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Spooky

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invisibledxrkness‌:

Standing against the wall Zoey held a glass of blood-red alcohol to her chest, she wasn’t even sure what it was but it was fruity and it was doing the job of making her intoxicated enough to not care much about this party. Her goal had been to wear all white (not her usual blacks) so that she looked like a ghost, you know, slightly better than throwing a sheet over her head. But instead, she stepped out of the den looking like a purest angel. But alas, not having time to change she practically stormed her way to the party and glared daggers at anyone that dared to come too close. 

Mora loved Halloween,she loved everything about it, she loved getting to dress up and have fun. That year she decided to dress up as bat something that looked quite interesting with her bright orange hair. She was at the party for a good hour or so, talking to people and laughing away when she almost bumped into Zoey. “Whoa! That was a close one!” 

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forexer-young‌:

“Oh please, like anyone would know it was either of us.” He was glad she’d said us, and not just him, even though this whole thing was entirely his fault. Stepping forwards he tried to smush some of it down into the pier with his foot, covering his shoes and his lower leg completely in shaving cream. Crap. That had not worked out how he expected and now his shoes were just slipping on the wooden planks of the Pier. Regretable? Never. “Why don’t we just run away and pretend we were never here. I know a great pancake house…”

“You never know they could find out, people can find out a lot of things these days.” She pointed out not wanting to sound paranoid but just to tease him. “Yup that didn’t work now did it.”She chuckled at him. “Sounds good to me I can never say no to pancakes.”She replied already making her escape. “What way to the house of pancakes!”

[rayelledisneypier-blog]

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"Hi" Rayelle grinned at the nearby seagulls, wishing she could throw them a piece of bread from her hotdog. Except she'd just read in an article it was harmful to them. "You guys seem happy today. I'm fine, thank you". She took a bite, resting her elbows on the fence of The Pier, admiring the sea.

Animals were so easy to get along with. So authentic, you never had to be careful of them lying to you or being judgemental in the way humans were.

Little did Rayelle know, she was giving humans reasons to judge her, by talking to animals out loud.

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rayelledisneypier‌:

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“Hi” Rayelle grinned at the nearby seagulls, wishing she could throw them a piece of bread from her hotdog. Except she’d just read in an article it was harmful to them. “You guys seem happy today. I’m fine, thank you”. She took a bite, resting her elbows on the fence of The Pier, admiring the sea.

Animals were so easy to get along with. So authentic, you never had to be careful of them lying to you or being judgemental in the way humans were.

Little did Rayelle know, she was giving humans reasons to judge her, by talking to animals out loud.

Mora was out grabbing something to eat when she noticed somebody at the fence of the Pier, a familiar sounding voice aswell. Making her way over to her, she noticed she was talking to the seagulls nearby. 

“How are they doing today?” She asked happily with a smile on her face before she took a lick of her ice cream. “I bet they want some of your food too.”She chuckled softly.

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Rayelle's eyes widened, waiting for a sarcastic remark that never came. "They're great, if you ask me." She grinned sheepishly, relieved that she didn't make fun of her. "I do want to share my food! It's just that I read it's not good for them. So, I... talk to them instead?" She shrugged, hoping she wouldn't sound as dumb as she felt. It wasn't long before panic kicked in. "I-I don't hear them answering back, just so you know. I know they are incapable of speech."

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rayelledisneypier‌:

Rayelle’s eyes widened, waiting for a sarcastic remark that never came. “They’re great, if you ask me.” She grinned sheepishly, relieved that she didn’t make fun of her. “I do want to share my food! It’s just that I read it’s not good for them. So, I… talk to them instead?” She shrugged, hoping she wouldn’t sound as dumb as she felt. It wasn’t long before panic kicked in. “I-I don’t hear them answering back, just so you know. I know they are incapable of speech.”

“Well that’s awesome news!” She replied happily,very curious by the birds that were in front of her. “Oh well that’s a good thing, we wouldn’t want them to get sick. Sorry little birdies no food for you.” She looked over at them once again. “It would be cool if you could, like Doctor Doolittle! 

