#fallllllll

[neon-kazoo]

Hero and Villain Go to a Pumpkin Patch

Hero gazed out into the countryside through the open top of the trailer. As Yelp had promised, there were gourds galore spread out over the many fields and rolling hills. The tractor pulling them steadily chugged along, filling the air with engine noises and a slight gas smell that had Villain plugging their ears and wrinkling their nose.

Naturally, they were both on a hay ride, on their way to a pumpkin farm, as enemies often are at the start of this season.

“Why is there so much hay!” Villain grumbled, tossing some into the air in frustration as they pulled at the pieces that were stuck to them.

Hero mercifully decided not to mention that that was the whole idea of a hay ride, instead pointing out, “You’re the one that insisted on wearing a cape to a farm.”

“For the last time, it’s a cloak,” Villain stressed, rising up slightly to attempt to shake off the pesky straw velcroing itself to their attire.

“Nice try, you don’t have a hood.”

Hero tugged Villain off their knees, lest they get in trouble for standing up

The rest of the ride included Villain unsuccessfully shifting and picking at their clothes while Hero, quite helpfully, made sure some pieces landed in the other’s hair before they departed the trailer.

After that, it was a quick bee-line to the collection of squash and pumpkins laid out on a lot of colored wood chips. Hero insisted on a picture, plopping down on a large and plump orange pumpkin to pose in front of the villain.

“I thought heroes don’t break rules?” Villain asked, smirking.

Hero defended automatically, “I’m not breaking any-”

Villain pointed to one of the clearly displayed signs reading “no sitting on pumpkins” in large red print.

“Oh.”

Villain snapped a picture just in time to capture the pumpkin collapsing into a heap of seeds and chunks beneath Hero.

…

“I still can’t believe that pumpkin cost 300 dollars.”

“Well, you wouldn’t have had to find out if you didn’t destroy it.”

Hero’s mouth formed a line as they pointedly looked away from the all-too amused criminal.

“Your face was priceless by the way,” they continued, much to the chagrin of their enemy.

Hero cut a glare that would make any villain proud.

“There’s a place for a better photo,” Villain consoled, pointing towards a board with the painted bodies of a farmer family, immediately regretting it when they clocked the expression on the Hero’s face.

After handing their camera off to a random patron, Hero and Villain found themselves at the back of the board. Hero immediately headed for the tallest hole, rising up onto their tiptoes to be seen from the front. When they realized Villain wasn’t stepping forward, they directed them to the lowest hole.

“That one will work,” they gestured, before returning to face the camera.

Reluctantly, Villain kneeled down in place for the photo.

When they got it back, Hero’s smiling face was plastered on that of a flannel-clad man with a pitchfork, holding his faceless family close in a field of hard-earned pumpkins. And Villain, with their face filling the hole of the dog at the bottom.

Relentlessly, Hero skipped towards a building with a line winding around to a small serving window.

Following, Villain scanned the sign and gaped.

Hero turned to them, eyes sparkling as they requested, “I’d like an apple cider, please!”

“I am not paying 30 dollars for inferior apple juice.”

Villain crossed their arms.

“It’s not juice, it’s cider. Come on, have some fall spirit.”

Villain did not have any fall spirit, however they did now have a lighter wallet, a happier hero, and a hot chocolate for themselves.

They sipped slowly, watching steam curl and unfurl into the air above their novelty mug.

“I can’t understand why you like this season so much. It’s far too cold.”

“It’s all in the leaves, Villain,” Hero replied.

“The leaves. They’re…crunchy.”

“They’re beautiful.”

Hero tilted their head back, gazing up at the red, orange, yellow, and brown canopy. Villain followed their lead, watching the light stream through the gaps of the balding branches with the slightest sense of wonder. The wind picked up, and it was like the trees were sparkling. Rich colors rained down as the gust blew through.

Totally not beautiful at all.

The nemeses next found themselves at a table with a medium size pumpkin sitting in front of each of them. They had both been entrusted with a small array of carving tools, which they made quick use of cutting into the vegetable and scooping out seeds and guts.

Sufficiently covered in the remains of mutilated gourds, Hero glanced over from where they were carefully scraping at their logo carved into the side of their designated pumpkin. Their mouth fell open in horror at their enemy’s work.

Safe to say, Hero earned a blue ribbon, and Villain earned a lifetime ban from the carving contest.

The criminal and the crime fighter soon took to wandering the perimeter of the farm, following the fencing in front of the surrounding deciduous trees.

