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of-scarves-and-stars:

☆ Oxy had been asked this question before, be folks of all species - Novakid weren’t exactly the most common of peoples.

“Nnnot quite. ‘pparently us Novakid are made up of the same stuff stars’re made of. n’this thing right here-” She taps the metal square on her face, “- is what keeps it all inside me.”

Of course, she’d been told all this by her ship’s AI. She tended to forget exactly how she worked, but… that was Novakid for ya.

“I can sorta burn things though. I gotta really try, but I’ve done it once or twice.”

“A star? Ooh, that’s better than a fire then! Much more pretty, I say, but sadly, not too good for putting under cauldrons~”

{🎃} She giggled, poking at the metal square on Oxy’d face with even more curiosity than before. How interesting!

“So if one is to break the seal, everything will burst within flames?”

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lancelot-sharpkeen:

“Uh… Exactly what I said?” he answered, an eyebrow lifted, a little surprised of that reaction. He knew many people were quite hyped for Halloween - he actually happened to be one of them - but he didn’t expect for someone to legit get angry over it.

“…ok, ok, calm down, now.” the hunter sighed, giving a tiny pat to the girl’s shoulder “Halloween won’t come back sooner if you keep rambling about it.”

“Nnnnonononono I was supposed to be AWAKE for it not ASLEEP for it! It’s practically the only time of the year I get to... Hhhhh...”

{🎃} She placed one of her hands on her chest, letting out a small ‘wheeze’ as the other hand ‘fanned’ the hunter away. What was so important about Halloween to her to get her all riled up like this?

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“...So... Bright...? But yet, not too hot...?”

{🎃} Jackie simply stared at poor Oxy within confusion, her gloved hands moving towards and away from the Novakid as a ‘twisted’ curiosity filled her mind up with many possibilities.

“Are you made of fire...?”

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@mcmentics [To Humbert with love]

{🎃} Don’t mind the pumpkin-headed witch, even if she was basically walking around the ghost, ‘glowing’ eyes staying focused on the undead man and a finger upon her ‘chin.’ It was just interesting to see a ghost around here, especially one that didn’t seem to be violent towards whoever may encounter it. Friendly spirits are welcome in her books.

“...May I ask on who you are~?”

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@lancelot-sharpkeen 

“What do you MEAN Halloween is over?!”

{🎃} Good grief, how long has she been asleep? Her ‘national’ holiday, or at least the one for her home tome- Missed by five days! If Lancelot wasn’t able to tell, Jackie was VERY upset over the news just given to her, and now she was running back and forth through the room, hands above her head and the tone of regret within her voice.

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{So I uh. Haven’t been on this blog in forever and a half eh. Not since September soooo. Maybe give this a like/reblog if you want a starter?}

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MORE Horrific M!A’s

All M!A’s last as long as the sender specifies, or can be broken by an act of the sender’s choice.

Pitch Black: Who turned out the lights? The muse is stuck in complete darkness no matter where they are, making them more vulnerable than ever. Hunter: The muse now has a thirst for violence, but only toward one person. The person may be decided upon by the sender, but please do get the second character’s mun’s permission. Horrible Thing: The muse is transformed into a monster of the sender’s choosing. Any monster is fair game (werewolf, wendigo, minotaur, siren, etc). Bad Luck with a twist: This time, the muse doesn’t have bad luck. Anyone they touch, or anyone who touches them, has terrible luck. Walking Dead: The muse is no longer among the living, and must adapt to existence as a ghost or undead being for the duration of the M!A. Symptoms are up to the mun or sender. Loved One Lost: The muse sees visions of a loved one or friend in a bad state (dead, mutilated, in pain, etc) consistently throughout the time period, even if they close their eyes. Sleepless: The muse is constantly tired and dozing off, but every time they sleep, they’re plagued by terrible nightmares that shock them awake. Dead With a Touch: Everything they touch dies. That’s it. That’s the curse. (however, their ’victims’ may come back to life when the M!A is over or broken) Perceived but Unreal: The muse has terrifying hallucinations almost constantly of anything and everything that could scare them. Midnight: Every night at midnight until the end of the M!A, something terrifying creeps into the muse’s home, and they must avoid it for three hours. Mirror Mirror on the Wall: The muse is deathly afraid of and obsessed with mirrors, and for good reason. If one is uncovered, their reflection may escape. llaW eht no rorriM rorriM: The muse is stuck on the other side of a mirror. They must find a way to break the curse or get someone on the other side to help them, so long as the reflection doesn’t find their friends first. Fido Gone Wrong: The muse has been given a peculiar pet, one with claws and teeth. Can they tame it, or will they become monster chow? Under the Bed: The muse now has a visitor: their childhood fears. Whatever they feared as a child is now coming to life. Goop: The muse has been transformed into a slime creature. Whether they look like themselves or become a hungry muck monster is up to the sender. Demons of Hell: The muse hears constant screams and torment from mistakes they’ve made or ghosts from their past. Cyborg Uprising: The muse has undergone an operation to give them cybernetic enhancements. Whether these enhancements are used for good or evil is up to the mun. Crippling Phobia: Something the muse once enjoyed is now the source of intense terror. Can be an object, a person/animal, a place, etc. Who Could Ever Love a Beast: The muse grows more and more monstrous in appearance (or behavior) until the end of the M!A. Yearning: The muse has a bloodlust on them. A very intense one. Tulpa: The muse has an imaginary friend identical to them, but it wants more. For the duration of the M!A, the muse’s doppelganger has separated from them and is causing havoc. Neverending Nightmare: Even when awake, the muse sees everyone around them as a monster.

