#Halloween self-expression

[haveacupofjohanny]

The Mental Health Benefits of Halloween and Why Dressing Up is for Adults Too

Halloween isn’t just for kids! Dressing up as adults lets us tap into creativity, self-expression, and even therapy. 🎃👻 Discover the mental health benefits of celebrating Halloween—because adults need fun too! #HalloweenForAdults #MentalHealth

When we think of Halloween, the image of children gleefully running around in costumes, clutching bags of candy, often comes to mind. But why should kids have all the fun? For many adults, Halloween is more than just a nostalgic nod to childhood—it’s a moment to pause, let go, and express ourselves in ways that might feel impossible during the rest of the year. Beyond the spooky decorations and…

[maddymoreau]

Grant Turner and I commission by @lavendelleaf

[uraverageartist]

I caved into the fixation only a wip tho lolz

Anyways! Reese! <3-

[overthinkerbell21]

[lunawriteschaos]

On Halloween

The fog is low and dense, moving forward with confidence. The streets are dead— like the spirit who once bled.

Her name long forgotten, her body now rotten, her soul transparent as the pain she’d inherit.

Through twisted trees, she roams, searching for peace, far from home. But the branches whisper, “Your time has passed, sister.”

The night breathes for her, chilling the living—how absurd, why does she still feel the pain of memories lingering, ingrained?

Once alive, a sickly girl, a lone and lovely black pearl. Her fate was cruel, swept up in a violent whirlpool.

Hope was her shelter, a faint relief against cruel weather, but life was stolen by a sneaky thief, leaving her with haunting grief.

Now he comes with every tick, lurking near, the shadows thick. Death, that full stop in our veins— the companion we all must claim.

In his domain, she’s blessed to stay, at peace, in a spectral way. This Halloween, may she find her treats: The long-sought end, her soul’s release.

[jeremykillswitch]

Happy Halloween

(pls don't tell Alixxx this is a Halloween costume, I told her I was interested in exploring the idea of having a cat kintype so she'd do cat tattoos on me)

[pocket-mobster]

i lie sobbing in fetal position, repeating "it's ok not to do anything for halloween. us real freaks celebrate it year-round" knowing damn well i'm not real or a freak

[snekdood]

i'd totally be at the club if i weren't so strange and unnerving

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

GUYS… 💀

Skully J. “I greet you with a kiss” Graves

You wake up in his arms after blacking out

Calls you “my dear” and “lovely”/“wonderful” even though we literally just met

Comments that your names are beautiful

Offers to escort you (well, Trey technically) through the woods even though Skully has no idea where tf he’s going

Remarks that it would be nice to hold hands and stroll through the forest together

He tends to use the term "fated" to refer to things he has in common with others

Is the first character in all of Twst to have a BLUSHING face

He holds your hand and kisses you (on the back of it??) without even waiting or asking for your okay (avert your eyes, Grim…)????

HE ALSO KISSES GRIM AND ALL THE OTHER BOYS ON THE HAND

HE KISSES YUU MULTIPLE TIMES THROUGHOUT THIS EVENT

HE WALKED OUT OF a DAtinG SIM 😭

Other Skully facts:

He’s taller than Malleus (not including the horns, just judging by the models) and Sebek (stated explicitly in the dialogue)

He’s is a first year student

He’s 16, same age as the other first years (though Skully only recently turned 16)

Speaks very respectfully, even to fellow first years (Riddle remarks on Skully being very gentlemanly and even Vil calls Skully elegant)

He refers to himself using an archaic form of “I” (wagahai)

HE’S AN OTAKU FOR HALLOWEEN, he calls Jack Skellington “Jack Skellington-sama” and says Jack is the person he admires the most dbsksbsiqguzvs

Skully asks everyone else call him Jack-sama too

He comes from a small isolated fog-shrouded rural village; it is located at the bottom of a valley

His hometown considers Jack Skellington the founder of Halloween; Jack Skellington is not known outside of this village

The people in Skully’s hometown love Halloween and its founder, Jack

He seems to be sleep deprived???

Skully tries to tell others at his school about Halloween and Jack, but his peers don’t listen and get mad at him

Skully doesn’t like to talk about his school (and seems to actively dislike it, calling his classmates fools and asking to avoid the topic of school)

He self-admits to not having many people who understand him

Confirmed a mage (Leona says he has the same amount of magic as Epel), but he doesn’t have a magical pen/doesn't seem to know what they are???

He doesn't know Malleus either.

Skully claims he was also sucked into the book while attending the used book fair in Foothill Town

Chunibyo?? Like, he presents as mysterious initially but actually has very excitable reactions to things, lots of purple prose too

Leona calls him a BADGER

He calls his classmates “worthless” for not understanding/listening to him

He thinks lowly of those who disagree with his opinions on Halloween; there is a drastic shift in his personality when the NRC students express dissent

Skully’s ideal Halloween is solemn and desolate, involving: beating up all ghosts, painting rooms entirely black, no decorations, and no music

This is how his village spends Halloween, in solemn silence; Skully grew up thinking this is how it always is

He likes classical music and opera

He acts gentlemanly because he believes Jack is also a gentleman

He wants to learn piano someday

Skully believes that staying traditional and respecting and protecting the past is important

Details about his unique magic

(Side note: GRIM’S NEW oUTFIT 👌 He looks perfect in that suit!! LOOKS At HIS WIDDLE PAW gLOVES… And the chest fluff sticking out gives the illusion of a cravat! Aaaaaah, so cute 💕)

[winonaryder4life]

RYAN CONFIRMED (?!?) THAT EDDIE HAS A MUSTACHE IN SEASON 8 WE ARE SO BACK

[catsukkii]

— UNDER THE MISTLETOE !? ft. katsuki bakugo

IN WHICH…when decorating the house with your boyfriend, you unpack a mistletoe and hang it over your archway, what was supposed to be a sweet kiss turns into your boyfriend decorating you with hickeys.

comments, likes & reblogs mean the world to me! 18+ — minors DNI.

CONTENT CONTAINS; SMUT! mdni, swearing, marking, squirting, pussy eating, use of petnames, established relationship, vulgar descriptions hehe, katsukis a loser for you, reader calls katsuki ‘kats’ & ‘suki’

WORD COUNT; 1.6k

A/N; don’t diss me to hard everybody 😔 I actually am not to upset with how it came out so ayyye !

song rec; santa baby <3

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“katsuki, put the garland up on the fireplace,” the wind was howling outside, soft white snow covering the ground, children playing and squealing in the white fluffy snowflakes. It was almost christmas.

katsuki was a scrooge, a grinch even when it came to the holidays. he liked thanksgiving to eat, and halloween to scare kids. that was it.

but once you and your jolly self marched your way into katsukis life, he found himself tolerating, hell, even enjoying the holidays.

“yeah yeah woman, I’m goin.” he gets up off the couch with a groan, stretching his arms up, and dropping them back to his side. you roll your eyes at his old man tendencies and continue your work on the pretty little tree that sat in the corner of your living room.

