#happy halloween yall!!!!!

[raineandsky]

#133

Fourteen years ago, the hero—barely twelve years old and several years from considering being a hero—knocked on their neighbour’s door with their basket in hand and the smile of a kid about to eat their weight in sweets on their face.

The door was barely open before the hero was shouting, “Trick or treat!”

“Oh!” their neighbour exclaimed as she opened the door. “What’re you dressed as, hon?”

The hero pouted dramatically. This was the question they’d been answering all night—how could no one see it? “I’m [Superhero].”

Their neighbour laughed and produced a bowl of sweets, the wrappers glittering like gold under the porch light. “Of course you are! Well, take your pick, [Superhero].”

The temptation to dig their entire hand into that delicious ocean of chocolate was almost irresistible. The hero swiped the top sweet to push that temptation down, not even looking at what it was before dropping it into their own basket. “Thanks!”

Their neighbour said her goodbyes as the hero hopped back down onto the path, letting themself out the gate and heading for the next house.

A flicker of white moved in the bushes next to the hero. Their gaze snapped to the side, scanning through the leaves for the culprit. Then, like a mist of horror and death, a ghost drifted straight through the bushes towards them.

The hero yelped, shaking several sweets from their basket as they leapt back. It hovered just in front of them, the sheet over its head floating slightly, eye-holes cut in to show the hero their distant gaze.

A real, actual ghost. Fear gripped their throat and glued their feet to the ground. No, think—what would the superhero do?

They cleared their throat, putting on the bravest face they could, and said, “Nice costume.”

The ghost didn’t respond. It simply stared at them with dead, far-off eyes. An actor, the hero decided. It’s not real. Just someone that’s really embodying the spirit of Halloween.

They tried a smile that probably looked more pained than they’d hoped. “Super realistic,” they continued into the quiet. “Did you make it yourself?”

The hero reached out to run a hand over the bottom of the ghost’s sheet, only to find their fingers phased straight through it. They paused for a moment, staring wide-eyed at their hand passing right through this supposedly solid object, before hurriedly pulling it back.

“Whoa,” the hero whispered. “Are… are you, like… dead?”

The ghost said nothing. It only continued to stare at them. The sheet floated around them like the hero hadn’t ever disturbed it.

“Um. Okay.” The hero shuffled nervously, glancing at their destination down the street. “Very cool. See you ‘round, anyway.”

They casually wandered to the next house along. They glanced over their shoulder at the gate and, seeing that the ghost was gone, swiftly abandoned their sweet hunt and ran all the way home.

-

“On Clarence Street?” the hero asks indignantly. “Fourteen years ago? That was you?”

The villain laughs brightly from where the hero has hastily tied them to a desk chair. “And you were the one dressed like [Superhero]? The only kid I couldn’t scare the chocolate out of? Oh, this rivalry was destined.”

The hero can feel their face scrunching up in annoyance. The whole process of seeing a ghost, researching the paranormal, feeling bad that someone was lingering after death, wanting to shape a world people could leave peacefully, taking on heroism in their career. All their life decisions had sprouted from that one moment when they were twelve, and it was the villain’s goddamn fault.

The hero takes a step back to resist the urge to punch them. “How’d you do it?”

“Projector.” The villain looks particularly proud, like they’re explaining how their most recent invention works. “It was one of the first real evil things I planned myself. I think it was the start of my career, that night.”

The hero scowls. “Makes two of us.”

“Be honest,” the villain starts with a grin, “did I getcha?”

The scowl only deepens. The hero doesn’t like the truth, but they’re not a liar. “A bit.”

Another laugh, entirely too proud of the stunt they pulled off over a decade ago. “Happy Halloween, [Superhero].”

[evershadevalley]

it’s halloween here which means it’s my birthday too

[mroddmod]

uhhhhh happy halloweiner

[jabesa0]

🍭🎃TRICK OR TREAT..!🎃🍫

[thestuffedalligator]

I do think that vampires should have an aversion to holy objects in fiction, if just because it would be unbelievably funny if vampires hated mummies because of it.

