggle.

Leo smiles at you.

“C’mere.” And then he’s hauling you in close, incentivizing you to lie down with him, willing some of that tension out of your shivering frame. (You hadn't realized you were shaking so badly until his palms came up to rub warmth up and down the length of your arms.)

You stay there for a little while as Leo starts the movie back up. Neither of you is really watching but that’s okay. You feel better knowing justice is afoot, even if that makes you some vindictive low-road traveller.

“I wish I could go everywhere with you. Be your little bodyguard.”

You snicker. “You just want to wear aviators and an earpiece.”

“Come on…!” Leo whines. “I’d look so cool! And you’d get 24/7 personalized security. All I’m seein’ are wins here.”

You hum. “I’m inclined to agree, Nardo.” There’s a space of silence where you have to keep from replaying the incident in your mind per Leo’s request. (He told you not to worry and you intend to follow through on that.) He must sense your labours, though, because he goes on with his scenario.

“Eh, scuze me, Mr. Sleazy Scumbag, sir, no flash photography,” he proclaims, voice getting somehow more nasally than usual. “I know it’s hard to resist capturing such model-like energy but I’ll have to ask you to exercise some self-restraint.”

You put on your best manly impression, voice descending somewhere that is comically deep and husky. “Uh, I’m trying to exercise my personal liberties, here, my dude. It’s my constitutional right—nay, my duty—on this earth to harass women and be a colossal piece of shit.”

“Sir, I won’t ask you again.”

“Oh yeah? What are you gonna do about it, tough guy?”

You’re not sure what kind of response you’re expecting but it is nowhere near one that includes being tackled to the floor and pinned down in an ambush taking the form of hellish tickles. You laugh and squirm, only marginally resentful over how easily this boy manages to lift your spirits.

He shows you mercy quickly enough, declaring, “See, I don’t even have to use violence to take down my opponents. God, I’m good.” And then he’s leaning down, whispering secretively to you: “But I wouldn’t be nearly as friendly with that clown. Trust me.”

“I do,” you tell him, and Leo has to hide the surprised elation that glosses over his face.

You grin and grab for his cheeks with your palms. “You’re so important to me.”

For someone who talks all the time, it's unbelievable that he can’t find the right words to reply. In lieu of anything verbal, a chaste peck finds its way to your forehead. (Well, it’s not like that isn’t a welcome response.)

“I should go wash my face,” you shrug sheepishly from under him. “Bet I look like a raccoon right now.” (You might have to play the lottery if it turns out your undoubtedly smudged makeup has somehow slid itself back into place.)

“Prettiest raccoon I’ve ever seen.”

“You’re sweet.”

Leo pauses the TV once again as he waits for you and the screen goes into sleep mode, transposing stock images of landscapes he’s finding it difficult to trust are real places that exist.

In this lapse, he takes the opportunity to look around. Tiny pumpkin fairy lights are strung up along the cupboards in your kitchen. Next to him, the napkins are patterned with ghosts and bats. Your bowls are colour-coordinated. The one harbouring the Doritos he brought is forest green, sporting the cartoony face of Frankenstein’s monster. There’s another with Dracula and a third violet one that doesn’t at all fit in with the others. There's just some random, unknown witch on it. Leo’s bottom lip juts out disappointedly.

A platter of chocolate-covered pretzels sits off to the side of your small table and Leo helps himself to one. And then another and a few more, until he ends up unveiling the eyeball motif on the ceramic. There are scarecrows on the matching one on the other side of the table, that one brandishing the fluffiest sugar cookies he’s ever tasted.

You’ve got werewolf coasters and pumpkin pillows and, upon further inspection, Leo finds that even your throw blanket is littered with dancing skeletons. He grins. It’s just so like you.

And then, while you’re still in the bathroom, he sends out a few texts.

***

You’re at the lair bright and early on Saturday morning and you come bearing orange-frosted cupcakes and pumpkin-spiced lattes. The turtles and April cheer in unison when they spot your goodies. It doesn't take very long at all before you're learning they’ve got surprises of their own.

The first is impossible to miss; the Hamato home is thoroughly decked out in Halloween memorabilia, including a few extravagant displays that look like they belong in the annual fun fair’s haunted house (an event that was, at the last minute, added to tomorrow’s evening agenda).

