#the twelve days of halloween

[capriciouswrites]

on the second day of halloween my true boo gave to me...zuko braiding hair

“Urg!” she wants to cry. There are days where it’s just not worth it to get out of the bedroll, and for Katara this has been one of those days. It doesn’t help that it’s a new moon and she’s just started her period — both on their own makes her bending weaker than normal, together she feels practically useless. And now the day is done and she can’t even go to bed. “Ugh!”

It’s no one’s fault but her own — she knew the knife needed sharpening but there wasn’t ever enough time and it slipped and and is now making everything a hundred times harder than it needs to be.

She was able to make dinner without the use of her left hand — the cut on her palm makes any motion difficult, even though the cut itself isn’t actually that bad.

And she was able to glare Sokka into doing dishes— but now she’s trying to braid her hair for bed and it’s impossible to do with one hand!

“What’s wrong, sweetness? You sound like a badger bear with a toothache.” Toph asks, sprawled comfortably nearby.

She’s clearly not worried about her hair, and for a moment Katara considers just chopping hers off — that would mean she didn’t have to braid it, which seems like an improvement right this moment. (But she still remembers how excited she was when she was old enough to grow her hair out, and while she’s sure Gran-Gran would understand the realities of traveling it still doesn’t seem worth it. And realistically she could sleep without it in a braid, but then she’ll end up with all sorts of things in her hair and end up needing like four times as long to tame it tomorrow.

Of course, she’ll have her ability to heal back, probably, by then, so it might still be easier to just wait.

“I hurt my hand, I can’t braid my hair,” she answers Toph, trying not to sound as petulant as she feels.

“Have Zuko do it,” is the immediate response.

Zuko glances up from where he’s sharpening his blade and immediately pales — perhaps because she’s not glaring at him. She doesn’t trust him still but…well he probably doesn’t know what to do with long hair anyways, other than putting it in an ugly top knot!

“Don’t be stupid, he wouldn’t know how to braid hair,” Katara scoffs.

“Actually,” he starts hesitant, like he’s expecting to be yelled at immediately — but when no one interrupts him immediately his voice gets a little stronger, “I used to do Azula’s hair.”

“Like I’d want to match styles with that psycho,” she says with a scoff — feeling triumphant for a moment as Zuko winces before she realizes he is her only chance at getting her hair braided tonight. Toph’s braids are absolutely awful and closer to just repeated knots, Sokka’s are almost as bad, and Aang has no hair. “But,” she says, trying to sound gracious, “If you think you can do a simple braid I guess that would be okay.”

Toph laughs at her, which is about to be expected, and Zuko still looks wary.

Katara grits her teeth and, “Please.”

“Sounds like that hurt,” Toph snickers, but quietly enough that Katara decides it’s the better part of valor to ignore her and done.

Zuko continues to look wary but nods, “Yeah, of course.” He stands up and seems taller than normal, perhaps because she’s facing the reality of him touching her and — well, at her back. Which is a place she decidedly doesn’t trust him but — but she just wants to sleep.

He sits down silently and she doesn’t know what to say so she just tucks her hands into her lap and waits. It seems to take an exceptionally long amount of time before she feels his fingers in her hair, but she thinks it’s just her anxiety making time stretch. His fingers are gentle and she can barely feel the tug as they work through her hair.

It feels good. It feels better than it has a right too. And he’s radiating heat behind her and it makes her stomach cramps feel slightly better and —

It’s a miracle she doesn’t collapse against him and fall asleep immediately, but she still doesn’t trust him and —

And she’s not at all sorry that he’s apparently fairly quick is braiding hair and holding out a hand for “hair tie?” before she can do something embarrassing. She passes the tie to his hand and then he’s standing up and going back to his blade and she gently touches her braid and — it’s exactly like she does it every night.

She shouldn’t have gotten out of her bedroll today, it clearly wasn’t worth it. But now she’s getting back in her bedroll…and maybe she just won’t get out of it tomorrow until things start making sense again.

