horrible costume

"I'll give you on chance..."

After a successful dungeon our party consisting of a half elf, a half orc, and halfing, went back to town to sell the loot we got, except our half orc who works at the local pub. My halfling managed to sell her stuff to a gnome but our half elf wanted to go to a higher class place to get more money… then this happened.

The merchant greeted her wonderfully and complemented her. Then Kal got his attention and he’s all, “Oh, hello child.” Kal got mad. The whole rest of the transactions were like this and he kept getting worse. Finally she got really mad.

Me: I summon a flame and if threaten to set his perfect hair on fire!

DM: You’re not serious are you?

Me: I threaten to set his hair on fire! *Rolls for intimidation* I got a… 3.

DM: He laughs at you.

Halfelf: I have a high intimidation, I could do it.

Halforc: I’m coming back over there.

Me: No! He’s been very rude! High class guy or not that’s horrible costumer service! I’m setting his hair on fire! *rolls*

DM: Please don’t-

Me: I got 20.

DM: *does facepalm*  I’ll give you one chance NOT to cast it on him.

halforc: Don’t worry I got this. I drag her out of there before she can cast it.


20th October : “Little Bee

This was supposed to be about both of them, but I kinda got distracted by the idea of a smol John wearing a bee costume ;w; sorry;;;
But hey at least Sherlock is taking care of him well~

For @tokyoangel1000 ~ thank you, I hope this isn’t too disappointing lol

Check out the rest of my Costume October ^^

Little Red and the Big Bad Wolf

Modern AU

Thomas Jefferson x Reader

Author(s): Lil Laddie

Words: 1544

Warnings: Swearing, implied smut, kissing

A/N: Happy Halloween! I hope you all have enjoyed Spoopy Week! There may be one or two more Halloween imagines up today, but still it is sadly the end of Spoopy Week! Love you all!

“My Halloween party is going to be great! You coming, (Y/N)?” Alex asked, his face covered with a wide grin.

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world! Who’s going?” You asked, smiling just as brightly as he was.

“I invited pretty much everyone we know.” Alex said.

“Even Eliza?” You asked, wiggling your eyebrows.

“Oh, shut up!” Alex yelled, his face turning a bright red.

“Don’t be embarrassed, you two are cute together.” You said, causing Alex’s face to grow an even brighter red.

“Stop!” Alex covered his face with his hands.

“Hey, Hamilton!” You stopped your teasing to see Jefferson approaching the two of you.

“What do you want, Jefferson?” Alex growled, glaring at the puffy haired man.

“Just wanted to ask you something about your Halloween party tonight. Is it a costume party?” He asked, shifting his eyes every so often to look at you.

“Yes, it is and you better be wearing a good costume.” Alex said, rolling his eyes. “What a stupid question. Why wouldn’t a Halloween party be a costume party?”

“Wait! You invited Jefferson?” You asked in horror.

“I said that I invited everyone we knew.” Alex shrugged.

“I didn’t think that included him!” You exclaimed, pointing at Jefferson.

“I’m still standing here.” Jefferson said, watching in distaste at the exchange between you and Alexander.

“I noticed.” You rolled your eyes.

“Chill, (Y/N). I invited him to show him that I throw the best parties and that he could never out do me.” Alex smirked at Jefferson.

“I never throw parties.” Jefferson said, raising an eyebrow at Alex.

“Exactly.” Alex nodded his head, looking very proud of himself.

“Don’t you have a meeting right now?” You asked Alex, looking down at your watch.

“Damn it! Thank for reminding me. See you tonight!” Alex called over his shoulder, beginning to sprint down the street.

“So, what are you dressing up as tonight?” Jefferson asked, his eyes still on Alex’s retreating figure.

“Why do you want to know?” You asked, ready to defend yourself.

“Just curious.” He shrugged, turning to face you.

“I’m not sure yet, I’m not as lucky as you.” You said, watching Jefferson’s face contort in confusion.

“What do you mean?” He asked, his head tilting slightly.

“You don’t need to buy a costume. Your horrible personality is terrifying enough.” You shook your head sadly.

“Wow, (Y/N). That was low.” Jefferson glared at you.