“katsuki when your done hand me the box,” you were standing on a step stool to reach the top of your abnormally large tree katsuki insisted on having. you pointed to the cardboard box that sat underneath the fireplace. “I think there’s more ornaments there.” you continue putting the glass balls on the tree, the dark green matching your red and white bulbs elegantly.

“damn gotta do everything around here…” katsuki mumbles and you shot him a sharp glare, he closed his mouth quickly and opened the cardboard box.

“babe there’s no ornaments here..” he digs through the box in search, “only…some stupid figures, more stupid figures, and….” he continues the search, you roll your eyes at him calling your pretty decorations ‘stupid figures’. “mistletoe?” he holds the green leafs up as if he was inspecting it, he then smirks.

“ahh, cmon we gotta hang up the mistletoe right?” he shoots you a cocky look mixed with a smirk. “oh wow, katsuki bakugo wanting to kiss me under the mistletoe?” you put a faux shocked expression on, fanning yourself with your knees buckling as if you were one of his fangirls. he rolls his eyes at your antics.

“yeah yeah, only one I’d kiss under some damn mistletoe…” the last part comes out as more of a grumble but it made your heart flutter nonetheless. he offers a hand to help you get off your stepstool, but as soon as you put your hand on top of his he grabbed you and lifted you down as your legs kicked with an ‘eek!’

“alright when have I ever dropped you.” he deadpans, “never but I didn’t expect it!” he scoffs at you and drags you to the archway entrance into your living room.

“okay lift me up a little so I can see better kats.” he rests his hands on your waist and lifts you up effortlessly, as always. you put the little green leafs up with a thumbtac, and tap his arm to let him know you’re done.

once he places your feet back on the floor, you both look at the work you did and smile brightly, he snakes an arm around your waist and whispers in your ear.

“cmon we gotta kiss under the mistletoe right?” you smirk at his words and drag him underneath the archway.

he grabs the back of your neck one hand still rested on your waist, you wrap your arms around his neck and he pulls you in for a slow passionate kiss.

your lips moved in tandem, you couldn’t help the small smile you let out into the kiss. they moved slowly against one another’s, love and passion mixed into this one kiss.

the kiss quickly turned heated, mouth parting as you moan into the kiss, he takes advantage and shoves his tongue in your mouth, twirling together fighting for dominance, he’s pressed you up again the archway knee resting inbetween your leg, applying pressure occasionally; causing you to moan into the kiss. he wasn’t any better off, breathing heavily but refusing to pull away for air. you just tasted so sweet to him.

you subconsciously started grinding on his knee, to which he smirks into the kiss as you let out a moan, the friction hit just right into that sensitive spot. the pleasure became to much, all you could do was tip your head back as your mouth formed into an ‘o’. he took this as an opportunity to kiss down your neck, sucking and licking at the sensitive skin, marking you.

he hums into your neck while nipping at your skin, your hands find the back of his head and tangle into his hair.

“mmm..katsuki—“ you cut yourself off with a sweet moan when he applied pressure to your wetness again, he breathily laughed at this.

“cat got your tongue baby?” you stupidly nod at his question, only thing on your mind being how good you felt.

he pulls away from your neck and tugs at the hem of your shirt, you quickly take the hint and pull it up over your head, your pretty red bra being on display for him. he wastes no time and dives to mark the skin on your breasts, causing a moan to ripple through you.

he releases his knee from your leg and kisses down your body, from your neck all the way down to the waist of your pants. he’s squatting, kissing and sucking on any piece of skin he can get his lips on.

he greedily licks around your hips and lightly tugs at your pants, you’re quick to pull them off and throw it across the room someplace where your shirt landed, he kisses up your thighs and spends most of his time sucking and nipping at them, purplish and red hickeys shown on basically every inch of your skin, he just had such an obsession with marking you.

so here you were, only in your pretty little red lacey bra and panties below the mistletoe, underneath the archway in your living room.

“suki, wanna see you—“ you breathe out through the tension, “take your shirt off.” he quickly complied, placing himself fully on his knees and pulling his tank over his neck, his sculpted body on full display for you.

he proceeds to take his pants off as well, throwing them and his shirt across the room; probably somewhere near yours.

he quickly gets back to his work marking you, finding himself between your thighs sucking and licking; getting so close to where you need him.

“kats, please don’t tease me. need you.” you reach for his blonde locks and tilt his head back to make eye contact with his pretty red eyes staring lowly at you, already drunk just off the taste of your skin alone.

luckily for you, he was just as needy as you were.

he licked his lips and nodded at you, pulling your panties to the side, not even bothering to slip them off at this point.

he immediately makes work on your cunt, licking a long stripe from your hole to your clit, you moan loudly and tug on his hair out of response.

he sucks and drinks up everything you give him, high-pitched moans making their way past your mouth, squirming in his grasp; he holds you down sternly with his muscled arm, pushing on your lower belly in the process.

to katsuki, your pleasure was always truly his pleasure, he loved the sounds of your sweet whimpers and whines as you tried to wiggle away from his assault on your wetness. he loved it all.

“s-suki—!” a moan bubbles past your lips as you feel that all so familiar climax approaching, but something was different about this one.

“kats!— s-stop! g’nna pee!” at this he moans into your heat, humming against it causing shivers to run down your spine. he knew what that meant, katsuki had always done research on women, obviously knowing the basics, but he seriously started focusing on it more when he got with you.

he shakes his head back and forth, your begs and pleas to stop going on deaf ears as he makes it his mission to work even harder and bring you closer to your orgasm, pushing down on your lower stomach even harsher now.

“n-no! g’nna pee…! ‘ts comin!” your vision whites as you embarrassingly can’t hold back anymore, your orgasm crashing through you harshly as your sticky liquid sprays all over katsukis face, he greedily laps and slurps at all of your juices helping you ride out your orgasm.

once your breathing calms down you tap on his head as a signal for him to get up, the sight was unfortunately attractive seeing your wetness dripping down his chin, he wipes it off with his hands and sucks on his fingers much to your dismay.

“what…the fuck was that.” you breathe out panting, catching your breath still. he simply smirks and chuckles at you, getting off his knees to make eye contact.

he meets your lips with a sloppy kiss, tasting yourself on his tongue before he pulls away with a sly smirk on his face once again.

“that, was you squirting.” you facepalm at his words in sheer embarrassment before he’s quick to reassure you. “that shit was hot, think you can do it again?” you perk up at his words, your own smirk tugging at your lips now.

“let’s see, why don’t we take it to the bedroom yeah?” he happily obliges and follows you like a giddy little kid into your bedroom.

you were definitely gonna kill him for millions of purplish red marks splayed all over your skin, but that was tomorrows problem.

for now, he’s gonna make his dick and your clit kiss.

a/n; I feel like a whore writing smut guys.