[candycryptids]

Oh lort I have less than a week to find a stupid hat…. For like, a gpose. I think the dummie Nerd cone will work tho I forgot about it… lmfaooo

[the-crowbar-was-my-kryptonite]

Inktober Day 12: Spicy (Art Only)

[madzmationcreations]

Inktober day 5 : Rui from Demon Slayer

2022 Inktober drawing Links:

<- Day 4

[deepestgrave]

HALLOWEEN 2022 PLAYLIST

organ donor - dj shadow | cemeteries of london - coldplay | scientist - richard dawson | freedom hangs like heaven - iron & wine | roll the bones - shakey graves | hell's comin' with me - poor mans poison | collapsing stars - the mountain goats | look on down from the bridge - mazzy star | yellow flicker beat - lorde | dead fingers talking - working for a nuclear free city | the wanting comes in waves / repaid - the decemberists | autumnsong - manic street preachers | cut me down - the dahmers | come alive (war of the roses) - janelle monáe | cry little sister (theme from "lost boys") - gerard mcmann | no vampires remain in romania (dracula spectacular) - king luan | w.i.t.c.h. - devon cole | mary on a cross - ghost | lust for a vampyr - i monster | small cuts - the brobecks

halloween 2021 playlist series (link to last year's tag)

(listen on spotify)

[chubby-bearded-nerd]

Terrifier - night twelve

[whencartoonsruletheworld]

i see a post talking doom and gloom about how we'll never escape toxic masculinity. i think about back in 2017 when american girl released their first boy doll, and a review for him went viral in the collecting community. the review was written by a mom, who said they went into the store to get their daughter a doll, only to see their son's eyes light up like fire when he saw a doll that looked like him, and now every night he puts his doll in pajamas and rocks him to sleep. i think about the toddler in my daycare room a few years back who was obsessed with baby dolls, carrying them everywhere, and his mom proudly told us he uses his sisters' old baby dolls and wants to be just like them. that toddler saw another toddler crying one day and gave her the doll he had to cheer her up. i think about the eight-year-old boy i saw a few years back, excitedly waving around raya's sword in a target checkout line like all his dreams were coming true. there was a video on my instagram the other day of a little boy at disneyworld crying with joy upon meeting his hero, mulan. i think about the voice actor for bow in the she-ra reboot saying his nephews only wanted adora action figures. celebrity men are wearing dresses on tv now. last halloween i saw a little boy dressed as elsa. i went to go see spiderverse over the summer, and in the line ahead of me was a boy who couldn't be older than twelve or thirteen, bouncing and beaming, giddy with excitement over getting to see the female-led romance movie elemental. i think about the five-year-old boy at my library who breathlessly asked me where the pinkalicious books were, eyes widening when i had more on my cart, his mom explaining that he is all about pinkalicious and fancy nancy. i saw so many pictures online of boys and men dressed in pink to see barbie. teenage boys are gonna open their phones and see the man who wrote fucking game of thrones dressed in pink to see barbie. when i was a kid, a boy dressing in pink was practically a social death sentence. there are boys running around in pink on my street right now.

[nucleardog55]

It’s that time of year again where I remember the twelve foot tall skeleton from Home Depot and get all worked up about it and desperately check the price to get it shipped to Australia even though I know it hasn’t changed and then get sad that I’ll probably never have the twelve foot tall Home Depot skeleton.

This will be my fourth year in a row

[zuckergussprinzessin]

anxiety disorder squad how are we doing this october

[capriciouswrites]

on the first day of halloween my true boo gave to me...a sakura with a sword

Alright, only two people expressed interest in seeing this, so apologies to the rest of you. I'm thinking just tumblr drabbles, but some might get long. So, here's a little bit of Sakura's POV for a bit between chapter one and the as of yet unposted chapter two of i get knocked down (BUT I GET UP AGAIN). Enjoy.

Sakura itches her nose and tries to fight off the second hand embarrassment she’s getting from this whole…thing. Haku, next to her, is just staring in horror. Which is absolutely a reasonable response, and luckily on his henge’d face can easily be mistaken for terror.

Which is good, because they’re supposed to be civilians and ergo be terrified of all of this.

