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OOH! you know what, we can change that, you know why? CUZ I’M THE PRESIDENT

thomas jefferson musical based & historically influenced as told by : dani reestablished june 2016

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#;;degreenified ♟#[come play!!]

me naked in a sewer with a pointy hat on: o goddess of sin forgive me all my evils

goddess of sin: there is nothing to forgive. you are pure

#;;looking like the original kumbric witch ♟#;;musings ♟

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oliviniious

▌.♁.. Z O E ... K R A V I T Z ..♁.▐

#[ tbh i love the idea of a modern elphie as this strong willed tattooed black girl long braids and a bad attitude]#[and she goes to all these crazy sit inns and protest and riots at 2 am in her heavy boots and a torn up jean jacket]#[also shes in a anarchist hot girl punk band bc why not]#;;looking like the original kumbric witch ♟

spawnisms

“Finally decided to join the real world, Auntie Witch? Nanny made some asparagus cream soup.”

@xharridan ;; starter call

oliviniious

" is that what she’s calling it――? i thought from the smell that maybe we’d gotten lucky and this wretched castle had finally gone up in flames.. "

#[just two losers and their soup]#[also hi!!]#;;aint no rest for the wicked ♟

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herb friends

#;;heavy boots and a rose covered shawl ♟

avinkusprince

{❤} “sit for ten minutes and tell me about yourself. how did you of all people turn into a sophisticate?”

{♛} “appearances are deceiving. i can afford the garb and affect the language, but i’m still an arjiki tribal boy u n d e r n e a t h .”

#[ ayyy thats my boy ]#;;promo ♟

dvoyd

(HOW DID YOU SURVIVE?) they ask. how much did they have you bleed; how long did they make you suffer; how low did they force you down; how dark did they tint your dreams? —until you had their blood glistening on your teeth; —until your suffering paled in comparison to their own; —until it was their throats pinned under your boot; —until you learned to enjoy the sounds of screams. (I DIDN’T.) you reply.

to defeat monsters: become the greater monster | m.a.w (via ccrruptmind)

#;;musings ♟

for g(a)linda

" glin, keep it down―― ’s too early for all that "

#(hi!)#;;out of oz ♟

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#;;grimmerie

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plots i want to do ;;

there’s a girl who wears long dresses and big boots that climbs trees for fun; loving the feeling of the sun against her skin. There’s a boy who passes the tree every day who’s afraid of heights. one day she convinces him to love the tree’s & the emerald green leaves and they whisper secrets to each other, he recites poetry and she makes jokes.

there’s a boy and he’s all alone in the big house of his. his parents are rarely ever home & he spends most of his time wanting to just talk to someone his own age. There’s a girl and she’s running away from home and she stumbles upon the boy with ink stains on his fingers living in the hollow home.

there’s a girl who lives in her own imagination, disliking the cruel harsh reality. one day she thinks up a boy —- a boy who turns out to be her only friend. She doesn’t think it weird that only she can see him; that only she can talk to him & as she gets older she gets more and more exposed to reality until she forgets about him. He comes back yeas later, to save her from a broken marriage — wanting nothing but a smile upon her face.

there’s a boy and he’s got bruises on his fingers because he takes his anger of the world out on other people ; there’s a girl and she’s practicing to be a nurse & he comes to her & she helps him, not ever saying anything.

there’s a girl who can talk to ghosts. she likes this; feeling the age and wisdom slowly come off them & one day she meets a boy — he’s dead but he thinks he’s alive. living in his small patch of reality & dreaming of what once was. She doesn’t know how to break it to him and so does everything she can to make his small heart b e a t again.

there’s a boy and he hides his secrets in a journal his thoughts all kept in a small leather notebook. there’s a girl and she’s exploding with all of her thoughts that she can’t contain in her head anymore & keeps them all in a small leather notebook. one day they swap by accident and catastrophe occurs.

#[i mean.....]#[these are still beautiful amazing plots if anyone wants 2 hmu]#;;ideas