[tatsumeowv]

BOO! 👻

Halloween has finally arrived at Night Raven College! And after weeks of turmoil and doing Crowley's errands, you, the esteemed prefect of Ramshackle dorm, can finally unwind and party! And as the saying goes, "Halloween is the one night a year when a girl can dress like a total slut." Surely, nothing's going to go wrong. Right?

featured character: leona kingscholar x afab!reader

warnings: hair-pulling, unprotected sex, overstimulation, biting/bleeding (he gets off you licking his blood #freaky), slight bruising, degradation, rough sex, ribbed cock, creampies, semi-public sex (you guys do it behind a wall), squirting (once), porn with plot

wc. 4.6k

Knock! Knock! Knock!

"Come on, Y/N!" Ace tapped his foot impatiently as he banged on the door, the mummy wrappings on his arms swaying. "By the time you finish dressin' up, the snacks and ghost would've run out!" The boy yelled, glaring at the door.

"Myaa...Does my henchman really need this much time ta get ready?" Grim groaned, adjusting the cute wizard hat on his head.

"Yeah, well," Ace smirked, leaning closer to the door and making a makeshift megaphone with his hands. "If she doesn't come out in the next five seconds, I'm raiding the table snack myself!" Ace yelled, his hands resting on his hips as Deuce sighed— glancing at the other students running towards the festival hall.

"Ace, give the Prefect a second. She's been waiting for this day, anyways." Deuce spoke, shifting from foot to foot—obviously impatient but torn between his respect for women or the free snacks. The blue-haired boy glanced at his watch, 7:15 PM.

"Listen 'ere, Juice." "Deuce."

"No one cares, but I am not missing out on the chocolate fountain just because the Prefect's busy looking at herself in the damned mir—" Ace's complaining cut off mid-sentence as the door finally opened, a sliver of light spilling out before you stepped out.

Suddenly, like all homoerotic (virgin) male teenagers, Ace and Deuce's faces went beet red at the sight of you. "Wh-hh-hWaWhh-hh?????" Deuce sputtered, face awestruck and dizzy. "Wh-WhAt a-are you wearing, Y/N?!" The blue-haired boy's voice cracked, embarrassment creeping into his veins.

"Hmm?~" Tilting your head, you let out a sultry hum. "I'm a cute, hot, sexy vampire nurse!" Doing a little twirl and pose, Deuce let out a loud squeak—shielding his eyes from looking at your tits.

Coughing into his hand, Ace, whose earlier irritation suddenly disappeared, looked the other way. "Ya sure that's, uh, allowed, Y/N?" Ace stumbled over his words, his face about to match the color of his hair.

The corners of your mouth lifted into a playful smile, bending over slightly to grab Grim, who was clawing at your legs to carry him.

Ace and Deuce froze at the sight of the top of your lace bra.

"Don't worry, guys!" Suddenly, you slung your arms over the two's shoulders. "I told Crowley I wouldn't do his taxes anymore if he didn't allow my costume." You giggled, ignoring Ace and Deuce's blank expressions. "He really is an incompetent Headmage..." No words needed to be exchanged to know what the two males thought.

"Hey!" You exclaimed, staring at the two. "You guys ready to go or what?" Ace and Deuce exchanged glances, coincidentally meeting sight with your tits. Spluttering, two chuckled nervously before melting into eager smiles. "Let's go!" The two shouted in unison, excitement running through their veins. ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ ‎

Grim strutted through the beautifully decorated halls of Night Raven College, confidence and arrogance radiating from him like a spotlight. Huffing, Grim secretly glanced at the students, who stared at him with glee. "Yes, yes! Look at my magnificent self!" The cat meowed, satisfied, reveling in the attention.

Laughing, the cat raised his head high and meowed at you. "Behold, henchman!" He puffed his chest, pride seeping off him. "Everyone's so amazed by my costume, they can't help but stare! Nya!"

Beside him, Ace snickered. "Yeah, right." Ace leaned a bit close to Grimm, a smug smile on his face. "You do realize that everyone's looking at Y/N, not you, right?"

Gasping, Grim glared at Ace. "What'cha mean?! They can't not look at meow!" Crossing his paws, Grim scoffed. "Maybe you're the one staring at my henchman!" Ace rolled his eyes and gestured behind him, where some random students stopped to ask you for a picture. And being the kindhearted Prefect that you are (you wanted clout), you, of course, agreed.

What you didn't expect, though, was for a line to form suddenly.

"Prefect! Let's take a selfie!"

"I am so getting a lot of likes!"

"Hey!— I wanna have a pic too!"

"Back of the line!"

Overwhelmed by the sudden rowdiness of the students, you took a step back. "Wait, Prefect! We still haven't taken a pic yet!" A boy exclaimed, raising his phone high up in the air.

Groaning, you were about to call for Deuce and Ace before a gruff voice spoke up—a tense atmosphere settling in the air.

"Oi." Stepping back, you were met with a rough chest and gloved hands gently holding your waist.

"What do ya'll think are doin' to my herbivore?" Humming, you felt the soft fur of Leona's tail wrap around your thigh, your eyes narrowing in amusement.

All the boys that filed into a line flinched, sweat dripping from their faces. Growling, Leona glared at them, ears flattening sideways. "Leave." Everyone scrambled away within a blink of an eye, leaving you and Leona alone.

Well, not really.

"Henchman!" Grim meows, staring angrily at Leona. "Let's go. We have'ta try out the games!" He puffed, his paws raised, and he clawed cutely. Behind was Ace and Deuce, who nodded their head in response.

"Grim's right, Y/N." Deuce said, "I heard from Cater that the lines were really long, so we oughta go right now if we wanna make it to the Haunted House later."

Sighing, you turned back to Leona and fluttered your eyelashes. "Thanks for the save, Leona." You leaned closer to him, discreetly pressing your hand against his groin. With a teasing smile, you went on your tip-toes and kissed your lover on the cheek.

"I'll see you later, alright?" You giggled, only receiving a narrowed gaze from Leona.

Rolling his eyes, Leona gave you a pat on the head before leaning close to your ear— his hot and warm breath causing a shiver to go down your spine. "I'll get you back for this later." Grinning, Leona pushed you gently to the trio, a smug and sultry grin on his face.

"I'll see ya later at the Haunted House, herbivore." He purred, taking delight in your blushing face.

Huffing, you bent over to grab Grim with your legs spread slightly. Exposing a bit of your panties to Leona. Licking your lips, you cuddled Grim nicely against your boobs before blowing a kiss to Leona.

"Let's go AJuice!" You called with an innocent smile on your face. Groaning, Deuce crossed his arms. "When are you guys going to stop calling me Juice?"

Ace hummed, his eyes closing momentarily as if he were actually contemplating the answer. "Never." He laughed before hitting Deuce on the head.

"?!— HEY! COME BACK HERE!" The blue-haired boy yelled, chasing Ace, who got a head start run.

Chuckling at their antics, you gave one last look behind you. "Oh?~" Smirking, you gave a wink to Leona, who stood frozen with hungry eyes and reddened ears.

"Mwa ♡"

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Gripping onto Deuce's arm, you shifted your weight from one foot to another. "We've reached the bench, Y/N." Deuce, your ever-so-kind dear friend, took the paper bags from your hand as you plopped down on the bench, your feet burning.