“Yeah, I know. See you tonight, Jefferson.” You turned and began walking away. Jefferson’s eyes not straying from your back until you turned a corner.


You arrived at Alex’s house when the party was already in full swing. You were only a half hour late, yet it looked as if everybody had already arrived. You smiled at those you knew, as you pushed your way through the house.

“(Y/N)!” You heard a girl scream from across the living room.

“Eliza!” You squealed, racing into the girls open arms. “You look adorable.”

You grinned at Eliza’s costume. She was dressed as Sandy Dee from Grease and from where you were standing, it looked like Alex had dressed up as Danny Zuko.

“Oh, thank you! I didn’t think Alex would actually be okay with dressing up as Danny Zuko.” She blushed, glancing over at Alex. “But, I love your costume! You’re actually matching someone that already came.”

“I am?” You looked down at your costume. “Someone dressed up as an old lady?”

You were dressed as Little Red Riding Hood. You couldn’t think of a single costume that would match this. An old lady? A lumberjack?

“No silly, he’s dressed as the Big Bad Wolf.” She grinned, winking at you. “Maybe the two of you could hook up tonight.”

“Hm, maybe. That does sound a bit kinky though.” You smirked, winking back at her.

“Oh my God, speaking of the devil. Good luck.” She hugged you again, quickly walking to Alexander’s side.

“Looks like we’re matching.” You turned, your face inches apart from the man dressed as the wolf.

“It would seem so.” You said, studying the man in front of you. He seemed distinctly familiar, but you couldn’t put your finger on it.

“Would it be rude of me to hope you didn’t bring a date to this party?” He asked, smiling at you.

“Why would you not want me to bring a date?” You laughed, raising a brow at the strange question.

“Because I was hoping that I could spend the majority of the night with you.” He laughed with you.

“I would enjoy that very much. Want to go get a drink with me?” You motioned to the kitchen.

“It would be my pleasure.” He held out an arm for you to loop yours through.

The two of you got shot after shot. You never ran out of things to talk about, and agreed on many topics. That didn’t mean that you disagreed on some things, but even then he was able to be very respectful of your opinion and try to see it from your perspective.

Talking to him seemed like one of the easiest things you’ve ever done. As the night was drawing to a close, you grew sad. You didn’t know if you would ever see him again. You hadn’t even learned his name yet!

“I like you a lot, wolfy.” You smiled, leaning slightly on him.

“I like you too, red.” He kissed the top of your head lightly.

“I’ve honestly never felt like this with someone before. Is that weird of me to say?” You looked up at him, slightly nervous to hear his response.

“Not at all, I feel the exact same way. I’ve never been able to connect with someone this easily.” He intertwined his fingers with yours.

“I don’t want this night to end.” You sighed, watching people say their goodbyes.

“It doesn’t have to end. Would you like to come home with the Big Bad Wolf?” He smirked.

“I would love too.” You smirked back at him, the two of you walking hand in hand past a very shocked Alexander. “What’s his deal?”

“I have no idea.” You could see Eliza having to hold back Alexander from running straight at you. The look of horror on his face was unforgettable.


You slowly woke up, the sun blinding your eyes. The sun never shined in your room like this. You shifted slightly in the bed, the sheets feeling softer than normal. You shrugged it off, nuzzling your face deeper into the pillow, only to feel it vibrate with a laugh.

“Well, good morning to you too.” A deep voice rumbled in your ear.

You shot up in shock, looking around at your surroundings. This was most definitely not your room. You heard another chuckle from behind you. You slowly turned around, to be face to face with Jefferson.

“Jefferson?” You asked, your eyes widening.

“Hi.” He smiled at you. The surprising thing was, it was a genuine smile, not one of his smug smirks.

“How did we end up here?” You asked, fidgeting with your untamed hair. Unconsciously trying to get out the knots.

“You wanted to go home with me. Will you stop messing with your hair? Trust me you look beautiful.” He reached out and grabbed your hands gently.

“You’re the wolf?” You looked down at how easily the two of your hands had intertwined so easily.

“I thought you knew that…” Thomas started to trail off, you could see pain flash through his eyes.

“Um, no. Did you know it was me?” You asked, beginning to slowly play with his fingers.

“Yeah, I knew it was you when I came and approached you.” He watched with a small smile as you played with his hands.

