#halloween tradition

[beturbecky]

Because I feel like I've covered all fur colors, I wanted to ask you guys!

Just as a disclaimer: I try to stick with natural wolf colors so if you do suggest colors that aren't natural wolf fur colors/patterns, I'm just gonna ignore it.

[vhstape]

we eating shark coochie

[cctinsleybaxter]

my next c22-characters-in-costume drawing will either make people say ‘i hate this’ or ‘what does this mean,’ which is really always the goal

[stormwaterwitch]

The Switch Witch

So a few years ago one of my coworkers introduced me to a Halloween Tradition she did with her kiddo called “The Switch Witch” where kiddos leave out a few pieces of the Switch Witch’s favorite candies (YMMV ;D ) and in return the Switch Witch comes and replaces the candies the next day with a little toy or treat.

I got to finally do it with my kiddo this year and wanted to share the tradition with you guys as well~♥ So remember to leave some candy out for The Switch Witch tonight and you might get a treat ;)

Happy Halloween my darlings~ may you have a wonderfully spooky night ;)

[katiajewelbox]

Welcome to my Halloween Countdown! Over the next 10 days, I will share a daily Halloween treat on social media. It's a spooky and festive time of year, with subversive traditions, eerie history, spine chilling stories, haunting home decor, and enchanting costumes. Halloween Countdown Day 1: Parade of Halloween Costume Concepts Here are my latest concepts for potential Halloween costumes this year as well as ideas for future Halloween festivities. Every year, I have a tradition of creating 2 costumes for Halloween. I like to use real fashion clothing and accessories instead of store bought “pre assembled” costumes for the sake of originality. My Halloween costumes are always a “character” with a backstory and identity that I “become” when I dress up. I draw upon timeless folklore, literature, history, fashion, and my own imagination instead of stock Halloween characters or pop culture characters. From the left to right, we have Rusalka (Slavic mythology ghostly mermaid), Kawaii Vampire Princess (character inspired by Japanese street fashion), Jorogumo (seductive spider woman from Japanese folklore), and Mad Plant Scientist (inspired by my own life experiences). Will these mysterious ladies materialise this Halloween, or are they the ghosts of Halloweens to come? We will find out soon!

[theotherendcomics]

[halloweenhangouts]

Bats have long been associated with the mysteries of the night. Being nocturnal creatures, they remain hidden from view during daylight hours, emerging at dusk to begin their hunting expeditions. 

[a2zillustrations]

More in my ghosties series! Anyone have any ideas for more? I’m obsessed

Prints of all these available on inprnt ✨✨🍁🍁

[unofficialchronicle]

Johnny Cash reading Robert Service’s poem “The Cremation of Sam McGee,” the American Frontier’s “Tell Tale Heart” story. (5:33 min recording)

Link to the poem as well: https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/45081/the-cremation-of-sam-mcgee

