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#ship: trick and treat
ava-ships · 1 year
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Zardy and Carmen for spooky month
(Reblogs are encouraged, pr0shippers dni)
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wearycow-art · 1 year
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Velma (lesbian) Dinkley everyone
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pettyloudmuffin · 27 days
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Friendship ended with the "Shut Up and Kiss Me" and "Not Really Listening While Staring Lovingly" tropes.
Now "Listening, Asking Questions and Engaging in An Actual Conversation" is my best friend.
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bestiehaver3000 · 7 months
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if i had a working brain id make a proper post but ough doing typical teen/kid stuff uve never done when u were "supposed" to with ur f/o because we cant have u missing out on fun stuff and its never actually too late and they love having fun with u anyway and. my vision do u see it
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sapphicdib · 5 months
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Trick or Treat?
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LMAO I HAD THIS IDEA AND…CHERRYBOMB SOUR CANDY!!! the doomed yuri of halloween candy
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lightbulb-warning · 6 months
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Hewwo ive come for a kokichi saihara candy combo because a friend pitched me danganropa via showing me kokichi and i am now insane and need an escape. Which seems unlikely. Happy halloween to the funny blorbos
not doing requests, there's no picking the candy you get! :P
good luck with escaping your personal blorbo brainrot hell and happy halloween!!
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elliemyrah · 5 months
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A Spooky Vamp
Here's to @inkmoller a scary trick with a sweet treat to end it.
This was for @sweetcircuits srmthfg trick or treat exchange
I wanted to give Gibson a bit of a silly nature cause I think we don't see that enough. Antauri loves his bf for trying so hard hehe.
I hope u enjoy your trick and treat Ink! 🧛🏽
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hella1975 · 1 month
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idk how to feel about the atla live action show but I just saw that the guy who’s playing zuko mentioned zukka in an interview and I’m kinda foaming at the mouth, going feral at the moment
ENOUGHHHH. T-MINUS ONE DAY
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thepenultimateword · 1 year
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Trick or treat! :D
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Thanks for the writing push! Have a treat!
CW: light blood, remembrance of an attack, vampire attack
"Good evening, your excellency!"
The curtain rings squealed along the rod and a stream of pale moonlight flooded the vampire's face. They groaned, flipping over onto their face for several seconds before finally peeking up from their pillow at the primly dressed figure at their window.
"Can you ever offer a little warning?"
"Forgive me," their servant said, dipping their head dramatically, "was 'good evening' not enough lead-up? I thought you'd be the expert of warnings by now."
They gave a little shrug, tagged by a grating little 'huh', and strode to the tea table, plucking the lid off a wide porcelain bowl with a puff of steam. They peeled one of the cream-colored hand towels from a stack, shaking it out with brusque, careful hands as they moved to the vampire's bedside.
"Are you ever going to let that go?" the vampire sighed, pressing their face into the warm humid fabric in the servant's hands before accepting it into their own.
"Hm...am I ever going to die? Breakfast or hair first?"
"Hair." The vampire swung their legs over the bedside and wobbled over to the vanity seat, more out of habit than actual need. As always the looking glass only reflected the room behind them. "Have you ever thought of leaving since you hate me so much?"
The servant picked up a brush and began dragging it through the vampire's thick black locks. "Not much of a resume. 200 years at the same job? They might think I don't know how to do anything else."
They said it with a chuckle, but the vampire picked out the mournful undertone. That little seed of guilt started sprouting in their chest again. Though they still couldn't quite bring themself to regret their actions. If they could go back in time, replay it differently, maybe they would've asked, but they still didn't see themself accepting a no. They were twisted like that.
"At least it shows consistency," they offered. "Dependability. Loyalty. Employer's like that sort of thing."
The servant sectioned the hair off into three parts, beginning a loose plait down the vampire's back. "I'm not sure I do know how to do anything else. Don't touch those."
They swatted at the vampire's hand as they played with the rows of carefully displayed hair ties and pins. Today's selection included a silk onyx ribbon, a pair of long rose quartz pins, and a set of emerald hair rings. A matching emerald collar chain sat just out of reach and ready for when it was time to dress.
