#A Veiled and Hallowed Eve

[meeghanreads]

Top 5 red books

Hello friends!! Welcome to Top 5 Tuesday!! This week’s topic is top 5 red books!! The month of June seems to be all about things with the colour red in common: roses, pomegranates… Ok, so two red things. But June is also Pride month (and the top of the pride flag is red), and my birthday month (and I like the colour red AND Taylor Swift’s album). Also there’s a peach tree called a June Red and an…

[theladyrebecca2]

👀

[vbused]

this is what my future family is going to look like

[autel-luna]

Let the Samhain festivities begin! 🎃👻🕸️🖤

[thesundowncrew]

15. Wither Away 🥀

"Being a witch, you have some advantages. You can remain in the physical plane relatively longer and still use your spirit energy to their fullest capability."

"How much longer?"

"Depends. Could be hundreds or thousands of years. But.. do *this* and you will shorten your spirit lifespan."

"..How long will I last then?"

"You will barely reach a hundred years before your spirit starts to undo itself. Your energy will weaken, making you unstable and susceptible to many threats. You will lose mind, memory and sense of self. You might even become something truly malicious if corrupted. That is the fate of all mortal spirits who do not return from whence they came, should they not wither away in due time.

Knowing this... Do you still accept?"

Drawtober 2023 list by @pumpkinlollipop 🎃

[mycolancer]

In the twilight of Samhain's sacred night, Where veils between worlds are thin and light, I seek the mushrooms, mystical and old, Their secret stories, by the ancients told.

Beneath the silver moon's enchanting gleam, They rise from earth, like whispers in a dream, With caps of velvet and stems so slender, They beckon, in their splendor, to surrender.

Toadstools of enchantment, they appear, A portal to the spirit world so near, As Samhain's magic weaves its ancient spell, The fungi's wisdom, they are here to tell.

In shadowed groves, where secrets come to life, I find the fungi, free from mortal strife, Their colors shimmer, phosphorescent bright, Guiding me through Samhain's mystic night.

With every bite, a journey to the stars, To converse with spirits, both near and far, In visions deep, my soul begins to soar, As I explore the realms unseen, once more.

These magic mushrooms, gifts from earth and sky, Unveil the truths that often pass us by, On Samhain's eve, they lead us on a quest, To touch the realms of spirits, manifest.

In reverence, I partake and feel their grace, Commune with ancestors, in that sacred space, For on this night, the boundaries grow thin, And through these mushrooms, ancient worlds begin.

So, on Samhain's eve, we gather 'round, To honor spirits in the hallowed ground, With magic mushrooms as our guiding star, We journey far, wherever spirits are.

In the dance of shadows, moonlight beams, Samhain's magic mushrooms fill our dreams, Connecting past and present, far and near, On this sacred night, the veil is clear. By Mycolancer

[healingislimitless]

Hey Friends!

With our favourite day tomorrow, Halloween / Samhain brings unparalleled energy as always. It brings that beautiful energy of death and transformation, we just had a Full Moon and eclipse, and Harvest Season is still in full swing!

Whatever your plans are, I want to remind you of something. Samhain is sacred for many and a big tradition is communing with your #ancestors and other spirits. We continue to hear that The Veil is thinning around this time, but I want to remind you all that WE are The Veil. You are the bridge between the physical and Spiritual planes. Remember that your departed loved ones are always with you, giving you subtle guidance and #healing . Remember to thank and honour them.

Whether you're going out or staying in, remember to be safe and enjoy the day!

Check out my previous video on The Veil!

