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((GIMME CHRIMMAS/YULE/LIFE DAY SHIT))
@thehouseofivo
One of Nightshade’s favorite things to do was rifle through stuff. And Julian’s tower was full of stuff. A lot of it she didn’t understand, but her thieve’s mind quickly realized what was valuable and what wasn’t. Not that she was going to steal anything, mind you. But some habits didn’t die when you did.
The poltergeist was humming some old Irish tune, looking through some cabinets towards the ceiling.
Victor was rememorizing the fortress, as Julian had shifted the rooms around again. Why, Victor didn’t know...
But when he spotted this....
Whatever it was...
He had to investigate. “And just what do you think you are doing?”
The blond ghost ducked her head under her arm to look at him. Her brows shot up, surprise on her face. She quickly flew down and stopped in front of him, still not touching the ground so they were at eye level. Nightshade cocked her head and tapped on the helmet of his suit.
“Are you dead? You’re not...warm, but you also don’t feel dead.”
“.....I might as well be dead.” Victor grumbled. “But no. My body was mutated due to an.... accident. I can no longer survive in temperatures higher than Sub-Zero.”
“I am Victor Fries. Husband of Nora Fries and Peer of Julian.”
The ghost nodded as if that made complete sense.
“Nice ta meetcha!” Then she dropped to the ground and gave a proper curtsy. “I’m Nightshade, wife of no one living or dead, and attached to Julian. My friends call me Nights. Now, in answer to your previous question, I’m just lookin’ through stuff.”
Big Mac: "Howdy Pinkie, Happy Nightmare Night" the muscular stallion currently dressed as a scarecrow said as the pink one came up to the Apple's traditional Apple Bobbing stand.
“Happy Nightmare Ni—“
Oh. Oh goodness.
Now, while Pinkie Pie had always thought Big Mac was quite the stud, he was looking extra studdie in his costume with the artistically placed rips showing off bulging muscles.
Her pink cheeks blushed darker and Pinkie hoped the moon wasn’t bright enough to show it. She bounced nervously, the skirts of her candy witch outfit flouncing with the movement.
“Happy Nightmare Night,” she tried again, thankfully successfull this time. “How’s the bobbing going?”
Pinkie grinned, bouncing slightly in excitement. “Yay! It’s a date~” She dug into a pocket and whipped out a black and white stripped bag. “Lucky for you, I got an extra bag for candy! Can we go now or do we need to wait for this?” she asked, motioning at the apple bobbing bucket.
“I think we can head on out. Dont look like anyone comin’ by and have started trick ‘r treatin’” he said looking around as he noticed everyone moving on from the festival for now. ‘I reckon we got ‘bout few hours 'fore I should get back to the stand.“
“Yay~” Pinkie grabbed his hand and lead him to the first stop. “I know where all the best candy is. We just gotta make sure we save some good stuff for Princess Luna.”
“Course we do, I hear this year she’s into creamy sweets, so I’ll keep an eye out for those” he said as he followed her along. “Now I’m a bit rusty when it comes to trick 'r treating, so I’ll try to stay outta yer way pinkie”
“I’m sure she already has the creamy sweet she really wants,” the baker said with a giggle. “And don’t worry about it, Big Mac! I’ll get you back into top trick or treating shape!” When they approached the closest house, Pinkie had them hang back to let the gaggle of kids get their candy before approaching. “Now, just hold out your bag...” She demonstrated with her own pink bag. “And say trick or treat!”
Big Mac: "Howdy Pinkie, Happy Nightmare Night" the muscular stallion currently dressed as a scarecrow said as the pink one came up to the Apple's traditional Apple Bobbing stand.
“Happy Nightmare Ni—“
Oh. Oh goodness.
Now, while Pinkie Pie had always thought Big Mac was quite the stud, he was looking extra studdie in his costume with the artistically placed rips showing off bulging muscles.
Her pink cheeks blushed darker and Pinkie hoped the moon wasn’t bright enough to show it. She bounced nervously, the skirts of her candy witch outfit flouncing with the movement.