"Emeralds?"
"They bring out the color in your face." The servant picked up a pin and slid it neatly into the top of the braid. "No one's seen you in a while; you don't want to shock them with your corpse skin."
"Ah. And where is it I'm going?"
"You're meeting with the governor today. To talk about a protection agreement."
"And you decided this, did you?"
The servant let the second pin scrape along the vampire's scalp. "Were you going to do it on your own?"
The vampire stifled a wince. "You know how I feel about people."
"A vampire without a purpose is a vampire on the chopping block. You make them restless. The bonds of a deal will keep them from doing anything stupid. Besides, you keep the land clear anyway, you might as well be acknowledged for it."
The vampire sighed deeply. Their servant was right. As much as they disliked mortals with their quivering shoulders and fast rabbit hearts, this was the best way to remain unbothered in their reclusive lifestyle.
"What time?"
"Just after noon." The servant hooked the last hair ring and immediately turned back to the tea table. The vampire pivoted in their seat, watching as they poured the red-tinted water and spooned their usual two teaspoons of sugar.
"You could do something else," the vampire said. "If you wanted."
The servant shrugged. "I'm good at this."
They pulled out the dining chair, and the vampire quietly rose up to accept it. They sipped the warm drink, feeling how it temporarily heated their chest cavity before gradually icing over. The sweet spiciness of the sugar, and the cloves the servant had probably steeped in the water, was offset by a sharp metallic flavor. The vampire closed their eyes and savored the delicious aftertaste. Their servant always could make the unseemly bits of being a supernatural creature more elegant.
The servant's eyes pricked into the side of their face, intent, piercing. The vampire never forgot what they were, but they did sometimes forget that they were the same. That nothing but the flimsy rules of class etiquette kept their servant in their role. They could turn at any moment, in a flash of fangs and raking nails, and perhaps this time the vampire would lose. They'd never lost to any of the creatures they kept at the edge of the forest, but they might lose to their equal.
"You know, some people choose lovers to spend their immortality with?" the servant said finally.
Some of the tension in the vampire's shoulders relaxed. "I had no use for a lover."
They still remembered that first day in their room, the utter terror of standing in front of the mirror and having no face looking back.
Who's going to take care of me?
Perhaps it had been a silly thing to strike them. Especially as their first worry since being turned, but they genuinely couldn't think of anything more terrifying. When they were rejected, and surely they would be rejected, they would be alone, and who was to help them then? Not a family member, they were as blue blooded as them; even if they were turned, they'd never fed themselves, dressed themselves, or made up their own hair. And with no way of seeing themself anymore, those certainly seemed like necessary skills for a helper to have.
The choice of eternal partner had been obvious. And with their new identity at growing risk of discovery, hastily made.
They got up early, just as the fingers of dawn scraped the sky, and lay in wait behind their door until those familiar steps sounded down the hall. The door creaked, the usual morning greeting chirped…and the vampire pounced.
They remembered very little of the exchange, it had all been too fast, too heady with their first taste of blood. It only could be recalled in pieces: a cry, a struggle, shattered tea cups, a dark tea stain on the carpet that was probably still there. Then quiet.
They had thought they’d killed their servant. They were so limp and so still, and the vampire had had only their own traumatic fate as instructions. But then suddenly the breath came again and the feverish pain of change set in, and when the servant awoke in their shared cell, exorcists and experts prodding useless cure and concoctions through the bars, they were not the same as before.
At least when they were outcast, it was together.
And at least, as their feelings grew bitter and their demeanor more sharp-edged, they stayed.
The vampire shook themself from their thoughts. “Are you coming to this meeting?”
“Who else would tell you what to say?”
“See,” the vampire pointed at them, “that’s something you’re good at. Talking people into things, using eloquent words, you could be a politician.”
The vampire didn’t know why they were pressing this. They didn’t want their servant to go. If they had no one else 200 years ago, they certainly had no one now. Maybe giving them options soothed their persistent guilt. Gave them some false belief that turning the servant hadn’t been such a prison.
The servant chuckled. “A politician with fangs? I’m sure that would go over really well.”
