#my inbox is open for trick or treating

[arcane-fox]

Trick or treat! (And I brought you a treat! It got a little wet though 😏)

Happy Halloween, Adi, my autumnal pumpkin latte 🎃

Excuse me? EXCUSE ME? Wet Joel!?! Are you trying to kill me? 🥵 What a gift you have giveth me tonight my friend. I have something special for you...

My candy bowl is empty but I found these Oscars at the bottom. Will that do? Oscar prepared a latte for you as well, tested for quality. Love you, baby <3

[h0neybane]

i turned my trick or treat inbox picture into a base!

i saved this while i was drawing my full trick or treat image as a save point, and i saw some people who wanted to do it too so....... feel free to edit/trace/use however you like! credit is appreciated but not needed. (transparent ver + background under the cut!) i can also do a short lighting tut if anyone wants it haha

[devildarlindumbass]

Trick or treat? (Very nervous)

- @weirrdfrreak

Soup be upon ye

[lurking-loaf]

The pumpkins have been lit and the lights are on! 🎃 Welcome trick-or-treaters! 🎃

Just ring the bell (send an ask) and I'll fish something out of the Mystery Treat Box for you! What's inside? Nobody knows! And no worries if you follow me or not. All are welcome to a little treat!

[mcnotok]

Alright, let's do this.

The game where you sent me a request, and I spin a wheel! If it’s treat? I make it! If it’s trick…?

I make it but shitty

Ends on Halloween at midnight!

[vv-ispy]

[ros-sauce]

I'm not "behind schedule" or "never on time" or anything like that, I am simply keeping the halloween spirit alive a little longer

[blighted-lights]

Trick or treat!!!!

GET TRICKED

[nevertheblood]

🎃🎃 Trick-or-Treat, pls 🎃🎃

HELLO thank you for the ask! <3

this treat is especially for you because while I was napping the other day somehow many of YOUR AUs got caught up and mixed in my head, and I DID want to make something halloweenish, so... here. i gently hand you succubus!dazai and mafia bodyguard!chuuya :3

Chuuya hadn't planned to be in the middle of the red light district after midnight on a Saturday. It had just sort of... happened.

It's not like he's anything close to prudish about it - in his line of work, he can't afford to be - and it isn't the noise, or the bright lights, or the smells that bother him, either. It's more the general feeling of something disgusting, a seedy, grimy undertone that buzzes in the air like flies, that seeps through every brick, every crack in the concrete, every wire of every flickering neon sign, until everything feels so soaked in greasy, sticky sin that nothing could ever cleanse it.

There is violence in the veins of this city, blood that runs in the gutters to feed a beating, battered heart. Chuuya has been tangled up in this huge and electrifying system for almost his whole life, and for the most part, it's a thrill; the bloodshed a means to turn chaos to control, the one handle he might claim to have on his own mess of an existence.

He uses his strength for protection. That's what he tells himself, anyway. Maybe it's what he needs to do, in order to cope.

He'd been called out less than an hour ago. He’d made pretty good time, for the weekend, speeding down the city expressway on his bike, orange streetlights glowing in his peripheral vision, and he'd been able to park nearby, close enough to walk easily. Everything's going a little too well, to start with, and he's on edge as he turns the corner into a dimly lit alley, blinking signs and the residual fluorescence from neighbouring streets the only light to see by.

He finds the right building with well-practiced ease. Chuuya rarely frequents brothels himself, but thanks to his work he knows the way these seedy backstreets tangle and criss-cross as well as the furrows and scars that line his own skin, if not better. There's a puddle by the entryway, of oil or waste water or who knows what, and Chuuya sees his own inverted form, the glow from the stairwell, the vague shape of the skyline above, ripple and distort and blur together.

He hops over the puddle, and starts up the stairs.

He's expecting to have to confer with the establishment's owner on arrival, to have her explain the issue first, but to Chuuya's surprise, the man Chuuya is looking for – or at the very least, someone matching his description – appears to be standing in the hallway, blocking Chuuya's path.

Chuuya stops, and casts his eye over his target.

He's standing at the top of the stairs, above Chuuya, making him look almost unnaturally tall and imposing. He is tall, actually, long legs crossed nonchalantly at the ankle as he leans on the peeling plaster wall. He is staring at Chuuya, eyes fixed on him as he'd ascended the stairs, which is unsettling to say the least. His hair is brown, framing his face in messy curls, frizz like a halo in the stairway’s glow. He's wearing low-rise jeans that cling to his skinny hips and a brown waistcoat over a ratty grey t-shirt that may once have been white. Those clothes match what Chuuya's looking for, unique enough that he's now certain he’s not mistaken – this is his man. His eyes, then, Chuuya thinks, must be brown as per the brief he’d received, but they're almost shining amber in the sickly yellow strip light; amber like a warning, a caution to stop.

The man says, “You've been sent for me.” His voice is smooth, sing-song, playful.

Chuuya's not here to play.

“I’ve been sent to kick you out, actually. You need to leave the premises immediately.”

The stranger doesn't respond to the demand. Instead, he smiles, slow and easy, strangely self-satisfied. “Why should I listen to you?”

“Our organisation controls this whole block.” Chuuya rests his hand at his hip, where his gun holster is clearly visible under his waistcoat. Not the most subtle of threats, but Chuuya’s found that subtle rarely works on idiots like this.

“Oh.” A raised eyebrow, disappearing into a curly fringe that hangs low above those deep brown eyes. “You're mafia.”

