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shadowriel · 6 months

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ACOTAR Couples & Halloween Costumes: Headcanons 👻 🎃

Feysand: Feyre and Rhys definitely have a cute family costume planned with Nyx, but as soon as they leave him with a babysitter, they have to be the hottest couple in a 25-mile radius. Think Mr. & Mrs. Smith, think mafia AU, think Feyre in a slutty dress and Rhys unable to keep his hands off her

Nessian: Nesta and Cassian start planning their costumes at least a year in advance. No expense is spared, no detail is overlooked. Sure, they get into semi-heated arguments leading up to their favourite day of the year, but it’s well worth it. My vote goes to them being sexy pirates, or a gender bent Hades and Persephone.

Elucien: The thing about Elain Archeron is that she will always be that bitch, so well-dressed that people can’t help but stare. Lucien LOVES it! He’s also more than happy to take off his shirt at Elain’s request. A Greek god (or warrior) and goddess definitely works for their day court vibes (bonus points if Elain is Aphrodite).

Azris: Eris and Azriel famously refuse to put effort into Halloween. Azriel has been known to throw on cat ears. Eris has worn a mask or used fake blood on more than one occasion. Yet, somehow they end up surprising everyone by dressing up as a cop (Eris) and sexy criminal (Azriel). Yes, the handcuffs are fully functional. And, yes, Azriel wears a crop top.

Emorie: Our fave girlies have one goal on Halloween, and that’s to look ridiculously hot. Mor lives by the fact that “hoes don’t get cold” and usually makes a costume out of lingerie. Emerie’s been known to follow her lead or dress in something’s that more comfy. I think they would absolutely slay as an angel and demon.

Bonus addition: Emerie as a witch (and Mor can tag along as a black cat)

Gwynriel: These two always go with a costume that’s ridiculously niche or nerdy. Sometimes, Gwyn will get Azriel to dress up as her favourite male characters. Sometimes, she’ll wear a gorgeous costume on her own (and Azriel will just be there, looking at her with hearts in his eyes). Batman and catwoman is a fan favourite, but Gwyn loves the year she found her new favourite book and got them to dress up as a priestess and shadowsinger.

Elriel: Elain is hot (see above), and Azriel is more than happy to take a supporting role when it comes to couples costumes. Elain wants to wear a fancy dress? Azriel will offer to hold her purse. It’s an Elain Archeron world and Azriel is loving every second of just being in it. I feel like a flower and gardener costume would be cute couples costume for them.

Jassa: Jurian and Vassa are here to have fun. All of their costumes are easy-going and definitely bought last-minute, but they still look amazing. They’re known to find things around the house, and wear a costume that they insist is a pun. Some years, they remember they have these race car outfits at the back of their closet.

Gwynlain: Gwyn and Elain are for the Pinterest girlies. They always have the most gorgeous costumes, and their makeup is impeccably done. Dare I say, they’re the second hottest couple in a 25-mile radius. My brain is literally malfunctioning at the thought of them dressing up like Bloom and Flora from Winx Club.

I honestly could go on and on (and on…)

[All images were found on pinterest]

#acotar #feysand #nessian #elucien #azris #emorie #gwynriel #elriel #jassa #gwynlain #basically all the ships #a court of thorns and roses #acotar headcanons #acotar halloween

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agnes-draws · 6 months

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i couldn’t choose so i did both ✌🏻😎

#happy halloween guys!!!#here have my fav tsc boys dressed as my fav middle aged men in love #(i know tom and alastair would absolutely love both the shows and wouldn’t miss the chance to dress up as the sillies for halloween)#also they fit the characters so much ahhhhhh #p.s. for the people who aren’t familiar with the characters: the first ones is aziraphale and crowley from good omens #while the second one is ed and stede from ofmd !!#enjoy hehe <33333 #thomastair #thomas lightwood #alastair carstairs #the last hours #tlh #chain of iron #chain of thorns #the shadowhunter chronicles #tsc #my art🌷

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foursaints · 6 months

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ok. rivals-to-lovers rosekiller AU where evan rosier is a posh interior designer famous for renovating antique homes. he was on the cover of architectural digest. his reputation as a control freak precedes him. meanwhile barty crouch jr is the host of a trashy MTV ghost hunting show that’s mostly him fucking around with a camcorder. he’s the tattooed guy on all the paranormal tabloids you see in convenience store checkout aisles. this is all well and fine. until the VIOLENT war of wills that takes place when the beautiful 18th century mansion affectionately dubbed “America’s Most Haunted House” goes on sale