"My feet hurt." You groaned, toeing off one of your heels and then the other.

Beside you, Ace raised an eyebrow as he snacked on a lollipop, not even bothering to hide his smirk. "Well, you're the one who chose to go out on heels." He snickered, giving you a middle finger in response to yours. "Who wears heels to Halloween anyways?" Ace shrugged.

Grinning, you half-huffed before crossing your legs. "Literally almost every single girl ever."

"Though I can see why you wouldn't know that, considering you're a virgin loser." A loud gasp escaped Ace, who stared at you, baffled and offended.

"I had a girlfriend when I was in middle school, mind you!" You pointed your finger at Ace smugly. "Emphasis on had. Bet you had no dick game at all." You snickered, watching Ace's face burn red in embarrassment and anger.

"I will literally—!"

Sighing, Deuce pinched the bridge of his nose before grabbing Ace's shoulders. "Yeah, yeah, we get it, Ace. You got bored of your girlfriend. That's why you dumped her; no need to tell us again." Deuce looked at you, a tired expression on his face.

"And Ace is right, Y/N. It is Halloween, and everyone's out walking. You should've at least bought a spare." Pouting, you crossed your arms as Ace flipped his hair in triumph.

"Serves you right for prioritizin' style over comfort," Ace stuck out his tongue. "SUCKER."

Before you could even attempt to throw your heel at Ace, Grim's excited voice cut through the air. "Henchman!" Jumping on your lap, Grim stood as his flames flickered with excitement, eyes gleaming with light. "Let's go! The Haunted House is finally open!" Your lovely Grim announced, pointing his chubby paw at the eerie and foggy structure.

Before you could respond, Grim had already dashed ahead (seriously, what is it with all these people interrupting you?!), cackling like a maniac. With a final and deep groan, you put on your heels and hoisted yourself up.

Grabbing some of your purchases from Deuce (bless his kind heart), you and the other two idiots made your guys' way to the Haunted House.

"If I trip, you're carrying me, Ace."

"Ha?!"

"Whoa! Lookin' good Y/N-shi!" Turning your head, you saw Ruggie approach you while enthusiastically waving. Smiling, you waved back.

"You're not looking bad yourself, aren't you, Matey?" You and Ruggie laughed, sharing jabs at each other's costumes for a few minutes before you suddenly realized.

"Speaking of which, why are you here, Ruggie?" Scratching your chin, you let out a hum. "I didn't peg you as the type to like this kinda stuff." Giggling, Ruggie rubbed his nape.

"You didn't know? This Haunted House is from Savanaclaw and Octavinelle's collaboration!" Ruggie pointed to the flags of the two dormitories on display on the register for tickets. "Leona-shi didn't wanna handle all the managing stuff, so I'm here makin' sure we get all the scares!" Ruggie roared jokingly, showing off his sharp claws.

"Scares?" You questioned, "Are you guys the scare actors?" Blinking, Ruggie laughed and nodded his head. "Smart as always, Prefect!" The boy smiled before letting out a small oh!

"Speaking of which!" Pulling out a glow-in-the-dark round bracelet, Ruggie grabbed your arm and slipped it on. "Leona-shi told me to give this to you!"

"Huh?" Looking at your slightly glowing bracelet, you pursed your lips before raising your head to ask Ruggie a ques—

...

Why won't anyone let you finish your sentences today?

Sighing, you adjusted your dress before looking at your bracelet again. "I guess I can ask Leo—" "Oi, Y/N! Hurry up over there! We're already buying tickets!" Ace yelled, his obnoxious voice ringing in your ears.

...

You swear you're going to kill him one day.

"Yeah, yeah, don't get your panties in a rush! I'm coming!"

"Can you PLEASE stop saying that?!"

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The creaking of the door shut behind you and your two idiot friends, a loud bang resonating within the haunted house. Your eyes glanced around the grand interior of the house, web cobs occupying every nook and corner, dim lanterns flickering as dark shadows loomed over.

"It's just a haunted house, It's just a haunted house, It's just a haunted house, It's just a haun—" Deuce mumbled nervously, jitters crawling in his skin.

Scoffing, Ace put his hands in his pockets. "This is it? Maaa, I thought it would be much scarier." The boy flexed, ignoring how his hand lingered near his magic pen.

Rolling your eyes, you placed Grim on your shoulder and grabbed Ace and Deuce, venturing deeper into the haunted house. Humming, the four of you walked, encountering the occasional jumpscares and nerve-wracking screams. Your footsteps echoed within the eerie hall, creaks and squeaks.

"This isn't so bad," Ace smirked, his hands tucked away in his pockets. "I should've bought a pillow if I knew it would be this boring." The red-haired boy mocked, ignoring how his hand slightly trembled.

Deuce glanced around, his face pale. "Are we sure we're goin' the right way?" He shivered. "We haven't gotten any jumpscares these past few minutes."

You were about to respond, but then there was a flicker. The lights above you flickered and went out, plunging you and your friends into darkness. Swallowing your saliva, you carefully reached your arms out.

"Ace? Deuce? Grim?" You whispered out, suddenly realizing that Grim wasn't on your shoulder anymore. Taking a deep breath, you glanced at your glowing wrist—using the dim light from your glow-in-the-dark bracelet as a makeshift flashlight.

Biting your lip, you carefully searched for any signs of your friends. Stumbling forward, you glanced in every direction, the shadows of your friends merging with the darkness. Panic swirled in your chest as you retraced your steps, only to find that every corridor looked the same.

"Guys?!" You shouted, your nerves tightening. "Where are— hmmpf?!" Something clamped over your mouth, pulling you back with swift, quiet strength.

Your heart leaped through your throat, your body flinching instinctively as you clawed at the firm grip holding you in place. Your voice muffled by the gloved hand as you squirmed, sharp heels digging into the foot of your assailant.

"Stop squirmin' already." a low, sultry growl close came to your ear.

You froze. Leona.

Your struggles ceased as you recognized the unmistakable (and hot) voice of Leona Kingscholar, your head turning to face to face with his usual (and sexy) smirk. You puffed your cheeks as your initial shock melted into annoyance.

Chuckling, Leona slid his hand away from your mouth, a smug grin on his face.

"Wanderin' off, herbivore?" Your lover teased, his tail gently wrapping around your thigh. Rolling your eyes, you leaned your back to Leona's chest. "You're an asshole sometimes, you know."

Purring, Leona wrapped his arms around your waist and rested his chin on your shoulder. "Maybe don't wander off a half-baked haunted house if you can't handle a scare." Underneath the neon glow of your bracelet, Leona's green eyes shone sinisterly, looking at you with barely concealed hunger.

"I didn't wander off. I got lost." You pouted, crossing your arms in a place in which it accentuated your boobs. "And where did you even come from?"

Shamelessly staring at your boobs, Leona gave you a lazy smirk. "Didn't Ruggie tell ya, herbivore? I'm here to give you and your little friends some scares, roar."

