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“HEADS UP NERD FACE!”

The element of surprise was a good one but... Mabel couldn’t resist shouting as she aimed her makeup bazooka at her new target and BANG!

Oh dear.

Maaaaybe she shouldn’t have shouted- because her target moved and she had now knocked him onto the ground and there was a lotta makeup staining his clothing. And the sound his head made as it bounced off the sidewalk- ouch.

Mabel jumped down from the tree without a second thought(though maybe she should have because now there was a definite ache in her ankles and calves that she was purposefully ignoring) and skipped over to her target.

“Oh my god ARE YOU DEAD? Please don’t sue me I do not have a lotta money. If I let you shoot my bazooka will you promise to not call the cops???”

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Pacifica was generally a suspicious person. She didn’t trust new people or their intentions. And so when this new employee suddenly popped up at the Mystery Shack, naturally Pacifica’s first instinct was to not trust him.

The shack generally was where Pacifica hung out when she needed to be away from everything. It was a safe haven for her. Unfortunately it was now impeded by this newcomer and she was not having it.

“So.” She tried to keep the venom out of her mouth. The look Pacifica gave the man was cold, suspicious. There was something about him that made her gut twist but she couldn’t quite put her finger on why. Regardless, social expectations required her to be polite. “How long have you been... working here? I didn’t think Stanley was hiring.” 

[blindxeyed]

@everxwatchingxeye has seen too much.

“It’s a pleasure to have you, Mister Slyfer.” There was something about their newest member that set Fiddleford’s skin crawling, but he couldn’t for the life of him put into words just what that could be. Pointedly ignoring his own discomfort, McGucket smiled brightly at the young man and offered his hand for a shake; after all, despite unnerving Fiddleford, Will deserved the same warm welcome as every other... what? Initiate? McGucket wasn’t fond of the term, but it wasn’t technically incorrect.

“You’ve come at a great time! Things are pickin’ up, and we’ll be needing all the help we can get, I reckon.”

The Society had been steadily growing; more and more people had begun coming to McGucket for help, and every so often one of those people would decide to stay. It was nice to know that so many people in this town cared enough to put in the work necessary to keep their neighbors safe and happy. Now that Fiddleford had gained something of a following within the community, though, he had turned his attention toward addressing the real problem plaguing this town: Stanford Pines and his portal.

McGucket didn’t remember any specifics, but he was almost certain that destroying that portal for good would eliminate much of the need for the Society of the Blind Eye. Without paranormal interference, people would be free to go about their lives just as they had before. He didn’t trust Pines to destroy it himself, even with any warnings Fiddleford might have given before he left-- it was up to him to fix this mistake for both of them.

“I’m workin’ on a special engineering project-- if you have any interest or experience in that sorta thing, I’d love to have you on board. ...but-- oh, where are my manners! Has anyone shown you around here yet? I can’t believe I forgot to offer.”

[strawberryfitzsherbert]

HOGWARTS AU || CHARACTER INTRO - @everxwatchingxeye

​CHARACTER NAME:  Bill Cipher William Dorian Slyfer HOUSE: Slytherin AGE/YEAR: Professor: Care of Magical Creatures OTHER INFO (clubs? prefect or not? pets? etc…): Not much is known about Professor Slyfer other than that he should have been fired years ago and yet still seems to have a job. His exact age is unknown he doesn’t look older than twenty, but other teachers swear he’s been working there for years. He’s small, standing at only five feet, and some swear he has pointy ears. Though others say it’s pointed teeth, and still others say it’s neither. There are rumors that he’s a vampire or an elf. No two students can agree. The only thing agreed upon about him is that he’s absolutely insane. Classes often include: being exposed to terrifying creatures, being exposed to literal monsters, and almost getting mauled. If someone isn’t sent to the hospital wind before the day is out, it’s been a pretty slow class. The average is one grievous injury per class period. There is also talk of Slyfer being into dark magic and while this is not confirmed by any stretch- it has certainly never been denied either. Oh, and there is one more weird legend about professor Slyfer that is whispered in the corridors:                             H̷̸̴͍̘̖̻͈e̪͕͎͟'̵̧͕̣̖͡ͅs̢̭̮̩̦̥͈̼͈͜ ̶̥͉̙̝͎̱̮̻a̶̻̤̦͚̬͉͡l̞͔̱̬̤͙w̛̳̟̖̥ͅa͉̹̤̰͝ͅy̢̺͍̪͓͝ş̢͈̭̩͉̫ ̣͙͚̤͎̮̠͠ẁ̝̰̙̝̦̖̮̳a̩͇̗̮̱̫̣̣t҉̤͚͔̺̝̘̰̘̟͡c͚̕͞h̶̰̻̯̦i͔̤̭̜̤͇̤͖̯͢͝n̻̘̘̼g̠͎̻̳͉̱̫͝͡ ̛̗̪͝ͅy̯͔̫̱͈͚͜o̴̭͍̥͚̰̼͝ͅų̦̝̗̳̺͚̺̞̹͜͝                                    ƃuᴉɥɔʇɐʍ sʎɐʍl∀

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▲ “I don’t.” The answer was both true and simple which was a rarity for the Eldritch abomination. However, he had learned in his time on Earth that humans preferred the short answer of things- and he was trying to pass himself off as one of these ‘fleshbags’. So it was best to keep things short and sweet.

