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i see your vision

Tapis rouge 4 as Mean Girls

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Tumblr PSA:

Idk how long this is going to be an issue. Maybe forever. But when you're tagging people in Tumblr posts, you need to start tagging them in groups of five. After each group, press enter and tag the next group in a new block. If you do not do that, all of the tags after the first five will not work.

I learned this the hard way.

Your tags need to be organized like this.

@/tag1 @/tag2 @/tag3 @/tag4 @/tag5

@/tag6 @/tag7 @/tag8 @/tag9 @/tag10

@/tag11 @/tag12 @/tag13 @/tag14 @/tag15

And so on.

Hopefully this doesn't last forever, but it's definitely the way you have to do it for now.

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the henchman: a grimmer tale

where another overblot strikes night raven college, and the prefect is prepared to face the dark magic alongside both grim and their friends to save the day yet again. but... where was grim to begin with?

part two/prologue to this fic in grim's pov !! can be read separately grim x platonic!gender neutral reader

warnings: angst ~based off of the theory that grim eventually overblot and mc will be forced to fight him~

“Grim?” You called out into the empty hallways of your school, searching for your cat-like friend among the deserted classrooms of Night Raven. Through the windows of the college, you sensed that another event of chaos was brewing from the way the sky seemed to darken in black, foreboding smog as students from all over the campus began quickly making their escape from whatever discord that struck the premises of the school. 

Another overblot? The thought crossed your mind as you continued searching for Grim after being unsuccessful with finding him in his usual napping spot back at Ramshackle. Really, the thought of another overblot cursing Night Raven was not a surprising one. For something that was known to be a rare occurrence in a mage’s life, it was awfully common in the school you had happened to stumble upon after being taken away from your life back in your own world. Truthfully, all you wanted to do was to find your dear friend Grim and get this overblot over with.

But since when did things ever go your way in Twisted Wonderland in the first place?

“Grim?” You called out again, this time a little louder, until you spotted the familiar silhouettes of your four friends—Ace, Deuce, Jack, and Epel—approaching you in their usual group. Relief flooded over your senses as you hurried to meet them halfway, a thankful look to your face before you spoke. 

“Hey, have you guys seen Grim anywhere? Maybe somewhere near Ramshackle? I have to go get him before we go out to deal with that overblot again-”

“(Y/n),” Jack’s voice called out your name, his tone stern with a cold warning surrounding it, “Grim is the one who is overblotting. You won’t find him back at Ramshackle.”

You stopped in your own tracks as you turned to your friends. The slight shake in your voice was enough to make a few of them shift in regret. “W…what?” you managed to choke out.

Jack continued with his cold, direct tone, leaving you with no room to truly process what was actually happening, “We don’t know how it happened or what triggered him, but all we know is that Grim is overblotting right now as we speak. You do not want to see the state he’s in right now, not with everything you’ve been through together. It’s not safe either. Even the strongest mage in Twisted Wonderland would have trouble overcoming the blot in Grim.”

“It’s too dangerous to be out there, (Y/n),” Epel explained softly after Jack as he carefully walked closer to you. It was almost as if he was so scared that you would run away from them if he made any impulsive movements. The purple-haired first year then continued to speak while placing a sympathetic hand to your wrist, a gentle tug urging you to turn away from the havoc around you.

“Crowley sent us here to make sure you didn’t try to face Grim…” 

Epel and the rest of your first year friends all watched as your expression turned into one of bafflement at each of their actions. There was no way they were telling you to do what you think they wanted you to do. Grim was their friend too. They cared for him. They loved him as much as you did—or that’s what you always thought. There was no way they would just leave him to destroy himself in flames and dark, oozing blot…

No way.

“And you all were just going to what? Stop me from saving my best friend?” you spat as your eyes twitched in disbelief.

“...It was Crowley’s orders.”

The downcast gaze of each and every one of your friends sent a flurry of rage and anger through your veins. That answer was not enough. Not enough to turn your gaze away from your feline friend who absolutely needed you right now.

“To hell with what Crowley orders us to do!” A yell was heard from your form as you roughly yanked your wrist out of Epel’s grip, twisting to turn your attention back to Ace, Deuce, and Jack as well. 