But really it’s just…really, really bad.

“Did they just —“ Haku’s mouth snaps shut as Sakura shoots him a look — her brown eyes might look softer than her normal green glare, but he’s always been a smart kid.

Not that he’s wrong. And really, she’d prefer he be horrified and disbelieving than think anything that’s happening is a good idea but —

Sakura squints slightly and then tilts her head, hand itching for her bingo book. That's not a symbol she knows. Which is just wrong. How can there be a village she doesn’t know? They’re wearing their forehead protectors proud, which is nice she supposes but… 
“There are too many,” one of them is saying, not even bothering to keep their voice down, “we should just kill some here. Keep the healthiest.”

Sakura sighs and tilts her head back. Next to her Haku’s shoulder’s relax. Her lips curl slightly and she shakes her arms out.

Every few months she likes to have them henge up and join a caravan as civilians just to work on some of those subtle skills that being a missing-nin don’t emphasize, but it’s not like this is the first time she’s ended up doing something to defend the group — but normally that's because whoever’s attacking realize that there’s someone with chakra just chilling there.

These guys haven’t noticed, didn’t even notice when Sakura made a clone to join the children.

Haven’t even noticed that mist is slowly rising and curling around their ankles and higher, despite the bright sun beating down.

Which is just, hell, just insulting.

“Okay, I’m sorry," she says, stepping forward from the crowd where she’s been cowering with the others, “what fucking village are you from?” She considers and glances to the children, “whoops, sorry, cover your ears, that’s a bad word.”

“We’re Sound! And we’re going to —“ Sakura whistles sharply to cut them off and signal Haku.

“Sounds made up,” she says, “but I changed my mind, I don’t actually care. Okay, bye.”

The ice mirrors rise from the mist slowly, and she wants to applaud at both how smooth they move and how down right creepy it looks. Haku’s learning so much, she’s so proud.

Her hands go over her shoulders, even as the fake-ninja arm themselves and look around, one splitting into two which is just bizarre, to pull out Kabutowari even though he just looks like a backpack at the moment.

She still hasn’t bothered to drop the henge, probably won’t, since what she’s pulled out looks like a leg of lamb attached to a mirror with ribbon holding the two together which is, quite frankly, amusing enough to make her enjoy what’s probably going to be a brutally boring fight. She snickers to herself, deflects a blow with the mirror and then cracks a skull open with the lamb before flash stepping to the next one.

“Okay,” she says once they’ve raided what the civilians have left behind — she figures they escaped with their lives which obviously wasn’t going to be the case otherwise, so taking some of their shit as payment is reasonable, and they weren’t even there to argue so they must not’ve cared about it too much, “but ‘Sound’ is definitely fake, right?”

Haku shrugs and continues to examine the roll of silk he’s going to spend the next week bitching about carrying until they get to one of the few tailors they like.

“Oi, brat, don’t ignore me. Sound, fake or real? I kinda want to find out what’s up with that. Side trip?” Haku rolls his eyes and ignores her, so she reaches over to flick the side of his head — being very careful not to catch him with the sharp edge of her fingernail. “Show some respect, brat, we’re gonna go hunt down some fake ninja, it’ll be fun.”

“Yes, Sensei,” he says, dryly, giving her a look over the silk that makes her laugh — he’s come so far from the shy boy terrified of his own bloodline limit, she’s so proud.

[thyme-in-a-bubble]

boo! surprise bitches! i'm doing kinktober this year! finally doing it! bet you didn't see that one coming, did you hehe 🕸

there is a good mix of both short and long stories coming your way throughout this (and i will also still occasionally post other fics this month that aren't related to this). also, a handful of these fics are darker in nature, thought it was fitting for halloween, so remember to read the warnings, if there's something that's not for you then please, as always, be kind to yourself and don't read the story.

