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gameraboy2 · 7 months

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Betty Boop's Hallowe'en Party (1933)

#my gif #Betty Boop's Hallowe'en Party #1933 #1930s #halloween #jack o'lantern #gif #gifs #film #movie #vintage

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animahub · 2 years

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Jack O'Lantern Billy & Mandy's Jacked-Up Halloween

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adventurelandia · 2 years

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The Nightmare Before Christmas (1993)

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thathalloweenyfeeling · 6 months

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Happy Halloween!

#halloween #jack o' lantern #jack o lantern #jack o'lantern #pumpkins #2022 #my photo #my post

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undertale-writing-times · 6 months

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🎃 with Cross, please!

"Y/n, I think you might be going overboard with how many pumpkins you have. I know the castle is big, but isn't this a bit much?" Cross asks, looking over all the pumpkins that you brought back to Dream's place.

You look at him, squint, then stick your tongue out at him, "Don't talk like that. You're wrong." you stab your knife into the top of the pumpkin, cutting at it. "I would have gotten more if the lady at the store didn't look at me weird."

"Yes, how dare she stare at you weird while you're buying 20 pumpkins." Cross crosses his arms over his chest then laughs and walks over to help cut another one. "At least we can keep the seeds… why do humans do this again?" You smile and start to explain the legend of the jack o'lantern and why you guys do this.

He nods along, listening and interested. This was pretty neat!

#Xtale #Xtale Sans #Cross #Cross Sans #Halloween #jack o'lantern #pumpkin carvings #Cute #undertale alternate universe #undertale ask blog #undertale alternate timeline #undertale au #undertale imagines #undertale headcanons

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diabolicjeans · 1 year

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#Jack O'Lantern #jackolantern #Halloween #halloween decorations #halloween decor #halloween town #Jack Skellington #jackskellington #Pumpkin #pumpkins #pumpkin carving #london #uk

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acmeoop · 2 years

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Trap ‘O Lanterns “Scare Happy Slappy” (1994)

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necroticboop · 7 months

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🎃 Jack O'Lantern neon sign [x]

#neon light #neon sign #pumpkin #halloween #orange #jack o'lantern #jack o lantern #it's only like $13 on amazon. i need him.#✦ gifs

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averyqueerhalloween · 2 years

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You live once, time doesn't matter and holidays are made up.

Go ahead.

Put up your Halloween decorations.

🎃🧡💚💜🖤👻

#halloween #autumn #fall #october #happy halloween #pumpkins #all hallows eve #september #fall aesthetic #november #august #halloween decor #jack o'lantern

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gameraboy2 · 2 years

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Over the Garden Wall (2014), “Hard Times at the Huskin' Bee”

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rhetthammersmithhorror · 1 year

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Jack-O | 1995

#Jack-O #Catherine Walsh #Steve Latshaw #practical effects #90s horror #monster movie #regional horror #Florida horror #Fred Olen Ray #halloween #Pumpkinhead #jack o'lantern #jacko #jack o lantern #horror #Hammersmith Horror

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how-masterful · 2 years

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31 Fics of Fright

Day 19- Carving Comforts

Simm!Master X Reader

Prompt: Jack o’Lantern

Notes: I tried not to infodump on the history of pumpkins in this one- luckily Simm isn’t about that type of thing! Plus, I can never resist an Elvira reference. I also can’t believe we’re almost at 20 days of these fics!

Warnings: None

Pumpkin guts splattered into the large metal mixing bowl on the counter. You tapped the oversized dessert spoon on the rim of the bowl, the last orange tendrils and hard seeds rocketing off of its curved surface. Placing the spoon back down within your laid out arsenal and reclaiming the kitchen knife from its place upon the towel, you returned to disembowel your pumpkin.

Across the table the Master was grinning to himself, eagerly swiping at the insides of his huge pumpkin with a blade. You supposed he’d be the type to enjoy the carnage of such a task. Mostly, however, you were just glad he’d agreed to join you.

Candles sat lit on the various surfaces, the roaring flame of the fire flickering wildly in the hearth. The vinyl hummed an old tune, its warm crackles filling the air with that indescribable feeling of everything just being right. How you adored these moments, the Master indulging in the smallest of gestures that made your love for the Timelord swell exponentially. He’d at first been apprehensive, rolling his eyes as you dragged him out of the TARDIS to trapse around some stupid farm, walking up and down rows of various garishly orange vegetables, with the intention of massacring them from the inside out and carving a face into their rump.

