seen from Iraq
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8 souls have fallen through the tree.
from-the-mohawk-tribe
bloodstainedninja
periwinklefrosttalent
goth-girl-elsa
theprincessoftheharpy
magnificentbyjove
have-a-magical-evening
witchy-sarah-sanderson
"Oh! My, there's quite a few of you, hm? Forgive me," He bowed. "I'm Jack Skellington, the King of the Pumpkin Patch."
(No idea what this means lol ) ♛
outofbullets: To use a gif to describe our muse's relationship xD
from-the-mohawk-tribe is now under your shadow.
-she raised an eyebrow at him- "Where would you come from? Be mindful of the human eating dogs out in front. They might be chained but... I don't know."
from-the-mohawk-tribe is now under your shadow.
-she tilted her head- "Where are all of you coming from? Watch the human eating dogs out in the front."
Hooded Figure
[Closed for from-the-mohawk-tribe]
Harley paced back and forth across the balcony of her downtown Gotham apartment. She glanced occasionally over the side of the balcony at the street five stories below. No one lived in the old, rundown building anymore, at least not since there was a fire on the seventh floor. Harley did, though. Free rent, no noisy neighbors, and complete SILENCE.
As great as all of that sounded, though, she couldn't help but feel alone and bored to death. The hadn't found The Joker, yet, and she had no companions. But there had to be someone out there who could give her company, help her in a job, or just talk. Maybe she could even find help in finding her one, true love... her "Mistah J".
from-the-mohawk-tribe started following you
A voice came from the shadows along with an accompany of a violin's singing. "Now who might you be monsieur?" the voice asked, it itself having an odd shape and tone as if was supposed to have a deep smooth entity about it.
from-the-mohawk-tribe started following you
"Ah... Hello again..." He said, looking at Conner. nodding a bit, watching him from the shadow of his hood.
