#pumpkin short

[4nuttyaddict]

Costume chat cheshire: Réalisation du short bouffant. Lien page facebook: https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100032848166805&locale=lv_LV

[proteidaes]

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!! It’s officially pumpkin time!!!! 🎃🎃🎃

Lumina turns 8 this year, can you believe it!! 🥳🍂🍁 Keep it together, girl! The adventure is only beginning! 🍂🍁

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Lumina is a little pumpkin girl who is TIRED of growing pumpkins! While she struggles not to lose her head on the eve of the big pumpkin festival, Lumina learns that you don’t need permission to want something different.

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Thanks so much for reading!! LUMINA is a 56-pg free-to-read comic about a nervous lil pumpkin girls struggling with The Horrors of being anxious 🎃🎃🎃. I am happy to share this Halloween treat each year, but if you want to support the comic you can buy digital versions on itchio, and ko-fi! Thanks so much!!

You might also enjoy my graphic novel 🍎 CRABAPPLE TROUBLE 🍎, which is a summer-themed adaptation of this story. Thanks for looking!!

[sensei-twinkles]

Happy Halloween!! 🎃✨

This year I finally had enough time to do a carving this year so why not two? And of course it was them, who else if not them

[daisyswift3]

So I think I may have cracked the code. Listening to Clara Bow w this context in mind from the 4th, 9th, and 10th 🎃 messages makes the lyrics cut even deeper and explains the purpose of the anthology.

What Taylor is essentially saying is that above all else she is proud of her humanity. “Human. Human. Human.” “Flesh and blood.” Unlike some ppl in Hollywood like greedy big suits (cough SB^2 cough Big Machine cough) she’s managed to keep her humanity intact and didn’t let these negative experiences corrupt her or turn her bitter. She was able to find peace and courage in spite of it. And she’s saying I am abt to come out of the closet and while I am hopeful I’m also a little fearful. But isn’t that an amazing thing? Because being fearful, sad, furious, insecure, hopeful—these experiences are unique to humans! “Your heart beats red and hot and furious in your chest.”

“And most importantly, they will know about the human heart.” THIS is the purpose of the anthology. This is why she released 31 (13 backwards) songs for her fans to dissect and decode. Bc she wants them to understand that she’s not a god. She’s a flawed human just like the rest of us.

I think there’s a very good chance that THIS is what her movie is going to be about. Her journey out of the closet and all the hardship that came along w it and helping other ppl to understand the human heart. And I wouldn’t be surprised if there was a memoir that was released w it—“the professor said to write what you know.” And it makes sense too why the manuscript lyrics match perfectly w the all too well short film. Bc they’re talking abt the exact same thing!! She has a relationship w a much older man, experiences heartbreak, heals, and then writes abt it in a book—the story of us AKA the manuscript.

And this is why 🎃 kept referencing the story of us. I couldn't make sense of it a few months ago but now in hindsight it all makes perfect sense. Message in a bottle was probably a red tv vault track for this reason too. Bc the message in a bottle is the manuscript. The puzzle pieces really do all fall right into place.

[glazedcroissant]

Trick or trick?

trick it is then

[pumpkin-patch-chronicles]

Cameron's New Look

By: PumpkinPatchChronicles

The time was already thirty minutes to eight and Cameron was rushing to find anything he could wear. He'd been invited to a pre-Halloween party and as usual put off getting anything done until the last minute. Cameron wasn't really the type of person to plan ahead unless it was a workout routine at the gym. To his credit he would be considered quite a specimen.

Coming in at 6'3" and just at 195 lbs his body was the definition of what a lot of men aspired to. His arm were impressive and veined, even in resting positions. His torso was well sculpted with a nice set of semi abs and a hairy chest that could bounce with the slightest of movement. His legs (the thickest parts of him) were well toned and covered in soft hairs, the feeling of rubbing them like rubbing a stone wrapped in fine cloth. Looking at his face and head, it resembled something like you'd find in a health magazine; well sculpted with a close shaven head and facial hair, eyes bluish green and a smile that'd make anyone melt. While Cameron loved his appearance, he also loved his package; surrounded in kept up pelvic hair, it came in at a whopping 6" soft and 10.5" at full mast with a set of eggs that'd make a hen cry for days if they had to lay them.

