#with her frilly Halloween collar thing

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It’s been hectic here as I start school and adjust to my new routine, so here’s a Baby Beeb

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All Hallow’s Eve (A Stranger At My Gate Drabble)

summary: A little look at what is, technically, Tessa and Pero’s second Halloween together.

rating: G (though my entire blog and its contents are only for those 18+)

word count: 1.5k (I’m still counting it as a drabble, fight me)

a/n: I started having some Tessa and Pero thoughts on my walk home from work this afternoon, then cranked this out after dinner. It occurred to me that it might be fun to spend just a moment or two with these two today, given the importance of All Hallow’s Eve to their story. Happy Halloween, everyone!

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Pero will never admit this out loud, but he secretly loves when Tessa fusses over him. Little touches that show that she cares, like she’s doing now, adjusting the collar of the white shirt that lays under the light blue vest she’d picked out for him.

“Alright, Flynn Rider, gimme your best smolder.”

“I will do no such thing,” he replies evenly, scowling at her.

“Perfect.”

“Hey now,” Pero grumbles, reaching down to tickle her side, “it worked on you, didn’t it?”

Tessa lets out a small shriek and twists away from him.

“Pero, behave. I promised Amie we’d hand out candy at her place while she and Thom take the kids trick-or-treating and we cannot be late.”

“With you in that dress, mi amor?” He cocks an eyebrow at the frilly purple garment that is turning his love into Rapunzel for the evening. “I make no promises.”

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“Moira make it to Florida okay, Tess?” Henry says as she and Pero fill bowls of candy in her sister’s kitchen.

“She texted me when she landed earlier,” Tessa confirms.

“Tessa said she goes on this trip with her witch friends every All Hallow’s Eve?” Pero asks.

Amie nods.

“And Moira never misses a year when it’s Nancy’s turn to host. The woman takes to South Beach like a spring break co-ed.”

Henry barks out a laugh.

“Remind us, Pero, to tell you one day about the time we had to bail the whole lot of them out of the Miami-Dade County jail when they got booked on disorderly conduct.”

As with every nugget of information Tessa’s family shares with him about Moira, Pero is equally impressed and terrified.

Thom wrangles the kids into the kitchen, their whole family outfitted this year as Toy Story characters. Molly, Toby, and Finn — done up as Bo Peep, Rex, and Woody — rush to give their aunt and uncles hugs before racing out the door, eager to start collecting candy. Thom places a big red cowboy hat onto his wife’s head, completing her Jessie ensemble, and she helps him shuffle out the door sideways so as not to damage his Buzz Lightyear wings.

“Be good until we get back, you crazy kids!” Henry shouts at Tessa and Pero, one hand on Walter’s leash and the other around Martin’s waist. The two of them had decided to go out with the kids this year, wanting the chance to show off their costumes as Blue and Josh after the rain had thwarted everyone’s trick-or-treating plans last year.

Tessa and Pero settle themselves on Amie and Thom’s front stoop. The whole month of October has served as the last round of modern holiday education for Pero, Tessa and the rest of the Walsh family including him in their Halloween traditions as they had those of Thanksgiving, Christmas, Valentine’s Day, St. Patrick’s Day, Easter, and the Fourth of July over the past year. Pumpkins Pero had picked and helped to carve now stood guard on either side of Tessa’s front door. He’s gone on a hayride and wandered his way through a corn maze. He’s watched spooky movies and been the eager beneficiary of Tessa’s return to fall cooking, their house always smelling of pumpkin, cinnamon, apples…

And now, he’s let her dress him up to partake in the tradition of costumes and trick-or-treating, happy to spend a few hours dressed up like that Flynn character from that movie with the long-haired girl with the pretty voice if it means he gets to see Tessa all done up in her lace-edged dress, an innocent pink bow sewn to the neckline between her breasts that makes him think anything but innocent thoughts.

Paper bags with battery-powered tea lights line the driveway and front walk, a collection of carved pumpkins are clustered on either side of the door. The air is cool and crisp, the sky cloudless, the faint smell of fallen leaves on the breeze. The yellow glow of the porch light lets folks know there’s candy to be had at this house, and turns Tessa’s hair appropriately golden.

Slowly, children and families start wandering up. There are a few costumes he recognizes, classics like vampires and ghosts, a number of tiny witches to whom Tessa gives a little extra candy, characters from that movie The Wizard of Oz that Tessa loves so much. There are plenty of others he doesn’t — a lot of young girls are going as Ms. Marvel this year, and many teenagers and grown women are the Scarlet Witch. Tessa coos over a young boy dressed as the Mandalorian (who, she insists, Pero is a dead ringer for, even if he doesn’t see it), who comes up to get candy along with his Jack Russell terrier dressed as Grogu.

Some of the children eye Pero with trepidation, the inherent spookiness of the holiday and the shadows cast by the porch light making him look even more intimidating than usual. But then a girl of about five dressed in an absolutely precious Rapunzel gown of her own approaches them, and Tessa and Pero can see the look on her face change when she realizes who they’re dressed as.

“You’re Flynn Rider!” she squeals, then marches straight up to Pero to loudly whisper in his ear, “You’re my favorite Disney prince.”

Pero has had enough practice at playing pretend with Tessa’s niece and nephews that he’s able to get over his surprise and muster up a suitable reaction.

“Thank you, princesa,” he says, giving the girl a courtly little bow from where he sits. He drops an extra large handful of candy into her bag with a wink, and she practically sprints back down the drive to her waiting parents, loudly telling them how Flynn Rider and Rapunzel live at that house.

Tessa giggles next to him and leans her head on his shoulder, murmuring something about how she knew Flynn would be a great costume for him. But Pero is lost in thought, the mirror image of this scenario playing out in his head, in which he and Tessa are the ones standing at the end of the drive, and the little girl in the princess dress running excitedly to meet them is theirs.

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Once they’re home, Tessa plops their doggy bag of leftover candy down on the counter and goes to get herself a glass of water. Pero unlaces his boots, tugging them off and placing them on the mat. There are so many places for his things now in the house, so many reminders in every room that this place is theirs, not just Tessa’s alone.

When he straightens again and looks to her she’s gazing out the window over the sink, the one that in the daylight offers a view of the woods that conceal the Gate in their depths. Pero makes his way over to her and wraps his arms around her from behind, resting his chin on top of her head.

“You are thinking very loudly, angel.”

Tessa sighs, but it’s a contented sound.

“I was just remembering…it was a year ago tonight.”

Pero hums.

“I’ve been thinking about it, too.”

Tessa turns in his arms, resting her hands on his chest.

“You left quite a first impression that evening.”

Pero grimaces, imagining the way he must have looked, wet, injured, unkempt, unconscious, Tessa and Henry literally dragging him into the house that first night to take care of him.

“You were quite a surprise too, you know,” he tells her.

“Oh yes? What was it exactly?” She teases him gently. “My house full of magical gadgets? My inability to understand any of your languages? My absolutely incredible grilled cheese sandwich-making skills?”

Pero shakes his head, brushing the tip of his nose against Tessa’s.

“You were so kind to me,” he murmurs. “So kind when you had no reason to be. And you weren’t afraid.” He says it like he still can’t quite believe it.

“Of you? Never.” Tessa curls her fingers into his shirt. “You were mine, right from the start, even if it took me a while to realize it. And I was yours.”

A year. A whole year she’s been his, a whole year they’ve belonged to each other. It’s not enough. Pero wonders if any amount of time ever will be.

He slots his lips over hers and kisses her, loving the way she responds, always meeting him kiss for kiss. Tessa never leaves any room for doubt that she wants him.

She pulls away for a moment, a suggestive glint of mischief in her eye.

“Trick or treat, Pero?”

His answering grin is her only warning before he scoops her up and tosses her over his shoulder, pulling an indignant squawk out of her.

“I think, mi amor,” he says, heading for their bedroom with his prize, “I won’t be satisfied until I’ve tried both.”

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[nonobadcat]

A real world AU Gothic Romance - Final Chapter

Artwork by the amazing @obsidianne-art

Pairing: Ghost Shigaraki X Fem!Reader

Rating: Readers 18+ only

Content Warnings: PnV relations with a literal ghost, toys, mirror

Chapter Three Word Count: 3.9k, Ao3 Mirror

Part I ---❤--- Part 2

Sunday October 23rd, 2022

At six in the morning, you awoke to the screech of a train horn, and a full bladder. Wiping your half-matted hair out of your face, you creaked to your feet and wrapped yourself in the comforter. Dragging your warmth with you into the bathroom, you climbed onto the toilet with one eye open…

…and proceeded to pee fire.

By nine in the morning, two inquisitive text messages and one graphic description of chafed skin summoned your best friend to the landline like a fox to an injured bunny. 

“Well, of course you’re gonna give yourself a rug burn using something rough like that!” Serenity spat into the phone. “What were you thinking?!”

Um… how horny you were for some dead man’s dick?

Gripping the cold pack between your thighs, you winced. “Since when is thinking involved in that kind of thing?”

An annoyed snarl echoed from the other end. “Look, if you can’t use your fingers, you need to use a toy or something!”

You scrolled through the adult toy listings, eyeing up the options. Fake glass cock. Fake silicone cock. Fake plastic cock. Fake hot pink plastic cock with a little vibrating branch that looked like Vienna sausage. Hitachi wand. Egg thingy. Silver bullet? That sounded more like a solution to a werewolf infestation than something you wanted to put between your legs.

 “Give me a break Ren-Ren! There’s too many different options,” you protested,  scratching the back of your neck. “How am I supposed to know what to buy?”

You could practically hear your best friend’s headache as she loosed an indignant sigh. “All right. I got you. Do you want inside or outside stim?”

“Um…” you scrolled past a fake tentacle with weighted Kegel eggs. “Both?”

“Then order a rabbit.”

“What’s a rabbit?”

“Heaven have mercy,” she muttered. “Sit yourself down because this is going to be a long talk.”

Monday, October 31st, 2022 4:013 pm

Eight days after your sexual re-education lecture, a text message notification dinged your phone as you passed through the center of Smalltown, USA. Pulling into the old brownstone library, you parked your car and took advantage of the only five bar signal in Podunk County outside of the Walmart plaza. Not even the smell of garlic and deep fried something pouring out the vent from Wang’s Chinese Buffet could distract you from your excitement. The message was from USPS.

Your package has been delivered.

Oh good, Mrs. Murray’s pack of angry, push-face Pekingese hadn’t eaten the mail lady. You weren’t so sure when you saw her tearing down the sidewalk last week, being chased by bubble-fluff Cujos who probably asphyxiated for their efforts.

As you looked up from your phone’s screen, blustering winds painted the smooth cement walkway to the library doors with curled, brown leaves. A plastic sign reading “Trunk-or-Treat - 5pm - Halloween” flapped in the wind. You eyed the library's posted hours before cutting the engine. Perfect. For once, you were done with house calls early enough to go inside. Snagging your purse, you schlepped up the walkway to the glass doors and pushed your way in.

Paper cut-out ghosts and fresh pumpkins from “Miller’s Prize Winning Patch” coated the warm lobby with seasonal excitement. Tiny rubber bats flapped from the door frame, leading visitors up a trail of plastic “Big Foot” tracks to the circulation desk. Pinned into a vintage, slate colored silk dress with billowing mutton sleeves, the head librarian paused her frenzied typing just long enough to adjust her golden Prince-Nez spectacles. She tugged at the frilly trim of her high collar, fussing with the long lace. The upturned brim of her wide, feathered hat reminded you of a bowl. It didn’t budge as she lifted her head to face you. Considering the number of long, pearl tipped pins she’d inserted through the felt, it probably would have shrugged off an EF5 tornado by having a glass of sherry.

"Good afternoon, Mrs. Curtwright." You folded your hands neatly on the desk. "I'm sorry it took me so long to make it in. Work has been savage."

The librarian smiled and turned to the squat metal, bookcase marked “holds”. She pulled down a heavy grey text labeled “Miller’s Antiques Encyclopedia”. “It’s just so good to see that old house cared for by someone who really appreciates its history,” she replied, passing you the massive reference book. 

“Speaking of which, do you know what happened to the Shimura’s son after the fire?”

She hummed, tapping her chin. “Not off hand.”

You sighed. “Oh well.”

“Did you find another picture in the old furniture?”

“Uh…” Your cheeks burned as images of the naughty dream drifted across your mind. “Something like that. There was a young man in his twenties with wavy white hair. He looked a little different but I could swear it was the same person.”

“If you know the date, we can check some of the old town records.”

“There wasn’t a date on this one.”

She tugged at her sleeve. “Do you remember what his clothing looked like?”