“So we…” You trailed off, beginning to stare at his shirtless chest.

You don’t know how you hadn’t noticed that before. To say the least, it was very distracting.

“Yup…” He stared at you sadly. “I’m sorry to have put you in this position, (Y/N). I just assumed that you knew it was me and I hoped…”

“You hoped what?” You asked, looking at the bed. It was too hard to look him in the eyes.

“I hoped that you liked me as much as I liked you.” He sighed, slowly peeling his hands away from yours.

“What if I did like you back?” You asked, slowly bringing your eyes to meet his.

“What did you say?” He asked, perking up slowly.

“If I liked you back, what would we do? Cause my best friend hates you. Not to mention, that we constantly argue. I’m not sure if this would even work out, but what if I did like you?” Thomas slowly inched towards you, his face becoming inches from yours.

“Then I say, what the hell? I like you, you like me. This may not be love, but if it is, isn’t it said that it’s able to defy anything?” You could feel his warm breath on your face as he spoke.

“Then, I like you. I like you a lot, Thomas.” You smiled, shifting your eyes from his, to his lips.

“Good, because I’ve liked you for way too long now.” He grinned, slowly closing the distance between you.

Everything, LMM/Reader

Prompt: Prom night with your best friend is the perfect night for Lin to get something off his chest.

Words: 2,725

Author’s Note: Prom season is upon us (at least, for any high schoolers out there!) and this is inspired by that (and by my own prom a bit, although none of this happened to me and my group saw Civil War after)! Hope you enjoy this 2.7k fluff fest.

Warnings: Nothing? If there’s anything please tell me.

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“Good God, Lin.” You mutter as he strutted into the living room, coat tails flapping behind him.

Your parents laughed and clapped at his entrance, snapping as many pictures as they could at the event. It wasn’t the exact image you had had of your prom as a kid, but you certainly weren’t putting up a fight.

Watching your best friend strike a few poses in his rented tux, hair gelled halfway to hell, holding a delicate flower in a plastic container in his hand was so much more than what you had pictured.

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“You don’t need to buy a costume. Your horrible personality is terrifying enough.”

“That’s funny Raphael, you’re still not going to get out of this day.” You roll your eyes at the scowling vampire and continue to drag him through the store with you.

He always made such a fuss about it, though you two had a great deal going on. You provided him with whatever information he needed on the shadowhunters in exchange, he had to spend one day with you every week. While it may looked like a you got the shorter end of the stick, that wasn’t the case. Raphael could be incredible chatty, especially when he was bored. And you got a talent for making just that happen, besides his company wasn’t the worse.

“I see nothing.” He says as you step out of the dressing room.

You flesh him a smile, showing off your plastic fangs, “I’m dressing up as you this year, grumpy teenage vampire.”

“I am hundreds of years old, leader of the vampires in this city and not your pet or source of amusement and if you keep running your mouth like that, I can think of a few ways to make you shut up.”

“I sure hope so.” You smirk, shooting him a wink before pulling the curtains to your cabin close.

During photo op:
Mark: *sees me in my Cas costume, pulls a face, and makes “get away from me!” motions*
Me: I know, I know. Can you hug me, anyway?
Mark: No! YOU hug me!

Later during autographs:
Me: Hi Mark!
Mark: Hi how are you?
Me: I love you!
Mark: Aw, you’re so sweet. I love you, too. *signs the photo and gives it back* Horrible taste in costumes, though

Spoopy Halloween Starters:

“Guess who got two tickets to the doggy-Halloween-costume parade?”

“I will dress up as literally anything else, but don’t make me wear this..”

“Well, now look what you did! This is the third haunted house you got us banned from!”

“I do so have a costume. I dressed up as you.”

“You’re not going to make me carve this pumpkin all by myself, are you?”

“I think we should have matching costumes this year.”

“Oh my god, I think the crystal ball is working!!! The spirits are telling me you’re a dumbass.”


“Your opinion on candy-corn offends me.”

“Yeah, well they were out of men’s costumes so..”

“Did you hear there’s a masquerade ball this Halloween? Let’s go!”

“What exactly are you supposed to be dressed as…?”

“You don’t need to buy a costume. Your horrible personality is terrifying enough.”