In order to keep this physique in top tier shape he'd spend hours making sure his weekly routine, diet, and environment were at their most, which brings us back to his current dilemma. Cameron left little time to anything external to himself (bills, appointments, schedules not related to his gym routine, etc.) and now he was whirling around his flat desperate to put something together for his friend's party. Typically he wouldn't really care, but he hadn't seen his friend in months due to being over seas for a job and he wanted to catch up before he'd have to go off again for another few months.

As he combed through the numerous closets in his flat he managed to only find a handful of things to fashion together. His costume consisted only of a pair of short top combat boots, a European style bathing suit, and a Jack-O-Lantern pail he'd gotten at a gym event for the season. As time grew closer he looked in despair and said that what he had would have to do, he'd go as some sort of sexy beach goer (he figured). As he rushed out the door and jogged down the street to his friends three blocks away he wasn't pleased with his costume but was excited to see his friend again.

The night was crisp and partly cloudy, allowing the stars and moon to peek through here and there. All the small businesses and town homes had some sort of festive decor to them, offering plenty of visual appeal to the area. The streets were quiet not quite being Halloween, which was somewhat a relief given Cameron's near naked appearance running through the neighborhood. Despite his reservations he still wished he was able to have done more for the party. As he rounded the corner (being nearly there) he immediately stopped in his tracks at what he saw.

There in the center of the sidewalk was a freshly carved Jack-O-Lantern, dark on the inside with a somewhat sinister expression. Cameron looked around puzzled as to why someone would just leave a Jack-O-Lantern lying in the middle of the sidewalk, but quickly lost interest. He walked up and lifted the pumpkin to examine it thoroughly since it was just there. Despite it's size the weight wasn't that bad, maybe only 5 lbs, and wasn't at all damp or wet outside or inside. That's when Cameron got an idea, since this was just sitting here and didn't look to belong to any home or business in particular he'd wear it to the party and be a sexy pumpkin man. With a new air of excitement and optimism he took the pumpkin in hand an quickly finished his journey to his friends.

Arriving at the stoop to his friend's apartment, he quickly dawned the Jack-O-Lantern he'd found on the sidewalk and entered the main hall. As he made his way to his friend's door he was pleasantly surprised at the pumpkin he now wore on his shoulders. It didn't smell at all, wasn't gooey or wet inside (as he'd noticed before), and the light weight really was easy to carry. In a matter of moments he'd made it to his friend's door and was greeted by a roar of clatter, laughter, and holiday merriment.

Almost immediately he was the center of attention, being barely clothed with a solid physique that caught the eyes of the women and men there. His friend gave a chuckle, thanked him for coming and brought Cameron into one of several small groups to mingle. Throughout the party Cameron conversed, drank, joked around, and flexed for anyone who asked (regardless of sex or orientation), he really was in his element. As time grew closer to midnight Cameron began to notice that his head felt a bit off.

Reflecting on the evening he had been drinking a bit much (more than he usually did given his strict dieting) and chalked his odd feelings to that. Yet as the time got closer to midnight his head became more and more unusual feeling. He soon excused himself from the party and entered a bathroom off the living room just down the hall. As he shut the door he sat his prop on the counter and looked into the mirror. He looked at his reflection to see his hairy toned body topped with the Jack-O-Lantern and couldn't help but feel a bit aroused. He was no stranger to getting in a mood over his own appearance and now wasn't any exception. The Jack-O-Lantern head actually added a new element to his appearance that really gave him a twitch in his loins. Regardless of his mood, he still felt his head get more and more unusual.

He figured that maybe he'd worn the pumpkin too long an needed a break to get his bearings again, and soon went to remove it from his shoulders, then midnight struck. As his hands grasped the sides of the pumpkin his head went numb, then he felt his face fall into the front inner wall of the pumpkin against the carved face. Within a few seconds he felt fine again, but despite still feeling his body he found he could no longer control it. Peeking through the carving once more he saw that he was still standing in front of the mirror, hands still grasping the sides of the pumpkin, but regardless of what he tried he couldn't budge from that position. Then as unexpectedly as he had fallen forward, he felt his arms lift the pumpkin off his shoulders and held it over the sink. Cameron soon became perplexed; he felt his body take the pumpkin off, yet his vision was still from the perspective of inside it. His arms soon began to gently shake the pumpkin up and down until a solid thud hit the sink.