“Happy Nightmare Night,” she tried again, thankfully successfull this time. “How’s the bobbing going?”
Pinkie grinned, bouncing slightly in excitement. “Yay! It’s a date~” She dug into a pocket and whipped out a black and white stripped bag. “Lucky for you, I got an extra bag for candy! Can we go now or do we need to wait for this?” she asked, motioning at the apple bobbing bucket.
“I think we can head on out. Dont look like anyone comin’ by and have started trick ‘r treatin’” he said looking around as he noticed everyone moving on from the festival for now. 'I reckon we got 'bout few hours 'fore I should get back to the stand.“
“Yay~” Pinkie grabbed his hand and lead him to the first stop. “I know where all the best candy is. We just gotta make sure we save some good stuff for Princess Luna.”
@thehouseofivo
One of Nightshade’s favorite things to do was rifle through stuff. And Julian’s tower was full of stuff. A lot of it she didn’t understand, but her thieve’s mind quickly realized what was valuable and what wasn’t. Not that she was going to steal anything, mind you. But some habits didn’t die when you did.
The poltergeist was humming some old Irish tune, looking through some cabinets towards the ceiling.
Victor was rememorizing the fortress, as Julian had shifted the rooms around again. Why, Victor didn’t know...
But when he spotted this....
Whatever it was...
He had to investigate. “And just what do you think you are doing?”
The blond ghost ducked her head under her arm to look at him. Her brows shot up, surprise on her face. She quickly flew down and stopped in front of him, still not touching the ground so they were at eye level. Nightshade cocked her head and tapped on the helmet of his suit.
“Are you dead? You’re not...warm, but you also don’t feel dead.”
Big Mac: "Howdy Pinkie, Happy Nightmare Night" the muscular stallion currently dressed as a scarecrow said as the pink one came up to the Apple's traditional Apple Bobbing stand.
“Happy Nightmare Ni—“
Oh. Oh goodness.
Now, while Pinkie Pie had always thought Big Mac was quite the stud, he was looking extra studdie in his costume with the artistically placed rips showing off bulging muscles.
Her pink cheeks blushed darker and Pinkie hoped the moon wasn’t bright enough to show it. She bounced nervously, the skirts of her candy witch outfit flouncing with the movement.
“Happy Nightmare Night,” she tried again, thankfully successfull this time. “How’s the bobbing going?”
Pinkie grinned, bouncing slightly in excitement. “Yay! It’s a date~” She dug into a pocket and whipped out a black and white stripped bag. “Lucky for you, I got an extra bag for candy! Can we go now or do we need to wait for this?” she asked, motioning at the apple bobbing bucket.
@thehouseofivo
One of Nightshade’s favorite things to do was rifle through stuff. And Julian’s tower was full of stuff. A lot of it she didn’t understand, but her thieve’s mind quickly realized what was valuable and what wasn’t. Not that she was going to steal anything, mind you. But some habits didn’t die when you did.
The poltergeist was humming some old Irish tune, looking through some cabinets towards the ceiling.
Big Mac: "Howdy Pinkie, Happy Nightmare Night" the muscular stallion currently dressed as a scarecrow said as the pink one came up to the Apple's traditional Apple Bobbing stand.
“Happy Nightmare Ni—“
Oh. Oh goodness.
Now, while Pinkie Pie had always thought Big Mac was quite the stud, he was looking extra studdie in his costume with the artistically placed rips showing off bulging muscles.
Her pink cheeks blushed darker and Pinkie hoped the moon wasn’t bright enough to show it. She bounced nervously, the skirts of her candy witch outfit flouncing with the movement.
“Happy Nightmare Night,” she tried again, thankfully successfull this time. “How’s the bobbing going?”
“’s goin’ alright, ain’t no one beatin’ the record yet of 10 apples in a minute yet” he shrugged. The farmer had to admit, the baker did look particularly good in that outfit of hers. “Nice costume Pinkie” he said deciding that was the appropriate compliment.
