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"just close your eyes" - some scarily soft spooky prompts for your otp
prompt list by @novelbear
"we should do matching costumes this year, how cute would that be?"
going to a pumpkin patch to pick out the perfect one to carve
recording and fondly laughing at the other as they trigger all the Halloween displays in the stores
sniffing and making a guessing game with all the new scented candles out
painting a pumpkin date night >>>>
"i didn't know that would scare you so much, i'm sorry love."
one not being to focused on carving their own pumpkin because they're too worried about the other getting hurt while carving theirs :(
"watch your fingers, hon', careful..."
or "here, let me help you..."
purposely suggesting a horror movie (even though they know they themselves hate horror movies) just so they have an excuse to cuddle up for the night
"we can turn it off and do something else if you want."
"your scream is kind of cute im sorry."
holding their hand and whispering soft reassurances while guiding them through a haunted house
when they instinctively put a protective arm out to protect the other when an actor tries to jump out and scare them
"it's almost over...i'm right here."
decorating the home together
^ holding a ladder steady for the other one when they're trying to put something higher up
handing out candy for the little ones together on halloween night.
sharing childhood photos of old costumes
#otp prompts#writing prompts#imagine your otp#otp writing#writeblr#prompt list#fluff prompts#romance prompts#dialogue prompts#halloween prompts#seasonal prompts#fluffy prompts#fluff#fall prompts#request
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OCTOBER PROMPTS 🦇 — 11. Evan “Buck” Buckley
A/N: my man, my man, my man!! Hopefully we get to see you soon and I can actually get the nerve to finish season six—I only have maybe 4 episodes left? Then I’ll dive into 9-1-1 lone star while we wait. Regardless I thought this would be funny and a little creepy to write so here we are! Enjoy 😉
Synopsis: Buck loves the new house you live in together and although you’re not crazy about it…you decide to pull a prank on your boyfriend to liven up the place that perhaps leads to you opening doors for a uninvited guest?
PROMPTS ARE FROM HERE & HERE & I’m using: A buys a crappy sound machine and plants it in the house. While it plays ghost noises and spooky sounds, A hopes they can convince B that the place is haunted. + “Come on, if there was ever a time for me to be superstitious it’s definitely now.”
*GIF BELONGS TO: @911edit
<- read my previous anthology prompt here.
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“BABE!” Buck yelled into your ear after pulling the headphone away.
You flinch as you stand up straight from the kitchen island and away from your overnight oats, “Yes?” You press with raised brows.
Buck waves his hands around, “you don’t hear that?”
“Hear what?” You question, pausing the podcast and resting your headphones to lay around your neck, “I didn’t even know you were home.”
Buck immediately frowns, “don’t tell me that. That means anybody could be hiding in here and you wouldn’t even know because of those stupid things.”
“You bought them for me.”
“Yeah to use at the gym and keep those meathead douchebags away while I’m not around.” Buck explained which made you smirk with a roll of your eyes.
“Listen,” Buck said again as you moved around the modern kitchen (that you hated) to place the now empty bowl and spoon into the sink.
Placing a hand on your hip you glance around the new open floor plan home that you and Buck moved into together. The modern contemporary home was such a contrast from the outside to the inside with its exterior being too boxy for your liking but you enjoyed the black exterior and the courtyard and pool. The inside was much lighter, from white to cream walls, along with the high ceilings which made the home feel bigger and instantly sold Buck who believed this would be your forever home.
You on the other hand were not convinced but nobody could ever say you weren’t open to trying new experiences. It’s only been four months settling in and there were still some things you wanted to change like: mainly the wall colors but Buck was convinced furniture and decor could replace that urge.
Sighing you say, “I don’t hear anything Ev,” you tap the sink on, “maybe you should lay down? Was it a rough day?”
“No, it was a breeze.” Buck fanned his hand along before resting them both flat against the White Island counter, “…maybe it’s a bird or something?”
“Well what exactly did it sound like?”
“Like scratching. Kinda like Pearla when she tries to sneak into our room at night,” Buck answers before glancing around, “matter of fact, where is she?”
“At the groomers. She won’t be ready until after four,” you inform Buck of the whereabouts of your old English sheepdog.
Buck dips his head, looking at his watch, “it’s 3:42.”
“Shoot! time does really get away from me,” you widen your eyes as you quickly finish washing the dishes before spinning around to shove it into the dishwasher.
Buck nods his head, “I’ll drive.”
“You sure?”
“Yeah,” Buck shrugs his shoulders, “it’s a nice crisp day and…I don’t want you having any accidents considering your hearing isn’t the best right now.” He playfully lifts the headphones from your neck to place down while you roll your eyes again.
You lean towards him smug, “ah, I see what this is…you’re scared to stay here by yourself because of this imaginary noise you’re hearing.”
“I’m not! And i don’t think it’s in my head.” Buck defended while you went over to the couch to shove your hoodie back over your gym attire.
“Uh huh,” you say as Buck scoffs ready to plead his case as you lock up the home behind you.