[babythegod]

She doesn’t run from danger

Learning to control that fiery anger

Magic is in the tip of her fingers

Eternal beauty it never fades

Divinely made , Pretty likkle nightshade 🧚🏾‍♀️ ✨

[mind-incarnate]

sorry to my single follower, it seems i havfe yet again been channeling unconsciously

[sparkles-and-trash]

Happy All Hallow’s my lovely friends! 🎃

Keep the loved ones that have passed close to your mind and heart today, and stay safe ♥️

[theplotmage]

Halloween-themed Fantasy Festival and Unique Events for Worldbuilding:

1. Whispers Eve – A night when the spirits of the lost whisper secrets to the living.

2. Harrowtide – A festival of fear where nightmares walk among the people.

3. Veilfall – The thin barrier between worlds collapses, allowing passage for the dead.

4. Moonshadow Revel – When the moon is dark, shadowy creatures come out to celebrate.

5. Hallowed Lanterns – A night where enchanted lanterns guide the dead home.

6. Soul’s Gate – The gate between the mortal world and the afterlife swings open.

7. Glimmernight – A festival where ghosts appear as shimmering lights.

8. Dreadmasque – A masquerade where each mask hides a dark secret.

9. Reaping Hollow – An event where spirits return to reclaim what they’ve lost.

10. Bloodfire Vigil – Bonfires are lit with blood magic to protect against the undead.

11. Darkmoon Ascendance – A night where the moon turns black and dark magic reigns.

12. Spectral Tide – The dead rise as the tide reaches its highest point.

13. Twilight’s Grasp – The setting sun never fully disappears, keeping the world in twilight where horrors lurk.

14. Night of the Wraiths – Wraiths descend to collect souls and drag them into the underworld.

15. Frostgrave Feast – A feast in the frozen woods where the spirits of winter grant wishes, but at a price.

16. Bonefire Rites – Sacred fires are lit to honor ancestors and keep malevolent spirits at bay.

17. Witch’s Mark – A night when those who bear a witch’s mark gain immense, but temporary, power.

18. Gravemist Rising – The fog from graves rises, filled with whispers and secrets from the dead.

19. Shadowveil Crossing – A ritual where people cross over into the shadow world to commune with spirits.

20. Autumn’s Curse – A festival where the curse of eternal autumn brings creatures of decay to life.

21. Lantern of Souls – A single lantern, said to hold the souls of the departed, guides the lost on Halloween.

22. Phantom’s Requiem – A symphony is played by phantoms, echoing through the realm of the living.

23. Cindershade Festival – Celebrating the power of fire to keep the dark spirits away.

24. Nightmare’s End – A gathering where the most vivid nightmares are summoned and must be conquered.

25. Hallowveil Procession – A grand parade of masked figures representing both life and death.

26. Gloomhaven Masquerade – A ball held in an eerie town where no one knows who is mortal and who is not.

27. Midnight Harvest – A harvest festival under the blood moon where sacrifices are made to dark gods.

28. Ebon Wreath – A wreath of black flowers is hung on every door to protect against roaming spirits.

29. Soulthorn Festival – A thorny forest springs to life, and only those who navigate it can escape the spirits within.

30. Eclipse of Ashes – During a total eclipse, the ashes of the dead rain down, bringing with them cryptic messages.

31. Gravenight Dance – A dance held in a cemetery where ghosts lead the living in one last waltz.

32. Night of the Void – The stars disappear, leaving the world in utter darkness as creatures from the void emerge.

33. Horror’s Ascendant – A festival that celebrates the rise of a forgotten terror that once plagued the world.

34. Tide of the Forsaken – A night when those forsaken by the gods are given one last chance to walk among the living.

35. Mournstar Vigil – A night when the mournful star rises and the dead follow its path back to the mortal realm.

36. Graveshadow Feast – A festival where the living feast with their deceased ancestors.

37. Shroudfall – The shroud between life and death dissolves, allowing creatures of darkness to invade.

38. Hollowlight Procession – Spirits of lost children carry lanterns, leading a parade through the haunted woods.

39. Doomveil Gathering – A gathering of witches and warlocks under a cursed sky to summon forbidden magic.

40. Veilfire Festival – A festival where fire dances upon the veil between worlds, granting glimpses of the afterlife.

41. Ruinwake Revelry – A chaotic festival celebrating destruction and chaos, where dark beings rise from ruin.

42. Blackthorn Masque – A masquerade in a cursed castle where everyone wears masks of thorns.

43. Echoes of Dust – A ceremony where the dust of ancient beings blows through the town, and their voices are heard once more.

