❝ spring for flirting but fall for the untamed delicious wild things ❞

[medievalism]

{ an autumn mixer }

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𝑳𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒔 🍂

[medievalism]

What's autumn without the brilliant leaves putting on one last beautiful display before the desolate grey of winter? Are you faking leaves? Riding a bike around town to collect the most lovely of them? Maybe you're diving into someone's pile of leaves and ruining all their hard work. Woops! At least you're having fun!

Elyas

[dissolutus]

Autumn. Elyas' second most favourite time of the year, only just behind springtime (and tied with both winter and summer). He loves the delightfully refreshing chill that's in the air and all the warm smells it seems to bring with the humans trying to combat it. All of their big, hearty meals and their soups and their hot drinks with all of those cozy smelling spices in them. He really enjoys all of the comfy clothes too, as well as the fact that his nice, cozy winter coat starts coming in at this time of the year.

Perhaps the best part of autumn, though, is the flora in its various states and forms. Various types of flowers that only bloom in the autumn and, of course, the leaves. Oh, the leaves! All of the colours, the smell, the sound of them crunching underfoot (especially late at night when everything is so quiet and the crunching of the leaves is the only sound) and the way they feel when he picks them up and crushes them in his hands. He just adores everything about them.

And it's for that very reason why, while out, he scoops up handfuls of leaves to crunch and then toss, occasionally hopping up in the air to grab leaves straight from the lower hanging branches of trees. He also stomps through some of the crunchier looking leaves on the street with a bright, wide grin on his face the entire time. The moment he spots an unattended pile of leaves that some human has raked up but not yet bagged, though, the fox's entire face lights up and he bounds off to run through it. And lay down in it. And roll in it. And generally be a menace to that pile of leaves.

ℱℯ𝓁𝒾𝓍

[exceptonlyacat]

If Felix were asked to pick a favorite season, he wouldn't be able to. There's so much to love about all of them. In fall, he loves the leaves and the way the air gets cooler (prompting his fur to get a little thicker and his little cat body to grow fatter!); the warm scents of cinnamon and pumpkin spice and of fires burning in fireplaces. And the leaves! Felix loves the leaves! They colors, they way they drift so gently to the ground, the piles of them that are so very comfortable to nap in when there's no tree stump or sunny patch of soft grass to be found.

Oh, but a sun puddle shining on a pile of leaves? That's heavenly!

So please be careful before you jump in that oh-so-tempting pile of leaves. You may find a little cat sleeping there.

𝑨𝒑𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒔 🍎

[medievalism]

Of all the fruits for autumn harvest, apples may be the most prolific. You can head down to the local orchard and pick a bushel or two with friends and family. Maybe you use those apples to bake a delicious pie to make (and eat) the perfect candy apple. And who doesn't love bobbing for apples at a seasonal party?

𝒲𝒾𝓁𝓁

[floralias]

Will doesn’t enjoy the chill creeping into the air. At least autumn is tolerable for him (most of the time) thanks to his many and varied big fuzzy sweaters. It’s not until winter that he becomes a proper hermit, after all, cold can actually hurt him. For now, it’s not a problem so he’s able to enjoy some of the common fall activities. Up and down the streets, the leaves are dropping their leaves and their fruit. He happens to be out walking his pets when he comes across a makeshift stand put together by some local kids where you can “build your own” candy apple! No way Will’s passing that up! Sorry, dear pets, you’re going to have to wait until Daddy’s done making sweets!

From the way his face lights up, he may as well have been a kid, too! There’s a small buffet of extras to put on the apple after coating in caramel and he’s humming thoughtfully while looking between the nut crumble and the little candy bits. Anyone who knows him knows the candy pieces are going to win out. Annnnnnd…. That’s exactly what he dips his apple in next, bouncing on the balls of his feet with excitement as he does so.

chrissy ★

[pompom]

[ very open to all! assumed cr is ok. let's give her a happy au! mild warning for recovery for a history of disordered eating ]

"Would you hand me the eggs?"

Chrissy's trying her hand at baking today. After being scolded so many times, and being passive-aggressively manipulated by her mother her entire life, she's finally taking those first few steps in reclaiming her own life. With the leaves changing colors, so will she, starting with making her very first pie dough in her tiny apartment by the community college.

She's smiling, already dusted with flour, strawberry blonde hair messily tied back with elastic. There's a shy giggle laced through her words as she finishes slowly stirring the dry ingredients. "Cm'on, I can't do this on my own!"

