#hauntober returns

[vera-deville]

Vera's Hauntober 2023

Day 11 - Nightmare (Malleus Draconia)

10/09/2023 - 10/11/2023

Pairing: Malleus Draconia x Reader

Word Count: 358

Warnings: Nightmares, vague spoilers for Book 7 (?)

Gender: GN

Taglist: @animusicnerd, @leonistic, @pyroxeene, @savanaclaw1996, @thequeenoffishburrito, @ellssbellss, @reshi-galaxy, @hanafubukki, @hitoshislover, @purplecandything, @it-happened-one-fic

With a dramatic heave, Malleus bolted upfront from his bed. It was a horrible dream. He had seen him, except, it didn't really feel like him. It felt like someone had uncomfortably possessed his body, leaving no room for his mind to break free from its shackles.

It couldn't have been him. That's not who he was. That's not who he wanted to be.

Though he had waken up from his nightmare, the immense suffocation he felt wouldn't go away. He tried reaching for the glass of water besides his bed stand, but accidentally dropped it, watching as the glass shattered into multiple pieces in slow motion.

He needed to get out of here.

Blindly, Malleus escaped the confines of his room, heading towards some reaction. He didn't know where he was going, he wasn't even aware of what he was doing. But the farther he got from his dorm, the less he felt the unbearable suffocation.

It was near the Ramshackle dorm that he finally felt some relief and could finally breathe normally again.

Wait, Ramshackle?

Y/N awoke to the feeling of being nudged gently. At first, they couldn't be bothered to wake up, assuming that it was Grim. But the figure kept nudging them, and they had no choice but to wake up.

Their eyes widened when they realized that it was Malleus.

He didn't look like his normal composed self. He looked like he'd run a marathon. He looked like he had been stranded on a desert with no water to quench his thirst.

Y/N immediately felt their sleep wash away and jumped forward from their bed. They circled their arms around Malleus, closing the distance between the two of them. Slowly, but surely, Malleus succumbed to their touch, allowing them to thread their fingers through his hair, not unlike a spider web.

There weren't much words needed. It was simply an individual comforting another. They didn't need context. They didn't need reasons. They just needed to be there for each other.

And so the two fell asleep, Malleus finally returning to his original mental state, and finding the comfort he so craved.

Author's Note: Sorry this fic was a little shorter (like drabble-level short) than usual I was too lazy. I was going to go a lot more in depth about the book 7 spoilers, but then I decided to just vaguely cover that for the readers who don't know enough about the spoilers yet. Besides, I wanted to focus more on the hurt/comfort (it's my first time writing for this genre).

Also, did you notice that I used my usual 3rd person point of view again? As much as I wanted to try the new 2nd pov style again, it was already new ground writing a hurt/comfort fic.

OH MY GOD I HAD SCHEDULED THE TIME WHEN I'D POST THIS BUT THEN GOT BUSY AND IT GOT POSTED WITHOUT ME EVER FINISHING IT-

I am not proud of this, but I still needed to get over it, so here we are. T-T

See you in the next fic!

Masterlist Hauntober 2023 Masterlist

#hauntober #vera's hauntober 2023 #twisted wonderland #twst wonderland #twst #malleus draconia #twst malleus #malleus #malleus draconia x reader #malleus x reader #nightmare #bad dreams #book 7 spoilers #hurt/comfort #angst #fluff #comfort #reader #y/n #you #vera deville #the marchioness #2023

[ramblesanddragons]

Spooky Time Writing

I always tend to write a lot during the spooky season. If you're bored tonight I have some delightful haunts I mean prompts to read.

Hauntober: Mostly Poetry based on the given prompts.

Hauntober Returns: Four short spooky stories.

A Ghost Story: The Madrigal Family has a bit of a ghost problem.

Truest Thoughts: Lines up with the Oct. 31st Dracula Daily entry. Mina is struggling.

Happy Halloween!! 🎃

#halloween #encanto #dracula daily

[orangepanic]

New Fic: The Cabin

With HUGE thanks to the organizers of this amazing event, here is my submission for the final @avatar-hauntober prompt: Haunted Houses.

Title: The Cabin Relationships: Korra & Tarrlok Rating: T Summary: Korra returns to the cabin where Tarrlok once held her prisoner. It is not as empty as she believed it to be.

