Carnival/Fall Festival
dogman!Leon S. Kennedy x fem!reader - SFW
warnings: hybrid au, fluff, teasing
not proofread ✌️
“C’mon, you’ll love it!” you grin at Leon, squeezing your clasped hands.
He frowns out at the crowded park, nose scrunching cutely with his ears cocked back.
“Too many smells,” he grouches right before a little sneeze overtakes him, making you giggle.
He sniffles and glares over at you, “You said this was gonna be fun.”
You tug his hand and he walks slowly next to you.
“It will be,” you assure him, “it’ll be good for you to get out and take in some of the seasonal fun.”
He rolls his eyes but his ears relax; the grip on your hand tightens minutely but you only smile at him in response.
Making sure to stay away from the overly crowded booths, especially the goldfish game with its swarm of kids, you take in the festive atmosphere. It turns out to be a really relaxing time with Leon at the local harvest carnival.
Once the sun sets, the temperature drops and a lot of the family groups head home for the night. The park’s littered with couples and teenagers out to enjoy the festivities, but the rowdiness dies down thankfully. It’s quiet enough that Leon feels comfortable with exploring more booths, pointing out foods or games he’d like to try.
You split a funnel cake, but an unfortunate incident with a stranger bumping into Leon’s back leads to your grouchy dogman wearing most of it on his face with you giggling behind your hand.
To your surprise, instead of being frustrated, Leon just grins at you before yanking you to him so he can rub his face against yours, smearing the sticky treat all over you both.
“Leon!” You squeal, trying to pull away but his broad arms hold you tight to his chest as his stubbled jaw scrapes your soft cheek, leaving behind powdered sugar and strawberry syrup.
“S’only fair, little owner,” his voice rumbles in his chest.
He finally lets you go and you pull back with a pout.
“Now we’re both gonna have to shower when we get home.”
A little smirk crosses his face, “Sounds like a fun time to me.”
You duck your head, chest feeling hot. He grabs your hand and tugs you toward the parking lot, a turnaround of your earlier entrance.
“The faster we get home, the quicker we can shower, right little owner?”
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I’m going to try Witchtober Season 3!
The first prompt is “Witches’ Fall Festival” so I decided to move outside of my usual style for some art exploration! Might need to turn up the brightness though.
I am the artist! Do not post without permission & credit! Thank you! Come visit me over on: instagram.com/ellenartistic or tiktok: @ellenartistic
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A Word on Halloween
(non-Christian readers, you might not get this, but if you want to ask questions then do it please!)
The important thing to remember on Halloween is that it ends. I will elaborate.
For most pagan and historical celebrations, or feasts, or whatever you want to call it, the reason for having the holiday is directly tied with the season of nature they're in.
People started thinking about death and what comes afterward, across all cultures, at this time of year...because all the leaves and plants that make the food die at this time of year. Death and the process of dying is everywhere, and there's no snow around yet to cover it quietly up.
So people started thinking about death. They started giving thanks for what they had, because the harvest was in, sure, but there's that alternate to thankfulness--fear that it's not enough, that one day we'll die like the leaves around us, like all things do. So they came up with their pagan and Catholic ideas about how to view death and think about it as rightly as they could during the season of death.
Just like how people started making monster stories, especially like Frankenstein or Clemence Houseman's "The Were-Wolf" to warn people of evil. To see that death is scary, and it can be (and it's very existence is) a consequence of a misstep, of hubris, of evil, of not seeing the world the way it actually is.
Think about it, all you literati.
Frankenstein was written in this response to the horrors wrought by the Enlightenment. "If the world's just a machine that God wound up, He must just be stepping back and letting it work itself into oblivion; God's not necessary for it to keep running." Then came Frankenstein. What if the "creator" started up a machine--not a world, but a Created Being--and then just...stepped back? Couldn't control it? Couldn't even understand what he'd done until it was too late and the Created Being is a Monster. And it follows him. And it eats his life and love alive.
Go forward 80 years--Clemence Houseman writes "The Were-Wolf." Two brothers live happily with their family, adoring one another, until a mysterious stranger appears. She emanates danger, but the stronger brother can't see that because she's beautiful, and he's lured out of the house to be preyed upon, not by a beautiful woman, but by a Were-Wolf in human form. The weaker brother sets out to try and save him, and is brutally attacked, not by the Monster, but by his brother who loves It.
You know what the point of the best Monster stories are?
The Monster dies. In Frankenstein, the knowledge of his mistake in creating the Creature causes him to eventually act, not step back, and try to right his wrongs--and though he dies trying, he's beautified in the process, while the Monster is made more miserable and disappears. In the Were-Wolf it's even better--the weaker brother ignores the stronger brother's betrayal and saves him by sacrificing himself, and it's his pure love that slays the Monster.
It's something pure, sacrificing, that kills the monster in all the old stories.
Because we're eternal beings, created by a Creator who did not wind us up and then step back--He sees that we choose to die and we twist up, but He made a way to fix what's broken and bring us back to life the right way.
He allows the death in the Autumn--but He made Spring, too. He kills the monsters we create.
So when Halloween pops up remember the significance and try to think that it's just one chapter of a story that the Holidays tell. This is the Chapter where everything gets dark and monsters pop up. But the next Chapter is the one where we hang on in the cold for the sun and the hope--Christmas. And it comes. And then in the Spring He kills the monsters and brings us back to life--Easter.
See, humanity used to associate seasons with the deeper questions of reality: then we made celebratory holidays to try and think about those realities the right way.
Let's get away from the commercialism and get back to that. Yes, there are monsters--most often we create them or we are them or they deceive us. Yes, death exists--all things die. But the monsters die, too, and the humans get to come back.
Christmas is the best holiday. Halloween is my favorite holiday. Look the monsters in the teeth and say, "I used to be like that, but I won't always be!"
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