did some ask box trick or treating over on my main blog last night! here’s the cute lil halloweeny treat spot illustrations i did on the fly for the occasion. i do a lot of seasonal decor design work for my day job, but rarely stuff i get share, so it was fun doing something in that vein all my own for a change.

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 'Kay, so i posted a snippet from a wip here, so i think imma share an unpublished fic idea.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

Trick or Treat! 🧙 (Daniel)

Daniel has absolutely lost his shit laughing at Halloween parties where he encountered someone dressed as a vampire. Probably after asking them a bunch of questions, like "When were you turned?" "Are you afraid of crosses?" And then he makes a bad joke about how he's interviewing the vampire and Armand or Marius will come pull him away while he's cracking up and the poor person who decided to dress as Dracula has no idea why this dude in the Luke Skywalker outfit is acting so damn weird about it. (Daniel enjoys dressing as Star Wars characters for the light saber he gets to carry. Armand staunchly refuses to dress as Yoda even though it's vampire birthday and he doesn't ask for much, goddamn it. "You asked for the blood and got it. Be satisfied, beloved." He will dress as Han and one year they got Marius to be Obi Wan and that was great.)

Trick or treat! 🍭🍬🍫

(take your time! 💖)

Um so. I think this is a trick (sorry).

This is the cut lead up to this angsty micro I posted awhile back. I absolutely love it, but it was too long for the 500-word rule I allot myself, so I've tucked it away in hopes I can repurpose it another time.

Helplessness. That’s the feeling that wraps its icy hand around James’ gut as his wife’s head buries into his shoulder, his eyes rereading the last line of the letter in his hands. Over and over and over. Fabian and Gideon Prewett, along with Diane Hughes and David Sims, have officially been recovered from Leeds, and have paid the ultimate price in the name of justice. Four of them. Four more Order members, dead, as Voldemort’s followers grow in their boldness, as Lily and James hide away in Godric’s Hollow, as the war rages on and their son stays a target. Lily is trembling, stifling her sobs in an effort not to wake the sleeping boy in the next room, and James lets the parchment fall from his fingers as he wraps his arms tightly around her, placing a kiss on the top of her head. “How long, James?” she croaks. “How long can we keep doing this while our friends die?” “As long as we have to, Lily. For Harry.” He brushes hair away from her damp face and sees that beneath the tears there’s a fire simmering in the depths of the deep green. It’s a devastatingly lovely picture, and he dips his lips to brush her cheek; she shudders. “James, what if—” “Love, you can’t spiral.” His admonishment is gentle, lips brushing across her other cheek to soften the words. Dread pools higher and higher in his stomach remembering the last letter they’d received—how Lily had been nearly catatonic at the news of Dorcas’ death for days. “We need you.” Lily blinks. “I won’t. I just—it just hurts, so much.” She squeezes her eyes shut, hands fisting in the material at his chest, tears tracking down her cheeks as she opens her eyes again and that simmer has stoked to a fire, angry and scorching. “It hurts.” “I know,” he murmurs, placing another kiss on her jawline. He repeats this concession like a mantra: ‘I know.’ Kiss. ‘I know.’ Kiss. ‘I know.’ Kiss.

Trick or treat! Mostly treat, please!

Mostly a treat, you say? Which means there is a little room for trickery, yes?

And who is better at trickery than dearest Mitsuhide?

A while ago, I made an attempt of using clusters to try and map out my thinking process when it comes to fic writing, so I could try and visually see where ramblings could take me. Here's the IkeSen portion of that (admittedly quite large) clusterfuck of ideas, based on an idea from an old Fictober prompt: You Keep Me Warm

So, based on this image and that Mitsuhide is at the forefront of this idea, let's go have a lil wip!

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The road to recovery wasn't an easy one, Mitsuhide was quick to realize, when he had found you had thrown your blankets off, once again. Even wrapping you as if you were a small caterpillar in the chrysalis did little to deter you. Perhaps he should next seek out midwifes for advice on techniques swaddling fussy infants as clearly his method was lacking. With a sigh, he knelt beside your bed and corrected the sheets, pulling them over your shoulders. It eased his frayed nerves that you were steadily gaining your strength back, thankfully. What he didn't like was discovering your chilled limbs whenever he checked on your during the night. Doubly frustrating was finding other parts clammy with fever. He wiped your brow with a cool, damp cloth. "…Is cold." you whispered hoarsely, shivering. "You'd be warmer if you kept your blankets on." Heavens above, he was turning into Hideyoshi, he thought with a bitter laugh.

Askbox Trick or Treat!

okay blowing out the light in my jack-o-lantern and going to bed now! happy halloween to all and to all a MERRY CHRISTMAS SEASON STARTING IN ONE HOUR AND SEVENTEEN MINUTES justkidding!

here’s the couple treats i didn’t get to post:

chocolate witch hats in milk and dark chocolate!

and

a candy apple with artisan crafted caramel webbing (by the caramel spider itself)

🎃

Trick or treat! 🎃 👻 ❤️

Looking through my wips, I found this snippet I wrote about that comic where Leia tells Kes Dameron about the time Han and Chewie risked their lives to save Echo Base. I put it on the Hungry Hearts doc, but I still don't know if it'll end up being a chapter or an entirely separate thing:

