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luvghostie · 2 years
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ೃ⁀➷𝙃𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙
𝘎𝘕 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 + 𝘓𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘨𝘦
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The air was crisp, clinging ever so gently to the breeze that swept the night. Kids running up and down the street, people handing out candy, and houses booming with music. It was All Hollows’ Eve. The celebration is observed in many countries on 31 October. People dress up, carve pumpkins, trick or treat, and throw parties. However, there are always a select few whom don't celebrate.
You were at a house party with your two other friends. Each member of the trio was doing something different. One was drinking rather hard, the other was starting fights, and you were sitting on the front porch alone.
House parties weren't exactly your thing. The loud music and sexual gestures weren't exciting to you. Rather, you'd love to stay at home handing out candies. You were still dressed up, of course. You sported a very nice witch costume, not the usual mole-faced one. This time you added... spice. Regardless, No amount of catcalling and drunk people could change your Halloween spirit.
You dug through some candy you snatched from the party. Twix, Snickers, Hershey's, you had all kinds of goodies. Each piece reminded you of a special moment in your childhood. You still recall the first time you ate candy. The sugary snack was something you loved since and craved since the day.
Before you could decide what you wanted you felt uneasy. Like, something or someone was watching you. Looking around the lonely porch you spotted someone in the distance. They were approaching the house with what looked to be... A garbage bag? You tried not to think about the person too much. After all, you were at a house party. Maybe he lived here or knew these people somehow.
The air blew harder sending a chill throughout your body. “Damn, why does it have to be so cold?” you asked yourself, clinging to the little warmth you had left. Fall was amazing to you however, just like any season it has its downs. Sickness and coldness, are two things you hated feeling and getting during this time of year.
Sudden creeks startled you from your thoughts. Someone was going up the stairs nearing you. Looking over to your left you see, a clown. His nose was pointy and long, his outfit black and white, and how could you forget the little hat that rested on his head.
“Oh,” you said, jumping slightly. You didn't expect to see someone with such a good costume here. Little alone a clown. Collecting your thoughts again you smiled at the man. “Sorry, you scared me. I really like your costume though.”
The man's eye moved to yours, a grin spreading on his pale face. He pointed at himself giving a “are you talking to me?” kind of expression. Giggling you nodded your head in agreement. “Yes, you, no one here has a cool costume like that!” you stated, pointing towards the closed door leading inside.
His eyes moved to the door and back to yours. You expected him to say something. Whether that be a thank you or screw off, you thought something would be let out. He instead bowed to you as if you were of high class. That's never happened to you but coming from this guy, it felt sweet.
As he raised up his hand started to reach into one of his pockets. He searched in there for a few seconds soon bringing out a piece of paper. You were confused, to say the least. That is until you received the paper from the clown.
“Art,” you said aloud, now wanting an answer to this word. “What does that mean?” you questioned him looking back up. He simply pointed to himself giving you the missing piece. “that's your name?” he lifted his thumbs up signifying your first guess was correct. “I'm y/n, nice to meet you, Art.” you reached your hand out to formally greet him for the first time. Art's hand clasped around yours, shaking it ever so gently.
Something about him felt familiar. Something felt, off. You pushed whatever that feeling was down and took this as an opportunity. “Well, Art, would you like to go get our Halloween spirit on?” you questioned. Art's eyes gleamed as he answered your request with actions. You could already feel this was the start of an amazing friendship.
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I went on vacation with my grandma and my brother... I ordered a plushie online before going... it arrived before I came back... my dad had tons of free time, lol
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He abused my poor plushie SO much during two and a half days... he sent me ONE PICTURE PER DAY!!!
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leotismos · 7 months
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My gay amogis that im basing my autosexual story on cause im autosexual lol. This is Rami and also Rami, they are GAY for eachother, they are CLONES.
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devy3000 · 1 year
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Friends? , Friends
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*requests are welcome :)*
“I need your help” Sherlock begged Edith. “With what Holmes? , learning about women’s rights” she retorted. He obviously had pissed her off. I keep walking up the stairs to the fighting voices. “Enola is in trouble Edith , can you hear me out , she will hang” Sherlock pleads walking after Edith. I stand at the top of the stairs looking at the scene. Neither of them had seen me yet. Edith turned and looked at him “what do you mean she’ll hang?”. “Your being dramatic, Holmes, she’s not going to hang” I say.
Sherlock turns to me with tears in his eyes. He truly cared for his sister. I hadn’t seen him like this in years. “Ríona , they said they’ll hang her , she’s been found guilty” He fumed. I smiled. “Do you not care , Ríona , the girl you think of as a daughter is going to hang” Sherlock spat. Edith looked at me with a knowing look. “She won’t hang Sherlock , in fact she should be arriving in” I looked at my pocket watch 23:45 “oh actually any minute , so pull your self out of your state” I smiled. Edith smiles “how did you know”. “I have my people in high and low places , you know that , and I always figure things out” I answered looking at Sherlock .Sherlock stood looking at me from across the room .“I need to go tell enola I’ll see her later” Edith announced after a few moments of silence.
