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¤ DEAR GREAT PUMPKIN..._
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________________- ¤ answering Halloween wishes since 2010!


After the heat of summer ignited tempers into a furious battle of good and evil, the cooler temperatures of fall prevail bringing everyone together to celebrate this spooktacular time of year! The celebration of Halloween is marked by delicious scents, bold colors, copious amounts of sugar, and tales of a gourd-ly spirit who watches over the hauntings of the season.

The time has come around once again to wait out the night in your favorite pumpkin patch; it's the Great Pumpkin, Wishful Thinking!


Here's the deal~

¤ You may submit ONE letter. It doesn't have to be for you, either~
¤ No lists. Please specify ONE Halloween species in your letter!
¤ Don't submit a custom form with a 'Dear Great Pumpkin!' in front of it! Write us a real letter, folks.
¤ The letters are chosen and interpreted at the discretion of the participating staff; think semi-custom.
¤ These will be delivered on Halloween. The earlier you post your letter, the better your chances!

¤ Participating staff are as follows: Kiareii

¤ DEAR GREAT PUMPKIN..._
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__________________. ¤ an example letter

Dear Great Pumpkin, Pumpkin of Pure Amazingness,
Around here I'm known as Vistada, 2 years ago the man of my dreams and realities proposed to me. I said yes, and this year we finally have a rented home in a house. Our last place didn't allow the giving out of treats to children and finally this year we can!
This year I plan to wear a skin of a wolf like a Skin Walker, a ghoul or alive person who wears the pelt of an animal and can shape shift. And sit outside with my dog and fiancé and enjoy our engagement anniversary and Hallowe'en!

I chose a off-white grey colour for my pelt but I think that.. This Hallowe'en I would want a 'Werewolf' with dark fur, some off-black with green(Favourite) tribal markings on her fur, however whatever pattern comes to mind I'll definitely be happy.. If a blaze of white in her chest and face suits her well, I would be happy to see them.
On her pelt, will be up to you, however nothing to bright unless as a marking.

I hope to see your minions requesting sweets or a trick at my door finally!
A Ghoulish Friend,

Vis

Greetings to Mister Great Pumpkin... if he even really exists,


I'll be upfront and honest by saying that I do not quite believe you actually exist, and I seriously expect that the Gaian Postal Service will return this letter to my home in Barton as undelivered. In my near three hundred fifty years that has spanned across more than one dimension, I have not once laid eyes upon your greatness. Not only that, your name isn't even spoken in my homeland while the elf of the far north is celebrated every December.

Perhaps you would honor me some proof of your existence to bring back to the equally great nation that I hail from?

I don't want to sound too pick in this request for proof but.... We don't take too kindly to zombies where I come from, especially not after the last plague outbreak when the disease was even spreading to dragons. Imagine the horror of seeing the corpses of dragons rise up and... well, you get the idea. No zombies please.

And I'm afraid that if you give me a werewolf that the Queen herself will just confiscate him. While it is true that the vampire species dominates and rules the nation I hail from, it is also true that the few werebeasts that exists all serve as the personal guards for the royal family. I could not possibly hope to keep such a beast for myself.

And not a ghost either, it would be a great insult to my own ghostly familiar such that he would abandon me. He is a cat and while they make loyal familiars, this is true so long as the master is equally loyal to them by not dilly dallying about with other ghosts. Having ones familiar abandon you is just... a humiliation so great that the vampire may as well go fall on a wooden stake.

As such, I would like very much for you to send me a vampire of some sort. I am not too fussy about the details as to what he... or even she looks like. Just a little friend to share a glass or saucer of blood with and bring back home to show everyone that yes, there really is a great pumpkin.





PS -- I probably should add that all vampires of my lineage are very pale with gray eyes that have cat-like pupils. We're not that picky about the other details. I'm only mentioning this in case you'd like to make the little vampire look like it belongs within my family to avoid any confusion with my existing relations.

Dear Great Pumpkin,

You probably don't know who I am; this is the first time I'm writing to you. Other than that; I heard you're very generous.

I know it's probably a dumb idea to write to someone as awesome as you just a few hours after I woke up; I'm still pretty sleepy, but I wish to request a friend.

Leonardo is a little trouble maker, but he does seem a bit lonely sometimes. The problem is, I worry that a vampire or werewolf would be too dangerous; and a zombie would be kind of... smelly. I know; why don't I get a different friend that is not undead? Well, it's mostly because I think a ghost would be perfect for him! They could fade through walls and disappear from sight and reappear when they want to.

So, I'm asking you if you could look for a kind ghost. Maybe one that you look at and instantly think of chilly wind or a light mist. Maybe it can also have light blue cheeks that look like blush and really bright eyes? Sorry if none of that makes sense; I'm terrible at explaining.

