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photo from the new year’s eve party with the haunt crew! ::3

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* were you looking? 

* ii’m always here heheheheheheh~

Ah there’s the skeleton I need to grind to dust for his crimes.

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spiiderwiick​: 

you were so preoccupied with whether or not you could that you forgot to stop and think about whether or not you should

* sp eak of the devil heheheheh 😁

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spiiderwiick​:

how and more importantly

why

* wwas bored

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spiiderwiick​:

is this your fault somehow????????????????????

* yes~ ;P

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* 🤣

so glad that i removed all my eyes the other day when i saw someone flirting with the clown in a public chat

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please turn your sound on, i’m begging you

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There’s a present waiting for you either at your home or at a friend’s, depending on whether you’re okay with sudden visitors to your home or you’d have to be invited to his place.

Looks like the wrapping paper is homemade, too: blue, decorated with stars.

It’s a flat box.

Open it?

♥yes  no It’s a picture made out of pastels. Someone put a lot of care into this. There’s a note, too.

dear flicker,

merry gyftmas! i can’t wait to spend time with you during today if you can make it; i hope, whatever happens, you have a good one!

your friend, tangerine

The wrapping paper alone was enough of a surprise for the twitchy skeleton monster. He could tell from both appearance and feel that it had been homemade, not simply store-bought or found. He looked at it critically, not because he was judging its artistic appeal-- he thought it rather pretty-- but because who would go through such effort? 

     Of course he opens it, though with some reluctance. Twitchy was used to destroying things, but here he was being uncharacteristically careful. He will probably keep the paper, maybe use it for a project of his own in the future. It seemed such a waste to just tear it apart and throw away, even if it was just paper.

     But if he had such high opinion of the wrapping paper, the content of which it contained was another story.

     Immediately, a smile was on his face. He recognized the drawing of what it was suppose to be, and he appreciated the colors very much. He didn’t need to read the note to know who it was from, though he’s never seen such drawings from his friend before. Regardless, he reads the note, giving a mild snort at the nickname but it has long ago lost it’s mocking edge. 

     Twitch turned to his feline-friend on the bed, and showed Kit the wonderful picture of him. Kit seemed to like it, too; he at least meowed and rubbed against it. Twitch pulled it away before he could bend it and chuckled, setting it on his nightstand for the time being. He wanted to get it framed. Maybe he’ll ask his dad for help.

     In the meantime, he was going to go thank his friend personally.

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Here’s something entirely different

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Hoohoo~

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🎵 - Playlist on random and write a drabble based on what I think the song is about, based on the title, or based on favorite lyrics or a combination

Pale - Within Temptation

     He hated having him there. Twitch knew. He didn't need to catch the scathing looks. Didn't need to keep a constant look over his shoulder, or mind the distance. He didn't need to read the younger skeleton's mind or hear the cold remarks. He knew.

     He was so sure if given the chance, Plague would kill him. And he wouldn't blame him.

     Twitch had to grin to himself at the thought. Honestly, if the circumstances were different, he'd have given him the chance. Maybe not so easily, but he wouldn't have minded if he succeeded. In a way, he wouldn't now. And not because he wanted to die. Far from it. Didn't that just make it more appropriate?

     No. He had too much going for him now, and he'd like to think he's earned it, in a way. Perhaps for this very purpose. He earned it the same way he earned the youth's hatred. He didn't mind it. Not in the way that drove him to inaction or deep grief.

     It would be hypocritical of him, wouldn't it. He deserved the distrust, the anger, all of it. He never once was disillusioned about that. Did he regret it? Yes. Of course he did. He still wished that, somehow, he could reach to back then and changed what he did. It didn't matter what he had been thinking. What he had been feeling. To an extent, it didn't even matter if he'd been right and Plague would have become the person he himself despised with the very fiber of his being.

     Twitch could have made a difference. And he did. But not for the better.

     It would have been more merciful if he'd just killed him, perhaps. But he didn't. And now, he has to live with that. And he will.

     Plague hated him. But Twitch wasn't going away.

