#trick or treat I guess

[crocsfroggo]

that one halloween Striker shirt but it's Lute instead 🗡️🩸

Adam and Vaggie's live reaction:

drew these while going through maddening dissociative bouts sooo I'm kinda happy with how it turned out considering my sanity... aaand the brainrotting saves the day once again 🎉

[p-tinkie-85]

Booping random people be like:

Boop

The users:

[cptn10]

We dont normally do halloween but my mom called me on my way home and asked me to buy candy for the kids.

I came home with 5 bags, three for the kids and two for us, but she got so excited when they started dropping by that she gave away hers and I gave away mine.

And honestly? I really dont care for halloween, but putting a smile on my mami’s face brings me too much joy. I dont mind getting into the holiday spirit if it makes her happy.

[shepscapades]

trick or treat... stares at u with big eyes

This horrible drawing wasn’t ever going to see the light of day but. Well! Trick or Treat! Um

[mikesbasementbeets]

bylerween - day five -> trick or treat, freak (2x02) & costume contest

[yalibat]

i showed u my amulet pls respond

[hairscare]

since the fanon fnaf au takes place in modern day in my brain i like the idea that william got springlocked a little later and raised vincent after his parents untimely mysterious murders (vincent did it) but now hes trapped in the safe room and his silly ass nephew is continuing his work for funsies

[coolsvilleprincess]

They're off to see the wizard! The wonderful wizard of Oz!!

I actually started this last month and then got burnt out and didn't finish it until now but whatever I FINISHED IT!! I finished watching Scooby Doo and Guess Who last month and there's a Wizard of Oz parody in the last episode and I just knew I had to do fanart, a legal requirement if you will.

I kept Shaggy, Fred and Velma's costumes from the episode the same but I thought Daphne and Scooby deserved costumes that were a bit more personal too. But who would the wizard in question be?? Well don't worry because I drew art for that too!!

I just can't stop thinking about a proper direct to DVD scooby WOZ parody film and how Van Ghoul should be the wizard, like in my head it's perfect.

[loud-trash-arcade]

I know that if (insert fictional character) was real I would be absolute fucking besties with them and sometimes it pains me that (insert fictional character) is not real and I can’t interact with them:(

[sysig]

For Requestober, Req.1

Scri dressed as an angel, Edgar dressed as a demon. It would be fun to see the roles swaped regarding costumes!

Day 3 - Angel and Devil('s Advocate)

[lauren-no-why]

belated trickortreat?

Belated and somehow on my sideblog instead, how curious! A mystery!

Which means you get a mysterious bird! Wrentits are one of those birds that are unique among American species - their closest relatives are now thought to be the Asian parrotbills (so not wrens, not tits) with no other relatives anywhere in the western hemisphere. Both males and females sing, and song is actually the most reliable way to determine the sex, because both develop the same breeding characteristics as each other which is WILD.

See, during the breeding season, most birds that incubate will develop a brood patch - an area of puffy, fluid-filled featherless belly skin for heat transfer to the eggs. In most songbirds only females do this but males also will for those species where both parents share incubation duties. However, in basically all songbirds, only males develop the cloacal protuberance, a swelling of the cloaca to facilitate sperm transfer. In Wrentits, females also do this. Why? ???? Well we have no idea.

Anyway they're one of the most bizarre birds I've ever worked with and I have to love them for that. This one I banded on the Northern California coastline in 2018.

[moon-n-night]

The gang going trick or treating and scaring and haunting people, don’t worry they have a permit for haunting.

[its-all-papaya]

trick or treat!!!!

come trick or treating!!

for you... a sequel idea/snippet ! carlando podium (and subsequent carlando Obscenely Husbandly Behavior) in mexico made me think the devil in me thoughts...

Lando is drunk when he returns - a little louder than he usually is, knocking into Oscar's suitcase with his toe and hissing "fuck" under his breath where he usually probably wouldn't.

His shoes hit the carpet with two separate thumps. He giggles at something quietly, phone screen lighting up the room Oscar'd made deliberately dark when he'd arrived back from the track. Still half asleep, Oscar watches through slitted eyes as Lando struggles out of his top and tosses it towards the arm chair for one of them to deal with in the morning. Him, probably. Lando's not sloppy, but he'd been dehydrated enough before dinner that his hangover is going to be a bitch long about their wake-up call at ten in the morning regardless.