You crossed your arms. “A red velvet jacket with these fasteners that looked like a marching band uniform.” Closing your eyes, you tried to picture the outfit you were wearing. “There was a woman in something that looked like your dress. It was really tight fitted with these slightly poofy sleeves—”

“Poofy at the shoulder or the wrist?”

“The wrist? Sort of anyway. The end of the coat was wide like a funnel.” You scrunched your face. “It was short and the shoulders were smooth, like a normal suit coat.”

“Bell sleeved jacket with Bishop sleeve shirtwaist. Probably Edwardian then. Did the dress have an S-shape that made the chest and butt stick out?”

You nodded.

“Pouter pigeon. Classic Gibson Girl look,” she murmured, leaning into the conversation. “Must have been the early years. Was there a hat?”

“Yes. It was kind of puffy and made of felt.”

“Did it have a brim?”

You pinched the air. “Maybe a small one?”

“A beaver felt Toque. I’d guess 1901 to 1904. By 1905 they were back to the Leg-of-Mutton style shirts.” She jerked a thumb over her shoulder. “Let’s go check the old town records.”

Leading you across the open floor, she motioned to some leather bound volumes on the far wall behind the “Historical” desk. Labeled by decades, each volume was four inches thick. She tugged down the 1880-1910 binder and gingerly flipped through the yellowed pages. You leaned on the beige, laminate countertop, peeking over her shoulder. All at once, a single certificate caught your eye.

“There! Shigaraki! That was the name I saw.” You pointed to the small slip of paper. “What is that?”

“Huh…” She turned the book so you could read it. “Adoption paperwork. It looks like little Shimura was adopted by someone named… well… the first name is smeared but the last name is clearly Shigaraki.” Mrs. Curtwright wrinkled her long, roman nose. “I wonder if he was related to the old Dr. Garaki that used to practice in town.”

You cocked your head. “Why are you making that face?”

She lowered her voice to a whisper and cupped her cheek. “He was a notorious grave robber. They tried to run him out of town but he had some rich friend from New York that prevented it. Supposedly, the buddy had underworld connections.” 

“Oh…”

The librarian winked at you. “I’m not sure how much I believe that. Why would a crime syndicate come all the way to this little town?”

As you thought back to the scars on your dream lover’s face and how powerful his grip had been, the idea of him being more dangerous than you first realized didn’t seem that out of place.

Mrs. Curtwright flipped the page. “Oh, it looks like they changed his whole name after the adoption. No wonder Tenko Shimura disappeared from the records at the end of the Victorian era.”

Printed on the fragile paper in ink the color of night was the name you’d been searching for: Tomura Shigaraki.

After a quick stop off for $7.99 per pound Chinese buffet take-out, you rolled down the solitary drive to your Second Empire home. Pointed wrought iron trim along the edge of the tall, Mansard roofline looked like rusty knives against the thick, overcast sky. A cold, late autumn breeze slapped your cheeks. Pulling the hood of your Carhartts up, you crunched up the gravel drive to the front door. You snatched the “discreet” cardboard package off the front porch and fumbled for your keys. The old oak rattled in the breeze, its leafless twigs snapping against each other like dried chicken bones being crushed under foot. With a shudder, you headed inside and locked the door behind you.

Wang’s fried food and wonton soup proved every bit as delicious as the smell promised. However, sitting alone at a table built for many left a cold disappointment balled in your chest. You picked at the scrumptious meal, surveying the empty walls and vacant shelves. Maybe some photos would help? Did you have any printed pictures aside from the Shimura kids? Pressing your forehead against the smooth wood, you groaned. 

“I need to get out more.”

After dinner, you settled in the front parlor to await any visitors. Nursing a cup of warm apple cider, you sat in the bay window, clutching a wide plastic bowl full of Kit Kats, Reese’s Pieces, Snickers, Fun Dip and SweeTarts. Dusk descended on the world outside. Trick-or-Treat hours came or went, but no costume coated child made the long trek up the barren gravel drive. 

“Guess this isn’t suburbia,” you muttered, eating your tenth candy of the night. “The kids probably go to Trunk-or-Treat because the houses are too far apart.”

Disappointed and lonely, you flipped off the porch light and retreated upstairs with your package. 

Flopping onto the bed sheets, you rattled the white and red box. The flesh colored, rubber-free cock flopped in its clear plastic packaging. Heat filled your cheeks as you tugged open the safety seal. As you flexed the internal rod, the moveable skin wrinkled in your fingers. You snorted with laughter, positioning it into a raunchy curve. Taking your new toy into the bathroom, you cleaned it gently with unscented soap before sticking it to the side of the porcelain basin. Giggling to yourself at your suddenly well endowed sink, you flipped on the shower and started in on your nightly routine.

Twenty minutes later, with the bedroom door locked, you peeled the plastic organ off the side of your sink and wet the base. Bathed in the flickering light of a single wick oud and musk scented candle, you snatched up your bottle of “personal jelly” from the nightstand. Then, you headed for the bare, wooden floor just beside the heavy, mahogany bed. Tossing the comforter pillows down, you fluffed them into a makeshift nest. The fake cock came down on the wooden bedframe with a lewd smack. It wiggled for a moment before standing tall directly in front of the antique oval mirror. Heat glowed in your cheeks as you adjusted the bendable shape into a less intense curl.

On the other side of the room, Tomura leaned against the other side of the ornate frame, strong fingers crawling at the glass. Blazing red eyes watched tentative hands smearing the textured organ with gelatinous lube. Then slippery digits found their way between your legs. Closing your eyes, you leaned back against the pillows. Tomura licked his rough lips as soft thighs spread for his viewing pleasure.

Smooth but firm, you teased apart your folds, working your way towards your sensitive nub. The pad of your finger lifted hooded flesh, tickling the nerves with deep, slow swipes. Musky moisture pooled in your core as a low moan slipped from your swollen lips.

One finger dipped inside, tracing over stippled flesh as it followed the curve of your body. Your wrist ached, pressing your palm tight over your clit as needy hips rolled of their own accord. Your eyes squeezed shut. Tossing your head back against the side of the old bed, you pinched one pert nipple between your fingers.

“Tomura…”

At the sound of his name, Shigaraki’s hard teeth bit his thin lips to blood.

Groaning as your hand pulled away, you climbed to shaky legs before kneeling in the nest of bedding. Lowering yourself to your forearms, you shuffled back and reached behind your hips. False flesh slid between your thighs as one hand pressed it hard to your core. The dildo’s artificial skin puckered. Thighs clenched tight, you rode its length, letting all the world fade into the feel of its sultry friction between your legs. Your body quivered as gaze drifted into a glazed stare.

Tomura groaned, savoring the erotic sight. Positioned directly in front of his mirror, you glided across the toy. The teasing sway of your tits combined with occasional peaks at pebbled nipples was exquisite torture. A bead of thick pre-cum rolled down his fingers. His eyes never left your blissed out face.

Spreading your hips and squeezing your lips, you pressed the rounded head in between your folds. Tickling yourself with the tip left your body shaking with need. You sunk back, letting your new purchase worm its way past your entrance. Quivering hands fisted the blanket. When it dipped inside, your eyes went wide.

“T-Tomura!” you stuttered. 

The toy’s delicious curve was well worth the trouble. It fit like a hand in a glove, following your body’s arch to that tender spot along the front of your pussy. Drool pooled at the corner of your lips as you leaned into the sensation, letting the veiny craftsmanship set your nerves ablaze. Slick fingers gilded across your clit as you rocked yourself back and forth between twin pleasures. 

Shigaraki’s eyes bulged, following every nudge of your hip as you rode his pathetic replacement. Irritation bristled across his skin. He clenched his jaw, watching the toy with burning envy as it slipped in and out of your body. A steady stream of breathy curses poured from his mouth as he waited for the right words to come from yours.

“Tomura… ohmigosh Tomura!” you moaned. “Need your cock.”

Not yet. Not until you said it.

“Please! Please! Tomura! Ngnnn—w-want you so bad.”

So close! Too close!

As you bottomed out against the base, you let your tongue hang like a dog in heat. Saliva pooled at the tip before dripping onto the blanket below. Tomura’s nails raked the glass. The candle light flickered. You looked dead in the mirror and fixed him with a lust drunk smile. 

“Take me, Tomura Shigaraki.”

All at once, a hard hand pinched your jaw. You glanced up, only to see a feral snarl. Massive, tombstone wide teeth flashed in the thin light. Pale waves of ghost white hair framed his heart shaped face. Blood dripped from his broken lip as he sneered down at your intoxicated smile.

“T-thought you’d never come…” you mumbled.

Red eyes glowed in the din. “Thought you’d never ask,” he snarked back.

In one smooth motion, Tomura dragged you to your wobbly feet. You stumbled into his chest. Wrapping his arm around your shoulders, he kicked the comforter aside. The mattress squeaked. One massive hand pressed your cheek first into the springs as the other hoisted your hips against his. “You know you really ticked me off, putting on a show like that.” 

“S-sorry,” you muttered, scooting back against him. “Didn’t know what else to do…”

He rolled his eyes, slotting himself between your thighs. You gasped as cool, firm flesh clipped your raw clit. His hoarse voice growled in your ear. “No more games and no more toys. From here on in, the only one you wag your tail for”—a thick, cold weight pressed against your hot entrance—“is me.”

You nodded.

He chuckled, patting your cheek. “Good girl.”

Tomura canted his pelvis to meet you. One stroke at a time, he worked his way inside, spreading goosebumps along your skin. Icy fingers spread your lower lips, soothing your friction sore nub. Warm breath steamed from your every pant as your ghostly lover molded your pliant body to his cock. When he finally seated himself deep inside, an experimental roll of his hips left you writhing in the sheets.

“Oh no, no, no .” He taunted. “You’re not getting off that easy.”

Grasping the meat of your thighs, Tomura set a steady, bouncing pace. Every thrust pressed you deeper into slippery sheets. Your clit tingled. Crawling pleasure prickled up your nerves. His girth filled you to the brim, baring you to him in ways that set your skin ablaze. Soon, the rhythmic creak of the mattress was drowned out by mewling cries of unbridled ecstasy. 

“Like that, do you?” he demanded, pressing into your farthest walls. 

“Mmmm To-Tomura,” you moaned, arching your back. Another grind of his thick cock left you slurring your words “A-ah! L-love it!”

He leaned his weight forward, licking the shell of your ear. “Slut,” he rasped. 

“D-on’t mind”— You buried your warm face in the bedding and grinned—“being your slut.”

With a curse, Tomura ripped himself out of your body. You flopped to the mattress with a confused whine before turning to face him. Before you could speak, he grabbed your shoulder and flipped you on your back. Cracked lips smashed against yours in a frenzied kiss. Cold hands dragged you over the side of the bed, as he hoisted your legs over his hips. When he broke the kiss, a skeleton wide grin split his face from ear to ear.

“Oh?” A creepy chuckle shook his chest. “Is that so?”

With a snap of his hips, Tomura buried himself deep in your cunt.

You yelped, clawing at his shoulders. Long hair tickled your cheek as he pressed his nose into your neck. Hard teeth nipped at the delicate skin. He reached between you, boney fingers toying with your clit. With a gasp, you writhed on his cock. His free hand cupped the back of your head, tilting your face.

“Take a look at how naughty you are,” he whispered.

When you saw yourself in the mirror, your breath caught in your chest. Though you could see him plain as day, there was no one reflected in the glass. Instead, your body hovered in midair, back curved and nipples tight. Between your thighs, glistening in the candlelight, your naked core clenched around nothing. Heat flooded your brain, torching all rational thought. You gulped.

Tomura turned your gaze back to him. Half-lidded eyes paired with his smug grin sent a shock of lust though your insides. He chuckled at your expression before rolling his hips again. When you gasped, he smothered it with another hungry kiss.

“Mine,” he growled.

Locking your hands beside your head, Tomura trailed his scratchy lips down the column of your neck. You whimpered, turning your cheek into the sheets. Squirming legs clamped to his sides. An eerie chuckle rumbled from his chest and he buried his nose in your hair. The wet smacks from each firm thrust filled the air like a lewd base beat. When he settled upon one particular motion, you choked on your own voice. 

“Oh?” He sneered. “Here?”

Tomura leaned into you, rolling his head across your walls. 

“T-Tomura!” you whined, arching your back.

A shiver wracked his body. “Again,” he commanded, pressing into the spot that left your vision swirling grey. 

Your toes curled. “Tomur-ah!” 

He sped the pace, pounding you against the sheets. The springs squeaked their protests but you couldn’t hear them over the sound of his feral panting. “Again!” he hissed.