“Just a thought.”
The servant poured a second cup of tea—their first breach of etiquette—and slurped it loudly—their second. They were still master and servant, but somewhere along the line, harsh, defining borders had softened into companionship.
“I’m fine with my job,” the servant said, setting down their cup into its saucer. “I simply wonder sometimes.”
With a slight nod, they retreated to the door, probably to bring in today’s outfit. They paused a moment with their hand on the knob, door just cracked.
They looked over their shoulder, fangs peeking through something almost grimace, almost smile.
“I don’t hate you.”
Then they were gone.
Master Taglist: (I’m sorry, I posted prompts for so long that I forgot I had a Taglist! If you’ve already seen this snippet, I apologize!)
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lostlegendaerie · 5 months
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trick or treat (again!!!!)
send me a trick-or-treat and I'll write you a mini fic!
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Edgeworth studies the mug. "It's very nice," he manages after a moment. "The handle is comfortable."
"But of course," Klavier purrs. "I was assured by the lady in the shop that it would be most suited for a man of your age and stature, da?"
"Indeed." He taps his fingers along the side of the mug, enjoying the sound of keratin against porcelain. "And the... word on the side?"
"No idea. English is not my first language. But you would understand it, I was promised." He grins, a million watt record-breaking smile. "Have a good day, boss!"
Edgeworth waits until the other prosecutor is down the hall before he gets up, locking his office behind him, and heads towards Phoenix Wrights. Of anyone in the building, this is the only man he can ask and trust to tell him the truth... and is also the only one remotely in his same age bracket.
"Wright," he calls, knocking on the open door frame to signal his arrival. "A question for you."
The defense attorney looks up from his desk, as well as his two office mates. "Yeah? What's up?"
Edgeworth clears his throat. "Do you think I am a... dee-eye-el-eff?"
Phoenix Wright goes as red as Edgeworth's favorite jackets, as Apollo makes a noise akin to a car engine trying to start when the exhaust pipe has been packed with peanut butter.
"A... DILF?" Wright wheezes.
"Apparently. I assumed you would know, being one yourself." He turns to Apollo and Athena who are in various stages of hysteria. "What?"
"I have to leave," Athena says, smothering cackles behind her hand, the other hand clutching her phone. "I'm calling 911, I can't handle this, I have to leave."
Suspicion sinks in, and Edgeworth frowns. "I see. I shall look up the definition myself, then--"
"No, no, no, don't do that, not on your work computer." This finally gets Wright to act, standing up from his desk as Apollo stumbles after Athena, gasping for air between splutters. "Jesus Christ. Okay. Give me the context, and I'll help you sort it out."
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artaxlivs · 5 months
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Trick please!
MUAH HAHAHA *rubs hands together. How 'bout a little crossover then - Buffy Summers/Clint Barton. Fun fact: Buffy Summers is canonically 6 months older than Clint Barton. Both 1981 babies 💜
Sure, Halloween brought all the crazies out but this guy was really weird. He was sporting vampire fangs but no cape or dark clothes. His clothes were honestly a little dated, like he hadn't been shopping for a decade. Clint had followed him all the way from the circus tonight. Now, he was leaning against one of the larger statues in the park, "Hey...." he sort of slurred.
"Drop dead - oh wait, you already did." A pretty blonde snapped at him before proceeding to quickly and efficiently kick and then stake his ass before Clint could even intervene. He was impressed. Even more impressed when she turned and zoned in on him immediately, "You next?"
"No, I'm cool." He held up his empty hands, "I'm just a carney, here with the circus." Clint waved at the still settling pile of dust she'd just killed. "I'm not whatever he was."
"You're with the circus?" She said in a slight valley girl accent, disbelief evident. "What are you - a clown?"
He laughed, easily vaulting off of the tree branch he'd been observing from. "Nah, I'm an archer." He may have preened a bit. "My act is called The Amazing Hawkeye - maybe you've heard of it."
"Yeah....no. Probably not amazing if you have to tell every one before they even buy a ticket."
Ouch.