Cameron quickly went from perplexed to shocked, his vision now out of the pumpkin but inside the sink. Confused and worried he felt his arms move back towards his body, pumpkin in hand, and felt the fruit placed back on his shoulders. Soon Cameron felt his arms move again, his hands now grasping either side of his fuzzy face and the sensation of being lifted up, seeing himself leave the inside of the sink. He felt himself being turned around by his own arms to find himself staring down his body with the pumpkin on his shoulders as it's head. Unable to speak he tired to say something (anything at all) yet found himself unable to make a sound. With another gentle plop his head was now on the counter facing his body, his arms retreating back to his sides, the Jack-O-Lantern now looking down at him.

Concern in his face, Cameron tried to ask what was going on, his toned body just standing there. It soon became clear however that Cameron no longer was on his body, the new owner of it validating this realization by grabbing a hand mirror on the counter and facing it to Cameron's detached head on the edge of the counter. All Cameron could do was try to get the words out to call for help, while his body sat the mirror down and grabbed the pail Cameron had brought with him. As Cameron looked on, giving up on his plan to call for help, his body began to bounce it's pecs, his right hand slowly making it's way to a slow forming erection. Cameron felt the mood his body was in and with no way of controlling it, he soon faced the reality that his body's new owner wished to explore it's new situation, with Cameron's head as a toy for exploration.

[d8tl55c]

oh boy !! ! ! ! !!! ! thANK y0u all for the kind words on my last art posts. you all get it and i was/still am so happy about it

as promised, here's some close-ups of the comic for image quality's sake, and other screenshots i rescued from the community whiteboard (and something else)

first up another sketch of mystery gender-ambiguous being. (please send me more name ideas for them if you got one- i like to hear em! (reminder it's the side character that appeared for <10 seconds in AvM Ep. 30))

a few fav scenes

emotional support cwab

they weren't meant for this purpose exactly, but i do have countless "fluffy sticks" loose in my notes and homework sheets from the school years.

papery critter.

even when i wasn't confident in fur or feathers, they helped me practice posing and create some satisfying gradients/flowing poses. (im a sucker for good tail poses) (oh yay! i found a good pic...)

and finally, little sneak peak for you for reading so far ;3

i realized that whiteboardfox is pretty great for my working needs. simple and to the point and all. feels nice with the mouse and the tablet.

so i started hashing out a big project idea just to see if it holds up and

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several hours later ...

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oh

oh man

it's a little bigger than i expected

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[lipglossanon]

Pumpkin Patch

stepbro!Leon S. Kennedy fem!reader - SFW

Warnings: stepcest, cute and fluffy moment with Leon 🤭

not proofread ✌️

"If I hear pumpkin spice one more time, l'm going to scream."

You fight down the smile on your face but Leon still notices and squints at you. 

“Don’t.”

“Pumpki—“

He claps his hand over your mouth muffling the rest and making you giggle against his palm. 

“Now now you two, no horseplay,” your mom chides as she shades her eyes to look around for your stepdad. 

“You know where to find us?” she asks turning in time to catch Leon yanking his hand back with a disgusted face as he wipes his palm on his jeans. 

“Real mature,” he rolls his eyes as you shrug. 

“You put it there.”

“Kids,” your mom clears her throat with a huff, “I asked you—“

“Yep,” you smile brightly at her, adjusting your coat, “we’ll find you guys once we’ve picked out our pumpkin.”

She sighs but smiles back, “Yes, well you have fun and remember—“

“No horseplay,” you all three say at the same time. 

You and Leon share a grin as she turns her back to you both, muttering under her breath as she walks over to your stepdad near the vegetable stand. 

“So princess, what’s the goal?” Leon smirks at you as he throws his arm over your shoulders. 

Instead of annoying you like it usually does, you relax into his side, soaking up his body heat to combat the chilled afternoon air. 

“We’re off to find the best pumpkin, duh,” you pat his chest, “you’re talking to an expert.”

“Oh am I?”