[memorizethisday]

2008 // 2017 // 2019

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forexer-young‌:

His face dropped to a deadpan expression, unimpressed, with her response, wiping the last of the shaving cream from his eyes and mouth he began to shake his head, like a little puppy. Flecks of shaving cream sent flying in every which way. Jumping as she said the word quick, flinching and bringing his hands up to protect his face, he thought it was something else, maybe something she’d thrown, or someone running angrily towards them … “Wait what … where the heck are we gonna find paper towels out here?”

It was only now that he looked around to make sure that no one was indeed running towards them, it seemed that he’d gotten lucky once again and this area of the pier was dead. For now.

Mora chuckled as she watched him getting rid of the last of the shaving cream, it going in every direction and thankfully there wasn’t anybody else around to be hit with it. Mora looked around too,scratching her head just a little bit as she thought. “I don’t know, it’s either that or we use one of our jackets or we leave it for somebody to find and track down to us.” 

[rayelledisneypier-blog]

Open starter

"Hi" Rayelle grinned at the nearby seagulls, wishing she could throw them a piece of bread from her hotdog. Except she'd just read in an article it was harmful to them. "You guys seem happy today. I'm fine, thank you". She took a bite, resting her elbows on the fence of The Pier, admiring the sea.

Animals were so easy to get along with. So authentic, you never had to be careful of them lying to you or being judgemental in the way humans were.

Little did Rayelle know, she was giving humans reasons to judge her, by talking to animals out loud.

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rayelledisneypier‌:

Open starter

“Hi” Rayelle grinned at the nearby seagulls, wishing she could throw them a piece of bread from her hotdog. Except she’d just read in an article it was harmful to them. “You guys seem happy today. I’m fine, thank you”. She took a bite, resting her elbows on the fence of The Pier, admiring the sea.

Animals were so easy to get along with. So authentic, you never had to be careful of them lying to you or being judgemental in the way humans were.

Little did Rayelle know, she was giving humans reasons to judge her, by talking to animals out loud.

Mora was out grabbing something to eat when she noticed somebody at the fence of the Pier, a familiar sounding voice aswell. Making her way over to her, she noticed she was talking to the seagulls nearby. 

“How are they doing today?” She asked happily with a smile on her face before she took a lick of her ice cream. “I bet they want some of your food too.”She chuckled softly.

[stompingonabeat]

Hayley Williams For Good Dye Young

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It was coming up to one of Mora’s favourite times of the year, Halloween. She already was in the process of decorating her house will all sorts of decorations, both inside and out, some cute and some scary. She had been taking a seat on one of the benches that adorned the pier, in her own little world. The next best thing to the decorations for her was the costumes,normally she would be amazing at making up her mind but for some reason she couldn’t choose this year.

“A pumpkin? I wouldn’t have to wear a wig or anything or is that too on the nose.” She thought out loud to herself before sighing and throwing her head back a little. “Why is it so hard this year!”

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forexer-young‌:

He had to admit, he could see the entertainment in running around and pretending to be Crash, and lord knows he was good at running around pretending to be something he wasn’t. A well practised skill. Peter had turned around just in time to see that devilish grin across her face, as her body shook like an excited puppy in the rain. Ducking down in an attempt to shield himself from the expulsion of shaving cream, he was sadly too slow. As he stood he clapped slowly, “Bravo.” Now too covered in a smattering of shaving cream blobs. “But now you seem to have made a rather big mess.” Checkmate he thought.

Mora had always been influenced by things around her, thankfully more good than bad, but she couldn’t help trying to be her favourite video game character from time to time. “I got you good!” She exclaimed clapping her hands together seeing him covered in the shaving cream. She looked around and noticed the mess and shrugged her shoulders. “No big deal, just need something to clean it up with, quick find the most paper towels you can!”

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kevthebird‌:

Kev relaxed when they saw the short, bright haired girl beside them. In the dark, Kev didn’t initially recognize Mora, which was surprising given Mora’s inability to blend in based on appearance alone, something Kev as a fellow creative soul understood. Kev met Mora their second day on the job and immediately found the girl’s sweet demeanor and quirky style intriguing. “Oh hey Mora, sorry I didn’t recognize you for a second. It’s been a long, boring day.” Kev took the final drag of their cigarette before extinguishing it on the wall behind them. “What’s up? You’re out late tonight.”

Mora had been the type to stand out amongst a crowd, even though she was short, she could be seen simply by her bright hair colours. Mora got along pretty well with Kev, always up for a chat with them when she saw them. “Oh it’s totally cool, I understand. Finished work late, was about to head home then realised I wanted food, wanna grab a bite to eat with me?”

