#Between Tricks and Treats

[parisoonic]

trick or treat

You get a bad joke. What a treat! (trick??)

[ragnarokhound]

Trick or Treat! Thank you for sharing all your wonderful writing!!

Happy Halloween! Thank you so much for reading, I'm so happy you've enjoyed! <3 (holds jaytim up like the potato: i just think they're neat)

Okay this response got long so it's going under a cut, haha, enjoy!!

The curse is cruel. "You really think that you're a better Robin?" Jason sneers. His blood coats Jason's fist. "A better Robin?" Tim echoes through bloody teeth.

"That's what I said, pretender. Haven't you got any words of your own? You have to steal those from me too?" "Steal? From me too?" He gasps. The questions burn his mouth like acid, frustration and rage held prisoner by his traitorous tongue. Jason's brow furrows, then smooths in the space of an instant. "Pathetic," Jason taunts, abandoning confusion for disgust and disappointment. In a sharp, painful crack of his fist, the world goes black before Tim can agree. *** "How long has it been?" Jason says. It's been years. Smoke curls between the gaps in his cupped hands as the brief burst of flame dies to an ember, glowing vermillion at the end of his cigarette. "Long," Tim answers with a sigh. He can't even sign his own words, his hands always twisting into shapes first held by someone else's mouth. By the last person who spoke to him. The railing of the fire escape is icy beneath his elbows. He should have worn a thicker jacket, but he didn't have time tonight. Jason is leaving in the morning, and Tim wanted to see him before he goes. This new thing between them, this friendship on the cusp of something else— is fragile and hard-won. Tim wants to nurture it, to see if the warmth roiling under the surface can be coaxed to blazing life. Jason shuts his lighter with a snap. His shoulder is warm against Tim's. Tim watches him breathe in poison, and envies the poison. "And no one's figured it out? Who did this to you?" Tim rolls his eyes. "Figured it out," he restates flatly. Of course he knows who did this to him. Of course Bruce and the rest know. The who was easy. Fae and demons aren't subtle, and they aren't exactly commonplace. It makes for a short list to dig through. Jason grins, cherry-red and laughing at him. "Right, right. I mean, you ever figure out how to fix it? How to get your own words back? Yes or no," he tacks on helpfully. Only seldom does Jason remember to do that, to give Tim more options to choose from. It's not that he doesn't care, or that he isn't careful with his words. He just doesn't have to be. He's always had a knack for guessing what Tim means on the first try. Now that he isn't trying to punish Tim for using Jason's words like their his own. Like what he'd done with Robin.

Tim used to resent it, that of all the people in the world to guess what he's feeling, Jason Todd could do it best. Used to. Tim looks away. "Fix it," he murmurs. "Yes." Not that it matters. Jason cocks his head. His cigarette burns between his fingers, half-forgotten. "Why the fuck haven't you, then? If it were me—" Jason cuts himself off with a self-conscious laugh. "Ah, forget it. I'm sure you'd love to if you could, right?" Tim's eyes go wide. Jason's never said that to him before. One word of three that make the key. Tim knows what he feels. He knows how to break it. "And give the son of a bitch responsible a kiss in the teeth for good measure," Jason continues, oblivious to the effect of his words. Tim seizes Jason's arm, ignoring how he flinches. Hope is fleeting enough as it is. "Wha—" "Love to," Tim interrupts, urgent, heart tripping in his chest. "You..." He swallows, his throat closing up, not sure if he can say the last word. Not because of any curse, but because it's— it's too much. It's too bold. It won't work. So why not try? Jason stares at him, waiting for him to speak. "...kiss," he whispers. Tim begs him to understand. Jason raises his eyebrows. "...kiss?" Jason echoes softly, his voice thick. He cups the back of Tim's head in his free hand. "You want to kiss me, babybird?" He's relaxed a fraction, and Tim can tell he still doesn't get it. The one time he doesn't understand the full depth of Tim's meaning, and it had to be now. "Well, why didn't you say so?" Before Tim can express just how unimpressed he is by— Jason kisses him. He tastes like smoke and a hint of mint, and like skin and teeth and tongue. He licks into Tim's mouth when he gasps, and swallows every sound he makes. Like it's not enough to own Tim's words; he needs to own the rest of him as well. Tim doesn't even know if it will work. What makes a love true, anyway? When you've bled and fought for it, tooth and nail? When you didn't even want it at first, but you know, like it was inevitable, that you can't live anymore without it squeezing your heart in its fist? When magic cannot bind you anymore, because you don't belong wholly to yourself alone. When you've chosen to be beholden. When it was never a choice at all. The autumn air is freezing, but Jason's hands are searing hot on Tim's face, burning his cheeks with the shape of his fingers. Tim doesn't remember tucking his hands under Jason's jacket, or finding the broad stretch of his shoulderblades with his palms. But when he grazes the skin at the back of his neck, just above Jason's shirt collar, he shivers in Tim's grip. Jason pulls away abruptly, and Tim protests. "Do you want—" Jason started to ask. "Jason," Tim huffs, breathless. "Why'd you stop?" It rings in the air between them, clear as a bell. They both freeze. "...Tim?" Jason asks slowly. "Did you just—" "Jason," Tim says again, disbelieving. Then wondering. It's the first word that's belonged solely to him in years. The first word that's his. "Jason."

