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orangelemonsstuff ¡ 10 hours
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i'm keeping you in the time loop. it's the only way i know how to keep you safe. trapping you here, in the last day that you're alive, ignorant of what's to come as the sun sets. i dread each minute, a countdown to the end, but live in relief as all the blood washes away, all the would-be scars fade, and the tears dry before they have a chance to fall. but the memory of you dying in my arms remains, and so i'm keeping you in the time loop
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orangelemonsstuff ¡ 4 days
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The symbolism of flowers
Flowers have a long history of symbolism that you can incorporate into your writing to give subtext.
Symbolism varies between cultures and customs, and these particular examples come from Victorian Era Britain. You'll find examples of this symbolism in many well-known novels of the era!
Amaryllis: Pride
Black-eyed Susan: Justice
Bluebell: Humility
Calla Lily: Beauty
Pink Camellia: Longing
Carnations: Female love
Yellow Carnation: Rejection
Clematis: Mental beauty
Columbine: Foolishness
Cyclamen: Resignation
Daffodil: Unrivalled love
Daisy: Innocence, loyalty
Forget-me-not: True love
Gardenia: Secret love
Geranium: Folly, stupidity
Gladiolus: Integrity, strength
Hibiscus: Delicate beauty
Honeysuckle: Bonds of love
Blue Hyacinth: Constancy
Hydrangea: Frigid, heartless
Iris: Faith, trust, wisdom
White Jasmine: Amiability
Lavender: Distrust
Lilac: Joy of youth
White Lily: Purity
Orange Lily: Hatred
Tiger Lily: Wealth, pride
Lily-of-the-valley: Sweetness, humility
Lotus: Enlightenment, rebirth
Magnolia: Nobility
Marigold: Grief, jealousy
Morning Glory: Affection
Nasturtium: Patriotism, conquest
Pansy: Thoughtfulness
Peony: Bashfulness, shame
Poppy: Consolation
Red Rose: Love
Yellow Rose: Jealously, infidelity
Snapdragon: Deception, grace
Sunflower: Adoration
Sweet Willian: Gallantry
Red Tulip: Passion
Violet: Watchfulness, modesty
Yarrow: Everlasting love
Zinnia: Absent, affection
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orangelemonsstuff ¡ 28 days
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how i sleep knowing i will pirate every single thing released on disney plus
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Finally finished my version of the Twisted Wonderland manga, I chose and redrew two pages. I've added some extra scenes and dialogue and I replaced Yuuken with my TWST oc Ellis! ❤
The extra dialogue and expression scenes were actually referenced off of Disney's animated Alice In Wonderland, I'll make a comparison post soon, most likely will be on tumblr but also will be shared on my IG story.
I made this to celebrate Riddle's birthday, I know its late but I'm just relieved to finally finish this piece, I hope you guys like it!❤
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orangelemonsstuff ¡ 2 months
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The Butcher, The Lover and The Sheep.
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Prelude. (8/8)
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‼️DEAD PLATE SPOILERS ‼️
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drew a lil made-up missing scene for the game where vincent's cleaning up the freezer after killing mamon.
the dude decides to conduct a lil taste test before preparing the main course for his unknowing guest even tho he cant taste shit LMAO)
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orangelemonsstuff ¡ 2 months
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no wonder they don't change outfits that much those are so expensive
How Much Would Their Outfits Cost in IRL? (Pic HC)
Fandom: Obey Me
A/N: Besides trying to find similar clothes, I considered a few things. How much would they be willing to spend for their outfit? Would anyone spoil them enough to give them gifts (like Belphie's boots)? I didn't include jewelry for anyone.