“You like it?” she asked, twirling. “Rarity made the dress and hat, but I made all the candy!” She plucked a hard candy off her belt and popped it in her mouth. “I’ve got all the snacks I need for tonight~”
Big Mac was more than a snack. He was a whole meal.
“Now why ain’t I surprised that’s one of Ms. Rarity’s outfit’s. Gal can make just about anythin’ a dress” he chuckled as he watched her toss a candy in her mouth. “That so, well then, guess you won’t be trick ‘r treatin’ then?” he teased her. He knew the answer, he just felt like teasing her a little bit.
“This is just for toniiiiiiight, I still need to get candy for tomorrow!” Then she paused for a moment, glancing around. “So, uh...Big Mac? Do you wanna go trick or treating with me?”
Big Mac: "Howdy Pinkie, Happy Nightmare Night" the muscular stallion currently dressed as a scarecrow said as the pink one came up to the Apple's traditional Apple Bobbing stand.
“Happy Nightmare Ni—“
Oh. Oh goodness.
Now, while Pinkie Pie had always thought Big Mac was quite the stud, he was looking extra studdie in his costume with the artistically placed rips showing off bulging muscles.
Her pink cheeks blushed darker and Pinkie hoped the moon wasn’t bright enough to show it. She bounced nervously, the skirts of her candy witch outfit flouncing with the movement.
“Happy Nightmare Night,” she tried again, thankfully successfull this time. “How’s the bobbing going?”
“’s goin’ alright, ain’t no one beatin’ the record yet of 10 apples in a minute yet” he shrugged. The farmer had to admit, the baker did look particularly good in that outfit of hers. “Nice costume Pinkie” he said deciding that was the appropriate compliment.
“You like it?” she asked, twirling. “Rarity made the dress and hat, but I made all the candy!” She plucked a hard candy off her belt and popped it in her mouth. “I’ve got all the snacks I need for tonight~”
Big Mac was more than a snack. He was a whole meal.
((Look it Nightshade))
halloween/fall starters ! 🎃
masterlist of autumn and halloween themed sentence starters!
❝ i made pumpkin cookies! want to try one? ❞
❝ thanks for bringing me to this fall festival. ❞
❝ let’s go to the fall carnival! ❞
❝ let’s go get a pumpkin frappucino! ❞
❝ do you wanna go walk in the leaves with me? ❞
❝ did you cut yourself carving the pumpkin? let me see it. ❞
❝ how does my pumpkin look? ❞
❝ we can go get hot chocolate after this movie? ❞
❝ want to go to this halloween party with me after school? ❞
❝ stay still i’m almost done with your costume. ❞
❝ let’s paint pumpkins. ❞
❝ hurry up! we’re going to be late for the costume party! ❞
❝ help me decorate! ❞
❝ let’s open some windows, okay? ❞
❝ it’s starting to rain… ❞
❝ bring a jacket! ❞
❝ i didn’t expect it to get so cold. can i borrow your jacket? ❞
❝ do we really need to go to a pumpkin patch? can’t we just buy one at the store? ❞
❝ let’s go pick pumpkins! ❞
❝ it’s chilly out here, you need a coat. take mine. ❞
❝ you sound sick. are you sick? ❞
*throws leaves on your head*
*sneeze* ❝ sorry, allergies. ❞
❝ wanna go out for halloween? ❞
❝ looks like it’s time to rake the leaves… ❞
❝ let’s go get hot chocolate then go for a walk. ❞
❝ let’s go trick-or-treating! ❞
❝ let’s go jump in the leaves! ❞
❝ come in here where it’s dry! ❞
❝ it’s dark?! already?! ❞
❝ ooh it’s chilly out. ❞
❝ please, enough with the pumpkin spice. ❞
❝ good morning. no, don’t get up, it’s raining, let’s stay in bed a little longer… ❞
❝ did you hear about the werewolf/vampire/witch roaming around this town on halloween night? ❞
❝ let’s go to the haunted house! oh, please, please, please, please?! ❞
❝ i don’t get scared. i’m practically fearless. ❞
❝ did you hear that? ❞
❝ we have to get out of here! ❞
❝ are you going to hide in my shoulder the whole time? or actually watch the movie? ❞
❝ i’m not going in a graveyard. ❞
