Okay guys. I'm going to be on hiatus for a while.
RMH
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸

Jar Jar Binks Fan Club
d e v o n
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
No title available
Keni
$LAYYYTER
Claire Keane
No title available
One Nice Bug Per Day
No title available
★
official daine visual archive
art blog(derogatory)
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
KIROKAZE

gracie abrams
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
The Stonewall Inn
seen from Mexico
seen from United States
seen from China
seen from Uzbekistan

seen from Indonesia
seen from Austria
seen from Bolivia
seen from Philippines

seen from Ecuador

seen from United States
seen from Canada

seen from United States
seen from Canada
seen from United States

seen from Indonesia
seen from Colombia

seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from Indonesia
seen from Brazil
@harley-marionettedoll
Okay guys. I'm going to be on hiatus for a while.
Sends me 'woof' for my muses reaction to yours bringing home a puppy.
With a playful smile on his face, Chopper walked toward the clown girl, clearly unaware of how psychotic and dangerous she was. Thankfully, this was likely to make befriending her easy. Finally stopping in front of her, Chopper reached his small hoof forward, placing it atop Harley's leg in order to get her to lower her gaze toward him. "Hello there!" He cheerfully called out, clearly ready to make a new friend.
Her attention turns toward him. She didn't look too happy about the interruption.
"uhmm...Hi...?"
He finally got him
‡‡
Send me a ‡‡ if you like how I portray my muse.
Send me a "☤" for my muse's reaction to waking up with your muse's head between their legs.
˝How did you get this?" for once her voice didn't sound squeaky and horrifyingly perky.
Crane is silent for a moment before he pulls his wrist away of Harley. He looks down absently before finally responding, “Just let it be, I don’t want to talk about it, Dr. Quinzel.”
˝Harley,” she corrects before continuing, ˝And if you need to talk to me, I WAS a psychologist.” She assumed where he had got the scar, she’d seen many others like it.
Jonathan gives the woman an apologetic glance. He also slipped up he name like that, “I don’t want to talk, I’m fine, really.”
Her shoulders shrug.
"Well, just in case. Ya know how it is here," She looks around the recreation room. The walls were pale white like all the other walls in the asylum.
((My muse found yours tied and gagged meme.)) The blonde looked around then back at the man. ˝Yer uh... Not the guy I thought we were hpldin' hostage,"She squats down next to him, to get a better look. ˝Who are ya? " she asked more to herself.
His eyes followed her, watching her move about and talk to herself more or less. Whoever got him here, or whatever they want, he had nothing to do with it.
Her attention turned to the door and back to him. No one would care if she just...
Rrrrrip!
She pulled the tape off of his mouth so he could spit out the rag they put in his mouth and talk.
"Gotta name?"
how do you like how the mun writes you?
"I wish she could write better. Meybe then more people would wanna' hang out with me."
"Honestly, sometimes I don't think she knows what she's doin'. I mean, she does gimme the benifit of the doubt so I can't complain too much."
is the mun a bagel?
"Yes, she is."
˝How did you get this?" for once her voice didn't sound squeaky and horrifyingly perky.
Crane is silent for a moment before he pulls his wrist away of Harley. He looks down absently before finally responding, “Just let it be, I don’t want to talk about it, Dr. Quinzel.”
˝Harley," she corrects before continuing, ˝And if you need to talk to me, I WAS a psychologist." She assumed where he had got the scar, she'd seen many others like it.
The person I reblogged this from is hella rad
In honor of Munday, the Muse will now tell everyone the answers to any questions they feel like asking about the Mun. In their own words. Whether the Mun likes it or not.
OH MY GOD DO IT GUYS. DO IT. DOOOO IIIIT.
DOOOOOO IT.!
I have one really photogenic cat and one idiot
Send me "I'm sleepy" and my muse will react to your muse coming into their room in the middle of the night