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horror-4-horror · 2 years
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Halloween This-Or-That Ask Game
Send a number in an ask and we'll tell you which we prefer. Reblog this post if you wanna play too~
1: Candy corn or marshmallows? 2: Vampires or werewolves? 3: Trick-Or-Treating or partying? 4: Hot chocolate or apple cider? 5: Costumes or movies? 6: Classic horror or new horror? 7: Originals or remakes? 8: Peanut butter + chocolate candy or fruity candy? 9: Fun haunted houses or really haunted houses? 10: Ghosts or skeletons? 11: Corn maze or pumpkin patch? 12: DIY costumes or store-bought costumes? 13: Clowns or zombies? 14: Sexy costumes or scary costumes? 15: Pumpkin carving or apple bobbing? 16: Monthly Halloween or no Halloween ever? 17: Nightmares every night or insomnia? 18: Live in a witch's house or a vampire's castle? 19: Be a zombie or be a ghost? 20: Be haunted or possessed? 21: Masks or face paint? 22: Kid's scary movie or R-rated scary movie? 23: Know when you will die or know how you will die? 24: Pet a black cat or hold a snake? 25: Ask your own~ ;)
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themirrordemon · 6 months
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Trick or treat (Gríma Wormtongue) your media of choice
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Happy Halloween!
Grima Wormtongue Chibi :3
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wackus-bonkus-maximus · 6 months
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trick or treat
hello anon and happy halloween! it is my privilege to fill your jack-o-lantern with a snippet from the next chapter of matter of luck 🍀
“Let go of me!” she yelled, her voice biting the wind, her fists railing against his back. “How dare you? I don’t have time for this!” Argos adjusted Kagami over his shoulder, wincing as her elbow caught the side of his head. His hood had dropped a while ago, his cheek stinging from where her knuckles had struck. Still he soldiered on, carrying her toward the manhole where no one would hear her screams.  “No!” Kagami yelled, thrashing harder in his grip. “Not down there! Don’t even think—” Argos stamped on the edge of the manhole, flipping it up and leaping into the darkness in a single swift movement. Kagami’s startled cry broke off as they landed hard in the shadows of the sewers, the smell suddenly rank in his throat.  Water trickled around them, the harsh fluorescent bulbs somehow still too dim in the maze of tunnels, the cement walls colored with unspeakable stains. Argos turned to Kagami, opening his mouth, and promptly gagged.  She shoved him, rightfully, looking rather sick herself. “Really?” she said, shriveling him with a glare. “Is this where you plan to kill me? You could have picked anywhere else, Félix.” “I’m not going to kill you,” Argos said. His skin prickled beneath the suit at the way she spoke his name.
thank you for the ask! 👻
from the ask box trick-or-treat (fic writer edition)
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shrinkthisviolet · 6 months
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Trick or treat!!
Switching it up for this one and going the Ace Attorney route, 3 sentences:
“One thing I’ve never been able to fathom is why on Earth you still care for me as much as you do, Wright.”
Phoenix shrugged, smiling. “Loving you…it’s just like breathing, Edgeworth. I think of you, and I love you—it’s that simple.”
trick or treat ask game!
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deepwithintheabyss · 6 months
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trick or treat!
Have some from the very rough first draft of the SladeJayTIm wip uwu
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Small deft fingers have started to slip his armor and jacket off and Jason finds himself suddenly standing in only his undershirt and pants between two naked bodies.
One of Slade's big hands slips under it and draws idle patterns into his skin as it ventures downwards, Tim meanwhile has dedicated himself to mouthing at his chest over the shirt and is digging his fingers into Jasons side to the point that Jason thinks he'll have bruises from it for days.
He can't help the stutter of his hips trusting forward and then backwards grinding into Slade when the man bites down onto his neck, surely leaving a mark.
"Wait" he cries out weakly, and Tim's hand freezes from where it had been inching towards his cock, he almost whines in protest before catching himself, "what, what are you doing" he rushes out.
Tim raises his eyebrow at him before Slade grinds into him again, reminding him of the man's cock "What do you think we're trying to do boy?" he asks hotly, before smearing a kiss on his jaw.
Tim draws back a little to look him firmly in the eyes, "if you don't want this you should walk away now." He suddenly grabs at his crotch, Jason chokes on his spit "but if you do, well" he begins to knead his cock, "I'm sure you can imagine."