“I don’t see him helping anytime soon!”

Ace interjected your outburst, clearly trying to at least reason with you. But nothing Ace or anyone else said to you would change your mind. That, you were sure of. “(Y/n), you know we would usually be on your side on this. But this time Grim’s overblot is just too danger-”

“It’s because it’s Grim out there that I have to help now!” You interrupted him back with a strain to your voice as you bit back a crack in your throat. A certain type of vulnerability no one had ever seen from you. Not until now. “He’s the only family I have left to hang on to!” 

“What do you guys not understand?!” 

You continued to shout as the group of first years noticed the small shaking of your hands. “(Y/n)... You know you can’t save everyone…”

… What?

A sharp pang then struck your stomach at those words as your expression contorted and ached into despair. Confusion filled the trembling of your form, the world around you suddenly going silent and suffocating. At that moment, everything surrounding you made you feel as if there were boulders being mounted onto your back as you stared into the grueling eyes of your friends in front of you, their gaze piercing and scrutinizing.

Why were they looking at you that way?

You’d never seen their expressions look so… distraught. Like they were lost and had no idea of what to do next. Even after everything you all had been through together—from dangerous spells, estranged housewardens, and random magical adventures—you still had never seen the faces of Ace, Deuce, Jack, and Epel appear so conflicted. So desolate. They were almost unrecognizable.

“Do you guys really think we should just let him suffer out there alone?” You glance up once more, ignoring their expressions as your voice softened. A sliver of pain was entwined in the way you could barely even bring yourself to finish your sentence.

“Ace? Jack? Epel?” You asked each and every one of them one by one, causing the young men to stand in silence as if even they, themselves, were ashamed of their own actions. A sigh then escaped your mouth at their reluctance to answer. 

“Even you, Deuce..?” You faced him, hoping that at least one of your first year friends would be on your side. But with the way Deuce just stood there, stance unwavering, you realized that for the first time since you met the people of Twisted Wonderland, you were inherently alone.

The deafening silence lasted for what felt like days until you managed to free your legs from the ground to begin slowly walking away, leaving all four of your friends to drown in their own thoughts. They clearly made their choice. And you would make yours. “I… I have to go,” you mumbled as you gradually turned running towards the shaking halls of Night Raven College. The first years remained rooted to the floors of the school as they wordlessly watched you flee, their expressions filled with worry and shame.

A sigh was then heard from Ace as he interrupted whatever thoughts were swirling through everyone’s minds. Walking the same path you had just been on, Ace then dragged Deuce with him as the two followed you into the trembling hallways surrounding you all after attempting to reassure Epel and Jack that they would handle this.

“We’ll go talk to them…” the two promised as they tried to catch up to wherever you had gone…

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“(Y/n)!” Ace’s voice rang in the flaming room, catching a certain prefect’s attention.

“What in Twisted Wonderland are you doing?!”

You turned to face your two friends, Ace and Deuce, with a petrified but unwavering look present in your eyes. Grim was out of control and if Crowley refused to help you for the thousandth time, someone had to stop him. 

Even a mere human with no magical abilities such as yourself would have to do.

“I’m saving Grim!” you replied back.

The Adeuce duo glanced at one another, concern for their friend clearly shown in their facial expressions.

“Saving him?! (Y/n), you’re insane if you think you can stop this!” 

Deuce added on to Ace’s chiding, his tone a bit softer as he gazed at the prefect, “(Y/n), there’s a big chance you won’t survive...”

You sighed, sorrow woven in the next words you said.

“Then I suppose I’m taking that risk. For Grim.” Screeching roars that could destroy one’s hearing enveloped the mirror chambers as the magicless freshman faced their beloved cat companion and friend.

You couldn’t comprehend why your friends tried to stop you. All you had wanted was for Grim to come home. Was that such a difficult thing to understand?

Tears began to threaten your eyes as you made your way towards what was left of the quickly disintegrating Night Raven mirror chambers as you left Ace and Deuce’s unreadable faces behind you. A combination of ashes, dust, and wet tears stung both of your eyes as you practically sprinted towards the raging chaos.

Blue flames mockingly danced around you as the heat radiated onto your sweltering skin. But despite the inevitable obstacles, you remained determined to bring your friend back to you as you took a deep breath, whispering your final string of hope into the smoke-filled air.