“Guys!” you squeal excitedly, taking it all in. “The lair looks incredible!”

You’re, like, fully hopping from one foot to the other, bouncing on the tips of your toes, and Leo could not find it more adorable.

Donnie outs his brother almost immediately. “It was Leo’s idea.”

Mikey’s parading around the kitchen with oven mitts on. “We’re baking pumpkin bread too!”

“Also Leo’s idea!” Donnie interjects, sliding his way over.

“And we managed to swap tickets for the forest hay ride,” April announces buoyantly from her seat, picking at the bowl of kettle corn in the centre of the table. You’d tried for those tickets initially but they’d been completely sold out so you’d had to settle for the farm route instead.

You’re about to ask how they managed to swing that when:

“Leo was on the phone with them for over an hour…” Donnie volunteers.

Raph, who’s sitting on the floor hunched over a pumpkin and getting a head start on carving offers yet another headline of terrific news: “Oh! And we’re VIP tonight. Drinks are free and we get to judge the costume contest.”

Leo’s hand wraps its way over Donnie’s mouth before the boy can so much as inhale. “I think she gets it,” he bites out through gritted teeth.

Even behind Leo’s hand-muzzle, Donnie looks entirely too smug.

Raph and April glance at you, grinning from ear to ear. Judging by this reaction, you’d say your expression has to be somewhere between awed and flabbergasted.

You don’t know what to say.

April helps you out. “Donnie’s being annoying about it but, yeah, Leo really does deserve all the credit for this.”

You watch Leo’s head turn mechanically in her direction, the stiffest grin etched into his face. It takes everything in you not to laugh. It’s strange, though. Leo’s the type to seek credit even where it’s not due so this feels suspiciously out of character.

“Oh, Leonardo…” you singsong jubilantly. “Might I have a word?”

His gaze whips up at you and he nods, shyer than you know him to be.

“Don’t take too long!” Mikey calls, removing the pan from the oven as you branch off to another room. “It’s better when it’s still warm!”

You end up in the projector room near the pile of pumpkins you’re set to carve today. Leo sucks in a pitted breath but you start before he can.

“I don’t even know how to thank you. You didn’t have to do all this.”

Leo’s shoulders come up to his jaw and fall back down slowly. “I wanted to make up for what happened. And I know you love Halloween so…”

“That’s insanely thoughtful, Leo. Thank you.”

“Oh, and I made sure Donnie caught the guy. Saw the pictures with my own two eyeballers. They were gorgeous, by the way, as always, but they have been eradicated from that perv's cellular device along with his entire camera roll and every password, contact, song, and app." He gives you a little bow. Theatrics are always in full bloom with him. It makes you smile. "We also may have leaked his bank information online but that's because Donnie's cynical and I have no self-control.”

“How am I supposed to return this kind of favour, huh? I’m gonna be buying you pizza for the rest of my life.”

Leo waves you off before picking up a pumpkin. You do the same, mostly to give yourself something to fidget with.

“You could… uh, go on a date with me instead. Like a… yeah, a date.”

Your head tilts to the side. You’ve always felt there might be something more between the two of you but you weren’t confident either of you would ever act on it. It’s hard to tell if he’s being sincere now.

You venture an answer: “One measly date in exchange for a whole weekend of fun? You’re not making this a very tough decision.”

Leo smirks at you, lip caught by his teeth. “Then say yes.”

“Yes. On one condition.”

“Anything.”

“I get to plan it. You’ve done so much, let me take this one.”

Leo slumps in relief and nods at you, eyes filled with stars. You giggle and tap your pumpkin to his, an extra pep in your step as you start off on a walk back to the others.

The rest of the weekend might just be the greatest of, like, your whole freaking life. It’s impossibly fun and chaotic, and you go home each night with your cheeks hurting from smiling so wide and your throat raw from laughter.

Everything is wonderfully spooky and delightfully festive and, come Monday night, you and Leo spend a rooftop dinner on a decorative picnic blanket mottled with broomsticks and pointy hats. You laugh and chat and cling wine glasses together, watching the sun go down and the streets below fill with costumes. Later, you’ll hand out candy and watch family-friendly classics but, for now, you dither in the wind and kiss underneath the stars.

***

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