Jason's suddenly desperate for a kiss, lurching forward he grabs Tim's face and crushes their lips together, he can feel the babybird smirk against his lips before he's absolutely dominated in it. The kiss turns filthy fast, Tim seemingly intent to suck the life out of him as he shoves his tongue down Jasons throat. He can't help the whimpers that escape him, especially as the hand on his cock almost painfully digs into him. Kneading it to the pattern of their kiss.
"My turn" Slade suddenly demands before turning Jasons head away from Tim so he can kiss him, Tim drops down fluidly so he can work Jasons pants open and bunch them up around his ankles before he starts mouthing at his cock through the boxers, at the wet spot that's already forming because Jason is that hard already.
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ask game fuckery because i love it so
Halloween-style send me-a-pairing/character-and-a-number game, inspired by this. Will be live until November!
@honeyhobi @freshairforrabbits @kayjaydee17 @mayfriend @makimaggie @midnight1404 @bl00dw1tch @impracsoph @pleasesendfrogs @ibenholt @leonsi @inceldonnie
Teeth
Carving
Magic
Hauntings
"What's your favorite scary movie?"
Paint
Moonlight
Bones
Smoke
Sweetness
Tricks vs treats
Cobwebs
Omens
Spectacle
Maze
Transformation
Hunger
Harvest
Frost
Burial
Nostalgia
Blasphemy
Intoxication
Capitalism
Haybale
Truth or dare
Witching hour
Idols
Orange
Plastic
Sacrifice
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angelsdean · 6 months
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Happy halloween!
happy halloween, bobby🧡
you get: this man covered in men (as the pinterest commentor on this pic pointed out: there's a lone dean / jensen pic over his heart 🥺)
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nonbinarymlm · 6 months
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Queer Halloween Ask Game!
Feel free to reblog to invite your followers to send asks!
Pumpkin - what’s your favorite kind of fruit and/or pie?
Black cat - do you have or want to get a pet?
Ghost - do you have any past relationships that you still think about?
Costume - how in/out of the closet are you and do you want to be more out someday?
Candy - what do you find attractive in a person? Feel free to get into romantic vs sexual vs platonic attraction vs other attraction if you use the split attraction model!
Mask - how would you describe your gender expression? Are you happy with it, or do you want to change it someday?
Orange - what’s your favorite color?
Trick - what’s the best prank you’ve ever played or had played on you?
Treat - what’s your happiest memory/memories?
Skeleton - what’s a part of yourself that you think of as fundamental?
Scary - do you have any fears around relationships (of any kind)?
Scooby Gang - what’re the most important relationship(s) in your life right now?
Monster - what’s the coolest kind of monster and would you date one?
Slasher - do you do any shipping? If yes, what are your favorite ship dynamics?
Spiderweb - what’s your most and least favorite social media websites?
Chocolate - what’s your favorite and least favorite food?
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sakurajjam · 6 months
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IT’S SPOOKY TIME! #3
Uma coleção de sentenças aleatórias que envolvem o halloween, ou coisas de “terror”, para nossos muses se divertirem, basta me enviar a frase desejada!
TW: citação de sangue e facas.
“Só coloca um lençol na cabeça e pronto”.
“A fantasia mais fácil é a de múmia, se enrola em papel higiênico e seja feliz”.
“Calado, estamos chegando na melhor parte do filme”.
“Você é um vampiro? Conta outra!”
“Eu acho que [ fulano ] pode ser um vampiro/lobo.”
“Acho que vi aquela estátua chorando, isso não pode ser real…”
“Essas casas assombradas são tão chatas, como alguém pode ter medo?”
“Você ouviu isso?”
“Ouvi um uivo… Deve ter um lobo por perto, vamos fugir.”
“É lua cheia, tem certeza que vamos sair? Lobisomens existem, sabia?”
“Tenho teias falsas na casa toda, copos com caveiras, comida temática e enfeites assustadores, tudo que uma festa pede. O que acha, [ nome ]?”
“Você não é um bruxo adolescente, essa varinha nunca vai funcionar!”
“Não dê uma de Final Girl/Boy, nós precisamos sair vivos daqui.”
“Fique aí dando uma de herói, sabia que esses são os primeiros a morrer nos filmes?”
“Sinceramente, você não assiste filmes de terror?”