44. Ashen Sun – The sun turns ashen, and with it, the spirits of forgotten warriors rise from their graves.

45. Night of Unraveling – A night when the fabric of reality unravels, and the boundary between dimensions fades.

46. Hushmoor Eve – A silent evening where all sound is banned to prevent awakening the slumbering dead.

47. Cryptwatch Festival – Vigilant watch over ancient crypts, where treasure seekers try to unlock the secrets of eternal life.

48. Wraith’s Breath – A chilling wind blows through town, said to be the breath of wraiths hunting for souls.

49. Duskmire Celebration – A festival in a swampy region where creatures of the mire rise to celebrate with the living.

50. Moonless Descent – A night where the moon disappears and the world descends into a temporary abyss, where anything can happen.

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[irisinluv]

A Haunting Pt. 1

Lucian died watching the love of his life run away in the arms of another man. It was poetic, he thinks, that he had chosen all hallows eve to profess his love. After all, what greater terror could one encounter than the heartbreak he had just experienced?

After years of quiet longing, Lucian had finally done it. He had declared his feelings for his one true love. Except his dream come true turned into a nightmare when he discovered she not only did not return his feelings…. But was engaged to another. He discovered the later fact when the man in question arrived, and attempted to defend his beloveds honor. The resulting tussle led to Lucian bleeding from the back of his skull, eyes turning glassy as he gazed at his loves fleeing form until his last breath.

What was even more morbidly poetic, was that Lucian would find no peace in death. The veil is thin on all hallows eve, and it’s easy for restless spirits to get trapped on such a night. This is how Lucian found himself bound to the house, watching for generations as others came and went, ever the silent observer of the lives that went on around him. At least… until his second chance appears….

You couldn’t believe it. Your dream house just popped up on Zillow…. And it was in your price range! I mean in today’s economy? This has to be some kind of mistake! You thought this as you booked the showing, as you gushed over the original fireplaces, pocket doors, and general Victorian flair. You thought this as you got the house inspected and found the roof was in sound condition, the heating up to code, and generally very well maintained. You continued to think this as you signed the documents, and it wasn’t until you were standing in your very own foyer that you thought, maybe, this wasn’t a mistake.

Lucian was immediately fascinated by you… something about you called to him. And this was even before he realized you could see him. When you saw him on the stairs one morning, you two stared at each other for a long moment before he let out a hesitant, “hello?”

And that was all it took before you booked it out the front door in your pjs and slippers. You only came back because your car keys were still in your bag upstairs, and it would be quite a walk to get anywhere. Luckily for the both of you, Lucian was able to calm you down enough to hear him out. He has a gentle, soothing voice, and was able to coax you into at least letting him explain before you booked it again.

He explained that he had died on Halloween, therefore trapping his soul in the house, but that you are the first occupant to be able to perceive him in the many years since his passing. You’re not sure if it’s your bleeding heart, the iron grip capitalism and the housing market has on you, or the fact that the ghost in question was easy on the eyes…. But you decided to stay.

You admit, having a roommate was not what you expected when you bought your own house… but Lucian is by far the best roommate you’ve ever had, so you can’t say you mind. It turns out, he’s ever so eager to help with chores, and has been the reason the house has been kept in such pristine condition all these years. Plus, you’ve never had someone who understands you as well as Lucian. You wake up craving something, and he’s already in the kitchen prepping it. You have a bad day, and it’s like he can sense it, and it waiting to whisk you away for a relaxing evening.

The only real concern you have with your new living situation is that you no longer can walk around in your underwear…. But hey, when your roommate died in a full suit, tail coat and all…. Your “boo-ty” undies seem a little innapropriate anyways.

Weeks pass and you become closer with Lucian. In fact, he becomes one of your closest friends. In the weeks since you met him though, he never revealed the circumstances around his death.

One chilly night in early October, you were sitting around the fireplace with Lucian, when you decided to work up the courage to just ask him

“Lucian…. Can I ask you…” you hesitate for a moment but his gentle smile encourages you to go on, “how did you… die?”

He looks so forlorn, his dull silver eyes looking wistful, a sharp contrast to their normal piercing intensity. But he focuses back on you and begins to tell you the tale.