You looked at Leona skeptically, doubt evident in your face. Leona raised a brow at your expression, clearly amused. Pressing a kiss to your neck, your lover took your wrist and suddenly grabbed you down the corridor without so much as a warning.

"What the—?! Leona, where on earth are you ta—" The sound of creaking echoed in your ears. Blinking, you found yourself in a well yet discreetly lit hallway that snaked behind the walls. "Is this—?" You glanced at Leona, realizing you were now on the hidden path the scare actors use to navigate.

"At least here," Suddenly, Leona pressed you against the solid wall and smirked— his hand caressing your thighs. "You won't wander off." He smirked, caging your body against his.

Your eyes flickered with a knowing grin, a breathy laugh escaping your throat. Wrapping your arms around Leona's neck, you batted your lashes and giggled. "Is this what you meant by getting me back?" You laughed, leaning closer to Leona. Licking his lips, Leona slowly unbuttoned your shirt, a deep purr vibrating from the sight of your lace bra. White, how cute.

"Leona." You whispered, a cute pout on your face. "Someone might see." Lowering your bra, Leona's lips curled into a lazy grin. "They won't," He paused, fondling your exposed breast. "Trust me, they'd pick up on my scent and yours before walkin' in here and interrupting."

Before you could say anything (again), Leona cupped your face and kissed you— the rough texture of his tongue lapping against yours.

Whimpering, you closed your eyes and scratched against the cloth of his suit, breath taken away from the rough treatment. Feeling your breath cut short, you quickly widened your eyes and muffled desperate cries against Leona's mouth. Seeing how your lover had no intentions of pulling away, you grabbed his braided hair and pulled him back.

"HiICk! Haghh..." You breathed in, a string of saliva connecting your and Leona's tongues. A thundering growl reverberates from Leona, green eyes glinting sinisterly under the dimly lit lamps. "Little feisty today, huh, herbivore?" Leona's sharp fangs nipped against your lips, a small chuckle escaping him when he saw your fake fangs.

"Tryna look like a predator, huh?" Biting his gloves off, Leona's fingers entered your mouth—a choked cry cracking on the back of your throat. "Unfortunately for you, sweetheart," Leona's free hand went underneath your skirt, playing with the waistband of your lace panties. "You're too easily gobbled up."

"haH!" You whined as Leona lowered his head and carefully bit your nipple, removing your panties in the process.

"Quiet now," Leona curled his fingers in your mouth. "Any louder 'n the students outside are gonna hear ya." Shutting your eyes, you nodded as your hands clawed at Leona's still-clothed back.

After a few minutes of teasing, Leona pulled his fingers from your mouth and removed his eyepatch— a hungry smile tugging at his lips as he watched your trembling legs and drool-dripping lips. Removing his other glove, Leona grabbed your thighs and hoisted you upwards—kneeling to face your dripping cunt.

A shiver trembled against Leona's spine when he took a short whiff, a satisfied purr breathing close to your pussy. "Wrap your legs 'round me." Looping your legs on his neck, Leona licked his lips before diving in your pussy—his other hand playing and teasing with your clit.

"mMph!" Quickly covering your mouth, your back arched in pleasure from the sudden onslaught bought upon your pussy. Your head throws back as you watch Leona lap your pussy with glassy eyes, his tongue diving deeper and deeper inside you.

Viciously, Leona flicks your clit—a loud moan muffled by your trembling hands.

Inhaling sharply, you gripped your hands on Leona's hair, deciding to throw all fucks if someone hears you. "Too- much!" Calloused fingertips make their way inside your tightening walls, your pussy throbbing from the stretch.

Below you, Leona continues eating you out like a man starved—actually, like an animal starved. His grip on your thigh stays firm,

obvious bruises that will surely start to form later. He runs a fat thumb on your clit, his digits inside your curling just at the right spot. Tongue so good, he's fucking out your thoughts and words.

"You good there, darlin'?" Leona drawls out, his hot breath hitting your sensitive pussy. Your lips pucker into a cute pout, your face red seeing Leona's wet and dripping tongue. Seeing as you had no intention of saying anything, Leona dives back in—eating you out with more enthusiasm and want.

Gasping, you tightened your legs around his head and gripped his hair tighter, pathetic moans escaping your mouth. "'M gonna—!" Vast open hands cling onto brown hair, desperate whines echoing within the dark hallway as your back arches with indulgence—your orgasm sparking a deep growl from Leona.

You hiccup as Leona continues his assault on your pussy, your body still trembling from your orgasm a few seconds ago. "Baabyyyy," You sobbed, your cheeks warm and puffed. "I just came..." You pouted, which caused an amused chuckle from Leona.

"Can you blame me?" He licked his lips, savoring your cum. "You're just too delicious f'me not to get addicted to." Leona's eyes met yours, swiftly removing his fingers from your pussy. Humming, Leona cupped your chin with his other hand and made you watch him lick your cum off his fingers—the dim glow of the lanterns accentuating your lusty haze.

"Mean." You sniff, looking at Leona with irritation. "You really are mean." Tilting his head, Leona leaned close to you and peppered kisses from your neck to your chest, his hands pulling you close. Humming, Leona snuggled close to your breasts and looked at you with pampered eyes, a malicious glint hidden deep within.

"I know, I am." Your lover says softly, his hands delicately holding yours. "So, please," Leona smiles, kissing the back of your hand. "Allow me to indulge in your presence," He says, kissing your palm. "And let me be mean, even for just this moment."

...

You tried to look away. You really did. But damn it, Leona just had to know how to push your buttons. Your fierce, improper Leona, reduced to a pleading, gentle prince so that he can fuck the living daylights out of you.

...

You tried to say no. You really did.

So with a throbbing pussy and trembling voice, you nodded your head—looking straight into Leona's eyes. "Just..." You breathed in. "Just this once." You whisper, watching Leona smile sweetly.

There's a sudden change in atmosphere as you feel your feet get lifted off the ground, a tiny squeak echoing in the hallway as you stare at Leona's hungry gaze—a lustrous smirk tugging on his lips.

"You really are naive, are you, herbivore?" He laughs, the sound of his zipper unzipping ringing in your ears. "Still," Leona shrugs, adjusting himself properly so you wouldn't be uncomfortable. "You're my naive little herbivore." You flinch as his ribbed dick slaps against your pussy, gazing slightly at your clit.

You tried to say no. You really did.

But damn it, you were horny.

You hate Leona.

You really, really hate Leona.

"hIicK! N-No m—!" You squeal, mouth once again covered with Leona's as his hips thrust in you hard. Twitching, you whimper as the fat stretch and drag of Leona's cock aches inside your pussy, tears dripping from your hazy eyes and cum dripping from your already stuffed pussy.

"Loud." Leona grunts, prying your legs open. "You're bein' a bit too loud, herbivore." He huffs, pressing his hips deeper.

Huffing, you gripped Leona's wrist, contemplating if you should really do it.

Fuck it.

"!" Gasping, you instinctively arched your back when Leona stilled his thrusts, your walls pulsing around his dick. Suddenly, Leona pulled his hand away from your mouth—looking at his bleeding palm with a blank.