The Cremation of Sam McGeeBY 

ROBERT W. SERVICE

There are strange things done in the midnight sun      By the men who moil for gold; The Arctic trails have their secret tales      That would make your blood run cold; The Northern Lights have seen queer sights,      But the queerest they ever did see Was that night on the marge of Lake Lebarge      I cremated Sam McGee. Now Sam McGee was from Tennessee, where the cotton blooms and blows. Why he left his home in the South to roam 'round the Pole, God only knows. He was always cold, but the land of gold seemed to hold him like a spell; Though he'd often say in his homely way that "he'd sooner live in hell." On a Christmas Day we were mushing our way over the Dawson trail. Talk of your cold! through the parka's fold it stabbed like a driven nail. If our eyes we'd close, then the lashes froze till sometimes we couldn't see; It wasn't much fun, but the only one to whimper was Sam McGee. And that very night, as we lay packed tight in our robes beneath the snow, And the dogs were fed, and the stars o'erhead were dancing heel and toe, He turned to me, and "Cap," says he, "I'll cash in this trip, I guess; And if I do, I'm asking that you won't refuse my last request." Well, he seemed so low that I couldn't say no; then he says with a sort of moan: "It's the cursèd cold, and it's got right hold till I'm chilled clean through to the bone. Yet 'tain't being dead—it's my awful dread of the icy grave that pains; So I want you to swear that, foul or fair, you'll cremate my last remains." A pal's last need is a thing to heed, so I swore I would not fail; And we started on at the streak of dawn; but God! he looked ghastly pale. He crouched on the sleigh, and he raved all day of his home in Tennessee; And before nightfall a corpse was all that was left of Sam McGee. There wasn't a breath in that land of death, and I hurried, horror-driven, With a corpse half hid that I couldn't get rid, because of a promise given; It was lashed to the sleigh, and it seemed to say: "You may tax your brawn and brains, But you promised true, and it's up to you to cremate those last remains." Now a promise made is a debt unpaid, and the trail has its own stern code. In the days to come, though my lips were dumb, in my heart how I cursed that load. In the long, long night, by the lone firelight, while the huskies, round in a ring, Howled out their woes to the homeless snows— O God! how I loathed the thing. And every day that quiet clay seemed to heavy and heavier grow; And on I went, though the dogs were spent and the grub was getting low; The trail was bad, and I felt half mad, but I swore I would not give in; And I'd often sing to the hateful thing, and it hearkened with a grin. Till I came to the marge of Lake Lebarge, and a derelict there lay; It was jammed in the ice, but I saw in a trice it was called the "Alice May." And I looked at it, and I thought a bit, and I looked at my frozen chum; Then "Here," said I, with a sudden cry, "is my cre-ma-tor-eum." Some planks I tore from the cabin floor, and I lit the boiler fire; Some coal I found that was lying around, and I heaped the fuel higher; The flames just soared, and the furnace roared—such a blaze you seldom see; And I burrowed a hole in the glowing coal, and I stuffed in Sam McGee. Then I made a hike, for I didn't like to hear him sizzle so; And the heavens scowled, and the huskies howled, and the wind began to blow. It was icy cold, but the hot sweat rolled down my cheeks, and I don't know why; And the greasy smoke in an inky cloak went streaking down the sky. I do not know how long in the snow I wrestled with grisly fear; But the stars came out and they danced about ere again I ventured near; I was sick with dread, but I bravely said: "I'll just take a peep inside. I guess he's cooked, and it's time I looked"; ... then the door I opened wide. And there sat Sam, looking cool and calm, in the heart of the furnace roar; And he wore a smile you could see a mile, and he said: "Please close that door. It's fine in here, but I greatly fear you'll let in the cold and storm— Since I left Plumtree, down in Tennessee, it's the first time I've been warm." There are strange things done in the midnight sun      By the men who moil for gold; The Arctic trails have their secret tales      That would make your blood run cold; The Northern Lights have seen queer sights,      But the queerest they ever did see Was that night on the marge of Lake Lebarge      I cremated Sam McGee.

[trueloveandotherscificoncepts]

my son

[heikala]

Amber🍁

This piece was painted for the 2024 calendar and it's the illustration for October! This is colored ink on watercolor paper, tried experimenting with colored outlines for this one🎃

[beturbecky]

Lol, remember last year when my 2021 Halloween Art couldn’t save at the very end, so I had to make a back up file?

I’m not as finished as last year’s piece, but I’m more than halfway done (I’d say) and I’ve happened to come across that problem again. I’ll have to keep going on another file, so the time-lapse will have to be in two or more parts depending if that happens again. 

I tried to export the time-lapse and the full thing takes 36 minutes??? lol I don’t think it’s even as complex as last years, but I guess I’ve done more strokes on the file and that tells the file to add data or something? So, because I’m not gonna let my computer suffer, I’m at least going to have the first part be only a minute long. We’ll see how the rest of the piece comes out soon. I’m pretty sure I won’t be much longer now. 

I’m like most of the way done with the background, then there’s shadow, and the back light. Hopefully it’ll just be another week.

[thy-bread-molds]

I did this barely any reference and the one did use was cropped. :0)

I now know this his one arm is glued and a joint on his left arm. This is very silly.

[totorononoke]

Found another super cute oc that I had to draw asap <3

This one belongs to @sweeetlii

[t34rdr0pz]

drew some bugs [and crows] [ft. stickers from walmart also] [grilled cheese]

[reichen--art]

Golden ribs & hydrangea flowers