i am doing it again, folks. if you know about trick-or-treating with me you know the ropes already. if you don't, here's the thing.
i have done this off and on for, like, 11 years or something. i dunno. time is an illusion and i do not have the proper skill line unlocked to control it. anywho.
for the month of October come trick-or-treat in my inbox.
send me an ask that says 'trick-or-treat' in some form or another. if you want me to write a short spooky thing - a trick or a treat that the fates will decide for us - for you (which i love doing) make sure to include a fandom or some characters. otherwise i'll just give you a something random in return. (might be a pic, might be a song rec, might be a few lines of a poem. who knows?)
the point is for the month of October y'all can come trick-or-treating in my asks. come get some engagement. provide some enrichment for a creative soul to gnaw on.
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This is how much I love you. Trick or Treat, Noya and Yams. And yes, I still hate you.
you know i don't even remember what the heck this was about. i vaguely remember something about yams and a joke about yams and Yams and look this is like from two and a half years ago.
so let us just imagine i wrote something worthy of the love and hate and your everlasting friendship yeah? yah.
itās that time again friends.Ā trick or treat time!!!!
those of you who know the drill: asks are open.Ā go.Ā be free.Ā send me shit
those who donāt (or want a refresher)?Ā here you go:
TRICK-OR-TREAT
come trick-or-treat in my inbox requesting ficcies and Iāll either treat you to some fluff or humor or trick you with a horribly twisted sad AU Ā (Iāll use a random generator to pick trick or treat)
send me ātrick or treatā and a character(s) or ship in my inbox and Iāll write you a short little thing (Iāll be doing these all of October so send away!)
like i said, asks are open so feel free to start sending prompts.Ā i might start writing early but i wonāt start posting until october 1st.Ā iāll be doing this all october so feel free to keep sending me asks.Ā go ahead and send me characters/pairings/etc from any fandom you know iām in or have seen me write for. Ā i canāt promise to write every prompt but iāll do my best! Ā (so feel free to send me characters/pairings/fandoms even if i havenāt written them before, but youāve seen me posting about them cause you never know!) Ā feel free to send me a bunch of requests if you want. iām not picky.
i have been doing this for quite a few years now. Ā some of the years (2016, 2017, & 2018) are on AO3. Ā 2019, 2020, and 2021 are only here on tumblr (tagged #trick or treat 2019 and #trick or treat 2020 and #trick or treat 2021 OR if you want to just check out everything (announcements included) use the tag #trick or treat) if you want to check them out. Ā before 2016 is kind of a mess but if you want to search for them on my blog go for it lol.
have fun and stay spooky my friends! Ā hope to see you in the inbox soon!
donāt forget to go send some to @cattatonically and @notsuchasecret some too!!!Ā
okay friends.Ā weāre doing this once again.Ā those of you who have been around a bit know how this works.Ā those of you who donāt?Ā well hereās a refresher!
TRICK-OR-TREAT
come trick-or-treat in my inbox requesting ficcies and Iāll either treat you to some fluff or humor or trick you with a horribly twisted sad AU Ā (Iāll use a random generator to pick trick or treat)
send me ātrick or treatā and a character(s) or ship in my inbox and Iāll write you a short little thing (Iāll be doing these all of October so send away!)
iām not closing my askbox this year like i usually do.Ā if you want to start sending them early go ahead but i wonāt start writing until october 1st.Ā feel free to send me characters/pairings/etc from any fandom you know iām in or have seen me write for.Ā i canāt promise to write every prompt but iāll do my best!Ā (so feel free to send me characters/pairings/fandoms even if i havenāt written them before cause you never know!)Ā feel free to send me a bunch of requests if you want.Ā iām not picky.
i have been doing this for something like 6ish years or so.Ā some of the years (2016, 2017, & 2018) are on AO3.Ā 2019 & 2020 are only here on tumblr (tagged trick or treat 2019 and trick or treat 2020) if you want to check them out.Ā before 2016 is kind of a mess but if you want to search for them on my blog go for it lol.
have fun and stay spooky my friends!Ā hope to see you in the inbox soon!
for every āš¹ā received in my inbox iāll post one random sentence of a random WIP iām currently writing
āIām the mature, responsible one,ā Hajime says before Tsukishima can even open his mouth. Ā āNo one will believe you if you try to rat me out.ā
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you guessed it my lovelies.Ā i am, once again, doing trick or treats this year.Ā this is (i think) the 6th(ish) year i have done these (at least i know i can find some as far back as 2014 so i assume itās year 6)
that means some of you have been here for 5 years worth of trick or treats!Ā holy cripes friends!
anyway.Ā the rules be the same as always.