By the end, you have tears dripping down your cheeks, feeling the heartbreak and betrayal he conveyed with every word. He gently wiped your tears and tells you not to cry for him, but you can’t help it. How could such a kind man be stuck living the worst day of this life for all eternity? It doesn’t matter how long had passed… he was trapped.

You decided then and there…. You’ll help him. You watch enough movies, you just need to help him pass on. You bring up the idea to Lucian, asking him how you might help him find closure.

Little did you know, he has just the thing in mind…

Lil Halloween OC I’ve been thinking up! I’m kinda a mood poster, so as must as I wanna say I’ll conclude the series on actual Halloween night….. let’s just see where this takes us lol.

No tag list for this, yall scared me with the last series I had a tag list for, lmao. But stay tuned cuz I’m sure you can already guess…. But our ghost boi is gonna be quite the obsessive freak.

[silkjade]

& IF WE’RE ALL DRESSED UP, THEY MIGHT AS WELL BE LOOKING AT US

neuvillette x reader ⤀ warnings: implied fem!reader, nothing specific + no pronouns mentioned ⤀ summary: making your debut as a couple at the hallow's eve ball ⤀ notes: wrote this last minute but i'm in one of the latest timezones, so happy halloween ! (written before 4.2 aq)

"Furina might be upset if we steal her spotlight tonight," you mutter, fingers nervously straightening the cravat resting at Neuvillette's neck for the nth time tonight.

"Let her be upset then. It’s not a storm I haven’t weathered before," he replies, wrapping his hands around yours before lowering them back down to your sides. He's sure you've fixed his cravat to be more than perfect already.

"Yes, but garnering our archon's contempt isn't exactly something off my bucket list..."

A low hum ripples in his throat as he tilts is head in earnest trepidation. "Are you having second thoughts?"

You shake your head — absolutely not. A secret relationship is no easy feat, much less one with someone as high profile as Neuvillette, who in spite of his distaste for lingering within the public eye, is still often thrust into the spotlight by those hoping for a glimpse into the chief justice’s private life.

"Just a little nervous I guess," you breathe.

To reveal the nature of your relationship, is a decision you've made as a united front. The gossip columns of the steambird already run rampant with thinly veiled monikers, and there's not much either of you can do when an 'Honorable Monsieur N' is once again spotted with a 'mystery someone'.

It'd open the floodgates to an onslaught of curiosities, but Neuvillette would have the city be his witness, for though he still has much to learn about the ins and outs of human nature, he knows for a fact that his entire heart is yours. So whilst no authority in this land can truly stop the peoples' whispers, if Fontaine wishes to talk, they can do so on your terms, without the threat scandal.

Before the two of you, stands a pair of large double doors; the only thing between you and focalor's hallows eve ball, the only shelter from the costumed elite of Fontainian society who's predatory eyes would land on you the second you step past the threshold.

To your left, Neuvillette stands with an arm behind his back, a perfect gentleman costumed in the finest fabrics, the gold metal details glinting under the chandelier's light. with a deep breath, you straighten as you exhale, carrying the weight of your own matching costume with a dignity befitting of the iudex's lover.

Coppelia and Coppelius, two individual entities, who when together, waltzes amidst a flurry of ice and wind, persevering through any storm. Gingerly, you take his outstretched hand, nodding as the doors creak open.

notes2: tbh i only wrote this cus i thought coppelia & coppelius would be a super cool couples costume HAHA anways thanks for reading, and as always, reblogs + feedback are super appreciated ^^

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[keatsonthebeach]

All Hallows' Eve

‘twixt

the coming through 

and 

the coming to

a shroud’d veil 

an ancient prayer

and

we are

anointed

and

we are

immaculate

jk

artist -Andrew Wyeth

[astra-ravana]

Celebrating Samhain

Samhain, pronounced "SAH-win", is the eighth Sabbat and final spoke on the Wheel of the Year. With ancient Celtic origins, Samhain was one of the four fire festivals, and falls at the halfway point between the Autumn Equinox ans Winter Solstice. Opposing Beltane on the Wheel, Samhain also similarly features a 'thinning of the Veil', a time when the barrier between our world and that of spirits and other magickal entities is weakened and easier to cross. While Beltane famously is a strong time to interact with the Fae due to the Veil thinning, Samhain is most known for interactions with spiritual entities, the dead, and ancestors.