❝ what did you get? ❞
❝ want to trade candy? ❞
❝ i got a rock. ❞
❝ don’t blame me! it was your idea to come in here! ❞
❝ what are you going as for halloween this year? ❞
❝ i just can’t wait for halloween! ❞
❝ you should totally buy that costume! ❞
❝ trick or treat! ❞
❝ happy halloween! ❞
❝ happy fall! ❞
❝ i wanna make sure that my jack-o-lantern is the best! ❞
❝ i’ll race you through the corn maze! ❞
❝ that guy in the gorilla costume has been following us for the past ten blocks. ❞
❝ aww come on! it was a prank! ❞
❝ please, please, PLEASE no scary movie marathon! ❞
❝ that wasn’t funny! ❞
❝ i keep tripping over my costume. ❞
❝ i’m not sure we should go down that street. ❞
❝ no fair! your costume is getting you more candy. ❞
❝ faster! we need to get to all of the houses! ❞
❝ forget being ‘too old’ to trick or treat. i’m doing this forever! ❞
❝ i don’t like these woods. ❞
❝ i just saw something! ❞
❝ look at that intestine cake! ❞
❝ i’ll trade you candy. ❞
❝ i’m a real vampire. ❞
❝ do you think stuff really happens on halloween? like..supernatural stuff. ❞
❝ i made us matching costumes! ❞
❝ i think i just saw something move outside your window…is someone watching us? ❞
❝ you’re not going to make me carve this pumpkin all by myself, are you? ❞
❝ did you hear there’s a masquerade ball this halloween? let’s go! ❞
❝ you shouldn’t go out there! ❞
❝ s-scared? me? i’m not..scared. ❞
((LET’S DO CUTE HALLOWEEN STUFF))
@thehouseofivo
Jak could explore her new home for only so long. She did make a friend, though, with a certain alicorn. Whatever that was. Didn’t matter. She was fun. Now the smuggler needed to do a run. Maybe with a little danger. Sometimes the thrill was good for the soul.
It took her a moment to find Anakin. She may have taken a wrong turn. Jak knocked on the door as she entered. “Hey, boss. Got anything for me?”
Jak may have been shoveling fries in her mouth, not even touching the burger yet. “These are amazing! Much better than rehydrated packs.”
Then she blinked, having processed what Anakin said. “Wait, the fortress can move around?”
“On the inside, yes.” He paused eating his burger. “Each room can shift around and change its’ location inside the fortress…. Imagine a puzzle cube, shifting each block around until you get it the way you want.”
He even demonstrated with the burger, moving the lettuce under the burger patty.
“It lets Julian turn the fortress into a maze to confound invaders.”
“Oh, wow, that’s amazing! Huh, I wonder if Julian would be willing to upgrade my ship with some fun things. I’d pay him of course. Either in labor or money....”
She tooks a few bites of burger and fries before continuing. “Huh. If I get a room...I can furnish it. I can...get stuff.” This would be a new experience for Jak, as she had spent most of her life on a ship. Her possessions consisted of a few little things—which all fit in a small pouch—and enough clothes to keep her clean more often than not. “Maybe Cadance can help me. Have you met her? Apparently she’s a princess.”
send me ‘ hold up ‘ for your muse to grab mine by the back of the shirt to keep them from doing something dangerous / foolish
send ‘ hold up ‘ reverse for my muse to do the grabbing
@thehouseofivo
Jak could explore her new home for only so long. She did make a friend, though, with a certain alicorn. Whatever that was. Didn’t matter. She was fun. Now the smuggler needed to do a run. Maybe with a little danger. Sometimes the thrill was good for the soul.
It took her a moment to find Anakin. She may have taken a wrong turn. Jak knocked on the door as she entered. “Hey, boss. Got anything for me?”
Jak may have been shoveling fries in her mouth, not even touching the burger yet. “These are amazing! Much better than rehydrated packs.”
Then she blinked, having processed what Anakin said. “Wait, the fortress can move around?”