“Você é péssimo esculpindo abóboras! Não tem nada de assustador ali.”
“É… [ nome ], você sabe que as abóboras precisam ser assustadoras, certo?”
“Por que sua abóbora está sorrindo? É halloween, não o natal!”
“Piso de madeira… O que você esperava? Claro que vai fazer barulho.”
“Você tá pisando em madeira, lógico que vai ranger, não tem fantasma algum.”
“Acho que vi aquele quadro se mexendo…”
“Cuidado, [ nome ], você pode se machucar.”
“É só uma fantasia, [ nome ], pare de tentar desvendar meu futuro!”
“Se você falar outra bobagem sobre meu futuro, vou te fazer engolir essas cartas, [ nome ].”
“Quer me acompanhar em uma maratona de filmes de terror? É uma tradição pessoal.”
“Por que precisamos assistir filmes de terror? Não podemos ver uma animação?”
“Se um fantasma aparecesse agora, qual seria sua reação?”
“Se um serial killer aparecesse agora, o que você faria?”
“Por que tem uma sacola dentro da sua abóbora?”
“Essa é minha terceira sacola de doces, nunca é demais!”
“Essa é minha cesta para os doces e essa é minha sacola para guardar tudo que ganhei, assim posso pegar o dobro em cada casa.”
“Falta de energia em uma tempestade e no halloween? Por favor, fantasmas, vocês já foram mais originais!”
“Você não é o Beetlejuice, não vai conseguir me controlar ou enganar.”
“Você tá de fantasma, posso entrar embaixo do lençol e me divertir?”
“Por que está com medo?”
“Você é um péssimo zumbi, [ nome ], nunca assistiu The Walking Dead não?”
“Gatinha/o, uma noite comigo e faço seu coração bater mais rápido que uma casa mal assombrada.”
“Você não vai assustar ninguém usando essa fantasia, [ nome da fantasia ] não tem nada de assustador.”
“Eu vejo pessoas mortas.”
“Cuidado! Tem um espírito atrás de você.”
“Eu juro que vi aquela cadeira se mexer! Acredite em mim.”
“É halloween, provavelmente, eles só estão se fantasiando antes da hora.”
“Deve ser só uma pegadinha.”
“Você também viu aquela cruz virando?”
“Tenho certeza que vi aquele espantalho me seguindo com o olhar.”
“Qual é o seu filme de terror favorito? Estou perguntando porque você está em um agora.”
“Você fala Beetlejuice três vezes e eu falo Candyman cinco vezes, quando eles aparecerem, nós os colocamos para lutar e ver quem é o melhor.”
“Você devia ver sua expressão, foi a melhor do mundo.”
“Nós estamos a salvo.”
“Não olhe para trás.”
“Você acha que os fantasmas perguntam se eles acreditam em humanos?”
“Se um apocalipse zumbi começasse agora, no halloween, todo mundo estaria ferrado.” “Por que?” “É halloween, [ nome ], quantas pessoas se fantasiam de zumbi?”
“Eu acho que estamos lidando com um fantasma estrangeiro, ele só sabe escrever ‘yes’ ou ‘no’.”
“O que você fez para esse suco de tomate ficar tão ruim? Parece sangue.” “Como assim suco de tomate? É sangue.” “Espera… Você colocou sangue de verdade?”
“Nós não estamos sozinhos… E não estou falando das pessoas no outro cômodo.”
“Como ele não está usando uma máscara? Não tem como aquele ser seu rosto.”
“Apenas não adormeça.”
“Eu acho que aquilo não é falso… Tem sangue naquela faca.”
“É claro que seu cachorro está vivo, [ nome ], nós não estamos em Frankenweenie.” 
“Sua fantasia de frankenstein ‘tá muito legal! Parece mesmo que os parafusos estão no seu pescoço… Espera… Como assim ‘eles são parafusados’?”
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Trick or treat!
Whirl opens the door. For a second he does nothing, just stares at you. Then he spots your bucket, already half full of candy.
He grabs the bucket from your hands, stealing your candy and closing the door.
You try to protest, you try to open the door but he's gone. You're about to turn around and leave, sad, disappointed.
Then the door opens. Whirl returns. He sticks a flamethrower in your hands, then closes the door again without saying a word.
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abluehappyface · 7 months
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Halloween Ask Game!
