#there was one ask but it was not a trick or treat

[marshmallowprotection]

world hard and cold, kissing saeran soft and warm

"You know... as much as I appreciate your attempt to distract me, and I hate to tell you this... but, it won't be enough to stop me. I'm afraid I am well-versed in maintaining my focus on not only what's in front of me but what's in my hands as well," he hummed.

"You mean to say I haven't done enough to distract you so far."

That was enough to draw a chuckle from Saeran's lips as you planted another kiss against the back of his head. He never seemed to mind the attention you gave him when it meant he could feel you close to him. How could you not give him a dozen kisses when he was bent over the kitchen counter? He was at the right height to have you not only wrap your arms around his waist but lean over and pepper him in kiss after kiss!

"You know I can't be distracted from baking dessert," he countered.

You could feel his muscles shift and contract as he continued to roll and press the dough beneath his fingertips. He mentioned earlier in the day that he wanted to have cookies after dinner, opting to try out a new recipe rather than purchase a pack from the store, and as cute as it was to see him adamant about what he wanted—

You wanted to tease him all the same for that serious look on his face! When he wanted to bake something, he took it with the utmost care and regard to not only the ingredients but to the notes he gathered in the process. There was no hurry to learn anything, he had all the time in the world to experiment in the kitchen, but nights like tonight were his favorite because he set aside an hour or two before bed to learn a new trick he saw somewhere during the week!

But, the kitchen wasn't the only place he put those research skills into practice.

It wasn't your goal to distract him from his quest, but it was your goal to pull his leg for sticking his tongue out in concentration like that. "Well, you can if I'm the dessert."

Saeran paused, briefly, to shake you from his back and twirl you around so you could settle in front of him and between his arms. Those kisses of yours had gotten to him, and that was enough for your satisfaction. It wasn't a game of trying to one-up each other, nope! It was a game of waves, pushing and pulling until you turned into a perfect shoreline of love.

"My love, I don't have to roll you over and pour flour on top of you to bring you to perfection. You're perfect just the way you are, I'm afraid. Though I will admit I'm not opposed to adding a strawberry on top for added flavor when I'm feeling peckish."

The giggle that escaped you was to his satisfaction, of course.

You glanced down at his cookie dough, "Saeran, might I ask why you've dug out the cookie cutters? Normally, you use this shape to create Gingerbread men. I may not know a lot about baking, but I know that not all cookies adhere to the shape of the cutter when they spread in the oven."

"That's why I'm tinkering with this particular recipe to find the right consistency," he explained. He returned to the dough and continued to spread it out across the cutting board.

You raised a brow, "Oh? What do you plan to do once you make the perfect cookie? Are you going to make an army of cookies? Will they guard the rest of your treats?"

"No, I decided that I want to bake you into a cookie so whenever you have to leave for work during the week, I'll have the sweetest version of you to keep me company," He said, the serious nature to his voice left you no room to prod to see if it was a joke. "Not that you're not a sweetheart, my love. You taste like a sweet spice, warm and cozy on my tongue, but the cookie version of you... will taste like the love we share... so saccharine that I'll be tasting you for hours."

You floundered, bouncing between words but none could come fast enough. Eventually, you settled for a simple whine of complaint to let him know what his words did to your heart. "Don't make me bite you!"

"Oh, should I make a cookie version of myself for you to take to work as well? I imagine you might like to bite into him, too."

"Saeran Choi!"

[roseredcheeks]

Daddy’s lap dog

Heres another one of my silly ditzy rants since you guys like ‘em so much🥰

My daddy, @storytimewithwambo , has been training me to be his little puppy girl, so I wanted to share all the bonuses that come with it😍

I think the reason it all started is because i’m always craving his attention 24/7 and won’t stop whining until I get it. So daddy started giving me lots of head rubs while he got on with his business and I kinda became addicted to that feeling.. so much to the point where i’d whine on my knees at his feet while he’s busy with something until he entertains my needs with head scratches, belly rubs, treats, anything to make my bum bum wiggle with excitement!!

Then at some point I wasn’t allowed on the furniture anymore.. Something about not being trusted or whatever🥰 Daddy says I’m not house trained! Just like a puppy when I get too excited I mindlessly, uncontrollably start making a big puddle of pee beneath me!🤭 Oh, oh! That used to happen a lot when dada would come in from a long day of work… I’d just spend my time waiting patiently by the door for him to come home, home to me, home to come play with me!!

Thats why daddy thought it would be best to put me in diapers, how smart is he??🤩 Now I don’t gonna worry ‘bout no more puddles or stinkies on the ground, they just end up squishing on my bumbum!!😇 Which in all honesty does feel suuper nice🤤

Ohhhhh and to get my energy out, daddy made sure to start taking me on lotsa walkies too!! He gave me my own collar so if I got lost and someone found me, everyone would know who owned me😊 I had a problem with running off before, I just had so much energy to get out! So daddy fixed that with my very own leash, he’s so thoughtful🥹 Ohh and, and! When I’ve been a good girl and tell him I need potty, he lets me go on the public toilets like a real big girl! Even though I have to keep my diapee on, it doesn’t count as an accident because I do it on purpose😌I never knew that grown ups make their potties on trees and fire hydrants… Daddy teaches me something new everyday🥰

But sometimes I get a little too excited where walkies just wont cut it.. it usually happens when my diapee starts to get extra mushy and squishy and it feels nice to squish it against my princess parts.. or when dada starts taking extra good care of me..