#t #rosekiller #and what if i wrote this for halloween. what then #rose & thorn

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caeran · 6 months

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HAPPY HALLOWEEN BBC GHOST FANS 🎃👻🍬

#bbc ghosts #ghosts bbc #fanart #digital fanart #bbc ghosts season 5 #sir humphrey bone #humphrey bone #the girls the gays and thomas thorne #thomas ghosts #thomas thorne #happy halloweeeeeeen #halloween #halloween art #bbc ghosts halloween #TOOK 13 HOURS #please reblog

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shayziee · 6 months

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IMPASTOR DIP FOR SPPOKY MONTH!!!!!! designs inspired by orangeamoeba u can find thm somewhere here

#south park #south park fanart #damien thorn #philip pip pirrup #sp dip #damien x pip #halloween #happy halloweeeeeeen

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a-birdie-on-a-rose · 2 years

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halloween thorns

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cupiowaffles · 7 months

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It's a spooky month!! 🎃

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gecktonurite · 10 months

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every animated scooby doo movie

↳ scooby-doo! and the witch’s ghost (1999)

i guess you are a witch after all!

#thorn hex girls you will always be famous xx #we're back baby #i actually watched happy halloween scooby doo last year with my sister but i never got around to giffing it lol #sdmgif #my gifset #scooby doo movie #scooby doo #scooby doo and the witch's ghost #scoobydooedit #sdedit

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bewitched-bullet · 6 months

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YES

Why couldn't I have gotten these for Halloween?!

C'mon my fellow Good Folk, lets let our inner fae selves out!

#fae anarchy #anarchy #punk #halloween #samhain #make this the new tradition #books #banned books #no such thing as a ban on knowledge #knowledge is power #in case anyone can't tell #i just find all forms of chaos hilarious #but if you wanna make it a thorn in your side.....#....i have no problem driving it in deeper #I LIVE RENT FREE IN YOUR MINDS #MUHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

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thesistersarcheron · 6 months

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Pairing: Feysand Rating: E Tags: Smut, Angst, Necromancy & Resurrection, Ghosts & Haunting, Morally Gray Rhysand, Silver Fox Rhysand, Dark Magic, Halloween Summary: Feyre swallowed her horror and raised her tattooed hand. “The bargain was only for the rest of my life.”

Rhysand's grip on her tightened as he rested his chin on her shoulder. “Tamlin and I didn’t shuffle your corpse around for a week every month, if that’s what you’re thinking. I had to do some good old-fashioned graverobbing to get you, Feyre.”

Her spine stiffened. Prick!

(Or, what would have happened if Feyre wasn’t resurrected Under the Mountain?)

Read the first chapter on AO3 now! Snippet below the cut.

Feyre Archeron woke with a dry, rasping gasp.

She choked on that breath, the air fighting to reach her lungs as stale as final breaths and wilted grave offerings. It was thick with incense, too, and her eyes watered painfully as she turned her head to the side, coughing around the knot in her throat.

“Easy, love,” a velvet voice murmured above her. One gentle hand brushed away the tears gathering on her cheeks; another massaged her throat until her wheezing turned to smooth, steady breaths. “Easy.”

The fingertips on her cheeks migrated to her hair, brushing back a lock tangled in her lashes. The touch, though it was little more than a graze, was full of something protective, something possessive. Even though she was lightheaded and reeling, Feyre leaned into it, desperate for the safety it promised.

Her eyes burned as she blinked them open to look at Tamlin.

But it wasn’t Tamlin touching her, and immediately, she began to choke again.

Rhysand.

The High Lord of the Night Court stood over her, leaning over a short stone wall to stare down at her with silver-limned eyes.

He looked nothing like she remembered. The last she had seen of him, he had been frantic, crawling across a throne room with a dagger in his hand and death in his bloodshot eyes. His skin had been ashen, his hair in dusty disarray. His fine black clothes had also been covered in dust and blood, his teeth bared, his face feral, as he launched himself at Amarantha with a roar.

This wasn’t the same male.

Feyre stared at him, and he stared back, seemingly content for once to let her look without a sly comment.