TRICK-OR-TREAT
come trick-or-treat in my inbox requesting ficcies and Iāll either treat you to some fluff or humor or trick you with a horribly twisted sad AU Ā (Iāll use a random generator to pick trick or treat)
send me ātrick or treatā and a character(s) or ship in my inbox and Iāll write you a short little thing (Iāll be doing these all of October so send away!)
iām gonna have my ask box closed until october 1st(ish) and then iāll open it up for prompts.
you can reread some of the previous years of fun: hereās my 2016, 2017, and 2018 trick or treats! (links open to AO3, you can search my blog for ātrick or treatā if you want to read them, and ones Iāve reblogged from my friends who participated, on tumblr instead)Ā my 2019 trick or treats are not on AO3, theyāre just here on tumblr.
stay spooky my friends and iāll see you in my inbox in a few days!
come trick-or-treat in my inbox requesting ficcies and Iāll either treat you to some fluff or humor or trick you with a horribly twisted sad AU Ā (Iāll use a random generator to pick trick or treat)
send me ātrick or treatā and a character(s) or ship in my inbox and Iāll write you a short little thing (Iāll be doing these all of October so send away!)
Send as many as you like throughout the month.Ā I canāt promise to write every prompt/ship/character but Iāll do my best.Ā Right now my main fandoms are Free! and Haikyuu!! but really any fandom you know Iām in feel free to send a character or two and Iāll see if I can make any magic work for them.
At eleven I hated brushing my hair. Ā It was always a tangled mess because it was thick and long I was always running around outside with it in a ponytail. Ā At eleven I was still a wild child. Ā I always found the misfits, the kids shunned by their peers for being weird, and protected them fiercely. Ā Learned at an early age how uncertain forever is so I took and I took and I took.
At eleven I sat down in class. Ā Alphabetical. Ā Second to last desk in the back right corner of the room.
He sat behind me. Ā A quiet presence.
He spoke quietly. Ā He moved quietly. Ā He existed quietly.
I brushed my hair for the first time in who knows how long. Ā Because I hated knowing he sat there everyday with my ratās nest of a ponytail in front of him.
I donāt remember first words or first smiles or first anything. Ā Just that he was there. Ā And he would talk quietly. Ā And he would smile.
I just wanted to be one of the reasons he smiled.
The next couple years I didnāt see him as much. Ā We didnāt have many classes together. Ā I kept my hair brushed. Ā I kept an eye out for his smile. Ā I fell in like with boys who were quiet and kind.
At fourteen the boys I had fallen in like with all liked me back. Ā The girls didnāt like that. Ā The girls were jealous that I was friends with the boys. Ā (Most of them. Ā The ācuteā ones and the āstrongā ones and the āpopularā ones. Ā They cared less about the āfunnyā ones and the āsmartā ones unless they were ācuteā or āstrongā or āpopularā too. Ā At fourteen I still found the misfits and collected them around me. Ā He did too. Ā Just. Ā Quietly. Ā We would have done anything for him.)
At fourteen our seats werenāt alphabetical anymore. Ā But we still sat near each other in classes. Ā Right side of the room. Ā Back corner. Ā It was our corner. Ā Him and me and select few mutual friends. Ā It was an honor to sit there. Ā In other classes, in between classes, at lunch I flitted around from group to group. Ā But I always came back to him. Ā We all did.
I turned fifteen and the day after so did he. Ā He always seemed to care little that it was his birthday and more that it wasnāt mine anymore. Ā More about me and less about him. Ā Quiet. Ā Like always.
At sixteen I noticed his hands. Ā He was always writing. Ā He never let me read it but he would let me sit next to him and watch him and he would look at me with raised brows expectingā¦ I still donāt know what.
At sixteen I noticed his cheeks were always a bit flushed. Ā His smile would turn mischievous when heād meet my eyes. Ā Heād lean over to say the most ridiculous things to me in that quiet voice and smile a little more when Iād try to stifle a laugh. Ā We didnāt have our corner in classes anymore. Ā But weād still drift together. Ā And in classes we didnāt share I would drift towards our mutual friends more than any other friends of mine.
At sixteen I was one of the only girls to be friends with the boys. Ā With these boys. Ā With my boys. Ā (With him.)
I turned seventeen and the next day so did he. Ā We argued which one of us the Thanksgiving break was for since we got a half day on his birthday. Ā We both knew the answer but we argued anyway. Ā (It was him. Ā Heās always been something Iām thankful for.)
