#🍂October Memories

[arminsumi]

October Memories

Drabble / E. Jaeger

In rushed October; you were introduced to Eren's friend group, and memories were made between the two of you. By the end of the month, he got a big crush on you. So, he confesses to you by the lighthouse.

Cws; a smidge of angst (?), fluff, Eren looked at ur boobs this one time

Notes on Y/n; fem!bodied + fem!pronouns

Notes on this au; modern! + college! au

In October, you were introduced to Eren's friend group. As the month progressed, so did Eren's crush on you. All the October memories that he made with you only strengthened his feelings.

Memories of drinking bitter coffees in the kitchenette every morning, while complaining about his feelings for you to his mother.

Memories of you tugging on one of his favorite fuzzy sweaters after being caught in the rain, his eyes stealing a naughty glance at your chest.

Memories of laid-back parties in Jean's apartment that ended with you and Eren tumbling drunkenly down the street with a song howling out your lungs.

Memories of strumming an acoustic version of your favorite song on his cheap guitar while you sat next to him on his bed.

All these memories, they influenced him to confess to you by the lighthouse at the end of the month.

He fumbled with the hem of his sweater, the one you said was your favorite. His eyes wandered the environment looking for the right words.

But those right words never came.

The lighthouse stood tall nearby. He scratched the back of his neck, then ruffled his hair. The sea glistened under the golden hour's light.

"Maybe it is the apocalypse." Eren quietly joked.

"Huh?" You looked over at him.

He turned to look at you with a soft, shy expression. It could have just been the lighting, but he seemed to be blushing.

His eyes were stunningly vibrant.

"I love you." He admitted straight-forwardly, "I joke a lot to Armin, you know, that I'd only admit this if it was the apocalypse..."

His declaration of feelings sent a surge of confusion and delight across your mind. You had no idea how to respond, but you knew you had to say something or Eren would interpret your silence as rejection.

"I feel the same..." You spoke in a small voice, "I mean, this month, because of you, has been the best month in all my life, if I'm being honest."

[fxirybun]

🍂PAC: looking at the stars , admiring from afar

ALTERNATIVE TITLE : "who is secretly admiring you ?"

now that october has arrived , this pick-a-card reading is inspired by the song "we fell in love in october" by girl in red.

this is a collective reading ! take what resonates and leave what doesn't. i cannot guarantee 100% accuracy. take the pac reading lightly ჱ̒ ｰ̀֊ｰ́ )

ෆ⸒⸒ PILE ONE 🪴

01 their energy

this person is someone whom you know already. i'm getting the word "coworkers" so perhaps this person is in the same field of work , or class as you. for some of you , this could be a classmate / schoolmate of yours that you didn't seem to pay attention or notice. the song "hopelessly devoted by you" appeared in my mind whilst channeling their energy. i sensed that whoever this person is , they seem to feel devastated about not being able to be close to you.

it's like their dreams were crushed by some unwanted force. i'm also getting that some of you may have rejected this person before and how your response to them gave them a pang in the heart. "i couldn't believe it". nevertheless , they have tons of feelings for you that seem to be bottled up by them , waiting for it to be opened. you make them feel happy each time they see you or have a conversation with them.

this person is currently single at the moment and how they seems to be ambitious in trying to pursue you. i'm sensing that their energy feels as if they wish to be part of your circle and would love to hang out with you. they think that you're fun to work with based on what they've observed of you. somehow , i'm getting something about being physically close ? it's possible that this person can be a bit touchy such as holding someone's hand or giving a hug from behind.

02 their possible apperance

your secret admirer might have a mysterious and reserved aura. this is someone who may not reveal their emotions very easily. they are well-mannered such as being polite with their actions and words. they're possibly conventional in their appearance and behavior. this person could also be someone who leans on the taller side. i'm sensing that they're confident yet can be a bit distant , a lone wolf who keeps their emotions guarded or has a serious demeanor.

it seems to me that they exude a calm and composed presence but are a bit hard to read at first , having a reserved or serious look on their face. they may have a clean-cut look on themselves. i'm also getting as to how they don't stand out in an obvious way , or perhaps their looks change depending on how they present themselves on a certain day. an example would be they would wear something casual and sometimes would try to wear more formal clothing.

EXTRAS : earth & air energies , virgo , capricorn , aquarius , libra , 3 , uranus & saturn energies , movement , dark hair & eyes , pale , bushy eyebrows , wavy hair , tall nose , striking posture , there's something about music , part of a band , knows how to play an instrument , flexible , ballet flats , deer , trumpet , bunny , music note.

ෆ⸒⸒ PILE TWO 🍊

01 their energy

this is someone you may have known for a very long time. for some of you , i'm getting something about childhood lovers , perhaps you have known them since you were little. the two of you shared a fond experience that may as well have been engraved in either your or this person's memories. they seem to be a sentimental person because i'm sensing their energy of wishing to go back from the past due to how immensely they felt during that time.

this person's energy feels conflicted and somewhat unsettled. they might be struggling with feelings of insecurity within themselves. their might be an inner tension between wanting to appear strong and successful and feeling unsure about themselves. they may be acting in ways that are cocky or even materialistic to compensate for deeper insecurities. this current state is holding them back from expressing themselves due to the fear of acting vulnerable.

i felt that they were hesitant to step forward or reveal their feelings , possibly because they didn’t feel ready or worthy. this person feels disconnected from their own emotions or struggles to express their feelings openly. i'm sensing that they're in the process of releasing their old selves. through this , they'll emerge with a clearer sense of self and a more open heart. for now, their energy feels like it's in transition , caught between the old and the new.

02 their possible apperance

your secret admirer likely has a warm and inviting appearance. they may have a graceful , elegant , and perhaps feminine quality to their look. they could have soft features with their face or their overall structure. may have a refined sense of style or a presence that draws people in. they might have a radiant complexion , possibly with a warm skin tone that gives off a healthy glow. they have captivating eyes that reflect their bright disposition.

they might have a mystical or dreamy quality about them. they could have striking or unique features such as unusual hair color or style that sets them apart. they tend to sparkle or shine in a way that makes them stand out in a crowd. this person could be someone who exudes confidence and has this charm that can make a person feel deeply connected or even a sense of admiration , making them have a lasting impression that is quite memorable.

EXTRAS : earth & water energies , taurus , cancer , scorpio , pluto / venus / sun / saturn energies , bright colors , yellow , daisies , soft / chubby cheeks , light hair color , long hair , soft hands , ribbons , earrings , star , popular among the others , has deep roots to its ancestors , squirrel , tree , frog , pumpkin.

ෆ⸒⸒ PILE THREE 🌷

01 their energy

i'm getting a player energy when it comes to the person who is secretly admiring you. this person may likely have multiple crushes on people , idealizing them in a way that suits their needs and wants. they can be very aggressive with their movements or how they tend to act on an impulse. it's like they'll do something in such a rush due to the spike of adrenaline within them. "jump to conclusions" this person is the type who loves to tease others , very playful with their actions.

their energy is endless and they seem to not know when to calm down or take the time to recharge themselves. i sensed that they're night owl , they may be mostly active during nighttime. this person is leaning more on the extrovert side of things and how they tend to be seen as a talkative person. it's as if they have a lot of ideas swirling in their mind but are unsure how to express them. they could be dealing with fears that prevent them from taking action towards you , which made them feel frustrated.

there's something about you that made them change their assumptions about you. they may be reconsidering their approach in trying to win you over. i'm getting something about a romance trope like grumpy x sunshine , especially the anime kaichou wa maid-sama. perhaps this is how they're going to act towards you. this person can be flighty and may tend to pick a fight or bully / bicker as a way to romance you , which i find it funny lmao.

02 their possible apperance

your secret admirer’s physical appearance may reflect a blend of strength , sophistication , and an air of mystery. they might have a lean , athletic build with an energetic presence. this is someone who takes care of their physical health and has an active lifestyle. they may also carry themselves with confidence , making their strength evident in their posture. they may likely have an enigmatic quality or a serious demeanor.

they may have sharp features , conceivably with an intense gaze that captivates attention. their clothing style might lean towards the formal or classic , aligning with the refinement of the current beauty standards. has a well-groomed appearance , often presenting themselves in a way that commands respect and attention. this person has a taller nose bridge, reminding me of doja cat’s famous line “i like big noses because you can kind of like , sit on them".

EXTRAS : air & water energies , gemini , libra , pisces , scorpio , mars / saturn / sun / neptune / venus energies, light to dark-medium hair color , tan , messy look , blue , eyeglasses , smart yet witty at times , unconventionally funny , loves independence , mug , maybe into drinking , hot air balloon , owl , american flag , school.

