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i apologize this has turned into a full time [tally hall] blog which i did not expect but also it's 2025 and all expectation went out the window. 20•any pronouns•the world's most awkward ENTP🐌 snail luvr 🐌
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screamingfrenchfries · 7 hours ago
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A Muffin for your Thoughts.
henry hume x narrator drabble fic 😱
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word count uhh I don't know
tldr uhh it plays out just like the skit but i added a few stuffs ...😋
this is just for fun guys,, my writings bad too anyways
inspired from @ballsmacker30 's post + @tanzabee :]
drabble fic is under the cut :D
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Henry Hume was not the type to make rash decisions. He was precise, methodical—qualities that made him an expert in his craft. And for the past nine years, his craft had been the art of muffin collecting. Not just any muffins, mind you, but the rarest, most unique specimens from all corners of the world. From the wild honeycomb muffins of the Amazon Rainforest to the mysterious black walnut muffins found only in remote mountain villages, Henry had seen it all. His collection was renowned, a carefully curated legacy that he often regarded with a sense of both awe and obsession.
But today? Today was different.
He sat frozen on his bed, looking at the ground. His mind struggling to comprehend the scene before him. His precious muffins—lined up in neat rows, displayed on shelves and in cabinets—had been disturbed. The once orderly rows were now disarrayed, crumbs scattered across the floor like a breadcrumb trail, leading somewhere... somewhere outside.
"Not the muffins," Henry muttered under his breath. He blinked, his usually calm demeanor now fraying at the edges. Whoever had done this, whoever had dared to touch his collection, would not get away with it.
Without wasting another second, he followed the trail, his fingers trembling slightly as he pushed the door open. The wind bit at his skin as he stepped into the cool air of the forest behind his house. The muffins had been scattered in an odd pattern, some pieces trailing off to the right, others curving toward the left. It was a deliberate, almost mocking path.
The deeper he ventured into the woods, the more his thoughts raced. This wasn’t just a random act of vandalism; it felt personal. It felt like a challenge.
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The trail wound through the trees, the scent of muffins lingering faintly in the air. It was surreal, following the trail of such an important part of his life. And yet, as the forest grew darker, a creeping sense of uncertainty settled in. Where was the culprit? How could someone just destroy what he had worked so hard to build?
He followed the trail for what felt like hours until he reached a clearing. The moment he stepped into it, he stopped dead in his tracks.
There, sitting in the middle of the clearing, was a pile of discarded muffin wrappers. They lay in a scattered heap, remnants of what had once been a glorious collection.
But that wasn’t the most startling part.
Standing across the clearing, calmly watching him, was the Narrator.
Henry’s hands clenched into fists. “You… you’re the one,” he whispered, rage and disbelief intertwining. “You left this trail. You—” He swallowed, voice wavering as he took in the wreckage. “You destroyed my collection.”
The Narrator did not respond immediately. He merely tilted his head, his expression unreadable, his cane pressing lightly into the ground.
“The Narrator did not destroy anything,” he finally said, voice smooth and detached. “He merely followed the story where it led. The rest was inevitable.”
Henry’s pulse pounded. “Don’t give me that cryptic nonsense,” he snapped. “You ruined my collection. You were just supposed to narrate!”
A soft chuckle. Amused. As if Henry’s frustration was nothing more than a passing thought.
“But it was too late,” the Narrator murmured, stepping closer, his cane tapping against the earth with slow, deliberate movements. “There was nothing either of them could do.”
Henry took a step back. He hated the way the words sent a shiver down his spine, the way the Narrator spoke as though this was all inevitable, as though Henry had no agency in any of it.
And yet… the worst part was that he believed him.
Henry dropped to his knees, staring at the muffin remnants like a man grieving something greater than just baked goods. “I spent years gathering these,” he muttered. “Years. You don’t just take something like that away.”
The Narrator watched him, a slow, knowing smirk forming at the edges of his lips.
“And yet, they are gone.”
Henry’s breath hitched. The words felt final. Like a seal on a fate he hadn’t agreed to.
The Narrator circled him, his presence looming, his gaze pinning Henry in place as though he were just another character in a story he had no control over.
“Poor Henry,” the Narrator murmured, leaning down slightly. “He has spent so long hoarding little treasures, believing they made him untouchable. But the truth is, he never had control at all. The story was always going to end this way.”
Henry’s fingers dug into the dirt. He wanted to scream. He wanted to argue. But the words wouldn’t come.
A gloved hand reached out, tilting his chin up. The Narrator was too close now, his expression one of amusement and something deeper—something Henry refused to name.
“And what is Henry supposed to do now?” the Narrator mused, voice dripping with feigned sympathy.
Henry swallowed hard. “I—”
“The answer, of course, was simple,” the Narrator said for him, his smirk widening. “Henry was going to stay. He was going to listen.”