“Grim… please just come home… Please.”

a/n: alexa play i bet on losing dogs by mitski

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a cat and his henchman: a grim tale

in which grim awakes to find himself surrounded by blue flames and the burned ruins of night raven college. not to worry, though! his henchman is there to save them from this predicament! but, where was his henchman to begin with?

~grim x platonic!gender neutral reader~ ~word count: 1418~

warnings: angst, mentions of blood and death note: this is based off the twst theory that grim will eventually overblot and mc will be forced to fight the cat-like beast. thank you~

“(Y/n)!” Ace’s voice rang in the flaming room, catching a certain prefect’s attention.

“What in Twisted Wonderland are you doing?!”

The prefect turned to face their two friends, Ace and Deuce, with a petrified but unwavering look present in their eyes. Grim was out of control and if Crowley refused to help them for the thousandth time, someone had to stop him. 

Even a mere human with no magical abilities such as themselves would have to do.

“I’m saving Grim!” (Y/n) replied back.

The Adeuce duo glanced at one another, concern for their friend clearly shown in their facial expressions.

“Saving him?! (Y/n) you’re insane if you think you can stop this!” 

Deuce added on to Ace’s chiding, his tone a bit softer as he gazed at the prefect, “(Y/n), there’s a big chance you won’t survive. . .”

The prefect sighed, sorrow woven in the next words they said.

“Then I suppose I’m taking that risk. For Grim.” Screeching roars that could destroy one’s hearing enveloped the mirror chambers as the magicless freshman faced their beloved cat companion and friend.

Whatever happened next was fair game, and the prefect was determined to bring Grim back. Even if the price was their own mortal life.

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Huh?

Wha..what’s going on?

Rising up from a strange pile of gravel, Grim lifted his throbbing head to see scorching flames of blue scattered across what he assumed to be NRC’s mirror chambers. Blazing fire threatened his fur-covered body as he peered at the unusual, deathly flames.

These look familiar. . .

Meh, probably nothing, the fish-loving cat voiced in his mind as he began to carefully roam around the premises, investigating each charred remains of the disintegrating building. What exactly happened here to make the school look like a tuna slice burnt on a stick, he did not know. And frankly, he did not think he wished to know with the college’s track record of overblot incidents and deranged teenagers, honestly. Crowley should really do a better job on keeping track of these students’ mental health. One day some crazy strong kid could end up destroying the whole school if they’re not careful! Grim shook his head in shame at the saddening thought. 

Nah, no way that would happen. (Y/n) could definitely beat that brat to shame with their little therapy sessions, haha! Brushing off his daunting imagination, Grim lazily rounded a corner in search of an exit only to yet again encounter-

More sapphire tinted flames. Okay, now this was just getting annoying. The small beast sighed in frustration as he mindlessly turned around, grumbling about his rumbling stomach as if anyone was there to listen to his incessant whines. Walking past the fallen pieces of gravel, numerous glass shards, and other items he couldn’t even make out if he tried, Grim made sure to keep his soft tail from being consumed by the dancing fires spread out on the jagged floors. 

To say he was lost was an understatement.

Nothing in this stupid college looked the same. Chandeliers were shattered, roofs were missing, walls were crumbling, eerie smoke filled the air he breathed, and traces of black ink seeped into the carpet. Really, all Grim wished to see was a plump bed waiting for his arrival since he felt unusually exhausted, as if he had just fought in a never-ending war with the most powerful of mages. Maybe I just need an extra lengthy cat nap, Grim pondered whilst releasing a loud yawn into the echoing chamber. I’ll just find the exit and then-

Eh?

A small glimpse of your (h/c) locks sprawled along the ground was enough for the feline to immediately dash towards your side, relief evident on his furry face. Thank the Seven he found you! He would have been stranded had he not spotted you (not that he would admit that to his minion of course) so seeing you sparked a joy that could rival free premium tuna served to him straight from the can! Ah, Grim drooled at his predictable cravings. Simply delectable. 

Snapping out of his trance, Grim soon reached your familiar frame, hollering out to catch your attention. 

“Hey! Henchman!,” he shouted, “Quit screwing around so we can go back to Ramshackle! I’m starving here!”