The next time Buck hears the noise is around 3am when you’re both tucked away at the back of the home in bed. It’s not a pleasant sound as his eyes snap open to the darkness of the room, the moaning and creaking almost sounds like a mixture of a whale and the cracking of a ship that meets the bottom of the ocean. Buck knows he should stop clicking on random things on YouTube before bed that leads him down a deep dive but this isn’t the first time he’s hearing that groaning sound.
It was brief before on his day off while you were at work and he was lounging on the couch watching some twisted documentary about Russ McKamey. Buck tried to brush it off as something that was on screen since it stopped when he paused the television but he couldn’t hear it while watching again. Was this truly in his head? He started to think but here he was— technically—the third time hearing the noise for much longer.
When he peaks over at you with your back to him, he lightly grips your shoulder and leans over to see that you’re still fast asleep and sits up in bed. By the edge of the bed, he spots Pearla on the floor with her fluffy ears perked up and Buck nods his head.
“You hear it too, girl? I know I’m not going crazy!” Buck whisper-yells to the dog who’s definitely more alert than you are.
Buck’s crawling out of bed with Pearla at his ankles, taking a deep inhale he opens the bedroom door to peak down the left of the hallway towards the front of the new home and only sees darkness. Pausing for a moment he listens for the noise again but the home is eerily quiet.
Buck stands there for at least two minutes before he considers closing the door but the creaking starts up again, sending Pearla flying out of the room barking as she tries to locate the noise first.
“Pearla!” Buck yells for the dog who disappears down the hallway and out of sight.
He blows a whistle with his fingers to get her attention, stepping into the hallway now but Pearla is nowhere to be seen. When he glances over his shoulder back in your direction, you’re still in fact sound asleep. Usually you’re the light sleeper out of the pair but somehow in this early morning, you’re having a grand time in dreamland.
Reaching for the doorknob, Buck slowly pulls the door closed with a soft click and begins taking the path to the main areas of the home. Pass the three bedrooms and the half bath on the left, Buck scans the dining room, kitchen, and living room to find it all empty. Confusion is written all over Buck’s face as he stands in the center of the home, hands on his hips as he’s searching but…for what?
The groaning picks up again just as a touch goes to his hips. Buck yelps, whipping around to face you who’s actually holding their composure. Buck holds onto his chest ready to let out a exhale but the look you cast behind your shoulder then back to meet Buck’s island water eyes you say, “the house is haunted.”
“What?” Buck let’s out a full exhale, trying to calm his heart rate.
You swallow, hands still holding onto Buck’s hips, “I hear it too.”
He tightens his jaw, ears picking up on the noise but now it’s the loudest it’s ever been, making you grip your very sensitive ears.
“Wait here,” Buck suggests, hands flexing as he picks up a fire poker that was left leaning against the industrial bookcase from his old apartment, “it sounds like it’s coming from the laundry room.”
You huff, feet slapping against the floor as you latch right onto the back of his shirt, “hell no! You’re not leaving me behind in this sketchy house.”
“Ohhh,” Buck sing songs, “now it’s sketchy but when I said it’s been weird lately you tell me I need a nap.”
You hiss, “be quiet, we’re supposed to be stealthy when sneaking up on a ghost.”
“I wasn’t aware that you had experience with the paranormal.” Buck looks back at you with a frown before slowly leading the way back towards the bedrooms.
“I’ve seen ghost whisperer you know?”
“…am i supposed to know what that is?”
“It’s a show Maddie and I are currently binge watching, now ssh!” Your attempt to silence the man was met but Buck used this silence to steady his heartbeat.
If this house was truly haunted then it was going to be hard to explain this to the insurance company when he’s done tearing up the place.
And we all know Buck’s not afraid of some action. His arm goes out to shield you as you both slide up against the wall opposite of the door that leads into the small laundry room. Buck couldn’t hear Pearla’s barking anymore and she did go in the opposite direction so he hoped whatever this is, didn’t harm your beloved dog.
“On my count,” Buck signals peering at you shortly to make sure you understood where he was going with this, “three…two…”
Of course he didn’t say “one” as he pushed the door back, revealing the very normal looking laundry room. Everything appeared in tack as Buck stepped into the room, hand reaching out to shove some clothes on the rack aside and then checking the cabinets above the washer and dryer.
“Huh,” Buck hummed before pulling the appliances open to find them both empty, “nothing.”
When he turns to face you, you’re hugging yourself but your brows are still furrowed in disbelief. He reaches to flick the light off and steps towards you to exit the room but a screeching noise picks up yet again. Instead of it sounding like it’s in the laundry room, it’s appears as if it’s coming from back towards the front of the home.
“No freaking way!” Buck yells, bringing the fire poker up like a bat as he runs down the hallway.
You scream at his back, “stop running towards danger you idiot!”
Buck ignores you, following the sound right to the pantry door, which is closed shut. He wastes no time, pulling the door back to reveal a gray and white Pearla fleeing from the room with a whine. Buck almost recoils at how loud the sound is coming from the pantry but steps in anyway, looking around the spacious storage room until the door shuts right behind him.
He tries the knob but to no avail, he turns back to the dark room, dropping down into a push up motion to check underneath the shelves. The thirty year old was just waiting to see something further unusual but got back to his feet just to be shoved towards the shelves.