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Lucifer
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Mammon
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Levi
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Satan
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Asmo
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Beel
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Belphie
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Diavolo
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Solomon
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Simeon
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Barbatos
This man made his own outfit because he is just that talented and his outfit was HARD to find.😂
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➣  Obey Me Masterlist: [1][2][3] ➣ Main Masterlist
➣ Buy me a Ko-fi? ➣ Commission: Open ➣ HC/Scenario Requests: Closed || Quick Ask Requests: Closed || GIF Requests: Closed
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orangelemonsstuff ¡ 2 months
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Who butchered his hair tho
B’s-LOG August 2023 - Special Feature Translation [When He Thinks of Weddings - Minami]
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If I ever experience "that moment", it'll be when she says she wants to marry me...
Q1: Do you keep marriage in mind while you’re dating? Do you not?
Hey, hey. You―do you want me to kill you? I'm a devil, y'know?? Marriage is something humans invented. If you'd use your head for a second you'd realize it has nothing to do with devils like me, right? Or are you interviewing me not knowing I'm a devil?
Q2: What moment makes you think, "I'd like to get married"?
C'mon, you'd already know if you heard my last answer. I've never thought about wanting to do it before. Well, whatever. I'll tell you before I kill you. If I ever experience "that moment", it'll be when she says she wants to marry me. ...Hold on. Come to think of it, she's a human... I wonder if she wants to get married...
Q3: Will you propose on the spur of the moment? Or will you create a meticulous plan?
Shut up. I'm thinking, so don't talk to me. ...Mmm. She adores me, and it's natural for human women to marry the ones they love. If it makes her happy, I guess I can propose too?? Aha, I'll take a stab at it~ ♪
Q4: Finally, please tell us about "the positives of marrying you?"
Huh, it's the last one? Perfect timing~. I have stuff to do, so I was itching to go home. To answer your current question~, there'll be nothing but positives if you marry me ♪ well, only she'll get to experience it personally. 'Kay, see ya~.
―Ah. I'll go kill you when I have time ♪ bye, byeee.
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orangelemonsstuff ¡ 3 months
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Well yes youre right but im kinda theorizing they might be the softer version of the leech twins or it could be the first one i theorized where theyll have weird fans in the future
the history book on the shelf....
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IS ALWAYS REPEATING ITSELFFF!!!
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id love a part 2 of this
"BAD END: REVOLUTION"
Part I Part II
Featuring: Gender-Neutral Reader, Twisted Wonderland x Reader, Yandere Twisted Wonderland
Word count: 4.4k
Synopsis: Avoid the bad ends at all costs! Save your friends, defeat your foes. You can do it, can't you?
Includes: Death, Despair, Bad Ends, future Obsessive and possessive behaviors
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Panic. You try your best to ignore the screaming all around you, to calm your mind, and to think of a plan.
You come up empty.
A rose bush is hurled across the garden, its thorns missing your face by mere centimeters. Your mind reels. Before coming to Twisted Wonderland, you had never even heard of an overblot. None of the fiction you’ve ever read had such a mechanic, but you suppose reality is often stranger than fiction.
They were supposed to be rare. They were supposed to happen once every few hundred years. So why is this happening to you? Why now?
Why? 
Why? 
Why?
Too absorbed in self-pity and fear, you miss the giant, inky vine heading straight for you. It pierces through your chest, leaving a trail of ink and viscera in its wake as the thorns grip at your insides like barbed wire. The ringing in your ears is deafening, but you ignore it to raise a cautious hand to your chest. Wet. People are screaming around you, and you’re faintly aware of someone picking you up and ripping off your shirt, applying pressure to the wound. It’s no use, though; your vision fades to black, and you fall to your knees, exhausted. 
Is it…finally over?
•~•~•~•~•~•~•
You wake up with a start.
Something’s scratching on your door.
It’s dark—too dark. What time is it? Is Riddle okay? What about the others? You go to check your phone, only to remember belatedly that you don't have one while simultaneously hitting your head on firm wood. Come to think of it, you aren’t on a mattress…
Are you…in a coffin? Have you already been buried?! But you’re still alive, you’re—!
Your breathing quickens, but it doesn’t last for long before the lid of the coffin flies open, a familiar pair of blue eyes meeting yours. Isn’t that…?