[m8hammed2]

A Journey of Resilience and Hope: An Urgent Call for Support ✊🏼💔

Hello everyone, 🌍

I am Mohammed Hussein Ismaeel, a 23-year-old Palestinian from Gaza. My life, and that of my family, has changed unimaginably because of the war. I write to you today hoping to find your support and assistance so we can overcome these harsh circumstances. 🙏🏼

My Family 👨‍👩‍👧‍👦

My family consists of five members: my mother Rajaa (51 years old), my father Hussein (58 years old), my sister Iman (18 years old), and my little sister Noor (13 years old). We used to live a simple life full of hope and ambition. Unfortunately, the war forced us to flee from our beloved home and seek refuge elsewhere. 🏠💔

The Beginning of the Crisis 🏚️

On October 7, after the war broke out, we had to leave our home and move to the Maghazi camp in central Gaza. We spent two and a half months there under unbearable conditions until missiles targeted the camp, taking the lives of two family members and injuring others. After that, our house was destroyed, and we lost all our memories and dreams. 🚪💥

Daily Struggles 🏕️

We fled to Rafah and then to Deir al-Balah, where I now live apart from my family in a tent that offers little comfort. My father suffered a hand injury, and my sister Iman contracted hepatitis due to malnutrition. I lost my job before graduation, and my studies in the MBA program were halted. Our lives have become a daily struggle for survival. 🍂

Hope and Prayer 🙏🏼

Every day we wake up hoping for the war to end, but fear continues to control us. We seek your help to get through this ordeal and return to our normal lives. We need your support to provide the necessary medical care for my family, resume our studies, and build a better future for us all. 🌟

A Call to Humanity 🤝🏼💙

We are in urgent need of your assistance. Any support you can provide, whether financial or moral, will have a significant impact on our lives. I ask you to share my story and help us raise the funds necessary to evacuate to Egypt and find safety. 🇪🇬

From the depths of our hearts, we thank you for any support you offer. We will never forget your kindness and humanity in these difficult times. ❤️🌹

Note 📝

I created this account because my previous one was restricted, limiting my ability to reach out to people. I've been blocked from making an urgent humanitarian appeal during a time when my family and I need it most. The war has taken everything from us, and now I'm struggling to have my voice heard. Please help us by sharing our story and supporting us through this difficult time. Your kindness could be the lifeline we desperately need.

This is the link to her other account.

Thank you,

Mohammed Hussein Ismaeel ✍🏼

[simp4konig]

Halloweens with König headcannons 🎃🍂

Gender-neutral Reader

*Slow burn

Word Count: ~3246

*FLUFFFFFFF😿😿💖✨🩷🩷💘

*Soft König☺️ (but also König is a smug bastard + asshole 🙄), Established relationship, Single mention of (ambiguous) age gap 😮‍💨

🧡Happy Halloween guys!!🧡 I don't celebrate Halloween myself , but im feeling 😈in the mood😈 so i hopw this can suffice for this ooky kooky spooky season 😰😰

Gos i wanna kms ive veen so uninspirws AAAHAHAHAHDHDHDDH this is literslly. Me rn--->💥💥💥💥💥🙂🔫 fuckijg FINALLT GOT sometjing OUT 🥳🥳 rest asusred iwont kms i need to finish my rqs first ☺️💖💖✨ i will feel SO euphoric when all the WIPS will become Completed Works !! 😍😍Im just gonna not post until i gdt smth donw bci hate giving false promises its the same as lyijg,🗿🗿

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...

König wasn't really one for Halloween.

Hadn't ever been, really, as he hadn't been raised to celebrate it.

In his household, he hadn't had much exposure to the Western "Hallow's Eve".

Besides, even if he was familiar with the tradition, his parents didn't bother celebrating those kinds of trivialities; after all, they certainly weren't going to bother wasting hard-earned money on trifles like pumpkins, just so they'd rot on the front porch, or candy that would rot your teeth, or on vulgar masks that depicted serial killers and monsters, too blasphemous to bear.

Plus, his neighbourhood didn't partake in "Trick-or-treat'ing" at all, and wouldn't leave any candy for any children — wouldn't do anything, really.

Nobody decorated their house with ghouls and ghosts, nobody dressed up as vampires or murderers, nobody jumped from behind corners to shout "Boo!".

None of that, as these ideas were childish. Infantile. Juvenile, even.

Thus, October 31st, König's Austrian villiage was quiet. So eerily quiet you'd had thought it was a ghost town had it not been for hundreds of cloaked figures in the cemetary — as, for König, "Halloween" tended to be a more sombre occasion in comparison to the American/English versions.

Instead of running around and knocking on people's doors with a broad, lopsided smile like other children ought, he was brought along to visit the graves of his family members: graves of his ancestors, which he'd be told about in detail, details of the person buried six feet under the stone slab; information and stories passed down from generations.

He would be taught to honour those deceased in his family and respect their memory, to remember those in the afterlife and what they sacrificed to get there.

Carrying a lamp, he'd light candles on those decrepit gravestones, text faded and illegible, while his parents left boquets of flowers, and pulled up their long black cloaks. Silently paying their respects.

While it wasn't necessarily a day of mourning — König never needed tissues to wipe any tears or blow his nose, and neither did anyone else in the family — it was far graver when compared to the Halloween holidays elsewhere.

However, König's memories of Halloween were few, far, and in-between.

Whenever he'd hear of other people's experiences, he was never nostalgic, as, the times that he did attend those familial ceremonies he was either too young to understand what was happening, or knew too little of the deceased[s] in question to be moved by the heavy atmosphere.

Not only that, but the time period was overwhelmingly solemn, with people flooding the burial grounds, some murmuring prayers, others with tears in their eyes.

There was no laughter, no treats, no fun costumes. Not even tricks. Just suffocating depression all around.

So, he didn't really associate the celebration with something to celebrate: what, celebrating the deaths of your family? That was quite morbid, when he thought about it, and he wasn't going to dedicate an entire month every year to remind himself of death with so many other operators around him falling on the battlefield, and having had faced the grim reaper himself several times already.

Hence, every 31st of October, he did nothing. Didn't acknowledge it at all.

But all that changed one fateful day in September. When he finally acknowledged it, all right (with a little of your help of course)!

You had asked König in passing if he had considered dressing up as something for Halloween. Maybe what he had considered doing on the evening. Or if he had plans to attend the autumn fair sometime soon.

His response? A blank look. Distant recognition.

For a quiet moment, you thought he was scowling at you, silently ridiculing your childish suggestion.

Then: "Halloween? Ah!" An amused chuckle, endeared by the child-like curiosity in your eyes, and a silent sigh of relief from you.

"I don't celebrate it, myself, meine liebe. But you're welcome to tell me what your costume is. I'd love to hear all about it, maus."

Mortified by this revelation, you couldn't let this go.

"What do you mean you "don't celebrate it"? You have got to be joking!"

Wide eyes, and jaw agape, you were in disbelief.

He simply shook his head with a strained smile. "I've just never seen it as something to celebrate, you know? No reason to."

Taking it upon yourself to prove him wrong, you wasted no time converting this skeptic into a believer. "Oh no, there is. I mean, it's Halloween! Everyone is crazy for it!"

Suddenly, your eyes lit up. A wave of adrenaline crashing into you, you tugged König's arm in direction of the couch.

"That's where we'll start! We're gonna watch Halloween! That'll surely get you in the spirit."

You winked at him, satisfied. Then, a sudden snort and a suppressed chortle, hand cupped over your mouth as you laughed at your pathetic attempt at a joke.

König cocked his head to the side in confusion, but let you hastily scramble for blankets, pillows, and to microwave bowls of popcorn, as he made himself comfortable on the couch cushions that sank in protest under his weight.

Initially, he was reluctant. Not necessarily looking forward to being forced to watch movies from the 80s–00s, over-the-top movies with subpar acting, to say that he was looking forward to it would have been a stretch.

However, seeing how passionate you were about the holiday, your interests, König didn't want your sweetness sour.

Yes, he was a little older than you, and perhaps didn't grasp what there was to fuss over, but he wasn't about to spoil your good mood, or dampen that excitement just because he didn't personally understand or was interested personally. He wanted to make an effort, for you.

Vowing to take part in your silly shenanigans, he swore to become involved in the festivities in order to see you smile. To keep seeing you smiling.

After that, every October evening you'd watch a movie — a (usually) corny horror classic, though spending most nights binging all the Screams, Halloweens, Chuckys, The Shinings, Saws, and Evil Deads, — huddled under moutains of blankets and stuffing your faces with toffee-flavoured popcorn.

Watching horror films with him was like being lectured on common-sense and taught self-defence lessons in real time, though. Not like you minded, but it really got rid of the edge and the tension in its entirety.

Instead of paying attention to the storyline, it's more likely König would catch on to the stupid decisions the characters and the shitty attempts to fight back, and he wouldn't be able to help commenting:

"Why did she leave the knife in him? In his abdomen, of all places? Now the murderer has a weapon! Should have taken it out and left him to bleed out. But noooo, nein, leave the knife there."

"Going into the forest on his own? In the night? With a killer on the loose? Mein Gott, he is such a dummkopf! Bring a friend, why don't you?"

"Liebling, why is there so much gore? Isn't this rated "15"? Wait, and why is there a lady with no shirt? This is supposed to be scary, ja? I'm very scared. Scared you'll slap me, actually, if I don't keep looking at my lap."

Angrily ranting at the television, you'd gently reassure him, that, "Sweetie, this is fiction. Sometimes, the scenes are unrealistic." "But it said "based on real events"! I swear, liebling, if I watch another ten minutes of this I'll have a headache. I can't comprehend the stupidness."

Tough crowd, that couldn't really immerse himself in the plot, but you took a note or two for the sorts of horror movies König wouldn't dislike.