A mummy is a corpse that’s been consecrated and transformed into a holy object through a sacred religious process, and if it’s up and walking around it’s probably because of the divine powers of the real actual gods. To a vampire, a mummy is a man made of plutonium

[hunnam]

Mark Haynes as Player 4 Stream (2024) dir. Michael Leavy

[ruubesz-draws]

Shin Godzilla but it's eldritch horror style idk

Happy Halloween!

I tried to make it look creepy but it looks edgy wtf?!?!

[anotherwellkeptsecret]

A lovely commission of a sparkly kiss.

[yalibat]

i showed u my amulet pls respond

[random-twst-things]

Ace: if you were to put together a draft of people you wanna go out with, would i at least be on there?

Mc/Y/N/Yuu: Yeah- how many- how many slots tho?

Ace: One.

Mc/Y/N/Yuu: ...No

Ace, staring into your soul: Two 🧍🏻‍♂️

Mc/Y/N/Yuu, wheezing: what- what're you asking me right now?

Ace: ...two...

Dividers by/from @/cafekitsune

(Stay safe and have fun out there for those who are going trick-or-treating!! 🎃)

[idyllcy]

trick or treat - professor!simon riley x professor!reader

"Trick or treat." Simon holds out two hands to his TA during the lecture, both fists closed as the TA picks one, and Simon unwraps the paper.

"Trick."

The door at the front slams open as you rush in with the nurse outfit on, pyramid head in hand as you pull at the sheet and replace it with the mask, patting Simon's chest twice as you rush off with a wave. The sheet follows after with you as Simon tilts his head up. The robe that wraps around his torso leaves little for imagination as a couple of the students start staring immediately.

"Happy Halloween." He hums. "As mentioned in the syllabus, if you dressed up, drop by to the front after lecture or send me a email of what you're dressed as for extra credit. We'll end class a little early today, but the lesson is relatively simple. We're starting the first part of fear in war." He takes off the helmet. "Let's get started."

After class, a handful of students ask for photos with him, and he notes down the names of those who dressed up, chatting with a handful of students before you head in to start your lecture after his, grinning from under your costume as Simon pinches your waist and pulls you next to him.

"Your students are gonna be oogling."

"Says the one whose biceps are literally bulging." You click through the desktop and connect yours, waving bye to Simon's students as yours start filing in through the front.

"Alright, that's it for today. If you have any questions, email me. If not, then have a lovely hallowEEN—" you yelp as Simon throws you over his shoulder, your stuff packed with one hand as you hit him, telling him to put you down.

Your students absolutely lose it.

[pikorulli]

THE CROSSOVER EVER!!!

[the-august-axolotl]

Inktobertale Day 31: Halloween

Happy Halloween!!

(shhhhh don’t look at the date guys I totally didn’t run out of time this was totally posted on Halloween guys ssshhhhhhh)

white pumpkin version under the cut, I was rly torn between which color to do and I just couldn’t chose lol. So have both :p

blue boy

[cosmikirby]

A little late, but

Happy 3rd Anniversary to Mad Rat Dead!!! ❤️🐀🎩🎉🎉

[thestuffedalligator]

Ghosts have always been the sexiest gothic horror monster. I’ve been saying this for years. Every October I see someone resurrect the “Which is sexier vampires or werewolves” debate but it’s ghosts it’s always been ghosts it’s 1000% ghosts. All gothic horror monsters are sexy because they sit on a venn diagram of danger and tragedy and ghosts are all tragedy. They are personified tragedy. They are the persistence of tragedy. They love you but they cannot touch you. They love you but they cannot forget. They love you but they cannot move on.

A vampire wants to eat you and a werewolf wants you to stay away. A ghost loves you so much it hurts.

[inkstainedrat]

get absolutely booped you handsome fucking codger