Grim halted mid-step, confusion racing in and out his mind upon noticing the sight before him.

Huh?

“Henchman, why are you on the ground? Has Leona’s sorry habit of napping in random places gotten to you?”

Cautiously, the small beast took slow, careful steps closer to your resting body. What was all that gunk on you? Sweat, black ink he knew certainly hadn't come from you, and. . . red liquid? Feeling his heart rate suddenly drop, Grim peered down to your disheveled NRC uniform. It had been entirely covered with the scarlet substance. 

What-

What are those marks on your skin?

Was this another failure of one of Ace and Deuce’s alchemy experiments?

Grim, impatiently, began poking at your side.

“Why won’t you answer me, Henchman?”

Growing irritated at your current predicament, the cat wasted no time in proceeding to vigorously shake you, in hopes that you would finally gain consciousness. What’s gotten into you?! The henchman he knew wouldn’t laze around like this! This has gotta be one of Ace’s pranks, right?! Right?! New, raging fear surged throughout the feline’s petite stature.

“Open your eyes!”

“The Great Grim is in your presence for Seven’s sake!” Grim exclaimed, tossing his hands in the air to emphasize his statement.

“C’mon! You can tell me why the whole building is burned down while we walk back home to Ramshackle! I’m sure it’s an amusing tale, hehe.”

Grim chuckled at his antics. Surely there was some sort of explanation regarding the ruined state of Night Raven College, right? All that was left to do was to wake you up from your rather deep slumber and both you and him could be on your merry way out of the burning building. Grim reached out for your oddly pale hand, only to retract his grip almost in an instant, however, feeling a chilling shiver run down his torso the moment his paw touched your limp arm.

Cold.

Your body, despite laying down beside a nearby fire, was cold. 

“Henchman. . .?”

“Hey, I’m not joking anymore, this isn’t funny!”

Grim’s senses sharpened. Something definitely was not right.

“Henchman!”

“Henchman get up!”

Furry paws grasped your shoulders with a frightening grip as he shook you even more, panic striking his trembling voice.

“(Y/N)!!!!!”

Then, in what seemed like a flash, visions of a terrible beast raising havoc among the NRC students and teachers alike invaded his memories with a resounding throb to his head. Was that him? Was all this his doing? More memories played through his mind as if his own conscience was taunting him. Dark magic soared across the mirror chambers, students filed out of the chaos, he exerted black, oozing blot, and you. 

You.

You appeared, terrified and fumbling over your own feet, attempting to reach wherever he was in his unhinged state while gripping a gruesome wound to your side. Blasts of his blue fire were aimed at you, taking you down with each blow. You were dying.

No, no, no!

Make it stop, make it stop, make it stop!

Unwanted memories continued to play in the feline’s head. What was real? What was fake? Grim’s very grasp of reality dissipated into nothingness as he paid no more mind to his surroundings. There’s no way he could have done this! No way!

Grim began to lose sight of whatever logical thinking he had left. Where was he? Why wouldn’t you stand up? What day was it? Where were Ace and Deuce? The small beast felt trickles of water droplets fall from his eye to his cheek. Was it raining? Why did it feel so odd to smile past his pain?

From the corner of his peripheral vision, Grim could recognize a shining black stone that could only be the result of a devastating overblot. Rage boiled within him. Piercing screeches were heard miles away as he broke down with disbelief. 

Stop fooling around already!

Grim collapsed to his exhausted knees, paying no mind to the way the deathly liquid dripping from your stomach slightly stained his gray fur.

(Y/n). . .

The cat clutched the prefect’s torn sleeve, filling the air with a final cry, similar to the wails of a lost child on the street.

“Come home with me. . .”

“Please. .”

a/n: i love angst

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aaaa thank you for tagging blue!! tumblr didn’t send me a notif so i’m glad i saw it scrolling through my dash lol

here’s mine:

tagging: @italoniponic @the-dumber-scaramouche and anyone who wants to join!