Just as he was about to list off all of his amazing feats, the girl flipped the wooden stake still in her hand and threw it like a missile just to the right of Clint, he followed it's trajectory as it sank into a woman's chest and she exploded in a cloud of dust. Which he promptly inhaled.
"Oh *cough cough, gross, what the fuck." He coughed and gagged, trying not to think of the bits of person in his mouth and throat. "I got some in my mouth!"
"Vampire. You'll be fine." She shrugged one shoulder, "Amazing from what I hear."
She was so rude. Clint was half in love.
"Hey," he coughed once more, "You've got great aim...wanna go shoot targets?"
"Well, normally Halloween is supposed to be vamp free but it never seems to work out that way." She eyed him, "You any good with that bow strapped to your back?"
Clint smirked, "Amazing, actually."
"Let's go shoot some targets then, loser buys breakfast." She spun another stake in her hand and holstered it like a revolver.
Yeah....Clint was definitely in love.
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riddlerosehearts · 5 months
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i know it's past halloween when i'm posting this, but as a vildia shipper i've been thinking a lot about what vil and idia would do together for halloween--ignoring the existence of the halloween event that we already have--and since i imagine them getting together post-book 6, when ortho has joined the film club and idia is trying to be a better brother to him and be less of a shut-in overall, i think it's a lot of fun to imagine the two of them taking him trick-or-treating!!
i think ortho has tried to get idia to take him trick-or-treating before, but every year idia always says no because he thinks going around to a bunch of rando's houses to get candy is scary, lame, and pointless (they can literally just buy candy at the store, after all!) and he has too many special halloween events to play in his video games anyway. so one day during a film club meeting a few weeks before halloween, ortho offhandedly mentions this, saying he's always wished idia would take him trick-or-treating, and vil decides to talk to idia about it. it actually doesn't take much for idia to agree that yes, it is wrong of him to stay in his room all day when his little brother wants to spend time with him on a holiday, and he absolutely should do it this year, no matter how nervous the thought of it makes him.
he asks vil to come with them, and vil initially says no because as much as he enjoys the aesthetic of halloween, he has a certain reputation and image as a celebrity that does not include doing such childish activities at the age of 18. but idia gets him to change his mind by convincing him that, actually, a lot of his fans would love to see photos and videos of him taking a little kid trick-or-treating because it would be gap moe! a term which vil understands without explanation thanks to idia--and he can see how such a thing just might actually be good for his image, simply by making him seem less otherworldly and unrelatable. so, he agrees, and the three of them spend the next several weeks trying to make their costumes absolutely perfect.
they really go all out, and they have a ton of fun with it. idia's costume has a mask that he keeps on at pretty much all times, so that keeps him from being nearly as nervous as he thought he'd be... except for when ortho gets so excited that he tries to just blast off from house to house without him or vil. but, he and vil both are incredibly happy to see that ortho is so happy, and throughout the night idia's ego gets inflated from all the compliments the three of them get on their costumes, and he and vil constantly exchange snarky comments under their breath about the quality and craftsmanship, or lack thereof, of the costumes and decorations they come across. they collect tons of candy and idia makes sure to add a special attachment to ortho's gear to allow him to actually eat it. vil started thinking he was too old for trick-or-treating a long time ago, but he ends up being pretty glad he went, especially when he sees all of the positive reactions from his fans on magicam.
i also think that before and after the trick-or-treating, ortho would hang out and do halloween stuff with his fellow first years while idia and vil take some time for themselves! the first thing they would do is that idia would introduce vil to one of his favorite survival horror video games, one that has a 2-player co-op mode, and vil might take a bit to get the hang of it but would ultimately really enjoy playing the game with idia.
later at night, they cuddle up and have a bit of a halloween movie marathon. based on idia's love of pumpkin hollow, he's definitely into horror movies, and i also think vil is as well, since he was directing a gothic horror for the film club in silver's PE uniform vignette and then based pomefiore's halloween costumes on gothic horror aesthetics. so, vil would get idia to watch his favorite classic gothic horror film, idia would force vil to watch pumpkin hollow (which vil did not think he would enjoy based on idia's description of its story, but by the end, while he still found it a bit silly, he was able to admire its craftsmanship and creativity and see why idia loved it so much), and then they decide to wind down and watch something more lighthearted. they pick howl's moving castle and idia compares howl to vil several times during the movie, which vil briefly gets annoyed by but then uses as an opportunity to tease idia back.