“Myah! Give me your clothes!” …Yeah. That’s Grim, all right. Just like when you first found yourself in Twisted Wonderland, he’s blown open the lid to your coffin, just like when you first met. You’ve heard of people’s lives flashing. before their eyes in the moment before their demise, but this is far more lifelike than you had ever imagined. “Hey, what’re you thinking so hard about? Gimme your clothes right now or I’ll burn you to ashes!” Grim says. You try to ignore him, but it’s impossible to ignore the sudden burst of flames that are hurled in your direction. They miss you, but you know it was only a warning. 
“I’ll give you my robe if you really want it,” you say, relenting. “But it’s not going to fit you.”
“Psh, whatever,” Grim says. You shrug and hand it over. Just as you predicted, the robe is far too big on him, the fabric basically swallowing him whole. You try not to giggle at the way he struggles to break himself free from the cloak that envelopes him.
The rest of the night continues the way you remember it. Crowley comes to collect you. The Mirror says you have no magic, and Grim tries to take your place. Crowley tries to send you home, but the Mirror cannot locate it. You stay the night at Ramshackle. 
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You’re exhausted by the time you reach Ramshackle, so much so that you don’t even bother changing your clothes before you collapse on the bed. When you wake up, you’ll be back in the rose garden, but for now, you just want to rest. 
You wake up to the sound of harsh wind and rain hitting your window, a startlling realization on the forefront of your mind. Logic dictates that you should not be able to fall asleep and wake up inside a dream or flashback. This is real. You’ve gone back in time.
Grim is snoring soundly at the foot of your bed, he must have broken in again. Well, no matter. You have other things to worry about…but first, you’d really like to change out of this uncomfortable getup. Really, what were you thinking? You didn’t even bother to take your shoes off before you fell face-first into the mattress. You suppose going back in time must have taken a lot out of you.
You roll off the bed, removing your shoes and socks first, and your pants second. Thirdly, you lift your shirt up, flinching at the way the cold air hits the tender flesh around your wound. You bring a hand to your chest, tracing over the area. It’s mostly healed, but a rather nasty scar has taken its place. 
How peculiar. Everything else here seems to have reset, but not this. 
You stay up the rest of the night searching your mind for answers but find none. When Crowley comes in the morning and asks how you’ve slept, you lie.
The first day goes exactly as you remember it. When Grim is about to spit fire at Ace, you attempt to stop it, only to get a nasty burn on top of having to clean all the windows. You try to stop Deuce from throwing Ace onto the chandelier, but you’re too late. 
When it comes time for you to find a magestone with the help of Grim and the others, you don’t hesitate like you did last time. Perhaps your confidence rubbed off on the three, as things seemed to move along much more efficiently than the first time. You defeated the cavern monster and quickly walked the stone back to the school, where Crowley is once again moaning about how he stayed up all night doing paperwork for your expulsion. 
You find it hard to feel sorry for him.
The next few days continue to go as you remember them, though you expend quite a bit of effort to change that. You tell Ace not to go around eating food that isn’t his. It comes across as strange and unnatural, but you don’t care. It doesn’t matter either way, however, as he doesn’t listen to you.
“I’m real slim, you know?!” He says, a familiar collar on his neck. 
“The couch is over there,” you tell him.
You, Trey, Ace, Deuce, and Grim all work together to make a pie as an apology for Ace’s actions. You made the mistake of using chestnuts last time, so this time, you suggest using strawberries instead. The pie turns out amazing, and you have to remind Grim (and Ace) that the food isn’t for him.
You hope Riddle accepts it this time. 
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You tell Ace not to go against his Housewarden every chance you get. You tell him it was a bad idea, that a scolding is the least of his worries. You tell him he could get hurt, or worse, but he refuses to listen. Everything you say seems to do nothing but strengthen his resolve. Of course, it wouldn't be that easy. He doesn't know what you know.