Buck steadies his hands out in front of himself, catching himself against the shelves but not without the goods crashing onto the floor. He spins back around as the cracking noise picks up, almost making his teeth ache at the sound but that doesn’t stop him from swinging the fire poker wildly in the air. He’s not sure when the poker breaks one of the shelves but he spots a flash of red way at the top behind a acrylic container.
Panting Buck begins latching and crawling up on the shelves and swipes a hand across the top shelf, knocking the contents onto the floor to spot some sort of machine that suddenly shoots a weak steam of fog his way, followed by the creaking sound. Buck presses on top of it which sends out that screeching sound that makes Buck slip at the upsetting noise.
He’s shouting your name once he aims his footing right, landing back on it but not without the machine slipping right towards his face and knocking Buck off balance.
“I’m just glad it’s not broken,” you say for what felt like the thirteenth time as you hold the door open; ten am later that morning, leading your boyfriend back into your shared home that Buck secretly didn’t want to come back to.
The bandage on his bruised and cut up nose was prominent but Buck still sported a small smile on his face. “See what happens when you try to prank me. Now you have to tell everyone that I did in fact fight a ghost.”
The pantry door was jammed by the time you got to Buck, hearing him calling your name and Pearla barking for your attention. It wasn’t something it commonly did but you just deemed it as your anxiety getting the best of you, struggling to get it open. You were in on a bet with Chimney and Hen since Eddie (surprisingly) and Bobby didn’t want to participate—that you could convince Buck that your new home was haunted.
However you weren’t expecting for him to go investigating and get smacked in the face with the crap ghost machine you purchased off eBay. You were just happy that you weren’t the cause of Buck almost breaking his nose (you didn’t intend for the machine to slide off the shelf) but everything else you’ll take responsibility for.
“Sit,” you ordered Buck by his arms who laughed at you going into your nurturing role, “you know they’ll never believe that right?”
Buck kicks his feet up along the couch with a sigh, “but it could be a plot twist x2 with there actually being some haunted vibes going on. I mean…you did set me up.”
You pout as stood in the kitchen, “it was supposed to be all in good fun but then you had to go Rambo—being Buck. Did I mention how sorry I am?”
Buck laughs, “it’s just a scratch,” as Pearla jumps up beside him to rest her head in his lap, “it’ll heal and I can take a joke but just know…you did start a prank war for the rest of this fall season. You have no idea what you just unleashed.”
You didn’t like how Buck was rubbing his hands together in wicked joy but you’ll learn to deal with it.
“Yeah that’s what Maddie said,” you mumbled as you pulled open the fridge, “so before you come up with those ideas…I can make you your favorite breakfast.”
Buck grins, “that’ll be nice but I’d prefer a cuddle first.”
“Is your head hurting?”
Buck lolls his head, “I told you babe, I feel fine. Now get over here.”
You make a cross motion as you cautiously step over to Buck who shakes his head at you with a grin. Once you’re close enough, he reaches for your sweatshirt to yank you to his other side since Pearla made her claim on his left.
“Now that I know I’m not going crazy anymore, I can really enjoy this house with my two favorite people.” Buck curls a arm around you and rests the other along the back of the couch after patting Pearla’s head.
Resting your head against Buck’s chest you sink into the comfort each other. However that doesn’t last long with the sound of glass shattering from the mirror that once hung on the wall above the wooden chest that contained the record player on top of it.
The silence is almost deafening now as the both of you watch the pieces of the mirror decorate the floor.
Buck says, “Come on, if there was ever a time to be superstitious it’s definitely now.”
You knew a broken mirror was not a good sign and Buck started to feel like it wasn’t really all in his head as the flashes of what happened earlier this morning played back in his head. It couldn’t just be the trash machine you bought whenever and Buck really wasn’t that clumsy to trip over his feet so what gives?
Spookiness can be fun but Buck could always sense when things didn’t exactly feel right anymore? He believed in the full moon, mercury in retrograde and he strongly believed in when things weren’t just a good scare.
“So you agree, we should go house hunting?”
Again? Buck hated the process when he was on his own but with you it felt nice, like there was a definite future to look forward to.
“Yeah,” Buck states, “I think I’m done ghost hunting for awhile.”
“Hell yeah you are.” You respond, keeping your eyes towards the area just in case you saw something else that didn’t sit right with you; while reaching for your phone.
The both of you didn’t bother to debate over where you would be escaping to for the night as you searched your contacts for your realtor and fast.
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Continue with my fall anthology prompts here.
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Spooky/Autumn Prompts
Send a character and a number for a ficlet!
"It was a dark and stormy night." "It's literally 76 and sunny outside."
"So, what brings you to my dark and creepy neck of the woods?"
"I hate fog."
"Apple bobbing, apple picking, caramel apples, apple cider, apple pie - apple is clearly the best autumn flavor." "You're just saying that because I'm drinking a pumpkin spice latte and I didn't get you one."
"There's no such thing as ghosts."
"I'm not doing matching costumes."
"I'm less scared of the monsters and more scared that there's a killer on the loose." "That's just a rumor, relax."
"Trick or treat!"
"I love sweater weather!"
"These leaves are perfect for crunching!"
