[veridian]

mork

[gold]

Merk

[gouache]

Prompt #1:
It's almost Halloween! Draw or write about the Kalon picking out or in the process of making their Halloween costume.

Ocha tries on her coffee-cup costume! Whilst not amazing (and, not exactly comfortable) she personally thinks it's really funny.

[smol ken]

Bismuth




Trying to measure yourself for a costumes and failing be like

[naumachy]

Mark

[clastlog]

Prompt #1

(I will be using my boy Arsen for this prompt.)

Blue felt, check. Blue thread, you betcha'. Hot glue gun with a box full of cartridges, present and accounted for. Fake fangs..huh? Arsen paused his ministrations, peering into the plastic shopping bag once more. There was no sign of the vampire fangs.The only things it contained was a liter of fake blood, colored foam, and a pair of button eyes. Had he forgotten them at the store? Arsen did a double take, he had everything except for the sharp teeth and markers. He had forgotten the markers too?? Arsen groaned, of course he did. Three days until Halloween and he hasn't even started his costume yet. There was bound to be a few flaws.

Arsen slumped back into his chair, blowing begrudgingly at a stray lock of hair as it brushed against his forehead. Well, at least he could get started on the body of the costume. He planned on being a bloodied shark for Halloween. I mean, who isn't afraid of sharks? Arsen leaned forward, his back arching at an odd angle that he would surely regret later as he went to work on his outfit. Measuring, cutting, gluing, and sewing the felt together like a machine. He worked feverishly, only taking breaks for snacks and coffee. (Extra cream and extra sugar might I add.) Arsen was in it to win it, he had been competing for years in whatever local costume competition he could find. This year he and his mate Daryl had travelled into the midst of one of the biggest Halloween themed events Arsen had ever had the privilege to see.The grand prize was a two ticket trip to Rome, and you'd be wrong to assume that Arsen would just pass that chance up.

Arsen never noticed his mate returning home in the late hours of the night, nor did he notice that he had sewn a portion of his shirt sleeve into the shark's dorsal fin. After about twenty four hours of straight labor Arsen dropped his sewing needle and put down his glue gun. His hands shaking with controlled delight. His one true master piece was done. A shark body suit complete with a manual jaw and detachable tail. He finally finished it, now he could go to sleep knowing that he's got everything he needs to win. It was a comforting thought. Arsen yawned tiredly, getting up from his chair to stretch and almost instantly plopped back down, legs too weak to stand. He instead sleepily hugged the costume to his chest.
"My baby, my son," he murmured, nuzzling the shark's head with a look of hazy adoration. "Sleep well, sweet prince." and with that, Arsen passed out. Cheek still pressed firmly against his creation, arms hanging limp at his sides. It was almost picture perfect, except for the drool.

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[rnirai]

prompt no. I. : quin decided on the very overused creative costume: nudist on strike - he needs to put on some clothes tho.

[angelshy]

It's almost Halloween! Draw or write about the Kalon picking out or in the process of making their Halloween costume.

[sapiosexual]

ssslides in

[Sharkie.]

Parker
Treecat

Prompt #1
Parker and Treecat walked side by side, silently enjoying each other's company as they walked to the boutique. Neither of them could really think of anything scary to be for Halloween, so why not go fancy for once? Besides, last year's costumes were disastrous. Treecat got her fake antlers stuck in a tree and nobody recognized Parker's charmander costume. Yeah, this year a different route would have to be taken.

With her wife lost in thought, Parker gently laid her hand on Treecat's shoulder and slowed her to a stop. "We're here, honey," she said softly. The brown and white kalon snapped out of her daydreams and smiled, hugging Parker for just a moment. They walked into the small store together, hand in hand.

Pacing through isles, they took turns pointing out things to wear for Halloween. Lacey white dresses with jewels, tiny red dresses with elaborate designs, flowing black dresses with spiderweb-like fabric covering an otherwise open back. After a few minutes of this, Treecat rushed off. Parker was used to this -- her darling had a habit of running off for a few moments if she had a good idea, in order to check if it was possible. She returned quickly, carrying two dresses and a large amount of thread. She spoke loudly, b trying to raise her head above the lump of fabric in her arms. "I have an idea! I can sew these together and we can go as a two-headed monster"

Parker grinned. "That sounds great, Cat."