That was, until you’d explained it to him exactly like that- a violent ritual to enjoy with his love. It also helped when you’d made a joke about being like Elvira, having two big pumpkins, and he’d immediately stared at your chest- rather than the gargantuan orange beasts at your feet. He could be awfully crass when he wanted to. Sometimes he truly was a caricature of villainy, and others he’d decimate entire planets without a care. You were still working remarkably hard to figure out exactly where he drew that line in the sand.

The Master tapped his pumpkin guts into the equally as large bowl by his side, looking down at his pumpkin with pursed lips. You watched him, smiling as he rotated the round vegetable and inspected its lumps and bumps, trying to find the most even side to focus on. It was comforting to see him so out of his own head. Perhaps he felt the same.

“Do you know where the whole pumpkin thing came from?”

You asked, scraping down at the edge of your pumpkin.

The Master looked up, returning to carve at the interior.

“It’s Irish, isn’t it? Your human version is, anyway.”

“There are alien pumpkins?” You asked, placing down your knife upon the towel. The Master nodded, scraping his knife across the orange flesh.

“Well, pumpkinish. The Hervoken, centuries old, had big skinny bodies and these fat heads. Sort of looked like a pumpkin, you could say. Had the whole science that looks like magic thing down perfectly.”

This was something you adored- when the Master decided to tell you stories. You often wondered what incredible things the Master had seen in his lifetimes. He seemed to have a never ending barrel of stories to tell.

“Evil bastards, really. Totally beats the human version, old Jack and his magical Satan turnip.”

Dissolving into giggles, you scooped another lump of pumpkin guts into your bowl.

“Don't forget the guiding of the spirits and banishing of evil.”

The Master looked down at the pumpkin, raising his eyebrows expectantly. After a while he looked back towards you, wearing a typical smug look.

“Well, I’m still here.”

“No silly, you first have to carve the face, then place the light inside, then it acts like a ward-”

“Will you just butcher that pumpkin? You and your abracadabra, I swear.”

At that, you returned back to your pumpkin- smiling down as you emptied the last of the guts from its interior, hearing the Master’s muttered grumblings as he finished up his job. You’d picked three pumpkins that day, two to carve and one to make a pie out of. You’d yet to actually make one, only seeing endless recipes for gorgeous looking pies online, but you thought you’d give it a go. Besides, you had possibly the only kitchen that would simply refuse to set itself on fire.

It soon became time to carve the face, and you’d planned your idea out perfectly. You’d taken inspiration from a creature you’d encountered not long ago- a hideous beast with prominent bottom fangs, a mangled nose with four nostrils, one eye that bulged out of its head and another that sunk deep into a small pinprick like bead. Its skin flapped and wrinkled like a soggy piece of clothing, its glower enough to send a chill down anybody's spine. You would have pitied it, had it not tried to dismember you. Turning it into a pumpkin would be the least awful thing you could retort with. You worked skilfully with the knife- cutting each intricate line that you’d drawn out with a pen. At one point you’d dug too wide, but had covered it with another layer of skin wrinkle. The creature deserved no pumpkin mercy, you thought.

You’d both carved in silence, the occasional banter between you, but the main air had been one of focus- it was interesting to see the Master work so carefully, so invested in what he was trying to do. Not even a glimpse he’d spare you, leaving you completely in the dark about what he was carving. Not until he was finally done.

With a sigh of completion, you presented your pumpkin to the now finished Master, who tilted his head and nodded approvingly. He chuckled at the fine details, admiring your decision to make a mockery of a threat. You beamed, eagerly lighting the tealight inside to observe the lit design. It was a thing of beauty, its ugliness amplified tenfold by the candles glow.

The Master had already lit the candle inside of his, slowly rotating the pumpkin around to proudly display the face.

You gasped, leaning in closer to admire his design. It was a horrifying skull, its eyes protruding and wide, its teeth bared and growling. He’d carved notches and scruff of peeling flesh into the rind of the pumpkin, a large hood shadowing the skeletons face. You had to hand it to him- it really was terrifying.

“Wow, Master that’s incredible. How did you come up with something so terrifying?”

The Masters face fell, eyes burning with a serious glare.

“It’s a self-portrait from my youth.” He said dryly, tone flat and furious.

You stared at the pumpkin with thin lips, before returning to the Master’s judgemental eyes. You watched him, ready for whatever chaos was about to unfold, until you saw the smallest quirk of his mouth corner. At that you fell into laughter, the Timelord chuckling as you gasped for breath.

The pumpkins took pride of place as they flanked the fireplace later that night. The monster and the Master both guarding that same flickering flame upon the hearth, the echoes of your laughter flying deep into the dark.