You roll your eyes at his snarky tone but preen to yourself when he keeps his arm wrapped around you as you both walk further into the farmstead, making your way over to the rather large pumpkin patch. 

The place is pretty busy, families and couples mingling and calling out to each other, pushing wheelbarrows laden down with pumpkins past you and Leon as you make your way down the rows. It smells like fresh dirt and growing things, making you breathe deep even though the cold air stings your lungs. 

You both walk in comforting silence as you take in everything. Even though there’s a ton of people there’s also twice as many pumpkins, so you don’t feel rushed in finding one. The people running the place have dotted corn stalks and scarecrows all along the patch and strung up cute pumpkin shaped lights to add to the festive look. 

“How about this one?” Leon pauses and pulls away from you to bend down and roll a warty looking pumpkin right side up. 

“What? No!” you shake your head, “that one’s terrible for carving.”

Leon tosses the fringe from his eyes as he stands up, “And why is that? Doesn’t this one look Halloweenie?”

“Nope,” you pop the p extra loud, “we need one that’s smooth on one side but sturdy on bottom. Oh! And with a good stem.”

Nodding to yourself as he rolls his eyes at you, you scout the area before grabbing Leon’s hand and pulling him along. 

“This one!”

You let go of his hand and kneel next to the bright orange gourd, “It’s perfect.”

You look back up at Leon with pouty lips, “Will you carry it for me?”

“That?” he scoffs rolling his eyes, but you don’t miss the way a blush dusts the bridge of his nose, “why should I?”

“Because you’re nice like that?”

He shakes his head, “Just get a wheelbarrow.”

“But I don’t wanna,” you whine, standing up.

You step in front of him, clasped hands resting on his chest as you make the saddest face possible, “Pretty, pretty please with sugar on top.”

He glares down at you but you don’t move. 

Finally with a put upon sigh, he pushes you back, “Fine, but you owe me.”

You laugh and wave him off, “Okay, okay.”

He crouches down and lifts up the pumpkin with a huff, “Please tell me I don’t have to lug this around the rest of the afternoon.”

“Of course not,” you roll your eyes as you  wrap your hand around his bicep to help guide him, “just until after we get some hot cider.”

divider: @firefly-graphics

[buwabisquit]

WOOO ink-tober-tale day 2 prompt!! pumpkin carving! honestly doubt i'll be doing any of these in order,, but hey its something!!

Ink Sans belongs to @comyet Swap Sans belongs to popcornpr1nce Dream Sans belongs to @jokublog

[journeyoflights]

PART 1: The Harvest

[descargassims]

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[daisyswift3]

Guys do u realize how huge this is. She basically confirmed when The End of the story in 11 parts will be. New Year’s Day when Taylor is 35 yrs old. She's going to have both a literal and metaphorical birthday, a rebirth. "A fresh page...a new chapter." All the references to “parties” are for both her birthday and a New Year’s party. These songs have been from the perspective of her future self this entire time. “Past me, I wanna tell you not to get lost in these petty things,” that’s Taylor talking from the future after she comes out on New Year’s. Like 90-95% of the folkmore, Midnights, and TTPD songs are Taylor singing abt future plans. Many of the vault tracks too. When we were told abt her having a “script” written THIS is what that was referring to. folklore-TTPD IS the script and she has been and is living it. We’ve been watching the movie this whole time.

“Then the actors were hitting their marks” // “Are you special or was this all scripted in his head?”

Taylor diving into the ocean and swimming to Midnights represents this journey from folklore-TTPD. She is swimming to the finish line which is the “New Year midnight.” She was in exile but after exile ends she is able to return home. “Now, pretty baby, I’m running to the house where you still wait up and that porch light gleams”

[jay-faraway]

Thanks for the advice Peter.

[theinternetisaweboflies]

It was my first time performing The Ceremony of the Fangs, so they turned out a little crooked, but I think they still look very nice. I painted one of them gold to match her nose and the gold flecks in her fur. Thank you for the tutorial, Auntie! @gothiccharmschool

[bubblegumflavor]

Johnny caught himself the sweetest Pumpkin. He's gonna let this one live.. : )

Another quick one for @ckhalloween23 Prompt: Serial Killers!

(In anticipation of this weeks movie stream! =D)