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👆
👆- playfully poke my muse
Ashe giggles and pokes back, continuing to poke back and forth like children.
“Haha, this is fun~!” Ashe smiles as she pushes a little harder and harder until finally, she pushes a little too hard and pushes lavi off the chair he is sitting in.
She jumps up in shock and runs over to help.
“Im so sorry- I forgot my own strength there for a second.”
🔮
🔮 = Is your muse superstitious? What superstitions do they have? Where did they pick them up from?
“Oh, Yes!” Ashe answered quickly. “I believe in spirits, the afterlife-”
She quickly paused and looked at him with a slight pout and pointed.
“and before you even ask- I do not believe in Mothman okay- I don't even know where that ....man- comes from!!”
❝ let’s go to the haunted house! oh, please, please, please, please?! ❞
the other’s bravery and enthusiasm astounded him. it was rather endearing, really, how much he wanted to go inside. despite being one himself, Asra always thinks that human beings are such curious creatures; going into someone they know will scare them? what other species could be so beautifully self-destructive?
“Lead the way, then. Though...you might need to hold my hand if I get too scared.”
Trick or Treat!
Send my muse “Trick or Treat!” and see what you get!
6. A jump scare
Zen covers his mouth, muffling his giggling as he hides around the corner. This whole Halloween thing was a lot of fun, he kind of wished he could have done this as a kid.
Going quiet as he heard someone approach he waited until he figured they were close enough before jumping out, arms raised in a mock ‘claws’ position and giving a ghostly “Booo~” in an attempt to scare them.
❝ help me decorate! ❞
autumn/halloween sentence starters! 🍂🍁🎃 | (accepting!)
Now if this wasn’t Halloween spirit, nothing was! She was more than happy to help others get into the spooky mood; she’d been in it for the past month already! Which responsible joker wouldn’t, at the prospect of an entire day of jokes with no repercussions and free food?
“Aw, yes! Show me where you need me, and I’m ready to spook it up!” This was her craft! It was what she was known for, sort of! “Anywhere but the cupboard. I heard something shuffling around in there earlier, you know?” She hadn’t heard anything. Time for some bamboozling.
[everyone voice] I too wish to be fated with each person who sent an ask(and add Lavi into the mix bc my first ask didn't send). I AM EVERYONE SO THIS IS MY ASK. PLEASE FATE ME.
My dad said if I can't say anything nice, then I shouldn't say anything at all. But my dad's not here AND YOU'RE A WEENIE!
mic + HARD HITTING QUESTION TIME. (cont. because it's way too long to post here orz)
“While getting the newspaper one morning, a Brinks truck crashes outside of your house, spilling tens of millions of dollars into your driveway. The driver, fearing losing his job for not following standard security protocol and for being drunk, offers you half of the money in exchange for your testimony that says you saw him get robbed at gunpoint by a street gang. In addition to this, the money contained in the truck was originally headed for the American Cancer Societyto assist in the invention of an experimental device that may cure cancer (the odds of it working are about 15%). Without this specific cash delivery, the machine will not be able to be invented for another 17 years. The money can not be traced back to you in any way, and your testimony will be perceived as the truth by a judge and jury. If you refuse the money from the driver, he will shoot you in the kneecaps and flee, causing you considerable mobility problems and pain for the restof your life.What do you do? (feel free to go as in depth as needed BD)”
You drive a hard bargain, Brinks driver. How do you like my counter offer?
Snowballs& fun times
in reply to @bunnybookman
“How many damn times do I have to tell you?” The Russian groaned, turning towards the source of the annoyingly chirpy voice, “It’s Anya--AAH!” Her scold turned into a shriek as snow hit her jaw, dripping down her neck and beneath her coat. She wiped the remnants away before throwing a daggered glare at her friend. “Ohohoho....You really wanna do this?” Anya inquired, raising a brow as she rubbed her jaw dry. “I used to practically breathe snow, once upon a December.” With that she knelt and began to craft her firearm, keeping her eyes on Lavi - smirking dangerously all the while.
“Let’s do this, Cyclops.”
