#hallows end

[eluviannaa]

Happy Hallow's End!

A spooky San'layn with her sinister squashling.

[shivawalkerart]

And . Of course...

Happy Hallow's End🦇🍁❤

Our two witch wives are celebrating! Mine and @.a_tine_a's (x)

I love the tradition of drawing my characters for this holiday.

[fel-temptation]

Some spoopy Korrinth for Hallows End! This might just be her Monday outfit, but at least she’s on theme! This awesome piece was made by the scarily talented Frrrozi !

[teslacoils-and-hubris]

Return of some old ocs

[longveil]

No, Seraanna didn't dress up for Hallow's End. Why do you ask?

Maybe you ought to let her enjoy her book and wine in peace...

(repost of a commission from @yuxingart – Happy Halloween!)

[peach-jelly-lemon]

Does anyone else think there should be more major cities for specifically alliance and horde? Going through the hallows end quests I realized how fun the whole 'sneaking into the others capital to throw stink bombs/douse the wickerman' thing is and that in all the newer expansions everything has been for all factions. I think Northrend and Pandaria expansions did a good job of mixing horde/alliance specific places and important unfactioned places. But I mean specifically big cities like Silvermoon, Thunder Bluff, Stormwind, etc. Especially with Undercity being screwed up with the plague bomb, Darnassus being burnt, and with all the new races that have been added. There's just like a lot less pvp options for world of WARcraft after like four storylines straight of 'we must unite to save azeroth from this Bigger Worse Threat!'

Or like an update to existing capitals, Orgrimmar having little sections for tauren and trolls is cool but including spaces like it for goblins, pandaren, the little fox guys, and dragons would be interesting. And then having something like that for Stormwind as well for the displaced elves and worgen. I know there's refugees walking around but I mean whole sections like old town and dwarven district.

tldr there should be updates to old stuff for new expansions that dont involve blowing the whole place up and making it unusable perhaps?

All with the caveat that I know making big detailed stuff like that is hard and takes a long time esp in videogames and I also don't have the new expansion

[cozycreepycoffin]

Arfus, the Lick King

🎃🪦🕯️☠️🕯️🪦🎃

thank GOD this dropped! I would have been so devastated!! Arfus is so cute 😭😭 I love him so much and I would do anything for him. I ended up not getting the dragon customization but I'm honestly not that pressed about it! It gives me a reason to do the dungeon next year :)

[night-elf-aesthetics]

The new headless horseman fight is fun and engaging but I just really miss the "Get over here you idiot!" bit as he chases after his head

[scourge-lover]

For Hallow's End, Sapphire dresses like Sylvanas. Ethan dresses like Tirion, complete with an obviously poorly made Ashbringer replica.

Arthas walks in unsuspecting and has a (metaphorical) heart attack. He's not well the rest of the night lol (He deserves it tho)

[theborderlandcoalition]

With the last harvest of the season wrapping up and the arrival of Hallow’s End, those leaving the king’s road to enter the lands of Southwatch will find carved pumpkins, silly scarecrows, and a kaleidoscope of colored leaves lining the main roadways.

Here, our stories lean away from the frightful for the world is filled with it already. Instead, we lay out treats for crows, teach the story about how the forsaken broke away from the scourge, and of course trick or treat. Southwatch keep becomes a place of fantastical magic displays and of course where the 'good' treats can be found. Starting on the first day of rest after the start of the holiday, a wagon of treats from the keep is taken to each of the largest towns and the Sunshield knights help create a wickerman in each town, a Gilnean tradition, one which will be burned at the end of the holiday to banish unrest, fear and uncertainty.

Throughout the holiday, people will stuff the Wickerman with worry notes, some in code or scribble, to be burned when the time comes.

[eluviannaa]

Halloween pinup Elu, by the amazing Countess Huge, herself.

[wispofisis]

@sulkyprince and I enjoying Hallows End!

[junipers-doodles]

Please do not reuse/repost.

[teslacoils-and-hubris]

"Whats with the face sweetheart? Ain't ever seen a man at work before?"

[lightningant]

still fantasizing about harry becoming mentally ill enough to go back in time to 1946 to defeat tom riddle who is unfortunately also in his extremely vulnerable mental illness depression fugue era and isn't in the emotional headspace to have a nemesis

[mastermindmiko]

The Ear that wasn't

pairing: George Weasley + reader

word count: 1,312

warning: injuries, death and it's a bit angst

Summary: After the battle of the seven (eight) Potters, George becomes distant, and you decide to find out why

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After moving to the Burrow, things have changed. Everyone’s more sombre, and the world seems a little darker. The impending doom of Voldemort’s terror a bit more real. Madeye died and Hedwig as well when we were attacked while moving from Privet Drive to here. It was fun pretending to be Harry for a bit, the polyjuice potion wreaked and tasted awful, but looking like someone else was amusing, that was before death eaters started throwing spells left and right at least. 

The most noticeable change in my life was the distance that George has been placing between us for a month since we came here. The first two days I stayed by his side while he was recovering from becoming ‘holey’. We couldn’t bring any medics to the Burrow, so we all had to make due with our collective medical knowledge; finding spells to ease the pain, recalling how to put on a proper bandaid, and how to stop the blood from gushing. 