And because my dada’s the best, he knows how to help and handle that too!! He taught me a new trick called beg! All I gotta do is: get on my knees with my hands up to my chest, and most importantly make sure my diapers full, plead with him to let me make humpies on his leg and maybe even promise something extra embarrassing in return. That parts mean of dada though😠 he knows my head gets extra fuzzy when my princess parts feel all tingly😖

But yeah!! Thats pretty much the basics of my new lifestyle, I really really do love it and am totally not writing this out as a punishment or anything😅 Please feel free to bully this new puppy in my asks🤤🥰

[generalluxun]

Ah, what I mean is that even if Chloe were to have a damnation or a redemption arc, it seems that she's somewhat aimless in S4 and S5. I think that her personality was a bit convulted in the later seasons? Her becoming a big meanie again to everyone is somewhat understandable. And Chloe teaming up with Lila was hilarious. But it doesn't make sense? Somehow? Why is Chloe treated as a greater villain than Hawkmoth and worse than her parents? Why is Chloe dumber than the previous seasons? Why is Lila suddenly ordering her around when Chloe is proven to have a strong will? Though I am sure you've heard these complaints again and again.

I'm just, I'm sorry. I'm so used to shows like Young justice, Teen Titans (the og, not the chibis), Gravity Falls, and other popular child shows that at least respects their plot and characters.

I guess what I am saying is, that I am having a hard time understanding the Chloe from the lastest seasons. Other than the list I've made, is that really all there is to Chloe? You've got this character that is rich with potential and it doesn't really go anywhere. Sorry for this confusing ask, by the way. I guess I can't disentangle myself from what I want Chloe to be or to be used in the plot.

One thing to remember about ML is that characters can be wrenched this way and that for a plot or a joke. Characters can even develop speech impediments(and cure them) , addictions, or PTSD as suits the needs of an episode.

When trying to parse any character I find it best to aggregate their personality and to check if anything that feels off is plot-required for a specific episode.

Chloé cheating for grades and ignorant of other cultures? That seems reasonable! Chloé being painfully dumb and somehow doing zero schoolwork for 8yrs? That seems like it was done for specific episodes. I mean- a child doing no work for 8yrs isn't a mark against the child, it's a mark against the system. 6yr olds aren't masterminds.

The end of S5 involved a *lot* of Chloé being manipulated by Lila and also by Gabe. We know Chloé is insecure, has no home life, and can be manipulated. We know Lila is a master manipulator. She turns the entire class against Marinette(to a degree) she tricks Gabe, Nathalie, and manipulates Kagami.

Did Chloé ever stand a chance?

Most of her worst behaviors in S5 involve Lila in her ear- quite literally with an earpiece no one notices.

S4 she wasn't actually horrible? Aside from being upset when her new sister turned on her for the other kids, and being replaced both at home and in hero-work, what did she do? She was mad that one time about being forced to play soccer(in ballet flats no less!) which honestly anyone who hates gym can related. Other than that a couple petty snipes?

Her thing in Gabriel Agreste was just funny to me honestly. And heck- she was nice to Marinette before she knew who Marinette was.

Chloé is a character full of contradictions only if you assume she is acting rationally all the time. She very clearly is not. She is acting emotionally most of the time- common in abusive households, and the 'rational' handbook her parents gave her is gravely flawed at the best of times.

[puppyluver256]

No inbox trick-or-treaters for me...just like in real life :c

[parisoonic]

trick or treat

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

[justaz]

when merlin asks arthur for things, the king is usually inclined to give him what he wants but it is not always guaranteed such as when his emotions cloud his judgement. but merlin’s surefire way of getting arthur to give in? he steps into his space, lays a gentle hand on his arm, and says “arthur, please” and he folds like a house of cards.

[midoristeashop]

It’s ween 🎃 guess who I’m going as

also I did end up making the staff but the idea of walis took me out LMAO

Yurified pinoy Jack Frost is MY Brazilian miku

[wolfpup026]

I don't remember if I asked this, but Trick or treat! 🎃💚🧡

Happy belated halloween! Here's my last Lokitty for now 💚

[wyervan]

TRICK OR TREAT!! Gimme candy!!!

Sun likes your costume

[alistair-blackwood]

thinking about labru taking the metro. kabru likes it (and is a huge public transit advocate) while laios tolerates it, but gets easily overwhelmed with how hot and cramped and smelly it can get. kabru scopes out a seat for him and is happy to apply elbows in order to get them there. kabru forgoes a seat and stands with his front to laios both to serve as a physical buffer and help take laios' mind off of things

[mobius-m-mobius]

👻🎃Trick or treat!🎃👻

Treats all around lovely 🥰🎃 Just wanted to make a little something in your style in honor of the endlessly hilarious posts you put together for the fandom, no one gets these characters like you do and it's always a delight looking forward to seeing you on dash 💖

(fate's really twisting his arm on this one 😂)

[puppppppppy]

hi!! trick or treat ? if you're still takign those <3

trick(?).. you get: korok seed (1/999)

[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!)

[arttsuka]

TRICK OR TREAT (yaoi edition)

14, narumitsu as a treat

[iknowwhereyousnoozeatnight]

*knock knock*

trick or trick

looks at my calendar. looks at you. looks back at my calendar. looks back at you. you’re a little late… but you’ve got the spirit!! so here!!

treat!! u get to say hi to bat L!!!!

[itsonlypolite]

Trick or treat \o/

He's conquered the fake spider