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☆ put this star into the inbox of your favorite blogs - it's time to spread positivity !

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Just a heads up, I just accepted a new position at my job and will undergo training soon. Replies and what not are going to be low priority! However, I will be available on Discord for chatting or plotting purposes! Send me a dm for more info if you want, cheers! 💘

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Current sideblog situation. they are mostly finished? still have to write up a proper about page for the OC (and give them a name) but! I've got at least 95% of the design work finished. Given em' a looksey or don't!

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There's no way I'm going to be able to afford the new Butcher statue, but there's just something slightly unkarl urban abut the face that has me in a choke hold.

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‘Trick or Treat!  🎃’ ( dunno if you still accept hhnn just know that your edits are my faves!!!!🥰🌸💗🌸)

Send ‘Trick or Treat!  🎃’ to my inbox and I’ll give you a treat! || @merry-andrews

Your praise remains the blood inside my veins.

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Send ‘Trick or Treat!  🎃’ to my inbox and I’ll give you a treat! || @gobubyourself

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‘Trick or Treat!  🎃’ / 👀

Send ‘Trick or Treat!  🎃’ to my inbox and I’ll give you a treat! || @thcrealheroes

I'll make you say how proud you are of me So stay awake just long enough to see My way

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Dear Becca 01/?? edits

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Trick or Treat!  🎃 👉🏻👈🏻

Send ‘Trick or Treat!  🎃’ to my inbox and I’ll give you a treat! || @vghtsupes

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Trick or treat (you don’t have to if you don’t want to!)

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! || @atcmicbxtty

She’s trying to be intimidating but a hair keeps getting in the way.

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Ask Box Trick-or-Treat

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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!

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Alan Caddy: Tribute to … - Ain't No Sunshine (Stereo Plus 3)

Open Intro Drums!

wrt. Bill Withers, 1973.

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Frank Sinatra - That’s Life

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"woah. you're kinda intense. anyone ever tell you that?" From @spiderz0mbie

Friendly neighborhood twat.

The skies seemed to open up with one of them a month, all from some multiverse or some such, all considerably miserable to find their way back home for some greater purpose he supposed. Honestly, if only one would be smart enough to patch the hole they came out of in the first place... The news buzzed and another spidery cunt through the hole. To which, Butcher had taken as a sign to ignore had this particular spider had no better idea than to stalk him.

Smoke billowed from a cigarette as boots scraped against asphalt in tandem with strides evenly placed amidst the darkening cityscape -- now backlit with streetlights lining the concrete sidewalks. Hallowed breathing became balanced-- not daring to look back and give suspicion to the subtle thwips that followed across rooftops. Ducking, weaving through alleys until he'd been sure the confusing trek had lost some directional foresight from being looked at from on high -- he waited in anticipation round a brick building.

He'd nearly finished his cigarette when he lunged out from his place -- arm extending, grasping his pursuer around the throat, wrenching that female form clad in spandex against an adjacent wall. Snug as a bug being pinned betwixt his thumb and index fingers which had been careful not to crush the windpipe nuzzled in his grasp. "Aye. They also say spiders these days are like wiping your ass with a hoop.", he breaths a puff of smoke encapsulating the space between them, his free hand placing the bud of his cig square in the center bridge of where masked eyebrows would be, pressing down.

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"See, 'ere's the thing. 'ol buddy of mine-- right twat he is. Forgot his bleeding USB at my place. Whats a bloke to do 'cept return it, Aye? Well, it just so happens my friend works for Vaught. Real high end fella an all that. Here I'm thinking, maybe, you could go an return it. Maybe, I put in good word in for ya?", Its like butter, words flowing in what years of practiced experienced manipulation coming out naturally. Hands paw at pockets, searching and searching until producing the USB in question -- turning it over in his hand for her to get a good view of the sleek black casing glinting near pitch obsidian underneath the yellowed florescent lights-- all except the sliver of white on its edge ever reflecting. It takes another moment for him to place the schools flyer for a Vought field trip in front of her. One sign up sheet followed, already signed and approved. He's pensive for a moment, poised almost as if waiting for some great refusal before checking himself, allowing great shoulders to relax -- adjusting like the confines of his seat have been simply irritating his hips. How possible could someone so young be naive of so much -- the clumsiness almost a testament to how similar she had been to Len. It nearly made him frown. "Hell, I'll even hold your hand through the front door, sweetheart."

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School was over and the summer has finally arrived. Betty knew her summer would be quiet; her parents could not afford to take the small family on a road trip. She would be busy with whatever missions she had as a galactic guardian. Aside from that, her summer would be quiet. She tried to find a summer job, but no one was looking to hire for the summer. It would only be later on, Betty would discover there was a job day event held at her school. She was excited, hoping she could have a chance to seek an opportunity Vought -- but all the roles were filled. Greedy jerks.

The only position that was left was some guy from an unknown company (at least that's what she assumed) looking to hire a student. Well, it wasn't that bad, but Betty was still disappointed she could not go to Vought. She wanted to be noticed by them; finally have her chance in being an actual hero instead of a galactic guardian. Maybe next summer.

While today has been a decently good day for Betty, her wings have been killing her. Typically at home, she would reveal her wings and just walk around -- not giving a care. But being out, she could not reveal her wings. And just as she was only sitting next to Billy for a few minutes; she could feel her wings begging for her to release them. Just stretch them out for a few minutes, would it be a big deal if one person seen him? Probably not. So, she revealed them, sighing in relief as she stretched out her wings. It felt good.

"More so a wanna-be model citizen." She would say, chuckling as she curiously looked over what he had scribbled down. She awkwardly shifted on her seat, looking behind her to make sure her wings did not bump against the bookshelves. "S-Sorry, my wings have been killing me all morning." She would mumbled.

A smile would be seen upon hearing his question, she would nod -- three books fell on the ground after her wings bumped against the shelf. "Shit!" She whispered, picking them up to put them back. Quickly she looked around, luckily no one had noticed. She quickly returned to her seat, those freckled cheeks were now red. Her wings lowered, gently grasping on to her shoulders. "I-I'm sorry...uh...wh - what would you like me to do, sir?"