Although he insulted all the characters for being stupid and ridiculed all the characters for being so brainless, he would begrudgingly admit that he enjoyed the movie, pointing out some of his favourite scenes.

Self-aware comedic slashers meant he could suspend disbelief and laugh out loud a little, while, movies with an omnipotent monster meant he couldn't criticise any inaccuracies. He didn't winge at those as much in comparison to major blockbuster films. In fact, he even preferred low budget movies, ones that were pure comedic relief and so self-aware that he wouldn't be able to help but laugh along, unable to hide his amusement.

Afterwards, at exactly midnight, you'd be huddled together in the dark under a thick blanket, gorging your mouth with sugary sweets and bite-size chocolates (also indulging in chocolates that were far from bite-size), giggling like lunatics (well, that was mostly you, but König joined in to keep you company).

Later, face serious, with a torch under your chin, you'd be whispering hushedly with a tone of foreboding, voice low, and words ominous:

"Drip. Drip. Dripping water. She had checked the bathroom taps, the kitchen taps, and they were twisted tightly closed. A leakage, perhaps? Or, perhaps, something else. As she roamed the corridor, the drip-drip-drip of liquid grew louder. And louder—"

"Ah, she should call her plumber, then, shouldn't she?" A sure shit-eating smirk that was obscured by his mask, but the way his eyes were squinting you knew he was taking the piss.

Of course, storytelling was not as haunting as you would have had liked it to be: König would interject, interrupting the aura of mystery and the medatitive atmosphere, with sarcastic remarks. It made the narrations really melodramatic in the end, and frustrated you to no end.

Still, you would groan, and, undaunted by his immature antics — as, mind you, this was a grown-ass man, a 6'10 wall of muscle messing around like this, teasing you not like the cocky Colonel he was but a snarky teenage boy — continue:

"—she walked on — despite having been rudely interrupted moments prior — and her heart sank. Blood. A puddle of it, on the floor, looking like gallons upon gallons of it had—"

"Maybe she was — ah, what's the word?" A thoughtful pause, hand where his chin was under the fabric "— menustrating? Was she wearing white pants, maybe?"

"—Menstruating, König — and stop ruining my horror narration! Now I've lost the plot! Okay — against her will, her eyes moved up the wall, following the dripping blood. To her horror, it was coming from the attic. Swallowing the heavy lump in her throat, she pulled open the hatch with jittering fingers, grip slackened by the warm sweat on her palms, knees threatening to buckle. And, when the trap door released, she gasped. Blood draining her face, she saw—"

An exaggerated gasp from König, as he clasped his hands over his mouth in mock shock. "She— she saw— your mother! Mein Gott, the horror!"

"Shut up, König!" An annoyed huff, and shuffling away. "Honestly, you're such a killjoy..."

König, scooping you into his arms when you turned around with crossed arms, pouting lips, and furrowed brows, nuzzed his masked face into your neck, chuckling heartily. You squirmed under his hold, fabric tickling your sensitive neck, and you'd desperately hold back your giggles, trying hard to keep a straight face.

"Ja, ja, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Es tut mir leid, meine Liebe. Please keep going. What did she find in the attic?"

"No! You made me forget the grand reveal, now! I forgot what was up there, anyways..."

Walking around the house, you'd have the fright of your life when a huge shadow would jump in front of you at odd hours of the day.

"Boo!" König's voice resounded, loud and reverberating.

And you screamed, damn near verging on a heart attack.

"Shoving" him in frustration — you became actually even more frustrated when the man was like a solid wall and did not even budge a millimetre — König was quick to console you.

Doting over you, a wide smile on his face that the mask couldn't hide, he would be so overly lovey-dovey with you in an attempt to win back your affection that you'd roll yours eyes so far they'd end up in the back of your head.

"Meine liebe, I'm sorry for scaring you. I couldn't resist. You'll forgive me, won't you? You will, right? Please say yes."

You insisted you would, seemingly unassuming, then schemed to startle him at odd hours of the night as payback for losing your dignity in that moment.

At one point, you had even waited half an hour in the wardrobe while he was showering, only to jump out and see König in only a towel.

Yeah, you were the one that got jumpscared instead, face erupting in red despite you two being together for months at that point. You gave up trying to spook him then, bitterly accepting defeat.

Though, going along with your silly little activities, like going shopping for Halloween decorations, made König's heart swell seeing you bounce around excitedly and point out all the ornaments.

He didn't quite consent to you buying a life-size skeleton to call him Greg and place him in your shared bedroom. That was one step too far.

Still, seeing the wonder on your face, in awe of all the masks, costumes, decorations, and animated mannequins that'd cackle after triggering their mechanisms made his steel-blue eyes soften, melting into pure love and devotion for you.

So, to humour you one day, and to lift your mood after scaring you that one morning, König made two eye-holes in a white blanket, running after you around the house, almost tripping over it in his haste.

"Ooooo-ooo!" he moaned in over-dramatised agony, voice low yet playful. "This is not König, but his ghooost! Run, liebling, or you'll be neeext!"

Hearing him say that in his Austrian accent was so hilarious that were tears running down your cheeks from how hard you'd be laughing, and your sides splitting with the laughter, struggling scramble away, giggling.

Those moans of agony would become genuine cries in pain when he'd accidently hit his head on the doorframe when he forgot to duck in his excitement. The one time that bulky helmet of his could have come to use.

Despite all that, you'd be cornered against the wall, with nowhere to run, and König would pounce, tickling your sides viciously.

That broad smile on your face and the expression was worth fooling around and making a fool of himself.

He even didn't mind having you coo over his "injury" just like how he had when he was doting over you, because he loved you so much.

And, he loved you so much, that he even allowed you to "decorate" his gear. "To make it appropriate for the spooky season!" you had insisted, and he'd comply, not wanting to dull that sparkle in your eyes.

So contented with painting an intricate monster on his mask with fluorescent orange paint, you didn't notice König watching you hunched over the desk from behind, leaning against the doorframe with a loving smile on his face.

You hadn't expected that he'd wear that gear on base — veil, knee pads, helmet, and all — strutting his stuff. Just to remind everyone that their Colonel had a lovely spouse back home.

What you hadn't anticipated was how quickly König would start enjoying the season. Unexpectedly, he became obsessed with Halloween — his favourite tradition, second only to Christmas.

Carveling hollowed-out pumpkins of all shapes and sizes was one of his favourite past-times.

You'd think that with his size he'd struggle to cut through the orange crust without crushing it into pumpkin-coloured mush in his fists, but you'd be forgetting that he was skilled with a knife.

That said, König wasn't artistic. At all. The best he could produce would be a lopsided smiling caricature of... something. A nondescript creature, which you had complimented him on being so cute, only for him to angrily insist that it was an evil monster, and not cute at all.

Still, you would snap a picture before he could object, and give this pumpkin the spotlight on your front porch, soon many more following suit. Jack'o'lanterns illuminating your front step, glowing gold.

The sweet scent of cinnamon, ginger, and vanilla extract filled your house, new freshly-baked treats from the oven laid out on the kitchen island daily.

Delicious aroma of sugary pastry, homemade banana bread with small hints of vanilla and sprinkled with icing sugar, candied oranges and sour, sherbet lemon cakes, crunchy cinnamon sugar pumpkin seeds ("Made from the pumpkin guts!" you exclaimed with a smile of pride, König's eyes smiling in delight of your enthusiasm).

Crumbly shortbread in the shape skulls and bats, round cookies with orange and black icing resembling pumpkins, sponge cakes that oozed thick raspberry and strawberry jam when you bit into them ("Because they were bleeding blood," you proclaimed, a devilish smirk on your face — or, something like it, as to König you were the cutest angel he'd had ever been blessed to be around), and so, so, so much more.

So much that your weekly trips to the supermarket became biweekly, until you two found yourselves stocking up on sugar, flour, eggs, and butter far too often to keep track of.

The house was so inviting, especially to little ones from the neighbourd, that their mouths were agape and their eyes sparkled as they passed your "haunted house", holding the hands of their parent(s).

Mentioned in an earlier post that König has a soft spot for children, he'd stock up on Halloween candy and treats, and lug bucketfuls of sweets on the doorstep for any little ones that'd knock on your door to cheerfully cry out in unison, full of glee: "Trick or treat!"

He'd welcome them with open arms, but, with most of them being so little, they'd point with bulging eyes the giant on the doorstep, to be harshly reprimanded by their mothers and fathers for their ignorance and rudeness.

Few would say much after seeing König the giant, and after daring to scoop a handful of confectionary, bowing their heads and avoiding his eyes would mumble a shaky "...Th-thank you, s-sir—!"

One of them, however — a little girl with rosy cheeks donning white stockings and a gold tinsel halo — beamed brightly, albeit shyly, at König, thanking him for the treat and his generosity. An innocent, toothy smile that made her squint from how high it reached her eyes, her front baby teeth missing.

When she had her back turned to you two, she ran as fast as her chubby little legs could take her, and exclaimed, "Mommy! Mommy! That giant is a big and friendly one! A big, friendly giant. Can we go again, please? Please?"

It was only when you nudged König with your elbow, grinning, when she had skipped happily away, that he had realised he had tears in his eyes.