Samhain is also known as the third and final Harvest Festival (the first being Lughnasadh, and the second Mabon). The frost is coming, and most of the produce has been collected from the fields and stored away. As people prepared for oncoming harsh weather and lack of food/resources, they had to cut back on everything that wasn't crucial to their survival. Thus, this festival was the time of the animal harvest. All creatures who could not be fed through the harsh Winter were harvested during this time, and celebrated for their sacrifice.

Other names for Samhain and similar celebrations include:

• Halloween

• All Hallow's Eve

• The Witch's New Year

• The Third/Final Harvest

• Calan Gaeaf, "The First Day Of Winter"

• Oiche Shamnhna

• All Soul's Day

• All Saint's Day

• Devil's Night

Common Samhain Traditions

• The Dumb Supper is when a meal is hosted and consumed by the living, but the dead and spirits are invited to participate and given seats and places at the table as a sign of respect. Often the windows are all open during a Dumb Supper to invite the spirits into a home. Sometimes specific spirits or ancestors are invited or the invitation is simply left open to any spirits that wish to attend. The living attendants traditionally eat in silence to honor the spirits and hear their messages.

• Carving Jack-O-Lanterns originally came from the myth of "Stringy Jack", which is an Irish folktale about a man who tricked the Devil and now has to wander the world with a lit piece of coal protected inside a carved turnip. This evolved into people carving their own turnips and potatoes and placing them in windows or doorways to scare away Stringy Jack and other tricky or potentially harmful spirits. Once Irish immigrants came to America, the tradition was continued with pumpkins.

• Trick-Or-Treating is also derived from old Samhain traditions. The Celts believed that by dressing up they were disguising themselves from negative spirits who wandered the Earth on Samhain. In the Middle-Ages, "guising" was when children or impoverished people would dress in costumes and go door-to-door begging for food in exchange for songs or prayers. This practice was known as "souling" and the participants called "soulers". In Ireland, the practice of "mumming" involved dressing up in costumes and going door-to-door to sing in exchange for tasty cakes and baked goods.

Samhain Correspondences

Colors:

• Black

• Green

• Orange

• Purple

• Red

• Silver

Crystals:

• Black Obsidian

• Bloodstone

• Amethyst

• Black Tourmaline

• Carnelian

• Jasper

• Jet

• Malachite

• Iolite

• Onyx

• Vivianite

• Ruby

• Smokey Quartz

• Garnet

Herbs/Plants:

• Cedar

• Allspice

• Cinnamon

• Hemlock

• Sage

• Rosemary

• Patchouli

• Hazel

• Dittany of Crete

• Bay

• Clove

• Belladonna

• Dragon's Blood

• Wormwood

• Mandrake

• Mugwort

• Snapdragon

• Gourds

• Nutmeg

• Frankincense

• Ginger

• Pine

• Hyssop

• Marigold

Animals:

• Bats

• Snakes

• Cats

• Spiders

• Scorpions

• Coyotes

• Jackals

• Dogs

• Wolves

• Foxes

• Crows

• Ravens

• Owls

• Rats

• Stags

Food/Drink:

• Pumpkins

• Cider

• Beef

• Chicken

• Pork

• Cranberries

• Turnips

• Potatoes

• Garlic

• Soups/stews

• Pears

• Corn

• Ale

• Apples

• Grain

• Pies

Deities:

• Hekate

• Lucifer

• Anubis

• Loki

• Lilith

• Morrigan

• Nyx

• Hades

• Persephone

• Osiris

• Apollo

• Cerridwen

• Hel

• Freya

• Demeter

• Bast

• Mercury

• Yama

• Dis

• Herne

Magickal Workings:

