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Trick or Treat!! 👀👀
(I drew you a picture but it doesn’t go on anonymous 😭 — I’m sorry but I’m a coward lol)
You got a treat! Fic first, rant later.
morning-slow
Dishes in the sink from last night’s dinner and pink on his cheeks from the stubbly goodbye. Both cheeks: Harry insisted on kissing each one, slowly, green-green eyes too close and too… that, this thing that he did. Like sighing when Draco woke up and gently herding him to bed (go to sleep, love, it’s too early). Smiling when he slunk back, blanket still wrapped around his waist: and wrapping him again in his arms, in kisses, in silly thing and hey, that’s my tea! Giving up and making Draco a cup of his own, the whole world sleep-blurry and Harry-warm, the not-quite-morning quiet around them.
They sat there in steamy silence, only their teas and them awake, and Harry, grinning, couldn’t stop looking up from his notes. When Draco asked what? in a tone too gravelly for irritation, Harry just shrugged. Took his hand and threaded their fingers together. It was Draco’s left and Harry’s right, meaning neither of them could do anything now, and still they were smiling like idiots. Sitting there and just—sitting there.
The sound that came out of him when Harry sighed, when he got up (his hand still in Draco’s), a terrible thing. Scraped his throat and hurt his chest. Harry chewed on his bottom lip, too dear and too sweet, and bent down to kiss the top of his head. Hey, he said, and when Draco stubbornly refused, took his chin. Hello, love.
The humph! he was trying for came out somehow soft, a question. Harry came closer, nose-to-nose. With his eyes that did that thing they always… with affection so thick he could lick it.
Harry kissed his cheek, then the other. Kissed the tip of his nose. Kissed his forehead and his eyebrow and his chin. And Draco laughed, squirming at the ticklish attack, trying to rub himself harder on Harry’s stubble for some silly reason his not-awake mind could not yet determine. Unprepared and undone, so early in the day. Not a day. Just them, just this.
Be good, Harry smiled, with another scratchy kiss, then freed himself from the not-entirely-intentional grip of Draco’s hand. I’ll see you tonight?
That he phrased it a question was probably habit, unintentional. Still Draco found it in himself to roll his eyes, to look up with a flutter of eyelashes and tuck his head under Harry’s arm, on his soft belly. Yes, annoyed and also not, of course, git.
And now it was him and the dishes. And a day, not a day yet, which will eventually turn into night. And more of—this, Draco imagined: a lot more and then some.
Nonnie you drew me something?? WHAT?? What?? How can I see it? Tumblr friends please help how can nonnie send me the picture anonymously?
#drarry fic#Robin trick or treat#440 words#very soft morning to you all#NONNIE YOU DREW ME A PICTURE???#PLEASE I HAVE TO SEE IT#I HAVE TO. I JUST - I HAVE TO SEE IT.#Darling you don't understand I simply HAVE TO SEE IT.#I WILL CRY#rockingrobin69
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HAPPY HALLOWEEN YALL
hope you guys have lots of candy and lots of supersons fluff
(don't worry, Damian is actually really enjoying himself, he's just too proud to admit it)
#yall know that they're in the rich part of gotham#those mf don't cheap out on candy#bruce's car is already full of 2 litre sodas#jon was the only one to convince damian to go trick or treating so this is his first time#he will learn the value of trading candy for services from his brothers#batman#batman comics#superman#superman comics#superman and batman#jon ket#jonathan kent#jonathan lane ket#superboy#damian wayne#damian al ghul#damian wayne al ghul#damian al ghul wayne#robin#dc comcis#dc#halloween#trick or treating#happy halloween#spooky season#supersons#damian and jon#fan art#clip studio paint#digital art
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It's a good time to be a Super Sons fan again! We rise from our ashes! (Jon's beautiful laugh melt my heart)
#dc comics#robin#dc#damian wayne#damian al ghul#son of batman#jonathan samuel kent#Jondami#Damijon#Superboy#Super Sons#Damian and Jon#trick or treat#dc's terror
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caught red-handed this hallow's eve
#grima#grima kardia perezia#fire emblem#oc#fire emblem awakening#fea#fe13#fire emblem heroes#feh#fell dragon#fell robin#male robin#fall reincarnation#neosketches#happy halloween everybody#trick or treat? for this guy? uhh...#watch your fingers if you're not robin!!