Moreover, maybe the memories König had of Halloween weren't so cheerful, or ones even worth remembering in the first place; after all, his childhood wasn't so cheerful. Joyless, and with little life.

But, with the way that Halloween was shaping up to be, he was already looking forward to the special celebration.

So full of life the you two were, you would laugh at the irony — animated and living the dream, while celebrating the day of the day. It brought you two to more laughter.

And, with you, König could make new ones, ones that you'd look back on fondly years from now, and those grueling months on deployment.

...

Note: Went off experience here for the beginning, guys🫡🫡 for the mowt part i have never celebrated Halloween😰 only a couple times in Poland, and once in England when i drank tomato juice and prwtended it was blood and i was a vampire🤪,

, but I Googled "Halloween in Austria" /Germany" to clarify whether I wasn't just speaking outta my ass and König here would have celebrated it differently to how I had in Poland 💀cuz, yknow, im not egocentric ajd the world doesnt celebrate things the same way Poles do 😘...

...And, no, I wasn't !☺️✨✨(... sort of😅... As far as I know, Germany has adopted the West's Halloween, ans theres pumpkin carving competitiomsn stuff, while Austria does indeed celebrate it slightly differently) .

Because I have no fuckijg idea of König's nationaloty anymore as it KEEOS CHANGING, I got the vest of both worlds 🥲🥲

Also been really busy guys😰😰😰by busy i mean stressing out ovee not writing then proceeding to NOT write bc im stressed❤️❤️🥰 you know jow it is!! 🤗(🔫) its ok tjo❤️(no it isnt) ill work tjis oit somejow🥹(no i wont im gonna kms) 🥰🥰

Have a very spooky halloween guys<3Feel bad foe those that are buying candy bc not onky is it smallwe than last uear but its more expensive 💔😟

[huellitaa]

it girl autumn 🎃🎀🍁

autumn is upon us!!!!!!!!!! all hail the best season 💭🎀🍂🧸🩷

──★ ˙ ̟🎀ur autumn to do list

🧁𓂃 ࣪˖ ur never too old for trick or treating (if u celebrate!). girl get OUT THERE. (🎀🗒️note: if u have any little siblings or cousins or family, then you can take them out trick or treating and celebrate w them js as an excuse to get outside!!)

🧸𓂃 ࣪˖ make pinterest boards for ur fav autumn movies and shows bcuz they cant do it themselves </3

🍂𓂃 ࣪˖ go collect leaves outside and make a pretty piece of art out of them

🎀𓂃 ࣪˖ walk around early in the morning when its all foggy and pretty

🐇𓂃 ࣪˖ learn how to bake or cook (in my case anyway) OR look for some cosy autumn recipes to learn and share w ur loved ones or just to have a cosy night in and eat for urself♡

🧁𓂃 ࣪˖ go thru ur closet and wardrobe and throw out all the old things you don't wear anymore. autumn is a time of change, after all (🎀🗒️note: make some cute autumn outfits while ur at it! ♡)

🎃𓂃 ࣪˖ drink every possible pumpkin spice drink u can find in ur area

🍂𓂃 ࣪˖ get out of ur reading slump! if ur in one anyway. if not then just read more books bcuz tea, rain and books is quite possibly the cosiest thing ever

🎀𓂃 ࣪˖ visit a library alone, go shopping alone, just enjoy ur alone time. autumn is a time of introspection and a time to work on urself, and though i love spending time with myself in any season, autumn is especially cosy ♡

🧸𓂃 ࣪˖ look at cute pumpkin designs and make one urself if u celebrate halloween ♡

🎃𓂃 ࣪˖ make some little halloween decorations if u celebrate ♡

💭𓂃 ࣪˖ build a little bug hotel out of twigs and leaves and things u find on the ground outside!!!!!! i used to do this all the time w my brother or my friends when i was little and its very nostalgic and fun ♡

🧁𓂃 ࣪˖ take loads of pictures and make little vlogs and video diaries of ur autumn adventures, just for the memories ♡

──★ ˙ ̟🎀 music and media

🧁𓂃 ࣪˖ ur autumn playlist

clairo (charm, sling)

the 1975

florence & the machine (lungs)

the cardigans

the crane wives

neil young (harvest)

the smiths

phoebe bridgers

type o negative

kali uchis (never be yours)

gracie abrams

🍂𓂃 ࣪˖ movies and shows

the nightmare before christmas (obviously)

gilmore girls ♡

coraline, corpse bride, pretty much any tom burton movie

anne with an e

fantastic mr fox

hilda

gravity falls ♡

you've got mail

over the garden wall

pride and prejudice

jennifers body ♡

practical magic

little women

kiki's delivery service

arrietty ♡

howl's moving castle

lord of the rings ♡

and i always have a harry potter marathon every autumn because i loved it when i was younger, so why not!

(🎀🗒️note: i love playing identity v, animal crossing and cosy grove in the autumn too! or meeting up w friends and literally js playing board games theyre so fun♡)

──★ ˙ ̟🎀fall fashion and staples

okay so i personally love pink, whites, browns, cream colours and just general neutrals-pastels in the autumn, but you can adjust this to ur personal aesthetic and however you see fit!

the first thing i think of when i think autumn is layering. layer layer layer layer. tops and sweaters, cardigans, jumpers, leg warmers, tights; to keep you warm and pretty ♡

pay attention 2 fabrics! knitted, cashmere, fleece, flannel, all the cosy sorts are perfect for the autumn months ♡

patterns like stripes, leopard print, chevron, argle and plaid are so cute and simple, esp in october / november ♡

neutral colours, like beige, white, brown, cream, grey, black, and pale variants of colours too i think work so well esp in the autumn ♡

anything fur lined is absolutely adorable i rest my case

MASSIVE COATS. i have this big trenchcoat my mum had since i was a baby and i wear it EVERYWHERE in autumn ♡

boots are THE autumn shoes, bonus points if they're fur-lined. they just look so so cute ajdhfjsfjhsjf♡

knit hats and small hair accessories, bonus points if they're in the pretty autumn colours ♡

not really fashion but i love doing simple makeup in the autumn. just very dewy natural looks are pretty all year around, but especially in the fall ♡

🍂𓂃 ࣪˖ pretty fall fashion:

all my love... 💬🎀🫶🏻💗

[jadeylovesmarvelxo]

Steve Harrington x reader

Lil hint of Eddie Munson x Reader.

I wrote this while listening to All Too Well 🍂🍁❤️ I'll be honest I had a second part roughly outlined before I even wrote this so this is a prequel fic.

FWB, heartbreak, angst. Unrequited love.

My requests are open for Steve and Eddie 💌✨

❤️

The first time you realised you were falling in love with Steve Harrington was a quiet night in early September, tucked up in his bed with his arms wrapped tightly around you and your fingers absentmindedly stroking his chest.

For three two months you and Steve had this thing...was it a relationship? You never discussed it but since the fourth of July and the horrors of the upside-down bleeding into Hawkins again, the two of you needed comfort.

Almost every night for the last two months you had spent with Steve, lost in a haze of sex and the feeling that maybe something might be able to grow from this.

Maybe Steve was falling for you like you were for him? The secret hope burrowed deep inside of you and as the month passed you were sure that you were right.

"You're tense honey, is Munson still bothering you?" Steve asks you as he runs his hand up and down your arm. Fuck, you weren't even thinking about Eddie, even if the guy had been the bane of your existence since school started.

It was like the two of you were like magnets, drawn to each other and to argue and annoy the hell out of one another.

"Mmm, he's a pain in the ass. I don't know why he likes to bother me so much" Steve looks like he's going to say something but abruptly shuts up.

Whatever it is it can wait til morning and you'd rather not talk any more about Eddie Munson, even if he did have annoyingly cute eyes.

❤️

Jason was hosting a party tonight and though it was early October everyone was in the Halloween spirit. It was bitterly cold outside and you kind of wish you were tucked up in bed with a spooky movie or book but you were hoping you would see Steve here.

Maybe you should have brought a jacket though. It was an impromptu decision as Robin had invited you and you were eager to see her and Steve.

If he was even here. Robin says he is but it's like he's disappeared. You find him when you're going to get a drink, he's tucked up in the corner with Nancy Wheeler and it makes your stomach sink, heart thumping so loudly that you're surprised everyone can't hear it.

Hesitantly you move closer without them noticing. Then you hear Steve's next words and it breaks your heart in two.

"It's you, it's always been you, Nance"

Suddenly the room feels like it's spinning and you feel nauseated. You have to get away from the two of them, you have to get those words out of your head.

Biting back tears you find Robin again and listen to her chat excitedly about Vickie, she had confessed she was gay a little while back and you were always eager to hear about her crushes. It was so obvious that Vickie liked Robin back.

Eventually, Steve appears but you don't want to be near him, make up some excuse and stumble outside and far away from him.

It's there on the porch that you let the tears fall, the wind is bitingly cold and you rub your arms to warm yourself up. Though it's hard to feel anything with this excruciating ache in your chest. God, you were such an idiot.

At some point once you're all cried out Robin finds you, she's with someone but you're too lost in thought to hear who it is.