Closing your eyes, you wrapped your legs around his back. “Tomura…” you moaned, pulling him tight against you.

Shigaraki swore again, wrapping his arms under your shoulders. Burying his face in your neck, his movements stuttered. Tingling waves of pleasure rippled down your thighs. You tensed, clamping your body down until the electric vibrations rattled your brain. He surged forward, pounding relentlessly into you. 

“Gonna take my cum aren’t you? Take it like the good little slut you are."

As coarse white hair clipped across your swollen clit, your world swam behind blurry tears. Half formed thoughts slurred from puffy lips.“Want it. Want your cum so bad!”

Tinged with the taste of copper, his feverish kiss threatened to suffocate you. You tongue met his in an intoxicating dance. Saliva dribbled down your chin as your body coiled tighter and tighter. Just when you were about to snap, he whispered one final order:

“Say my name.”

“TOMURA!” you yelped as your world exploded into white hot bliss. 

With a strangled grunt, Tomura emptied himself inside you. Out of breath and shaking, he collapsed on top of you, grinding his hips against you over sensitive skin. As his seed leaked around the sides of him, you pressed your forehead against his. Clammy skin met flushed flesh as you tried to still the spinning room around you.

Climbing to his elbows, Tomura swept the stray hairs away from your sweaty brow. A cruel cackle filled the room. Scarlet eyes gleamed with villainous mirth as he lifted your chin. 

“Boo," he whispered.

 ❤ ~Fin~ ❤ 

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silly kitty

pairing: hybrid!yoongi x reader

genre: fluff, hybrid au

word count: 2.8k

warnings: none really except drinking

A/N: this is super rusty and i thought of this when i was literally going through immense amounts of uni stress also .........this is super rusty but here’s a cute kitty!yoongi drabble anyway

“Yoongi I’m sorry!” you huff, scurrying after him as he storms into your old bedroom.

“Yoongi,” you try again when he doesn’t acknowledge you. “Yoongi she was just trying to be nice, don’t take it too harshly.”

“Don’t take it too harshly, ___?” Yoongi seethes ringing out the cat toy in his hand before he’s tossed it on the floor. “She should’ve just slapped a collar on my neck,” he huffs, ears pushed back aggressively.

“Yoongi she doesn’t know better,” you try to calm him down but it doesn’t help like you hoped it would. 

“Yeah… she’s ancient, it’s impossible for her to even fathom the thought that I’m not just some pet.”

“Yoongi!” You angrily raise your voice. “Yes she made a mistake but she’s still my grandmother.”

The look alone has him pouting regretfully but he doesn’t respond, turning his back to you, shoulders hunched down. Something, you’ve come to realize, he did when he’s trying to be apologetic.

“Just,” you pause, sighing when he doesn’t move to look at you but notice his ears rise attentively. “Rest up… it was a long drive.”

You don’t wait for him to respond and leave to make your way to your living room.

“Nana,” you huff, moving to sit down next to her, resting your cheek on her shoulder tiredly.

“Do you think Yoongi would like this colour?” She asks, showing you a roll of bright blue wool. “He would look so adorable,” she hums, quickly grabbing her knitting needles from the basket next to her. You snort, picturing an angry Yoongi dressed in a certified Grandma Sweater with hair to match.

“He’ll love it,” you respond, more for your own enjoyment rather than his because you’re certain that Yoongi’s wardrobe ranges from black to grey.

You silently watch her knit, in awe of how her movements are so methodical and trained that she doesn’t even have to keep an eye on the wool, it’s like she knows. She chuckles at the soap opera playing on the television, her movements not pausing even a bit and you’re reminded of the time she tried teaching you the art of knitting only to have you make one corner of a scarf before it all unraveled. 

“I don’t think I made a good impression,” she says after a while. “I thought since Jiminie loves it so much, he would too…” 

“It’s not your fault, Nana,” you instantly reassure her. “He’s just more in tune to his human side is all.”

“I just don’t want to make a bad impression, it’s not every day you bring home a boyfriend.”

Her words have you stumbling back and almost comically slip down the sofa. “Nana Yoongi isn’t my boyfriend he’s my housemate. I told you this on the phone when I said he was coming with me.”

“Tomato, tomahto,” she hums, going back to her knitting. “I’m serious, Nana, don’t joke about it when he can hear!” you grumble, thoroughly embarrassed.

“Why else would he come here?” she raises an eyebrow at you, thick frames hanging low on her nose.

“I told you… I had to drag him here so he wouldn’t rot away and stink up the house,” you sniff, leaning back onto the old sofa and moving your attention to the television.

“Oh please, even Jiminie told me he was your boyfriend.” she hushes you, “I have to say, I thought you would tell me since we talk every week… but I forgive you because you brought him here.”

“When his Jimin coming home so I can firmly explain to the both of you that I’m not dating Yoongi,” you force a smile, words coming out too sweetly and your grandmother gives you a look that has you grumbling, eyes back to the show playing in front of you.

“He’s with Taehyungie,” she answers you after a while. “I told him to come home by dinner… but we’ll see when the time comes, that boy’s never been punctual.”

“I’m coming home after five months and he’s still ditching me for Taehyung,” you grumble, picking at a loose thread on your sweater. 

“Don’t pull that,” Nana slaps your hand, “And of course he should do that… Taehyungie is his boyfriend after all.”

“When did you get so snarky Nana?” You jab, “Have you been watching soap operas with Taehyung again?”

She lets out a hearty laugh and moves back to her knitting. You smile, happy that even though you’re not here a lot anymore, she’s not alone. She has Jimin and Taehyung, and occasionally Seokjin stops by to have tea and gossip. You’re glad to see traces of all these different people around the house, littered with pictures of Thanksgiving and Easter. You’re especially keen on that one Halloween Nana handmade costumes for Jimin and Taehyung and had them do a photo shoot in her garden.

You’re almost dozing off, surrounded by the comfort of familiarity when Jimin makes his way inside.

“I’m home!” he calls out loudly, his tail swishing behind him.

“___!” He jumps to the sofa where you’re laying, alone now since Nana was busy preparing dinner.

“I missed you!” he nuzzles your cheek, quickly moving to your neck.

“Missed me enough to ditch Taehyung?” you raise a brow, giggling when his breath tickles your skin.

“Why didn’t he come for dinner?” You ask, leaning back to your original position of laying across the whole sofa. Jimin is quick to settle on top of you, something you’ve grown quite used to, you smile when he begins to lightly purr when you card your fingers through his hair. Chuckling quietly when you had done it to Yoongi once when he fell asleep on the couch next to you, only to be hissed at.

Jimin’s ears flutter a little before he’s smiling at you again, “Taehyungie has an early morning… and you know how Nana is, she’ll have him watching her shows with him until morning.”

You laugh in agreement. Nana loved Taehyung so much you’re certain the reason she lets Jimin and Taehyung do whatever is so they’d get married and he’d move into her house.

Jimin’s purring gets louder and breathing a little deeper as he snuggles closer to you, tail wrapping itself around your thigh.

You’re sure he’s fallen asleep, it’s common for Jimin to just curl up and fall asleep just about anywhere. He took his naps very seriously, but ever since he and Taehyung started dating, he would get random bursts of energy, especially after spending time around him so much. So it’s not that surprising to see his ears twitch a little before he’s beaming up at you excitedly again. 

“I hear someone,” he smiles, turning to the staircase where you find a disgruntled Yoongi standing idle.

His hair’s a little unkempt and he’s squinting at the two of you. “You’re loud,” is the only thing he says to Jimin before he’s taking a seat on the adjacent chair, warily eyeing the way Jimin’s tail uncurls from your thigh.

“So this is the Yoongi I’ve heard so much about!” Jimin grins, sitting up. “Wow, ___, he’s cute!”

You notice Yoongi flush before he’s looking away, grumbling to himself.

“He is, isn’t he?” you coo, shooting Yoongi a smile and he’s shooting up, tail swishing nervously behind him before he’s making his way to the kitchen, mumbling about how your grandmother probably needs some help.

 “So…” Jimin looks at you once he’s sure Yoongi’s out of earshot. “It must be serious since you’ve brought him home.”

“He isn’t my boyfriend,” you deadpan, tired of having to hear this again.

“Okay… but you want him to be,” Jimin singsongs, “and he wants to be too.”

“You met him for a total of five minutes… are you using some sort of advanced hybrid senses?”

“No, dumbass, it’s called being intuitive… plus why else would he come here?”

“I dragged him here by his tail,” you repeat, “plus, I don’t really think he’s having a good time.”

“How good of a time can you have at someone’s grandmother’s house… unless you guys are kinky, I can put on headphones if you want me to, or if you’re not, Taehyung has a spare room in his apartment…”

“Not like that!” You shout, pushing Jimin off from you, cheeks flushed completely. “Yoongi’s sleeping in your room,” you explain, desperately trying to change the subject.

“Alright… I guess I can share with you,” Jimin laments, tilting his head - a habit he picked up from Taehyung.

“Your grandmother wanted me to tell you that dinner’s ready,” Yoongi says from the doorway, frowning a little at the way Jimin’s leaning closely into your personal space. You don’t notice though, too distracted by the frilly apron he’s adorning.

“What did I tell you?” You hear your grandma yell from the kitchen. “Call me Nana, boy!”

“Nana says dinner’s ready,” he corrects himself, cheeks matching the colour of his apron.

“Nana’s been planning this one for weeks… since you were bringing a guest,” Jimin explains, hurrying to the table.

“So I’m not the guest?” you laugh, moving past Yoongi who closely follows you.

“No… but you know she’ll take any excuse to cook fancy.”

Nana loved cooking, and she would go all out often, calling Seokjin or Taehyung over for dinner weekly so she could dish about the goings-on in the neighborhood. It was extremely nostalgic to come back to the sight on the table. And you’re terribly reminded of the fact that two minute ramen is not real food and what you’ve been missing out on for so long.

“Maybe I should move back here,” you say, sitting down, eyeing the food.

“What… do you not like my cooking?” Yoongi asks, taking a seat beside you.

“I don’t think making fry-ables is considered cooking, Yoongi,” you scrunch your nose before piling some food onto your plate.

“Don’t be rude to your guest, ___,” Nana says from behind you, taking your plate before you can as much as have a taste before placing it in front of Yoongi. “Here you go, sweetie, I hope you enjoy.”

Yoongi flushes once more, mumbling a meek thank you before he’s taking a tentative bite. His demeanor immediately changes once he’s had a taste of Nana’s cooking, tail swishing happily behind him.

“Here, ___, try this,” Jimin leans over the table to give you a spoon full of rice and gravy and you gladly accept, humming out appreciatively once you’ve swallowed down.

Yoongi’s rather silent for most of the dinner, except when he’s asked a question, and he only gives rather short answers. Nana doesn’t prod too much, shifting the focus on you.

“So, ___,” she begins. “When will I get to see you with a lucky fella… I’m not getting any younger…”

You groan, shoveling some more food into your mouth and notice Yoongi inquisitively looking at you as if he’s waiting for a response.

Dinner after that is least to say, quiet, everyone busy trying to finish their food. It’s when Nana brings out a bottle of wine do you know your night isn’t over yet.

“I bought this for the occasion,” she singsongs, placing four glasses in front of you.

“You’re not a very good influence, Nana,” you tease, already grabbing a hold of the glass she pours for you.

“It’s to digest your dinner,” Jimin helpfully puts in, already downing the wine in his glass in one go.

 When you’ve all moved to the living room, mindlessly watching a movie on TV, Nana is quick to retire, mumbling about how wine makes her sleepy. The wine bottle is almost gone, drunk mostly by Jimin who’s leaning on you from the left. To your right, however, sits a very rigid Yoongi, who’s trying desperately not to fall asleep, even though you catch his head lolling around a little before he’s sitting up straight once more.

It’s when he loses the battle and his head falls to your shoulder does Jimin peer over at you two.

“He’s all bark and no bite,” Jimin puts in, smiling at the way Yoongi’s cheeks squish against your shoulder.

You hum in agreement, “Yoongi’s really sweet, he comes off as very closed off and cold, but I’ve known him for a long time, and I think he’s the one person who’s helped me survive living on my own for this long.”

“How so?” Jimin asks, and you don’t have to mull it over to have an answer.

“When he figured out that Hoseok and I broke up, he was the one to remind me to eat all the time… he would leave snacks outside my door at night so I’d find them on my way to the bathroom. He even watered my plants for me so they wouldn’t die.”

“He’s whipped,” Jimin chuckles.

“He’s just a really good friend, even though Hoseok’s the one who introduced us in the first place, which led me to move in with him… he still looked out for me after,” you continue, feeling his soft snores brushing against your arm.

