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[Mini Event] Trick or Retreat

pho·bi·a /ˈfōbēə/ noun

an extreme or irrational fear of or aversion to something.

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just remembered i didnt make a post like this here, but i might be.... lacking in activity these next 2 weeks

fuck

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"Everyone looked pretty good. Congrats t' a pal, even though I just met'cha."

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Cittaween2k17 Starter | @spicygraffiti

“Callie and Marie’s performance was wonderful, wasn’t it?”

She didn’t know they would be performing (nor did she know they were performers in the past) but it was a pleasant surprise! She didn’t know what kind of music to expect, but in the end found herself enjoying it.

“I think the hosts made a good choice in who they got to perform tonight~”

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“Honestly, yea... didn’t think I’d enjoy ‘em too much but here we are.” Mustard has a deep respect for duo bands or music groups, and seeing the two perform rekindled that flame. This city was big, and everyone seemed to be at the party. Well, not everyone, but a good handful. Anyone who performed in front of a big crowd, especially with a group as small as just two, gets huge respect points from her.

“It looked like they’re natural performers... d’ya know if they’ve done this stuff before?”

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Starter for @mildterrorofthedeep

The child watches from the outskirts of the crowd as she sees Niko walking in. A grand target to try and scare. I mean, what’s the point of dressing up like a ghoul if you’re not gonna try and startle a few people?

She pulls her hood over her head, weaving her way through the crowd. “Showtime.” The unsuspecting victim stops at one of the snack tables, a perfect time to strike. If he falls into the table, that might just add to the hilarity of the situation.

She creeps her way out of the crowd, slowly approaching Niko. Suddenly, she grabs ahold of his sides, and lets out a horrendous shriek, wearing a smile that could only be described as deranged.

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Starter for @hairbeat

“Yo, is that real?”

She points at all of the exposed patches of hair on Sunny, almost analyzing it with a careful eye. It sure looks real, but sometimes people get super extra with their costumes, and she isn’t an exception. There’s fake blood practically ‘drenching’ her overcoat, everything seems to be handmade, and the bat isn’t solely just a prop.

“I’m not sayin’ that to be rude n’ all, I’m just impressed by yer work.” She seems genuine about something, for once.

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Starter for @gottagobaby

She’s not old enough to drink, but when has that ever stopped her from sitting at the bar. She looks around the room, looking at everyone’s costumes. Lots of vampires, but the craftsmanship is pretty impressive, so that’s fine.

Mustard looks down the line of people sitting at the bar. A few seats away, one person catches her eye. She’s not sure what they’re supposed to be, but it sure as hell is impressive.

She waves over at them to get their attention. “Nice costume bud, ya almost fooled me that you’re actually a snake dude.”

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this child is really extra w/ her costumes.....

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yo.... like this post for a starter cuz party time halloween......

capping at 4

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mildterrorofthedeep:

Following his usual route to the beach, Niko cut through the park for a change of pace. After work he liked to go to the beach to unwind and relax, maybe nap in the water for a bit…it was a lot cozier than where he currently called home. As he stroller through, he noted something odd in the trees. A…person? What were they doing up there? They seemed to be asleep, that wasn’t exactly the safest thing to do.

“Uh, excuse me! You really shouldn’t sleep up there, you could fall…”

The voice startled Mustard awake, almost making her fall out of the tree. She keeps her grip, and looks down at the man. “Yea, I know, I’m not up here willingly.” She’s still hanging on the branch, lying on her stomach. “Ey, could’ja help me out here? I...” She points down, trying to imply the drop was too far for her to just jump down herself. “I’m a lil’ stuck ‘ere.”

The kid wasn’t expecting any real help in this city, uncooperativity landed her in this tree in the first place... sort of.

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mediumofthestars:

✯ It’s a Munchlax, actually, but I suppose that he’s still considerably big compared to the sorts of cats and dogs. His ears do make him seem like some sort of obese cat that’d make Garfield run for his money. It’s not helped by the fact that he’s smelled some treat coming from Mustard’s purse and is trying to open it.