And the more Feyre looked at him, the more she saw. His hair, though it bore an otherworldly blue-black shine that had been absent the last time she saw him, was shot through with silver at the temples. There were fine lines around his violet eyes, drawing her attention to the deep, bruised circles beneath them, but the rest of his skin was a warm, lovely shade of brown that spoke to fresh air and sunshine and good food.

Night-dark power flowed off of him like smoke, the foreboding mantle of a dark king. It was too dark, though, and writhing in agitation, as if something within his soul had rotted.

But he was not agitated. No, he watched her with utter adoration plain on his face, soft and awed.

Feyre looked away from his parted lips and the tear lined eyes, suddenly uncomfortable.

But, as she cataloged the width and breadth of his shoulders instead, she found more questions in his clothes. He was clad in black as usual, but the collar of his jacket was devoid of the fine embroidery she remembered, and the brilliant onyx dye was dull, a plain, somber shade.

Mourner’s black.

The suit of a dark, distinguished widower.

She must have lingered on the jet buttons at his collar—their subtle carving of three mountains the only sign of finery on him—a beat too long, because Rhys’s fingers cupped her face to guide her eyes back to his. It was a touch far too loving for a male who barely tolerated her, and Feyre flinched back.

Her shoulder hit stone, and her uneasy lungs collapsed as she realized where she lay.

Coffin! Her mind shrieked. The memory of a sickening, final snap echoed in her head, bouncing off the walls of her skull. I died! I died! I’m dead!

“You’re alive,” Rhys told her. His hushed voice was steady, but his lips trembled as he stroked her cheek. “So, so alive.”

She hated the way a knot inside of her chest loosened at the sound of his voice, at the feeling of the rough pad of his thumb lingering near her lips, so she slapped at his wrist. He huffed a dry laugh but removed his hand; at the perimeter of her mind, dark talons she hadn’t even noticed uncurled and retreated as well.

“You’re alright,” he murmured, curling a brittle lock of her hair around two fingers. “You’re alive, my love.”

But those talons must have been holding her tattered edges together, because the panic surged higher. Higher and higher and higher, roaring in her ears until all she could see behind her clenched-shut eyelids was a jeering crowd, until all she could feel was mud squelching beneath thin boots—

Until a pair of strong arms banded around her shoulders and the back of her knees. She thought she might have made some kind of noise, high and anxious, but the arms lifted her out of her coffin with such care that her heart stopped pounding at her breast and slowed to a throbbing ache instead. They held her tightly, as if she might disappear if they let her go.

A dizzying sense of deja vu seized her, and Feyre shoved at Rhysand until he deposited her on the floor beside the place where she had been laid to rest.

Her ribcage felt too small for her lungs, and she clutched at it as she watched him from her periphery.

“Breathe, Feyre.”

Feyre responded with a single finger. “I’m trying.”

Rhysand laughed again, softly this time, and shoved his hands into his pockets as he watched her.

“I suppose you are a bit out of practice.”

Fuck you, she thought as loudly as she could.

#feysand #feyre #rhysand #feyre archeron #my fics #poltergeist darling #acotar #a court of thorns and roses #a court of thorns and roses fic #halloween 2023

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lukino94725764 · 6 months

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happy halloween

Not so much for these two, Damien thought his father was coming to pick him up and they woke up waiting

"pip, Get up, dad is not coming"

#sp damien #south park #damien thorn #pip pirrup #sp pip #sp dip #sp pip pirrup #south park dip #damien x pip #dip sp #fanart #digital artist #artists on tumblr #illustrator #drawing #artwork #happy halloween #halloween

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pjs-everyday · 6 months

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he wants her blood, and she wants his heart.

Halloween 🎃✨ // Twiyor Month @twiyorbase

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jerzwriter · 6 months

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Tricks and Treats

Thank you to @aces-and-angels for this ask for Halloween prompt #28. It's the perfect prompt for them. I hope I did it justice. :)

Book: Crimes of Passion Pairing: Trystan Thorne x F!MC (Carolina Rose) Words: 1,400 Rating: Teen Warnings: Some violence, though nothing too intense; cursing Summary: Trystan & Carolina are running late to Ruby & Luke's Halloween Party. They have one stop to make on the way, but things go awry. A/N: It helps if you know the story of Little Red Riding Hood, but you don't have to. Participating in @choicesoctober Halloween, @choicesholidays Halloween

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“One, two, three, four,” Carolina’s red cape fluttered behind her each time she raised her arm to grab another bottle of wine from the shelf. She had her hand on the fifth when she paused. “Five? Is five necessary? Maybe four will do... I can’t be the only one bringing wine... and I’m not just saying this because my shopping basket is so freaking heavy...”