“Normally, I’d apologize, but considering you were the one trying to sneak up behind me and scare me, I’m not that sorry about giving you a black eye.”

"Look, I’m telling you we shouldn’t go to the haunted house for your own safety. I hit when I get scared.”

“I’m telling you it was a ghost!!”

“But.. trick-or-treating was OUR thing…”

“Candy’s so expensive… Do you think the kids will want life-advice instead?”  


The Lothbroks had lived on the other side of the streets since you were a little kid. Your parents quickly became friends and somehow you ended up in between the mess that was their sons. 

All of them meant trouble, each a different kind but they grew on you over the years. Ubbe was like a real big brother, always kind and understanding, never failing to listen to your problems. Ivar once beat the shit out of a boy who dared to make you cry. Hvitserk and Sigurd had made you laugh again afterwards. 

You wouldn’t want to miss them for the world, though today was one of these days you’d rather smack one over the head than anything else.  

“You don’t need to buy a costume. Your horrible personality is terrifying enough.”

 "Don’t be jealous because I’ll be looking better than you tonight. This Halloween party calls for the perfect outfit.“ 

“Hvitserk we’ve been in here for hours!" 

"Because you’re not much help and only whine the whole time. You’re a girl, shouldn’t you love this? I could easily have taken Ivar along, even he wouldn’t have been that bad." 

"Oh you didn’t just say that!" 

His eyes wander off, suddenly focused on something else. A huge grin spreads across his features as he heads into the direction of his newfound goal. 

"How about matching outfits?” He smirks, looking at you while pointing to a pile of clothes. 

You had no complaint about the male version. A proper costume consisting of a robe and a hat. Yours was a crystal ball together with something that looked like cheap lingerie. 

You pick up the ball, holding it to your ear, “Oh my god, I think the crystal ball is working! The spirits are telling me you’re a dumbass.”


Hi, hello. This is the first time I’m writing for Peter and, honestly, I’m really not too sure about this? I had this idea that would not leave me alone and I just had to sit down and write it all out. This is definitely not my best work but, me being me, I started to outline a series I want to write; go figure. This takes place PRE Civil War and Homecoming, btw, but after Uncle Ben dies. I also beta-edited this myself so there are chances I missed stuff. Sorry!

Summary: Offering to be Spider-Man’s personal tailor couldn’t be all that bad, could it?

Warnings: Some profanity in there, somewhere.

Words: 2.7k.

GIF belongs to me. Y’all can use it tho, I really dgaf. Just credit me somewhere and we’ll be golden.

If there was one thing you hated more than the sweltering blaze of the sun beating down on your back, it was the humidity that often accompanied the heat on a hot, summer day.

Sweat dripped down the side of your neck and rolled down past your chest, adding to the building pool forming inside of your bra cup.

Of all days for you to finally splurge and purchase the sewing machine of your dreams, it had to be on the hottest day of the year thus far.

Slaving away the majority of your summer vacation in cramped, second-hand bookstore, you had finally managed to save enough money for the sewing machine you had had your eye on ever since you passed it in the window of your local fabric store. While it wasn’t state-of-the-art or new by any means, it was yours. A sense of pride swelled beneath your chest as you lovingly gazed down at the hefty box perched in your arms.

The only negative was that it felt like it was made out of bricks and was nearly three-times the size of your head.

“Okay,” you muttered to yourself, resting the box down at your feet as if it made out of the most fragile glass, “twenty second break.” The muscles in your arms were screaming in protest from hauling the sewing machine from the store to the subway, and back to your house. Maybe you should really pay more attention in gym instead of half-assing your push-ups when your teacher wasn’t looking.

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My church had a trunk-or-treat event and this year I decided to dress up as Tord from Eddsworld! So happy Halloween from a twink dressed as a twat!! :33

*waits patiently for someone to comment on how awful my costume looks and how bad my accent is*

I’ve lost my daddy

I really can’t create titles.

Summary: Phil works at a holiday site, working onstage and introducing acts and entertaining the audience. Dan has a son- who is lost.

This is based off Haven holiday site (in England) if you’re wondering.

Words: 1041

Warnings: Lost Child- but only like losing your mum whilst shopping lost.

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