(For the trick or treat ask game! Send me a trick or treat ask and I'll share jaytim WIP snippets, or new 3-sentence -paragraph fics, etc :^) through the 31st!)

[morelikeravenbore]

never done a thing wrong in her life 😇

[salty-an-disco]

Trick or treat! If you want, Quiet's POV while doing something as weird as many of the Princesses do and the Voices reacting to that.

"Oh right. We used to be the same being. We can do such things."

ngl. had absolutely no inspiration for this suggestion and didn't know what to do with it, but then Pristine Cut came out and–

he just got a bit silly

[ominous-signs]

Trick or treat

Happy Halloween! You get:

Triple chocolate KitKat bar!

[dianashnaiders]

ROGER FEDERER + 🩷 | trick-or-treat for @rgrfederer !!

[c00kietin]

Greetings everyone I have been exhausted and frazzled and deflated for the last multiple weeks- still ongoing- but hopefully during midterm I gather more energy before school returns <3

[crystallizsch]

Happy Halloween 🎃

OMG HI HI HAPPY HALLOWEEN JAN THIS IS SO CUTE 🥺💖

yuuna is here to give yuya a TRICK???

dw the spider is made of ✨chocolate✨ so it’s sort of?? a treat??

[what-have-i-unleashed]

Trick-or-treat! (Someone dressed as Classic Sans is standing in your doorstep)

omg snas undertale??? :0

something weird and spicy (no, not in that way) for this i guess >:3

i think i said this before on one of my moots' blog, but i kinda like fics where sans undertale is the antagonist - not a villain but an antagonistic force. maybe it's my bias towards frisk and chara showing, but sans is such an asshole in the game i was hating him for a while back then lol. man, when i finally defeated him in middle school i was so happy. sans is so morally dubious, but so are most characters in the game (especially undyne and asgore) and it's so interesting. his apathy is fascinating, because the way it translates in the game is that he's a major character that you are unable to befriend, and isn't that fun? it's like he's actively avoiding the player/frisk/the human, and hmmm it's so delicious when there are fics exploring that strange aversion that sans has towards the human - it makes for such good drama.

[lxgentlefolkcomic]

Trick or Treat! :D

You get: What the hell was IN that salad

[lurking-loaf]

a large group of mice in the vague shape of a person holds out more mice in the shape of a bucket TRICK OR TREAT! They all yell in unison

Hey Bird! And hello mysterious figure who I am getting very strong rodent vibes from.

I know how much you love mice so here's a little critter for you. A Moon Mouse sock plush! And no need to worry, the sock was brand new. Definitely not one that was pulled from the lost and found. Happy Halloween and thanks for stopping by!

[swiftiefirefighters]

trick or treat 🎃

[halloween 2025]

“now, i was under the impression that last year you thought halloween was, and this is a direct quote, cringe.”

“last year it was cringe. this year i want to dress up and get free candy,” chris says.

“any particular reason why?”

“because it’s more fun with you and buck than it would have been in el paso. don’t be weird about it.”

“you hear that buck?” eddie calls into the kitchen, where buck is making dinner for eddie and chris. “we’re more fun than my parents.”