𝑷𝒖𝒎𝒑𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒔 🎃

[medievalism]

Of course, pumpkins can't be forgotten! Spend a crisp autumn afternoon at the pumpkin patch finding just the right gourd. Bake pumpkin pies, indulge in your pumpkin spice fix, or carve that squash up into the scariest (or silliest) jack-o-lantern on the block!

ℐ𝓈ℯ𝓊𝓁

[vowelsinyourheart]

If there’s one thing Iseul loves more than designing and making clothes, it’s his gardens. While the flowers of spring and summer fade, it’s the time for his autumn-blooming beauties to shine. The chrysanthemums and dahlias, goldenrod and stonecrop, pansy and cockscomb, petunia and sneezeweed all bursting to life in time with the changing of the trees. Not only was the beauty of the season appealing to Iseul, but it was the time of year when his peoples’ power began to overtake that of their Seelie brethren. Not that that mattered much to him. The games of the Courts were little to him, insofar as they rarely affected him directly.

Though he didn’t reside at his estate full-time anymore, he always opened his gardens for others to tour. Of course, in addition to the natural beauty found there, he made sure they were decorated for the season. The lanterns along the paths were covered over with cutaways to cast haunting shadows all around. Iseul himself carved ornate jack-o-lanterns to light the footpaths and entertain those who might be interested in them. Maybe closer to Halloween he’ll hire some actors to be zombies in his hedge maze. They can double as aid for those who can’t find their way through (which, honestly, was most).

𝑺𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒇 𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓🧣

[medievalism]

This is it! It's the time of year you've been waiting for: jacket weather! Dig out all those warm and fuzzy socks, cozy sweaters, that scarf collection that's been languishing in storage since last year. Bust out the boots and gloves and cute puff-ball hats. It's time!

Death

[beforetime]

It wasn't winter which pulled him out the most often but it didn't have to be. For right now he was just here to look at how the world had changed. The different colors, the warmth of the smiles as people enjoyed new flavors and such. It was fascinating to say the least. A look into how the mortals around him lived and found wonder in the little things.

He looked like anyone else really. Though those that might fear death could probably feel a sense of foreboding when looking his way. Still, he didn't seem to notice, just walking the street and stopping to look into a shop now and then. It seemed like he was somehow a cross between model and businessman but with a quiet solitude to him.

Sensing he was being watched, he turned to look at who it was with a mild curiosity.

neon ★

[hackr]

It's not like Neon doesn't have anything to do. Sure, he's not at university like the rest of his peers, but he's got a lot going on with his online gigs. Being a trust fund baby doesn't hurt either, but that's not the point here.

He's bothered all his friends for a little time and attention but with most of them in the full swing of the semester and the others juggling their jobs, he's left to wander aimlessly just to get himself out of the house. The city does look nice and he pauses to take photos of the turning leaves.

As someone who mostly dresses in all-black streetwear, he doesn't look especially autumnal save for the scarf wrapped around his neck. Or the scarf that was wrapped around his neck before it the wind loosens it and tries to take it away from him.

𝑩𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒆𝒔 ☕

[medievalism]

Pumpkin spice is in the air! Go indulge in that coffee you've waited all year to come back to your local café. But don't forget cider for those evening autumn festivals. Or mulled wine. Or all the beer you can drink at your local spin-off of Oktoberfest!

𝒟𝒶𝓁

[bagelbites]

[ This character comes with a blanket content warning for references to sex work as he is a sex worker. They probably won't be explicit without prior CR, but just throwing that out there. ]

The cooler weather was such a relief from the scorching heat of summer. It was nice to feel like showering was actually effective for more than the first three minutes after walking out his door. The humidity tapered off and a crispness replaced it in the air. It made Dal’s habit of wearing layers much more tolerable, too. Shirt, hoodie, coat over that. He’s the sort of person who would have a vast collection of scarves and cute hats that looked like different animals if only his situation were a little different.

But there’s a downside, too: Dal’s almost always cold. Even in the height of summer, he got cold quickly (hence the love of layers). Luckily, the local diner wasn’t far away and the biggest cup of piping hot coffee didn’t cost a lot. He wasn’t a huge fan of fancy coffee drinks: just regular old coffee with a little milk and sugar was good enough for him. Dal spent a small fortune on skincare products and makeup, he wasn’t willing to do the same for his caffeine habit.

It’s late afternoon by the time he actually gets to the diner – he’ll probably be there several more times over the course of the night now that it’s getting cooler. He enjoyed the way the heat permeated through the paper cups to keep his hands warm (far more effectively than just shoving them in his pockets). Clutching the cup in both hands, he turned to push the door open with his butt, almost swinging it open into the next patron walking in.