#korra #tarrlok #tlok #fanfic #avatar hauntober #haunted houses

[arctosv]

Hauntober Prompt 2: Leaves

Leaf Me Alone

A cool breeze runs through the air as the sky begins to cloud up overhead. A duo nearby can be heard bickering in a backyard. One sounded annoyed as the other poked fun, clearly enjoying himself.

“For the last time, I’ve already told you I’m not carving pumpkins in my house Burnie! I don’t want that disgusting orange shit everywhere, I’ll never get all of it up!” A disgruntled man shouts, slightly annoyed at his current company as he stops raking a pile of leaves.

“Gus, it takes five minutes to clean up and you’re done, this is going to take much longer dude! You’re clearly missing the Halloween spirit” The other man exclaimed, gesturing towards the yard scattered with leaves as he tried to hide the smile creeping on his face from riling up his friend.

Gus rolled his eyes, clearly exasperated at the situation before leaning his rake against a nearby tree, “I’m not going to argue with you about it, just finish up that pile and while I go grab the bags.” Turning away as he headed inside with a loud sigh.

A few minutes later the man returned back outside with trash bags in hand, the other half of his duo nowhere to be soon, “probably ditched to go get some beers,” Gus rolled his eyes, annoyed, but not entirely unhappy at the idea of getting some drinks. Reaching down he pulled an orange bag out, opening it up and shoving a handful of leaves inside as he mumbled to himself.

After finishing up his current bag he began work on the next pile of leaves. A few small handfuls later he saw something shining in the sunlight, slowly leaning in to get a better look he reached for it.

“Ahh!” A shape screamed from beneath the leaves as it burst out from under its cover, Gus screamed loudly as he fell back onto a pile of leaves, as the now emerged shape began to laugh loudly. A stream of curses began to escape Gus’s lips as he shook his head before pulling himself off the ground.

“You’re an asshole, you know that?” Gus states as he tries to regain composure from his minor heart attack and resume cleaning up the leaf piles.

“Oh come on, you know I got you good dude.” Burnie boasted with a cheeky smile plastered across his face. Gus would deny it repeatedly as they finished up the yard, but there was an amused smile on his face too after a while.

A short while later they stood in the front yard admiring their handiwork. “Y'know, I’ll be the first to admit it, but these shitty orange pumpkin leaf bags aren’t half bad.” Burnie spoke with a grin looking over at his friend. Gus lifted his beer in agreement as the two clinked glasses.

AO3 Link

#achievement hunter #rooster teeth #fanfic #gus sorola #burnie burns #hauntober #ragehappy

[mildlylesbian]

A Twinkle In The Void [Hauntober #9]

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Hauntober Day 9: Stars

Characters: Eimir, Felicity 

Words: 789

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Eimir had long since forgotten what realm she had come from, or why she had been imprisoned in the void. Bits and pieces of fractured memories would return to her in sparatice patterns, each one hung from a string just out of reach. Taunting her with false promises of the life she once had.

If she sat long enough she could recall many things, the feeling of wet clothes hanging from her frail bones, why were they wet? Hands running through her hair, who’s? Stars.. The memories of stars had always been the worst, always given her the least to hold onto. She thinks she may have gazed upon them once, naming patterns with two others.

Who were the others? She did not have an answer for that. No matter how long she had thought, the faces and voices of the two she gazed with remained a mystery. She would often catch a glimpse of strawberry hair tangled with flowers, or arms made from bark, but never anything more. No matter how long she forced herself to think of them, she could never create an image of them within her mind.

And so eventually she stopped. Stopped thinking of the stars. Of her friends, of her home. It had become far too painful to think of anything at all, so she simply didn’t. Not thinking was far easier, far safer. Soon she simply let time move around her, ageing her and making the memories she was once desperate to hold onto slip from her mind. She didn’t know how long she had laid in the same spot before she was stirred.

The sound of screaming was slow to register, even slower to make her react. Staggering to her legs which had long since numbed from lack of use, she scanned her void. Empty. No one else is here. She had thought, the screaming becoming a distant memory in her already overflowing reservar as she laid down once more.

But the screaming hadn’t stopped, and as the hours drew on it turned from the uncoordinated shrieks of a wounded animal into screams more akin to those of humanoids, and as they changed Eimir couldn’t help but listen.

“Joe!”

The voice called out, warily at first as though testing that the void would not leap out and devour them whole at their intrusion. Realising that it would not, the voice became louder, more frantic, an animal replicating humanoid speech as they searched for something. Someone.