"I wish these teeth were real."
"Didn't you read Goosebumps as a kid?"
"Keep carving your pumpkin like that and there won't be any pumpkin left!"
"I hate horror movies, can't we watch something else?"
"I can't believe you forgot to buy candy!"
"Yeah, that spray hair color isn't coming out anytime soon."
"Was that a scream?"
"Candy Corn?"
"That pumpkin is bigger than me!"
"This costume is perfect!"
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Fallen for you - A Cyno drabble
no warnings, gn reader (title “Fallen for you” included in word count)
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You and Cyno. Cyno and You. sounds right, right? he thought so. What he couldn't think of was how to confess.
He finally had some time off and invited to for a walk through the sumerian forest. You accepted and started on your stroll.
Even Cyno was surprised at the large piles of burnt yellow and orange leaves you encountered.
Enraptured, you kept walking until Cyno stopped you. He looked... nervous? That was a first.
"(name)... i've fallen for you."
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"Do you get it? The leaves fell because is it autumn and I did too. For you."
Thank you so much for reading! Comments and reblogs are appreciated. I hope you enjoyed, please let me know if you did or if you have any ideas or suggestions for more （╹◡╹）♡
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Meet Cutes/Uglies: Fall/Winter
A stands in a queue when they notice a leaf stuck in the hair/on the clothes of the person in front of them. They offer to remove it for them.
Strangers A and B sit next to each other at the cinema. They bond over every jump scare and their self-loathing for letting their respective friends talk them into watching a horror movie.
A (accidentally) stumbles into the snowman B is building.
A slips on the ice-covered pavement/the pavement that is littered with wet fallen leaves and crashes into B.
A and B walk through a corn maze, trying to find their way out. Each time they pass the other, they look more panicked and lost. Maybe they could team up to find the exit?
A is in the middle of a snowball fight with friends/etc. when their snowball accidentally hits stranger B.
Strangers A and B are at the ice skating rink, holding onto the railing. Neither of them knows how to skate (– but each of them thinks the other’s attempts are endearing and inspiring (and just a little amusing)).
When the rain intensifies, A seeks shelter and ends up standing next to B (in a house entrance/etc.).
Strangers A and B both accompany their respective child/sibling/etc. and their friend group as they go trick-or-treating.
Strangers A and B are both obsessed with the special seasonal drink their (favorite) café offers. (When the café owner runs out of the ingredients needed/etc., they fight over who of them gets the last drink of the season.)
The company picks strangers A and B to decorate the office space for the Christmas season together. (A would have preferred doing it alone and has very specific ideas that do not align with those B has.)
#writing prompts#writing ideas#meet cute#meet ugly#first meeting#autumn prompts#fall prompts#winter prompts#writing inspiration#prompt list
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A short autumn scenario:
A and B are on a walk through the autumn forest. Red, orange and golden leaves swirling around them. They start walking in bright October sunshine, but as the evening draws close, the temperatures fall and it's getting cold. A is only wearing a thin jacket and is shivering slightly, so B gives up their scarf and gently wraps it around A to warm them up. Unfortunately, both wake up to sore throats and sniffly noses the next day. A from walking without a proper coat for too long, B for giving up their scarf for A.
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Autumnal Sensory Prompts
The crunch of dry leaves underfoot
A scented candle lit for a bath after a cold, rainy day
The first bite of chill in the morning air once the weather turns
Fog creeping in as the sun sets
The light of a full yellow moon shining through a window
Fleeting touches with gloved hands
An apple pie fresh from the oven steaming on the stove
The piercing yowl of a street cat in the distance
Snuggling up on the couch as rain batters against the roof
A mug of hot spiced cider on a cool evening
The crackling of a raging bonfire in the middle of the woods
Scratchy straw beneath the seat of a jostling hayride
Skeletal trees silhouetted stark black against the purple night sky
A tart, crisp apple covered in sticky-sweet caramel
A borrowed sweater, soft and well-worn and still smelling of its owner
The low, steady purr of a big orange tabby curled up, slumbering
Bringing chilly hands up to warm with hot breath
The orange glow of a jack o'lantern
Hurrying down a wet street after the skies have opened up in a biting rain
A heavy wool coat settling over shivering shoulders
Wind howling outside a closed window
A misty sunrise over trees fading to yellow and orange and red
The moon clouding over on a starless night
Steaming coffee spiked warm with cinnamon in the morning
The first dark morning, pitch black when there once was sunlight
#writing prompts#sensory prompts#autumn prompts#fall prompts#big shoutout to monty and bee for giving me the last two ♥️#my saviors JKHSDBF
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Hi what about Edstede with 9.Allergies, 17.crunching on leaves,and 23.Tissues with stede being the snzr pllss💗💗
ahhh this is so cute <3
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"Think we should head back?" Ed asks when Stede stops their walk through the park with a sharp inhale, holding up a finger for Ed to wait a minute. It's the third time he's done so in their whole half hour walk, and he knows something in the air — pollen or ragweed or the sharp scent of the leaves all around them — is bothering his allergies.
Even if Stede himself doesn't seem to realize as much.
