#cvnicaloptimist

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For every @ I get, I have to tag someone I love/look up to! - Accepting.

@cvnicaloptimist / @gntlesoul / @foundcamera / @interwebcaught

MARS IS A PURE ANGEL. Mars is the coolest tbh. Easy as heck to talk to, AMAZING writer. One of the best partners I’ve had. When I first met her back in LIS, I was hella nervous to approach her because she is SUCH a good writer. But yeah, the sweetest little bean. And her oc Zara is the best tbh! But she does all her muses very very well!

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         “ so , ya’know .... studying is great & all .... but , don’t you think we should .... i dunno ,                ‘ave some fun ? “ 

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  “Hey,” She had attempted to talk to almost every student   at the school. Most of them ignored her, honestly. “Can I ask   you a few questions... I’m an independent journalist.” She lied.

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  He had been staying in this house for quite some time. Invited in by his friend, never told to leave. They had both been here. Both. Both until now. Now it was only him. Except someone else came in the old door. A girl. No one he knew. Perhaps they planned on hurting him. Perhaps they wanted to destroy this place. Either way, he wasn’t going to allow them to do that... He watched, ready to strike if he had to. 

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  He only knocked on the door two times before he fell down against it. His head is spinning, aching. His memory is full of holes. Time seemed to not move at all or speed past him. No normalcy. Why is he here? What happened? He remembers fear, black, pain... And the rest is hazy. Short moments of him crawling. Or something... Static. Static. He can’t see straight.

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me talking about Brian: i can't believe i got this attached to a character that is hardly even in the series

if you don't count the totheark videos

Mars: Me neither nd i blame you for it entirely

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  Stick to shadows. Remain unseen. That had been his life for the last few years. Returning back to where this all began, where they used to live... It wasn’t easy. His shift in personality and, well everything, didn’t erase the memories. He knew his game was coming to an end. He just didn’t know how it would happen. There was his way, Alex’s way, or the thing pulling the strings. They all had their own plans. Perhaps he was vain to think he could win. It didn’t matter. All of his friends were dead or gone. All of this was coming crashing down. It was catching fire since they all met to make the film and now it had become an unstoppable wildfire. His only choices were to find a way to put it out, burn, or try to use the fire to do damage to the ones that deserved it. 

  But for now, he was sneaking into his old college. It was dark, but there were still late classes going on. He needed tapes and he didn’t exactly have the means to get them legally. If he moved quick enough, they wouldn’t notice the mask. He knew exactly where he was going. 

  But he didn’t expect another student (if he could call himself that anymore) to be in the room. It was rare for him to be caught off guard. He had shut the door quietly behind him before noticing her. Stop. Freeze, Even breathing might be risky. 

 His gloved fingers took hold on the door handle again while he faced the familiar girl. Slowly, he started to move it. The door was behind him. Maybe he could slip out before she saw.... 

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❜  the world is wrong.  ❜ 

ahs: asylum - Accepting. @cvnicaloptimist

  Brian wishes he had words to make her feel better. Shit, he needs to be better at this. After all, that’s what he wants, right? To make others feel better. To help. To do something good. But with all the horrible shit in the world, it’s hard to stay optimistic. 

  “Yeah, I guess. But it’s not like it can’t change.”