Fucking Love The Scapegracers Series I Need Something Like It I Need A Coven I Need To Do Real Spells

griddlehark....

Hi my name is Harrow'hark Nonagesimus and I have 200 souls trapped in me and short choppy black hair that grows too fast ever since my DIY lobotomy and black eyes like the rest of the Ninth and a lot of people tell me I look like Anastasia (AN: if u don't know who she is get da hell out of here!). I'm not related to the girl in the tomb but I wish I was because she's a major fucking hottie. I'm a space Kiwi but my teeth are straight and white. I have skin that's only described as somewhat lighter than Gideon's and is always covered in greasepaint. I'm also a necromancer, and I live in a castle called Drearburh on Pluto where I'm the Reverend Daughter (I'm seventeen). I'm a goth (in case you couldn't tell) and I wear mostly black. I love the Ninth's dress code and I always adhere to it. For example today I was wearing a ribcage corset, a black shirt, black pants, black boots, and a black cloak. I was wearing skull facepaint, specifically The Chain. I was walking outside Drearburh. It’s on Pluto so there was hardly any sun, which I was very happy about. Gideon Nav stared at me. I put up my middle finger at her.

advice i think we should tell children is that when adults say stuff like ‘now that i’m an adult i get really excited about stuff like coffee tables and bathrooms and rugs etc’ they don’t mean ‘and now i don’t care about blorbo and squimbus from my childhood tv shows anymore’ bc your average adult still loves all the same pop culture stuff they always did; they just have a greater appreciation for the mundane as well. growing up just means you can enjoy life twice as much now. you can get really excited about a new stuffed animal AND about a new kitchen sponge. peace and love

"it was in 2020" oh so like a year or so ago. a couple years. im sorry 5? did you just say five? five years ago ?

whatever (it's eating away at my soul)

btw it is sexy and cool to uplift and admire people who have skills you wish you had without using their ability as a stick to beat yourself with. even and especially if you are jealous of them.

"You don't know me. I'm not the same person anymore."

"That's okay. I'll get to know you again."

Your goal should be to get weirder with age and im not kidding. Become that odd estranged extended family member that owns a whacky home wherein a powerful magical item is kept that is the catalyst for the story of a children's adventure novel protagonist

“i never see you at the club” ok well i never see you on ao3 at 2am reading about the same two bitches falling in love for the 1000th time in the 500th way