The clock ticks, each passing second bringing you to your impending doom until, finally, it's here. 
You wake up with a knot in your stomach. Today, Ace is going to challenge Riddle for his housewarden seat. Today, Riddle will overblot, and today, you will die. 
Riddle’s overblot form is as terrifying and imposing as you remember. You do your best to fight him off, warning the others of incoming attacks and directing the action. You helped Ace and Deuce with defense magic training throughout the week, but it wasn't enough to stop the onslaught of collars. That was fine, though. Trey’s magic pulled through just like last time, and the shield spell you taught Deuce saved you just when you had died last time. 
Things were going well. You could barely bring yourself to believe that you might actually when this time before your defenses and feet slipped. You fall onto a pile of thorns that quickly coil around you like a python.
Dark spots cloud your vision as you pull against the thorns that envelop you. You fight until you are too weak to even think of struggling against your restraints. 
The last of your air leaves your lungs, and you die.
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You wake up with a start. Your whole body is shaking and covered in a thin layer of cool sweat. 
Something is scratching on your door.
You reach up to check your neck, finding thin, raised scars along where the thorns penetrated your skin. You’re sure there are more on the rest of your body, but the confined coffin space makes it difficult to check.
“Myah! Give me your clothes!” Grim says. You ignore him, falling down onto your knees in a fit of despair. “H-huh? What’s wrong? Why’re you crying?! I didn’t even do nothing to ya yet!” Oh, you think to yourself. I hadn’t even noticed. You let the tears fall down your face, uncaring at how strange you might look to onlookers. You’ve died twice now; you deserve to cry a little over it, don’t you?
Grim stands by you awkwardly as you sob, all thoughts of stealing your clothes and setting you aflame seem to have vanished from his furry head. It doesn’t take long for Crowley to come find you, somehow handling the situation with less grace than even Grim. You pay his hollow words no mind and continue on with your long cry. You stay like that for several minutes as the two try to distract you or get you moving along. Finally, you shed your last tear and wipe the wetness from your face. 
“Are you feeling better?” Asks Crowley.
“Nope!” You say, giving him a thumbs up and rising to your feet.
The rest of the night passes exactly as you remember it. The mirror tells you you have no magic. Grim tries to take your place. Rinse. Wash. Repeat.
You thought you were done crying, but as soon as you flopped down on your bed, the tears came back with a vengeance. You didn’t bother cleaning up Ramshackle this time. No point in it. Besides, its your work on restoring the place that has Crowley volunteering you as the newest custodian. You want a different job this time. Ideally, you’ll get a job in the library. Not only will this give you a steady paycheck, it’s also the job most likely to help you find a way out of this time looping mess, and perhaps even a way back home. A new job also means treading a new path. With this new job, you don’t have to meet Ace and get in trouble, or meet Duece and almost get fired. You won’t have to tag along when Ace confronts Riddle—if he confronts Riddle—, and you won’t have to die.
One thing’s for sure, though. You can’t get fired this time. You can’t become a student. You have to keep this job. And the only way to do that is to tell Grim he can’t stay with you.
You greet Grim with a heavy heart as he breaks into Ramshackle come nightfall. You’ve actually grown rather fond of him these past two weeks. But what must be done must be done. You tell him that you can’t take responsibility for him, and that he needs to leave. As expected, he puts up a fight, and manages to convince you to at least let him stay the night as you wait for the storm to settle down.
“Just for tonight,” you say, holding out a pinkie to him. 
“Just for tonight,” he echos, shaking your finger with his paw. He’s holding the other one behind his back, but you pay it no mind. Even if he decides to break his promise, it’ll become Crowley’s problem, not yours. 
 As soon as you find yourself settled under the covers, however, you hear a knock at the front door. Right, Crowley had come to bring you dinner. You had forgotten all about that. Begrudgingly, you leave the bed and head downstairs to where Crowley is waiting for you with a bowl of hot soup. You thank him quietly, and he asks if you’re feeling any better.