It had been longer than Eimir could remember since she had heard someone speak, let alone another aside from herself. So it only made sense that she did not recognize what the person was saying at first, but as time moved on the voice continued gears turned and a thought formed in a brain collecting cobwebs.

They are calling a name. She thought. But who? Perhaps it was one of the people from her memories, one of the people she hadn’t been allowed to remember. No, it had been far too long for them to still be alive.

“Joe!”

They were closer, their footsteps echoing across the barrenness of nowhere. And they listened. They listened for what may have been years, the voice repeating the same name over and over, echoing across the emptiness and into Eimirs ears. Eventually she blocked it out, as she had done with all things before it.

Then she felt something touch her. She had not heard the voice approach, had not felt them inch towards her, had not noticed as they reached out to touch her face. Her body leapt from its position, eyes flying open as she turned to look at the voice, now a person in front of her.

They were hunched where she had been laying, their dark pigmented hand still outstretched. Slowly, they retracted it and brought it to their nightgown, their green eyes following Eimir with care as she backed away further. Where do I go? She thought, knowing it wasn’t likely she could run considering the humanoid elf could clearly see them in the unobstructed abyss.

“Hello, I’m Felicity.”

Felicity. Eimir turned the name over in her head, stopping her attempt to run and hide as she stared into the humanoid's eyes. Her eyes reminded her of someone, but who? She pondered it for a moment, the humanoid staying where they had begun with a patient smile before Eimir opened her mouth. 

A cough escaped, as though her lungs were clearing dust from her vocal cords after years of silence. She coughed once more, and the humanoid was beside her patting her back and asking such strange questions. It took a moment for Eimir to regain herself before she spoke.

“Have you seen stars?”

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Feed back and helpful critque is welcome! I’m using Hauntober as an oppertunity to branch out my writing style, for this oneshot I decided to practice writing inner termoil and dialogue. It got a bit sloppy near the end due to a headache, apologies.

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#hauntober #prompt: stars #repressed memories #forgotten memories #creative writing #oneshot #critique welcome

[tee]

Preparations for the seance are going beautifully.

#hauntober returns #“boo” — coppy

[fandom]

Hauntober Returns: Week 4

Welcome to Week Four. We're quickly approaching the moon’s apex and the end of Hauntober’s return—our month-long prompt challenge. By now, you’ve no doubt begun to feel a change in the air. Mornings are colder, the days are shorter, and it’s finally time to seek solace in a hot cup of tea as the leaves turn familiar shades of red and yellow. We encourage you to take a long, lingering look at the bottom of your mug and be inspired by what the tea leaves have revealed. But beware of the shadowy figures that move just beyond the banks of fog. You have been warned. We cast ~🍂🌲🎃~ for your prompts…

The air is crisp with the first frost of the season and something else…

OR

Your hot drink is stirring itself.

...and look forward to both the cozy and the cold among your responses!

#hauntober returns #week 4 #halloween

[alexdespell]

The moon blinked, and that was only the very beginning.

#hauntober returns #hauntober #basil x ratigan #basil/ratigan #basil of baker street #ratigan #the great mouse detective

[gallavich-forever]

The air is crisp with the first frost of the season, and something else:

Ah it’s Jack getting ready for Halloween! There he is there he goes!

#nightmare before christmas #jack the pumpkin king #halloween #hauntober returns

[alexversenaberrie]

It’s the beginning of October. A stranger emerges from the forest…

…it could end only in one way.

#hauntober returns #doctor who #creepy #13th doctor #10th doctor #hauntober #tenth doctor #thirteenth doctor #eleventh doctor #death #not sorry #halloween

[vera-deville]

Vera's Hauntober 2023

Day 3 - Tea (Lucifer)

09/16/2023 - 09/18/2023

Pairing: Lucifer x Reader

Word Count: 434

Warnings: Reader drinks scalding hot tea on accident, but that's it!

Gender: Gender Neutral

Taglist: @animusicnerd, @leonistic, @pyroxeene, @savanaclaw1996, @thequeenoffishburrito, @ellssbellss, @reshi-galaxy, @hanafubukki, @hitoshislover

A defeated sigh escaped Lucifer's lips as Y/N slid into the seat across from him, a huge grin on their face.

"Y/N," Lucifer greeted dryly, lips pursed as he watched the mortal in front of him. There's a moment of silence where Y/N analyzes his features before lacing their fingers together.

