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Fat fuck friday

@jacksonsmithforreal ok Mr this is the time. It's Elijah or Pamela

HEAR ME OUT

ok just hear me out-

You (David Miller) shipped with . . . .

wait for it . . .

*drumroll sounds*

. . .

Elijah?

no offense to elijah but NO. just no. never. sorry dude, i got my dude already

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Personally I think it's a self thing like I said in the last paragraph. The deans proved that they have quite the power however they aren't actually all knowing, like how they didn't know Annabel had the pendulum and they don't know if Annabel's idea to make the pendulum only respond to her by tying a lock of hair to it would work.

And they too don't know why Annabel is so attached and lenore isn't as prove by them quoting they should've went after lenore because her loyalty is far from unbreakable

I plan on making another mini post that's basically a record of everything we know about the deans from s1

About their memories. Annabel lee isn't just going backwards and lenore forward; Annabel is remembering faster and more compared to lenore

Moreover Annabel remembers the trivial memories, the supposedly less important ones.

For example Lenore would remembers Annabel's first and last visits while Annabel would remember lenore showing up as Leo and a casual picnic together.

So basically lenore remembers being inlove with Annabel while Annabel remembers falling inlove with Lenore.

It's why Annabel is so hopelessly devoted and lenore isn't. Lenore remembers Annabel saying she wants her to have a better life even if she(Annabel) is forced into needlepoint. Annabel remembers the why

As much as I hate saying it; I think this is all because Annabel was more attached in life, that she loved lenore more than lenore loved her and it carried into Nevermore.

Sleepy baby Jackson and his mom BECAUSE YES

Uhhh hi I'm Liu (not my real name obvs lol) I brought chicken with rice,

Uhh I don't really have anything to say. Except that I play FreeFire, I'm pretty good at it, so yea that is a funfact I don't think anyone really knew about. I'm grateful for my friends and moots, they make me feel supported in some way.

@samanthagardens @virto-the-weirdo

Happy Mootsgiving, everyone!

So, technically, I know Thanksgiving is an American holiday… history… yadda yadda. However, this is not Thanksgiving.

This is Mootsgiving, and what I say goes ‘cause this is my holiday. Anyway! Mootsgiving is all the basic ideas of Thankgiving but better because I’m great like that.

I just wanted to show everyone how grateful I am, since gratefulness is a key principle of Thanksgiving.

I want all my moots from different countries to be able to have the picture-perfect movie-esque Thanksgiving of being surrounded by friends and family with all the care and love and gratefulness that can be poured into a single human. And, as the ever-dramatic Runar, what better way to do that than to organize a huge event?

So! Rules!

State what food you brought

State one thing you’re thankful for

My name is Runar, I brought the eggnog, and I’m grateful for each and every one of you 💗🫶

Really sappy and really long paragraph/speech under the cut!!

Soooo… to start off my big long speech… *clinks my fancy wine glass that’s filled with a mysterious substance* (It’s eggnog)

When I first started this blog, it was off a whim. I wanted to do something, something that involved putting my work out there, as I was just starting out. I wanted to mean something. In any sort of way, I wanted to leave a sort of mark. Not just any mark, though, no. I wanted to add a bit of joy, a spark of life that comes from creativity, and adding words and love into the space we occupy on this floating rock in space.

I wanted to write because it made me happy, and I wanted there to be a possibility of someone who was who got joy from reading to maybe stumble upon it, and get joy from me. Get joy from something I was able to provide for them.

I was also incredibly lonely. I had no friends, I had nothing, pretty much. I didn’t talk much. I was reclusive. I was okay, but I was empty. I didn’t have a purpose. And while I wasn’t expecting much, nothing at all really, I was overjoyed at the prospect that maybe just one person would stumble upon something I wrote and for a moment of their day, maybe they got peace from it.

Maybe they felt a little less lonely. I would have been at peace with just knowing the possibility of it was out there. And then… it did. And I got more than I bargained for, even, I got a friend. My first friend.

From there, everything… clicked. Slowly, but ever so surely, things were falling into place. I was gaining something that had not even crossed my mind. A family.

So, my silly dream born from a whim became friends, connections, and family, it became life-altering. It had ups, it had downs, it had in-betweens. It was beautiful and messy and happy and sad and fucked up and so wonderfully… human?

Yeah, this is online, this is a silly mootsgiving idea I thought up three hours ago because I wanted people to know I love them.

But to someone who had nothing, this is everything. You are everything.

Even if we’ve only talked one time, you have a special place in my heart. The character growth has been… one hell of a ride. I’ve gone through many eras, and made new friends in each and every one of them. So, with the end of the year closing soon, I suppose in a way this is not just a silly mootsgiving.

My bigger end goal, really, was to make sure as we get to the end of this ear, you know how genuinely important this whole year has been to me. How important you have been. I got an anon ask,

What does it feel like to be wanted?

It was beautiful poetry. I replied, said I wouldn’t know what it feels like to be wanted. But really? I think maybe I do. I think it feels like having enough people that you love to organize and invite everyone to a huge event online, to write out this heartfelt paragraph and trust that at least one person will care enough to read it.

My beginning goal has changed so much, and not at all. My biggest purpose in life has been, and I think will always be, to add something into this world.

Creativity, joy, happiness, compassion, I want to ensure that no matter what, as long as you know me, you know you have one person on this earth who loves and cares about you with as much feeling that can physically be felt by one person without exploding into a bunch of tiny little runar pieces.

But moreso, I think maybe my goal has changed from wanting to put stories out there, to putting myself out there. I don’t want to write stories that are just fiction, just crafted ideas meshed together to create a blob of fiction.

I want to write pieces of myself into everything, which i think might genuinely be impossible to not do. I want my heart to pour out of my fingers into the things i type out for you, and i want to not only feel things, but to maybe make you feel something too. Something warm and fuzzy, something good, as good as you deserve.

Aaaaannnd…. to end this….

I love you guys, thanks for being here <3

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What does M.liu mean?

Tbh the first letter of my sister's name is M but I wasn't really thinking about it when I got that name. Idk I just like it that way, if feels original

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If my mutuals can’t rb this then we can’t be mutuals

Brenda :)

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I just did. Do you need glasses?🤨

I KEEP LOSIGN MY FUCKING EGGS WHERE THEY AT BRO