You lie and change the subject. 
“Mr. Crowley,” you say, wringing your hands together. “You said that I could have access to the library, right? To research ways to get home? Well, I was wondering…could you give me a job in the library? I could work as a page, or a librarian, or whatever other jobs are available.” Crowley pauses, a small frown on his face that’s gone as quickly as it came.
“Why, of course. I’m elated to have such an eager worker,” he says, puffing up his feathers. Then, seemingly touched by his own words, says: “Why, my magnanimity knows no bounds!” 
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Your first day at the library starts out slow. You busy yourself by familiarizing yourself with the organization of the books and the layout of the building. It’s a rather big place, so this task has you on your feet for most of the day.
“Oi, librarian, can you tell me where this book goes?” You pause. That voice…isn’t that…? You turn around. Indeed, Ace stands in front of you, holding a book in his right hand and a pencil in his left. Did he follow you just so he could laugh at your new job, again? 
“I’m sorry, but I actually don’t know where that would go. If you hand it to me, though, I can put it into the computer and find it for you.”
“What? Seriously?! You don’t know? Aren’t you supposed to be the librarian?” There it is. This past week has almost made you forget just how mean Ace starts at the beginning. “Librarian’s assistant,” you say. “And it’s my first day so…” Ace spends a few minutes attempting to get under your skin before the bell drags him back to class.
“Phew,” you sigh, sinking down onto the floor. These past two weeks have made you consider Ace to be a friend, but that doesn’t change just how exhausting he is to be around on your first day.
Deuce visits the library next, and you help him find study materials for his classes. Honestly, he'd be better off looking for them without you, given how long it took for you to navigate the twisting library shelves, but he doesn't seem to mind. If anything, he seems eager to have someone to talk to—his sincerity acting as a stark contrast to Ace’s earlier flattery. You like Deuce. He's honest and hardworking. Perhaps that's why you didn't turn him down when he invited you to lunch later that day. 
You spend the rest of the period reshelving books, keeping one on theoretical time travel tucked away for yourself later on. Before you know it, it's time for lunch. As promised, Deuce visits the library again to pick you up, and the two of you head down to the cafeteria together. You both get your food and sit down. The two of you had just barely started talking when the sound of someone else plopping down beside you stills any conversation. Ace has taken it upon himself to join the two of you. You suppose he’s decided he hasn’t bothered you enough today.
“Watch out!” Someone cries from across the room. You all whip around to see none other than Grim, collared with tart in mouth and sprinting across the tables, running from a very angry Riddle.
“Catch that thief!” He screams. You turn back around, fully intent on ignoring the chaos and letting someone else handle it when all of a sudden, Grim stops in his tracks on your table. 
…You can’t help but think the scene feels somewhat familiar. 
Grim launches himself up onto the chandelier, causing both Ace and Deuce to leap up from their seats.
You think you know what’s going to happen next.
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“I must say, I am thoroughly disappointed in the four of you,” the Headmaster sighs. “What in the world were you thinking?” “I’m sorry, but how am I a part of this?” You ask, raising your hand. 
“If I recall correctly, this feline here is your familiar,” Crowley says.
“You recall incorrectly,” you say. “We met for the first time at the mirror ceremony.”
“Well, you could have stopped those two from breaking the chandelier,” Crowley argues.
“And how, pray tell, could I have done that?” You ask. The two of you bicker back and forth, but unfortunately, Crowley seems hell-bent on getting you involved. The four of you are all threatened with expulsion and given a task to avoid it: find the magestone.
You suppose that some events can’t be changed.
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A beast-tamer, he says. Empty words and meaningless flattery, you’re sure. But why? What does he stand to gain from it? From you? 