"Oh wipe that pout off your face," Y/N said, studying the demon from behind their shades. "You know you'll end up thanking me anyways."

"I won't," Lucifer replied, frown beginning to etch onto his face. "But you're welcome to try anything you'd like."

And with that, Y/N flagged down a waiter, and ordered drinks for the both of them. Two very specific drinks. Two very specific drinks that also happened to be the reason why Lucifer was sat in a cafe in the Human Realm against his will in the beginning of Autumn.

Pumpkin Spiced Lattes.

Just thinking about the flavoring made Lucifer grimace. Based on the countless ramblings, courtesy of Y/N, he assumed the drinks to be far too sweet for his tastes. What's more, it's pumpkin flavoring. How could that possibly taste good?

Some time passed by and Lucifer realized that there was another reason why he disliked Pumpkin Spiced Lattes. They take far too long to make. It was beginning to grate on his nerves, but unfortunately, there was nothing he could do. Sometimes, he truly regretted making a pact with a mortal human that couldn't keep themselves out of trouble from day 1.

Eventually though, the Pumpkin Spiced Lattes arrived, and Y/N could only watch Lucifer's reaction through bated breath (while sipping on their own latte, mind you-).

Slurp.

"It is..." Lucifer began.

"It's what Luci?" Y/N asked.

"It is...as I thought. Downright terrible, disgusting, I never want to put it in my mouth ever again."

Sighing, Y/N merely took Lucifer's latte out of his side of the table and brought it next to their own. More for them, they supposed.

This time, Lucifer flagged down the waiter from earlier. "Yes, hello. I would like to order the," Lucifer peered down at the menu that seemed to have materialized into this hands out of nowhere. "Honeysuckle Hot Cider Herbal Tea, please."

Within minutes, the waiter returned with Lucifer's choice of beverage, and he looked quite proud, seeing that his drink did not take much time at all to make. Turning to where Y/N sat, sipping two lattes at a time now (because the mortal was insane), Lucifer said, "Now that's a desirable beverage. No pumpkin. Enough spice. No latte."

Author's Note: And that's the fourth day of Hauntober for you! I've gotta say, I personally find Lucifer hating pumpkin flavored things with a burning passion rather humorous. Slightly unprecedented, but somehow still in character, no?

See you in the next fic!

Masterlist Hauntober 2023 Masterlist

#hauntober #vera's hauntober 2023 #obey me shall we date #obey me #shall we date #obey me swd #omswd #lucifer #obey me lucifer #lucifer x reader #obey me lucifer x reader #tea #pumpkin spice #pumpkin spiced latte #autumn #fluff #reader #y/n #vera deville #the marchioness #2023

[ramblesanddragons]

Your hot drink is stirring itself.

You watch in shock as it does so and resist the screaming in your head telling you to run. You resist calling your partner because that would be admitting that they were right, and the place was haunted. They were right of course but you’d deal with the playful “I told you so” later. You have to focus on the right now. It takes several deep breaths before you decide how you’re going to handle this.

You start by clearing your throat and the stirring stops, the spoon dropping onto the saucer with a clatter.

“Um hello?”

No response.

“Hey, I didn’t scare you off, did I? Look I just want to talk.”

The radio in the kitchen buzzes and you follow the sound. You adjust the dial until you hear the faintest of noises.

“He-o”

“Hi there. So, turns out my spouse was right. Go figure. Do you have a name? I feel bad just calling you The Ghost.”

The radio buzzed. “Martha.”

“I guess you know our names by now. I’m sorry if we’re disturbing you.”

You got a bit of non-descript static in response. The worse thing they’ve done so far is they keep moving where you keep the bread. A few doors have shut too but it’s less slamming and more a gentle push.

“Is there a way that we can make our stay here better for you? Because this...this place is all we can afford. The housing market was a nightmare. I think I know why we got a semi-decent price on this place now.”

“L-lonely,” Martha said.

“Oh, we can fix that. I’m working from home right now. Probably will be for a while. We can hang out when I’m not on a call.”

“Do...ou..lke..scrab...?”

“Do I like... scrabble? I love scrabble.” You picked up the radio and placed it on the table next to your laptop. There was a sound almost like a relieved laugh. “Let me go get my game.”