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i know halloween was like 2 weeks ago, but i was just reminded that my brother and i once insisted on dressing up as our parents for halloween when we were in elementary school and that got the wheels turning in my brain
So if you’ve read this (i.e. the origin story for the harrington fam in this verse), you might know that they go all the fuck out for Halloween, all the way down to homemade costumes that take weeks to put together. When their daughters are little, Steve and Eddie come up with the costumes on their behalf, but as they get older, it becomes a collaborative effort. Once they hit elementary school, they typically follow the girls' lead.
Which is why, when their two oldest daughters come to them saying they want to be their dads for Halloween, Steve and Eddie are inclined to agree.
Steve knows it’s because the girls had just seen a picture of the two of them from back in the eighties (that sweet spot after Eddie was released from the hospital but before he’d cut his hair short), and though he’s totally down for the idea, he assumes they'll either switch gears to something else or forget about the idea entirely, but as Halloween of 2010 approaches, it becomes clear that their little minds are set in stone.
In the end, it’s kind of spectacular. Robbie’s curly hair is nearly the exact shade of brown as Eddie’s, and the perfect length, and though Moe’s hair is blonde (dark blonde, but still way lighter than Steve’s hair), it’s cut short (just below her chin), and with her bangs, Steve has enough to work with to get it styled into something that resembles how he’d done his hair as a teenager (which isn’t all that different from how he does it now, though maybe a little less dramatic).
Robbie wears black skinny jeans and a Metallica t-shirt (because Eddie is pretty sure the girls’ elementary school wouldn’t appreciate it if they sent her in wearing a shirt that said Megadeth), and because he’s 90% sure they got all the blood out of it, Steve digs Eddie’s old battle vest out of storage to complete the ensemble (after they use electrical tape to cover some of the more questionable pins and patches).
Moe wears a striped polo and Levis and Nike blazers and she absolutely swims in Steve’s letterman, and Steve drills another hole into the wristband of an old watch so it’ll fit around Moe’s fourth-grader wrist, and on the whole it’s pretty incredible.
The girls are over the moon, and Steve is kind of in disbelief that he and Eddie are raising a family so full of love that their daughters want to dress up as them for Halloween???
He actually hit the jackpot, Steve’s pretty sure.
#moe and robbie convince their dads to dress up as *them* for trick-or-treating that night#it’s pretty fucking epic#robin takes plenty of pictures and makes sure they circulate the party#for those wondering about hazel#she is four and in an animal phase (that'll actually end up sticking for life) so she trick-or-treats as a porcupine and is happy as a clam#liv’s steddie dads verse#steddie#steddie dads#steve harrington#eddie munson
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Trick-or-treat!
ask box trick or treat
Hellooooooooo! 'Kay, so i posted a snippet from a wip here, so i think imma share an unpublished fic idea. I didn't pursue this one cuz it was fun thinking about it, but I didn't actually want to write it.
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Jason Todd is a teacher at Gotham City High School, a school for kids who are from below-middle-class families or families in poverty. He teaches English.
Before the analysis assignment, his class has to do, he decides to set up a formative assignment to get them warmed up on analysis. He teaches them basic English skills like literary techniques (metaphors, similes etc.) language features, stylistic features and all that.
But.
The catch is.
The text isn't just any old text. It's fanfic. And some kids recognize it. The others are just confused as to why the teacher is on his knees, laughing while trying to explain and a few other kids are in hysterics too. Even some of the quiet kids and—the popular group of boys and one of the popular girls too?
The whole class is in hysterics, but there is actual analysation happening.
Jason hands out an *ahem* downloaded PDF copy of the, uh, story and the kids analyse that.
Then Jason says at the end to submit their analysis to them then when he looks over them and gives it back, they'll have to copy and paste it in this little box for, uh, extra credit. And everyone wants extra credit of it's so easy so they do it.
Then he asks which of them liked the story, and most of the class raises their hands. The other kids weren't big readers and didn't really enjoy reading or just didn't like analysis and thought this was just some other story. But Jason tells the students who raised their hands to press kudo for, uh, statistical data. Thus, the author gets extra support.
