#halloweenery

[frogshunnedshadows]

More of Target's 2025 Halloween decor, including a lot of small light-up blow-molds and some very retro / Beistle-esque vac-formed ... uh ... wall hangings?

[sunlightandsuffering]

HALLOWEENERY

   I’m, like, 85% sure my neighbor/roommate is a supernatural creature, even though they technically shouldn’t exist.

Mikasa isn’t 100 % sure that her next-door neighbour is a vampire…but she’s pretty sure, like 99%. 

What an absurd suggestion one might say, in fact even Sasha, resident Halloween lover had balked at the idea. 

“Mikasa, you’re being ridiculous he’s not a vampire, he probably just works nights or something.” Sure… sure…

But since the day she first met him, Mikasa has kept a meticulous log of their every interaction, every thump from his apartment, every time she heard his keys jingle in the lock. And never once has she heard him during the day, not ever. Sure, the log had started out a little more subconscious than anything, he was hot, the kind of handsome that girls dreamed of, the stuff of daydreams and fantasies. How could she not keep a mental catalogue of every time she saw him? 

But now, nearly a year later, as Halloween creeps closer, Mikasa has come to the disturbing realization that her next-door neighbour is most certainly a vampire. 

Eren Jaeger. Even his name sounds a little vampiric, old, imposing, and vaguely German!? 

Vampires were supposed to be from Romania! Romania and Germany were pretty close, it’s basically proof! And then there were his looks, there was just no way a guy like him wasn’t a supernatural creature, there’s simply no way a human being could be that handsome. He’s like her walking fantasy, dark brown hair framing his pretty face, that strong jawline, and those eyes, god those eyes, she could spend hours cataloguing every shade of green in those eyes. But forget his looks, the most damning evidence was the fact that she had never, not once seen him in the daylight. 

And she had sure fucking tried. Mikasa had tried to orchestrate several daylight meet-cutes, it was actually what had clued her into his possible vampirism in the first place.

She’d knocked, left cupcakes, hell, she’d even started a fire (she’d gotten in major trouble with her landlord for that one) and all to no avail, not even the blare of the fire alarm had gotten him out of his apartment during the daylight. 

All of this to say, Mikasa is pretty sure Eren Jaeger is a vampire. 

Is it weird that she finds it kind of hot, in a very non-twilight sort of way. She doesn’t want to be cliché about it, but she wouldn’t mind if he sucked her blood. 

And today, well today Mikasa is going to find out for sure. It is the middle of the day. Noon, as sunny as it can get for a brisk October, the sun shining gloomily over the clouds, turning her apartment bright in the sort of hazy grey way only October can truly accomplish. 

Mikasa is wearing nothing but a towel, naked as the day she was born, hair soaked, just a little bit of waterproof mascara, and standing outside her apartment balcony freezing her ass off. 

She’s locked herself out accidentally on purpose, but whatever, hypothermia is worth it. 

She needs to prove to Sasha, herself even, that her neighbour really is a vampire. She has it on good authority that he hasn’t left the apartment since last night either, she’d made sure by camping out next to her door all night just to be sure. It’s now or never. Carefully, and with very frozen fingers because yeah it might be sunny, but it’s October, and it shows, Mikasa climbs over the railing separating her and Eren’s balcony. 

The view of his apartment through the sliding glass door is unhelpfully blocked by large blackout curtains, and Mikasa scowls. But oh well, one point for the vampire theory. 

Then, Mikasa knocks. 

Once. Twice. Three times, four times

By the eleventh knock, Mikasa is starting to realize the flaw in her meticulously laid plans. The flaw is that if Eren really is a vampire he will not be coming outside for the life of him and as the temperature dips lower, the wind blowing the clouds high above her to block out the sun, she realizes very quickly she really could get hypothermia. Shit. 

Her knocks begin to get a little more frantic now, tinged with the reality that’s setting in. 

She is locked out of her apartment, on her neighbour’s balcony wearing nothing but a towel and about to freeze her ass off. 

She infinitely regrets shaving this morning, her legs are delightfully smooth, soft to the touch but chilled to the bone.

The wet hair, she thinks as she slams her fist into the glass pane was a particularly painful touch, crispy now as it freezes over into icicle shaped points. 