"She's freezing, give her this. Get it back to me whenever kay?" Then there is a plaid shirt wrapped around you by Robin. It smells woodsy, with a little bit of smoke and cologne.

As you peer up the owner of the shirt is walking away but you can spot that hair and those Reebok's from anywhere.

It's Eddie's shirt.

...

Later that night you're in bed and still wrapped in Eddie's plaid shirt. Memories of you and Steve fill your mind and you close your eyes trying to block out the pain. You were so foolish to think that he was falling for you too.

❤️

And you call me up again just to break me like a promise. So casually cruel in the name of being honest.

I'm a crumpled up piece of paper lying here

'Cause I remember it all, all, all

Too well.

Lyrics from All Too Well -Taylor Swift

[gutsondisplay]

Stolas's CoinVember extravaganza❗

Coiners of all kinds! Come one come all and join my silly November event 🍂

There are no rules except you can't post a day ahead, you can join on any day, skip any day, etc etc

This will combine the vibes of October and December, so if something seems a bit off then it's that!

Day 1 - October holiday !

Day 2 - Something based off your fear(s)

Day 3 - Horror

Day 4 - Death / Undead

Day 5 - Monster

Day 6 - Candy

Day 7 - Blood

Day 8 - Fog

Day 9 - Pumkin

Day 10 - Based on a comfort movie

Day 11 - Coffee

Day 12 - Leaves

Day 13 - Pet

Day 14 - Sleep

Day 15 - Bugs

Day 16 - Fruit

Day 17 - Time

Day 18 - Spice(s)

Day 19 - Based on a favorite book

Day 20 - Forrest

Day 21 - Memory or nostalgia

Day 22 - Related to someone you look up to

Day 23 - ID for someone else (DarlID, PetID, etc)

Day 25 - Based on a comfort drink

Day 26 - Warm / Cozy

Day 27 - Believer / Mythical winter or fall creature

Day 28 - Snow / Cold

Day 29 - Gift related / Making a term for someone else in the community ! (Gift giving)

Day 30 - December holiday !

And one last thing

PLEASE TAG YOUR POSTS WITH #COINVEMBER !!! I WANNA SEE YOUR STUFF !!!!!

[rosenotactuallyquartz]

Picture this: Pearl going out to random forests and putting a ton of leaves in her gem, then bringing them back to the temple cave so that Rose can have really big piles of leaves to jump in. (But not inside the temple itself because then the leaves would get everywhere) 🍁🍂🍁🍂🍃🍂🍁🍁🍂🍁🍁🍂🍁🍂🍂🍁🍃🍁🍂🍁🍁🌿🍁🍂🍁🍁🍂🍁🍂🍂🍂🍁

i love the idea of pearl helping rose heal her inner child. i mean, in a gem sense. pearl has a good memory & pays attention to small details. in the movie she recalls pink playing in her garden for ages & in now we’re only falling apart, some specific moments that she remembers include rose throwing flower petals in the air and chasing butterflies. she mentions in three gems and a baby that “we never were kids.” she wished rose could have felt safe in their earlier years & knew how much rose admired humanity & childhood.

pink was incredibly playful & so was rose, but especially before the rebellion. in the kindergarten scene in now we’re only falling apart, she acts a lot like steven did in the early seasons. rose never lost her childlike wonder completely, but she definitely lost some after the war. self blame & guilt & grief & white’s please-stop-helping-them-you’ll-only-make-things-worse at the back of her mind.

pearl’s smart and she knows a lot about rose, she would notice this. sometimes when rose was quieter than usual, she’d sketch something & get some colouring pencils so that rose can colour, because she remembers the coloured pictures of the pebbles in her old room. rose & amethyst will watch the sunset on the beach & swim. there’s lots of light & they’re outside, so rose doesn’t feel trapped inside her room. later on, pearl will make her strawberry shortcake & knit something for her. pearl won’t explain why she has these ideas, but rose would find herself feeling so much better than she did at the start of the day.

but then, one random day in october, rose understands everything when pearl brings her home a big pile of leaves to jump in !

rose is so happy & her smile and laughter are so sincere, for the first time in awhile. she takes some leaves from the ground, throwing them in the air. just like the flower petals in now we’re only falling apart. she looks over at pearl, who looks so happy… and then rose gets some deja vu.

this memory means a lot to rose because it’s one of those moments when she realizes how much pearl cares for her & loves every part of her, past included. rose doesn’t say anything she’s thinking out loud (neither of them do) but she knows pearl wants her to feel safe as she brings out these pieces of her that rose thought were gone forever, pieces that were either hidden away or destroyed. & on homeworld, rose had been made to feel like she didn’t deserve to be loud & playful & enjoy things. it’s comforting because, even for a moment, her childlike wonder from before the war returns, but this time, she feels completely safe. of course she does, she’s with pearl!

thank you, phd <3

this is such a lovely headcanon that it inspired me to finish writing one of my own headcanons that i’ve had for months! i think that pearl has lots of pictures of rose from fall, too. rose in a pile of leaves, laughing with one of her eyes closed. pearl definitely has a whole photo album filled with pictures of rose & hffhfhffhjf when you sent this ask i had the picture in my head already i love this so so much

[pumpkinpot]

October Writing Prompts🎃🍂 (requests open)

Halloween centric

1- carving pumpkins

2- taking a road trip through an autumn canyon

3- going to a haunted attraction

4- (real) haunted house (soft horror)

5- Favorite Halloween memory from childhood

6- first time celebrating Halloween

Horror

7- "whatever you hear, don't open the door."

8-The bell above the grave is ringing

9-Sinister urban legend

10-exploring abandoned places

11-The walls are bleeding

12-what started as a simple side quest turned into a bloody nightmare of cosmic proportions.

Long form prompts

13- the filming location for a popular horror movie opens as an attraction. There is a reason half the cast is dead.

14- it was a new VR game everyone was geared up to play. It feels a little too real for comfort.

15- Open water was terrifying at night. Especially when the power as gone out in the boat.

16- someone is reenacting murders from a popular horror novel. You just might be the next victim.

17- a power outage turns Halloween night into a spooky fest of soft thrills

18- lost in the woods, you're tired, thirsty and desperate when you stumble upon a strange cabin.

19- an old camera is found in the woods, the footage is unspeakable.

20- you wake up on Halloween morning. Cartoons on the TV, the smell of fall, neon orange decor, it's 1997

21- there was a town everyone knew not to go near. Especially once the leaves turned.

AUs

22- Sleepy Hollow AU

23- Over the garden wall AU

24- Lovecraftian in nature

25- Halloween bake off AU

26- Coraline AU

27- Monster House AU

28- Scooby doo AU

One word prompts

29- Masked

30- Monster

31- Victim

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Fandoms I write for are in the tags, (I do write nsfw. If you want that pls specify in your request!)

IF you use any of these for your own stories please tag me! I wanna support you!

Link to my Master List

[mo0ns-and-stars]

Regulus Arcturus Black, the boy who never forgets. Never forgets the sound of Sirius rumbling through his old room. Never forgets any joke Barty has ever made in class. Never forgets the way Dorcas eyes lighted up everytime when she spotted Marlene in the great hall. Never forgets how James hair felt in his Hands when they first kissed. Never forgets the way his smile turned into a frown after Regulus 16 birthday. Never forgets the hurt in their eyes. He never forgets. Because he can't.

Introducing eidetic memory Regulus people! because it didn't hurt enough already.

Happy October🍂✨

[thequeenofthewinter]

Hello lovely Winter <3 Can I get a 🍂 leaves and for that snippet yesterday I'm gonna need a 🍬 candy as well to recover :P For the october asks <3

My lovely Eve! Thank you so much for asking about this. I was so mean about that snippet yesterday. I think I have people half into a heart attack.

🍂 leaves: what does your editing process look like? how does your wip typically change as you work on it?

Oh man, yeah. That snippet yesterday was very….yeah. You know, writing that hurt me just as much as I think it hurt everyone else who read it. (Linking that here in case anyone is curious for context.) 

I actually knew that “whatever is happening with that box” was going to happen for a while. I stewed and thought about it, and actually if I were to tell you what is in that box, there is a meaning behind it. So really, the first part of editing this was just me thinking about how this was going to come into fruition—and actually how I was going to really push Ulfric, Dahlia, and the gang into Great War part II. I wanted it to have impact, and I knew that it needed to be something that really set things off because my Idiots are reluctant to separate from each other despite the fact that both of them know very well that Dahlia is needed off at war.

Most of the words in and of themselves kind of poured from me after that when I did start writing because I had such a vivid idea of what I wanted. The editing in and of itself of the words was minimal. Pretty much as you see them in the WIP snippet is how they came from me the first time. What you do not see before this snippet is more scene setting of a perfectly harmless day of Dahlia training some Restoration mages…and what you see after is well, what actually IS inside the box and her visceral reaction to it. ;)

🍬 candy: share a sweet or fluffy scene from your wip!