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Yeah, it was fun to think and giggle about at 1am, but not really write it all out lol
#quotidian asks#quotidian fics#jason todd#red hood#robin ii#batfamily#batfam#the batfmaily#bat family#teacher jason todd#fanfiction#ask game#ask box trick or treat#trick or treat ask box#writer ask game#lexa <3
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i think sometimes people overdo it with stobin having like… never had other close friends in their entire lives. knowing other people doesn’t cheapen how important they are to each other now, you know?
steve was close to tommy and carol! robin had her own friends!
neither of them had people that knew them as deeply as they know each other now, but they weren’t just isolated from the entire human race before they met!
#don’t get me wrong. no one loves stobin as each others most important person more than me#but they had people to go trick or treating with lmao#stobin#steve harrington#robin buckley#stranger things#my post
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Tricky treat
happy halloween! you get...
one piece bootlegs! make sure not to chew on them too much!
#one piece#nico robin#nami#monkey d. luffy#roronoa zoro#sanji#i think that last thing is both#trick or treat#halloween
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spooky season is nearing closer 🍭🍬
here’s the gang plus danielle in a group costume
#danny phantom#dc universe#tucker foley#superman#danny fenton#batman#danielle masters#dc robin#sam manson#black canary#dani fenton#dani phantom#digital art#artists on tumblr#my art#fanart#halloween#trick or treat
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trick or treat!
hi robin! i hope you like cotton candy!
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Just a stalker ducky and his target boyfriend
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trick or treat <3
ahhhhh hi tauria!!!!! thank you for the trick or treat<3 🎃🎃🎃
so here's a small (very rough draft) lil drabble of a fem!jaytim idea i've had. its set in a weird timeframe, but basically jaye who's still on the outs with the bats teams up with tim (who has a massive crush on her) to take on the League of Assassins for some reason i have yet to come up with lmao
it's literally just called "tim & jaye take on the league" in my docs xD please enjoy<3
“Sorry, I’m about to be beheaded, can I call you back?” Jaye chirps into her comm, smiling up at the League assassins holding her down.
“What?! What do you mean you’re about to be beheaded?!” Barbara shouts, voice crackling with static.
“What do I mean?” She chokes out a laugh. “I said I’m being beheaded.”
The assassins gathered mumble and whisper to one another, motioning towards her. They seem pretty unconcerned over her kneeling in the dirt, unbothered by the fact that it might have been too easy to catch the Red Hood, one of the prodigies of Batman and Talia al Ghul.
“I-...what?” Barbara’s words stall out, and Jaye can feel the disbelief and shock radiate through her comm.
“Sorry about this,” She rolls her eyes and shrugs, as much as she can, being held down like this. “Work partners, what can you do?”
“No worries, we can wait,” Koru states, in his perfect League dialect.
“Much appreciated, Koru,” Jaye responds back in the dialect, perfect accent and all.
“Hood, be serious,” Barbara barks out.
“I am serious-!” She protests.
“Yeah, Hood is definitely about to be beheaded,” Tim cuts in over the merged comm line.
“Robin?! I-what are you doing with Hood?” Barbara screeches, her voice too high-pitched and crackling through the line.
“What’s it look like I’m doing?” Tim snarks.
“Can we not yell in my ear like a harpy? Oh hey, wait, actually, like a canary,” Jaye jokes, smothering the laughter in her throat.
“Hood!”
“Oh, Jesus Christ,” She mutters, rolling her eyes.
“Robin! Where are you? You’ve been missing since Thursday and-” Barbara asks.
“Uh, yeah. I left a note,” Tim answers.
“Timothy Jackson Drake!”
Tim squawks at Barbara’s words and her frustrated batmom? older sister? tone.
“I’m going to be beheaded with you two screaming in my ear aren’t I?” Jaye groans. “Koru, put me out of my misery.”
“Can do, Hood.” Koru doesn’t hesitate to agree, rolling his shoulders slowly and stepping forward. One of his squad members steps forwards, unwrapping his sword from the green and gold fabric hiding it.
“Oh my god, you two are worse than Cass and Steph,” Barbara groans over the comm line.
“Well, won’t be too much trouble for ya in about 15 seconds so,” She muses, watching as Koru prepares his sword and the other members get into position.
“Hood! Goddamnit-Robin, what’s the plan here? I’m practically blind.” The rapid clack-clack-clack of Barbara’s keyboard echoes over the comm line, a soothing candace compared to the sounds of the League hideout she’s been dragged to.
“We’re waiting,” Tim explains.
“You’re….You’re waiting? Waiting for what?”