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day one | sore

stepbro!sirius black x cheerleader!reader + dubcon massage

day two | don't smile

steve rogers + throat fucking + size kink

day three | stuffed

devil!eddie munson & angel!steve harrington + tentecles + double penetration in one hole

day four | a little fashion show

best friend!stiles stilinski + lingerie

day five | stay still

peter parker + bondage

day six | hold up, let me record this

jj maybank + tittyfucking + sextape

day seven | the palace guards

guards!poly!marauders x princess!reader + secrets relationship

day eight | it’s practically like we’re down there with them

mob boss!bucky barnes + exhibitionism

day nine | keep that pretty mouth shut

tommy shelby + keep quiet quickie

day ten | I couldn’t find it in me to wake you

poe dameron + somno thigh fucking

day eleven | I just want you a little longer all to myself

matt murdock + secret office sex

day twelve | nothing more than a toy

rafe cameron + using you like a toy to masturbate with

day thirteen | I still got a few rounds left in me

boxer!steve rogers + bathtub sex

day fourteen | open your fucking mouth

dark!wild west cowboy!joel miller + gun kink

day fifteen | tiny

miguel o'hara x fairy!reader + extreme size difference

day sixteen | the wall between us

cult member!steve harrington + fem glory hole + breeding

day seventeen | be a rebel, be bad, stay here and cuddle with me

spencer reid + aftercare

day eighteen | pleasant pile of pillows

brother's best friend!james potter + pillow humping

day nineteen | ring ring

sam winchester x reader x bf!dean winchester + phone sex + cheating

day twenty | window

perv!neighbour!billy russo + voyeurism

day twenty-one | say yes

fiancé!bruce wayne + possessiveness

day twenty-two | i can think of something better than that

bucky barnes + anal

day twenty-three | double check

dark!professor!ben solo + power imbalance + manipulation

day twenty-four | maroon

vampire!remus lupin + biting + blood kink

day twenty-five | i want you

pirate captain!miguel o'hara + sex as payment

day twenty-six | teamwork

pro football team!avengers (bf!steve rogers, bucky barnes, pietro maximoff, clint barton, sam wilson, tony stark, thor odinson) + gangbang

day twenty-seven | my little flower

din djarin + fantasy au + cockwarming

day twenty-eight | hysteria

doctor!aleksander morozova x hysteria patient!reader + historical au + fuck machine

day twenty-nine | can't fight the moonlight

werewolf!bucky barnes x gf!reader + predator/prey + monsterfucking

day thirty | magical mimic

eddie munson x witch!reader + magical mutual masturbation

day thirty-one | you can’t put it in

stepbro!peter parker + halloween pussyjob

© 2023 thyme-in-a-bubble 

[the-crowbar-was-my-kryptonite]

Inktober Day 12: Spicy

When I saw this prompt I was like, oh it's me. I love nothing more than a good book and a pumpkin spice latte. But I do *hate* writing about myself in any capacity, so I'm so lucky that my best friend let me steal her laptop and work on her HTTYD fan-fic while she worked on this for me. The following is her words, very lightly edited by me.

//

You take a sip from your pumpkin spice latte and blush violently as the next series of words appear on the page. 

Your heart pounds. You think to yourself: Oh dear God, in public? But you knew this was coming. 

The Book is particularly mischievous when you’re around other people. The dialogue it creates becomes increasingly suggestive and sometimes explicitly spicy, much to your enjoyment and utter humiliation. It knows you somehow. It creates scenarios particularly tailored to your preferences and interests — sometimes things you didn’t even know you would be excited by until reading them on the page.

Sometimes the Book talks directly to you. Those passages are particularly odd. It often feels like receiving a love letter or particularly steamy text from a partner. But other times you can only wonder how on earth the Book is not only able to write spontaneously, but able to write about you so specifically. You’d spend hours typing passages from the book into search engines, only to come up with nothing but failed searches or distantly similar writing. At some point, you had to admit: the Book was writing to you — creating stories for your eyes alone. Part of you finds it terrifying…but the terror only lasts for so long, at least until your curiosity overpowers your fear, as it often does. Whatever unsettling feelings make you want to burn the book or throw it away or tear out its pages always abate, and it’s only a matter of time before you open the Book again, eager to see what it has in store for you this time. 