[the-disney-pier]

The Disney Pier Halloween Meme

😈 - Your muse decides to play a trick on mine, what is the result?

🍬 - Your muse gifts mine a treat, what treat did they give?

🎭 - Your muse is showing off their Halloween costume, what did they decide to dress up as?

🧠 - Our muses get lost in the Mirror Maze together, what does yours do to help find a way out?

🦇 - A horror character performer just jumped out of nowhere! What does your muse do?

💀 - Your muse literally bumps into mine at a Halloween party, what does your muse think of mine?

🔮 - My muse offers to help yours to decorate, does your muse accept the offer?

🤡 - Your muse is facing down their biggest fear, how do they react?

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Kev stepped outside the costuming department and was pleasantly surprised to find the pier so sparse. They preferred the amusements this way, less blinking lights and minimal noise; just a few well-dresses groups hurrying around the pier, seeking out the late-late night life that Kev had little interest in exploring after a long day of sewing shoulder pads into performers’ costumes. Kev picked the band aid wrapped around their left thumb protecting the gash created when Kev jumped at the sound of the fireworks, unused to the way they reverberate off the concrete workspace walls.

Still a little shaken up, Kev pulled a cigarette out of their pocket and leaned against the brick wall, hoping some late-night people watching would calm their nerves. Despite being an official employee at The Pier for a little over a week, Kev had kept to themselves, preferring to watch the chaos unfold around them before getting too attached. After a few minutes of watching the blur of tourists and employees begin to reach their final destinations, whether they staggered sleepily into one of the many ocean front hotels or drunkenly into one of the bars, Kev felt calmer. Just as they finished their cigarette and began thinking about heading home themselves, Kev felt someone step up next to them and rest against the building. Kev took a deep breath, and attempted to sound more annoyed than anxious when they barked, “Can I help you?”

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kevthebird‌:

Kev stepped outside the costuming department and was pleasantly surprised to find the pier so sparse. They preferred the amusements this way, less blinking lights and minimal noise; just a few well-dresses groups hurrying around the pier, seeking out the late-late night life that Kev had little interest in exploring after a long day of sewing shoulder pads into performers’ costumes. Kev picked the band aid wrapped around their left thumb protecting the gash created when Kev jumped at the sound of the fireworks, unused to the way they reverberate off the concrete workspace walls.

Still a little shaken up, Kev pulled a cigarette out of their pocket and leaned against the brick wall, hoping some late-night people watching would calm their nerves. Despite being an official employee at The Pier for a little over a week, Kev had kept to themselves, preferring to watch the chaos unfold around them before getting too attached. After a few minutes of watching the blur of tourists and employees begin to reach their final destinations, whether they staggered sleepily into one of the many ocean front hotels or drunkenly into one of the bars, Kev felt calmer. Just as they finished their cigarette and began thinking about heading home themselves, Kev felt someone step up next to them and rest against the building. Kev took a deep breath, and attempted to sound more annoyed than anxious when they barked, “Can I help you?”

Mora was just finished work, she was thinking about having a night in or maybe going out for something to eat before she headed home as she didn’t feel like cooking that day. Hands stuffed in her pockets, she hummed to herself before she spotted somebody familiar outside smoking. She walked over and stood next to them before their voice made her jump a bit out of her skin. “Sorry Kev, didn’t mean to scare you or anything. I was just wondering how you were doing that’s all.”

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ba-byteeth‌:

She thought for a moment about the fae comment. Toni had always been one to believe in frivolous things like that. After all, she had believed in fae her whole life and the Toothfairy until she was about thirteen. Her parents never wanting t take the magic away from their youngest child. It would be all she had left of her innocence. Toni’s fingertip traced the length of the feathers. Her mind taking her back to a much simpler time.

“Thank you,” she said with a soft smile, “I guess a part of her never really left me. I always seem to find myself drawing her in one way or another. Then again, I’ve always sort of believed in fae. With a cruel and harsh world we need some kind of magic to hold on to.”

Mora always had a fascination with mythical beings, she had a fascination with everything really but those really stuck with her. If people talked about it she would always be sucked in imagining what it would be like to be around such things. 