“I’m glad you have someone like him with you,” Jimin smiles softly, remembering how terrible he felt for not being there with you physically when you broke up with Hoseok.

“Yeah,” you agree, looking towards the blue fluff resting on your right and you don’t realize it until a loud purr leaves his lips that you’ve woven your fingers against his hair. Yoongi grumbles a bit before he’s snuggling even more against your arm. It’s when you scratch against his ears do his eyes open and he’s jumping back.

“Oh,” you say, a little startled, “you’re up.”

“...Yeah,” he mumbles, cheeks pinking up again before he’s clearing his throat.

“Maybe you should go to bed,” you pipe up, “that wine really does have a kick to it.”

“N-no… I’m fine, I’m up,” Yoongi says, even though his eyes begin to droop once more.

“You’re not,” you laugh, getting off the couch with Yoongi’s arm in tow. “Come on, I’ll take you to Jimin’s room.”

You’re moving up the stairs, Yoongi letting you drag him behind you until you reach your bedroom door.

“Yoongi?” you look over when he doesn’t move, eyes glued to your bedroom.

“Sleep with me,” he says quietly.

“What?” You know he doesn’t mean it like that but it’s still a shock to hear those words to come out of Min Yoongi’s lips.

“Sleep next to me,” Yoongi clarifies, “Not with him.”

You give him a knowing smile that has him glaring at you for a second before he’s pouting with his eyes downcast, cheeks flushed pink but you’re not sure if it’s from the wine or because he’s shy.

“Goodnight then,” Jimin grins, weaving his way between the two of you before he’s shut his bedroom door.

“Okay…” you say, making your way into your own bedroom. Yoongi sleepily drags himself towards your bed and is quick to burrow under the covers, you don’t even have the heart to tell him that he’s sleeping on your side of the bed. You gingerly get under the covers and Yoongi shuffles closer to you. It must be the wine, you didn’t think Yoongi had such a low tolerance but Nana always had an eccentric taste in alcohol.

It’s definitely the wine, you think when Yoongi nuzzles against your neck, grumbling a little until he moves back. “That’s better,” he mumbles before he’s settled back down, hand slowly snaking its way to hold your own.

“‘M cold,” he clarifies with one eye open. You know he’s lying when his hand is warmer than your own but you don’t mention it.

Yoongi’s quick to fall asleep after that, managing to slowly move closer to you until his arm is wrapped around your middle and you can hear his soft snores. It’s comfortable. You glance at him, noticing the way the moonlight makes his hair look black, reminding of the time you first met him. He’d never been one to change his hair until you came home with hair dye and bleach for when you and Hoseok were going to do each other’s hair. You’d broken up before you could get around to doing it so Yoongi did it with you instead. Yours had grown out back to your natural colour and you’d cut off the frayed parts, but Yoongi periodically came home with different colours and had you dye it in the sink. It reminded you of how much Yoongi had done for you, for how long he’d been there for you and how much he’d opened up to you. It was a slow process but it was one you were willing to go through.

Yoongi huffs before he’s grumbling in his sleep, moving until he’s comfortable again, his tail loosely winding itself around your leg. You smile at his movements, shifting a little so your fingers ghost the tip of his ears, making them flutter.

You smile, a realization you’d known for a while now, but slowly were beginning to accept. Maybe you did want him to be your boyfriend. And maybe he wanted to be yours too.

[mahou-furbies]

Magical Girl Raising Project Limited - character design ranking

Captain Grace

An alright pirate design with enough little details that keep it from being forgettable (I especially like the anchor buckle on her belt, and the earrings and hooks on her hair). The spikes on the coat are what stands out most to me; makes me think of a Mario enemy or something. However I’m not sure how much of a Magical Girl design it is. Like pirates and frills already go together, so the well tested formula (put a miniskirt and frills on it and it’s a magical girl look!) doesn’t really do much. Maybe it’d be better if she had some cutesy detail in there somewhere? Also is that an tail again or what, or some kind of blunt hook? What is it with these unnecessary tails in Magipro designs. 6/10. 

Funny Trick

I’ve always liked Funny Trick’s look, and it’s probably because of the pleasant colour palette, unique eyes and two-tone hair (I’m easy to please with two-tone hair). The nail polish and colourful glitter on her fur are also good little details. But apart from that I guess this is only barely strange enough to be any kind of “magical” look rather than just an anime stage magician, but at least that’s pretty close to magical girls already. Also is that a frigging tail again?? At least it goes well with the hair I guess... 8/10.

Kuru-Kuru Hime

It’s a cute design, but when I think of a ribbon magical girl I somehow expected more ribbons? Like this feels like an the higher end of an average magical girl amount of ribbons? Or maybe it’s totally over the top and my perspective is just skewed since I love ribbons and want them everywhere. Either way I like her outfit from neck down, but I’m not that into the headgear, the combo of the bonnet thingy and the weird crown just sitting on top if it looks strange to me. Nice hair tho even if it could use more ribbons. 6/10.

Weddin

I absolutely love Weddin’s design. The muted and light colour palette is very appealing to me, and the dark chains break up the mostly monochrome design so it doesn’t look dull and faded and also give the otherwise super frilly appearance quite a lot of edge. There’s repeating elements (braids in her hair and veil, the same kind of flowers everywhere, flower yellow also appearing in her eye makeup) so it doesn’t get too complicated, and all of them go well with the wedding theme too. The flame... is a bit of an odd touch and I’d rather associate it with a birthday party or Christmas than a Wedding but I guess you can have candles at weddings too, and I don’t find it too distracting.

I’m not a huge fan of the lingerie like look though, but at least visible garters go with the wedding theme and she’s so covered in veils and frills that it doesn’t look so bad. Also the back train looks kind of lazy. But overall still one of my favourite Magipro designs. 10/10.

Rain Pow

A tail again! However this time I actually like it, since she has that rainbow hoop behind her it looks good to stick something through it, and at least it somewhat resembles her twintails. 

As for the rest of the design, it has zero frills and ribbons and looks more like some kind of scifi spacesuit than a typical magical girl design, but somehow I still really like it. I think the weird heart hair is just enough to pull it into magical girl territory for me so my impressions are more on the “an unique take on an mg look” rather than “not mg enough” side. Then all the rings keep the look consistent (I absolutely love the rainbow halo) and the suit itself looks alright enough. I also find it interesting how muted the suit colours are for a rainbow magical girl and even the rainbow is pretty pastel, but I figure this is a better choice than all the expected seven colours in all their eye-strainy glory. 9/10.

Postarie

Please put on some pants, that is a shirt and not a dress.

Not too interested in this one, but I find it a commendable effort on making a design on the idea of “postal delivery girl”. Still lots of repeating elements so that’s a plus, especially the back epaulette is such an absurd idea but somehow it works and its wings and the wing hairstyle add the required fantasy touch. Bonus points for the cute birds. 7/10.

Tepsekemei

An inoffensive genie design but I struggle to really have emotions towards it. Butt flower is silly and I have no idea what the things hanging from it are, but at least they’re consistent with her head decoration. Don’t care for the shoulder spikes in an otherwise soft looking design. Huge earrings and multicoloured nails are a nice touch. 6/10.

7753

Also one of my favourite Magipro looks. It feels like the design philosophy here was “gakuran jacket and some frills, and then some hearts. And more hearts! More! Even more!” and I think it’s a great way to go with when designing a magical girl. Using just hearts everywhere makes the outfit cohesive, but since they’re all implemented in different ways it doesn’t get boring. I especially like the little hearts on her hands and under the eye, and the one in her pocket.

Two-tone hair in twintails is also one of the best design elements out there and the hairstyle is quite memorable (and also manages to incorporate the heart motif) and I’m always a fan of caps too. The green eyes and the little bit of green nail polish which you unfortunately can’t see here go well with the otherwise reddish look. Maybe the hair looks a bit too clunky (I only just realised it appears to be tied in a hoop behind her) but I won’t let it bother me. 10/10.

Mana

A solid witch design, I especially love the dimensional cape and hat. I also like the huge collar with the lace detail, but I’m not sure if it works with the hat brim. Not a big fan of the hair, I think it clutters the design. The snake leg accessory feels weird and a bit out of place but I do appreciate the asymmetry and also having something dark to break up the otherwise plain bottom part of the design.. 7/10.

Gekokujou Hana

I tend not to be a huge fan of kimono-based clothes, but this one is an exception I guess. The great colours must play a part in it, and the bottom part is fun. Then the dangly decorations add the correct amount of strangeness so it’s not just a bunny girl in a mini kimono Also, another tail, but this time it’s almost a requirement and I love how ridiculously huge it is (and also repeats elsewhere in her outfit). But really I can’t think of anything to dislike about this, must be the colours and the tail. 10/10.

Archfiend Pam

I believe this is the record on how little clothing you can wear in this franchise... At least she has the personality to pull that off. But that is not a top! At least it’s something new...? The wings fit the description in the story, but I don’t think these blank rectangles look very aesthetically pleasing. I like the tail best, the fur edge makes it a lot more interesting than just the usual demon tail. I don’t know, if the theme is a sexy demon girl this design definitely accomplishes it in a unique way, but also I don’t care for this fanservicey designs. Also not a fan of the hair. 4/10.

Pythie Frederica

Before drawing her for the chibi series I thought she had some kind of a helmet but upon closer inspection of course it’s a veil. But what are the horns? 

Upon closer inspection this one is also very fanservicey, in that her “dress” is actually see-through and the only thing covering the critical areas look like thin belt-thingies. At least she doesn’t look like she’s ten... But a major issue I have is the bottom part of her outfit, like how is it supposed to work? Is it one big piece of cloth, or multiple thin ones? What is the “fire” behind her? Is the dark part her hair, or the clothing, and is it supposed to be black or just shading? I do like the stars; otherwise the design gives a more mature “sexy” air, but the little stars everywhere adds a cute element. The colour palette is pleasing, but as much as I like multicoloured hair it doesn’t grant points this time, because the wiggly stray strands look very out of place here and the colour change makes them even more noticeable. 2/10.

Tot Pop

This one really isn’t my aesthetic, I very much prefer the cutesy style and there isn’t really anything ‘magical girl’ about this design. And it doesn’t really evoke the supposed image of ‘pop star’ to me either, like if you remove the guitar I’d think her theme was a prisoner or halloween. Though I don’t really know what a ‘pop star’ should look like anyway, like can’t they wear anything they want, I know Lady Gaga had a meat dress or something. But as of this design, I don’t think there’s anything specifically wrong with it, the colours are pleasing, the details are consistent and it’s not bland or boring either, but it just doesn’t do much for me because of the theme. I like the blood-stained hair and the spiky hair accessory, the long hanging part makes for a nice silhouette. Meanwhile the skulls on her shoulders feel somewhat tacked on, and in general I don’t care for piercings in anywhere else than ears. 5/10.

Pukin

And it’s a tail again. What is it with the stupid tacked on tails on every other design in this franchise? Sometimes it’s not so badly out of place, like if you have an youthful cutesy design, a fluffy animal tail can still add to the cute effect even if it’s otherwise out of place. But Pukin is supposed to be this dangerous and majestic authority figure and a cutesy tail very much doesn’t fit that image. And while we’re on the topic of animal features, the story describes that she has a feather decoration in her hair, but the way it’s drawn as a tiny feather jutting directly up in the middle of her head gives me more the impression of a character whose theme is a baby bird rather than a fantasy prince.

Now that we’ve dealt with the tail let’s get the biggest issue out of the way: I’m aware that there was a time in history when people used to wear these kind of giant ruffled collars but I really don’t care if there’s some kind of history based reasoning. It looks like your head is on a plate and it’s something I can’t ignore. I don’t feel even clowns can pull that off. There is no way getting around this.

When I first read Limited I thought Pukin’s appearance was an absolute mess and an instant 1/10, but upon closer inspection there is stuff I like about it too. She has a good colour palette, great shoes and gloves, and as a friend of multicoloured hair I welcome the yellow hair tips. The big heavy cape balances the small top and pants, and I really like the fur. Earrings go well with the pants too. The theme is a bit confused, or at least I don’t know of any fairy tales about pumpkin prince, but it’s not like I would complain about pineapple or cauliflower princess so that’s not really a problem. 3/10.

Sonia Bean

And we end Limited with yet another excellent design. I like how this manages to look kind of tattered and messy without actually being gross and dirty with the patchwork dress, dustball-like thingies, newspaper clippings and asymmetry. Even her hair looks disheveled. The headgear gives the design an old-fashioned vibe which suits her well since she’s so old. The light palette, soft design elements and ribbons give the look a cute feel, but at the same time she feels suspiciously pale, and the manic expression screams danger, like you can’t reason with this girl. She’s like a ghost of a Victorian era child who wants to play with you but you know you definitely should not follow her.