All art by @cool_beans_jw on insta. Writing by @violet-moongem and editing by the weird sister.

[ultravioletrayz]

𖤓KINKTOBER '24 M.LIST𖤓

my first ever kinktober!! have fun :)

day one: sensory deprivation w/ simon 'ghost' riley

day two: free use w/ billy butcher

day three: temp play w/ john wick

day four: dry humping w/ kyle 'gaz' garrick

day five: public sex + exhibitionism w/ homelander

day six: cockwarming w/ john price

day seven: phone sex w/ tony stark

day eight: glossaphilia w/ venom (+ eddie brock)

day nine: dacryphilia + degrading w/ ellie williams

day ten: toys w/ wade wilson

day eleven: quickie w/ tangerine

day twelve: mutual masturbation w/ queen maeve

day thirteen: size difference w/ könig

day fourteen: boot worship w/ soldier boy

day fifteen: threesome w/ ymir + historia reiss

day sixteen: edging w/ shiu kong

day seventeen: monsterfucking w/ eren jaeger

day eighteen: spanking w/ johnny 'soap' mactavish

day nineteen: anal w/ reiner braun

day twenty: cumplay w/ toji fushiguro

day twenty-one: pain kink w/ logan howlett

day twenty-two: somnophilia w/ spider-man noir

day twenty-three: bondage w/ peter b. parker

day twenty-four: pegging w/ scott summers

day twenty-five: dirty massage w/ nanami kento

day twenty-six: hate sex w/ victoria neuman

day twenty-seven: lactation kink + pregnant sex w/ jean kirstein

day twenty-eight: deepthroating w/ the moon system (marc, steven + jake)

day twenty-nine: lingerie w/ lyla

day thirty: sex in the bath w/ higuruma hiromi

day thirty-one: HALLOWEEN w/ miguel o'hara

[onetobeamup]

Working in hospitality wears down your interest or reverence for holidays: discuss

[goodmorrowing]

THREE DAYS 💀 haven't even started but i want to do this ridiculously badly so as of right now. yes.

😶😶😶😶😶

i KNOW how it looks but i mean. i can do it! right? 😭

[pastryfication]

hii!! could I please request another sister Leclerc fic?? I don’t mind the topic as all your writing is amazing 💞💞 hope you have a good day! xx

hi!! i love writing sibling relationships so thank you for your request 🫶🫶 i hope it’s what you wanted

october birthdays | leclerc sister

pairing: leclerc brothers x sister!reader

summary: a story of how you and your brothers have celebrated your birthdays together throughout the years.

content warnings: very cute siblings bc that is one of my comfort tropes

october was a special month for many reasons. it was then fall break happened, halloween came, and most importantly: the big birthday week fell in october.

growing up with three older brothers had always meant a whirlwind of energy and competition. the four of you were extremely close—your relationship was a value your parents had drilled into you from a young age—but the bond you shared with arthur and charles was something else. something unique, cemented by your consecutive birthdays on the 14th, 15th and 16th of october. your close birthdays were a running joke amongst your friends, something you had both loved and hated growing up. but no matter how much you wished that you had your own birthday week, you couldn’t deny that there was something special about sharing it with your brothers.

on october 14th, you wake up to the familiar hum of excitement that always accompanies mid-october in your house. the smell of pancakes wafts from the kitchen, mingling with the autumn air that sneaks through the open window. your mother is already up, her cheerful humming a comforting backdrop to the clatter of pots and pans.

arthur, the youngest of your brothers, turns 24 today. tomorrow, it’s your turn—21 at last. and the day after, charles will celebrate his 27th birthday. the tradition to celebrate together, one big party that perfectly captures the essence of your close-knit family, is still going strong, and arthur and charles have both managed to come home for the week, a rare occasion that fills you with joy and excitement.

you scarcely remember your birthday when you turned six. arthur turned nine, and charles was a proud twelve-year-old.

back then, the house was filled with the smell of your mother's homemade baking. she had worked tirelessly, baking three cakes—one for each of you. she joked that it was like running a small bakery for a week.

