Yet again, Eddie was reworking his stitching on Waylon’s gown, though it was frustrating that it was he himself was the cause of the new gashes and tears in the fragile fabric.

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@anomalyfated has such a good range of muses, mostly Twisted Wonderland but also a bunch of otome characters that I love to see. Plus, they are very nice and chill, following me for so long already. I especially love their take on Riddle because truth to be told, he’s not my most favorite character in the mobile game.

@e-temmu is an original character that I enjoy to see on my dash. On how goofy and well-written their muse is and the silliness Borna and Akira get into, especially the Resident Evil verse where they just bully the zombies and characters in that series. Plus how cool that their muse is to Akira, who does think Dullahan / whatever their muse considers themselves ( I forgot the term don’t eat me )’s are awesome.

           "They are a little odd, but they seem nice. Look                   someone tipped me 100$ to buy a maids outfit!”

Reading:

"On what's this holiday...Halloween; people dress as skeletons. But on every other day, skeletons dress as them. Isn't it funny?" Please somebody stop this woman from talking. (here is your inbox thing friend! )

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❝Eh......❞ Vasco trailed off, unsure what to say. For once, her words left him speechless. Not because he didn't see the logic in it but because he's unsure how to process everything. Blinking owlishly, he could only stare and stare before finding the proper words for it.

     “ oh, it’s you. ”

@e-temmu​ :  "  We're  more  ghosts than  people  .  "

—   “  Yeah  .  ”  Arthur  concurs  .  He  remembers  the  days  when  he  could  stand  in  the  middle  of  Gotham  Square  and  scream  at  the  top  of  his  lungs  and  not  a  soul  would  notice  him  .  But  things  are  different  now  :  his  presence  alone  is  enough  to  strike  fear  in  the  hearts  of  anyone  around  him  .  A  glimpse  of  a  crimson  suit  and  they  run  for  the  hills  .  It’s  exhilarating  ;  people  notice  him  and  although  it’s  from  his  infamy  ,  the  attention  received  fuels  him  ,  even  if  it  were  negative  attention  .  He  spent  his  life  deprived  of  such  .  Even  his  own  mother  seemed  to  rarely  notice  his  existence  and  now  ,  the  entire  city  murmurs  his  name  .  Some  practically  worship  him  ,  other’s  fear  him  .  Perhaps  he’s  more  of  a  poltergeist  rather  than  a  simple  ghost  .  A  figure  that  haunts  the  city  ;  manifested  from  their  own  actions  no  longer  a  lost  spirit  wandering  the  world  .  But  even  now  ,  if  he  were  to  walk  these  streets  without  his  suit  ,  greasepaint  and  hair  dye  ,  not  a  soul  would  know  who  he  is  .  They  only  know  Joker  ,  not  Arthur  Fleck  .

—   “  I’ve  always  hated  it  .  ”  he  then  admitted  .  It’s  given  him  a  life  of  loneliness  ,  deprived  of  social  interaction  .  “  But  I  think  I’m  okay  with  it  now .  ”  he  then  said  .  “  People  don’t  care  about  other  people  .  You’re  better  off  alone  anyways  .  ”  his  eyes  are  planted  on  the  journal  spread  open  upon  lap  ,  watching  the  ink  stain  the  paper  below  the  tip  of  the  pen  he  wields  as  he’s  slowly  scribbling  out   sloppily  written  words  on  the  page  .  “  And  ,  you  get  to  haunt  people  .  ”  it  was  partially  a  joke  ;  he  just  so  happens  to  take  it  to  the  extreme  .  Their  actions  are  a  seance  and  he  ,  is  the  creature  that  lurks  within  the  shadows  waiting  to  strike  .  Lifting  his  gaze  to  meet  with  hers  ,  he  offers  her  a  dashing  smile  .  “  And  people  never  believe  you’re  real  until  you  show  up  .  The  look  on  their  faces  is  always  priceless  .  ”