Send an ask with "Trick or Treat" and you'll start a session
What you get is completely random each time, and some magical things may happen...
Now let the games begin!
But do be careful out there...
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sam-loves-seb · 6 months
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anything you can give us for that 3k of whumptober day 28? 👉👈
yeah, okay
Giving up his freedom was one thing, but Mickey has not stopped looking out for Ian since the day they ended up in this place together. “There’s a lot of rules that you gottta know, and I need you to know ‘em fast, okay?” Mickey tried to tell him that first night in the cell. Ian wasn’t really paying attention, still riding the high of his last orgasm and mouthing lazily at Mickey’s neck. “Hey,” Mickey snapped, shoving at his face. “I mean it. Pay attention.” Ian rolled his eyes. “I’ll be fine, Mick.” “Yeah. You will be. If you fucking listen to me.” So he did. Being the new guy in the block was still an adjustment though, and Ian learned quickly just how much he was taking Mickey’s presence for granted.
a smol unedited snippet for you. happy halloween.
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kenslilove · 6 months
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playing a lil Halloween game with y’all! <3
Send me a selfship + the troupe that goes with your selfship (i.e., friends to lovers, fake relationship) and I’ll give you and your blorbo a matching couple costume + a lil text bc why not <33
Fandoms that I write for are in my pinned <3
Mwah, happy Halloween my beloveds 🧡🖤
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adrift-in-thyme · 6 months
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Trick or Treat!
Here’s (about) three sentences of the LU boys being gremlins :)
“Here you are, Four,” Wild says, placing a cup of thick, crimson liquid in Four’s hands, “one cup of tomato cider.”
Four looks down at it with a raised eyebrow and asks, “tomato cider? Why not apple cider like everyone else?”
“Tomatoes are fruit remember?” Wild grins innocently and Four’s expression sours into a scowl.
“Champion!”
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sunnysideprincess · 6 months
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Treat please!
🍰treat it is🍽️🥰
"The Iron Knight-"
His breath hitches once, and Steve's eyes find his like any needle seeking north. Feeling like he would break under his knight's curious gaze and end up giving him the truth, Tony opts to stare at the wall.
"What about him?"
"Do you know who he is?"
He purses his lips to keep himself from lying and shakes his head. Whole lies are dangerous, he has learned that the hard way. It is what almost got him killed. But half truths omitted and edited to suit oneself were much safer, much easier to maintain.
"No. But I know how to summon him."
"Could you?"
"Yes. Do you wish to dual him? Or kill him like the court wishes to?"
"No!"
Steve's eyes are wide and round, drowning in indignant fear.
"Absolutely not. I just want his help."
"In a battle? You know he doesn't cross the borders of Man'n." Because this King would never leave his kingdom to be broken and ravaged again.
"No. Not a battle. I-" Steve sighs and falls back on the floor, lacking all the grace with which he fell on his knees for Tony.
"I need armor."
"You? Need armor? The man who always wrinkles his nose for any metal on his body because they slow his pace?"
The knight blushes a deep red, a shy smile pulling across his lips.
"I do not wrinkle my nose, your highness. I have more poise than you."
"Sure you do. And who was it that fell face first on the ground after tripping on his own cape?"
"Not me." He takes Tony by the hand, and gazes up at him with the intensity of a thousand stars in the night sky. "Never me. I'm a changed man, my king."
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deepwithintheabyss · 6 months
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Tell me, mortal: trick, or treat? (For the ask game!)
Have some from what I'm currently writing on
From the Dad!Jason au trying to write the origin/introduction into the situation
If anyone would ask him why he chose to run to Jason, Tim would explain that it had been because he didn’t trust the others to not sideline him and keep him out of his own case.
That would be a lie, Tim hadn’t known what was happening until he was halfway across the city, running away from the origin of all his future problems.
He didn’t remember how he had gotten there, what had happened, or why he was so panicked. All he knew was that he had been working on a case, a very important case and had gone out to check up on something. He didn’t remember what that something was, hell Tim didn’t even remember what the case was about. And he just knew that as soon as he got a moment to calm down he would start to panic over that.
Only when he started to trip over his pants did he realize that there was something wrong going on. The world seemed to grow larger with every ten or so steps he took and when he glanced in the reflection of a window he could see himself appear younger.
Ask Game
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