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“ Yeah those horns are real, are you stupid? What’s with that shitty makeup? Are you a clown or something? “ Damien crossed his arms, not even offended by the horn question but by how bad this dude’s make up was.

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“ Yeah those horns are real, are you stupid? What’s with that shitty makeup? Are you a clown or something? “ Damien crossed his arms, not even offended by the horn question but by how bad this dude’s make up was.
Joker was UNCOMFORTABLE to say the least. This boy, pale skin, pointed nose, thin eyebrows, looked horrifyingly like a MIRROR. It was impossible. NO ONE could have done it, he would have known with how old the boy was, yet the resemblance was there and clear. Harley always wanted it, yet he never allowed that idea to bear fruit, even when there were blossoms, they were quickly CRUSHED by himself personally.
Where Joker didn’t see his face, he saw Harley’s own. This is what fear feels like. Knowing all your existence, you never wished for an heir, yet here one is, unknowingly sired who knows how many years ago. Joker was filled with a menage of emotions; rage, betrayal, delight, and terror all running rampant through his skull, leaving him trying to SPIT the thoughts that kept him from talking, all trying to come out at once. This was HIS. Unmistakably, this is HIS CHILD. He tried to muster a laugh, but all that came out was a weak chuckle.
“Awkward....”
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@heylingoth liked for a starter!
“So.. Was there a reason you screamed like that, or..?”
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𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑪𝑨𝑵𝑶𝑵 𝑴𝑬𝑴𝑬 | 𝑨𝑪𝑪𝑬𝑷𝑻𝑰𝑵𝑮
😋: What's your muse's sense of humor like?
Chase might not joke often, but that’s not to say he never jokes. he just prefers to wait for what he considers the right moment, both because he places importance in the gravity of situations and because he finds that using humor sparingly increases its effect. when it does present itself, his sense of humor is dry, usually at the expense of others he feels deserve it: for example, his “very small hands” comment towards Jack, and later, parroting back the “who would you rather be right now, you or me” question. in the same vein, he enjoys toying with those he views as not deserving of his full effort, especially those who don’t realize he’s toying with them. in the rare event that he is around someone he respects and holds some measure of affection for, he might make the occasional stealth pun (but only a stealth pun, and only a good one. he has standards).
😎: Is your muse full of themselves?
he’s not the type to openly brag about himself, but he’s still very self-centered and very proud of himself. he doesn’t view his achievements as separate from his inherent character—rather, he views his personal, inherent qualities as the means and prerequisites for him achieving anything. he has a strong compulsion to work, in part cultivated by the temple he lived in as a human, but not in order to prove his worth, in order to do his worth justice. he would view an excess of inactivity as wasting his own potential. stemming from this, he rarely does anything for the sake of someone other than himself. he enjoys when others notice how powerful, intelligent, good-looking, etc. he is, but he doesn’t need it, and the things he dislikes about himself are almost all from his self-imposed standards.
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“Machinery really is your strong suit. I can tell. A strange and mysterious thing...”
How lucky that they’d snuck in during a party held by the parents of the household - well, not so much snuck in as made themselves a part of the festivities. And such merriment was occurring above this floor of the house - and yet, decadent all the same. Such a shame that humanity would continuously prove itself to be rooted in the most base of wants and desires. But then again...
Solveig would be out of a job, and an existence. And they certainly did not want that.
They elegantly walk across the floor, seeming to skate on the surface, as they observe the equipment. One after the other - a true mad scientist’s laboratory, no doubt. A child who had decided to retreat into his own mind, it seemed, from the point of view of the Master of Illusions. Many were like him, many would be like him, and so it would continue for the rest of eternity.
And waltzing into a laboratory like this would likely have its consequences - perhaps anger, perhaps frustration or irritation... but always something interesting. While many of these children had acted differently with Solveig depending on the situation, others... well.
They proved unique, to say the least.
“Nothing like your peers, I take it! I’m sure machines like this would truly benefit some of them. A shame that you didn’t get to show some of these upstairs. They’d really liven up the atmosphere.”
"Do you ever wear anything other than jerseys?" Jack rarely sees Jermaine multiple days in a row, he has absolutely no place to judge his wardrobe.
“Depends. Wear anythin’ other than black and cheap eyeliner?” Jermaine crosses his arms. Jack, coming for his fashion taste? Not on his watch.
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lord,,,,, lookin good mavis. lmao. *lowkey used to read your old little ficlets,,, and fav'd all ur art on dA*
“Like whatcha see, do ya?”
( replies to this 500 years later!! holy shit dawg you’ve been around since OG mav, that’s remarkable! you’ve witnessed the best of the worst of it then :’D and you can bear witness to how much this fucker’s grown into... the experience she is now lmao. glad to have you here!! thanks for being radical! )
BUT HE’S SAYING “ YEAH, CAN I TAKE YOUR DIGITS ?? “ AND YOU’RE LIKE “ NO NOT IN A MILLION YEARS. YOU’RE NASTY, LEAVE ME ALONE. “ // ind. XIAOLIN SHOWDOWN rp blogs !!