At seventeen I lost a friend, lost a decade long friendship, because of him. Ā He wasnāt the cause of it. Ā He was just the final straw. Ā She hated that I was such good friends with him. Ā I was always around him. Ā I was distracting him. Ā I was ruining her chances with him. Ā She was jealous and acidic and I never told him any of it for years. Ā I let her ātake her chancesā with him. Ā I was still the one who he sat next to. Ā The one heād raise his brows at and smile mischievously at. Ā (I let her keep another friend, another person I loved dearly who always chose her over me. Ā But I kept him. Ā He chose me.)
Sometimes I hated that smiling genius. Ā I once watched him make an entire presentation in five minutes before class and get an A on it. Ā And when he finished he sat down and smiled at me and quietly said ātold you I could do itā and didnāt look away until I told him that he was right.
Seventeen rolled into eighteen and he was right there with me. Ā He stole my notes in class. Ā Drew pictures on them, took up entire pages in my notebook. Ā He left comments, criticism. Ā He hunched over his own notebook and raised his brows when I would try to take it. Ā Heād hand it over only when I promised not to look at what he was working on. Ā Iād leave dumb messages in his notebook for him to find. Ā When he did heād snatch my notebooks back and take his vengeance.
At eighteen we graduated. Ā Alphabetical order. Ā He was one person away from me in the graduation ceremony. Ā We rolled our eyes at each other over all the ceremony and the hoopla surrounding it. Ā At one of our mutual friendās graduation party I asked for a picture. Ā Said friend joked that he hadnāt taken a picture with anyone. Ā He didnāt like pictures. Ā He refused everyone.
And he did refuse. Ā I asked and looked up at him and he said no. Ā I frowned and looked up at him some more and he looked back. Ā Raised his eyebrows at me and then gave me that quiet smile. Ā Itās still one of my favorite pictures out of all my graduation party pictures.
At twenty-four I got married. Ā Thought I was in love. Ā (Maybe I was. Ā But he definitely wasnāt.) Ā
At twenty-six I was separated. Ā
Barely a year later, at twenty-seven, he added me on Facebook, that boy I sat in front of, and we spoke for the first time in nine years. Ā
It was like we had never stopped. Ā The jokes. Ā The puns. Ā First message I sent him I joked about how I had just been thinking about him and he responded with a joke about how he already knew thanks to his psychic powers. Ā It was like always. Ā Quiet. Ā I could see his raised brows and little smile as I read his messages. Ā We shared little bits and pieces of ourselves. Ā More jokes. Ā More puns. Ā More quiet moments. Ā We didnāt message every day. Ā Sometimes it would be a couple months. Ā But every time it was like we had never stopped.
At twenty-eight I went to our class reunion. Ā He didnāt. Ā When I told him how bored I was and how much I missed him he spent the whole night messaging me and keeping me company with his wit and charm. Ā His silly jokes and that quiet smile I could easily see in my mind.
At twenty-nine I got a message from someone from our graduating class while I was at work. Ā
He had died in a car accident. Ā
It had to be a joke. Ā A horrible joke. Ā No way was he gone. Ā He was too smart, too kind, too quietly amazing to just be gone like that. Ā The rest of the night at work my head was filled with a blizzard of nothingness. Ā I would never see his smile again. Ā Never hear his quiet laugh. Ā See him raise his brows at me and give me that indulgent look. Ā Never hear or read one of his ridiculous jokes again.
I turned thirty and the next dayā¦ he didnāt.
At eleven I sat down in front of a boy. Ā
At twenty-nine I (and the whole world) lost him.
At thirty-four I woke up from a dream of him, with his quiet laughter and his silly jokes and flushed cheeks and raised eyebrows, and realized that I loved him. Ā That Iāve always loved him. Ā Not fanciful fairy tale falling in love blushing smiles and sparkling eyes. Ā But soul deep knowing that he was always there, that years and miles apart would never change how we were together, love.
At eleven I was untamed. Ā All tangled hair and wild eyes. Ā Fierce and feral and that fine line between them. Ā I was noise and energy. Ā Heā¦ wasnāt. Ā He was quiet and careful and wide eyes and flushed cheeks. Ā He was fierce, yes, but not feral. Ā Always confident, always himself. Ā And he let me in. Ā Drew me close. Ā Shared smiles and laughter. Ā Chose me above others. Ā And I loved him for it. Ā For every moment that I would look over at him and he was looking back.
At eleven I sat down in front of a boy and fell in love. Ā I never told him, I never even realized it myself really, but looking back I like to think he knew. Ā That every smile, every whispered joke, every stolen notebook, every raised brow, every stupid pun at eleven at night was him loving me too.
At eleven I fell in love, gave my heart to a quiet boy with flushed cheeks curled over a notebook, and was never the same again.