The door downstairs opened and closed and a series of footsteps followed up the stairs. “Ríona , are you here” enola shouted up the stairs. Sherlock walked over as far as me and waited beside me. Enola came to the top of the stairs and ran towards me as I opened my arms. She hugged me hard and started to cry a little. “Your ok , I’d never let something happen to you” I whisper. I see Sherlock looking at me from the side. “Hug your brother”I whisper in her ear only loud enough for her to hear. I let and go and she bolts into his arms.
Sherlock stumbles while catching her. He holds her tightly. I stare at the reunited siblings with a smile. Sherlock looks up from hugging Enola and mouths “thank you”. I nod back. A chilling shiver goes up my spine lifting all the goosebumps over my body. I forgot how cold it was tonight , I had ran here hoping to arrive before enola. I didn’t even grab a coat so all I was wearing was a shirt and black suits pants just fitted to my womanly shape as the seamstress called it. Enola breaks away from Sherlock’s embrace and looks at me.
“Where am I staying tonight , Ríona , I can’t go back to my apartment can I” she asks . “You can stay with me if you’d like or you can stay with Sherlock, it’s up to you darling”. “Can I stay with Ríona Sherlock , please” Enola questions. Sherlock looks between us “of course”. Enola yawns “can we go I’m tired”. I nodded again “you get a carriage to my apartment and I’ll be there with in a hour , you know where my key is yes” I said. Enola said her goodbye as we all walked down the stairs . She waved at Sherlock and left in the carriage.
I shivered again for the second time in the last five minutes. I know he saw or else he wouldn’t be looking. “Your cold” He stated. I looked him in the eyes. “I’m fine” I explained. He looked away and smiled. “Just admit it your cold” “I’m not cold”. I shiver again. “Don’t..you..dare” I warned. “I didn’t say a word”he pleaded. I look back down the street just in time to see enolas carriage turn right at the end of the road. Before I can turn back to Sherlock , I feel a warmth engulf me. I turn to Sherlock to see him fixing his suit jacket. He had just put his jacket on my shoulders. He just had to be nice. “Thank you” I whisper. He smiles back at me , a proper smile. “Where are you going” he asks. I fix the jacket on me considering it was at least 5 times my size. “I need to go back to my office and get something , why?” I reply. He holds out his arm. “I’ll walk you to your office then I’ll walk you home” he explains. I take his arm and we begin to walk. “Are we friends again?” “You want us to be friends again sherlock?” “Yes yes I do” “ok Mr Holmes , we can be friends again as long as you promise not to leave again” . He laughs “I can promise you I would leave you again”.
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bri602 · 8 months
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What if there was there was a halfblood that just got tired of the drama on Olympus and because the therapist of Olympus.
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my-river-styx · 1 year
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I need more sons of the forest content before I explode..............
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th3cl0wns · 2 months
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Your mother reminded you of the old Jesters you used to love.
And you happened to find them, on the streets, in the shadows, laughing to themselves.
Talk to them?
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meowieradio · 2 months
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・Part 1
・Pause to read
・Sorry if there any spelling mistake
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askhugsworthy · 1 year
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I’m absolutely up for it.  Message away. @ask-healthy-light
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iplaysims4 · 8 months
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Fast Forward
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0nlyme10dy · 10 months
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This is valentine(or Val) daughter of princess cadence and shinning armor,younger sister of flurry heart🩷if you have any questions about her I would love to answer them ⭐️
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jasminedragonart · 2 years
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Okay I have a query. In the near future when I've finally written my story, is there anyone who would like to be like the test subjects and read it beforehand? Just so I can get some info for the next draft and know for certain this is how I want it to go before I start illustrating chapters?
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"Uh... Hey everyone. This is Arven. So... Mom currently is calming down after her panic attack, and I don't plan on leaving her alone for a bit, plus she made it clear that the next Titan we fought she was coming with us, so..."
A tiny girl opens the door to the office, a shiny Zorua perched on her head. "Arven! I'm ready when you are- Is Director Sada okay?" She asks, looking past him. He turns to look at his mother, who is sat at her desk, eyes red from tears. Ever since she had come into contact with other realities, she seemed to be dealing with even more stress than usual.
"I... I'll be fine, Miss Weiss. We... We should get moving. Now, on to the Soaring Sky Titan!"
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medullazs · 2 years
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Coming back home after work events always end with letting off a little steam
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neomedievalist · 2 years
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i wish fe fates was actually a bad game so i could just say Yeah its shit. and move on. i hate that “yeah just skip all the story cutscenes and its a 8/10″ is an actual thing that you can say about it. its absurd. im having so much fun with it but every time i actually try to pay attention to the plot i start developing ulcers. Fucking help me.
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I’m laying in bed in the morning, five minutes after I should’ve been up and I can almost feel you next to me. I always miss you more in the small moments. The times when I’m not yet working and not yet asleep. Another five minutes won’t hurt. I turn to face my favorite ghost.
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