“To see if they’ll actually go through with it.” Tim explains their plan like an eccentric scientist, captivated by the potential of his experiment but uninterested in the human squishy bits.
Her successor fascinates her. She kind of wants to let him dissect her, little freak that he is.
“Repeat that again for me.” Barbara’s voice goes stone-cold.
Jaye breathily laughs, watching Koru step directly in front of her with his sword, the silver metal gleaming in the high sun bearing down on them.
“We’re waiting to see if Koru actually attempts to behead Hood,” Tim repeats.
“Robin. Tim,” Barbara stresses his name. “Explain this plan to me, in full detail before they behead Jaye. Now.”
“Ohohoho, I think you activated big sister mode there baby bird,” She laughs, grinning up at Koru.
“I-...Koru won’t actually behead her. Talia’s orders. But it should bring out who were actually looking for.”
“And who are you looking for?”
Tim stays silent. Jaye observes the other league members settle into position, lips twitching with a smile at Tim’s reluctance to answer.
“Tim,” Barbara growls.
“Ra’s.”
“Ra’s? Ra’s al Ghul?!” Barbara screeches.
She winces at the volume, “Hey, hey, hey! I would not like to die--again--with you two arguing in my ear.”
“Now is not the time for jokes, Hood,” Barbara hisses. “Tim, why in god’s name are looking for Ra’s al Ghul?!”
“‘Cuz.”
“Timothy-"
#ask game#ladytauria#🎃🎃🎃🎃#fem!jaytim#jaytim#thank you for the trick or treat!!!!! <3#its a rough draft for sure; kind of need to buff up tim's side of things here and maybe rework barbara's dialogue#but anyways yeah!#it was basically the idea of jaye hates tim; tim is obsessed w/her; but they have a mutual enemy in ra's and jaye realizes as they team up#she actually likes tim and basically just stakes her claim on him like 'this is my robin boyfriend now fuck off bruce'#and tim's just happy to have a tall girlfriend that could kill him with her thighs and lets him do his freaky experiments#not sure where its going though beyond that lol
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Can we talk about how protective Jon is?
#dc comics#robin#dc#damian wayne#damian al ghul#son of batman#jonathan samuel kent#Jondami#Damijon#Superboy#Super Sons#Damian and Jon#trick or treat#dc's terror
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Hii! Can i get a Tim drake uh, treat? first time doin one of these so yeah, thank youu!
Hello! I hope you enjoy this!
Read here, or on AO3
After hours of work, he was finally able to turn off the computer and step away.
Hours? If he were honest with himself, it had been days that he had been working without any real break. This was nothing new, especially since leaving the Manor and setting up his Nest in the middle of Crime Alley. With no one to loom over him, he could get lost in his task and not come up for air until he was finished.
As he stood, Tim’s back cracked and popped, and his knees trembled, not used to the movement after being folded under him since daybreak.
He was used to ignoring his body’s demands. When he had still been growing -something that to his utter disappointment had stopped several years ago, topping him out at five foot almost six- he hadn’t noticed it as it happened until he would put on an old pair of jeans and find that cuffs showed an extra inch of ankle. He didn’t listen to the rumbling of his stomach until he got lightheaded and someone more responsible shoved a sandwich in his mouth.
Creaking with each step but gradually standing straighter as he went, Tim made his way to the master bathroom where he ran himself a hot bath to soak away the stiffness. As he went, he shed his clothes, marking a path from his desk, up the stairs and down the hall.
Each discarded item exposed the marks on his body that he often forgot about as well. Not for any kind of self neglect, but simply because it was easier for him to compartmentalise and tuck those little bits of damage away to be dealt with later. Later just rarely came.
On his belly, the jagged wound from a sword that had run him through while he had been searching for his father. Even now, he wasn’t entirely sure he believed Ra’s when he said that he had survived the surgery and that he hadn’t been dipped in the Pit. It would explain a lot. How he had survived everything else he had faced since, for one. The dark thoughts that often swirled in his mind for another.
He sank into the tub and let the steaming water come to his chin as he closed his eyes and ran his fingers over his body, cataloguing other marks.
The still red slash down his forearm he had sustained from the blade of his future self, delight in his eyes when he saw that it formed on him as well, telling him that there was still a chance that he wouldn’t turn into the monster he was. He had to wear long sleeves now, to save himself from pitying, misunderstanding looks. No real hardship in Gotham, where the sun shone an average of twelve hours a year and there was a damp chill in the air more often than not.