After the wait a minute signal, Ed knows Stede will sneeze approximately four times, shake his head, apologize, rub his nose, and take Ed's hand again, like nothing happened at all. It's fucking insane, and frankly adorable, but his nose is turning more and more pink the longer they're out here, and Ed's getting worn out just watching the cycle repeat itself.
"Huh! Id'tsh! Iiishh! Hdt'ISH! huh-uushh! Gosh, sorry, excuse me!" Stede says with a shake of his head and a rub of his nose. Sure enough, he reaches out and grabs Ed's hand again. "Head back? Why? It's a beautiful day! Are you chilly?"
Stede leans over and rubs Ed's arm through the thick, dark purple sweater he has on. It is a beautiful day, Stede's right. It's the first day it's been chilly enough to wear a sweater, Stede looks perfect, too, in his teal cardigan, his perfectly styled hair shining in the afternoon sun...
Ed stares at him. "You've sneezed like twenty-five times in the last hour, sweetheart. Bless you, by the way."
"Ah," Stede sighs. "I was kind of hoping you hadn't noticed that," he says, smiling shyly in a way that's so utterly charming to Ed he can't help but return it.
Seriously, how could he not notice?
"Four in a row, every time," Ed says. "An apology, that little head shake you do, a rub at your poor nose that has to fucking hate you by now, and then you hold my hand like nothing happened."
Now it's Stede's turn to stare, his face turning an adorable shade of pink.
"So you... really noticed then. Sorry," Stede mutters, flustered.
Ed lifts their joined hands, shaking his head. "No need for sorry," he says. "Just 'cause it's you," he says. "And no sorry. Just didn't want to keep you out here suffering for nothing. Would've brought you some of your fancy tissues, had I known." He presses a kiss to Stede's nose.
"I may have forgotten just how bad my allergies get this time of year, in my excitement for the season..." Stede confesses. "But I'm hardly s-suffering...oh, hang o-heh!"
Stede's breath hitches a few times before he turns aside and sneezes yet again. "hh’itsSCH! Isch! huh'ishh! ISCHih!"
Ed smirks, having seen this particular film quite a few times before. "Bless you, four times."
"Don't laugh at me, Edward!"
"M'not laughing," Ed promises.
"You're laughing."
"Just a bit. And not at you. S'cute, that's all. Come on, we can go home and bake something from that endless list of fall recipes you made for us. After we get some Claritin in you."
Stede can't argue anymore, already reaching out with his other hand for Ed's.
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OTP OCTOBER PROMPTS
I got bored the other night and on a whim came up with a list of 31 autumn/Halloween-themed prompts for the month of October. Please feel free to use them however you see fit! All ships/fandoms are welcome, and you can use as many or as few as you'd like (or even take some of the ideas for your own prompt lists)! Whatever you want! This is just here to serve as some inspiration! Happy writing/drawing/painting/creating! 🎃🍁👻🍂🍎
1-2 Word Prompts
Cuddling
Costumes
Cozy
Halloween party
Scars
Scream
Apple picking
Pumpkin carving
Bonfire
Haunted house
Corn maze
Baking
Trick-or-treating
Sweater
Tattoos
Full moon
Candy
Smores
Dusk
Dialogue Prompts
“I hate Halloween”
“Are you scared?”
“You look cold.”
“Shut up and give me some candy.”
“You’ve got leaves in your hair.”
“Are you busy tonight?”
“I’m not sure that’s a good idea…”
“It’s not even that cold!”
“You look good.”
“Do you believe in ghosts?”
“Are you really going to eat that?”
“You should stay.”
#otp october#prompts#dialogue prompts#prompt list#writing prompts#art prompts#october#fall#autumn#halloween#fluffy prompts#halloween prompts#october prompts#fall prompts#autumn prompts#inspiration
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Autumn told me, "It's okay to fall." To me, autumn, you feel like home. Upon your arrival, I know that the days are going to be shorter and cold. It's time to take out the blankets, so snug, the sunshine now feels like a warm hug. The leaves turn auburn and detach themselves from the branches. The trees stand still, the weather is crisp, but there's comfort in this stillness. The autumn told me that it's okay to break, and fall. It's okay to detach. I like weather, gloomy and my coffee, hot. How about getting drunk on life, just one more shot. Autumn smells like nostalgia, a lost book in the shelf, childhood memories and friends. Everything is fading away like flowers and leaves, but beautifully. Autumn told me, that everything is going to be okay at the end.
~A.m.
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spooky halloween prompts for your otp
scenarios
B playfully teasing A by putting fake spiders and bugs around the apartment. A falls for it every single time, yet laughs it off.
Watching youtube compilations of cute DIY Halloween costumes and quickly rushing to buy the needed materials online
Going to a haunted house and B having to cling to A the entire time
Or the two of them are just clinging to each other in fear the entire time
Buying costumes for each other without knowing what the other chose and wearing them to a party
A is too uncomfortable with horror movies and B respects that (even if they love them), so they settle for watching other Halloween classics without all of the gore or horror-like elements.