#hauntober returns #my writing #ghosts

[decaffeinatedenthusiastmusic]

spoopy timeeeee

Prompt:

It’s the beginning of October. A stranger emerges from the forest. (includes characters from the DSMP-)

TW: Mentions of needles, Blood, Angst, Fluff, Platonic Relationship

Phil was a tough man. He'd been through a lot in the past couple of years. With having been through several wars, he wasn't scared of much anymore either. Currently, he was wishing he was in the warmth of a house near a fireplace or wrapped under a blanket with a cup of hot tea, but no. Here he was, trudging through the snow towards Techno's house. He'd thought about flying, of course. That was impossible though, seeing as he’d managed to want to go visit Techno during the middle of a snowstorm. He sighed, stopping for a moment to look how far he was from the house. It was so cold, he just wanted to get inside. Looking up, Phil noticed that the storm wasn’t stopping soon, and decided to head towards the forest, hoping for some cover from the storm. As he reached the treeline, he noticed something on the edges of the pine needles that surrounded him. It was blood, a deep red and flowing like a small river through the side of the tree. It was still fresh, which was odd. He brushed it off, thinking that Techno or Tommy might be hunting in the forest. Hunting during a snowstorm? Not the ideal conditions...and besides, he knew there was food in the house. Phil gathered a bit of wood for a fire and followed the red trail in front of him. He was getting an odd feeling about the situation. Fear mixed with worry. What if it was Tommy and Dream had found him? What if he’d been attacked by mobs? Going back to the edge of the treeline, he curled up underneath one of the larger pine trees and started a small fire, glad to be able to at least warm his hands. He knew he shouldn’t be afraid and that even though it was the month of Halloween, Tommy could be playing a prank on him. A chill crawled up his spine, but not from the cold. A noise came from around him, the crunching of leaves and pine needles faint in the underbrush of the forest. Immediately he put the fire out, fighting instincts taking over as he pulled out his sword. The noise was coming closer, and Phil was running through the possibilities. It could just be an elaborate prank or even a mob, but the footsteps were coming closer and fast. As he reached to grab his overcoat from the ground, he felt a large hand on his shoulder. He yelled in surprise and spun around, swinging his sword at his attacker before he realized who it was. Techno was standing with a hand in the air in surrender, the other clutching his side as blood stained the shirt he was wearing, dripping to the ground. “Oh- Hey Phil.” He said, now holding his side with both hands. “Techno? We need to get you home- You’re bleeding everywhere mate..” Phil sighs, glad that it was just the piglin hybrid and not anyone else. “And you’re half-frozen to death. I’ve got a torch on me if you can carry it.” He suggests, handing the blonde the torch with a slightly bloodied hand. “Thanks, mate,” Phil said, offering a small smile as he gently, helping his friend lean on his shoulder. The walk back was slow and bone-chilling. By the time they reached the front door, Techno had started to limp and his bleeding was worse. His wolves gathered around him, whining worriedly as Phil opened the door and dragged him to the couch. He sat the other down carefully and grabbed a kit he kept by the door in case of emergencies. While he was up, he decided to grab some blankets to keep them warm. He walked back quickly and crouched near Techno, undoing the latch on the kit he grabbed. “I need to lift your arm.” He says, carefully reaching towards the other’s arm, only receiving a tired nod and a pained noise. Phil grabbed a pair of scissors from the kit and cut the stained fabric away from the side of the wound before taking out a bottle of what looked like a cleaning solution, along with a needle and some medical thread. He put some of the liquid on a piece of cotton, looking up at Techno before lightly pressing it into the wound, applying pressure, and cleaning the wound. Techno tensed a bit but showed no pain on his face, the mask hiding his expression well enough for now. As Phil rifled through the kit, he sighed