She could feel the weight of someone’s stare as she continued the animated conversation with herself. Turning her head quickly , she found a mildly amused shopper looking her way.

“My friends like wine,” Carolina shrugged. “A lot, actually... but... this is getting heavy, and I need to make a decision. I don’t normally talk to myself like this!” As the shopper shuffled away, Carolina yelled after her. “I don’t! I really don’t... I’m a very sane person! Totally sane... except... for right now.”

She let out a snort imagining how ridiculous she must have looked... Little Red Riding Hood standing in the middle of an aisle at Westside Market, rambling aimlessly about how much alcohol she needed to buy while declaring herself sane. New Yorkers were used to unusual sights, but she didn’t blame the woman for rushing away.

She looked at her watch with a frown. They were already twenty minutes late for Ruby and Luke's party and still had midtown traffic to grapple with, so she set off to find Trystan, still talking to herself as she turned her neck to look down each aisle.

“Trystan, where are you?” Though she was actively looking for him, her heart still skipped a beat when a big, furry paw landed on her shoulder.

“Trystan!” she startled, “you scared the shit out of me.”

“There is no Trystan,” he snickered, playfully pulling her close. “Only the Big Bad Wolf..uh.. no.. I mean Grandma! I’m Grandma, trust me.”

“Grandma? What big paws you have!” she beamed as he nuzzled into her neck and playfully growled.

“The better to paw you with, my dear...”

“Well, you can paw me once we get to the party. We’re very late.”

She went to reach for his hand, bursting into laughter when she saw the contents in his basket. “What are you buying?”

“Sausage and whipped cream,” he answered matter-of-factly.

Rubbing the bridge of her nose, Caroline winced. “Sausage... and whipped cream?”

“Yes. Ruby asked me to pick up chorizo, and there is no way I’m partaking in Luke’s pumpkin pie without the benefit of whipped cream. What do you take me for? A heathen?"

“But, Trystan... we’re walking up to the cashier to purchase a lot of wine, an obscenely large chorizo... and whipped cream.... how does that look?”

“Like we’re on our way to one hell of a party,” he winked.

“Why don’t we stop on aisle five and throw in some Vaseline. That should give the staff something to talk about for hours, maybe days, to come!”

“Aisle five, you say?” he said, grabbing her hand.

“Can we forget I mentioned that?”

But his impish grin gave her all the answers she needed.

