Julian Crept Along The Sidewalk, Looking Everyway For People On The Lookout. It Wasn't Like He Was Going

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Halloween Prompt Starters & Ideas

For anyone wanting to write some Halloween themed pieces, here are some starters and prompts to help get you started!

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1.       Taking a child trick-or-treating

2.       Visiting the pumpkin patch together

3.       Sharing a caramel apple

4.       Watching a scary movie

5.       Having a pumpkin carving contest

6.       Going through a haunted house

7.       Shopping for Halloween costumes

8.       Attending a costume party together

9.       Wearing couple’s costumes

10.   Getting lost in a corn maze

11.   Making Halloween treats

12.   “I’ll thrill you more than any ghost would.”

13.   “BOO! I found you!”

14.   “You don’t need to buy a treat when I can just give you one myself.”

15.   “Trick or treat!”

16.   “What should I wear for Halloween?” “Nothing.”

17.   “Hand over the candy corn!”

Julain checked things off his list as he went and wrote down things he had forgotten to write down before. He stopped by to get a snack before finishing up his shopping. He was thankful that he had a good amount of money, so he could get everything he needed. He stopped to talk to a few people before making his way towards Asra's shop.

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After Asra left and Maison told the Countess fortune he sat down to process all of it. The countess did say that he was special somehow ? Yet the apprentice wasn’t sure about that. Maybe he was only special because he was Asra’s apprentice ? He shook those thoughts when his small feathered friend landed on one of his shoulders and started to chirp. The mage chuckled and understood he shouldn’t dwell on such things. So he moved to check that the front door was closed and then proceeded to get some sweet treats for himself and some nectar for his hummingbird. He hummed softly as he moved with the other to the room filled with herbs and other magical items

“Oh, definitely not. I must thank you again for saving my life, it’s not every day that happens.” Julian says, smirking. Julian tripped on a branch and fell on his face. His face hits the ground, and he grunts. Of course, why not! Run from guards. Ok. Run from a werewolf? Why not! Get saved by on. Alright. Fall on his face? Of course. Just his luck.

closed - Wolf’s woods.

Vincent watched still. Making sure that the ferals were indeed gone. Not laying in wait for him to leave so that they could devour the new comer. He turned on his hind leg then. Looking over the male as he spoke. He nodded and closed his eyes. It looked almost uncomfortable to change back to a human. He flinched a little but felt no pain. Till finally he was the same red headed male as before. Dressed in furs and animal skins. A cloth shirt, and breeches, but buck skin boots, and grieves. He looked to be a tribal men from the mountains. 

He looked the male over before cracking his neck, and moving to pick up his bow and arrows. “You were brave to come into these woods human. What are you running from?” He said scooping up his belt as well with the few rabbits still hooked to it. Tucking the bow back over his shoulder as he crossed his arms. 

Hi! I just wanted to tell Julian that I think he’s really pretty and handsome ☺️

Oh! Um, thank you darling, I'm sure you are even more beautiful than a setting sun.

~Julian

*gives Muriel a gentle kiss on the cheek* Keep on being awesome, love.

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//Hugging Julian anon// *blushes* Thank you...*kisses his cheek* You bring so much joy to people with your kindness and intelligence.

I, I wouldn't say that, but it means a lot to me.

so i thought i’ve posted this before ( knowing me, i have and i’m just blind ), but can you like or reblog this post if you’re a roleplay blog in the arcana fandom? there’s always so few of us and we often miss each other when blogs die out.

“Do you have any alcohol? He’s gonna need it,” Julian asks, already crouching down beside the young man, and looking at the wounds. He took one of the strips of cloth and dunked it into the wat water, rung it out, and then cleaned the wounds as carefully as possible. Thankfully none seemed infected. He cleaned each wound as carefully as he could. He then took the needle and thread, stitching up the wounds that needed it. He did it as fast and cleanly as he could. He took the other pieces of cloth and bandaged him as tightly as he could, but not too tight as to restrict breathing.

closed - Wolf’s woods.

Vincent shook his head. Setting out three bowls and pouring food into each. He looked out the window. But he shook off the feeling and took out some spoons to eat the stew with. The little winged lizard on his shoulder chirping and eyeing Julian. “Will you need to stay here? I wouldn’t mind to give you shelter if you need it.”

//Hugging Julian anon// *At the Rowdy Raven* What drink do you recommend for the mood to be set?

I'm always down for a good ale, no matter the mood. There's one that is my favorite, I'll order two for us.

Julian blinked a few more times, before standing up straight and fixing his clothes. “I, well I was out on a stroll and was attacked. City guards are crap, and thankfully I lost them.” He says smugly. He looked at the man in front of him, and wow. He’s a lot prettier like this. A lot.

“That was very impressive, so thank you for saving me.” He said. He was a damsel in distress and was gallantly saved. Ok, well not a damsel, but still, swooning was required.

closed - Wolf’s woods.

Vincent watched still. Making sure that the ferals were indeed gone. Not laying in wait for him to leave so that they could devour the new comer. He turned on his hind leg then. Looking over the male as he spoke. He nodded and closed his eyes. It looked almost uncomfortable to change back to a human. He flinched a little but felt no pain. Till finally he was the same red headed male as before. Dressed in furs and animal skins. A cloth shirt, and breeches, but buck skin boots, and grieves. He looked to be a tribal men from the mountains. 

He looked the male over before cracking his neck, and moving to pick up his bow and arrows. “You were brave to come into these woods human. What are you running from?” He said scooping up his belt as well with the few rabbits still hooked to it. Tucking the bow back over his shoulder as he crossed his arms.