|: Mun’s semester is winding down, so in order to do school work without fretting about my Journey, Mun would like to inform everyone that we will be back in full swing in a few more weeks! :|
|: In the meantime we’ll probably just keep finishing those Halloween asks as we can. :|
Trick.. or Treat? That is the question... I still do not understand.. Sigh...
|: Trick or treat gets candy, but candy will not fill you, brother. :|
|: Pie is better! :|
Trick or treeatt~
|: The first trick-or-treater always gets lots of sugar. :|
- Some candy
- A kiss on the cheek
- A hug
- A pie in the face
- Mouth-to-Mouth candy
- A jump scare
- A halloween date night out
- Scary movie night
- A kiss on the lips
- Your muse gets pantsed
- Your muse pantses mine
- Tickle fight
- Passionate kiss on the lips
- Bite mark
- Mun decides!
(( Be forewarned that Vanem’s responses are likely to be pretty tame
and I’ll likely write a novel doing it))
|: Today will be busy, but I’ll certainly be giving
tricks treats tonight.~ :|
|: Is that a... gap in your teeth? :|
"L-look, it’s the only thing I /can’t/ fix, okay? There’s nothing /wrong/ with it!! Ah—haahhaaaaa?"
(I’m sorry for the crummy drawing- It’s 8 in the morning and I joke woke up-)
|: Nothing wrong indeed, but I just wanted to be sure. :|
|: I think it’s adorable. :|
The large wayfarer approuched, long white strands tangled and obscuring his face. He motioned for Kevta to come closer, the faint outline of lips spreading into what could have been mistaken as a smile. By the time they were within arm's reach of one another it was already too late. The black taint has clearly visable against his dark skin at this distance. He mouthed what might have almost have been an apology before dragging Kevta flush against him, teeth anchoring themselves in his neck.
|: Atka, what- what are you…? :|
Kevta struggled in his arms. The bite was more painful than a typical playful nip. It almost burned and the sensation was spreading. He pushed himself away, tearing at his own skin in a fevered, panicked attempt to stop the pain. His body was trying to petrify itself in response the spread, skin flaking off leaving a stoney shell of a man behind. As suddenly as the pain had started, he grew still, arms hanging limply. Unraveling strands of cloth trailed lazily behind him. The eerie blue glow of his core shown out the hollow spaces of his body. A hollow, disembodied growl emanated from behind his mask. His frenzied mind could only focus on one thing.
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is your hair floofy?