“i would really hope so.”

“nevermind. i changed my mind. you’re both annoying.” chris rolls his eyes.

“oh no. you’re not getting out of it now, kid.”

last year on halloween eddie’s life had been rapidly spinning more out of control every day. this year his son is back home, buck is his boyfriend (which is a whole insane story in and of itself) and eddie feels settled. it’s a strange feeling. he’s not sure he’s ever really felt settled in his entire life.

there’s a flight or fight instinct inside telling him not to get used to it. he’s trying to ignore that.

[inknanda67]

Trick or treat! 👻

HELLOOOOOU LEMON! My dear member of our Kallamar harem, my friend and sister! :D~

Ohhh! I'd give you candy but you're so sweet I think I'd give you cavities, take a treat... In the form of a short text, It's a draft of a possible 9th story in my series that I'm struggling to see whether to do or not. @mimi-s-boudoir already know my difficulty in even starting this one.

🔹🔸💎🔸🔹

My jewels.

My jewels are not made of gold, but i like to decorate them with it.

My jewels are not diamonds, but their eyes shine brighter than one.

There is not a single pearl in this ocean that can match the purity and grace of your heart Astaroth.

There is no bismuth that is stronger, nor that can drive away my sadness like your hugs Haborym.

There is no zoisite that can close my wounds, or encourage me like your kisses Saleos.

And there is no Jasper that can ward off any bad feelings, and bring me patience like your advices Baalzebub.

I carry all these in my tentacles daily, diamonds in my ears, gems on my neck. But none of them bring me comfort, none of them make me more beautiful, than the tattoo I got with each of your initials on my arm.

Because you all are my jewels, my one, and true treasure, for you four, i would leave my crown.

🔹🔸💎🔸🔹

[anticidic]

Trick or treat!

Thunder crackles above you and you hear a tapping on the window. Tap, tap, tap. Then a screech. It reminds you of nails raking down a chalkboard, but much more high-pitched and you swear it's making your ears split. You crouch down behind a couch and light a candle. It is scentless, but the wax drips to the floor. There is only your face illuminated by the low glow, and you strain to hear over the storm above you. Rain strikes the roof. The front door creaks open and reveals...👻

A sneak-peek at a WIP.

ask box trick-or-treat (fic writer edition)

Warmth tickled his neck. His skin prickled. Too warm to be from the air itself. It felt like someone’s breath on him from behind.

But as he turned around, something cold pressed against his neck. Sharp. There was no mistaking it and he didn’t need the light of day to know it was a knife’s blade. His eyes widened slightly before a soft chuckle left his lips. If he moved, it would slice a papercut-thin line across his throat. It tempted him like a siren call of doom: to lean forward and test their resolve to go through with it. Do it, he wanted to say, the dare lingering on his lips.

“If you’re threatening me for being out instead of sleeping, I could think of better ways of going about it than threatening me with a knife, Kunikida-kun.”

Silence. The air stirred. Leather brushed along the length of his neck—a finger, in an almost tender caress. As if sizing him up like a pig to be butchered, and all that was left was to deal the killing blow. But it never came. The pressure against his neck did not lift, instead it pressed down a little harder, making Dazai gasp and his pulse flutter.

From the corner of his eye, he could only make out the silhouette of a form hovering over him from behind, cloaked in darkness. No eyes, but he felt their gaze burning into him with a white-hot intensity. Unwavering. He couldn’t even make out any facial features and wondered if he reached out for a touch, if he’d feel the fabric of some kind of mask. Not skin.

An assassin? The thought crossed his mind in an instant, interrupted by a gravelly voice:

“Five...Four...Three...”

Waves crashed against the concrete. The voice grew quieter.

"Two...”

He breathed in.

"One...”

And ran.

[salty-an-disco]

*Knock knock*

Trick or treat!

they think they're veeeeery funny

[keeskiwi]

Trick or Treat!

One wonders what a silly little rook gryphon like me would receive!

Hello hello! What a lovely costume! Let's see what I have here... Ah yes, another trick!

Greater honeyguide chick (Indicator indicator), fed by parent common hoopoe (Upupa epops), by i_c_riddell, shared under CC BY.