#IT'S HALLOWEEENNNNNN

[spinatch]

kiritsuyu for halloween!!🎃

[tennessoui]

trick or treat! for the Sith husband au or Lumber jack anakin au 🙏🙏🙏 and can be about anakin and or obiwan learning to trust the other? or anything you can think of i’m not picky 🍬🍫🍭🎃

trick or treat !! 👻

it has been way too long since i last talked about the lumberjack anakin au <3

in the lumberjack anakin au we have a lot of scenes where anakin is checking up on obi-wan and giving him company or knitted goods or puppies to take care of lol 🥹

but to add to that and reverse it, obi-wan hears that anakin’s birthday is coming up and so he bakes him a cake but it’s the worst cake in the world like we’re talking gooey and raw in some places and too heavily frosted in other places and somehow dry in a few spots and definitely burnt on one edge

and anakin has been really sad about his birthday cause he used to always spend it with his mom so he’s feeling very emotional but he has to point out this cake is a monstrosity

and obi-wan(covered in flour, hand on hip while the other hand is holding a mountain of dirty dishes back) is like this is the same cake I always made my daughter for her birthday! And she always ate it! Without all the complaints mind you!!!

and anakin isn’t going to say a dead kid has no sense of taste beside sugar vs no sugar, so he’s like “yeah and that was really a huge act of love”

but then he eats it without complaining and obi-wan doesn’t realize for like ages that that too was an act of love 🥹

[trick or treat ask game!]

[tetraterantula]

Trick or treat!

You get [finch]

[rottenr0ckets]

HOW ON EARTH DID YOU DO SO MUCH YOURE SO EVIL (ILYYY <333) HAPPY HALLOWEEN I DIE FOR YOU TODAY!!!

TEHEHEHEHE ITS CALLED DEAITCATION KY DEAR U FUCKING LVOE HALWLWEEN THEHEHEHE ILL DIE FOR YOU TODAY!!!!! HALPPY HALLOWEEENNNNN

[bi-bats]

trick or treat <3333

TAURIA MY BELOVED!!! HAPPY HALLOWEEENNNNNN!!!!

In the spirit of the season (and giving out full size candy bars) you get a snippet from an idea that I have not talked about on Tumblr yet!! Everyone say thank you to Tauria and go read a bunch of her fics on Ao3 her stuff is so good!!

ANYWAYS this is a snippet of a DamiTim piece I've been working on in the vein of Now Kiss! It's probably going to be a oneshot with multiple little scenes, and it's an urban fantasy fic that's not a no capes!au. It's based off of this one super short tumblr post (that I cannot find ughhh) about magic in the modern era between a self-taught sorcerer and a classically trained one arguing about the ways that they do certain thins, and I saw it and was like "I have to hit that with my DamiTim beam rn" soooo more urban fantasy from Misha for you all!!

(stealing your formatting Tauria because this is too long to indent the whole snippet)

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“Why are you keeping the sample in here?” Damian asks, his voice losing just enough of its edge for Tim to answer him sincerely. 

“It combusts at room temp. That’s how the fires are catching so fast and staying lit for so long. You know, B didn’t have to send you to come get it, I could’ve just—” 

A small, glowing portal opens up at the next snap of Damian’s fingers, deep green sparks lining the image of the fridge in the Batcave on the other side.

Yeah, that. 

Tim rolls his eyes as Damian’s eyes flicker over the contents of the fridge. 

“It is unbelievable that you’ve made it this far in life without accidentally drinking your work,” Damian scoffs at the rows of bottles on the shelves.

“Hey, glass can shatter and plastic doesn’t! Besides, I’m recycling.”

“Is that what you call it?” Damian mutters as he pushes aside a gatorade bottle half full of a deep red, viscous liquid. “Which one?” 

“The caps are labelled.” 

After a few moments of watching Damian rifle through the bottles, Tim scoffs and pushes away from his desk. 

When he gets to the fridge, he slides in front of Damian — which infuriatingly, reminds him of the inch of space between the top of his own head and the tip of Damian’s chin — and grabs the Power-C Vitaminwater bottle that has a few tablespoons of an orange, oily liquid pooling in the bottom.

He slips his hand through the portal and drops it on the shelf on the other side before pulling his hand out. 

At least Damian’s spell doesn’t singe him at the fingertips the way his magic used to. 

It’s still a near thing, though.

When Tim turns back around, he almost flinches at the realization that there’s only a few inches of space between his nose and Damian’s chest. He looks up at him — ugh, who let the demon brat get so tall? — and raises an eyebrow. 

In the time it takes for Tim to let out his breath, Damian glances down at him. His eyes flash with something, pink rising to his cheeks again—

And then he’s stepping back, out of Tim’s space entirely, a scowl carving across his features as he looks around Tim’s study.

“You know—” 

Great, here we go, Tim thinks. 

“—there are cleaning spells you can employ to prevent your space from looking like this.”

“Again, Damian, just because I’m mostly self-taught doesn’t mean that I’m stupid.” 

“I was not—” Damian scowls, his voice gruff, defensive and god, here we go for real, Tim thinks.