Here’s what she didn’t tell Kes. She looked down at the unforgivable whiteness of Hoth, illuminated by countless lights, from the Falcon’s cockpit until her eyes watered from the glare. When she heard Han’s voice, the vice grip squeezing her heart relaxed, and her hands began to shake, which she thought was illogical—they were all right, they were alive. There was nothing to worry about anymore. Nien Nunb and her took the Falcon down to the hangar again, ahead of the rest of the ships. Even from the entrance, they could see the black smoke coming out from the corridors. That gave Leia pause. She’d heard the noise from whatever had exploded. She’d heard Han coughing. She wondered if he hadn’t been bluffing. If maybe he hadn’t really made it out. Her heavy boots slammed against the deckplates as she sprinted through the freighter, down the ramp, the noise turning into soft thuds as she hit the snow. The air stank, but it was breathable. Han and Chewie were sitting down by one of the exits, their backs against the wall, catching their breath. Han’s hat and goggles lay discarded at his side. When he spotted her coming, his mouth quirked up on one side. ‘Hey Princess, what did I tell ya?’ he told her, after which he coughed a little. ‘Can you give me a hand?’ Leia took the gloved hand he was holding out and tugged. When he was firmly planted on his feet, without thinking, she threw her arms around his torso and hugged him. His clothes smelled so strongly of fuel, she had to choke back a cough. She also smelled singed hair, or fur, possibly both; she had barely stopped to look at them. Even so, she pressed her cheek against his heavy padded parka, eyes shut tight. Han stiffened at first, too surprised to react, she thought. Leia wasn’t prone to displays of affection like that, least of all in public. Or with him. But, after a beat, she felt his arms wrapping around her, holding her close.

get a trick or a treat! 🎃🍬

TRICK OR TREAT!!!

Happy Halloween!

You receive:

Cute picture of my dog!

twick or tweat! 👻

salty my love, since it's you, I cast new fic idea upon ye:

okay now hear me out hear me out....EITHER deserted island au OR private detective au.....eh eh???

ask box trick or treat 🎃

Trick or treat >D

👻💕👻

Well, let's see what I have for you xD...

I think I'll go with a picture of my notebook 💕 you might even see something you like xD ... if you can read my writing, that is 😂😂😂😂

*knock knock*

TRICK OR TREAT!!

Oh my gosh, like @uncannycerulean I’m so unprepared for the trick or treating, and also it’s midnight here now and I thought I’d be in bed by now, but I made my husband run to the store and get this kind of candy

They’re chocolate filled wafers and toffee filled chocolate, and tomorrow I’ll pass the city where they’re made. I hope you like them!

trick or treat!

ask box trick or treat

Hii! Omg, okay so, here's another one of my unposted wips:

“The pollen Ivy sprayed Red Robin with,” Joker said quietly, a grin taking over his features, “calls for the first person to touch him to sit with him until the pollen leaves.” The Bats all stared at him with skepticism. “Harley honey told me about it once. But... it’s your choice.” Joker let go of Tim’s wrist and Tim fell to the floor, screaming and reaching out for the Joker, ignoring Bruce, tears resuming and making their way down his cheeks. “You let Red Robin suffer, or…” Joker’s grin grew wider with more glee. “You let me help him.”

It's angst :D

trick or treat - Daniel ^_^

Left to his own devices, Daniel is a lazy costumer, the guy who will grab a shirt and splatter some ketchup on it and say he's a guy with a stab wound or wrap some toilet paper around himself and say he's a mummy. Not because he doesn't enjoy dressing up in fun costumes but because he doesn't really plan ahead.

Luckily in most cases Armand has probably already bought his costume and has it laid out on the bed for him, so he doesn't need to fret too much.

I also think their first Halloween together, Armand took Daniel to the costume shop and spent half the night trying on all of the wigs, and asking inane questions about the meaning of dressing as a cowboy in the modern era.

TRICK OR TREAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

HELLO Athena THANK YOU FOR YOUR PATIENCE.

.....Taylor's Say Don't Go got me in my i'll be fine, i'll be good feels and uh....I've started a James POV. (It won't be the whole fic, just certain scenes). So....spoiler alert for chapters 4-5 under the cut.

NENA DO NOT READ THIS!

Trick or Treat in my ask box! 👻

So uh. This is taking place roughly 2 months after Slughorn's party.

“You know that raggedy old shopfront–Murk’s?” “Yeah, what of it?” “…Evans works there.” Four days. He had managed to keep his distance for four days. But now, standing on the other side of the street from Murk’s Apothecary, he can see her—faintly, through the grime-covered windows. Lily.

Hello trick or treat

Hi, Julie!

For this one, I'm sharing notes!

Last year, I made a headcanon list of the IkeVamp suitors helping their love put on a corset (more broadly helping them get dressed, but corsets were a prominent clothing article)

And I also made some notes in case I wanted to make a list featuring other IkeSeries suitors. This list is for the IkePri suitors.

Jin-knot Chevalier-knot bc efficient but looks like a bow bc he's so perfect at everything, lol Clavis-bow (is it possible to make a bow version of the written Lelouchian?) Alternatively, it's a trap! Leon-knot Yves-bow bc pretty Licht-knot bc fast and easy Nokto-bow Luke-bow Sariel-knot Rio-bow bc you're his favorite person, you deserve to feel pretty :D Silvio-knot. He throws money at it and it magically knots itself Keith-Knot, but in different ways bc of the two different Keiths. They piss each other off when they see the other's handiwork at the their beloved's ribbons Gilbert-doesn't matter, he'll take it apart with his teeth

Trick or Treat!!

for you have a marvelous little bag-o-bones!! 💀