“Oh! I’m sorry,” he exclaimed in thickly accented English.

lark ★

[gaietes]

It's October at Lark's place of work, Duets Karaoke, which means the weekends are full of costumed groups either singing in the main bar or renting private rooms. This means lots of orders for their autumn drink specials and this especially means lots of tips. Lark is pretty happy about both of these things.

Friday night and things have really picked up after 5 PM, which means they've got Lark running back and forth from one private room to another, balancing trays of drinks and refilling water jugs. With the bartenders attempting to fix their frozen drink machine (pumpkin spice cocktails are waiting!), Lark also has to manage the room check-ins.

The bat wing headband he wears seems to flap anxiously as he tries to keep himself afloat, flustered and half paying attention when someone taps his shoulder.

"Sorry?"

𝑯𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒏 🕸️

[medievalism]

Autumn and Halloween go hand-in-hand. How are you going to celebrate? Are you trying to have the spookiest house on the block? Maybe you're out trick-or-treating or visiting friends in your amazing costume for their annual Halloween party. How about a haunted hay ride or a creepy cemetery tour after dark, spoopy!

Chasin

[kinglydreams]

Halloween? Never heard of her. But creepy shit was a blast. Mainly because it was all so fucking tame compared to some of the stuff he usually saw. Which honestly meant this was a fun little break to life for the time being. He could go hunting for some bounty sure but sometimes it was great to take a break and just enjoy the sights.

Namely a haunted hay ride. Sometime he needed a partner to go with. Stupid but whatever he'd just grab someone.

Spotting someone alone, he grinned and went over to tap a shoulder. "Hey wanna have some fun?"

lissa.

[insistently]

Halloween for a moroi vampire is admittedly rather amusing. After traveling outside of the grounds of school and the town adjacent to it, Lissa and a few trusted friends have made their way to a party for locals, all of whom remain unaware that there is a whole community of vampires and their protectors living just across the border.

They come across a medieval tavern decked out in Halloween finery with fabric ghosts in the windows and lights strung across the bartop. It's easier to blend in here, especially when she has a black mask, hair pulled back into a sleek ponytail, clad in a figure-hugging jumpsuit. There are, of course, cat ears atop her head to complete the look. Not the most creative, but it was the best she could do having learned of this outing only yesterday.

Having fed beforehand, she feels entirely at ease in the crowd, though she does feel a little annoyed at having to wait so long to order a pumpkin-flavored beer. (The tavern does not have fancy cocktails.)

"Pardon me... hello?"

Janus 🚀

[collimation]

There's a calendar on Jan's communicator that is dedicated entirely to keeping track of the passage of time on Earth because there are a few things he always makes sure to fly back for if he gets the opportunity: one, Valentine's Day (people are desperate), two, Christmas (it's just pretty), and three, Halloween, because-- well. Because it's Halloween. People are slutty on main and no one bats an eye and who is he to deny himself being one of them?

The city he's chosen this year has shut down a three-block-long stretch of road so that people wander from business to business (read: bar to bar) without having to worry about getting mowed down by a car because they're maybe slightly inebriated. Jan's found himself a hilariously inappropriate ~sexy spaceman~ costume to wear, complete with a pair of shiny silver shorts and a cropped "space jacket". It's so stupid and Jan laughs every time he sees himself reflected in a window.

His butt looks good, though.

Bottle of pumpkin spice liqueur clutched in his hand, Jan marches up to the first person he sees who doesn't look otherwise wholly occupied and taps them on the shoulder before lifting the bottle when they turn. "Cheers?"

ℳ𝒶𝓉𝓉𝒽𝒾𝒶𝓈

[thedevilsaid]

Maybe it's completely and utterly cliché for a demon to adore Halloween, but here we are. Matthias enjoys so much about the holiday; mostly it's the sense of unbridled freedom that people seem to experience. There's a growing love for the holiday because of its carefree nature and lack of obligations. And, apparently, even grown adults like to play dress-up.

And who is Matthias to judge them for that? He has a good time seeing their creativity (and he'd be lying if he said he wasn't a fan of whatever 'sexy' version of mundane things people come up with).

Unfortunately for him, Matthias' apartment is high up from the ground so he doesn't get a lot in the way of trick-or-treaters. So, he's claimed the roof again to throw his own little Halloween shindig. There's a sign he made outside the building advertising it to anyone who passes by. Does it matter if they don't know him? Not at all! They'll know him once they pop up onto the roof. He tapped arrows with little encouragement like 'you've made it this far' and 'you're almost there!' all through the building's halls.

