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Closed starter for @spookymuses
Finn had noticed, a rather peculiar face he hadn’t come across before while walking around in Ooo. The person in question seemed similar to Marceline but with different features. He was both suspicious of this person, and curious at the same time. “Hold up, who the glob are you?! Don’t think I’ve seen you before. Are you a friend or a foe? ‘Cause, I’m pretty confused.”
Send ‘Trick or Treat! 🎃’ to my inbox and I’ll give you a treat! || accepting
@spookymuses sent; Trick or Treat! 🎃
MORTY & MARSHA AESTHETIC MOODBOARD ---
'I don't know where you're going but Do you got room for one more troubled soul? I don't know where I'm going but I don't think I'm coming home And I said, "I'll check in tomorrow if I don't wake up dead" This is the road to ruin and we're starting at the end Say yeah, let's be alone together'
Marsha is awkwardly standing at the door, a bag in her hands. She is wearing a black suit and red tie with red cowboy boots. Her hair is cut and slicked back. "Trick or...or treat..." She squeaks awkwardly. Sorry, this is her first time. (to whichever muse is giving out candy)
IT’S HALLOWEEN! - Open to Trick-or-Treaters!
With a gentle creak of the door, in came a familiar face, pushing the door open with a clawed hand. Octavia had dressed up for Halloween this year, all decked out in an authentic witch costume, adding sparkles to her own flair. In her hands was a cauldron-shaped bowl, full of candy.
“Whats up, Marsha. Happy Halloween,” she said, dropping some candy into her bag. “Sick costume. Is that a cowboy outfit you’re wearing?”
@spookymuses liked for a Kitty Rick!
Inside of the garage, Rick was nowhere to be found. Well, the way he usually looked, at least. Instead, on the work bench, a curled up cat. His body rising and falling with a simple breath. Asleep with no care in the world. Just like any normal cat.
Though when he heard footsteps, one of the cat's eyes opened. Showing a bright blue sclera, dark slit pupils. A familiar annoyed look within them.
"H-Hey, keep it fucking down, I-I'm trying to sleep." Did the cat just talk? It's mouth didn't even move. How is that possible?
Trick or Treat! 🎃
Ask Box Trick-or-Treat - SELECTIVELY ACCEPTING
Send ‘Trick or Treat! 🎃’ to my inbox and I’ll give you a treat!
This could be: a promo graphic, icons, an aesthetic graphic of your muse, a drabble, a photoset of our muses together, a moodboard based on one of our threads, or some other goodie! Happy Halloween! Let’s celebrate!
// *here you are! drew Marsha as your little gift <3
// *also you are totally free to digitalize this for a reference! it’s for free use if you ever wanna save it for icons, graphics, etc. etc.
Penny for your thoughts
send “penny for your thoughts” for me to talk about...
… either a topic that is on my mind, or something specific by sending “penny for your thoughts on (topic)”. could be everything from tumblr to society, expectations, insecurities, ships, series and so on !
// *i have lost a major chunk of my empathy since January. i have had to deal with so much shit that i have changed in so many ways that i genuinely dont know if it’s good or bad. i’m more prone to being angry and getting my thoughts out there, but ive also learned to just not give a shit if something is bothering me, and i enforce that for myself. it’s a skill i’ve learned with living life under the radar.
// *and i dont know if ill ever get my emotional energy back. i probably wont or it hits me in the face later on in life, but i just have no energy to constantly fit as an extra leg for support. i dont mean it in a way of, “oh look at me, i’m suffering with no help--” no. i know i’m suffering, i’m getting help for it. im in therapy every week now, i’m learning to just deal with shit on my own, but it’s hard. independence is really fucking hard.
S.C || @spookymuses
A soft sigh came out of Morty. "I-I don't know, I sort of want to be a superhero for Halloween, but uh, Rick thinks it's dumb," He rubbed at his elbow soothingly. The nerves built up from contemplating what he wanted to be for the spookiest night of the year.
"Wh-What about you, what're you going as?"