Chuuya does not confirm or deny the idea. Not incriminating himself, in case anyone is listening in, but not downplaying his own power, his own capacity for violence.

Rather than saying anything else at all, he carries on with business. “The proprietor here called me, saying you were being a nuisance—”

“A nuisance? How rude—”

“—Hanging around for days on end, not buying anything, just standing in corners like a creep, making paying customers nervous. She asked me to move you along.”

“Move me along? I'm not some mangy stray cat.”

Debatable, Chuuya thinks. He moves up two more steps, closing the distance between them, quietly and instantly raising the threat. “Are you going to go nicely? I'd rather you didn't make this harder for both of us.”

The tall man pouts, as though he were a five-year-old child. “But I'm hungry.”

Chuuya swears he can feel his eye twitching. “Then go eat. How is that my problem?”

“I'm trying to. But you showed up, and made it your problem.”

“What do you—”

The man blinks, then, and as he does so, in the space of half a second, his eyes flicker and change from a honeyed brown to black, deep black, all the way across the sclera, void and empty and inhuman.

“Ah,” Chuuya says, the flat tone of simple understanding. This oddball stranger had probably expected Chuuya to be frightened, or to flinch, but he simply stares back into the inky blackness of those eyes, unimpressed. This is far from Chuuya’s first rodeo, after all. “You’re an incubus.”

The man grins. His teeth look much sharper, now, than they had before. “Succubus, actually.”

“You’re a man.” Chuuya raises one eyebrow. “Aren’t you?”

The tall demon leans over, leering at Chuuya, his face and his dreadful teeth just this side of too close. “You really think it’s as simple as that? Men are always one thing and women another? My goodness, little human. You have a lot to learn, don’t you?”

Refusing to be intimidated, Chuuya folds his arms. “I don’t have to learn anything. I told you, you need to go, and that’s as far as you and I have business with one another.”

The smile full of teeth disappears, and it’s back to the childish pout. “You’re no fun.”

“I’m not supposed to be fun. I’m here to make you leave.”

“I just wanna feed here. I’m not causing any bother.”

“Do you plan on paying for a service?”

“I don’t need to. There’s residual sexual energy in the air all around this building. I can feed on that just fine, what do I need your human coins for?”

“If you’re not gonna pay, then you need to leave.” Chuuya thinks he’s starting to sound like a broken record. He doesn't feel the need to reach for his gun, or any of his knives – this tall weirdo isn't especially a threat at present despite his midnight-black eyes and unholy sharp canines, more just an annoyance. “Go... feed elsewhere.”

The succubus leans back against the grimy wall, and smirks. “Make me.”

[arcane-fox]

Happy Halloween, Ally!!🎃🩷 I came with Joel and he wanted to be a pirate😁 TRICK OR TREAT!

Happy Halloween, Kate, my killer kitty cat 🐈‍⬛

Pirate Joel?! I didn't even know I needed this in my life but I dooooo. What a fantastic costume. Thank you for stopping by with Joel 🖤I'm giving you a treat bag filled with black cherry dum-dums. Enjoy them while seductively sucking on them across from Joel. Get him worked up a bit before he plunders that treasure!

(also Im so sorry I just realized I wasnt following your main blog over here, just aurora! All fixed)

[feralwetcat]

I beg of you jf you wanna inbox trick or treat me do so

Also feel free to do doodle requests, i need to draw more anyways !!

[somethingfishysgoingon]

C’est l’Halloween, c’est l’Halloween (HEY!)

[iri-desky]

Trick or Treat!!! 👻🍬💖

Hey, Sunny!! Happy Halloween!!

❗️[Item Get] You got a box of Sundrops! Everything in this box looks pretty sweet. You give them a bite and every little gummy has a different taste--the ones with skulls on them taste pretty bitter, but have a sweet aftertaste; the ones with the teardrops are bursting with all kinds of flavors! Also, weirdly, they taste a bit like seafood...the ones with hearts on them taste bit sour, but as the flavor calms, they just melt in your mouth. All of them taste so healing...it feels like the box really "cares" for them somehow, huh? Especially those skull ones, you think.

[spookythesillyfella]

Trick or treat!!! And happy halloween!! ^^

graahhh im losing energyyy ..... my lil self CANNOT keep up with all you peeps visiting me – i haven't seen so many folks in one day since ... uhm .... before my break .......

BUT WOWOW !!! RLLY AMAZING COSTUME . FRIEND !!!!

you're getting theeee ......

CHOCOLATE FLAVOURED ONES !!!!!!!

mouthwatering . addicting – everything that a delicious delicacy should be !!!!

[w1f1n1ghtm4r3]

TriCK OR TREAT :D

happy halloween! you get... mmj miku ball?

[that-starry-freak]

(Help this has been just sitting in my files for awhile)

HAPPY (day before) HALLOWEEN!!!

For the next 2 days my asks/inbox is open to trick or treaters! And I'm willing to do little doodles of characters in costumes and things (just any little request people want! With your sona, oc, or a character you like! Maybe I'll even add in my own sona or character interacting ;3)(They have to be simple and small little doodles, however, as I'm an artist for my friends blog and I have a responsibility to that, as well as I just really like doing my own personal projects, and don't have time to do a bunch of complicated poses and things)!!! As a little treat!

Of course, if you wish to stay on anon and not do one of yourcharacters, thats perfectly fine too, anon can get gifts too (whether a certain character, or just of an anon)

Enjoy!!!!