“Well that’s a good thing, I mean it’s like she’s looking after you by staying with you all this time even if it’s just in drawing form.” She replied with a warm smile appearing on her lips. “It’s always good to have something like that, to take you away from the real world, even if it’s something small.”

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cindiallen‌:

There was a moment every morning, when the strip quieted down and the sun peaked over the horizon. The sky filled with oranges and reds, chasing away the deep blue of the night and warming the air. No one else was on the pier and Cindi breathed deep, savouring the smell of the ocean. Her shift didn’t start for another twenty minutes and so she sat there, legs dangling off the edge of the pier and watched the sun rise. 

A creaking noise caught her attention and she twisted her head, surprised to see someone coming her way. The bright light from the sun reflected off the signs along the pier and Cindi brought up one hand to shield her eyes and cut the glare. “Good morning,” she called out, squinting to make out the person’s face. “Heading home or heading to work?”

Mora was out for a walk, best way for her to wake herself up for the day ahead, it was the best way to wake herself up. Humming to herself, she made her way down the pier without a care in the world. However it was the sudden sound of a voice that caused her to snap out of the little day dream she was having and turn in the direction of the voice. “Good morning to you too!” She smiled and waved at her. “Well not heading to work yet, I’m just an early bird.” 

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forexer-young‌:

His smile dropped very quickly as he stared at her, “Oh yeah, that makes much more sense.” Glancing at the crates beside them he was now thinking about whether he would get in trouble if he started kicking and jumping on boxes. He was still giggling away when she spoke her lightly veiled threat. Staring at her with a slack jaw he leapt back from her, holding his hands up in front of him like a ninja. “Oh yeah…” Motioning for her to come closer he winked. “Bring it on.” Flicking his fingers with the last of the shaving cream at her.

Mora couldn’t help but laugh as he began to jump and kick the rest of the boxes that were close by just like he was a part of a video game. She folded her arms across her chest with a smirk on her lips as he walked back up to her. “If it’s a snow fight you want it’s snow fight you shall get!” She declared shaking her head to let the shaving cream from her face hit him.

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forexer-young‌:

“I mean Crash is highly debatable, you can’t go around just punching pigs and old ladies.” Leaning down he scooped up the biggest handful of shaving cream from the snow pile, “It is not better, it was supposed to go off in your face … like this.” Tossing the giant handful at her face he leapt back out of range of any retaliation, his cheeky grin slipping back into place after a short moment. “Oh no wait, it’s better now.” Clutching his stomach he burst into a fit of giggles, doubling over as his sides began to ache.

“You make it sound like I have done that or have thought about doing that. I was talking about the boxes I would never do that to a pig or old lady.” She pouted,folding her arms across her chest. “My face? Now where’s the fun in..”Before she could finish what she was saying her face was met with some of that shaving cream,looking like she took a pie to the face. “Oh I will get you, don’t start something with me if you plan to run from it.” She smirked as she took some of the shaving cream throwing it at him as he doubled over.

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forexer-young‌:

“Gambling is a sin!” Teasing as she spoke of being maybe a betting woman, giving another shrug he held out a sweeping hand towards the box, gesturing for her to go ahead and pick it up, or open it. “Wait kick it? I don’t think the box will appreciate that! CRASH ISN’T A GOOD ROLE MODEL!” He blurted out rather quickly, leaping off the crate and running towards her. Running towards the box he felt like everything moved slower as her foot lifted and kicked towards the box. He was right next to her as her foot disturbed the box, the lid shooting off the top and a large explosion of shaving cream erupting up and spraying their shoes and lower legs, a large big fluffy pile of white shaving cream now right in front of them. “Gosh darn it, Mora. You ruined it.” His energetic run towards her to try and stop her kick had made him forget to throw the firecracker. Quickly shoving it into his pocket with a disappointed look of dejection.

“Eh, everybody sins so what are you gonna do.” She replied to him shrugging her shoulders while she went for the box with her foot. “You’re right, he isn’t a good role model, he’s a GREAT role model!” She cried out as she kicked the box. She jumped a bit with a laugh as the lid of said box popped off revealing the large amount of shaving cream that was now exploded all over the ground their legs and their shoes which didn’t seem to bother her. “I didn’t ruin it, I made it better! Come on it’s like a little snow pile!”