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@flytrapbooze [take the soda you fucc]

{~🎃~} Damn it- Quick, Jackie, think of a way to get this guy to drink your newly brewed potion without sounding suspicious at all!

🎃 - “...Traveling soda vendor? It’s plum flavored.”

{~🎃~} NAILED IT.

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dexdlydxrkness:

{ - ✾ - } Specter could feel his face begin to heat up and his anxiety rise temporarily as Gwendoline made the connection, not even finishing her sentence as that thought passed. He was indeed what she was thinking, but at the moment, the reaper probably didn’t have the time to really elaborate.

{ - ✾ - } Right now, he had to keep Gwendoline from panicking thanks to the Enchantress, and if her liquid samurai were outside, he had to keep the younger of the two safe.

✾– “..I’d imagine it isn’t, considering Aleron hasn’t let you be awake to eat anything. You don’t have to eat all of it if you aren’t too hungry, but you should try to eat as much as you can. Any food is better than none..”

{~🎃~} All that Gwendoline gave out was a nod, looking down at her food before taking a bite out of the bread. She couldn’t wait to go home, but honestly, Specter was so nice to her. If things go haywire somehow, she wouldn’t mind having to stay with him. She’ll just have to try to visit her parents and her hometown as often as possible. She didn’t want to have anybody stay worried.

“...Thank you again, Mister Donovan... I’ll return the favors some day, I just know it...”

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“Tristiana? But isn’t that a...”

{~🎃~} She caught her words there, a thought going through her mind. Was Donovan trans, or more specifically, female-to-male trans? Goodness, so many things to learn about Donovan, but not enough time! Especially since she basically had to eat to keep Donovan from getting overly worried about her.

“Th-thank you again for the good, and sorry for distracting myself from eating it. My stomach, is... Is REALLY not happy with me at the moment, aha...”

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{~🎃~} The smallest of whimpers left Gwendoline as Specter Knight began to speak of his parents- A father who was killed within cold blood and a mother who didn’t know her son was pratically dead.

She was lucky to have her two parents, and that was true. But now she couldn’t help but to feel bad for Specter, even as he soon gave her some food to get rid of her three-day coma induced hunger.

“Tha-thank you, Mister Donovan... Am... Am I allowed to call you that? I hope you don’t mind, b-but I won’t be used to new names that easily... Or new faces... N-new anything, a-ahaha...”

{~🎃~} She was going to grow up to be a paranoid wreck! Oh, the humanity!

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{~🎃~} It felt so comforting to feel the cloak wrap around her, as if Specter was using himself as her security blanket. She thought she would be staying within joyful thoughts-

That’s when Specter Knight then mentioned the Enchantress.

🎃 - “Tha... That’s the lady Aleron said I would be the court jester of...! I’m not good with potions or any of that! I’m just a baker...!”

{~🎃~} She hugged herself as soon as Specter moved himself away, her eyes glancing down at the floor while her mind began to flood with negative thoughts. If the Enchantress found her, well... Who knows what would happen to her?! She didn’t want to think about it!

🎃 - “...I miss my mama and papa...”

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🎃 - “Be-before what happened in Halloichemh...? But the person who was there at the party was Donova-”

{~🎃~} She paused as the knight raised his visor, the color of his eyes showing the young girl that he was, indeed, the man who rescued her at the party. And if that wasn’t enough evidence, she was soon letting herself stare at the tear within his old serape. ...It felt so weird. Seeing the one who once saved you undead. Even with no life left in him, he came to save her again... She wanted to hug him. Hug him tightly, never let go, and cry into his chest. Now wasn’t the time, though.

🎃 - “Do-Donovaaaaaan... You saved me again, I- I don’t deserve this, I swear...! Thank you, tha-thank you, thank yooouuu...!”

{~🎃~} What were going to be tears of fear were now tears of joy, shaken hands reaching out for Specter Knight as if she wanted a hug from him.

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@dexdlydxrkness [The Gwen AU continues because oops]

🎃 - “M-mu... Mommyyyyyy... H-huh...?”

{~🎃~} Oh god, how long has she been knocked out? Her vision was practically blurred beyond belief, and her stomach felt as if there was a black hole consuming it from the inside out. She would ask about all of these pains, but she had a much more important question at the moment-

🎃 - “Wh-where... Where am I...?! I’m not an alchemist, I’m not an alchemist, I want to go home...!!”

{~🎃~} It looks as if she wasn’t going to calm down until she learned more about her current area and the situation happening outside of the hideout.

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“If I don’t make it back to town, tel the other that I’m damn proud of them.”

{~🎃~} And with those bitter words, Pafhume lets herself continue to shoot the onslaught of samurai, knowing that she would soon fall victim to their attacks. It didn’t matter. As long as Gwendoline is safe, she would feel proud for what she’s doing to herself.

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dexdlydxrkness:

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{~🎃~} They intend on hurting her just because she wants to protect Gwen, eh? Well, if that’s how the cookie will crumble, then so be it. Pafhume pressed down on the trigger, aiming at the head of the slimy samurais with eat shot she made. No way they were going to get Gwendoline or kill anybody. No way, no how.

“Eat led, assholes. You won’t be getting Donovan or Gwendoline in your god damn life time!”

{~🎃~} While she had the chance, she looked behind her and towards Red, a look of anger seen within her eyes.

“Find Specter Knight and tell him to get out of here, along with Gwen if he has her. I’m not going down without a fight.”