Fred and I were riding together, and went to the Burrow via another route along with the others in order to confuse the death eaters as to who was Harry while George was getting hit with a sectumsempra. We arrived at the Burrow and there seeing Hermione’s sad expression looking at me and Fred made my heart lurch to my throat. I couldn’t recall a time I’d run faster inside to find George lying on the sofa. 

I spent the first few days tending to him, and spending as much time near him as possible, mostly due to the nature of our relationship and also to take care of him. We’d only gotten news about his ear when we finally reached madame pomfrey (a trustworthy person) who told us that George wouldn’t be able to get his ear back. I’d expected it, but George seemed heartbroken. 

I stayed behind after dinner, tidying up the table at a slower pace than usual, watching as George cleared the cups too. His movement is precise but never without a little whimsy. The bandage is still wrapped around his head, and he starts shoving cups between the crook of his elbow to hold more in one go. I clear my throat, “How do you feel?” 

“Well.” 

I sigh, knowing how curt all his replies have been. He heads into the kitchen and I continue to stack the rest of the plates before waving my wand, sending them into the kitchen. I walk behind them and point my wand into the sink, allowing them to gracefully pile up inside. The magical tools get to work and start rinsing. 

I look into the living room first looking for George, and I see him sitting on the couch twirling around his wand, and staring off deep in thought. Madame Pomfrey had informed us that his (additional) lack of focus could occur due to the concussion and spell, as well as some loss of balance. I gulped, “Do you need anything?” 

“No.” He grumbles, and leans back sinking into the sofa. I walk closer to him and take a seat beside him. He doesn’t bother to spare me a glance. I bit my lip and hesitantly said, “We can go take a nap for a bit in the room if you’d like?” 

“I don’t need you fussing over me.” George snaps, and I purse my lips, used to this attitude from him over the past month. I shuffled closer to him, and confessed, “I’m not fussing over you, I just want to spend time with you.” 

He sets his wand aside and sighs. He puts his head in his hands, hunching over his thighs. The fire crackles and fills up the silence between us. I place a comforting hand on his back, stroking his skin, feeling the soft material of his shirt and his vertebrae. He sighs once more, and deep in thought he whispers, “Why?” 

“Because you’re my boyfriend.” I chuckle at the absurd question, even when he wasn’t I loved spending time with him. He looks at me, palm holding his cheek, and my amusement dies down from seeing his miserable eyes, and wrinkled eyebrows. My hand lifts from his back and moves to his hand. I ask, “What’s going on, George?” 

“I-” he stutters, and looks away. I squeeze his hand supportively, and he closes his eyes. I let all the thoughts that have been jumping around in my head stay for a second of all the things he could say, the most prominent being: I don’t love you anymore. He sucks in a breath and turns back to lock into my eyes. He mused, “I’m not good-looking anymore, and I don’t want you to not want me.” 

I blink, and process. George, the ever confident, forever handsome, cocky and funny George Weasley doesn’t think he’s good-looking anymore. What would even make him think- oh…the accident. I say, “Is this about your ear?” 

He looks away once more and I know that it’s the truth. I start rubbing comforting shapes over the back of his hand, and I reach over to grab his other hand. I protested, “I don’t think you’ll ever stop being good-looking, not to me.” 

He scoffs, not believing my words. I could see his eyes begin to have a slight shine to them. I pout at his expression, and I drop his hand to reach over and cup his cheek. I turn his head towards me, and brush my thumb over his cheekbones. He let out a bitter chuckle before he smiled, sputtering, “I’m practically deformed.” 

I smile at him, and give him a look. I lean into him, smelling his familiar scent that I haven’t been able to smell in a while. The wood and biscuits engulf my senses. I kiss his lips, and his eyes flutter momentarily to a close. I let my lips linger near his before pulling away and watching his closed eyes as he sighs before looking back at me. I whisper, pulling his face to mine, “Even if you were a troll, I’d still love you George.” 

He gulps and checks my eyes for any glimmer of a lie. He leans into my hand, and pouts. He relaxes looking at my face before slowly turning his head to press a kiss to my inner palm. His lips linger and he cups my hand with both of his. He kisses it again before adding, “I don’t want you to not be attracted to me.” 

“You’re plenty attractive George with or without two ears.” I commented. He squeezes my hand, the warmth of his fingers spreading to mine, providing a comforting head during the dead of winter. I convince, “And I believe that there’s more to our relationship than just your looks, George. There’s your wit, and your kindness, and your humour- and I could go on for so long, so you’ll have to stop me, and your smile and laugh, your courage-” 

“I get it, I get it.” George chuckles, and pulls our intertwined hands back up to his lips to press a kiss on each of my knuckles, feeling his warm breath on my hand and the softness of his lips on each of my knuckles. He gazes at me sincerely and says, “Thank you.” 

“It’s only the truth.” I state, and he pulls me into a long and deep hug, resting his head into the crook of my shoulder, giving me kisses whenever he sees fit. My arms still reach after him when he pulls away to say, “I’d also still love you even if you were a troll.” 

“Thank you, that’s good to know.” I laugh, and I finally see that wonderful humorous grin of his. He stands up and encases my hand to pull me up beside him. He presses his lips to mine then suggests, “How about that nap?” 

a/n: I really wanted the gif to be the scene when Harry and Ginny are kissing and he goes "Good morningg", but alas I couldn't find one, so this will have to make do. Hope you liked this one.