“But if I did, I would dream about being anywhere but here.”

|🎨|- 

“ Dreams are kind of like that, you really don’t know the meaning till you look it up... ” She explains a bit of the mysterious ways that dreams can tell you something, while being completly nonsensical at the same time. Even though she preferred some short answers to questions, a little explanation wasn’t too bad. It was a competent, human answer as is anyways.

“ I don’t travel as much, but I use to live in Arizona before coming here. Nice place, a bit hot, but you get use to it. ”

[mabelpinesfeatwaddles]

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Send a symbol to my muse: ¤: a book to read

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"Oh, what's this? A new book to read?" Mabel looked over the cover and flipped through a few pages before smiling. "This is going to be a good read if it is coming from you"

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[ask-mister-mystery]

Send a }!{ + a Muse you can see me playing and I’ll give you a sample of me roleplaying as them.

@everxwatchingxeye said- '}!{ + Discord!'

Discord was bored. Well, his equivalence of bored anyway. To admit boredom would be to admit that chaos was no longer abounding, and that simply wouldn't do at all. No, what he had instead was an over-abundance of normality. That word alone was enough to make him break out into a cold sweat. Something had to be done.

The sitting room in Discord's house was already neatly laid out with all the accoutrements and dainty, delicate things needed for his Tuesday afternoon tea with Fluttershy. Too bad it was a Wednesday.

Frowning slightly to himself, he magicked the living room furniture out of existence, and in a blink of an eye it was replaced with the set of what looked to be a cheesy gameshow. The sound of rapturous applause from an invisible audience filled the room.

"FILLIES AND GENTLECOLTS! PLEASE PUT YOUR HOOVES TOGETHER FOR YOUR HOST, THE CROWN PRINCE OF CHAOS....DISCORD!" boomed an invisible announcer who also suspiciously sounded like Discord.

The audience applause built to a crescendo as Discord apparated onto the gameshow set, dressed in a sequinned jacket and an ill-fitting toupee. He took a few seconds to soak in the adulation of the noise from the imaginary audience, mouthing thank-yous and blowing kisses.

"Thankyou, thankyou! You're all too kind. I'm so honored to have so many devoted fans..."

The imaginary crowd cheered again. A lone voice wooped 'We love you Discord!' in a familiar tone.

Host Discord winked at the crowd.

"But we really must be getting round to playing-"

He gestured towards the imaginary audience to chant along with him.

"WHO-SHALL-WE-IRRITATE-TODAY?'

As the audience shouted each word, it appeared floating in mid air above Discord, written in cursive neon lights.

Host Discord continued.

"And our first lucky contestant today is..."

He ripped open a large golden envelope that had appeared in his claws.

"Why- it's Discord! Come on down!"

Contestant Discord bounded onto the set to face off against the Host version of himself.

"Hi Discord! I'm so glad to be on the show!" Contestant Discord squealed with delight.

"Nice to have you here Discord! Would you like to give a shout-out to anyone before you give the wheel a spin?"

And with that, a giant wall mounted wheel appeared into existence. It was divided into dozens of sections, each with a tiny photo of an individual pony.

Contestant Discord took a deep breathe and started listing off-

"I'd like to thank Discord, Discord, Discord, Discord, Discord, Fluttershy.....annnnnd Discord!"

"Well that's just wonderful..." Host Discord said in his best approximation of a Trottingham twang. "Just go right ahead when you're ready..."

Contestant Discord stepped towards the wheel, rubbed his claw paws together with the glee and gave it an almighty shove.

The imaginary audience started hooting and hollering with excitement as the wheel span wildly about. Contestant Discord started to chant 'C'mon big money!' Host Discord stood behind him, claw on the contestant discord's shoulder.

The wheel slowed, the audience cries got louder. Suddenly, it stopped.

Princess Celestia.

The imaginary audience made a 'woooo' sound as if something particularly risque and dangerous had happened.

"That's enough of that..." Host Discord said, snapping his claw. He and the Contestant Discord merged instantaneously back into one and the wheel and gameshow set vanished.

He shrugged.

"Why shouldn't it be the princess? She's not too good to have a visit from little old me surely? I'm sure she's just as bored as I am stuck in that dusty old castle of hers..." he muttered to himself.

He suddenly perked up.

"Then it's settled."

He apparated into a raincoat and bowler hat and a furled umbrella appeared in one paw. Humming a improvised tune to himself, he opened the front door to his house in his realm...

...and exited, somehow into the throne room at Canterlot Castle.

"Honey, I'm home!" he shouted.

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The phone was ringing. It never rang at this hour, Stan noted with irritation, unless it was Ford wanting to be bailed out of some inter-dimensional jail, or even worse, the IRS with another threatening phone call.

Clattering down the creaking wooden steps with a dressing gown hastily thrown over his underweared form, Stan made it to the phone just before it stopped ringing.

"Yello?" Stan barked down the line.

"..."

"Hello?... Who's the hells there? Do you have any clue what time it is bub?"

"It's Nair."

"Who?"

The voice was weak and reedy, as though it had been whittled away through years of misfortune.

"Nairrrr..."

"Sorry buddy, no clue who that is. Wrong number." He was about to slam the phone down when the voice quickly replied.

"Is Will there? Will Slyfer?" The voice pleaded.

Stan groaned.

"Will!" he bellowed in a voice loud enough to wake the dead.

"You got a call you ingrate!"