#matildathedowner

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I forgot it was Matilda’s birthday a few days ago rip.

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Drawing meme D6

Drawing Meme || Accepting! 

Them’s some cool cats.

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Continued from here.

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“Fine, you’ve caught my interest. If I were to hurt anything, Jubilators?”

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@matilda-the-downer -- s t a r t e r

  Hands tug nervously at gloves,   pulling them tight over deathly knuckles   & bony fingers.  He’s anxious for a fight,    ( for  confrontation, )   the adrenaline leaving him fidgety   though no less debonair.   ( He stares at his opposite, )   A mere child,     eye sockets locked on the eyes   of the plain, white mask,   & slowly, he forces his hands to raise up,   surrender--  ( if only for the moment. )   “ Easy-- there’s no need to sound an alarm.    I’m just, erm... having a-- merry old time visiting.       I promise you, I’m no trouble-- “ 

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@matilda-the-downer liked for a starter!

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Were pumpkins normal to see this time of year? Probably not. But there are a few tiny ones on the path, as though they were dropped. If they were followed, they would reveal a certain well-dressed skeleton carrying a large stack of tiny pumpkins in his arms as he made his way across town.

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For my Tintin rp blog

He’d look pretty dapper for date night (whether it’s the 1st or the 21st). Belt strapped, buttoned-up, and choice of cologne that’s easy on the nose ;)

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     Chief Inspector McCready took a long, deliberate puff of his cigarette before letting the smoke trail out his nose in twin ribbons of grey, looking past the irate man and eyeing the young child beside him. She couldn’t have been more than twelve or thirteen, dark eyes to match the dark hair that fell around her face, splashes of mud and dirt coating her dress. If he had to guess, she was an orphan, by the look of her. 

     “Tell me again what happened, Mr. Montgomery. Calmly, if you please.”

     Mr. Johnathan Montgomery was a large, imposing man with a bald head and a mustache roughly the size and color of a carrot, the edges of which were usually curled, but were now in a frazzled state. He had a wild look in his green eyes, and he was positively spitting when he spoke. He evidently did not understand what the word “calmly” meant. “The little cut-purse stole my bleedin’ money! ‘Ow many times d’ I have t’ tell ya?!” He waved his empty coin purse in McCready’s face, but the inspector remained unmoved by his performance. “I’d ‘ave ‘er ‘and for it, Lords I swear it!”

     “How barbaric.” McCready mumbled. He then gestured to the bag. “May I see that?” Montgomery wordlessly handed it to him, and the officer began to inspect it with care. He pushed a finger through the opening and out a hole the other side. “Hmm.”

     “I ‘ad ‘bout a ‘undred in there, and it’s all gone!”

     “And do you have any proof it was this child?”

     “She ‘ad this knife on ‘er!” he said, pulling the small pocket knife from the depths of his pant pocket. “And she was right there when I noticed me money was missin’.”

     Felix shyly cleared his throat. Mr. Montgomery jumped--he’d forgotten the slender man was there. “Plenty of children carry knives these days, sir. And she simply may have been in the wrong place at the wrong time...”

     Montgomery puffed up as his rage boiled, his bald head turning red as an apple. “Wrong place in the---”

     “Why don’t we ask the girl before we jump to any conclusions?” McCready artfully interrupted, returning his gaze to the child in question. “So? Did you steal this man’s gold, little one?”

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Can you draw how you feel right now?

“Am I doing what they’re calling “Art Therapy?”“