#oooooooooooh

Meanwhile, Grover and Clarisse are all like:

Meanwhile, the fandom is all like:

Vincent on stage, moving with that unselfconscious confidence, voice filling every corner of the space.

And for one second, Alastor had looked at him and seen... something in Vincent's expression. How he'd looked at Alastor between verses, face flushed red from exertion, eyes bright and focused entirely on him with an intensity that made something in Alastor's chest—

He'd dismissed it immediately. Looked away. Focused on the performance, on the crowd, on anything else.

Because it was nothing. A trick of stage lights, performance adrenaline.

Meaningless!

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(Chapter four - Galimacha)

I KNOW WHAT YOU ARE

Reading this amazing new in two languages, so I can multiply my sweet, sweet euphoria. Caralho, mano, isso é muito foda.

ROUND 2 MASTERPOST

synopses and propaganda under the cut