Halloween music blasting in the car at all times
Painting pumpkins together since they both can’t be bothered with the mess and time that comes with carving them
^ or maybe A just doesn’t trust B with sharp objects and comes up with another alternative that wouldn’t hurt their pride
Going into stores and playing with all the robotic displays
Having their first date at a Halloween-themed carnival or party
Meeting each other at a party after A accidentally spooks B with their costume.
Neither of the two enjoy Halloween, but they do take advantage of all the discounted candy in stores the minute the day is over and raid allll of the shops.
dialogue
"I thought we said we weren’t dressing up this year." “You’re just no fun.”
“Aw, don’t you look cute.” “Cute? No, this was supposed to be creepy!”
“You mixed the skittles and m&m’s as a prank?” “horrifying, right?”
“Put the chocolate bar down, i thought i told you those were for the kids!”
“Is this fitting right?” “You’re a ghost, it’s not like they’ll be able to tell if it doesn’t.”
“I bought this subscription because Hocus Pocus 2 is out. Get the popcorn and on the couch asap.”
“I don’t think I carved into this right...”
“Pink is not a Halloween color.” “Who said that?”
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Leaf
Including some old prompts.
Leaf 🍁
the colors of fall
brown, red, yellow, orange
leaves stuck in your hair
crunchy leaves
drying and pressing leaves
using leaves as bookmarks
lying on the ground in the forest, watching the leaves falling around you
My dog yanked on its leash and now I’m lying in a giant pile of leaves and you stand there and laugh and STOP TAKING PICTURES!
Our school has a strict “Do not throw with leaves” rule and we’re sitting in front of the principal with leaves stuck in our hair and other unfortunate places.
I have to take pictures of the colorful trees with their beautiful leaves in the park for a project, but somehow you always end up in all of them.
One Word Prompt Lists
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OCTOBER PROMPTS 🎃 — 13. Tara Carpenter
A/N: The way y’all voted on that poll was a true landslide lol I guess I didn’t realize how huge the tara stans are. So here goes something for my final fall prompt, hope this doesn’t flop like scream 7 will 🤭🤫🫠 but this is a short and simple ending so I do hope you enjoy this.
PROMPTS are from HERE & HERE + I’m using: going to a pumpkin patch + “you look cold, do you want a hug?” + “you think someone died here?”
WARNINGS: slight language I think? Dark humor. Age-difference: with Tara being twenty-one and oc/reader being twenty-five/six + Chad and Tara never became a thing in this timeline!
<- read my previous october anthology prompt here.
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Being at a pumpkin patch in mid-November when the skies were painted like pale ice in a frozen lake and the trees lost their copper leaves for good was questionable for Tara. The air no longer had its crispness to it but it started to feel more along the lines of a wild animal taking bites out of your face here in New York. However Tara couldn’t find herself complaining—well despite the fact that Sam turned this into a group outing—Tara couldn’t wait to see Johnnie.
Johnnie was Sam’s age, older than Tara, and easily became likable in Tara’s eyes although Sam often gave Johnnie a hard time even in the beginning. Of course they still had to be cautious but Tara always stood on the fact that she just wanted to live life after it’s been at risk of being taken away for good. She wouldn’t be as naive as last year but something about Johnnie had Tara’s insides turning into mush—in a good way though—not in a decaying guts kind of way.
The train ride was recommended by Johnnie to her family’s farm from the city and that became a whole debacle between the friends, until Tara waved her phone in the air saying that she already purchased a ticket while the rest could spend forever trying to figure out what they wanted to do. Mindy found this humorous how whenever Johnnie was mentioned, Tara made it her mission to be tuned into the conversation if she checked out.
Mindy was the first to pick up on the signs before Tara did and took great pride in Tara coming to her first out of the core four. Chad would argue against that saying he was actually the first since Tara did start to vent when they pulled a all nighter together. However he actually had no clue who Tara could be talking about and ended up eavesdropping when she chatted to Mindy one afternoon when he was supposed to be studying…basically pick a twin to believe at this point.
Tara couldn’t wipe the smile off her face on the train ride, fingers rapidly flying over her screen to the dimpled grin on her face when she spotted Johnnie helping out at the entrance of her family’s pumpkin patch.
“They’re with me, cousin.” Johnnie informs the family member with hair as white as snow, before grabbing up the walkie to contact someone else to head to the front and help out, now being off the clock with her friends here.
“Can we get more free perks for Christmas?” Chad asks as they briefly embrace and Johnnie rolls her eyes.
Johnnie folded her arms, “Why? So you can continue bringing your flings around and eat their tongues instead of enjoying the scenery?”
Chad frowned, “who are these flings that you speak of? I’m here enjoying the pumpkins with my favorite sister.”
As he goes to toss an arm over the curly haired girl’s shoulder, she shoves him away, “save it for the jury, Chad. I saw you eyeing that pretty girl with the shell earrings and racer jacket not too long ago.”
“I mean…she could be the one.” Chad couldn’t even bother to deny his wandering eyes.
Sam, Mindy, and Tara all share a groan while Danny snickers at Chad’s usual antics before being elbowed by Sam.
“Hey Tara,” Johnnie says, falling into step with the smaller girl; after informing everyone of the many activities the farm included.
Tara smiles up at her, “Hey Johnnie…remind me why we’re going pumpkin hunting so late into the season?”