     There was a reason for that, too. He did wonder if keeping his distance would be better for Plague. But Plague... was all alone. There was no one. No one to confide in. To rely on. To even show his true face to, that needed to rely on a mask. Just like back then, and Twitch had mocked him for it.

     It was sad. And unfair, wasn't it. If he could, Twitch would give him something better than him.

     But for now, that was how it was. Twitch's life turned around only because he had people there to turn it for him. He remembered how hard he had fought them, because facing reality had been so terrifying. Facing himself had been terrifying. He couldn't do it alone.

     So. Here he was. Following nothing more than a certainty that it was the right thing to do. And not for himself. But the person he had wronged. If he could have even just the smallest bit of influence into the right direction, or ease the burden of fear or loneliness, he'd take it. This time, he won't run away.

     Plague hated him. And that was okay. In a way, it was like the hatred he'd given was coming back around. And with that thought, this was nothing. After all, Plague couldn't torment him the way he had to him. So what were scathing looks and harsh words?

     He could take it. In the end, he could only hope it'll all be worth it.

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Send ✍️ + one of the following and I’ll write a drabble based on the topic:

🎵 - Playlist on random and write a drabble based on what I think the song is about, based on the title, or based on favorite lyrics or a combination 

💮 - My muse(s) in an AU by either my or your choosing. Can be something drastically different or in the same vein but with minor changes. Be creative! (Or I will)

🌻 - My muse in a good mood and how they go about their day.

🥀 - My muse in a panic/having a breakdown and how they’re affected by it.

📰 - I will write a drabble that’s happened in my muse’s past or a memory.

🎁 - I will write a drabble based on what’s happening in their current time.

🔮 - I will write a drabble based on their future.

⚰️ - Death 

🔪 - Betrayal

😬 - I will write my muse in an uncomfortable situation/facing their fears.

😇 - I will write something morally challenging.

😈 - I will write something immorally tempting.

Or a combination of the above! Go nuts!

Additionally:

- Include the name of your muse and I will write our muses together based on what you pick

- add if you want fluff, angst, or anything else specific, or to surprise you!

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send me a symbol and i’ll answer...

🌕: does your muse remember their dreams?

🌑: does your muse have nightmares? if so, how often?

🌈: what your muse’s hopes and dreams?

🌏: does your muse like to travel?

🌃: does your muse prefer to live in rural areas, suburban areas, urban areas, or something else entirely?

🔮: does your muse believe in psychics?

👻: does your muse believe in ghosts? if so, have they ever seen one?

🍀: does your muse believe in luck or fate?

🌻: does your muse like the outdoors?

😍: what was your muse’s first love like?

🐰: has your muse ever had any pets?

☔: what does your muse do on a rainy day?

🍳: can your muse cook?

🍟: what’s your muse’s favourite comfort food?

🍩: does your muse have a sweet tooth?

🍰: can your muse bake?

🍸: does your muse drink alcohol?

🚬: does your muse smoke?

🃏: does your muse like to gamble?

♻️: does your muse recycle? 

🚯: does your muse litter?

❌: is your muse a risk taker, or do they prefer to play it safe?

🤜: does your muse get into fights? if so, how often?

🔫: does your muse know how to use a gun?

🔥: how does your muse react to high levels of stress?

🛀: what does your muse do to relax?

📽️: does your muse like watching movies? if so, do they have a favourite?

📘: does your muse like to read? if so, what’s their favourite genre of literature?

🗣️: does your muse find it easy to talk to new people?

☀️: is your muse an optimist, a pessimist, or somewhere in between?

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i found a photo one of our volunteers nabbed of me in set last year. ‘’w’’

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This is so precious oh my god. There’s more under the cut. Also click HERE for full-sized pics and also a vid of a chicken screaming at the wind XD 

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Through the hours of the night that twiddled away The demon voiced the reasons of why he stayed  The boy was skeptical, doubtful, cynical and spiteful For which the demon did not blame And as the hours ticked on by  As the stars shown brightly in the sky When night was giving way to dawn and the stars began to fade Both of their minds had been made And from this moment on, they’ll never be the same