Protip, don't rush on a really nice because of procrastination bc p r e s s u r e

I drew Cass as like a witch (which I'm sure is overly done but I had zero ideas tbh) and Scout (who is probably also an overly done character) in an angel costume bc she's a fluffy angel

I messed around with a lot of options on this one tbh haha but I mean it looks nice

Also, I hope I got her all her stitches correct??? She has a lot it's hard to keep track sometimes lol

Here's a one shot I wrote between the two bc I got kinda bored:

Casanova absentmindedly thumbed her necklace and smiled at the undead girl who sat cross-legged on the ground, stuffing her face with the candy she had been given (which was a slight mistake on their part, but it's not like they knew the consequences). "Scout," she remarked softly, but was able to grab the girl’s attention, her head tilted in a large angle to look at her. "You might want to slow down on those sweets. You're going to get a stomachache."

Scout frowned, continuing to stuff yet another Twix in her mouth, the outside of it stained with what she had already wolfed down. "But Twix are too yum yum to stop!" She held up a Twix with a chocolate stained hand as if to demonstrate their holiness and Casanova gave a small smile at this gesture, Scout quickly unwrapping it and stuffing it in her mouth, flinging the wrapper onto the ground with the others.

"Yes, that may be so, Scout," she replied quietly, sitting down beside her and setting the broom down flat, "but if you don't stop now, your stomach is going to hurt."

Scout frowned deeper and crossed her arms, staining the white angel dress with her hands. Her pouty face soon turned one to alarm when her stomach rumbled and she gave a soft groan.

Cass," she whined, starting to clutch her stomach,"the yum yum is turning bad bad!"

Casanova took on a concerned face and rubbed soothing circled on Scout's back to calm her. "Alright, I think we should get you to bed before you eat more and possibly die."

She tugged at the handle of her pumpkin trick-or-treating bucket that was filled with candy, but Scout jerked it away, frowning and glaring at her as if the stomachache was forgotten. "My Twix! No takey takey."

Casanova let out a long exhale and inclined her head to the ground, the witch hat sliding on her head. Between Scout's stubbornness over Twix and her stomachache, getting her to bed would be nearly impossible.

"I am prepared to get no sleep," Casanova remarked with finality, already feeling the exhaustion that the morning would be bringing.

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That writing was nice I like it

Happy Halloween everyone :)

kreiigon