Thank you for reading this little letter,
JessicaH123

from the desk of Amelia S. Thorpe aka Bloody Mary -- therapist to the delusional and criminally destructive

This letter was written by one anemosagkelos on my recommendation. As of late her sudden disinterest in All Hallow's Eve and an intense flare of hatred towards you, Mr. Great Pumpkin, has manifested in alarming tendencies and as a professional I feel it is my duty to forward you a copy of said letter to warn you that your life may be in danger. I really must insist that the use of the word "may" is quite unprofessional of her as it gives you the unadulterated hope that you may escape with your life intact. I do intend to make sure that does not happen unless you meet my very reasonable demands. And I must clarify that while Miss Thorpe thought this was a recommendation, it was written in the prophetic sense that it may very well be a deathbed request. ~ ane

Dear Not-So Great Pumpkin,

All the effort I went through last year in protecting your brethren and kin -- all of it -- went completely and utterly unappreciated by you. And I realize that under the wonderful tutelage of Boss Lady Dova -- of course my own talent was a splendid help -- I have been spoiled in believing my efforts would be rewarded but that is truly no reason for you to not even send me a bloody gold star! (Or even a packet of candy corn...) Which has left me only one option Mister-Completely-Pathetic-Squash: revenge. But not just any old revenge. Minion revenge!

Of course it wouldn't be proper minion revenge without a few minions of my own participating. Bindi may be a bloodsucking vampire but she's going to paint all your pumpkin friends with blood and mud and their own guts. And then the oblivious Kiareii will turn them into pumpkin pie and pumpkin bread and pumpkin fudge (I'm told by someone this is a thing and it's delicious but I'm more interested in making you cry!) and whatever other pumpkin delights she thinks of. Kalyca and Otaktay, my bloodthirsty werewolves, are going to make your lovely gourdfriend (gourdwife? See, we're so out of touch I don't even know if you're married or if you're living in sin like a good pumpkin should!) into a chew toy. And then you, my once-upon-a-time-friend-now-enemy, get to be flanked by the ghosts, Adara and Arenui, who will sing to you for days and days upon days and nights and nights upon nights -- forever honestly. By the time you are driven into insanity's arms the real fun will begin. You see, my non-Halloween (but more demented and efficient at collection) wish Annis had a litter and they're going to want to say hello to their Great-Great Uncle (although let's be honest, you're a Pathetic Failed Uncle at the moment). Then maybe Mordechai (he's only a ram) Oh wait, no, he's on reserve for the Patriotic Turkey should that fool cross me...

Now I am sure that all sounds survivable but you see those are only the parts I'm telling you. Surely you understand that no intelligent evil doer would tell you their entire plan. This is not an episode of the week nor am I a monster of the week. Although really it is always fun to reveal a plan and laugh at the goody-two-shoes. However as I have since been anesthetized to the sensation of beheading and gutting (really still a bit bitter about that), it's become a necessity to tell them the wrong plan. But on to the demand portion!

I want a vampire. I know, I know, you're baring your great gaping jagged maw and exclaiming: "But you already have a vampire!" And you are right but goshdarnit I need another one. I have two werewolves, two ghosts, and -- zombies are not my thing (I babysat one once and it fell apart in a pile of mess... I never did find the right leg and that ear we borrowed was supposed to be returned last Christmas) as maintenance induces too much confusion -- thus it's only right that you, to make up for all the misdeeds you have committed against me, find a suitable vampire. In fact, I think you should make it look like me and have included a picture for inspiration. (Black, red, a splash of gold, and ... you know I don't know what color this hair is really but it's got awesome bloody tips!) Now whether you paint it or create it or disfigure it or carve it up until it looks like a rusty key, I don't care. I want a vampire and that's that.

See, reasonable demand. (Although if you want to slip me some Reese's Peanut Butter Cups and some Hershey's Bars and maybe some Peanut Butter M&Ms and Candy Corn, I might be mollified by a fairly high enough sugar rush that any revengeful plots against you could be put on hold for a few years. If not, well the vampire will buy you some time. And really it's the least you can do for ignoring me completely.

Now if you'll excuse me, my father -- splendid whenever he deigns to show up -- has caught a bird and I'm just dying to introduce it to my cat. And then maybe later I shall start a toasty fire for the neighborhood tater tots to keep warm (oh why bother kidding) burn to a nice golden brown!

Revengefully,
anemosagkelos

P.S. I'll give you bonus points if my vampire likes heading into dark free-blood cafes and absorbing deep words. No enclyclopedia junkies though (have you seen their withdrawal episodes, urgh). Only emo poets. Caves and woods are so last century.