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{🌼} “Hello-” Molly was curious, she’d never seen anyone- person or cat like her. Still, her voice was kind, and she had a smile on her face “My name is Molly-- what’s yours?”
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GREETER FOR @turnyourfacetothemoonlight
{🌼} “Hello-” Molly was curious, she’d never seen anyone- person or cat like her. Still, her voice was kind, and she had a smile on her face “My name is Molly-- what’s yours?”
turnyourfacetothemoonlight started following you
"Its gonna be okay now, dont stress yourself”
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"This is the best we could have done?"
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Meme: Send me a ♦ if you wish to roleplay with me.
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ooc; We should totally figure out how our muses could interact and do a thread or something :)
What's a Jellicle Cat?
magicalmrmistoffeleesx / mungxjerrie / turnyourfacetothemoonlight
Mad March's eyes lifted before his head followed. A smirk spilled off of his lips. The Jellicle Cats and the Cheshire Cats had been some of his favourite nationalities of Wonderland. He certainly recognized the three faces before him, but was unsure as to whether a jellicle would remember a mad man.
"Well well, It's been years since I've had the pleasure of spotting a jellicle... What brings you around these parts?"
"What did you do?"
Meme: Angsty Starters
Your muse walks in on mine sobbing inconsolably.
It had been a splendid evening. A fabulous ball in the magnificent halls of the Palais Garnier. Alessia had even enjoyed it a little. She had drunk a little of the cold, sparkly champagne and had even accepted a young man’s invitation for a dance. But while they were spinning around all those other pairs she felt a strong pulsing in her ribcage, then in her hips.That was how the phantom pain in her lower body announced itself. She had to get out of here, fast. So she broke away from the man whose name she didn’t even knew and ran out of the opera house, and into the fresh, cold night air. She made it to the nearest corner, just out of sight of the people on the lamplit Opera Square, and then collapsed against a wall in one of those terrible crying fits that she could never explain and never control. She didn’t know how many time had passed, when she finally heard a noise. Hastily she looked up. She couldn’t stand if anyone would see her like this. She tried to wipe away her tears but with only little success. Instead, another sob escaped her lips. “Go away!” she hissed into the darkness, trying to sound as firm as she could right now.