The wind blew and Villain rubbed at their arms and pulled their cape tighter around themselves.

“It’s too cold to be outside,” they complained, causing Hero’s head to whip towards them.

“Since when are you such a wimp? If you’re cold, just say so,” Hero challenged.

“Ok, I’m cold.”

“I have just the thing,” Hero replied cheerfully, reaching into their concerningly-large pocket and pulling out some knitted material.

“What…are those.”

“Mittens.”

“No. That,” Villain pointed to the woolen blob on top with an accusatory finger, “is an abomination.”

“It’s. A. Mitten.”

Hero spread out the knitted hand-warmers before them. Villain thought they were more likely to be mistaken for a failed crochet project.

“…why are there only three.”

A grin spread cheesily across the Hero’s face, a glint of mischief in their eyes.

“Couple gloves!”

Slow, painful realization overcame the Villain.

“No. Absolutely not. I am not holding your hand.”

“I thought you said you were cold?” Hero tilted their head, asking with seriousness, “Would you rather have your fingers fall off?”

That, in Villain’s opinion, was a gross exaggeration of the current temperature of their hands.

They did, however, relent when they realized how terrible it was to have an imbalance between their hands, one wrapped in wool and the other exposed to the cutting wind. Better to look dumb then waste a valuable asset like the feeling in their fingers, Villain rationalized.

Hero let them keep pretending that was the real reason their fingers stayed intertwined until it was time to go home.

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A lot of these ideas are included in @thepenultimateword ’s Flufftober challenge. I started writing this before the challenge was posted, but it deserves some recognition, go check it out!

[optionalblue]

New theme alert!! I like the pumpkin banner :)

I am most def gonna change it in the next three days, but this is just a placeholder for finding the perfect halloween pfp :3

[bugflies00]

TUBBO PUT SKYFALL AS THE SONG FOR HIS STARTING STREAM BAHAHHAHAGAGAGGA

[justanamartins]

[angeltism]

you will all love me even if i obnoxiously post ghost lyrics ok

[thebroccoligoblin]

Happy first day of fallllllll

[anotherdescentintomadness]

SITA TaeMin

“Damn… this is crazy.. what am I gonna do now?”

“FALLLLLLLL”

Never over this MV. We’re up to 17M views now 🤯 So incredibly proud of him. Also… every look in this video is great, but I’m extremely fond of this particular one… and the red… and the blue

[bibliocharlie]

starting to feel like fallllllll

[yurchenko-full]

OU COUNTING BEAM FALLLLLLLL

[madwoman25]

fallllllll

[mattscoquette]

i cannot wait for fallllllll

me too i fucking that the summer

[silvana-little-abdl]

🧡 if you were to design a nursery, what color or theme would you base it around?

Hmmmmm I’d probably do lots of forest tones, like darker forest green, some browns, include splashes of orange and reds so it’s always fallllllll

[itzmangoyumego]

AHDUISNFNAMKSJAKAKHHHHHHHH SHES FALLING SHES FALLING FALL FALL FALLLLLLLL

[savventeen]

YIPPEE TIME FOR FALL THEMED BLOGS <333333333 IT LOOKS SO PRETTY TOO <33333

wait yeah it's gonna be september for us tomorrow huh. and the weather is gonna be a lot cooler for me tomorrow too........

sending u cool weather beloved ilysm ♡♡

AHHHH THANK U IM SO READY FOR FALLLLLLLL

i want cooler weather So Bad and i love autumn aesthetics and autumn spices im Ready shdjdjd

SENDING YOU COOL WEATHER TOO ILYYY 🧡✨🧡✨🧡✨

[freakierassfuck]

Fallllllll Givee Innn Sinnnkkkkkkk Surreendererrrrr

Who enjoys the feeling of being conditioned?

Knowing that someone has worked to tweak and mold your malleable mind with every interaction you have. Knowing you've been primed and influenced to a point of no return. Knowing the simplicity of a word of action is enough for you to lose yourself completely.

Triggered by as little as a command phrase. Prodded into an unknown direction by latent pathways your mind has been railroaded on. The indescribable feeling of yourself attempting to resist, fighting with every fibre of your being, pushing to retain your free will. And yet, the impossibility of that task insurmountable, and behind every feable attempt made, the knowledge that you want this.

You want all pretence to fall away. You want to give in completely. You want your mind and body to sink into the clutches of your controller. You want to surrender and enjoy the delicious grip of conditioning.

[metaphysakilbuild]

FAllLllLll SaRIym FALLLLL!!!