Fuck, fuck, fuck. She doesn’t even have her phone. She’s a fucking nursing student, she’s usually not this stupid. Mikasa blames Eren entirely, or maybe Sasha for hyping her up so much about proving Eren is in fact a vampire. With one more slam of her fist against the window, Mikasa, fingers numb to the pain now, knuckles bruising without colour because all the blood is leaving her extremities, she is finally saved. The door opens with savagery, curtains pulling back to reveal a very angry, very hot and thoroughly disgruntled neighbour. He looks surprised to see its her, and then as he takes in the full state of her undress, his eyes widen impossibly and the next thing she knows she’s being yanked into the delicious warmth of his apartment. “Mikasa what the fuck?” Her teeth are chattering too much for her to respond, and before she can really think about it, her traitorous heat-seeking body is seeking out the first source of warmth it can find, and it just so happens to be Eren. 

Her arms are wound around his neck like an Octopus, her face tucked into his chest and she sighs in audible relief because he is so fucking warm. He is so, so warm, the heat is heavenly, she can barely think, plastering herself against him, and all the movement has her towel slipping and Mikasa doesn’t even mind, barely even notices. All she can think about is how warm he is, delirium setting in as she burrows closer, inhaling the scent of clean mint and laundry detergent, her face nuzzled against the soft cotton of his shirt. His heart pounds in her ear, pumping blood through his veins with the sole purpose of warming her up, and after a moment his hands are winding around her hips a little awkwardly to tug her closer. “You’re fucking freezing,” He mumbles, hands rubbing circles over her hips as if to rub the feeling back into her, and she pushes closer, craving the contact, her breasts squished against him deliciously. He’s so beautifully warm!

His hands knead over her ass, and she sighs in delight because she can actually feel it now, feeling slowly returning to her chilled limbs. 

Her toes aren’t quite there yet, but wow his hand on her ass sure is nice, feels really good and oh… wait why is his hand on her bare ass? Mikasa realizes the gravity of the situation about five seconds after Eren has the generous curve of her ass cupped in his hands, kneading the flesh with the kind of single-minded determination she would find hot if she wasn’t so horrified. 

His heartbeat is steady against her ear, thump, thump, thump, and the second realization that sets in is almost as bad as the first one. Eren is not in fact a vampire. 

He is very much alive. And very much feeling her up in his living room, because she’d thrown herself at him, completely naked and slightly hypothermic. This is somehow worse than being trapped out on the balcony. Her discomfort must be palpable, her form going stiff and Eren chuckles from above her, the rich timbre vibrating over her whole body deliciously, “You want me to let go yet?” “No,” Mikasa mumbles into his chest, “If you let go you’ll be able to see everything.” She can feel him fighting a smile above her and he gives her ass an affectionate squeeze that has her breath stuttering, “Mikasa, I’ll be a gentleman of course, but I’d like to remind you I can already feel everything sweetheart.” 

She would very much like to die now. “It feels really good if it makes you feel any better,” Eren tells her in amusement and she sighs, unlacing her fingers from where they’re locked around his back and slowly taking a step back, “It doesn’t.” “I won’t look, I promise,” Eren tells her and sure enough as she pulls from his grasp his eyes are shut tight, no peaking at all. 

Mikasa chooses to grab a fluffy looking throw blanket from his couch instead of her wet towel, situating herself on the couch and far from his grasp as she covers up. “I would very much like to look though,” Eren adds conversationally as he listens to her throw the blanket over herself, “So much.” She tamps down her glee, answering him instead, “I’m decent.” His eyes open, green as the trees outside, and he fucking pouts as he takes her in, tucked under a blanket on his couch, “I liked you better naked.” 

At this, Mikasa can’t fight her smile, clutching the blanket a little closer, “Sorry.” Eren sighs, before leaning back on his heels, arms crossed, “Me too, but are you going to tell me why exactly you were on my balcony naked?” Mikasa winces, “I locked myself out?” She hates that it comes out as a question. 

“Naked?” Eren demands, aghast. 

“I umm was just checking out the view.” “You’re unhinged,” He tells her candidly and Mikasa slumps into the couch, “Sorry.”

“It’s fine, I umm I guess you can stay here until the super gets back, he’s usually around at night.” “Thanks,” Mikasa tells him awkwardly, unsure how to conduct herself now, he was feeling her up not a minute ago where are they supposed to go from here?

Eren looks just as unsure, lip bitten between his teeth and looking her over like he wants to eat her up. 