before getting the needle and thread out and setting them on top of the box. “Sorry mate, there’s no numbing solution. Think you can manage?” He asks, threading the needle and making sure everything was ready. “It’s fine. Not like I can’t handle a little pain, Phil..” Techno grumbled, using his hand to steady himself on the couch. The blonde man slowly and carefully sewed the wound closed, feeling the other man tense every couple of minutes. His fatherly instincts were showing as he made Techno (albeit reluctantly) grab his hand. “I’m done now. I’m gonna get you a new shirt and redo your hair. What happened man?” Phil asked, standing to wash his hands, dress the wound, and get him into a new shirt. Grabbing a fresh leather tie, he gently undid the braid in Techno’s hair before running his hands through it. Even given the current conditions, it was still soft. “Well, it started as a mission to go hunting, but then the storm hit and I got stuck in a forest full of skeletons and zombies. One had a sword, end of the story.” He shrugged, relaxing a bit at the feel of hands in his hair. “I’m glad I found you when I did- or more like you found me, I guess.” Phil chuckled a bit, re-braiding Techno’s hair and tying it back again. “It’s late. We both need some sleep mate.” He sighed, starting to stand up until the hybrid grabbed his sleeve. “Could you stay? It’s cold. And I might need medicine later on.” He huffed, embarrassed to be asking. Not only was he THE Technoblade, but he was an adult. He should be fine on his own. But it had been a long day, and he was tired. “Sure. I’ll get you a cup of water.” Phil smiled a bit and fetched the other a cup of water, sitting next to him and wrapping them both in blankets. For once, there was peace and they were content. No war, no violence. Just warmth and care.

#hauntober returns #fluff #writing prompt #im bored #so have this lol #philza minecraft #dsmp #techno fluff #techno my beloved #techno dsmp #spooky #not really that scary haha #read the tws please! #lol school is kicking my butt rnnnn but also I love spoopy season

[gurlworldgod]

Kim Possible. Proud Family.

#2000s #90s #fashion #halloween #spooky #proud family #oscar proud #penny proud #kyla pratt #destinys child #beyonce #solange knowles #kim possible #shego kim possible #ron stoppable #christy carlson romano #boy meets world #nostalgia #childhood #hauntober returns #disney channel #disney

[arctosv]

Hauntober Prompt 1: Pumpkin

Life is Gourd

A scruffy man can be seen hunched over a kitchen island as he stabs an orange sphere repeatedly. A string of curses escape his lips as the knife slips from his hand and falls to the table with a clang.

“Don’t you know you’re supposed to cut away from yourself, Geoff?” Asks a concerned bearded man as he enters the room. Geoff turns his head over his shoulder and mimics the concerned man before sticking his tongue out at him in jest.

“Do you know how many pumpkins I’ve had to carve so far today? I’ve had to carve seven! Seven freaking pumpkins, Jack! I’m up to my ass in pumpkin guts and I’m losing my mind.” Geoff whines, pouting his face as he crosses his arms over his chest. Perking up slightly as Jack crosses the room and places down a brown paper bag on the island next to him. “Is this what I think it is?” He asks Jack, eyeing the greasy bag with piqued interest.

“You mean did your best friend pick up Torchy's Tacos? Then yes, yes I did.” Jack answers with a smirk on his face before speaking again as he grabs the back bag from the honing in Geoff, “Torchy's Tacos that you will not have unless you clean up, it looks like you got into a fight with a pumpkin and lost.” He chuckled to himself as Geoff sighed in an annoyed tone before leaving the room to wash up.

A few short moments later Jack had cleared up the pumpkin guts and various orange pieces strewn across the table and set down plates and drinks. Having just taken a seat himself as Geoff returned to the room, “Dude, you’ve got to help me finish carving something before I completely lose it. You don’t want to see me when a pumpkin has enraged me. Got it?” He demands as his seat is taken across the table from a bemused Jack.

“Whatever you say, just dig in before the food gets cold.” He replies with his eyebrow raised. “Besides, I've already got an idea in mind…” Jack trails off not wanting to spoil the surprise.

“As long as you don’t show me up I’m sure it’ll be nice as dicks dude.” Geoff retorts through mouthfuls of taco. Not much conversation is had as the two wolf down all the food on the table, leaving nothing behind but empty wrappers and drinks.

Once the greasy taco mess was cleaned up and replaced with some fresh pumpkin guts it only took an hour to finalize their designs and carve them out. The duo quickly scooped up their creations and carried them to the front desk before placing them down for all to see. The larger of the two pumpkins had a Tetromino block design carved into the front, while the other, a much rounder and squat pumpkin, had a very crude but recognizable melting popsicle design.

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#hauntober #rooster teeth #achievement hunter #geoff ramsey #jack pattillo #fanfic #ragehappy

[polyamorouspunk]

The Streets Are Empty And There Have Been Whispers About A Gathering In The Woods

#hauntober returns #hauntober 2021 #polyamorous punk #polyamory #polyam #polyamorous #polyamory colors #polyamory moodboard #moodboard #hauntober #spooky #Halloween #horror #occult #queer #haunted #spooky forest #witchcraft