✯ Thankfully, his owner is closeby to stop a tragedy from happening. “Glutton, NOOOO!!” She pulls the Munchlax away, for she noticed the cookie girl’s shouts. “Bad boy, bad! You can’t just go around stealing food like that! I-I’m so sorry for that, miss!” Maya bows in apology.

When the Munchlax was pulled away, she swats at the air some more, and clutches the bag. She frantically looks inside, checking if something had been stolen. This would just account for more trouble if anything got lost...

Mustard looks up, seeing the other girl restraining (well, sort of,) the Pokemon. She was probably it’s owner, or maybe just someone who wanted one of these fellas pretty badly. It was named, so it’s safe to presume this was Maya’s. Again, Mustard’s never been too good of a judge of character, for the most part.

“Yeesh, could’ja keep just another eye on yer friend there? I can’t afford to lose anythin’ in this bag right now, let alone be caught wrestlin’ with an animal for it...”

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“Y’all are mostly adults as far as I know. If i see any one’a ya dabbing, we’re gonna have problems.”

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Mustard kicks down the door of whoever's apartment she's entering, holding all sorts of orange and black ribbons and decorations.

"DUDE."

"IT'S HALLOWEEN."

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65 questions: 29, 41, 52, 63

29 - What is your favorite expletive?

“Easy, dickweed. Can’t use it too often, or it sorta loses it’s hit. At least to me.”

41 - What is your favorite milkshake flavor?

“I don’t wanna make my friend feel bad, but Strawberry’s the way to go.”

52 - How long could you go without talking?

“I’m not too talkative in the first place, so maybe a few hours or so. Maybe the day, if Grams doesn’t come n’talk to me.

63 - Which is cooler: dinosaurs or dragons?

“My friend would tackle me if he heard me say this, but dragons. Dinosaurs are cool, but dragons are exactly that plus cool breath and wings.”

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Mustard sticks out her tongue and plants her hands in her pockets, leaning back on her heels. “Lookie here, I’m a big ol’ pool noodle who can do a total of one ollie until fallin’ off m’ skateboard.” She runs off with her legs bent to the side and falls over, with the sound of a faint, pained “FUCK” leaving the area.

That wasn’t apart of the imitation.

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♬ - a friend/best friend memory

“Are ya sure that’s how it goes?”

The kid watches as her (sort-of) uncle is trying to weld a hunk of metal to their car. He’s only been brought along because he’s... sort of made of fire. They’ve been at this for hours, and trying to fix a busted engine isn’t easy. She’s tried giving him pointers of what to do and where to put what, but at this point she’s 100% certain they’ve probably just broke the damn thing 2 hours ago.

Mustard hops off a box, and goes to check inside the hood. “Ok, no, no, stop.” She pushes him away, sending him stumbling back a little bit.

“What’s the big issue?”

“It’s been busted already, you don’t gotta keep goin’ for it.”

“Why couldn’t you tell me sooner?”

“I was sitting far away, and couldn’t see. Y’should know this.”

The man sighed. “Well, I tried.”

“Good enough. I’ll just get Grams, she’ll find like, 800 ways t’fix this.”

[Memories]

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50 questions: 1, 2, 4, 17, 37

1. How does your muse feel about seafood?

“I live with a giant piece of seafood. It smells, but not in the way you’d expect a giant octopus to smell like. My nose just hurts thinking about it...”

2. What is their favorite piece of technology?

“Easy, my...” She pats her pockets, jacket and pants.

“Huh. Coulda’ swore I had my phone on me.”

4. Was their anything their parents pushed them to do? (e.g. sports, theatre, band)

“Eugh, my parents tried really hard to get me into dance. I’d rather jump offa’ bridge.”

17. Does your muse pray, whether it be to a god or some other force?

“You got the wroooong person for that one, buddy. I ain’t gonna judge if you do, but me, nah.”

37. Did your muse ever own a Tamagatchi?

“I know someone who does. Pretty nice, once ya get past the 18 layers of pure anxiety and other junk.”