• Spirit Work

• Ancestral Work

• Banishing

• Cleansing

• Divination

• Baneful Magick

• Shadow Work

• Rebirth/Resurrection

• Transformation

• Creativity

• Defensive Magick

• Preparation

• Ambition

• Purification

• Protection

Bonus: Samhain Incense Recipe

• 2 parts Rosemary

• 1 part Frankincense

• 1 part Cinnamon

• 1 part Cloves

• 1 part Patchouli

• 1/2 part Sage

• 1/4 part Hyssop

• Pinch of Sea Salt

[yan-lorkai]

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Day eighteen: Crewel telling his darling about halloween

“Sit still, pup,” Crewel commanded, his tone leaving no room for disobedience as he settled into his favorite armchair. The fire crackled warmly in the hearth but the atmosphere was thick with an eerie anticipation.

You sat cross-legged on the plush rug, gazing up at him with wide eyes. He held a thick, ancient book in his hands, the leather cover worn and cracked from years of use. “Tonight’s story is not one to be taken lightly,” he warned, brushing his thumb across the yellowed pages as if caressing a beloved pet. “It’s a tale of All Hallows' Eve, when the boundary between the living and the dead becomes dangerously thin.”

You shivered, and Crewel’s eyes, sharp and alert, didn’t miss the movement. “Are you cold?” he asked, though he didn’t wait for an answer. With a flick of his wrist, he pulled a heavy, fur-lined blanket from the back of his chair and draped it over your shoulders, tucking you in with meticulous care. “We can’t have you catching a chill, now, can we?”

“I’m fine, Professor,” you murmured, but he simply gave you that familiar, knowing smile.

You shifted uncomfortably, the blanket now feeling like a protective barrier. “Do they… really come back?” you asked, trying to sound brave, but there was a tremble in your voice that gave you away.

“Nonsense,” he replied, clicking his tongue, turning back to his book after eyeing your figure. “You’re far too delicate to be left unguarded on a night like this.” He cleared his throat, eyes narrowing as he began to read. “They say that on Halloween, when the veil between worlds is at its thinnest, the spirits of the dead rise from their graves.”

His voice dropped to a whisper, sending chills down your spine. “They wander the streets, seeking those who’ve wronged them or foolish souls who dare to stray too far from safety.”

“Oh, they do,” Crewel assured you, his eyes never leaving yours as he leaned over you, patting your head. “And they’re not the only dangers lurking in the dark, pup. Demons, werewolves and all manner of malevolent creatures come out to play, drawn to the living like moths to a flame.” He paused, leaning forward, his face illuminated by the flickering firelight. “Do you know what they seek most of all, my little pup?”

You shook your head, your heart pounding in your chest. “No…”

He smiled, a dangerous gleam in his eyes. “They seek the warmth of life, the heartbeat that tells them you’re still flesh and blood. And if they find you…” He paused for dramatic effect, watching as you leaned in, your breath hitching. “They’ll drag you back to the grave with them, to make you one of their own.”

“Stories are born from truth,” Crewel said softly, reaching out to brush a lock of hair away from your face. “And the truth is, the world is full of dangers. But you don’t have to worry about any of that.” His voice hardened, and his grip on your shoulder tightened ever so slightly. “Because as long as you stay close to me, no ghost, ghoul, or demon will dare lay a finger on you.”

You swallowed hard, instinctively pulling the blanket tighter around yourself. “That’s… That’s just a story, right?” you whispered, trying to convince yourself more than him.

And as he read on, the shadows seemed to retreat from the corners of the room, as if obeying his unspoken command. You couldn’t help but feel that, even if the dead did rise that night, none of them would dare approach as long as Divus Crewel stood guard, a silent, unwavering sentinel by your side.

He lifted the book again, but you felt his eyes on you, sharp and protective. “You see, I’ve dealt with monsters far worse than anything you could imagine. And I’ll keep dealing with them if it means keeping you safe.” He continued reading, his voice smooth and hypnotic, but you could feel the weight of his words wrapping around you like a binding spell.

“Never forget, my little pup,” he murmured as the firelight flickered, “no matter what comes clawing at the door, I’ll always be here to keep the darkness at bay.”

"Hey... could you perhaps read another story?" You asked, which caused him to laugh.

The only father figure you had in a place like this.