Found this on Pinterest. I wanted to know what everyone thought about these tropes. Here's a blank one:

@angel-tsugikuni-kamukura @officials-isabella @nuttymouthful @zomchan69 @woodrouforest @calicoblack7618 @twst-writer @flmer @fungifanart @lunavixia @pandoa @the-dumber-scaramouche @oepionie @rayroseu @toconolaw @minimallyminnie @somany-fandoms-solittle-time @roseapov and anyone else

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🐑 Sheep in Wolf's Clothing | Yuu

>> requested: yes, by an anon >> a/n: anon i actually love you this promt got me out of a slump

>> masterlist: here!! >> summary: being tall is probably more scary than having magic to the average population >> reader prns: he/him (FOR ALL MY MALE!READERS!!!!) >> warning(s): TALL ; third person

When he first came to Twisted Wonderland, everyone was actually terrified. Downright distraught because they already have enough people with scary magic, but he's more terrifying because he could beat one of them up without any of it. Ace actually didn't ask him to stay the night when he was kicked out of the dorm, and instead slept outside. That's how terrifying Yuu is to other students.

Not a lot of people actually see Yuu fighting, which they would peg as odd, but no one really wants to cross him so they all steer clear.

The first time anyone sees him in any kind of confrontation, the crowd all starts sweating buckets. That was, at least, until they realized the calm composure Yuu had on his face. Which by that point people were running out of the halls screaming for their lives. When they saw the person Yuu was arguing with later without any bruises or cuts, that's when they start to become suspicious.

Leona, in some brilliant stroke of genius on the Seven's part, is actually one of Yuu's first friends in Twisted Wonderland. Yuu, a calm and gentle soul, found solace in the botanical gardens. He would visit often, and by chance, met with the Savanaclaw housewarden.

After that, there was a mixed opinion on the Ramshackle attendee. The two general sides were either a) he's got to be good if he's managed to become friends with Leona, or b) he's in cahoots with Leona, he's definitely a delinquent.

Deuce does manage to befriend him, though. Since he was a delinquent once himself, he thinks that he could change Yuus mind about being one if he was one. But even after realizing that Yuu is just misunderstood, he still stays friends with him because he felt bad about stereotyping him. He does tell Yuu though.

One day, about halfway through the school year, Yuu does finally have enough of the bubble that surrounds him wherever he walks and decides to ask Deuce about it.

"Deuce," Yuu starts, "I have a question for you." "Hm? Yeah, what's up homie?" Deuce asks, trying to steady the pile of papers and books he's holding. "What's up with people avoiding me? It's a little... annoying, to say the least." he queries, lips curled up in an awkward smile. "You mean you don't know? I'd think it'd be obvious." Deuce stops for just a second, a drop of sweat forming at his forhead. "Not that I'm saying you're dumb or any—" "Don't worry, I'm not offended," Yuu waves off Deuce's rambling. "I was just curious." "Your height makes you scary to them," Deuce admits. "They have a rumor going that you're a delinquent." Yuu pauses a moment before breaking out into a soft giggle. "Interesting."

Yuu doesn't mind the bubble as much as he once did, although it still does irritate him.

His choice of friends does feed into the rumors, though. Which probably isn't a good thing, but he enjoys spending time with his friends so there's not much he can do to stop it.

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IT'S BEEN SO LONG HHUEERRRGGHGEGI

lines and circles

where lilia falls for a human who is reborn again and again, each life a new life lilia witnesses on the sidelines.his life is like a line. yours is like a circle.

~lilia vanrouge x reincarnating!gender neutral reader~

does this remotely make any sense? no idea. will i still post it because the me months ago wrote this at 2am thinking she was cooking? yes, i will

if lilia were to describe it in simpler terms like he would when explaining something to silver during his younger years...

he'd describe it as if you were a circle and he were a line drawn on the same aging paper. next to each other, yet never touching. together, yet never intersecting.

your circle would loop on and on, starting over at each loop. endless and sure. perfect and for all time. there was no start nor end to your existence, yet still the little world of the aging paper refuses to let you reach the line drawn beside you.

lilia's line.

now, lilia's line—although also endless like your circle—continues on in the same path he's been assigned by whoever oversaw the world you both split but never shared. unlike you, his line is not in a loop. his line travels infinitely and retains everything he sees. he passes your circle, watching you start over, and over, and over, and over again until even he feels much too empty seeing you repeat the same life in a reoccurring path... never-changing, and never-ending.