The bathroom light goes on only a second before the door shuts, but Oscar gets enough of Lando's back, muscles shifting with the stretch of his shoulders, to reignite the spark from earlier. From the moments after they'd filmed, before Lando had run off, when Oscar had pressed him into the doorway and spread his hand all the way across Lando's fireproofs, still damp with podium champagne. And from the moments even later, when he'd tapped through Lando's private instagram story. And Carlos'.

The shower runs. One complaint from Oscar in Miami about sweat and club grime in the bed had taught Lando his lesson about that. Enough minutes tick by tonight, though, that Oscar begins to wonder which one of them Lando's doing it for. Afterparties always key him up that way, blowing his pupils out and sticking him to Oscar's back in bed even when he's not drunk or on anything. Going out always puts him in that mood, but Oscar's one mental loop of Carlos' face from crawling out of bed and right into the shower anyway. Like tonight's any different.

He writes the thoughts off as sleepy irrationality and forces his mind blank against the white noise of running water. By the time it cuts, he's been in and out enough that time is fuzzy; he can't be sure whether it had gone long enough for Lando to accomplish anything other than a quick rinse.

He smells neutral, like lemon hotel soap, when he slips under the covers and plasters himself to Oscar's side. And he's damp, still, like he hadn't really bothered to towel off much.

And naked.

His lips are hot when they land at Oscar's shoulder, his palm broad and warm when it slips across the dip of Oscar's spine where it's peeking out above the hotel duvet.

"Have fun?" Oscar mumbles into his pillow. It comes out muffled, slurred, like he's the one who'd been downing Ferrari-red shots less than ninety minutes back.

He can feel the way Lando's lips curve against his skin, "Knew you were awake."

"Wasn't."

"Are now."

Lando's half-hard against his thigh, shifting his hips in lazy little movements. If Oscar ignored him, he's probably not too far gone to roll over and sleep himself.

Oscar drags in one last lungful of warm air from his pillow, then turns onto his side, face-to-face with Lando and his cheeky, hazy grin.

"Because you woke me," he argues back lazily.

"You weren't that asleep," Lando's cheeks are still flushed from his shower and his teeth glint in the alarm-clock's light when he speaks, sharp, "You were watching Instagram stories forty-five minutes ago."

Oscar forces his face to hold shape.

"You check your story views?"

Lando's smirk turns delighted. Oscar gets the feeling he's stepped directly into a trap he hadn't known was being laid.

"Wasn't my story."

Oscar's next inhale catches halfway down his throat as his brain whites out at the implications. When he's somewhere between picturing Lando's chin tucked over Carlos' shoulder and trying not to do just that, he's interrupted with lips under his own jaw and five fingers spanning the entire length of his neck, shoulder to ear.

"You like watching?" Lando asks against his adam's apple.

It all plays back behind Oscar's eyes like a stop motion: podium, Carlos' arms out, hands clasped, heads bent together, smiles and shots and a dozen different arms around Lando's shoulders, mumbling happy Spanish into his ears until his grin broke broad and genuine. Oscar knows what they are, Carlos and Lando. But the spark in Lando's eyes when he tilts Oscar's chin back down with his finger and thumb says Lando knows what Oscar is, too.

Oscar hooks his hand behind Lando's knee and drags him closer until their hips are aligned, Lando's leg over Oscar's hip.

"You like being watched?" he whispers against Lando's mouth.

The first roll of their cocks together forces Lando's breath out in a hot rush across Oscar's lips. He threads his fingers into the back of Oscar's hair and kisses him long and deep, tongue so far in Oscar's mouth that Oscar swears he can taste the last of the tequila from Carlos' final story.

When they separate, Lando's eyes are all pupil, lips slick, hand tight around Oscar's nape.

"I like how you get when you're jealous."

Oscar presses his hips forward another time. His protest never comes.

[crabsnpersimmons]

Trick or treat! *holds out a bag to you happily*

awwwe happy halloween! here's some treats!

oops wait, i think something fell in by accident

[skeletalheartattack]

Trick or Treat!

(taping a cd of lego island onto you window)

please please please take him off my hands. i can't sleep at night without him going off about lego island or what kind of pizza i should eat. i can't eat plastic. i keep telling him this. please take him i beg of you.