"Heh." A breathy laugh escaped Leona, who pried your mouth with his fingers—a dark, deep blush settling on his face, seeing his blood drip from your fake fangs.

"So the herbivore bites back, huh?" Before you could speak, Leona shoved his hand on your mouth with a crazy grin. "C'mon, lick." Your lover demanded, the bitter taste of his blood flooding your tastebuds.

Your eyes widened, your heartbeat thrumming so loud that Leona could hear it faintly. A daring smile appeared on Leona, his gaze full of arrogance. "If you're going to start something," He pressed his bleeding palm deeper into your mouth. "You'd better finish it."

You glared at Leona with narrowed eyes before gripping his wrist and pulling his hand away slightly. With a sultry sigh, you stuck out your tongue and slowly licked the dripping blood off his wrist to his palm—a seductive smile on your face as you and Leona stared at each other with lust.

Your eyes never left Leona's enchanting green eyes, your teeth and lips all bloody from the wound. Batting your eyelashes, you pressed a deep kiss to the wound and sucked the blood out. The scent of your arousal heightened as Leona shivered with ecstasy.

"Just that like that." He coos, feeling his dick get harder inside your pussy. "Lick it clean." He smirked, grabbing your waist and dragging pussy deep on his dick.

"mhm!" Moaning, your nails dug deep into Leona's arm, his toned hips bucking into you so hard you see stars. Your lover whispers nothing but filthy words to your ear, which goes out of the other with how merciless and rough he was being.

"Fuck, fuuuEeEK!" Choking, Leona pressed his hand on the outline of his dick hard, the pressure causing your voice to hitch and for you to cum. "You're too- too—" Drool dripped from your open mouth, blood mixing with your saliva as you struggled to form proper words and thoughts. "Deep!" You scream, clear liquid gushing out of your pussy along with Leona's hot cum spurting inside you and straight to Leona's clothing.

Hot, languid breaths filled the dim hallway, your toes curling when Leona unapologetically toys with your clit. "heUk!" You sheepishly moan, your throat swallowing thickly as you try to salvage your nonexistent dignity. For a moment, you and Leona stood still, your thighs trembling and pussy dripping, but Leona's soft and tender caresses gave you leeway to rest, even for a bit.

Mumbling, you felt your eyes droop down, exhaustion finally catching up.

Leona, who was watching you with a tender gaze, quirked his eyebrow. Licking his lips, Leona leaned close to your ear—your mind fuzzy to realize what was happening. With a deep and dark chuckle, Leona's grip on your thighs hardened.

"Boo."

"?!— heUk! HIicK!!!—" Grinning, Leona slammed you against the wall and raised your sticky legs high, his dick hitting juuust right.

"L-leo-Leoonaaaa!!!" You whimper, broken cries, and hiccups sniveling from your sore throat. Ignoring your pleas, Leona pressed his weight deeper to yours, his toned abs harshly colliding with your soft and cum-filled stomach.

Grunting, Leona's spine shivered as he smelt your arousal—glittering sweetness and sparkling lust overfilling his senses—a tight knot forming on his dick.

"Not now." The green-eyed lion thought, fondling a piece of your ass. "Not here." He continued, hazy eyes narrowing when he gave your rear a loud spank. "'Nother day." He decided, controlling his urge to throw away all manners and fuck you like the animal he was.

A shrill scream peaked at your sore throat, your Drool and tears dripping to the cum-soiled wooden floor. He was getting sloppy. Impatient fingers rub against your clit, a strangled moan getting stuck in your throat.

You were so, so sensitive.

Stars cover your vision, your mind turning into mindless mush as Leona continues hitting his dick right into your cervix.

A break. You needed a—

"hAH!" Wanton cries echoed, rough fingers gripping your waist tight as Leona rubbed the prominent bulge from his dick on your stomach with intense fervor. "Give," Leona groaned, swallowing thickly. "Give me a sec." He breathed in, a piercing gaze staring right into your glassy ones.

Biting his lip, Leona gave one, two, three more thrusts before he came—filling your already full and sensitive pussy.

"Mhm." Breathing deeply, Leona pressed his forehead against yours and smiled. His tail curled peacefully on your waist. "You did good, herbivore." He pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, carefully taking his dick out of your cum filled pussy.

"Can ya walk?" Pulling your panties up, Leona gave one last kiss to your pussy before expertly adjusting your panties so that his cum wouldn't spill.

"Do you think I can walk?" You huffed, gripping tightly onto Leona's collar. Rolling his eyes, your lover gently fixed your appearance and wiped off the cum on your bare skin. "C'mon," Leona looked at his watch, 8:30 PM.

"I'll carry ya. The event's about to end, and I'll never hear the end of it if I leave you here with tremblin' legs like a lamb." He teased, ignoring your annoyed glares.

Exhausted, you let yourself get carried by your lover's strong arms, the scent of his perfume calming your nerves and giving you a sense of peace.

"You owe me a shopping trip for ruining my costume." You groan, feeling his cum swish inside you.

Chuckling, Leona nodded his head and purred. "Anythin' for you, darling."

this work belongs to @lili-534030, please do not copy or repost.

status: edited (added more smut)

[willbyersabyss]

So what are Will's flaws?

Is Will totally perfect in every way? Is he a jealous saboteur? Or a secret third option... neither. Let's discuss Will's flaws and nuances!

1. Emotional suppression

Will avoids his problems. He hates talking about both his emotional and physical danger because he doesn't want to be treated differently. From a young age, he was taught by Lonnie that he shouldn't express his emotions because that makes him "sensitive" and "weak." So now he likes to hide.

This emotional suppression causes his feelings to worsen over time. Once he finally lets it out, he explodes. Instead of healthy conversations, he says and does things that he'll probably regret later. He blows up at Mike, he yells at Jonathan, he destroys Castle Byers, he shows his hand (what about us?)

Will's avoidance doesn't only have consequences on him, but others. If he had told someone he was feeling the Mind Flayer earlier, they might've been able to save some of the Flayed. But he couldn't tell someone because that puts him in a place of emotional vulnerability. That's exactly why he waited until after he fought with the boys to mention the supernatural. He traded one vulnerable situation for another, allowing him to avoid opening up about his true feelings. It was a distraction.

This also doesn't let others to heal from their altercations. Both Lucas and Mike try to apologize to Will, but he brushes them off. Will thinks he doesn't deserve consideration. The walls he puts up forces others to hold onto their own guilt, leaving a sore spot in their relationship. We can see this soreness in Will and Mike's relationship in s4. They never healed from the rain fight. Well... not that Mike tried to apologize after the Mind Flayer debacle. Again, distraction on Will's part.

Will’s inability to handle change is also due to him bottling up his feelings. His trauma and suppression makes him stuck in the past. He doesn’t let himself move through each day where these emotions would be felt.

It's interesting how Will is deemed the emotional one when his sensitivity is actually a result of him keeping his emotions in. Once that dam is opened, it's hard for him to stop. He breaks, just as he fears.