The design only works if I don’t think too much about it though, like dust is gross and newspaper paper is crinkly and not soft at all, but since we’re magical girls here I can ignore that and enjoy the image the clothing evokes. 10/10.

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Limited average: 6,9.

[ask-anti-cosmo]

Anti-Cosmo X reader my dear pet part 2

You were sitting in your room, feeling very confused as you were just teleported there by Anti-Cosmo right as he was getting in a fight with a little bald red-eyed Anti-fairy. You sighed and laid down on your bed. Why was Anti-Cosmo being so nice all of a sudden? Honestly it just worried you….

You heard Anti-Cosmo enter and you quickly stood up from fear. He simply walked over to you and wrapped a tap measure around your waist.

“W…what are you trying to do?” You asked worriedly.

“Take your measurements.” He shrugged.

“For my coffin…?”

“No silly, I want to make you a dress.” He chuckled, making you blink at him.

“W-what? Y-you’re being nice?” You asked confusedly as he measured your hips, making you blush a little.

“I’ve decided to go to a party, down on earth its October, and a very rich man and woman are throwing a lovely costume party~”

“You’re taking me to a ball…?” You asked, feeling slightly excited. Other than the walk earlier, he had never taken you anywhere since you got there.

“Why not?” He grinned and gently wrapped the tape measure around your chest, making you blush more.

“Y-you just never take me anywhere…”

“I can have some fun~” He chuckled and got up, taking out his wand. He waved it and your clothes were replaced with a regular boring black dress. “Here we go, let start with the sleeves.” He smiled and made the sleeves long and slim, but had them flow out at the end with dark blue lace here and there.

You smiled at how pretty they were and then the skirt of the dress lowered into a mermaid style, and the fin part spread long on your left and super short on the right, making you blush a little. Blue ribbons laced up like a corset on each of your sides, and blue lace lined the collar.

“There.” Anti-cosmo grinned then frowned. “Hmm, something’s missing…”

“Stockings maybe…?” you said hopefully, feeling bare with your legs being displayed.

“No that’s not it, but I like the suggestion.” He grinned and made some appeared, but had the garter strap on the high side visible.

“T-that’s not what I meant!” You blushed and tried to hide it.

“Ah! I’ve got it!” He grinned and slide your sleeves off your shoulders.

“A-Anti-Cosmo…” You whispered embarrassedly before realizing what he was doing. He was putting your neck scars on display. “I-I don’t want to show these off!”

“But I do! It shows you’re mine!” He grinned. “Be happy! You’re beautiful!”

“That’s the last thing I ever expected to hear from you…” You huffed.

“Any how…” He poofed up a tall mirror for you. “Time for the final touches.”

“Final touches??”

“Cinderella didn’t go to the ball wearing only a dress you know.” He chuckled and waved his wand at your feet, making comfortable black heeled shoes appear. They looked like they were made of obsidian.

“Oh…” you said as you covered your mouth in astonishment.

Your ears got heavy with earrings similar to the one in Anti-Cosmo’s left ear. And a small black gemmed tiara appeared in your hair that was going up into a bun. Light make-up graced your face and you felt entirely new looking at yourself in the mirror.

“There, perfect for my little princess of misfortune~” He grinned

“T…thank you Anti-Cosmo…” You said quietly.

“You’re very welcome my dear~” He grinned and took your hand, kissing it. “Shall we then?” He grinned, swishing his hand to make a cape appear on his shoulders.

���O-okay…” You nodded, and you soon found yourself in front of a great house. People were flowing in and they were all dressed as if they were prepping for the red carpet. A Halloween styled red carpet.

Anti-Cosmo lead you inside to the grand hall, filled with people dancing and tables where food could be served. Halloween decorations covered the walls and stairs everywhere. “Absolutely wonderful~” Anti-Cosmo grinned.

“How did you get invited here…?”

“I know the owner.” He grinned. “Ah, speaking of, there’s my little porcelain doll herself~” He said, pointing to a woman who indeed looked like a doll, with platinum ringlets and a pastel frilly dress with a high collar. “Come, let’s go say hello~”

You agreed curiously and you two walked over to where the lady and her Dracula dressed husband stood. She was smiling at everyone till you two approached. She flinched at the sight and just stared with a look of fear as you two approached.

“Hello again my dear.” He grinned at her, making her flinch. She must have been one of his past victims, which actually gave you hope that he’d someday let you go.

“H-hello again….” She said softly. “How are you doing?”

“I am doing quite well.” He grinned and held you close. “As you can see…”

“I do see…” She nodded and looked at you sympathetically. “I hope you enjoy yourselves.”

“We will!” He grinned and took you into the crowd to dance. You began to feel conscious about your scars and the skin the dress showed off, making you blush as some men would leer at you. Especially when Anti-Cosmo would spin you, and your dress would flare open.

Anti-Cosmo leaned close to your ear. “If any other man dare touch you, tell me and I will bring the wrath of Hell upon him.” He whispered, making you shudder, but also somehow made you feel safer.

“Thank you…” You whispered back. “C-can I go get some food…?”

“Yes of course.” He smiled.

“Anti-Cosmo…why are you being nice to me all of a sudden?” You asked.

“Go and get your snacks love.” He told you, ignoring your question. You sighed and went to the table to get something to eat.

“Hello…” A familiar voice said. You turned to see the Doll Woman Anti-Cosmo talked to earlier.

“Hi…” You said back shyly. “So uh...I assume you know what I’m going through?”

“Well enough…” She nodded. “When I was much younger, my family was a mess and reporters constantly wanted to prove it. But because I fed Anti-Cosmo, he was able to keep their secrets safe…”

“I see…” You nodded. “When did he let you go?”

“Let me go? I sent him away, He appeared in my house one day and promised me wishes for blood. I wanted my family to appear normal and perfect so I accepted. One day I had enough and told him to leave and never return.”

You blinked in astonishment. Will He leave you alone should you ask? You’ve never gotten a wish from him, so does that mean he owes you? He has taken blood from you almost constantly since he took you two and a half years ago.

“So what about you?” She asked.

“Um…he saved me from a sexual assault from a student at school…”

“Oh wow, wonder why, usually unless you as he waits till after the misfortune to approach you.” She chuckled lightly. “I’m sorry…time with him messed me up a little…”

“I can understand why…” You sighed and saw the Anti-Fairy call to you. “Gotta go…”

“Good luck.” She smiled.

“Like there’s a chance of that happening…” You mumbled softly as you went back to your master.

“There you are love~” He grinned and held your hands. His grin wasn’t his usual cocking look that made your stomach turn, it was more loving and happy. It made you smile back at him without realizing it.

You were too distracted by the kind green eyes looking in yours to notice the drunk man behind you that came over and groped your bottom roughly with both hands, making you squeal with surprise and embarrassment.

The next thing you knew, was Anti-Cosmo’s angry eyes burning with hatred at the man who touched you. To your great surprise though, he simply swatted the man’s hand away and pulled you closer to him.

“Keep your filthy hands to yourself sir!” He spat and walked you away.

“Wow…you handled that really well.” You said. “I thought you’d kill him…”

“I basically did.” He shrugged.

“What?” You blinked and looked back at the perv.

“Let’s just say, he going to find a cancerous lump downstairs.” He said subtly. “If he’s lucky, they’ll find it in time and he won’t die…He’ll definitely lose something reguardless.”

“Oooh….” You winced.

“Why don’t we head back home then?” He smiled.

"Right…home…” You mumbled.

“Yes, it’s your home too.” He told you gently.

“It’s my prison…and I think you own me some wishes!” You huffed at him, making him blink in surprise. “From all the blood you’ve taken from me! You did the Doll girl!” He then smiled his nice smile again.

“I supposed you’re right, but there are some wishes I will not grant.”

“Fine…” You grunted.

“So what is it you wish?” He grinned.

“I can guess you don’t want me escaping or anything, so those are probably out of the question…” You sighed. “Alright, I want either these scars from you gone, or covered!” You huffed.

He frowned slightly at that but sighed and waved his wand, wrapping a blue scarf around your neck. “There….”

“Thank you…”

He smiled at your thanks and kissed your cheek. “Let’s go…”

You agreed and followed him to the back where you both disappeared into your room. “I wish my room looked less like a dungeon…” you frowned.

“What would you like it to look like?” Anti-Cosmo asked.

You stared at him a minute. “Like a bedroom.” You said sarcastically.

“Boring, but fine.” He sighed and made it look like the room of a teenage girl. A very girly teenager, but at this point you were happy with anything. Even the pink walls and boy band posters. The vanity was super nice at least.

“Thank you…” You smiled happily. “Anti-Cosmo…Why are you being so nice to me?” You asked again.

“Come now dear, time for bed.” He said, avoiding the question again. He waved his wand and you found yourself in nothing but a night gown and underwear. The night gown was black, short-ish with soft mesh-like fabric over the black silk inside layer and spaghetti straps.

You blushed and tried to cover your legs before taking a breath. “Please stop avoiding the question.” You said bravely.

He paused a second before sighing.” I’m avoiding because I don’t know the answer myself…”

You blinked surprised but smiled at him softly. “Well…either way, thank you. It was a nice evening.”

He smiled back at you and kissed your head before leaving the room.

You sighed happily and flopped on the bed. He’s been so nice to you today! It’s made you feel so happy that he’s even trying! You got under the nice cover’s and felt yourself drift into the best sleep you’ve had in years. You were completely unaware of the red eyes that watched you.

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Halloween tradition

Welcome, hunters! Defenders! Protectors! Human and not! Singled and partnered! Welcome to the Halloween Hunter Horde!" The master of ceremonies, a large, snow skinned person dressed in a ringmaster attire, yelled from their balcony perch to the crowd below, getting cheers and lift of wine glasses in their honor.

As was the tradition of the 'Hunters Horde.'

An annual party for hunters by the 'powers that be,' as the hunters recognized them. Truthfully, they were those who provided hunters help and assistance through various means.

Shops to exchange gems for standard currency, buy gear and accessories, and even buy domestic items. They provided information on hunts, places for hunters to exchange information, and settled disputes, and every year they did this.

Why?

Demon hunting is a lucrative business.

For the 'powers that be.'

Dressed in a purple-and-red, tattered coat with a frilly shirt, pink vest, pair of black pants, leather boots with metal soles and toes, a pair of gloves, a diamond necklace; Steven sighed as he looked at the drink in his hand, a cranberry wine, very sweet and tangy, the velvet red color was pleasing to the eye, but it wasn't his taste. Symbolic of his feelings towards this event.

There are a million things he wished he could be doing right now. All involving his firey mistress right now. Hunting with her, trick-or-treating with her, which was fun last year, dressed as Mirai Kuriyama and him, Akihito Kanbara from beyond the boundary.

"Simply adorable, she was." He mused, thinking of how excited she was to do something so child-like. How her face glowed with pride every time they were stopped for a picture or got a statement on how cute their couple cosplay was. The times when she acted in character, reciting the characters' infamous 'unpleasant' line as she adjusted her red frame glasses. She was entirely in character that year...a little to perfect.

"Still cannot believe she learned a bit of enchanting magic to create a blood blade," He muttered with a loving smile, "though she's also done one who learned demon transformation magic, so in retrospect maybe it's not insane." He shook his head; he was talking to himself, literally as violet was out on the floor, either watching and dancing with Ames or about to cause havoc with Ames. Either would be fine at this moment.

"Where is she?" He wondered as he looked around the room of their peers, hoping to see if his lady was still present, as she arrived before him from her day job or if she completely bailed and went home, leaving him alone in this...Networking event.

"No...she's still here. Just hard to tell with these senses diluting glyphs in place." Steven whispered, but he still felt her presence in the manor, scattered but there. 'Concerning in a way. Though, doubt anyone here would do anything that might put them in opposition with the 'powers that be.'' Steven thought to himself.

Still, he was expecting more... chaotic entertainment with a name like a hunter's hoard, so far everyone was tamed-chatting, dancing...info gathering.

"Well, if it isn't the flames witch's devil." A female voice said from the left of him.

He turned his head to see a demon hunter that they've come across a few times. Snow blonde hair, dark skin, voluptuous form dressed as a sexy witch, a small split skirt, tight corset top, purple silk cape, and black witches hat.

"Sarah did your 'nun' drag you here as well," Steven smirked as the witch nodded with a sigh.