“Well…I’m having a Friendsgiving next weekend at my spot and…that maybe partly true but I also wanted to hang out with you again before that.” Johnnie was honest with this, which made Tara slowly nod her head in appreciation.
Johnnie used to attend the same university as the three, received her degrees, started her business of creating designs on amputee’s prosthetics and moved to New Jersey two months ago to purchase her own home. So her having her shit together was definitely inspiring (and not to mention attractive) in Tara’s eyes and although she didn’t have everything figured out herself, one thing she was sure of: spending time with Johnnie felt right, scary yet comfortable and safe.
“Ohhh that’s right, I almost forgot about that.” Tara widens her eyes in realization, cursing to herself that she actually did forget about this but knew she could blame it on being swamped in school work, while Johnnie stumbles.
With a hand on her chest, she sighs playfully, “you wound me carpenter.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Tara replies with a longing stare as they approach the line in front of a few booths.
Johnnie leans towards Tara who doesn’t realize she’s holding her breath, “what’re you in the mood for?”
“…hmm?” Tara asks, quickly pulling her eyes back to the line when Johnnie tries to catch her eye.
Johnnie laughs, “the menu. Anything catch your interest?”
“Well,” Tara starts as the autumn chill washes over the attendees on the farm, making her hunch her mesh covered shoulders a bit and clasp her hands together, “what would you recommend?”
“Everything.”
Tara scoffs as Johnnie winks at her.
“Can you even see the menu up ahead?”
“I’m not blind.”
“Nah, just short.” Johnnie teases while Tara quickly tosses a middle finger at the older girl.
Johnnie laughs to herself, picking up on tara’s attire which failed to keep her warm on this breezy farm. So Johnnie takes the opportunity to stand behind Tara instead, who is now bouncing on her tippy toes to what may seem like she was attempting to see the menu but it was probably to keep her blood flowing better.
Tara’s almost ready to swing until her belly realizes the familiar rasp by her ear, “you look cold, do you want a hug?”
Before her mouth can fumble out an answer, tatted hands come into Tara’s view as Johnnie locks her arms across Tara’s shoulders. She doesn’t find herself going stiff but easily welcomes Johnnie’s touch. A small smile graces Tara’s lips as her eyes fall in love with the dainty details of ink that decorate Johnnie’s skin. The artwork tells a story of Johnnie’s big heart which some may view as a contrast to her androgynous exterior much like the striking scar through Tara’s palm. That same scar Johnnie lightly draws a fingertip over from time to time and does so right now as Tara buries her nose against the side of Johnnie’s tatted other thumb.
Tara can even smell the balance of scents on Johnnie’s warm skin, a light creamy but earthy scent that makes Tara envision curling underneath blankets and staring out at Misty mountains instead of crowded streets full of loud voices, and suspicious faces. A sense of serenity that Tara wasn’t sure she’d ever find until she met Johnnie.
“What ya smiling at?”
Tara pries her eyes open, knowing she had been caught but keeps her eyes on the line that she didn’t realize moved forward some. “Nothing. You just think you’re so smooth when you could have been said you wanted to hold my hand earlier.”
Johnnie quickly places a peck to Tara’s temple so fast that she thinks she imagines it, “I want to do more than just hold your hand,” Johnnie ends up whispering before unraveling herself from Tara, who has to fight to hold herself up right.
“S’orry.” She mutters to those behind her as Johnnie takes the lead, heading right up to the stand, falling into small chatter with the worker before introducing an awkward Tara.
Tara is wide eyed as Johnnie banters back and forth for a little before they both set eyes on Tara.
“What?” Tara raises a brow, finding that she’s zoned out again just gazing at Johnnie socialize.
“You strike me as a apple nacho’s kinda girl.” The male worker says while Johnnie pretends to think about it.
“I’d say a apple cider donut but you’re of course welcome to try whichever or anything else on the board.” Johnnie responds, “on me.”
Tara tilts her head to the side, “what’re you getting?”
“The apple nachos,” Johnnie states.
Tara nods, “then I’ll get the donut…as long as you share.”
“Sure, sure. Anything you want,” Johnnie beams before turning back to the man, “you heard the lady!”
“Yeah, yeah.” He fans Johnnie with a knowing look before shouting out to the cooks off to the side.
With a carton tray full of crisp apple pastries—nachos, a side of caramel, two forks, and a yellow bag full of mini apple cider donuts, the two continued traveling through the large field together.
“Where have these been my entire life?” Tara groans after savoring the dessert.
Johnnie laughs, “right up here on this farm, I take it you’re enjoying those nachos?”
“Enjoying? More like I’d love to marry them! Can’t you tell by the way I’m murdering these bitches?! Perfect crunch on the outside and crisp from the apple on the inside, all with a side of caramel sauce?! It’s so delicious to the point i can’t even apologize for the noises you’re hearing because it’s your fault and I hope we finish them before the rest try to get any.” Tara admits through her rant while Johnnie abruptly stops.
Tara lifts her head, ready to question what was going on but Johnnie steered them in a different direction, “then we better head the other way since they’re all up by the goats and llamas.”
“Good call,” Tara says peeking over her shoulder to see Sam all cuddled up with Danny.