Once on the roof, any visitors will be greeted by the sight of so many glowing jack-o-lanterns carved into ornate faces and scenes. There's a table with a variety of foods: mostly candy, charcuterie, and crudités. There are also drinks, hot and cold as well a variety of alcoholic beverages. He would've hired a bartender, but this is all sort of.... not approved of by the building management.

There aren't any chairs, but little cushions and blankets around for people to rest and relax on. Oh, and who could miss the Bluetooth speakers situated all around pumping out everyone's favorite creepy songs. Hope you like Thriller and the Monster Mash. Whenever someone new appears in the doorway, Matthias is there to greet them, more often than not already pressing a drink into their hand.

𝑭𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 🦃

[medievalism]

Gobble 'til ya wobble with a feast for your nearest and dearest! Make sure you thaw that turkey out well in advance or your meal will end up being a smorgasbord of side dishes (which, depending on who's doing the cooking, might not be a bad thing!).

finn ★

[closeness]

Finn isn't sure how he was invited to this Friendsgiving. Between wandering, work, and cram school in hopes of getting into university, he's been rather busy and even worse at texting people back than usual. Thankfully, the invite came when his phone was actually charged!

Alongside the pumpkin spice cake he had made with help from his friend and mentor, Claire, he brings a little potted verbena to be placed outside a window or on a balcony. Looking ready in a mustard sweater with his hair freshly combed, he lightly taps on the door with his foot, his arms full of gifts for the host.

"Hello?"

ℒ𝓊𝒸𝒶𝓈

[candybomb]

Lucas love, love, loves cooking! Big meals are his particular favorite and he honestly doesn't care who he's feeding. Friends, strangers, anyone with an appetite is welcome at his table. What did he make? What didn't he make! The scent of turkey and ham fills his townhouse. There's mashed potatoes, sage stuffing, carrots with rosemary, corn, greenbean casserole, yams, dinner rolls, a variety of pies to choose from...

He left his front door propped open, occasionally poking his head out to beckon people inside in case the delicious smells weren't enough of a lure.

"Pull up a seat, you're more than welcome here!"

𝑭𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒇𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒂𝒍 🔥

[medievalism]

Day or night, there's always plenty to do at the fall festival. Shop local artisans' booths, sample the wide selection of snacks and treats, make your own apple butter to take home, help create a scarecrow, get lost in the corn maze. Once it starts getting dark, enjoy an evening hay ride. Gather around the bonfire after the sun's set to make smores and enjoy cider.

Paio

[timidcuriosity]

He had never been to a fall festival for obvious reasons but he'd been brought here to explore the wonders of it. Then promptly put down onto a hay bale to wait while food was gathered. This meant he was nervous and had his eyes glued to the one brought him, chewing his lip and waiting like the good boy that he was. It was hard though for sure. Because he didn't really know where he was or who all these people were. Not to mention new sounds that kept making him jump.

At least the smells were nice. Despite all his anxiety he did keep lifting his head to sniff for that to see what they were. All while never being able to tell since they were so new.

Squirming, he stretched his neck just hoping he wouldn't have to wait much longer...

𝑨𝒏𝒚 𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒖𝒎𝒏 𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝑰 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒐𝒕

[medievalism]

Choose your own adventure! Couples costumes, curled up by the fire on a rainy day, &c! Go to town, have a blast!

𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 ℴ𝓃ℯ'𝓈 𝒻ℴ𝓇 𝒮𝒾𝓁𝓋𝒾ℴ

[waitingtobegin]

Silvio’s been nothing but understanding when it came to Simon and all his hang-ups. He didn’t pry, simply waited with unending patience for Simon to feel comfortable to explain himself. Knowing that Silvio wasn’t put off by all his baggage certainly made opening up easier. Over many months their friendship evolved, slowly, into something a bit more emotionally intimate.

Could it be that Silvio’s the first person Simon’s actually felt safe with?

That’s how he felt when Silvio whisked him away to his house in the woods. That’s how he felt the first time Silvio took his hand. When every instinct told him to pull away, to conceal everything, Silvio’s kind nature only urged him to open up more. Now they were somewhere in that nebulous place where they weren’t just friends, but they weren’t really together either. That was still too big of a leap for Simon to take.

But he wanted to do something to show his appreciation – no, his affection for the other. So he waited until Silvio was out to set his plan into motion. With the weather turning cooler, curling up by a fire seemed like a wonderful way to spend an evening. Simon’s learned a few things since he started living with Silvio: getting a fire started in the fireplace was one such thing. Surprise! The city boy can be taught! When Silvio returned, the fire was blazing, two cups of coffee sat within reach and Simon waited for him under a warm fleece blanket on the couch.