Sweet or fluffy, eh? Hmm…well, as of right now I do not have something sweet and fluffy written in this current chapter, but…I do have sweet and fluffy Idiots from a previous chapter. <3

I give you fluffy Wintercloak daughter moment:

An infant’s cry hits his ears, shrill and strong—and perhaps the sweetest yet most irritating sound he has ever heard. It is the battlecry he marches to when he turns to walk into the room to see his wife disheveled, tired, and holding a small baby with wisps of dark hair to her chest.  He comes closer before kneeling next to the bed, expression stunned as Dahlia’s eyes meet his. Her eyes are bright despite how tired she looks, and as he places a kiss to her forehead, she asks,“Would you like to hold her?” Her.  Hold her.  Hold their baby—their daughter. “So, it’s a girl?” She turns towards him, struggling a little against the soreness of her body. “With her mother’s hair and her father’s eyes.” He holds out his hands carefully—they are so big in comparison to the tiny creature his wife places there that Ulfric is almost afraid to touch her, but the second her gentle weight hits his arms, he doesn’t know if he will ever be able to let her go. Dahlia resettles herself against the pillows behind her as she looks up at them both: the most perfect picture she has ever beheld. If only she could capture it in her memory and keep it forever. “I thought we could name her Sylvi, but if you’d prefer something else—” “Sylvi is perfect.” His eyes don’t leave his daughter’s as she yawns. Apparently Sylvi has cried herself out for the moment, but he is sure there will be more of that later. “How are you feeling?” She smiles despite the fact he isn’t looking at her. She knows the feeling—still knows it as the tugging in her heart pulls her to look towards their daughter. It is inevitable. How could she not look? “Very tired and very sore, but I’m fine. More than fine actually.”

[saltyyuuri]

Iso x Reader

🍂Fallen🍂

4225 words

warning: its sad.

song (headache, Asal): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yu4BKEziolA

🍂🍂🍂🍂🍂🍂🍂🍂🍂🍂🍂🍂🍂🍂🍂🍂🍂🍂🍂🍂🍂🍂

''Never felt something like this, wanna tattoo your kiss on my lips''

Those were the lyrics that first stuck in your head, the song simply having a good ring to it. It was smooth, granted a bit of an angsty feel, but generally the song soothed you so much, only halfway listening to the lyrics that were being sung, not looking much more into it.

Those words, they sounded so pleasant, striking just the right chord in you, hitting just right on a giddy feeling you had when you first met him. He didn't talk much at first, but the few words spoken when he passed by, the small interactions, his body language, his looks... Everything. Every small thing you could look into without seeming weird- everything captivated you. And those were the song lyrics that seemed to have flooded your mind the first time you got to look over all those details.

It was a fall afternoon, slightly cloudy, slightly chilly. The colder wind of end October was brushing onto your skin like a cold caress, one that was welcome that day. You remember how warm you felt, how flustered you had been after the small interaction. You remember that the small interaction had pulled you out your usual routine- where you'd put on a fake smile and greet customers as they walked into the small cafe, where you'd hide your dull boredom with a wide smile and a cheery tone.

A bland Wednesday in fall- that's what it was; that is what it should have been and that's how it should've stayed. And yet there you were, stunned as you looked over the new customer- one you have never met before. It wasn't a regular, not even someone who had visited in the past. No, this one was different- there was so much different about him that you remember you had frozen when greeting him in.

Hair dark as night, eyes a beautiful lilac, a jaw sharper than a blade and lips fuller than the moon. It was a bit of a cringey poetic way to describe him, but your mind couldn't help itself- the man was out of ordinary; he was different. When he got closer to the counter where the register was and you were standing behind of, you just remembered how tall he was.

''...You okay?'' He had asked, breaking your line of thoughts. ''Oh- yea don't mind me- haha... What can I get you?'' you had responded, trying to play it cool, putting back up the customer service mask. ''I would like a simple black tea and... A slice of lemon pie please.'' He ordered- a simple, if not plain order. ''Of course, I'll get that done for you. What's the name for the order?'' . There was a pause, a slight hesitation, as if debating what to say. You couldn't tell if the extra question had simply caught him off guard or if he was simply not comfortable giving his name. ''Yu Zhao.'' He finally said a bit more quietly- and you could've sworn there was a ghost of a smile on his lips.

The memory of your first meeting flowed through you mind like a broken record, blinking back to reality momentarily. The song- The damned song, it was still playing in the background on your phone. You didn't even realize it was playing this whole time- but it would explain why you were slowly thinking back at when you first met him.

You moved a bit- you were laying in the queen sized bed, now laying on your side. The bed felt awfully big now that you were alone in it. It was a harsh reality, and you still couldn't wrap your head around it. Tears prickled on the side of your eyes, burning as they were desperately hanging on- trying so hard to not roll down your cheeks. But just as your breath caught in your throat- it was bound to happen, just like all the times before; all the nights before.

''Didn't listen to my homies, 'cause they didn't want you around me''

You could still hear your old friends words, resonating so vividly in your mind as if it was the first time hearing them again. Their words that had cut deep- but not deep enough it seemed. You let out a shaky breath, hugging a plushie a bit tighter.

''No- (Y-N), Listen to me please...'' Begged your friend, Rosa, she had her hand placed gently on your forearm, which was resting on the couch's armrest. You were having coffee at her house, after work on a Thursday. it was about three weeks after meeting Zhao Yu- in which he came in every Wednesday, Saturday and Monday at the cafe. He was becoming regular, and you had taken a habit in making small talk with him. Your conversations weren't much, but they seemed to be so much more to you - describing them like a dear memory when you told your friend about them. And today was one of these days, where you were getting a bit more giddy because this time, he left his number. ''You barely know him, you need to think about this a bit more.'' She said, cutting your train of words.

''Obviously I barely know him, but we can still talk about everything you know- you'll see, he's great-'' And once more you were back to rambling about the near stranger that had you so captivated. You couldn't help yourself- he had left such an impression over so little, You were smitten over his mysterious looks, his more quiet demeanor and that small smile he'd give you after one of your short talks. ''(Y-N), that's the thing, slow down! look at you, he literally just said what- 3 words to you? And you're over here talking about him like he's some romance book character. Please, just take a step back-'' ''Rosa, why is it when I meet someone I like you act like this, but when you meet a one night that 'changed your life', I have to hear you whine that you've been ghosted... again.'' You snapped back.

You never would have snapped like that- never would have dreamed talking to your own friend this way. You didn't know what took over you- the need to retort that way was stronger than you. You remembered the look of betrayal she had, the hurt in her eyes when you snapped. That coffee night was cut short- the silence that had followed was thick- and heavier than you could have imagine. But deep down, you also remember how it felt- how you just felt ... relief. That day you spoke you mind for once- just once finally wording out a back thought- that's where you felt like everything actually took a turn.

''cut 'em all off one by one, I know you are the only one I need.''

That resumed rather well what had happen- the first month of meeting him was a rollercoaster. A new gain and a fresh loss- a new source of dopamine and a fresh wound. You figured that it was your choice, your life to do as you pleased, to decide for yourself. Because as fall turned to winter, you and Rosa eventually cut ties, no longer talking or even texting- your friendship as cold as the harsh winter outside. Yet; you weren't sad- you had Zhao Yu- or 'Yu' as you simply called him. You went from the casual chat to to a much more regular one- meeting up frequently, texting and calling a lot- And eventually spending nights over at your appartment.

He seemed to be the one keeping you warm in this cold winter, both physically and emotionally. He was so good to you- gods, he was exactly the picture perfect romance novel man- Cooked, cleaned, remembered your favorite snacks and would do small chores or bring little gifts when your mood seemed to damper - he made sure to bring a smile you your lips even when you least expected it.

''Runnin' up to rob me blind, I know it'll hurt but ill be fine.''

He moved in by spring, about 6 months after you two have known each other. You had gotten along well- and dating seemed to be going well. You had both opted for a cozy 2 bedroom apartment, one room serving as the bedroom, fitting the large queen sized bed , a dresser, nightstands and some decor. You had added a few plants and fairy lights for aesthetics- it made the already cozy apartment look much more homey, inviting, warm. You had a few pictures of the two of you framed and mounted to the wall, each photo taken from cute dates.

You looked past the fact you didn't quite know what his job was; You looked past the lack of mention about his family. You didn't want to question it; he was paying the entire rent for the apartment as it was a bit more upscale- in a safer part of town where it was also well soundproofed. You figured whatever it was he did, it must have been good, considering what he could afford for you. You didn't notice it at first how every expense seemed to be covered by him, how he would refuse for you to pay for anything while he took care of it all.

You never questioned when he left for a few days straight- he simply said he had to work and he'd leave. The first few times, you were a bit of a stressed wreck- trying to understand what he was doing, where he was off to and why he didn't contact you while he was out. And if you asked upon his return, he would always divert the subject, always finding a way to avoid it. You knew something was up- but you refused to question it too much, just accepting he could disappear a few days at a time- then show up, pay for everything and continue to live his life with you as if nothing had happened.

''I-I-I don't know where my head is, Something's missing in my chest, I think I need a medic''

As summer was in full swing, a few months had past where you and Yu had been living together- You tried to keep any thoughts about his work at bay while he would always greet you with a warm smile, a soft kiss and a warm cooked meal whenever you came home from your shift at the cafe. You didn't want to over think it- He was the best thing to have happened to you in a while, and he was quite literally perfect. You didn't want to break that image, not yet.