You don’t know. All you do know is he’s very intent on turning you into a student, and that you’re very intent on not doing that. Every offer he makes to you has you more and more suspicious of his intentions. Though it’s hard to turn down his offer of a higher pay, you manage to overcome temptation. Crowley, surprisingly, keeps his offer open to Grim, who jumps at the opportunity to become a student. Oddly, he still only counts as half a student, and says the offer for you to become the other half will always be on the table. You aren’t quite sure what being half a student means for Grim, but he seems happy with it, so you pay it little mind. 
The next few days are grueling. Crowley works you like a dog at the library. Thanks to that, though, you learn the layout and organization at a superhuman speed. The work keeps you busy, at least. Though you find yourself missing your friends. You still hang out with them during lunch, but you miss being able to talk to them between classes. 
The loneliness takes over, and soon you find yourself in front of Crowley’s office door, about to ask about becoming a student again when a sharp pain from your lungs nearly brings you to your knees. Intrusive thoughts of your last two deaths flood into your mind. Right, being a student is what led you to your death. You can’t choose to walk the same path again. You have to keep going.
You don’t want to die again. 
The day of the overblot comes. Intent on waiting it out, you stay in the library. You have so much work to do that you couldn’t get away even if you wanted to. Which, to be clear, you very much don’t want to. 
At the end of the day you hear through the grapevine that Riddle has recovered. You don’t hear anything about any casualties, either.
Good. The day ends, and you head to bed.
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You wake up with a start, instinctively reaching your hand out towards the coffin’s lid…except, a coffin’s lid is not what you find. Instead, your hand hits nothing but air. Right, you survived. It’s the next day. You fall asleep to the sound of rain hitting your window, and Grim snoring softly at the foot of your bed.
In the morning, Crowley asks how you slept. Deja vu, but you pay it no mind.
“I slept great!” You say.
“I’m so happy to hear that even in another world, you find yourself adjusting so well,” he says.
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…?
Isn’t that what he tells you on your second day? Why is he repeating it?
It…it couldn’t be.
No. No way. You didn’t wake up in a coffin this time, you woke up in your own bed. But…
“[Name]? Is something wrong?”
“No, it’s nothing,” you say. 
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You’re back in the library. Just as you had feared, you went back in time to after you had asked Crowley to let you work here. You suppose fate won’t allow you to just skip the main event. You sigh. What’s even the point of all this?
“Oi, librarian, can you tell me where this book goes?” Last time, you were unable to answer this question, but now you have a week’s worth of experience under your belt. 
“You don’t want to reshelve that. If you take it out, please return it to this cart over here so I can reshelve it myself later.” “Eh? Why can’t I just put it back where I found it?” “You mean aside from the fact that you don’t know where you found it? Because we keep track of what books are picked up to know which are the most popular or in demand. We can’t count it if you just put it back on the shelf,” you say, taking the book from Ace and loading it into your cart as he tries to make small talk. There’s something a little different about his tone and cadence than the last time, but you can’t quite place it. 
“Thanks, I’ll see you around,” he says as you wave him off. Weird, you think. He didn’t even make fun of me once. What changed? Perhaps it’s just your imagination, but it seems as though Ace becomes less and less hostile towards you with every loop.
Well, you suppose you ought not to look a gift horse in the mouth. Even so, his change has you feeling uneasy.
Deuce visits the library next, and you help him find study materials for his classes. You remember where they were from the last loop. You suppose it must look rather strange for someone to know the library so well on their first day, but you pay this kind of logic no mind and help him find his things in under ten minutes. You suppress a smile at his look of bewildered amazment. He invites you to have lunch with him later that day, and you accept.
You spend the rest of the period reshelving books, keeping one on theoretical time travel tucked away for yourself later on. Before you know it, it's time for lunch. As promised, Deuce visits the library again to pick you up, and the two of you head down to the cafeteria together. You both get your food and sit down. The two of you had just barely started talking when the sound of someone else plopping down beside you stills any conversation. Ace has taken it upon himself to join the two of you. It’s a little awkward at first, but Ace’s natural charisma soon takes over, and the three of you soon begin laughing around just like old times. It almost feels as though things have gone back to normal.