“I should know better by now,” she sighed.

~~~~~

Carolina was lost in thought as they waited on the barely moving line. Trystan scrunched his nose to wordlessly to inquire about her thoughts.

“I should get more wine,” she insisted. “I mean... you know our friends. This won't be nearly enough.”

“Well, I don’t think this line is going to move anytime soon. Would you like me to run and get more?”

“No, you wait here,” she insisted. “I’ll go.”

“Just be quick,” he smiled. “It's dangerous out in the woods.”

“I know!” She said with wide eyes. “We even have Drakovian wolves now!"

“Oh! The worst kind!” he scoffed, patting her bottom quickly as she rushed off, his eyes never leaving her until she was out of sight. He turned back to face the front of the line and met the disapproving gaze of an elderly woman in front of him.

“It's OK," Trystan insisted. "She’s my girlfriend, that was perfectly acceptable behavior.”

Not sure she was satisfied with his answer, he pulled out his phone to check messages. He was lost in thought when...

“Freeze!” A masked man wearing an undistinguishable costume yelled as he launched at the cashier, gun blazing.

The teenage girl at the register began to scream.

“Shut the hell up and keep your hands where I can see ‘em... then no one gets hurt!”

Suddenly, another man dressed as Chewbacca whipped around and pointed a gun at the customers waiting in line.

“Don’t any of you get any ideas either!”

Trystan held up his hands with a roll of his eyes. “This behavior is so unbecoming of a Wookie.”

But his bravado depleted at once when the man cocked his pistol and aimed it at Trystan.

“Think you’re funny there, Scar?"

"Scar? No...I'm the Big Bad Wolf."

"SHUT UP!!! One more out of you, and you’ll be laughing at the morgue.”

Back at the register, the young cashier nervously tossed cash into a shopping bag as the robber was losing patience.

“Make it quick, Blondie! We don’t have all day!”

The old woman in front of Trystan began to hyperventilate and appeared to lose her balance.

Trystan reached out to touch her arm. “It’s going to be all right,” he whispered; but his sudden movement jarred the Wookie assailant, who fired a shot in the air.

“I SAID DON’T FUCKING MOVE! DON’T MAKE ME DO SOMETHING I DON’T WANT TO DO!”

But eyes lit up when he caught a flash of light from the old woman’s direction.

“Well,” he let out a slow whistle. “That’s one hell of a diamond ring you’ve got there... hand it over!”

“No..." she cried. "I’ll give you all my money, but not this! Please! My Harry gave this to me for our fortieth anniversary! I remember him every time I see it!"

“Lady, unless you want to join Harry tonight, HAND IT OVER.”

Trystan clenched his teeth as the old woman tearfully removed the ring from her finger; that’s when he locked eyes with Carolina. A knowing look passed between them, and she gently nodded, mouthing the words... one... two... three....

Carolina rushed to the register, raising a bottle of wine high above her head, breaking it over the gunman’s head. Meanwhile, Trystan charged Chewbacca. He wailed as Trystan twisted his arm in an inhuman position until his gun fell to the floor. The first man began coming to and attempted to reach for the fallen weapon...

“Oh, no, you fucking don’t!” Carolina yelled as another bottle of wine crashed into his temple.

Trystan sat atop the other man to hold him in place. But when the police arrived, they took aim at Trystan.

“NO!” Carolina yelled. “The Big Bad Wolf is the good guy! He's with me. Chewbacca is the one you want!”

“My mistake,” the officer nodded. “The call just said a hairy beast was one of the assailants."

"It's OK," Carolina smirked. "It’s not every day we see the Big Bad Wolf and Chewbacca wrestling on the floor!”

“Wrestling?” Trystan spat. “There was no wrestling! I had this second-rate mongrel fully under control!”

“Of course, you did, dear,” Carolina smiled as the other officer took the wine-battered criminal off her hands.

The officer couldn't help but laugh. “It’s not every day you see Red and the Big Bad Wolf taking out the bad guys, either.”

“Hey, it’s New York,” Carolina shrugged. “You never know what you’ll see... especially on Halloween.”

With that, she turned to the wine-battered criminal. “Speaking of which... what the hell is your costume? I can't even tell what you were supposed to be."

“Sinatra!” The man answered bitterly.

“Sin... SINATRA! Frank Sinatra!” Carolina spat. “If I had known that, I would have hit harder! How dare you disparage Frank like that!”

“Do you have a thing for Sinatra?” Trystan questioned. “Perhaps I should have chosen my costume more carefully.”

“Sinatra was one of my father’s favorites,” she smiled softly. “And this SOB has the audacity....”

“Detective Rose,” the officer interrupted. “We need to take your statement.”

“Oh, of course,” she said as Trystan's phone rang.

“It shouldn’t be long. Then you two kids can head back to grandma’s house.”

As the officer took out his notepad, he and Carolina heard bits and pieces of Trystan's conversation.

“I know you’re desperate for the chorizo... we stopped a robbery.... yes, a robbery.... we’re fine... we’ll be leaving shortly... I have whipped cream, too.”

Carolina shook her head. “Whenever I'm with you, it seems words I could never have imagined in the same sentence all just meld together."

"I'm confident I'm not the first person to say chorizo, whipped cream, and robbery in the same breath."

"I don't know," the police officer muttered. "I think you might be."

After wrapping things up, the store manager came over to thank the couple, insisting they take their order for free. As they made their way out into the cold, moonlit night, Trystan suddenly stopped in his tracks.

"We just can't have a normal night out, can we?”

“Hon, this is normal for us,” she smiled, reaching up to kiss his cheek. “Now, keep moving. Luke is desperate for his chorizo.”

"Talk about words I'd never hear strung together," he laughed.

It was a Halloween they'd never forget. 🎃

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#choices fanfic #crimes of passion #choices crimes of passion #trystan thorne #trystan thorne x mc #trystan x carolina #playchoices #choices stories you play #halloween #fic reqs

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