But this one time when he came back from 'work', you found him looking tired- no, exhausted. There was something about it so unusual, something that immediately strike worry in you. But when you asked him about it, he brushed you off, forcing himself out of bed with a wince to give you a kiss. It took a bit of arguing back and forth- finally convincing him to stay in bed and let you take care of him this time; yet still not getting a clear answer on what happened.

You tended to his injury, a large bruise on his abdomen, this time making dinner for him, running him a warm bath, getting pain killers and ice for after. You didn't understand why he couldn't- no, wouldn't tell you what happened; but once more you brushed past that thought and simply accepted the fact he would not tell you; even if that meant having to watch him get injured.

''I've been looking for a flaw in you, I don't really get it; You don't even know your flawless, it's giving me a headache-''

The more the song progressed, the faster your thoughts went. Almost as if the more it progressed, the less it needed to bring back memories to full relate to. You took in another sharp breath, feeling how shaky it was in your throat as tears made their way down your cheeks again. Your grip on the plushie tightened, unable to think clearly.

The memories of last fall now flooded you mind- a full year after meeting him. That's when things seemed to finally start breaking, where something seemed to crack the dream you were living- and nothing could fix that first crack.

He came back from his job, once again injured. This time though, he came back in the evening while you were making dinner for yourself. You had heard the jingle of keys in the door knob- a first since the past 4 days. You were giddy, happy he was back again finally. You had gotten used to his sudden disappearances, just learning to appreciate the time he was there instead. The door opened and you heard your boyfriend, Yu, walking in with heavy steps. At first, you didn't notice just how heavy those steps were, your attention fully on the stove as you readjusted the portions of the food for the two of you. ''Hi, Yu! How was work?'' You simply asked, knowing that the answer would be something short and simple. What you didn't expect was complete silence- he didn't even move from the doorway after you spoke.

''Yu?'' You called out to him again, setting down the wooden spoon you used to stir the pasta in the boiling water. You finally turned, taking a few steps to look at the apartment's entrance. Yu was standing there- a look of dread, stress and slight fear as you finally peaked your head to look at him. He was bloodied, his clothes stained with crimson and mud. He had a cut on his arm and looked a bit pained to be standing. He had large bags under his eyes- as if he didn't get any sleep. ''Yu-'' ''I can explain-... please...''

''I-I-I don't know where my head is, wanna give it all even though I'ma regret it in the morning; Yeah I know you warned me, but how could I resist you? you got me floating, Yeah.''

The explanation was nowhere near what you expected- you remember just how shocked you were; you had burnt the pasta from how long you stood in shock. He limped to the kitchen, turning off the stove - and you barely remembered what had gone down that night.

He had finally told you what his job was- and nothing could have prepared you to hear him say that. ''A hitman'' He had said, his own voice a bit shaky as he announced it. He expected many reactions from you- But frozen in shock wasn't one he had fully anticipated. He had tended to his own injuries that night, ordered in food and tried his best to do some chores while you sat on the bed- staring off at the wall, trying to process the news. Part of you wanted to force him to stop doing so much- he was injured and needed to rest up. But another part of you felt a fear- if not a slight disgust. You were dating a killer and you had ignored it for so long; you had brushed aside any signs.

That evening, he slept on the couch, he knew you needed space even if it meant sacrificing his own comfort. You barely got a wink of sleep, overthinking everything through the night and calling sick for work the next day. You were locked in the bedroom, just trying to make sense of your thoughts, each one louder than the other. It took you until mid day before you finally had made some sense of it all, a very uncertain decision being made up at that moment.

''Ever since I seen your face, my innocence done, left this place; You know you got me good when you walked in, got me good the way that you walked in.''

So, Fall turned to winter once more- and there was uncertainty that lingered in your home. You loved him, that much you knew- but was it worth the counter part of him taking human lives? That thought played like a broken record in your mind, even if you tried to push it back. That day you came out the room, you had said to him you loved him, patched him up and spent the day just holding him close. You didn't understand- how could someone so sweet, so loving be able to take lives for a living? It was a taboo subject between the two of you, whether you liked it or not. And no matter how much you pushed it aside, there was a cold draft this time making its way between you, cold like the winter once more.

''Never felt something like this, wanna tattoo your kiss on my lips; You know you got me good when you walked in, got me good the way that you walked in.''

And yet; there was a mutual understanding even though it was a moral point where you both weren't on the same page - you took care of him after he came back now and he couldn't object. And every time he came back and had sustained injury, you took extra time to patch him up, small kisses peppered delicately onto the freshly tended wounds, small caresses left on his skin as he relaxed under your touch. Every time you took care of him, you would make sure to put the efforts in- A subtle way to underline a message you hoped; no- wanted him to understand. That anytime he left for another one of these contracts- at any time it could be his last.

''You got me right where you wanted; I can't tell a wrong from a right if I'm honest- I don't care bout that right now; you're all I got on my mind''

And that day came sooner than later.

Spring came by, and as the season warmed up- he was gone once again on another contract. You couldn't help the slight anxiety now whenever he left- it was stronger than you. Now that you knew what he did- Now that you knew what could happen at any time, you always worried that this contract would be his last whenever he left.

One day turned to three, and three turned to seven. He was never gone so long, but you tried to keep the panic at bay- he was capable and you knew he knew what he was doing- He was the type of guy to over plan to make sur all would go swell. You had also learned he was a radiant throughout the winter- so you knew he would be okay.

But seven turned to twenty-one, and still no news or sign of life. It felt long, and every day felt like a fresh stab wound when you didn't hear the familiar key jingle or even your name on his lips. the three first weeks you had met him had made time fly- but the last three weeks without him made time feel like it was slow, heavy and dragging on painfully. You had to take extra days off throughout the three weeks, some days feeling unable to leave your bed to do anything.

''And I heard all the stories about you; so I know you could never keep a promise- I don't care bout that right now; you're all I got on my mind''

After the forty day mark, you somehow had gathered some energy to try searching up anything you could, any sign, any history or past he had that could trace back to anything. You were desperate- any kind of information was a sliver of relief on the pain that had been accumulating. You had started to pay all the bills yourself; the time where he had been paying for everything had allowed you to save up more than enough to afford living in the more luxurious apartment- the rent wasn't that bad, but definitely higher than if you were to pick an apartment to live alone in a less upscale part of the city.

You had managed to find glimpses of information, but nothing that was going to be able to even say whether he was okay or not, whether he was even alive. You felt like you were going to go insane, headaches pilling over more and more whenever you started to think about it all, thoughts slipping and over running you. You were becoming all too familiar with the feeling of panic, the feeling of losing a grip. And more often than not, you would let yourself be washed over by the feeling.

''I-I-I don't know where my head is, Something's missing in my chest, I think I need a medic'' ''I-I-I don't know where my head is, wanna give it all even though I'ma regret it in the morning; Yeah I know you warned me, but how could I resist you? you got me floating, Yeah.''

Summer was back in full swing, yet the warmth of the season couldn't warm you up the way you wish- the sun could leave your skin red and blistered and it still wouldn't satisfy you. The loneliness had caught up, feeling more alone than ever through it all- You had lost Rosa a long time ago due to you ignoring her warnings and selfishly snapping at her. And not only that, You had lost the person that had brought you comfort after that loss. It was like life was playing a cruel joke on you; making you understand just how much you had taken her for granted over a guy you had just met- and all that just to live a similar fate as her in a different context.

''Ever since I seen your face, my innocence done, left this place; You know you got me good when you walked in, got me good the way that you walked in.''

And yet you couldn't bring yourself to try talking to Rosa again- did you even deserve having her by your side again as a friend after how you had discarded her so quickly the moment she voiced her concerns about your love interest? Did you even deserve to ask how she's been since that year you pushed her aside? You felt like she would have been the only one to even imagine how you felt, how you've been doing and how stuck in your head you've been-

And yet you had essentially mocked her about it. was this all just a very twisted karma for the wrong you did to Rosa?

The fact it took you this long to even understand how much pain losing Rosa brought- all because you had lost Yu - made you feel like you didn't deserve to reach out to her. Why was it once again because of Yu that you had to re-think of Rosa?

''Never felt something like this, wanna tattoo your kiss on my lips; You know you got me good when you walked in, got me good the way that you walked in.''

Finally, autumn struck once more; a season you used to love so much now more of a heartache and a headache for you to live through. The apartment remained untouched, and you didn't have any of Yu's clothes left that still smelled like him. The comfort that his shirts and hoodies used to bring now was dulled, resorting to cuddling them in bed, like you were doing now. Anything that was left of him in this apartment was treasured - but kept as a painful reminder.

The song kept playing on repeat, burning as the lyrics kept replaying, memories flooding in at every sentence. once more, you were crying, an October night, alone in this queen sized bed that was meant for the two of you. Ironically, it was starting to give you a headache.

''Ever since I seen your face, my innocence done, left this place; You know you got me good when you walked in, got me good the way that you walked in.''

You reached out to the nightstand, grabbing the bottle of painkillers that seemed to reside permanently in that spot. You let two fall into your hand, chasing it with a sip of water from the bottle you kept on your beside. As you took the pills, your eyes landed onto the pictures of you and Yu, and it took everything for you to not choke as you swallowed hard the painkillers. You once more had memories flowing in, the dates, the cozy evenings, nights of passion... Everything coming back- and all you seemed to remember so vividly was his face, the face that had you so captivated the first time you saw him.