His fingers slid delicately over his throat where the doctors hadn’t quite been able to conceal the scar where one of Penguin’s goons had put a bullet through him. It was mostly covered with the Robin suit, and he wore scarves now when he was in public. Stylish, cool, and stopped any questions from paparazzi.
On his thigh, four parallel lines scored across the skin just above his knee where his first attempt at shaving his legs had gone awry, and Caroline Hill became a waxer instead of a shaver when she went out in short skirts and high heels to spy on targets at a bar. No one ever noticed that she only drank mineral water, and just pretended to sip at the drinks that were sent her way, her crimson lipstick never smudging on the glass. Tim had learned to run in five inch Louboutin So Kate pumps that summer and so far it was a skill that none of his siblings could master. After he had gotten used to the leers and found his new centre of balance while sporting a full bra, there was something about Caroline that boosted his confidence. She was fun, and sweet, and liked to dance, and when she bent over to pick up a dropped pen, all eyes were on her ass. So different from Tim, the reserved and awkward and gangly.
Tim laughed softly, the sound echoing off the walls of his bathroom as the memories of crowded dance clubs came to him and his prick twitched and waved for attention through the soap bubbles sitting on the surface of the water. The last time he had been dancing, strangers had pressed in close, holding his hips and pressing their knees between his own. Pinned between two men he had felt relaxed and carefree, even as he kept a careful eye on his target at the other end of the bar.
He had gone home alone that night, and he was beginning to wonder if he should have given in.
The way his cock throbbed with want, he realised he had been neglecting other needs as well.
And he was so bad at taking care of himself, he needed someone else to do it for him.
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Trick or Treat!!
hello tumblr mutual of 5 years spacey :) i don't know what you look like but surely your profile picture is nothing but accurate hkjfhf <333
[ You have received 1x Jar of Cat Treats for Mango ]
#starlight originals#inbox trick or treating#everyday i miss lego batman movie robin my darling son and never interact with actual dc media hfkjh <33#but i see all the stuff you post about it and i think you are so cool for this <33
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Trick pr treat bestie!!!
ask box trick or treat
Hi hi!
So! Remember how I was asking people to give me ideas on my latest multi-chap wip? The one where Tim unintentionally becomes Damian's parent (he doesn't legally become his parent though, it's... complicated, you'll see).
Yeah, so I managed to bump up the chapter count to 19 chapters! While writing it might reduce or increase or stay the same, but I'm happy with whatever there is. I can, however, share a scene that's gonna happen in it.
Basically, so far, due to crack-y but also complicated circumstances, Tim's accidentally in an apartment while looking after Damian.
Once, Talia manages to get away from loa and come to visit them and she's basically angry at Tim and his parenting skills, but Tim's mad at her parenting skills too.
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"I'm fifteen," Tim snapped back. "I'm not meant to be a parent in the first place. I'm too young to even think about having children!"
"You should at least possess some joint-survival skills," Talia argued back hotly. "Letting Damian drink that hideous drink every day? How barbaric! My son should never be exposed to such peasant drinks."
That was the last straw. Tim flared up and screamed, "YOU'RE THE PEASANT! COFFEE IS A DRINK FROM HEAVEN!"
"AT THIS RATE, YOU WILL BE GOING TO HEAVEN IF YOU DO NOT CUT DOWN THE CAFFEINE INTAKE."
"SHUT UP! I DO WHATEVER I WANT!"
And on and on they went. Talia criticizing Tim and Tim criticizing her back.
Damian was... just there. Watching with great amusement. He had a big grin on his face and everything, eyes shining with silent laughter at his uncorroborated big brother and his biological mother.
"I so have good parenting skills. Better than Ms. Assassin-Mom here," Tim growled. "Hey Damian!" he called, not taking his glare off Talia. "We're going to the zoo."
Damian grinned. "When?"
"Tomorrow."
"I'll go book us tickets." Damian bounded off, leaving Talia and Tim to keep glaring at each other, sending high-voltage shocks with just their eyes.
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This was in outline form, I just added grammar and paragraphs, so please excuse it a little.
#quotidian asks#quotidian fics#tim drake#talia al ghul#damian al ghul#damian wayne#dc robin#tim drake robin#robin iii#tim drake wayne#ask game#writer ask game#trick or treat ask box#ask box trick or treat#evie <3
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