he supposes that was the most devastating thing about your life as a human. it was your destiny to start and end life in an endless loop like a circle with no ending but its distance still going nowhere. you could walk along that same spherical path, but you still would never reach the end. the end to your cycle of life and death.

you live, you die, and then you're reborn again. that's how it has always been.

lilia knew it would be like this from the start. from the moment he first met you years and years ago, he knew that—unlike him—your life would be short but repetitive, while his was never-ending. never reaching, never touching, never grasping.

all he can do is stand by and watch as your lives begin and end until even his life can't take it anymore.

a/n: WHO LIVES WHO DIES WHO TELLS YOUR STORYYYYYYYYY~~??????

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miriam im sorry, you're about to go like the same post for the 3rd time after i repost it again (why aren't the tags working UGHR) 😭

edit: oh wait nvm i am just impatient

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I SWEAR IF IT DOESNT WORK

TESTING

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lines and circles

where lilia falls for a human who is reborn again and again, each life a new life lilia witnesses on the sidelines.his life is like a line. yours is like a circle.

~lilia vanrouge x reincarnating!gender neutral reader~

does this remotely make any sense? no idea. will i still post it because the me months ago wrote this at 2am thinking she was cooking? yes, i will

if lilia were to describe it in simpler terms like he would when explaining something to silver during his younger years...

he'd describe it as if you were a circle and he were a line drawn on the same aging paper. next to each other, yet never touching. together, yet never intersecting.

your circle would loop on and on, starting over at each loop. endless and sure. perfect and for all time. there was no start nor end to your existence, yet still the little world of the aging paper refuses to let you reach the line drawn beside you.

lilia's line.

now, lilia's line—although also endless like your circle—continues on in the same path he's been assigned by whoever oversaw the world you both split but never shared. unlike you, his line is not in a loop. his line travels infinitely and retains everything he sees. he passes your circle, watching you start over, and over, and over, and over again until even he feels much too empty seeing you repeat the same life in a reoccurring path... never-changing, and never-ending.

he supposes that was the most devastating thing about your life as a human. it was your destiny to start and end life in an endless loop like a circle with no ending but its distance still going nowhere. you could walk along that same spherical path, but you still would never reach the end. the end to your cycle of life and death.

you live, you die, and then you're reborn again. that's how it has always been.

lilia knew it would be like this from the start. from the moment he first met you years and years ago, he knew that—unlike him—your life would be short but repetitive, while his was never-ending. never reaching, never touching, never grasping.

all he can do is stand by and watch as your lives begin and end until even his life can't take it anymore.

a/n: WHO LIVES WHO DIES WHO TELLS YOUR STORYYYYYYYYY~~??????

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TESTING

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WAIT MY TAGS MIGHT NOT BE WORKING-

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im cooking

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MAY SNOWY BOY COME FIND US IN OUR MOST DIRE NEED

lol it sounds like we’re summoning batman or some sort of hero here hehajdj

honestly, my dear little community of Le Blanche stans and Rook over there in the bushes, I think I've seen so many posts mentioning Neige or RSA in general that maybe we're really manifesting him for the Tapis Rouge event

or, as my doctor says:

aren't we?

[pandoa]

i miss being happy (summer 2022, writing a silly fanfic about a dramatic hunter quoting lines from titanic in my bathroom, when life was fun and carefree and i squealed over getting 2 likes bc i still didn’t really know how tumblr algorithm worked but i was happy regardless because it made me excited over the fact that someone in the world saw something i posted)

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IF WE MANIFEST I’M COMING OUT OF MY TWST DROUGHT

honestly, my dear little community of Le Blanche stans and Rook over there in the bushes, I think I've seen so many posts mentioning Neige or RSA in general that maybe we're really manifesting him for the Tapis Rouge event

or, as my doctor says:

aren't we?

[pandoa]

WHAT THE FUCK WHAT HAVE I MISSED I JUST OPENED THE APP??? AND MET WITH BEAUTY BEYOND COMPARE???? IM ACTUALLY SCREAMING I JDKAKSKWDJ

HIM; YOU BETTER NOT BE THE CUNTIEST EVENT WHEN I GET THERE

MY SILLY ASS;