#pmim

Guys, you should submit my au to the @/tmntaucompetion

Eu estou aqui pensando em você, e você está aí pensando nela.

oh man and Ib's witch—cuz everyone crosses the despair event horizon eventually—is just a painting, or maybe a sculpture her labyrinthe is the weiss guertena gallery she went to all those years ago that set her on this long-running descent into a fate worse than death better yet, Ib becomes Mary. not physically but in the sense that she runs around her labyrinthe, pretending to be a confused human until whoever it is inside her labyrinthe reaches the centre. then she just explodes bebe-style into that fucked-up doll, or some sort of headless mannequin of herself