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You wish Grim were here, too.
“[Name]? What’s wrong? You’re crying.” Deuce looks over you, his face creased with worry. You raise a hand to your cheek. Sure enough, it comes back wet. You hadn’t even noticed.
“Oh, it’s nothing. I just got something in my eye.”
“Jeez, don’t scare us like that,” Ace says. 
“What’s scary?” The three of you all turn to see Cater and Trey holding their lunches. 
“Hey, freshies, mind if we join you?” Cater asks. 
Things are changing again, but you don’t have time to dwell on it before another voice cries out from across the cafeteria.
“Watch out!” Someone cries. You all whip around to see none other than Grim, collared with tart in mouth and sprinting across the tables, running from a very angry Riddle.
“Catch that thief!” He screams. You turn back around, fully intent on ignoring the chaos and letting someone else handle it when all of a sudden, Grim stops in his tracks on your table. 
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“I must say, I am thoroughly disappointed in the four of you,” the Headmaster sighs. “What in the world were you thinking?” You don’t bother arguing about your involvement this time. Once again, Crowley offers you a position as one of his students, and once again, you decline. You know that in order to break out of this loop, you’ll have to fight and win against Riddle, and you know that you’ll have to be a student in order to do that, but, even so, you can still wait until Crowley offers you better pay and benefits before accepting.
The day of the overblot finally comes, and this time, you’re prepared. You can't believe it took so many loops for you to realize you can't just come into a fight empty handed. No, this time you're ready to fight.
You've been spending a lot of time in Crewel's class this past week, and you have the potions to show for it. When Riddle takes on his overblot form, you'll hand out performance enhancing potions to your allies, buying you some time until you find an opening to test out your explosive concoctions. 
…You hope no one asks why you're carrying potion bombs with you.
Regardless, the dreaded duel comes around, and Riddle's overblot takes place mere moments later. You hand out potions as planned and do your best to direct your friend’s attacks, warning them when something is about to hit them, and yelling whenever there's an opening. Things are going well for once, and you find yourself hopeful, wondering if this time you'll finally see victory. 
No, you can't let yourself get distracted. You haven't crossed the finish line yet. 
Riddle throws a rose bush across the garden. You dodge. He commands vines to come forth and attack. You dodge. You're starting to get tired, but you press on. It's almost over. You just need to find an opportunity to use your potion.
The opportunity comes, and you whisper a silent prayer over the bottle before you toss the concoction at the thing standing behind Riddle. The black ink connecting him to his puppeteer is severed, and Riddle falls to the ground. Color returns, and it takes a moment for you to grasp what just happened.
You…won?
You won! 
You actually won!
You fall to your knees, ears ringing as everyone clamors around Riddle. You can't hear anything, but it doesn't matter. You won.
That night, you return to Ramshackle and head to bed early. You're curious as to what the next day will bring.
The morning sun rises on a new dawn. It’s finally over.
For now, anyway.
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orangelemonsstuff ¡ 3 months
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the history book on the shelf....
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IS ALWAYS REPEATING ITSELFFF!!!
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Sanrio is making a fantasy game (yes, it's real) with their mascots as anime boy knights, and I want this to be the plot so badly.
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orangelemonsstuff ¡ 3 months
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Reblog to kill it faster
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orangelemonsstuff ¡ 3 months
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am i the only one who interpreted Bailey as that bad guy from Rio?
I MEAN WHEN THE FIRST TIME I PLAYED THE GAME I WAS JUST DONE WATCHING RIO AND I IMMEDIATELY THOUGHT BAILEY WOULD LOOK LIKE HIM:
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orangelemonsstuff ¡ 3 months
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So I went to my school's christmas concert yesterday and there's this band that got a lead vocalist that looks too much like Leona and it fucked me over so bad I couldn't stop myself from making this
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orangelemonsstuff ¡ 3 months
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except for this bitch
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(yes i know he is a cat but like--)
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Confirmed.
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