#sapphirablue

[kalira]

Trick or treat?!

Happy Halloween! Kitties in a briefly-paused 👅 bath for you~

The porch light's on for Trick-or-Treats!

[theshitpostcalligrapher]

Hi! May I please request ‘Evolution isn’t about being better. Evolution is about surviving. Clearly geese decided the best way to survive is to be Evil.’ Thank you!

okay so i cant fit all of that but i can do the latter two sentences 

Askbox is currently closed as I work my way through these older asks

[bobbiesquares]

69 ;)

i was gonna say nice but then spotify removed the numbers from next to the songs for some reason?????? so i had to manually count them and now i'm angry

anyway 69 is Yankee Bayonet by The Decemberists

send me a number and i'll tell you what song it is on my spotify top 100 playlist (pending the numbers reappearing???)

[mxopifex]

Hello!! If palette 1 of the challenge isn't taken, may I please request a Kix in it? Thank you!

Kix has not had enough caf for this...

[fear-crazy-eye]

2C Kix? :D :D

Here is a cute, tiny and extra tired medic for you!❤️ And thank you for the request! Bby really needs some rest!❤️

[badly-drawn-clonetroopers]

I haven’t, no.

@sapphirablue

[vulture-jack]

seto centaur..... setaur

ad;sfklhas;dklfad

[ezzydean]

trick or treat for yakunoya???? :DDD

TRICK-OR-TREAT

come trick-or-treat in my inbox requesting ficcies and I’ll either treat you to some fluff or humor or trick you with a horribly twisted sad AU  (I’ll use a random generator to pick trick or treat)

TRICKYTREAT (aka it’s a treat... until it isn’t)

Morisuke stops in the doorway and stares at the object sitting on the counter with a healthy mix of fear and trepidation.  It’s a random object sitting on Kuroo and Noya’s kitchen counter.  He’d have to be an idiot not to treat it with caution.

“Oh hey what’s this?”  Suga picks up the object without a care in the world.  It doesn’t explode in his hand though Morisuke isn’t sure if that’s because it’s not actually dangerous or because it is dangerous but Suga is just that special that dangerous things turn into puppies frolicking in the sun when he touches them.

“It’s our pumpkin,” Noya answers.  In his wariness of the foreign object on the counter Morisuke had forgotten that his boyfriend was crawling around on the floor digging something out of the bottom cabinets.  He has a moment to admire the way the extra large sweater that Noya stole from him (that he had stolen from Kuroo who had stolen it from someone, possibly Takanobu, last week) hangs off of Noya and shows off the leggings and tank top he’s wearing underneath before Noya pops back out of the cabinet with a triumphant shout.

“That is not a pumpkin,” Morisuke feels compelled to note.  “That is some sort of mutant... thing.  It looks like a pumpkin, a rock, and a volleyball had an orgy and that was the result.”

“Is it really an orgy if there are only three?  Isn’t that more of, you know, a threesome?”

“I didn’t ask you Kuroo.”

“Yeah, well, I’m answering anyway.”  Kuroo braces himself in the doorway behind Morisuke and pushes him into the kitchen with some weird hip thrust that makes Morisuke cringe.  He is not about that from Kuroo thanks very much.  “And it is totally a pumpkin.  See.  Orange and roundish and it has the stem and we’re gonna carve it and put it in the window to keep away evil spirits.”

Noya grimaces.  “Well it’s a little late for the evil spirits.  I mean Suga’s already here,” he adds in what Morisuke thinks is supposed to be a kind of stage whisper but isn’t much quieter than his normal tone.

“Yep,” Suga says cheerfully.  “And I’m gonna slurp your souls out of your bodies with a straw like a milkshake.”

Morisuke takes a cautious step back and bumps into Kuroo who wraps his arm around Morisuke’s chest.

“Suga.  That was a little creepy.”  Kuroo’s arm is hot against Morisuke’s chest, even through his sweater, and he squirms a little.  “You can let me go, Kuroo.”

“Oh, it’s about to get creepier,” Suga declares, smile sharpening into something that turns Morisuke’s blood to ice.

Morisuke thinks he hears Noya say something about not having much of a soul anymore but it’s hard to be sure when Kuroo’s breath is hot on his cheek as he hisses “Run,” and spins to shove Morisuke towards the door.

He stumbles out of the apartment into a bank of fog and goes sprawling to the pavement.  He looks back to see what he tripped over and can barely make out the figure seated just outside the apartment door.  A glint of a toothy smile and curls of brown hair escaping a messy bun register as Azumane somewhere in his mind and then Morisuke bolts into the fog.

prompt: pumpkin/pumpkin carving