“So umm what were you doing?” Mikasa asks, because damn it if she’s not going to get an answer. “Sleeping,” Eren responds calmly, and very much not like a vampire trying to hide their biggest secret. “Why?”

Eren looks her over suspiciously, before responding, breaking Mikasa’s sweet little heart into a thousand pieces and proving Sasha correct, “I work nights.” FUCK! 

“So you’re not like a vampire then?” Mikasa clarifies, as if this makes all the sense in the world. Eren does look at her strangely for a moment before shrugging, “No, I’m not a vampire, although I could see where you’d get the impression from.” Mikasa pouts, how disheartening, hypothermia for nothing. “I just work night shifts usually at the hospital I’m a nurse too, I’m a year ahead of you though, I’m doing my practicum right now.” “Oh,” Mikasa murmurs and Eren chuckles, “I should actually really get back to bed to be honest.” Mikasa nods awkwardly as Eren trudges towards his bedroom. He gives her one last curious look backwards as he opens up his bedroom door, “You coming neighbour?” Fuck yes she is. That’s how Mikasa ends up sleeping with her not-vampire neighbour, strictly platonic of course, she was still a little hypothermic he was just warm. 

If there was some platonic touching who is to say, some groping, well no one needs to know. 

It was all just to get her nice and warm again, and as a student nurse she knows it’s important sometimes that happen from the inside out. 

[skin-slave]

🎃 This is my spooktacular mood board 👻 of creepy Halloween food that looks delicious 💀 and can decrease the absorption of oral medication. 🕸️

I just reminded my family to pls let me know if something has charcoal in it, so as a timely note... Charcoal is still fairly popular in black foods. It looks great. But charcoal absorbs stuff and takes it out of your body. If you take oral meds, anything from birth control to antihistamines, it can absorb some of that instead of letting it do its job. How much depends on when it's consumed, with what, and what kind of meds you take.

Is a cookie gonna send me into withdrawal? Nope. Do I avoid it anyway? Yep. Do I think it's good for you to know so you can make your own choices? Absolutely. 🎃

[sunlightandsuffering]

This oen started out more fun but honestly I got tired of looking at it!!

Showing up wearing matching halloween costume 

“Are you serious right now?” Mikasa asks, her voice infused with more attitude than she thought possible. Eren glowers back at her, “How about you, are you serious? I can’t believe you.” “You’re the one who copied my costume.” 

“Are you serious Mikasa? It was my idea.” “Absolutely not,” Mikasa argues back, “I was the one who said I’d make a really hot Cat Woman, and you wouldn’t be a bad Batman–” She is cut off as Eren takes a menacing step closer, nose to nose now, mask to mask, the green of his eyes shining murderously through his dark-night mask, “I was the reason we were watching Batman at all!” “So! You watch Batman all the time, that doesn’t mean you can have the credit for this–” “There’s no way you would have come up with it on your own–” “Would you two just kiss already?” Sasha comments from where she’s holding the door open, startling them out of their argument, “It’s getting cold outside, I’m tired of holding the door.” Eren steps inside briskly, and they continue to glower at one another as Sasha shoves her way between them to push the door closed firmly. 

She looks them over for a moment, before smirking smugly as she saunters past them, “You guys look cute, very couple-y, very in love, now shut up and have a good time.” The brunette disappears into the depths of her house and Eren’s scowl softens as he looks her over, “You were right I guess.” “I know,” Mikasa tells him haughtily, because of course she was right, she’s always right, and then in a quieter voice, “About what?” Eren laughs, genuine, happy, something she hasn’t heard in a while, something she’s missed. “You do look really hot in a Catwoman suit, Mikasa.” She tries her best to tamp down her smile, pressing her lips together as she looks down at herself, all tight leather, her legs encased in knee-high lace-up boots that she knows Eren would love to have wrapped around his hips. He has a thing for her in boots, especially in nothing but boots, or heels for that matter, and right now she’s checking all the boxes. 

Mikasa is infinitely pleased with his compliments as she runs her hands over the tight leather, “Thanks, you don’t look so bad yourself.” 

And he really does look good, a perfect match for her, the muscles under his faux armour real, not fake, and straining against the dark fabric. She knows every inch of Eren, and she knows exactly what’s hidden underneath that fake armour of his. 

He flexes jokingly and Mikasa resists the urge to fan herself, because shit, has he been hitting the gym more since they broke up? 

