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ind. / sel. rule 63 lewis of msa. written by kaz. ♥ no personals. mobile links.

[ghxstgal]

its that time again! mystery skulls concert tonight

[ghxstgal]

shit got bad. excuse how broken my theme is without a third.

[danicloth]

It’s cold 🩷🩵…

My delulu is slowly coming back =w=✨

[ghxstgal]

its that time again

[ghxstgal]

i bet you thought you’d seen the last of me

[ghxstgal]

@s1lveredw1ngs​: "On one hand, all the time in the world to do as you please. On the other hand, what do you do with all that time without becoming a poltergeist out of boredom?"

“Right! I mean, I have until the end of time, now, I guess. But like, I can’t even eat things.”

[ghxstgal]

... It’s simultaneously the hardest and easiest thing to keep busy as a ghost.

[ghxstgal]

[ghxstgal]

-Cheese just gonna scuttle up to the ghost, give a frog and scuttle away-

Louise awkwardly holds the frog. “Okay, so... I feel like this is a quest item?”

[ghxstgal]

“‘But Louise’, you may ask. ‘Don’t you miss being alive?’“

“Well of course. But hey.”

“I wear death real well. Have you seen my hair? It’s on fire.”

[ghxstgal]

“Don’t get me wrong.

I have no more beef with Artie or Arthur(s).”

“But I am still here out of spite.”

[ghxstgal]

[ghxstgal]

"Had the weirdest dream... dreamt I kept playing some outdated MMO from 2008...”

[ghxstgal]

[ghxstgal]

[ghxstgal]

If Louise were to listen closely, she may hear the soft 'tip tap' of hooves on the cobble outside her mansion. Maybe even a calling whinny from a horsey creature outside. Though the obvious and much louder knocking on her front door may make it more clear that something wanted to enter her home or at least talk to her. That something, of course, being Arthur. Trapped in a unicorn's body.

Louise was confused, sitting up in her bed. She turned to the Dead Beats, who affirmed she was not the only one who heard the banging on her front door. “I’m comin’, I’m comin’ --” She hurried down the stairs, before swinging it open. There he was, in all his majestic-ness.

“A UNICORN?!”

She was about to let out the biggest squeal of her life, when she noticed something. Squint. That coloration. The robot leg. The clearly distressed look. This wasn’t your average, run-of-the-mill unicorn. (Not that there’s something like a ‘average’ unicorn, but you get the idea.) No, this aura was unmistakable.

“...ARTHUR?!”

[ghxstgal]

@halfghcst

Obviously, the answer is moth man.

Danny, you get me.