"Yup, my sweet demoness thought it would be fun, plus networking is my forte, supposedly." She rolled her eyes while crossing her arms.

"Aren't you the top manager in an electronic insurance firm?"

"Aren't you a bisexual in a seemingly heterosexual relationship."

"Well, damn, who shit in your wine." Steven yielded with his hands up.

"No, I'm sorry." She sighed, "Just being here and not being able to feel Alicia's presence....Being so close to... ' Them.'

Steven nodded. He got it; the 'powers that be' are strangely intimidating, especially since no one knows precisely who they are...That, coupled with the sense dampening spell, would put any right partner on edge.

"Did you come with Alicia?"

"Strange question." Sarah arched her eyebrow, " but yeah...Of course."

"Hmmph. Well, at least you saw your partner."

Sarah's eyes widened at that before she smirked. "You didn't see trailblazer , huh..or what she was wearing."

"You have?" Steven took a sip of wine.

"Oh yeah." She tittered, "Actually, her and Alicia were sticking close to each other, talking with some other hunters."

Steven released a breath he didn't know he was holding. He was more relaxed now that he knew she was at least with a trusted ally. A demoness, yes, but Alicia's a fan of his firey lady and has been one since the azurite case; Where she saved the duo and a few others from a very oppressive spell. She's even the one that dubbed her 'trailblazer' for her aptitude with fire magic and her fierce attitude.

"So... How does my lady look?" His curiosity and enthusiasm in his voice.

"I can not say when you sound so ecstatic. It's like spoiling the climax of a movie."

"Fine, fine. I'll let myself be surprised. Can you at least tell me where you last saw her?"

Sarah was about to point left when it all happened. A body sailed across the sky, above the crowd, landing right between the two hunters.

Looking down, they saw the body was that a man with tan skin, a deep brown comb-over, and a broken, singed nose and cheek, dressed as speed racer; he groaned before losing consciousness.

"Where is that grabby little snake!"

A voice yelled within the crowd, a familiar voice.

A fiery voice.

Steven smiled as he watched the crowd all but part to give room to his blazing contractee as she marched her way through towards her victim and assailant, and his jaw dropped when he saw her.

She was dressed in a steampunk styled costume her consists of a purple and red-trimmed leotard with matching hot pants, a deep blue pleated skirt, black thigh-high socks, white boots, a pair of red mid-finger gloves, a headband, a pink diamond barrette, and ribbon around a lock of her hair. The costume, while not revealing, showed all her curves and brought both her charm and charisma to the surface.

"My Connie." He expressed in a daze getting her attention.

"Steven?" Her eyes expanded as she saw her partner, instantly forgetting the handsy little perv, in favor of her beloved demon embrace. Laughing as his hands found themselves at the curve of her back and her palms found his shoulder blades as she kisses his gem under his shirt. Getting a small shiver of appreciation.

She climbed out his arms, reluctantly to take a look at her partner in his outfit." So it's a costume party, and you came as a demon?" She teased, "a little on the nose there, don't you think."

"Ah, but you see, I'm now a love demon, all for you," he whispered, pulling her back into his hold.

"You gotta show me your credentials, later then."

She giggled, feeling his gentle lips on her shoulder. "So, you didn't say anything about my alchemist costume." She mumbled into his ear.

"Do I have to say how bewitching and tempting you are?" He teasingly admitted as he kissed her blushing cheeks.

"You just did, silly " She sighed, holding him close. She turned to Sarah and pointed toward the crowd, "Alicia's near the punch."

Sarah gave the two a grin before disappearing into the sea of people, leaving the two of them alone.

"So, having fun?" Steven asked, against her collar.

"Yea, it's been a blast." She started sarcastically, "talking shop, exchanging war stories and info about demons sighting called 'slashers'..." She sighed, "all while having people gawk at me with lewd eyes." She huffed.

"Well, you can't blame them. You make such an alluring alchemist." He moved his lips to her ear, "you'd have willing volunteers to experiment all across the land." His teasing cold breath tickled her ear, causing her to giggle.

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"Oh! no doubt," she carried on their play, nuzzling close. "Unfortunately, I have such a terrifying territorial terror as my partner. You'd chase them all away." She clicked her tongue in faux reprimand, kissing his temple. "Scientific succession stopped by my stingy Steven."

"I was yours first. Science can suck it."

"You're mine now."

"I'll be yours forever."

The earnest way he said it made her heart thumped and urged her to give him a tender kiss, humming throughout.

"Can we go somewhere more...Secluded, like.." She nodded her head towards the western wall, where there was a large enough balcony behind two glass doors, and no one was on it. Connie only giggled as Steven scooped her up and moved like a wisp of smoke towards their destination; unseen, and unnoticed by all.

They reappeared on the terrace almost immediately, Steven walking out of the smoke with Connie, still mid-laugh. He sat her down on her feet before watching her walk to the edge and sitting on top of it, facing him. "You'd catch me if I fall, right?"

"Of course, my lady. I am your partner." He smirked devilishly as he glided up to her, resting his hands beside her hips and his torso between her knees. Looking up at her somewhat mischievous face shining in the moonlight. "Are you planning a daring escape?" He teased.

"Actually, I might have...Sort of...Put one into action, already?" She confessed sheepishly.

"Huh?" Steven looked dumbfounded at his love. " What do you mean?"

"You'll find out."

"Does...does it have anything to do with that fool you laid out." He asked.

"Oh, gosh, no!" She exclaimed. "I put this into action, way before he grabbed my and Alicia's butt." She clarified, almost nonchalantly. She pulled him into a hold, feeling the rage from her best friend and partner, "No, we already handled it." She confirmed.

"But he..." Steven began only to be silenced by a small glare.

"It was nothing, my dapper demon. I promise. He touched and was punished for it..." she grimaced" Licia, just about ended his bloodline, if you catch my drift." She said, flexing her fingers as if she was holding something.

"Ooh." Steven breathed out, shaking his head." Still, wished that didn't occur."

"Yeah, cause only you can be perverse with me." She teased.

"Now, is it really perverse when it's with your lover, I prefer, intimate." He spoke in that devilishly dapper tongue that used to (and still at times) make her a blushing mess.

Connie, red face and eyes glowing by another emotional heat, chuckled. "Intimate, huh?" She pulled him closer.

"Yup." he rested his head on hers. "My actions are based on my love for you, my flame ."

"I never doubted that, my gem .." She chuckled. "Speaking of intimate...How long are you gonna keep your lady waiting?"

Steven didn't need anymore coaxing as they shared a deep kiss. Her hand holding his cheek, as he held her seat, her hot tongue twist, caress, and danced with his cooler one, creating a moment of warming love between the two. However, anyone else would see a small purple heart of flame around them.

Then a crash resounded from the inside along with the yells and laughter of Violet and Ames, causing general chaos.

"That's -chu- your -chu- plan?" He smirked through their kiss.

"Um -chu- hm !" She nodded, "let's go get us some candy -chu- get us a demon -chu- get a little hurt, -chu- and then spend the night dressing each other wounds, love demon. "

"Now, That's a plan fit for an alchemist." Steven said, deepening the kiss. " -CHU!- I missed you."

"I missed you too...Nothing like being able to sense you." She sighed as the kiss gain more depth.

-CRASH!-

" Let's not waste their hard work."

Steven smirked as he lifted his lady from the railing holding her in his arms, resuming their kiss as they sank into the sweet shadows that filled their flaming heart.

Off to spend their Halloween, their way.

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For @meku95 Halloween contest

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A New Darkasher on Carnival Row: Vignette x Tourmaline - Part 1

Author’s note: There will be more chapter(s) and this story is about to get spooky for Halloween.

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Vignette walked up to the Tetterby Hotel in her servant’s clothes. And looking down from her balcony, Tourmaline recognized her closest friend and former lover. “Vinnie!,” she fluttered excitedly.

The Tetterby was a well known house of ill repute in the Burgue. In spite of the madam’s objection, Tourmaline took Vignette up to her room. They grabbed each other tight. “You’re alive…and indentured, I see,” Tourmaline made reference to Vignette’s ridiculous black and gold domestic servant’s costume and corseted wings. “Don’t be ashamed. Look at what’s become of me.“ She motioned to her blue hair. Unnatural hair color was the hallmark of fae prostitutes. They died it so they could resemble the tiny mythical creatures from human fairy tales. “It doesn’t matter if you’re scrubbing their toilets or tugging their cocks. It’s all the same. The Burgue is a trap and not one of us is free, but at least we are alive.”

Vignette looked down at the ground remembering the refugees, women and children for whom she’d sworn to provide safe passage, killed by The Pact during her escape.

“Shit, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to put it that way. I heard about the ship. I’m so sorry, love. You did all you could for them, Vinnie…Damnit, for a poet I’m really having trouble expressing myself properly right now,” Tourmaline chastised herself.

“It’s fine…really. I know what you were trying to say,” Vignette tried to smile.

"What about your Burgueish soldier?,” Tourmaline asked, eager to change the subject.

"Philo? He lied to me…betrayed me. I went to see him…Stopped just short of slitting his throat. I’m here for you…It’s always been you.” She ran her fingers over one of Tourmaline’s braids, an intimate gesture between fae folk. Then she kissed her gently on the lips and clasped both her hands. “What about you?,” Vignette asked, looking deep into Tourmaline’s eyes that shimmered with unshed tears. “You were the one who decided we should just be friends…,” she continued.

"I was scared. I thought I knew love, the very subject of my poetry. But when I fell in love with you, suddenly I felt like…the biggest fraud…I lost the words.”

Vignette furrowed her brow. “Writer’s block?…You ended it because you had writer’s block?”

"No, not exactly.” Tourmaline put her hand softly on Vignette’s cheek. “Falling in love with you changed me…made me question everything. It was too much for me then.”

"And now?,” Vignette leaned closer, their lips were nearly touching.

Then a high pitched sound started emanating from the corner of the room as a little gray kitten emerged from a pile of linens. Tourmaline scooped it up and stroked it lovingly between the ears. “What is that?,” Vignette looked shocked. Felines were rare in Tirnanoc.

"Found him in an alley and took pity on the scrappy little thing…His name is Orageux,” she said placing him into Vignette’s hands. While she became acquainted with the curious little creature, she suddenly remembered the errand she’d been tasked with. She had already taken much longer than expected and her mistress, Imogen Spurnrose was likely contacting the authorities.

"Shit! I have to get back,” she sighed, returning the kitten to his Mum. Then she turned to go.

"Wait!” Tourmaline grabbed her by the frilly nonsense on her collar and kissed her madly with all the passion of a long lost lover. Vignette responded, deepening the kiss and pressing her body against Tourmaline’s. She relished the flavor of her lips and the scent of her perfume before she left. “I’ll see you tonight.”

Part 2

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First Walker Family Halloween

Pairing: Drake x MC (Emma Warner-Walker)

Book: The Royal Romance (Future)

Word Count: ~1,100

Rating:  PG-13

Author’s Note: A little Halloween fluff for you today!  Because 1) I miss Drake and Emma, and 2) I don’t normally like Halloween but babies and Drake always make me smile. Happy Halloween 2018!

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“Oh my goodness Emma, she is the cutest little princess baby I have ever seen in my entire life!!!” Hana squealed as she scooped up her eight-month-old goddaughter from her mother’s arms and bounced her on her hip.  She smoothed out the frilly purple gown over the Harper’s chubby little legs as her mother watched proudly.

“She’s not just any princess, Auntie Hana …” Emma cooed as she adjusted the angelic white wings of the baby’s costume, “she’s a fairy princess.  The loveliest fairy princess in all the land!”  She stroked the soft baby curls from Harper’s big blue eyes, eyes that mirrored her own, as her daughter shot her signature smirk at her mother.  That familiar smirk, slightly upturned at the corners and mischievous like she knew exactly what you were thinking, just like her father’s.  Speaking of which-

“Really, Walker?”  Drake trudged into the foyer to meet the ladies, donned head to toe in his regal attire.  He pulled at the collar of his royal blue embroidered waistcoat uncomfortably, then swung his arms back and forth trying to loosen the sleeves.  “This thing doesn’t fit as well as it used to … and I distinctly remember getting stabbed the last time I wore this.”

Emma gave her husband an approving look before placing a chaste kiss on his cheek.  “Come on, Drake … I also remember this getup being good luck for you that night. ��Not only did you win the duel, it also brought you good luck later.”  She gave her husband a suggestive wink as his cheeks flushed at the distant memory.  She took the quick moment as he looked away to admire the man standing before her, Drake’s broad shoulders and chest filling out the snug-fitting jacket just right.  The way the white pants accented his round derrière and muscular thighs sent her mind into a momentary flurry of inappropriate thoughts … Ahem, she chided herself.  Not until after the baby is asleep.  “Besides, don’t do it for me … your daughter requested a handsome Prince Charming to escort her to her first Halloween party.”  