The words are slipping out of her mouth before she can stop them, she doesn’t want her batman left unattended on the one night every girl’s inner slut comes out, “I guess we can be a couple again for the night.” 

“You’ll allow it,” Eren teases her, leaning in a little closer, “You sure Mik?” Her breath comes out a little laboured as his palm finds her waist, curving over the leather knowingly, his hand fitting right where it always has, right in the dip of her waist, his other slipping down teasingly towards her ass, “Because I might have to do things to keep the ruse up.” 

She nods and Eren smiles wickedly, leaning into her neck, his breath teasing at the shell of her ear while his hand glides comfortably over her ass, “Things like this.” Eren gives her ass a squeeze, before he brings her leg up over his hip, wrapping it around his waist so he can tangle himself even closer and fuck this is why she never lets him get this close. 

She can’t think when he’s this close. 

“Or like this,” Eren hums against her neck, his teeth dragging over the line of her jaw, and she tilts her head up to give him better access, whatever he needs. 

“God Mikasa I forgot how easy it is with you baby,” He murmurs, kissing his way up to her mouth, and she sighs into him, giving up.

The kiss is hot, full of unchecked desire, and he kisses her with his entire body, pressing her up against the wall, one hand gripped tight around her waist, and the other still cupping her ass to keep her close. He devours her, lips demanding against her own and who is Mikasa to protest, she needs this just as much, she’s missed him with every ounce of her being. 

“Feel so fucking good,” Eren grunts against her, and there it is, his cock straining the lines of his tight batman suit, pressed hot against her core, just where she needs him. “Holy shit,” she gasps as Eren kisses his way down the line of her neck, fuck she’s forgotten what he’s like, how fucking good they are together. 

“Eren,” Mikasa groans against him, desperate already, it’s barely been a week since the fight, the ‘breakup’. 

It’s so ridiculous really, what they’d broken up about, utter stupidity, actually. And now here they are, a week later at the same house parts wearing matching costumes, borderline making out in Sasha’s front entryway.

Damn it she’s supposed to be strong here! She can’t give in this easily just because he looks hot in a batman suit! Without another word she presses a hand to his face, shoving it away and Eren makes a noise of affront. 

Mikasa carefully extricates herself from the situation before she can get any more tangled up in Eren’s arms, or lose her mind any further. She presses a final kiss to his jaw, “I think we’ll be fine without the pretending, Eren.” 

Then she walks away, leaving her ex or current boyfriend behind her, looking as confused as ever. “What does that mean, Mikasa?!” He’s whisper yelling down the hallway and Mikasa just smiles, jogging to catch up and she just tosses a smile back over her shoulder, “We’ll see.” “What does that mean!” 

She chuckles as she leaves in to head into the party, she is Catwoman after all, and he might be dressed as batman but maybe he’ll be the mouse tonight and she can do the chasing if she feels so inclined.

[frogshunnedshadows]

Almost finished sewing together the pants.... Did not expect to be saying that twice this Halloween season, but here we are. More hand sewing than I wanted (which would be zero), but it seems to have turned out OK. Time will tell – after they go thru the wash.

Had to re cut the fabric pieces for the collar, did them wrong originally : ( But they are ready to go now. Still have to cut a strip of fabric and make some DIY bias tape for the back of the collar, but that shouldn't be too difficult.

After its all sewn, and after it's all washed, and after I iron it, then we get to try a spray application (or two or three) of diluted fabric paint. Because it worked so well on the vest... >: |

[skin-slave]

Google: Velvet isn't like cotton, ok? You need to use the right size needle and be careful when you pin-

Me: haha glue gun go brrrrr

[skin-slave]

Bc I'm vain, here's my mad scientist junk:

I ran the first one thru a filter bc I don't believe in light. 🧛‍♀️ But I did get a better shot of the flasks and idk what kinda tubes but I like em. It folds flat. (Saying that feels like "it has pockets!" 😂)

Contents: part of a box, a canning jar lid, craft foam, soda bottles, the plastic cups out of an egg dying kit, paper, hot glue, acrylic paint, a glue bottle, a listerine bottle, the stick from the center of a roll of doggie bags, an egg carton, duct tape, the tubes from some bubbles, nail polish, a cardboard tube, paper mache, contact paper, an old rca switch box, and a lot of cursing.

[skin-slave]

What if I died and became both a spooky ghost and a spooky skelington?