2. Self-hatred

And all that emotional suppression leads to Will internalizing other people's view of him. Will's self-hatred stems from bullying and his father's abuse. He thinks he's to blame, that he's a mistake. As more people distance themselves from Will, he believes there's something wrong with him.

When he thinks he deserves mistreatment, his relationships crumble more. They're unable to reconcile. True forgiveness can't be achieved if he doesn't think he should be apologized to in the first place.

Will's hatred is the reason why he tried to sacrifice himself in s2 to save his friends. He doesn't think he deserves to be saved. This makes him an easy target for Vecna. It's very likely that Will's self-hatred will factor into his upcoming supernatural plot.

The more Will hates himself, the more he hides, the more he suppresses his emotions.

3. People pleaser

If Will is anything, he's a people pleaser. He's selfless. So much so that this is the first thing we find out about him. While admirable, it actually leads to more bad than good. His people pleasing tendency goes hand in hand with his emotional suppression. Will doesn't like to take up space and inconvenience other people.

Will's never ending effort to please others leads to him making assumptions. Wrong assumptions. Whether it be letting Max join them on Halloween or pushing Mike to give a love confession, Will tries his best to use his mediator role to give people what they want.

But he doesn't know what they want, does he? Will wanted to make Dustin and Lucas happy, but this created a rift with Mike. He thought Mike was itching to profess his love for El, but that wasn’t what either of them needed. In an attempt to help, he's making it worse.

He must be successful sometimes, though, because there's an expectation from his friends that he'll fulfill their needs at the flick of a wand. This vacancy from Will makes him a pushover. They think they can make fun of him and he'll just take it because that's what he does. When Will finally stands up for himself, they're shocked. That's out of character for him. It's like they want to say: “Why isn't he letting us be mean to him? :(”

Mike even expected Will to tell him that his own girlfriend was being bullied. Will's people pleasing explodes in his face. So now when he's unable to read their needs and fix it for them, he's to blame. Will takes on the weight of their problems too much. While it's good that they rely on him, there shouldn't be pressure for him to judge their every whim. But it's not exactly their fault because Will set the stage for this behavior.

Weirdly, Will's need to please others is the reason why he didn't call Mike. He thought Mike wanted nothing to do with him, so he didn't reach out. There he goes assuming things again! But Will was there, waiting for the rare occasion where Mike did want him. He went so far right that he ended up left.

Will's behavior towards El is also an instance of wrong assumptions. Will didn't like being treated differently in s2, so he assumed El would feel the same way. He used his own experiences to inform how he should treat others. Babying El would make her feel more ostracized. Instead, he offered emotional comfort, similar to the comfort he received, after the bullying. This doesn't really help her because she doesn't have the same emotional mechanics as Will.

So Will assumes things, pushes his own wants down, and lets people walk all over him all in the name of being pleasant.

4. Freeze, fly, fight. In that order!

When Will is scared, he freezes. This flaw is so significant that they talked about it textually multiple times. I'm not sure I would consider it a flaw since it has saved him more than it's harmed him, though.

The few times Will has decided to fight instead of freeze, he was kidnapped and possessed. Confrontation isn't an option for him. His body believes he'll be put directly in danger if he does anything but freeze/fly. Fight is only used as a last resort.

It only really enters flaw territory when it's an inconvenience. He froze during the sauna test, when El was being bullied, and when he should've shot the creature in the shed. Will is unable to help himself and others when he's scared.

When he snaps out of it, he cries and feels guilty for being so hesitant. He wishes he could do more but he can't. This wraps back around to his self-hatred.

5. Jealousy

When his best friend of 10 years that he's in love with starts to ditch him for some random girl, it's not shocking that there would be some jealousy! Will is the silent jealous type. His jealousy doesn't really manifest into resentment or outward action against the other person. Unlike a certain someone...

Will only shows it through rolling eyes, a snarky comment here or there, or an outburst at his most emotionally vulnerable. I mean, if Will really wanted to see El crash and burn, he could've kept his mouth shut the entire Rink-O-Mania day. Or he could've ignored her in the courtyard as she picks up the pieces of her project. But he didn't.

The worst we've seen Will's jealousy was during the rain fight. He called El stupid. There's no beating around the bush, he was in the wrong for that. But this came out of Will because his emotions were at an all time high. Why? Emotional suppression!

A lot of Will's snarky comments towards El are out of genuine confusion. He doesn't understand how El can have exactly what he wants, but she's willing to ruin it by lying. Unfortunately, he later learns that exact lesson. He's envious that she can do what Mike hates without major repercussions, while he's somehow blamed for her lies. And why does he get blamed? People pleaser expectations!

Will waited until a quiet moment to inform El of her mistakes. Will's goal isn't to humiliate El. He doesn't let his jealousy lead to resentment. Instead, he tried to (snarkily) lead her to make better decisions because it's not fair! It's not fair that she can have it all without working for it!

And now we're back at self-hatred. Some of his jealous moments make it bubble back up. He bends his painting, something he put his blood, sweat, and tears into, because he isn't enough for them. Their ideal day is without him. Will's art is an extension of himself. He's aiming his anger back at himself by hurting his art.

All of his flaws connect back to his low self-esteem in some way. This is why it's important for Will to receive and accept love in his life. A big part of his arc is self acceptance.

So there it is in all its glory! All of Will's main flaws in one post. What did we learn? Will suppresses his emotions, hates himself, pleases others to a fault, freezes, and is green with envy. And he wouldn't be Will without 'em!

[elixirina]

based on this request! | batsis!reader headcanons

you’ve been bruce��s daughter since you were born (duh!), and honestly, it’s hard to imagine him not being your dad. despite his brooding nature, he’s incredibly soft when it comes to you.

you’re younger than jason but older than tim, perfectly wedged between the two in age—and in chaos. your siblings would probably describe you as their comedic relief. they love the energy you bring.

with bruce and his vigilante lifestyle, he made it a point to keep you safe while balancing being your father. he may be emotionally reserved, but he’s always been fiercely protective of you.

you’ve been trained in basic self-defense since you were young—bruce’s paranoia runs deep—but he’s always been adamant about you having a choice in how involved you are with the family’s activities.

even though you’ve chosen to stay off the streets, you’re part of the family’s mission in your own way. whether it’s gathering intel, coordinating from the batcomputer, or just keeping the atmosphere light during debriefs, you have a knack for making everyone feel grounded. due to that fact, you’ve grown particularly close to barbara.

your laugh is the kind of thing that can cut through tension like a knife. even bruce has cracked a smile on rare occasions, though he’ll deny it if anyone points it out.

as the sibling closest to you in age, tim naturally became your partner-in-crime. you both share a deep appreciation for dry humor, clever banter, and coffee-fueled chaos.

while tim can be a workaholic, you’re the one who drags him away from his screens when he’s pushing himself too far. your go-to tactic? threatening to unplug his computer while holding his coffee hostage.

while physical affection isn’t a strong suit in the family, you’ve always been the exception. you’ll hug damian just to annoy him, ruffle jason’s hair to mess with him, lean on bruce’s shoulder when you’re feeling particularly sappy, and always sandwich between steph and cass when watching a movie.