when you close your eyes, you can still hear the laughter that echoed through the house as the three of you ran around, arthur boasting about his new remote-controlled car, charles showing off his model f1 car, and you clutching your new doll, a gift from your three brothers.

in the middle of the living room, the three of you gathered around a small table, the cakes in front of you. charles had just taught you and arthur how to blow out the candles all at once, a tradition he said brought good luck. as the sun dipped below the horizon, you all blew out the candles together, your wishes mingling in the evening air.

as teenagers, the tradition shifted slightly but remained just as special. the living room parties turned into backyard barbecues, your friends mingling with theirs. you recall the year you turned sixteen, arthur nineteen, and charles twenty-two. you were all busier then, with school, friends and budding responsibilities, but your birthdays were non-negotiable. it was the first year both your brothers brought a girlfriend to the celebration. you had felt a pang of jealousy, worried the tradition might change, but it didn’t. instead, it only grew. and it only continued to grow in the following years.

now, at 21, you’re in your family home, the air filled with the familiar scent of birthday cakes baking in the oven.

you head downstairs as soon as you wake up, the smell of freshly brewed coffee and delicious breakfast meeting you. your mum greets you with a warm hug and a kiss on the cheek when you meet her in the kitchen.

soon after, you hear the front door open and arthur’s familiar voice fills the room.

“morning! look who i found wandering outside,” he exclaims, nudging your older brother in the ribs as they walk in.

charles walks a step behind arthur, looking more mature but with the same spark in his eyes. he’s 27 now, but in this house, time feels like it has stood still. he hugs you gently, a warmth in his smile that reminds you of your childhood and makes you feel as if he’s never been away.

“it’s good to be home,” he says softly, burrowing his nose in your hair as if to sniff up the essence of you—because for him, you equal home in a way nothing else does. “happy birthday, ma petite.”

your oldest brother, lorenzo, joins you soon after. he’s always been the steady one, the rock that keeps the family grounded. he’s 35 now, an old man in your eyes, working a regular job and supporting your mother as she manages the household, but his support for you never wavers. he watches over you all with a quiet pride that you wouldn’t trade for the world.

as the day progresses, it quickly disappears in a blur of laughter, stories, and nostalgic moments. you spend the morning catching up, the afternoon playing games in the yard like you used to do and the evening gathered around the dinner table. your mother has outdone herself with a feast, and of course, the three special cakes make their annual appearance. this year, they are red velvet for charles, lemon for arthur, and chocolate for you. you savour every bite and smile brightly as your mother makes you pose for a picture; charles in the middle with his two younger siblings leaning against him, while lorenzo stands behind you, arms around the three of you.

later, after the cake has been devoured and the dishes cleared, you find yourselves in the living room, flipping through old photo albums. there are pictures from every birthday, from the chaotic, frosting-smeared faces of your childhood to the more recent, slightly more sophisticated celebrations at racetracks and fancy restaurants.

arthur points to a photo of the three of you from years ago, standing in front of a go-kart track, each holding a trophy. “remember this day? when mum and dad let us all race together for the first time.”

you laugh, recalling how charles had tried to teach you both racing tactics while arthur had insisted on just having fun. surprisingly, arthur did end up winning with his questionable method, but it had been charles who scooped you up and twirled you around in victory when you managed to finish without spinning out.

“i was terrible,” you laugh.

“let’s be honest,” arthur states. “you’re still terrible.”

offended, you lay your face in a mask of fake outrage, turning to hit his side. your fist connects with his shoulder, but he barely flinches, only laughing at you. the rest of your family soon joins, and you can’t help but give in too. you really are terrible.

as the evening winds down, you sit on the porch with charles and arthur, the cool night air wrapping around you. as you stare out at the night sky, resting your head on arthur’s shoulder, you realize that no matter where life takes you, these moments will always bring you back together. the tradition, the love, and the shared birthdays are the threads that weave your family into a tapestry of unbreakable bonds. the stars are bright, and for a moment, everything is perfect.

perfect, because some things never change, and for that, you are eternally grateful.