''Never felt something like this, wanna tattoo your kiss on my lips; You know you got me good when you walked in, got me good the way that you walked in.''

Finally, sleep took over you, eyes slowly dropping and his smiling face seemed to haunt your mind as it had been for months- a soft smile that complimented his lilac eyes perfectly. As you were losing consciousness, losing your battle to sleep, your mind replayed one last memory- a snippet that was both comforting and heartbreaking. It sounded just as real as the first time he said it- and if it weren't for the fact your mind had been playing this trick on you every night, you would have believed it was real.

''I love you, (Y-N)''

[blueharborhq]

Hello, Blue Harbor! The fall season is fully underway, and with it, we've decided to put together a very highly requested event for all of you to participate in: A THEMED ASK MEME WEEKEND. The overarching goal is to give everyone the opportunity to explore different facets of your characters that you may not have been given the chance to develop before, as well as foster even more inclusivity between players, all while embracing the autumn spirit! Please continue to read this post in its entirety for details on event length and how exactly to participate, plus keep an eye out for a later update in the Discord signaling the event's official start.

DETAILS.

Event Length: Friday, October 11th - Monday, October 14th.

Start Time: 12pm ( EST ), 5pm ( GMT ).

How to Participate: In the #memes channel in the OOC Discord, please make one message compiling all of the links to your participating characters' askboxes ( do NOT reblog this post to signal participation ). Send at least one meme to every mun that's participating from our selected list of memes below the cut, although the more sent the merrier! A general rule of thumb is that if you receive a meme to answer, forward the love and send another out to someone else. Please refrain from sending unrelated memes of your own to others ( but you are more than welcome to forward any additional lists you find to the main and we may consider it for our next installment of this event ), and please refrain from sending memes to the same handful of people / characters. Branch out! You may choose to answer these memes IC, as if the character was answering for themselves, or OOC, as if you are answering for them — whichever is easiest for you.

Please Note: Answers to ask memes do not count towards activity. Participation of this event is voluntary, meaning that you do not have to post your askboxes at all if you don't want to, or with every character that you have if you do not wish to answer questions for every one. However, even if you do not choose to participate, we still ask that you try your best to stay inclusive and send out memes to others. As a reminder, please wait until the official start of the event — which we will mark in the Discord — to send and/or answer any memes.

Please tag all event related answers with the tag, #answers.bh.

Any questions regarding this special event can be directed to the main.

MEMES ( ↓ ).

🍂 - What is your personal favorite fall tradition?

🎃 - Have you ever carved a pumpkin? If so, what is your favorite design that you have ever done?

🍎 - Have you ever gone apple picking? If so, who did you go with?

☕ - What is your go-to drink order in the fall?

🍰 - What is your go-to sweet treat in the fall?

🕯️ - What is your favorite fall scent?

🔥 - Do you enjoy camping? If so, what is your fondest memory from a particular camping trip?

🐴 - Have you ever ridden a horse?

🌽 - Have you ever gotten lost in a corn maze?

🎥 - Do you enjoy scary movies? If so, what is your favorite one? If not, what genre of movie do you prefer instead?

🎵 - What is your favorite song to play in the fall?

🌧️ - Are you a fan of the cooler weather? Or do you prefer the warmer months?

🎈 - Do you decorate your home for the season? Inside, outside or both?

🦃 - What are you most thankful for?

🎩 - Do you dress up for Halloween? Do you repeat costumes or think of something new?

👗 - What is your favorite costume that you have ever done?

🍬 - What is your favorite candy to receive (or give out) on Halloween?

🃏 - Do you participate in trick or treating?

😱 - Are you a thrill-seeker? Do you enjoy being scared? Or do you prefer to scare others?

👻 - Have you ever seen a ghost or had a paranormal experience?

🏚️ - Do you enjoy haunted houses / hayrides?

[artemlegere]

October

By Ruby Archer

The laughing months have all tripped gaily by, With flower entangled hair, lips thrilled with song; But lingering behind the merry throng Comes one with smile more sad than any sigh, And 'round her moaningly the dead leaves fly. With backward glance her eyes the way prolong - Wide, wistful eyes, intense with yearning strong For warm young life too early doomed to die, While thoughts were golden hours with sunbeams sown. Now like a blossom memory fadeth fast. Her joy is vanished. Like a dream it passed, Or Summer's leaves that 'round her now are blown. She drops her flowers - a thistle falling last - Then, sadly shivering, onward fares - alone.

🍂Digital Art • Transitions • Inge Schuster

[criscabo]

Despite today I went to Central Park to shot, this reel belongs to the very early October when the trees were just about to switch their colors.. the mean reason am posting this is beacuse my phone memory is getting full 😅🍂🍁💯

[wanderfulescapes]

Traveling in festival seasons (Fall edition) 🍁🍂

Dia de Los Muertos

Every autumn, Mexico erupts with joyful celebrations to honor lost loved ones during the time-honored holiday of Día de los Muertos. Far from somber, the festivities invite the deceased to return through vibrant rituals passed down through generations. You'll see the streets come alive with parades of skeletons and skulls, elaborate altars overflowing with marigolds and favorite foods of those departed, and families gathering in cemeteries for overnight vigils. The playful costumes and faces painted like sugar skulls celebrate life and death alike. To fully experience the communal rituals, rich memories, and cultural insights that surround Día de los Muertos, you must immerse yourself in the celebrations. As you reflect on mortality and honor those who came before, you just may leave Mexico with a revived passion for squeezing every drop out of life. Let the uplifting festivities of Día de los Muertos sweep you up on a travel adventure like no other this fall.

Before going Mexico for Día de los Muertos you need to understand their culture and traditions and where are they coming from.

Día de los Muertos, or Day of the Dead, is a multi-day holiday celebrated each year from October 31 to November 2 across Mexico and by people of Mexican heritage worldwide. The holiday originated with the indigenous Aztec and Mesoamerican cultures of Mexico and Central America over 3,000 years ago. When Spanish conquistadors arrived in the region in the 1500s, the rituals of Día de los Muertos merged with the Catholic holidays for All Saints and All Souls Days.

Today, Día de los Muertos is a time for families to honor and celebrate their deceased loved ones. They build elaborate altars called ofrendas overflowing with the favored foods, drinks, photos and possessions of the dead. The holiday is associated with vibrant decorations like marigold flowers and sugar skulls. Families often clean and decorate the graves of lost loved ones, sometimes having overnight candlelight vigils or picnics in the graveyard. Parades and festivals with skeleton costumes, music, dancing and feasts are common public celebrations.

While Día de los Muertos has origins in mourning and remembrance, the mood today is celebratory and festive. The rituals are designed to entice the spirits of deceased family members to return for this special day of reunion. The holiday reminds us to value life and those we love. Día de los Muertos reflects the Mexican view that death is natural - not something to fear, but rather accept as part of life's cycle.

Participating in Dia de los Muertos festival is an incredible opportunity to immerse yourself in Mexican culture and honor the tradition of celebrating life and remembering the departed. Here are some recommendations for what to do during the festival:

Visit Altars: These are set up in homes, cemeteries, or public spaces, overflowing with marigolds, candles, skulls, photos, and the favorite foods and belongings of deceased loved ones. Observing them provides deep insight into the customs. Each altar is unique and offers a glimpse into the lives of those being remembered. Respectfully observe the offerings and take in the stories behind them.

Attend a candlelight vigil - Many families hold all-night vigils in cemeteries, decorating graves with marigolds and keeping candles lit to guide the spirits. Witnessing this intimate tradition is moving- Many families hold all-night vigils in cemeteries, decorating graves with marigolds and keeping candles lit to guide the spirits. Witnessing this intimate tradition is moving

Witness Parades and Processions: Many towns and cities host lively parades filled with vibrant costumes, music, dancing, and people painted as calaveras (skulls). These parades are a joyful way to celebrate the spirits' return.

Enjoy Traditional Foods: Indulge in the delicious traditional foods associated with Dia de los Muertos, such as pan de muerto (sweet bread), chocolate caliente, sugar skulls, tamales, atole (a warm beverage), and more.

Learn about La Catrina: Discover the history and significance of La Catrina, the iconic elegantly dressed skeleton figure.

La Catrina became an iconic Día de los Muertos symbol due to her origins in José Guadalupe Posada's satirical 1910 etching of an elegant female skeleton, poking fun at indigenous Mexicans imitating upper class fashions. Her name blended European and native words, while her outfit blended styles, representing Mexico's mixed origins. Artist Diego Rivera later popularized La Catrina as a national symbol in his murals. Her playful yet philosophical representation of death as a natural part of life, instead of something to fear, resonated deeply. Today La Catrina appears everywhere during Day of the Dead celebrations, from artwork to costumes. She is the quintessential folkloric embodiment of Mexican identity and attitudes towards death.

Engage in Face Painting: If you're comfortable, consider getting your face painted with calavera makeup. It's a fun and artistic way to join in the spirit of the celebration.

Overall, Dia de los Muertos is a celebration of life, memory, and the unity of people across generations. Engaging in the festivities with respect and an open heart can provide you with a transformative and culturally enriching experience.