“not the hair!” jason grumbles when he feels your hand on his head.

you once convinced damian to dress up as a cat for halloween. it took bribery and a lot of persistence, but the photo evidence was so worth it.

“stop touching my sword,” he snapped one afternoon. “i’m just checking if it’s real,” you replied, twirling it like a baton.

while you’re not out on the streets like your siblings, your role in the family dynamic is just as important. you’re the emotional glue that holds everyone together when tensions run high.

after jason returned as red hood, you were one of the first people he felt comfortable opening up to. 

“you’re annoying,” jason muttered after you’d cracked another joke during a mission briefing. “yeah, but you’re smiling,” you shot back, earning a reluctant chuckle.

your bond with bruce is one of the most wholesome aspects of your life. while he struggles to express his emotions, he’s always shown his love through actions—like staying up late to check on you or surprising you with your favorite takeout after a rough day.

“thanks, dad,” you said once, catching him off guard with a hug. his response was quiet but heartfelt: 

“you don’t have to thank me. you’re my daughter.”

moral of the story, love your family. cause they sure as hell love you!!!

[copperbadge]

Among kids of my generation and class I think it was fairly common for our parents to have a self-store unit for at least a portion of our childhood, and I think also probably it was pretty common for us to witness them being kind of ashamed of it. The feeling that my parents had, and I to some degree internalized, was that if you needed to store stuff outside of your home, well, you had too much stuff. I've heard other people my age express the same sentiment.

To an extent I can understand the feeling, but it's something I and my peers are having to unlearn. Because finally I came to the conclusion that the idea of offsite storage hits differently when you live in a city apartment, when you don't have a garage or a garden shed or a basement. You live amongst everything you own. My friends agree -- you might not want to get rid of your Christmas decorations or your LARP costumes and props or your camping gear, because you do use those things, but you also don't need to keep them in the home. And if I were offered an extra walk-in closet in my condo for $30 a month added onto my mortgage, I'd take it in a heartbeat. The fact that it happens to be about a mile away instead of inside my bedroom is almost immaterial at that point.

There's no real goal in making this post other than to talk about it, because I think it's something a lot of us unconsciously hold onto. And I know that also a lot of people hold shame about having a "cluttered" home, or being unable to part with things you don't really need anymore, so you know.

I've carefully packed up my Halloween decorations in a watertight bin and soon I'll stash them away until next year, when I'll be able to just go over to storage and haul out my winter clothes and my Halloween stuff and enjoy it, instead of watching it attract dust in the closet.

[harmoonix]

🪄Hocus Pocus🧹

🎃 Halloween - Astro Observations 🎃

~In life there are bitches, there are snitches,

but there is nothing as good as WITCHES~

🎃 Libra Moon/Venus/Mercury have a soft love language. They often like to share the same love language as other people

☠️ Scorpio Rising in your solar return chart can indicate a year where you will experience rebirth/death themes in your life, something is leaving, and something new is coming

👻 Placements in the 9th house deserve the 'witch' title since it is the house of magic and occult, moon/pluto, or venus in the 9th house can give witch vibes

🖤 10th or 6th hosue ruler in the 9th hosue can make a job out of magic/spirituality even occult, tarot readers, astrologers and spiritual gurus can share these placements

💚 Earth Moons and Rising fit the 'green witch' archetype, healing witch, herbal witch, using plants and nature in your power

❤️ To fire risings, how they look plays a big role in their personality and the way they show themselves to the world. Fire Risings always love to present themselves

💜 For Air Risings and Mercury, their personality can be enchanting, air rules over communication and expression. They're the ones with a cool personality

💯 Pluto aspecting Sun or Ascendant can give you the aura or vibe of a villain. Even if that's not what you are, people can perceive it that way

🧹 I love it when people associate Capricorn with endings because that's what Saturn is all about. Where you have Capricorn in your chart is something you need to end

🪄 Sometimes, the 4th house ruler in the 9th house or 8th house can indicate that family members were also practicing witchcraft but also losing family members (if it is connected with the 8th house)

🐈‍⬛ Pluto Dominants have the luck of a black cat, always perceived the wrong way, always in the negative yet powerful energy

🕸 I observed Scorpio Moons really love to keep it all for themselves, which is so common among the Scorpio Placements, so secretive

🫶🏼 Mercury in the 12th house can be a very spooky placement manifesting as hearing, seeing, or sensing entities/ghosts, etc. It's a haunted house placement

🤎 Mercury in the 8th house or Mercury in Scorpio can be recognized by their deep/ gloomy voices, can posses a raspy voice

🌓 Those born on the last quarter of the moon (moon phase) nay have the tendency to cling up the past, especially when they're afraid to change for the better

🫦 Sun in the 10th house natives make sure to always be seen in a good light, and thats how they gain attention. Those people who never do wrong, to an extent they don't want ppl to see that

👻 Sun in the 3rd, 5th, or 11th house natives love to do crafts or creative things such as DIY because they always find something creative to do

🩶 Mercury aspecting Venus natives can be into finding other people's voice attractive/sensual/magnetic

💀 Pluto x Mercury aspects possess a very dark and deep humor. Making jokes not everyone gets/ understands

👹 Aries Placements, but especially Risings and Mars love to play the dominant card even though deep down they like when they're more soft with others

👾 Juno in the 5th spouse can share the same talents as you, sharing similar childhoods, similar view of a relationship

🩵 Sagittarius Juno all the way up standing there beside Aquarius Juno for having different relationships rather than a traditional one (my fav Juno placements)

🤬 Malefics in the 3rd house like Saturn, Pluto, or Mars can influence the native to be more harsh in their talk, communication, and self - expression

🎃 Moon in the 1st house can make your face, especially the cheeks, more prominent and overall a very shiny skin

🐈‍⬛ Pluto in your 11th house can give a dark energy in the way ppl see you. You can affect them deeply, they will not get you out of their heads

🩶 Saturn in the 7th house [If it's retrogade] can indicate more lessons in the area of relationships, spouse, the downfall of a slow relationship (you can't stop the tears from falling down..lol)

🪄 Saturn aspecting the Venus natives sometimes expects the worst in a relationship/situationship to happen. Overthinking if they're good enough

💙 Water Risings and Moons, telling their feelings early in a relationship matters a lot. They want their partners to feel the same things as them

🌙 You can find a comfort place in people who have their 4th house sign in the same sign as your 1st house

🎃 If both partners share the same Chiron Sign, they'll share the same wounds, pain, and suffering, but at the same time, they will heal the same wound

💢 Natives who will have their 9th house sign in the same sign as your Sun will want to teach you. They will want to share the same values with you

╰╮🎃╭╯🪄╰╮🎃╭╯

Halloween in my opinion will always have its magic, It doesn't matter how you celebrate, whether with horror movies, sweets or decorations, it's important to keep it in the heart.

I hope you had an amazing October month from the first to the last day!! 🎃🎃🪄

By: @harmoonix 🎃🪄 October 2024!!!