Drake’s face lit up as he noticed the smiling frilly purple fairy princess bouncing in Hana’s arms.  “Baby Girl!”  He reached his hands out towards her, catching his daughter with an ‘oof!’ as she leapt giddily into his arms.  “You are the most beautiful little princess Daddy has ever seen in his whole life!”  He examined her tulle-covered body and delicate wings delicately, his mouth spread in a wide smile before he pursed his lips to press them against her forehead.  His eyes lingered on her fondly when he spoke again.  “I may not have been the prince your mommy set out to find in Cordonia five years ago, but I hope I can be the best Prince Charming you could dream of.”  

Emma gave his shoulder a knowing squeeze and caught his eye reassuringly.  “You’ve been even better than I could have hoped for, Drake.  And don’t you ever forget that.”  She placed her smiling lips against his for a slow kiss, pulling away only to beam at the two loves of her life fondly.

Drake gave her a goofy grin as he swayed back and forth rocking Harper on his hip, finally taking a moment to study his wife.  “Wow … you look amazing, Em.”  His eyes widened as they trailed down the length of her velvet crimson gown to the floor and then back up again to settle on her curves accentuating the bodice.  “I think I like this dress even more this time …” his voice was low and hungry, his eyes flashing a glimpse of his desire.

Emma laughed as she looked down and slid her hands across the soft fabric of the garnet gown, which she hadn’t worn since her first ball in Valtoria as Duchess years ago.  “Yeah, well, I’m just impressed I could still fit this mom bod in it without it ripping.”  She twirled around once for her family, glancing up at them expectantly for their reaction.  “I never wanted to play queen, but I think this will do for one night, right?”  

“I think we make the perfect royal fairy family, Em … just for tonight.”  Drake reached his hand out to grab hers and pull her alongside him and Harper, wrapping his arms tightly around the two beautiful ladies in his world.

“Eee!  Picture time!” Hana squealed when she saw the sweet family moment unfold before her eyes.  “Get in tight and smile!” she ordered as she aimed the camera on her phone at them with a huge grin.  “One, two, threeeee … got it!”

Emma shuffled over to her best friend’s side and reviewed the resulting picture.  “Oh it’s perfect Hana!  Harper is even smiling!”  She gave her friend a warm side-hug. “Thank you!”

Hana nodded her acknowledgement before tucking her phone back in her clutch.  “Well, are you ready to party, guys?!?”  She grinned excitedly and glanced over to the open doors of the vibrating ballroom, draped in fake cobwebs and twinkle lights, upbeat pop music echoing down the foyer.

“Ready!” Emma exclaimed, reaching for Drake’s hand again to walk into the party with her family.  She gave his had a gentle squeeze, eliciting that signature smirk from him.  

As they started to walk towards the festivities, Emma felt a tug from Drake pull her back.  She glanced over her shoulder at him, cocking her brow curiously. “Yes, Prince Charming?”

He pulled her closer, craning his neck to bring his mouth near her ear and whispering in a husky voice.  “Just one request tonight, your majesty …” Emma’s breath caught in her throat at his commanding tone, waiting for his ask. “You don’t take this dress off until I tell you.”  He leaned his head back, observing her with dark eyes that could only mean one thing.

Emma emitted a low amused chuckle, relishing his heated stare.  “Only if you promise to do the same, your highness.”  Her eyes twinkled playfully under the lights as she slipped her hand from his and reached around to- smack!- give his ass a coquettish pat.  

She giggled as she slipped her hand back in his and stepped up to place a small kiss to his cheek, before leaning across him to place another on Harper’s chubby one.  The baby girl gave a knowing gurgle, as if she understood the flirtatious events that had just transpired before her.  Emma stood up tall and readied herself for their entrance, gripping Drake’s hand tightly.  “Alright ... let’s hit it, Walkers!”  

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Hiya! Do you think maybe you can eventually do a prompt were it’s Sam’s first Halloween? And like they dress him up in the cutest little outfit (I just love dressed up babies) and he’s like matching with Lily and Grace and I don’t know I would love to see it 🍿🔮👩🏼‍🎤👶🏼

Happy Halloween

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“Lily, come on!” Grace pounded on her sister’s door.

“No. I look stupid. I’m not doing this.” Lily grumbled back. She stared at herreflection.

She had never been big on Halloween. She’d outgrowntrick-or-treating a few years ago. Grace still loved to go. And her family wasreally big into dressing up together. Last year they’d gone as characters from Inside Out. The year before had been Game of Thrones. Her direwolf costumehad been hot as hell. And here she was again, stuck in the fluffiest hottestcostume of the bunch. It was because she was too nice. And she let everyoneelse pick first.

“Peeease?” She heard a tiny high pitched voice thatshe’d never been able to turn down.

It was one of the few words Sam knew. Along with ‘boob’, ‘Mama’,‘no’, ‘go bye bye’, and ‘cool, dude’. The last one had been courtesy of Grace.She’d tried to get him to say ‘bitchin’ but her mothers did not approve.

Lily sighed and walked over to the door, unlocking it andcoming face to face with Grace and her baby brother. Grace’s face was paintedsilver and Sam was in his little puppy costume. He clapped his hands togetherin excitement when he saw her and reached out for her, leaning out of Grace’sarms.

“No fair using the kid against me.” Lily scowled at hersister, who looked equally ridiculous in the bulky Tin Man costume she waswearing.

Sam looked adorable as Toto though. He reached up andtouched the Cowardly Lion make-up on Lily’s face, smudging it a little.

“It is his firstHalloween. Don’t you want it to be memorable?” Grace asked.

“He’s a baby. He sucks on his toes and licks people’s noses.He’s not going to remember this.”

“He will with proof.” Grace opened up a tiny compartment inher oversized robot looking costume and whipped out her phone, quickly snappinga picture of Lily and Sam.

“I hate you.” Lily frowned.

“You look so adorable.” She jokingly reached out andscratched the curly braided mane on top of Lily’s head, jostling the red bow onthe top.

Sam squealed and then giggled. He laid his head against Lily’sfuzzy costume and stroked the material with his tiny little hands. He tugged atthe bearded mane underneath her chin.

“Girls? Are you ready yet?” They heard Alison call out fromdownstairs.

It was already dusk and they wanted to get out and aroundthe neighborhood before it got dark. They knew they needed to start earlybecause Sam had refused to take his nap earlier, so they knew he would tire outquickly.

“Coming!” Grace called enthusiastically. She bounded downthe hallway.

Lily looked down at her brother. His black Toto costumecovered his entire body. She pulled the hood up over his head, fiddling untilshe got it so the ears were straight on the top of his head.

“I’m only doing this because I love you, Sammy,” Lily said.She shifted him on her hip and leaned towards his face. “Can I have a kiss forcourage?” she puckered her lips out.

Sam knew what that meant. He pushed his lips out and gaveher a sticky baby kiss on her jaw. At the very end of it, he opened his mouth and histongue fell out like a dog’s tongue and he smiled, drooling all over her chin. Lilychuckled and wiped the drool away and then went to meet her family in theliving room.

“There’s my little Toto.” Emily smiled when she saw Lilywalking in with Sam.

Emily’s long hair was split evenly into two ponytails tiedoff with two little blue bows, matching the checkered blue dress she waswearing. The outfit was tied together with sparkly red shoes and a wickerbasket.

Initially, Emily had suggested Alison be Dorothy, but Alisonthought it would be easier for Emily to just throw her hair in pigtails. Sheplanned to go with the blondeness of her hair to be the most fabulous Scarecrowanyone had ever seen.

“Do we really have to do this?” Lily mumbled as she handed asquirming Sam over to Emily. “This costume is really hot and itchy.”

“Hey, we all have to suffer a little. You think I want towalk around all night wearing these clunky heels? At least it’s cool outside soyou’ll cool down. My feet have to suffer the whole time. Your sister and yourmother really want this, Lily. So let’s just keep the complaining to a minimum,okay?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“You look so cute.” Emily ruffled the top of the mane on herhead.

“Now you’re just punishing me.” Lily laughed.

Grace and Alison walked into the room. Grace had put thepointy Tin Man hat on her head and she had an oil can in her hand to complete herensemble.

Alison had a pointed dark green hat on her head, her blonde hairflowing out in several directions. She’d done her best to make it look somewhatlike straw.

She was wearing a long-sleeved green top that had yellowtrimming around the collar. She had on a burlap colored brown skirt tied offwith a roped belt. Her legs were covered with pale yellow ripped pantyhoserunning down into a pair of long tan boots that had light yellow tassels onthem.

Emily smiled at her. Her wife was the sexiest Scarecrow thatshe’d ever seen. She couldn’t wait until after the kids went to bed. Suddenly,she wasn’t thinking about how much her feet were going to be hurting anymore.

“Are we ready to go?” Alison questioned.

“Oh, we forgot one thing.” Grace scurried off into thekitchen.

A few seconds later she came back in with their dog Busteron his leash. He had on a light blue vest with spiky flames and gray wingssticking out the back. The wings matched his bluish-gray medium-length fur. Therewas a light blue hat with flames that matched the vest tied around his head,which was probably going to be pawed off the second they walked out the door.

“I still think Grace should have been the evil monkey.” Lilysuggested.

“Just you wait until next year when we do The Three Little Pigs.” Grace grinned.

“I will huff and I will puff and I will throw a shoe at yourface.”

“Girls.” Emily tried to mediate. “The night is young. Pleasesave your squabbling for when your brother is screaming his head off and thedog has plopped down in the middle of the sidewalk and refuses to move until wetake the hat off of his head and the neighbors are all staring at us andjudging us. You know, normal family stuff.”

Alison walked over to Emily.

“You look hot,” she said teasingly.

“You too, babe.” Emily replied.

“Ew, gross. Don’t traumatize Sam with your mushy stuff.” Graceshook her head with a frown.

The girls were at an age where love and affection was “icky”,which was fine by their moms because it meant they weren’t dating yet, whichmeant they weren’t swapping spit with anyone yet.

“Are you ready for your first time trick-or-treating, babyboy?” Alison reached out and pinched Sam’s cheeks, careful not to smudge thelittle black blob that had been drawn on his nose as the end of his doggy snout.

His mouth fell open into a stupid grin and he bounced inEmily’s arms.

“Mama mama!” He exclaimed in excitement. “Go bye bye?” Heasked.

“Alright Dorothy, lead the way.” Alison smiled at Emily.

They took the kids around the block. Then they ventured alittle out of the neighborhood. Sam was good for the most part. He got a littlefussy when he saw something that scared him, but his sisters were always rightthere to assure him he was okay.

They ran into Caleb and Hanna on their way back to theirneighborhood. The Rivers family had chosen a musical movie theme, too. Theywere Sandy and Danny from Grease. Theirdaughter Cami had wanted to be Frenchie because she wanted to wear the frillypink cotton candy wig, so Caleb and Hanna had gone along with it.

“You are the cutest little Toto I’ve ever seen.” Hannagushed, playing with Sam’s hands. He giggled.

A few seconds later she was the one carrying him. It wascomical to see the clashing of the two movies. Sandy from Grease carrying around little Toto from The Wizard of Oz.

They walked with them for a little bit, the girls runningahead while the adults caught up. After a while, Caleb and Hanna had to run.Cami had a Halloween party she was going to.

Shortly after their friends left, the DiLaurentis-Fieldsfamily were about ready to call it quits. Sam was starting to get increasinglywhiny. And the dog was stopping every two seconds to scratch at the costume onhis back.

“Girls, are you about finished?” Emily asked.

“I was finished the second I put on this costume.” Lilyadmitted.

“Don’t be surly.” Alison scolded her. “Here, take yourbrother.” She handed Sam over to Lily. “Why don’t you go ahead and go home?Grace, you too.”

“Huh?” Grace turned around to face them. She’d been toopreoccupied shoving chocolate in her mouth to hear her mother.

“Come on, Willy Wonka, we’re going home.” Lily laughed.

They started walking ahead.

“You know, Willy Wonka wasn’t the one who ate the chocolate.He just made it.” Grace corrected her sister.

There was a pause, then a “shut up, Grace” before theyturned the corner.

“Man, the attitude on that child.” Alison shook her head indisbelief.

“Where do you think she got it from?” Emily teased her,wrapping her arm around Alison and pulling her close.

Alison turned into her wife’s body so they were facing.

“You ready to call it a night?” Alison questioned, her handrunning down from the small of Emily’s back to her toned ass.