But Damian doesn’t continue. He breathes out slowly, his voice coming out softer when he finishes his thought. 

“I apologize. I was not trying to insult your intelligence. I was merely suggesting that you may want to employ one of those spells before you trip over a stack of reference books or…” Damian kneels down to pick up a receipt off the ground. “Slip and crack your head open on something. Do you need this?” 

The urge to snatch it from Damian’s hand rises up in him, but he pushes it down.

He apologized, after all. 

“Yes.”

Damian raises an eyebrow at him before flipping the receipt over. 

“Is that… a spell?”

Tim snatches the receipt from his hand.

“Yes. Not all of us have time to copy our spells into a book—”

“Why don’t you just spell your pens?” 

Tim stops mid-step to frown at Damian, the receipt crinkling in his hand.

“Spell them how?”

Damian’s other eyebrow rises to join the first. 

“With a mirroring rune? It will copy whatever you’re writing into your grimoire as you write it.” 

Damn it. Fucking runes. There are just so many to keep track of, and Damian always seems to know them. 

“Here. Where’s your ritual knife?” Damian asks, striding past Tim to his desk, looking around for a pen. 

“I just use a batarang.” 

“You what?” 

“Yeah, anything sharp will do the trick.” 

Tim pulls one out of a drawer and passes it to Damian, letting himself snicker at the displeased look on his face. 

“You have the money. Buy a ritual knife, I am begging you,” Damian scoffs. 

“I don’t need one — don’t argue with me about it, I’m begging you. The rune, come on.” 

He watches Damian’s thick fingers curl around the pen as he carves the rune into the plastic with smooth, precise motions. He means to be following the lines of the rune, but his gaze catches on the scar on Damian’s knuckle, and before he knows it, Damian is handing the batarang back to Tim and muttering, “Grimoire?” 

“Oh, uh…” Tim moves a few piles of papers around, looking for one of the dozens of notebooks lying around this place. 

Okay, maybe Damian has a point. 

He gives up searching manually and waves his hand through the air, waiting for a notebook to soar from somewhere random in the room.

Nothing happens.

Why is nothing happening? 

Tim looks around, waves his hand again and with a little more sass, and then there’s a crashing noise as a pile of books collapses to the floor, his notebook responding to the summons and flying into his hand. 

He flips it open to a blank page and ignores the heat on his cheeks and the look Damian’s giving him as he passes it over. 

“Is it a time constraint preventing you from maintaining your space?” 

Tim scoffs, paying attention to the lines of the rune this time instead of Damian’s fingers. “Yes, Damian, it is pretty clearly just another thing I don’t have time to do.” 

“You could ask for help. I’m sure Jason would love to teach you some cleaning spells.” 

“He’s banned from my study for that exact reason. I still haven’t figured out where he put everything last time. Does the direction you draw the rune in matter?” 

“It’s a rune, Timothy. It always matters.” 

“Fucking runes,” Tim mutters, rolling his eyes. 

Damian laughs a little, and suddenly Tim realizes that this is the longest amount of time they’ve spent together when they weren’t in masks in… 

Well. Since Tim moved out, probably.

They get along fine (comparatively) these days, but it’s not like they spend time together unless it’s for a case, and they haven’t worked a case together since… last year? 

Which is probably why he’d forgotten how Damian’s laugh isn’t the same condescending noise he remembers from when he was a bratty little tween.

Or why the low, warm rumble of it catches him off guard, makes something in his stomach squeeze. 

“Here,” Damian says, jotting down the directions for the rune on the same page. “I can’t help you with organizing it in the notebook, especially since you have more than one, but—” 

“Oh, that’s not a problem. I just use summoning spells anyways.” 

There’s a silence long enough for Tim to look up at Damian’s face. 

Is his eye twitching?

[gorefreaklintjrwi]

HAPPY HALLOWEEENNNNNN >:3333

HALPY HALLOWEEEEEN IM EEPY BUT I NEED TO BE WILLIAM WISP

[whatcanido]

HAPPY HALLOWEEENNNNNN

[lee1504]

TRICK OR TREATT!!

HAPPY HALLOWEEENNNNNN

🍬🍫🍭🍬🍫🍭🍬🍫🍭🍬🍫🍭

[iwannagohomelol]

happy halloweeennnnnn yayyy

[nanochittle]

SAMAH!! HIIIIIII!! IM DOING GOOD!! IT'S ALMOST HALLOWEEENNNNNN :D HBU?

I WOULD. ISOPODS R THE BEST

[parasitteeee]

October 31st

HAPPPY HALLOWEEENNNNNN!!!!!

[gato-zinzli]

[biggestgrianfan]

happy halloween 1st :D

[tour13t3]

HOly shit

y y you are so cute Cheka ahaha

I uh

take the whole bowl kid

🦁trick or treat🦁

[castielhasabigdick]

happy hallo weeeen ru come get the candy i left for u on the porch

grabbing the candy then rushing out to catch you and take a bloody bite out of you!!!! happyyyy halloweeennnnnn angel👻🕷️🎃

[marictheirins]

pumpkaboo icon for the halloweeennnnnn since i couldnt figure out a spooky shaymin ):