In the town of Richmond, Halloween was surrounded with more anticipation than Christmas. It was a small town that rarely saw the sun and most people drove right on through with barely a stop at Mrs Hewlett’s bakery - even though she did bake the best savoury muffins. The people of Richmond weren’t vehemently proud of their small slice of the world but nor were they eager to escape. Some younglings left when they came of age but most returned after a few years in the world when realising there was nothing it could offer that their hometown could not. The only time Richmond showed any pride was during the Autumn months but especially the month of October.
Richmond was beautiful in the Autumn. A picturesque country bumpkin town that smelled of pumpkin spice and looked like the road was ablaze with fiery leaves. Mrs Hewitt would make her famous candy apples and Dr Arnold would become well acquainted with the cavities inside the children’s mouths. Richmond may have slept for most of the year but as the seasons began to die the town would come alive. It was the only time of year people were intrigued to stop should their journey cause them to pass through the town. In contrast it was the only time of year no resident in Richmond welcomed outsiders. They didn’t like the idea of city folks ruining their Halloween festivities. The people of Richmond were not a lot of things but they loved their traditions even if there was only one they upheld.
Most tourists that stopped in the city during October were normally grossly intrigued by what the people of Richmond saw as their landmark. Their Eiffel Tower, I once heard someone refer to it as. Something so peculiar and near disturbing a lot of those interested would soon turn away and leave behind tire tracks as the only evidence of their presence. The residents of Richmond liked those people.
The sight that both repulsed and intrigued was a field of pumpkin headed scarecrows that stood guard over nothing but the town itself. Rows upon rows of different shaped and styled scarecrows as far as the eye could see. All of them surrounded by a low wooden fence that acted more as a warning that any actual defence. The people of Richmond knew not to tread those fields but it was a warning too subtle for non natives.
The story I tell you now was not witnessed by my own eyes and therefore I cannot guarantee the accuracy of it. I can, however, vouch for the look of pure terror in Anna Langton’s eyes when she confessed all to me. Moments before they dragged her away to the nut house. Do not let Anna’s demise take validation away from her words but I also caution you against following in her footsteps.
Michigan, it is September. It is the time of cool breezes, apple picking, scarves and crunching leaves, pumpkins and open windows. When I can pack away the hated tanks and pull out my cardigans and boots, enjoying the brief period of time when the weather is perfect before winter hits.
After a slight delay, our Fall/Halloween Wax Melt Collection is now available on our Etsy! Whether you love spoopy skeletons, or want to stuff every pumpkin flavored object in your face, this is the collection for you!
Scents included are:
Mad Fairy: Absinthe
Spoopy Creppy: Candy Corn & Pumpkin Crunch
#PSL: Pumpkin Spice Latte
Skeleton War: Chai Spiced Apple Cider
Each Wax Melt Clamshell holds 3oz of wax. Label Art by HehDesigns.
Imayoshi series and 2.5k collection A/N: man this really put me in a good mood
If someone had told you months ago that you would be holding hands with Imayoshi Shoichi while he tried to avoid children climbing up his legs in a pumpkin patch, you would have blinked in disbelief and burst into laughter.
Nevertheless, the said man was tugging you towards a stack of pumpkins in an attempt to hide from the preschoolers insisting that your boyfriend was a tree.
“Are you laughing at me?”
“Yes. Who wouldn’t laugh at Imayoshi Shoichi being lessened to nothing more than part of a playground?” You smile at him as he growls, shaking strands of his hair away from his glasses.
“Other people think I’m terrifying.” He huffs as he ducks behind a bale of hay heaped with a wide variety of pumpkins. Leaves crunch underfoot as the children run through the rows of vegetables, searching for both the perfect pumpkin to take home and Imayoshi to jump on.
“I’m sure they do.” You tease. “I, on the other hand, have known you for far too long to be frightened.”
Imayoshi shoots you a grin that implies you should think otherwise right before a preschooler walks around the bale of hay, squeals gleefully, and jumps on him. Your boyfriend barely catches him before the kid nearly crashes on to his lap.
Soon enough, he’s being chased again until the group of parents call out to their kids, rounding them up and thanking Imayoshi for playing with them. You were sure that you saw his eyebrow twitch, giving away his annoyance, before he answered with a polite smile.
“You’re not too bad with kids,” You taunt with a grin. “I wonder what you’d be like if they were-”
You shut your mouth, realizing what was on the tip of your tongue. Imayoshi stops walking, turning his head towards you, eyes darkening.
“What were you about to say?”
Shaking your head, you tug on his arm and make sure that you’re looking at anything but his face. But in that special way of his, he draws your eyes back towards his masked ones.
“You’re Imayoshi Shoichi.” You mutter angrily, frustrated with yourself. “You probably already know what I was about to accidentally say.”
His eyes only gave away that yes, he did know the exact words that were about to tumble out of your mouth. And that you two weren’t ready for that conversation. But nevertheless, he sits down, leaning his back against a particularly large pumpkin and motioning for you to sit down.
The two of you sit in silence, before he cuts through the heavy air with “How long have we known each other?”
“More than ten years. For the majority of our lives.” Your fingers twitch as they automatically find his.
His eyes lower. Imayoshi’s defenses had always been high, and he rarely lowered them. And you weren’t sure why you were one of the only people who saw behind that tall wall of his.
“Why is it that I don’t care about people, but you’re an exception to that?”
“You’re the only one who can answer that, Shoichi.” You reply quietly, knowing that if you proceeded to make a jabbing comment, his defenses would raise in a flash.
He presses his lips against your temple, and you respond with a brush of your mouth against his. Fingers gingerly tangle themselves into hair as he allows himself a weak moment. Taking advantage of it, you straddle his lap as he pulls back for air.
“We’ve known each other so long,” He murmurs. “Maybe that’s why I can’t see a future without you.”
Your eyes widen as you comprehend the meaning of that statement. Imayoshi Shoichi, the one who was scared of love, was thinking of a future with someone. Heartbeats reverberate in your chest as your lips crash into his, hands locking around his neck. His fingers trace your spine, pulling you closer, encouraging you to grind against him, eliciting a moan from both of your mouths until-
“What are you doing?!” The farmer of the field yells out, spitting and looking furious. “Honestly, youth these days!”
Your mouth opens, trying to come with an excuse and realizing that the effort was futile. Imayoshi quickly apologizes before you pull him away from the field, fleeing.
“Told you that you should be scared of me.” His infamous grin flashes across his face as his normal defenses fall back into places.
“You idiot.” The nickname for his rolls off your tongue as he chuckles.
Since we have been sick these past few days, i started to get a bit restless in the evenings….. so I dug through our recycling pile and started making these little recycled cereal box pouches, these fit a pair of earrings or necklace PERFECTLY and it looks adorable with a few sprigs or feathers for an extra little perk. So if you have ordered something recently, dont be surprised if you open your package to find… another package made from rice crispies cereal box scraps < 3
All i did was cut the cereal box into sections, fold them, tape them down ( would look way better with washi tape) and then stamped them with some handmade stamps! Super simple and helps keep down the recycling pile. Next batch will be cinnamon toast crunch and pumpkin flax cereal box pouches : )