Disgustingly so.
Johnnie’s family farm was nice to be at although the temperature was constantly dropping but there weren’t many people out this evening, which was fine by Tara. The further they circled around the farm the closer they got to one of the rides here. It was the Ali baba—the large swing on the boot of a bulldozer? The pair stood beside each other outside the gate, watching as a few faces disappeared higher into the now gravel colored sky from side to side.
“you think someone died here?” Tara asks around the donut she previously stuffed her freckled face with.
Johnnie glances at tara and rotates to her better ear, “huh?”
The air from the ride and the earth along with the carnival music made it a bit difficult but after tara finishes the donut she speaks a bit louder, repeating the question, “you think someone died here?”
A couple shoot Tara a nasty look as they exit from behind the fence and Johnnie smirks at them with a mocking wave, leaning against the metal gate. Tara let’s out a snort as she leans towards Johnnie.
“Where’s that coming from?” Johnnie sweeps Tara’s bangs to the side.
Tara shrugs, “apparently horror films are not just a one month thing with Mindy. We’re now on your favorite series: final destination.”
Johnnie dips her head in understanding, “Ah,” and almost feels flattered that Tara remembered, “well this farms been open for about fifteen years and that ride’s only been around for the past five maybe? As far I know…no deaths. Why? You wanna get on?”
“Hell yeah I do,” Tara nods with a grin, “and I don’t care that I may puke everything up. As long as you promise to hold my hand.”
Johnnie taps her chin before matching Tara’s smile after lightly pressing their foreheads together, “I think I can do that, babe.”
‘Babe?!’ Tara thinks to herself as Johnnie takes their trash to the nearest barrel before meeting Tara half way with her hand held out.
And Tara doesn’t hesitate as she slips her smaller hand into Johnnie’s tatted one. She gives Tara’s hand a squeeze, fingers interlocked which Tara gazes down at while Johnnie watches Tara. When tara flicks her brown doe eyes back to meet Johnnie’s, they smile sweetly once more, feeling like this could be the start of—nope not something new! but a romance worth taking a stab-wait that’s not right either! chance on.
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teatober 2023 prompts - October art event 🍂
i renewed the teatober prompts for this year!
this can be for any sort of art medium (writing, music, traditional/digital art, etc etc.)
if you use them, please tag/credit me! i’d love to see your work!
#damy speaks#damybeeart#teatober#teatober 2023#october art challenge#october art prompts#october prompts#october art event#artists on tumblr#fall aesthetic#fall prompts#cozy aesthetic#cozy prompts#made with canva
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Pumpkin (Carving) Prompts
1. A leaves a gift - in form of a carved pumpkin - on B’s doorsteps/doormat.
2. A and B (and their friends) come together to see who can create the ugliest/scariest/weirdest pumpkin (decoration) this year.
3. A injures themselves while carving the pumpkin. B takes care of them.
4. A and B visit a pumpkin patch. (e.g. A sits in a wheelbarrow, letting B do all the work and “drive” them around.)
5. A (accidentally) breaks the pumpkin B carved.
6. A signs themselves and B up for a pumpkin carving workshop. It is August.
7. A dresses a pumpkin so that it has a vague resemblance to B. (e.g put a wig on it because they miss B who is currently traveling.)
8. Playing a prank/Joking around, A carves an exaggerated image of B’s boss/friend/etc. into the pumpkin. Thankfully, they’ll never see it. Right?
9. A works at a pumpkin farm. They’ve used their position to their advantage, hiding that one perfect pumpkin from possible customers.
10. None of their pumpkin carvings turn out as A hoped they would.
11. A and B have been eating pumpkin soup for days now. (If only A hadn’t offered to hollow out pumpkins for the pumpkin carving session with their family/etc.)
12. The process of hollowing out a pumpkin and carving it is messy, and A likes for everything to be clean and neat.
13. A offers to carry a pumpkin for B. It is so big, A can barely see where they are going/so heavy that they regret the offer/etc.
14. A and B each carve the other’s face into the pumpkin.
15. A and B sign up for a pumpkin carving contest.
16. After hollowing out a pumpkin (and carving it), A puts it on/holds it in front of their head to scare/amuse B.
17. A and B compete over who can grow the biggest/heaviest pumpkin/etc.
18. A has never carved a pumpkin before – B teaches them how to do it.
19. A and B carve something daring/inappropriate/etc. into the pumpkins (e.g. to annoy their neighbors).
20. The pumpkin scent hanging in the air overwhelms A when they come home/arrive at B’s place.
21. A carved their feelings for B into a pumpkin and presents it to them/– not intending for B to ever see it. They, however, do.
22. A gets scared by a pumpkin (carving/decoration).
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Starbound Autumn Prompt List 2023
Pyromantle
Meteor Shower
Wartweed Stew
Rough clothes
Crunchy Leaves
Ashsprite
This micro-event runs from 01 September - 30 November 2023 for you to create something Atumn-related.
Art, building, graphics, or writing - these prompts are here to inspire you, however you create!
Use the tag #sbprompts23 to share your work for the 2023 Starbound Prompts challenges.
Happy Starbounding 🌠
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