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madmanwonder · 5 months
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Prompt
Ash goes trick or treating, and ends up in Serena's place. When he says that he wants one of those Kisses, she takes it that he wants the non candy kind. She does love him, so she is all for giving him that.
Trick or treat
Ash was walking up to the latest place for his trick & treat endavour. The house he recongize was his old childhood friend house and sitting on the front porch chair was none than other than Serena dressed like a liepard, holding a bowl of Kisses which was his favortie..
Ash: Trick or treat give me a kiss or-
Serena: -Ok!
Serena threw aside the ball of Kisses to the side nad proceed to kiss the everlasting aura out of her love interest with all of the withhold passion and love she held for the dense idiot.
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superbattrash · 5 months
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Trick or treat!! 🦇
A treat for the treat of my life <3 <3 <3 (that sounded way better in my head)
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"And why, pray tell, am I wearing this, again?" Bruce asks, pulling at the tight collar.
"Because you can't always be a dinosaur," Dick tells him as a matter of factly. He's running around the room, helping everybody get ready, but then again, it's easy for Dick to move around freely when all he's wearing is a small cheerleader outfit. Bruce doesn't want to know why he's wearing the skirt and Kory is the one in the pants. He doesn't need to know; he doesn't even want to think of asking.
"I'm not-"
"Sorry, you can't always be a T-Rex or triceratops or whatever," Dick waves him off.
"That's not-" Bruce tries to argue but then Dick places a pair of bunny ears on top of his head. "Why this outfit?" He tries again.
"Because it suits you," Tim comments from where he's squeezing into a maid's uniform. Another skirt. Bruce has a bad feeling about this.
"Drake is right," Damian chimes in and Bruce nearly swallows his own tongue. Damian agreeing with Tim? Perhaps he should cancel the party and go lie down. Maybe drag his youngest to the cave to run some tests first.
"Is it not customary for the rabbits to accompany a billionaire?" Damian asks when Bruce doesn't reply. "This being a switch of genders and all?"
"It is," Jason says with a terrifying grin on his face. Bruce purposefully doesn't look at him. He doesn't need to see which type of skirt Jason is wearing; he's pretty sure he'll faint any minute now. "Which is why dear old dad needs to be the perfect bunny for his handsome billionaire."
"Do I even want to know who my handsome billionaire is?" Bruce asks hesitantly.
"Selena, duh," Tim says just as Damian goes: "Mother, of course."
"Oh," Dick then says. "I invited Clark."
"This is a switch party!" Jason argues. "Clark can't be the handsome billionaire!"
"He can too!" Dick shoots back. "He's a handsome billionaire widow. See? That's him in the black dress."
Bruce nearly breaks his own neck turning around to see exactly what type of black dress Clark is wearing. And then he feels all color drain out of his face - and not for the reason he was expecting. Clark is indeed wearing a skintight black dress (and good God, how the hell did the boys convince him to wear those heels?!) but that's not what has Bruce start sweating.
Right next to Clark stands a tall figure, glaring daggers and looking absolutely gorgeous in a bright red miniskirt.
"Why is Khoa here?" Bruce chokes.
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misssprinkles · 6 months
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Ok, so weird question, but do you ship ryo x embry?
....is it bad if I do?
I dunno i worry that its bad to ship the bc they are both kids
But like they are so cute
And I can definately see it when they are older
ALSO THERE SHIP NAMES PERFECT
LIKE EMBRYO WTH THATS SUCH A COOL SHIP NAME
I actually used to ship them both in a polyship with Necrotary, but then I realized Sunny x Necrotary is apparantly a thing
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sunflawyer · 5 months
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Trick or treat!
~ @fated-selfship
"Hey there, fella! Happy halloween!"
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"Have a joyful one! Here's some treats for ya!"
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og post here !!!
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