Emily leaned forward and kissed her.

“There’s no place like home.” Emily grinned against herlips.

When they got home they found Lily sitting on the couch withSam. He had conked out on the walk back to the house. He was sleeping soundlyagainst his sister’s shoulder. Grace was sitting next to her singing “Over theRainbow” softly to him.

“Home sweet home.” Alison smiled, looking attheir children.

They stood there watching their little girls with their son. They turned to one another and smiled. The dreams that they had dared to dream really had come true.

[shadowdianne]

Halloween Special (Prompt 8)

Halloween prompt: Ruby and Dorthy throw an "ironic halloween party" where everyone in Storybrook comes as their fairytale selves but--- can only wear the "sexy" costumes available in this world. (((inspired by me seeing the skimpiest snow white costume ever and loosing my shit))))

Ok, so this one was asked by @littlesparkleshark Sorry for my general silence throughout last week. I don’t know if the news reached you all but I’ve been quite sick. Pneumonia, high fever, low blood pressure, inhability to eat… And today I was told that the pneumonia apparently brought with it some other problems I wasn’t told last week Xd So I’ve been recovering but it’s been a slow process. Sorry again for the silence but I truly hope you like this take on your prompt. The previous to the last one I’m afraid as this year wasn’t really prolific on the Halloween-themed prompts department xd

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“It itches.”

The words, spoken in a jagged tone, almost a whine, made Regina laugh as she watched Emma glance at herself on the mirror in front of them, pout curving her lips as she tugged at the hem of the different layers of fake-leather the older woman had conjured for her.

“It doesn’t, and we both know it.” The Queen ended up murmuring, fixing the collar of the snug jacket the blonde wore, taking into the painted jeans she had also conjured, smartly hexing the paint to the texture could almost fool anyone who wouldn’t look too closely to Emma’s legs. “I put a small hex, so you should be able to regulate the temperature as you see fit. How do you feel?”

The blonde sighed but kept glancing at the mirror in front of her; from the boots -higher than usual- to the paint that worked out as her usual jeans -panties doing a fine work below the paint- to the way too open jacket.

“I’m not looking forward to see my mother tonight.” She replied in a murmur, turning and glancing at Regina as the brunette smirked and rolled her eyes good-naturedly.

“I think I heard her say something close to that herself this morning.” The Queen replied before flickering her magic above Emma’s head, purple sparks momentarily illuminating the younger woman’s eyes from above before they disappeared. “Hex done, you look amazing, dear.”

Despite the nervousness, Emma could feel herself blush at Regina’s words and, beyond the way her eyes kept on swiftly trying to avoid the spots where her flesh felt too exposed, she let her fingers stop from pinching the little bit of clothing she actually wore, stilling her hands and pressing them against her upper thighs.

“You think so?” She heard the fear there, not so subtly hidden on the way she rose her chin, defiantly, as Regina focused on her own make up, dress a mystery hidden beneath a cloth a few meters away from them, on top of their bed.

And she hated herself from it, from the doubts she had learnt to interiorize, lessons that had stripped her bare, turning her into someone that still managed to peek through the newly re-learnt ways of not falling into those same pits.

Regina glanced at her in answer to the question, brown eyes searching hers thanks to the mirror, the easy smile she had sported swiftly changing to something more somber, more serious.

“I do.” She replied easily, the words rolling out of her mouth just in time for the hour to change, the beginning of the night signaled by one single wave of magic rolling over them both. “Close your eyes, dear.”

The words were said with a smirk, small enough for Emma to simply see the small tug at the edges of Regina’s lips but it was powerful enough for her to lick her lips and do as told, feeling the gentle caress of Regina’s power reaching for her for a second, bells tolling signaling the beginning of Ruby’s party outside.

“I thought she hadn’t managed to convince the fairies to do that trick.” Emma murmured as she heard the swoosh of the fabric around her, magic prickling her face as it happened. She heard the faint murmur of Regina’s voice, not quite answering her.

“Dorothy spoke to Blue.” She heard, just as she began to fight the need to open her eyes just enough for her to get a peek. “I had quite the busy morning yesterday on the meeting because of it.”

“I’m just happy I managed to not go to that one.”

The answering hum made Emma smile loosely, thinking at Regina’s grown every time a meeting was scheduled; the various nobles trying to always get their way

“I’m still angry you didn’t bring my morning coffee because of that.”

Regina’s voice sounded closer, much much closer and Emma rose both brows as she felt Regina’s hands on her neck, a swift caress that made her open her eyes a second before Regina’s own petition reached her. Any kind of response to Regina’s words was, however, forgotten the second Emma got to see the costume the brunette wore.

From the purple and black bodice that hugged her torso, to the gold trim that hugged her waist, the resulting bow looking a tug away from falling open; the older woman looked positively breathtaking and Emma could hear herself gulping as she took on the tight skirt the other woman, the slit rising up to mid-thigh on one side; enough for Emma to feel the palms of her hands itching, skin far too warm.

“What do you think?”

The question was said with a smirk, ruby-red lips and mauve make-up completing the ensemble alongside with the frilly details that fell from the woman’s shoulders to her wrists in a gossamer-like cloth that couldn’t be any warmer than Emma’s pantless situation.

And yet, the woman looked about to eat her up. Which was only fitting, Emma reasoned, as she felt her head nod dumbly at the question itself.

“Amazing.” She managed to whisper. “You look… gorgeous.”

Regina laughed at that, pulling her closer until she could peck her lips, the faint taste of her magic making Emma’s own hum, just below her lips, coiling and buzzing.

“You look far more gorgeous than I do, dear. Now, can you zip me up? There are things I prefer not to leave to magic.” The last bit was said with a lopsided smile and just a hint of purple shinning behind heavy eyelids, a lazy turn being followed after that, exposing soft skin just beneath the skimpy clothes.

And well, as much as Regina said she was reformed there were times, minute times like this one, in where Emma was sure the woman was positively evil.

(They didn’t arrive on time)

PS: Emma’s costume is just something I imagined. The idea behind Regina’s costume can be found here.

[izuru-ru]

She bat her eyelashes as she rocked heel-to-toe before Izuru. "Do you like it? I-I thought it would be a fun way to celebrate Halloween...." The lace-lined collar of her maid costume plunged below her scar and its frilly skirt refused to cover her crotch however she wore it. It was one of those lingerie pieces she had flipped past time and time again, but she had a partner to enjoy such filthy, lecherous things with and made things different. ((rcttedpeach))

@rcttedpeach

Suddenly his own measly set of cat-ears seemed to pale in comparison. She looked so sweet, somehow, despite the obvious seduction. Despite all the skin, all the lace…

“I…” That ought to be enough to get the message across. He blinked, gulped, taking her in. Hands settling on her pinched waist. His lip bitten hard, nearly drawing blood. “Tr…ick or treat?” He laughed, boyish and nervous, at a loss for anything of substance. 

[kittycatplisetsky-blog]

Halloween costume ideas for kids in 2017

October 31 appears to creep up on us. Still set on managing Junior to that one-of-a-kind disguise ? Frightened by the thought of creating your own costume? Don`t be. Get to the spirit with strategies that can pulled-together with coffee filets, cupcake liners, and household items. We know it`s tempting to just give up and check out the Halloween store for a few packaged kid costumes, but imagine about how unique your child`s outfit will be should you use one of those ideas as inspiration. These Halloween costumes for children vary from easy to more complex, in order to pick your favorite based on your own skill level. Each of these might be completed during some free time over the weekend, so you won`t need to plan too far in advance. In case your kid is begging for a store-bought costume, you can find plenty of options to make them reconsider, including mermaid, a race car driver, aviator, and two sorts of peacock options. You can even sweeten the deal therefore they've a part in making the disguise when you purchase the materials. When Halloween comes around, they`ll be content to have a totally distinctive costume.

Ice Cream Sundae

For the kid who has a major sweet-tooth (and whose kid doesn`t have one), this costume demands the works: vanilla ice-cream, strawberry syrup, chocolate fudge, and also a cherry on the top. You`ll require a brown capelet, pink tan best, felt, and fish-net cloth to produce the outfit. Plus, don`t your investment cherry—that one is made from a headband, felt, quilt batting, and also a Styrofoam ball. Dress her up in some leggings underneath so she doesn`t get also chilly Halloween evening.

Fisherman Costume

This seafarer is sure to reel in compliments (and candy!) with this reduced-maintenance disguise. There`s no catch to how effortless this costume is to make—but there are a couple household things needed. The only thing you`ll require to make is the fishing pole—for the rain-coat and pants, just a DD a strip of silver tape to the arms, legs, and torso portion of the jacket. For the fishing pole, you`ll need a wooden dowel, toilet paper roll (which will be the “reel”), ribbon plus a ceiling hook. By buying toy fish and perhaps even a bucket hat Accessorize.

Mermaid Costume

Is everything really better down where it`s wetter? This costume will truly wow her, in case your child is in her phase. Produce a splash out of water with this easy-to-generate disguise that demands cup cake liners streamers, ribbon, a headband, and seashells. Find a starfish in toy-store or the craft store and trend a little necklace from it. Considering all of the gorgeous shades of green and blue hues, your Little Mermaid will stand out and shimmer like the sea. The streamers produce a cascading impact and she`ll love twirling around.

Aviator Costume

Prepare for take-off. This one`s for the curious child who has an obsession with planes and dreams of traveling all over the world. When your kid steps into this disguise, imaginations will soar. The costume is also a no-brainer for the active parent—you just need to make the aviator jacket and pair it with a white t-shirt and khaki pants. For the aviator jacket, you`ll need a brown sweatshirt, brown tape, and furry felt cloth. To total the look, give him a scarf that is white as well as some goggles. He`ll be prepared to fly-away into Halloween night.

Flower

Mary Mary, really contrary, how does your backyard develop? Using the help of this flower. This one works for the more little ones to the bigger children, also. Dress your kid in a lengthy as well as green leggings -sleeved tee. For the principal component, the “petal” collar, you`ll need yellow and pink felt (you can also decide to your child`s favored colours) and green pipe cleaners. Cut out petal designs to the lower of the petals from glue pipe-cleaners and the felt. Add in certain accessories like a watering can (which may also double as a Halloween handle bag).

Lamb Costume

What`s blaahk, white, and fluffy all over? This sweet little lamb. The costume that is snuggly is both cozy and comfortable, which is best for a chilly Halloween evening. You`ll need a very long sleeve shirt, leggings, and plenty of cotton balls to complete the disguise. The “hooves” on the costume are just strips of black tape attached to the sleeves and pant legs. And don`t forget concerning the ears: Attach two pieces of black felt into a cap. He can wear white sneakers, or canvas slip-ons. Throughout the countdown to Halloween evening, help him practice his “baa” sounds.

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Flapper Costume

A Roaring Twenties revival: Dancing her way around strands of pearls, the neighborhood using a bob-cut as well as a warm pink dress that, properly, we designed for for twirling. The fringe on the gown is made from some thing totally unique: Pink Post-it notes. Use typical scissors or fringe scissors to minimize slits and connect rows and rows of them onto the dress with tape. Both the “flowers”on the headband and gown are made from cupcake liners. After you`ve prepped the dress, be sure you practice the Charleston or Turkey Trot with her before the large night.

Skeleton Costume

It is a twist on a a vintage costume that needs a few frilly strands of ribbon to make those humorous bones at house. Plus, this costume functions for for almost any any age group—from babies to even grownups (if the whole family wants to match). You`ll just need a black lengthy sleeve shirt and pants and white pleated ribbon. Glue the ribbon in different directions on the outfit to create the “skeleton” outline. Top the disguise off having a white cap and you`re ready to strike the city for a few spooky trick-or-managing.

Lightning Cloud

What things to do when your child doesn`t want to be a rainbow or sun this yr? As a lightning cloud, dress him up. When Halloween strikes, this dude that is intense will bolt from house-to-house making a seri ous dent in the neighbor hood candy supply. Glue polyester fiber to the front of a white crewneck sweatshirt and cap that is white. For the “electric” pants, cut out lighting bolt shapes from aluminum silver tape and glue to gray pants. He`ll be ready trigger a commotion on Halloween evening with this clever costume.

Strawberry Costume

Think period is over? Think again. This original costume is just perfect for Halloween and is is among the the kid costumes that are easiest to make. The sweet disguise begins using a pair of matching leggings plus a ripe redshirt. The “seeds” on the best and bottoms are made from yellow craft paint. Complete the fruity look with a stem made from pipe cleaners, felt and much more. Major reward: the outfit is comfortable enough that the little one won`t be itching to get out of it during trick-or-treating across the neighborhood.