Henry felt his heart stutter. He hated this. Hated him. And yet, for some reason, he didn’t pull away.
The Narrator’s grip on his chin lingered for a second too long before he released him. He took a step back, eyes glinting with something victorious.
“He would figure it out eventually,” the Narrator said, as if it had already been decided.
Henry clenched his jaw, forcing himself to stand. His legs felt weak, his mind scrambled. And yet, the Narrator had already turned away, already moving on—as though Henry’s struggle had been the most predictable thing in the world.
Henry wanted to fight it. Wanted to win.
But somehow, deep down, he already knew the truth.
It was too late.
There was nothing either of them could do.
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and then they kissed idk /silly
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screamingfrenchfries · 7 hours ago
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the Reason is because this specific show is kinda notorious for having some super high quality shots, thanks to Mr. Sadler & Paul Gallo
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oopsies, i haven't posted here since last year........ uuhhhhhhhh here's a van photo 😁 (ignore the people blocking the van.... who even are they smh/j)
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screamingfrenchfries · 11 hours ago
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hpii cd selling right as im about to launch commissions the universe is attacking me specifically today huh
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screamingfrenchfries · 12 hours ago
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screamingfrenchfries · 14 hours ago
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TAILS !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!K@EJBSHRVDFBBHJSKABVHCGBdnjsilbhauvgkubhfdnsfbDGHRJWFADVBCH DNJNSHJB EWFDNVBDFHE BWJDNKCV
dont send me more tails drawings i will cry
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screamingfrenchfries · 14 hours ago
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OHH MY GOSH..
GREENER MENTION?!?! IN THE BIG 2025??!?!! woAh ‼️😱🟢🟢🟢🟢🟢🟢
source 😋
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screamingfrenchfries · 1 day ago
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why is my mom trying to say that humans arent animals i cant do ts rn
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screamingfrenchfries · 1 day ago
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i love stale chips
I wonder if Henry Hume x narrator fanfiction exists /silly
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screamingfrenchfries · 1 day ago
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STanley Parable
I wonder if Henry Hume x narrator fanfiction exists /silly
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screamingfrenchfries · 2 days ago
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ok i've been thinking about it more and honestly despite being a marvin's summer album truther i think u spring folks do have some reasons. but STILL. IT LEANS TO SUMMER!! allow me to elaborate, track-by-track;
1. good day: SUMMER!! u cant convince me this ISNT a summer song. the Nostalgia vibes are soo summer coded, fight me
2. greener: u guys get this one... it IS kinda spring coded tbh. BUT IT COULD STILL GO EITHER WAY IMO !!! AND I USUALLY SEE IT AS SUMMER
3. wtth: ABSOLUTELY A SUMMER TRACK HOW COULD YOU EVEN ARGUE THIS?
4. taken for a ride: summer
5. the bidding: this one's SUPER summer vibes. i can FEEL the heatwaves emanating from this song
6. be born: CMONNN SWIMMING POOL? LOL
7. banana man: Sand?? Beach? Summer vibes.
8. just apathy: ok this one's maybe more winter...
9. spring and a storm: ok Yes this is spring coded. but it's still outnumbered by summer atp.
10. two wuv: Summer
11. haiku: i guess i could see this being a tad bit spring coded..
12. the whole world and you: absolutely summer coded. the BAND vibes ?
13. 13 (i'm just gonna lump this in w RoE)
14. ruler of everything: SUN mentioned SUMMER VIBES !!!!!!!!!!
15. hidden in the sand: need i say anything?
(not counting mucka blucka & dream because i don't even know where to put them)
that's a whopping 10/14 SUMMER songs !!!!!!!! Fight Me
anyways sorry for ranting nobody take this so seriously pls
ok because im a stupid little idiot who thinks too much about random shit i'm starting a little poll series that i'm so elegantly calling "what tally hall/related album reminds you of what season of the year?" ....er, uh, "tis the season to be hally"
so uh lets get into it, shall we?
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screamingfrenchfries · 2 days ago
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YEAHHHHH like tell me wtth doesn't absolutely radiate summer vibes
ok because im a stupid little idiot who thinks too much about random shit i'm starting a little poll series that i'm so elegantly calling "what tally hall/related album reminds you of what season of the year?" ....er, uh, "tis the season to be hally"
so uh lets get into it, shall we?
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screamingfrenchfries · 2 days ago
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ok because im a stupid little idiot who thinks too much about random shit i'm starting a little poll series that i'm so elegantly calling "what tally hall/related album reminds you of what season of the year?" ....er, uh, "tis the season to be hally"
so uh lets get into it, shall we?
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screamingfrenchfries · 2 days ago
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um ok idk why tumblr fucked w the colors but i promise i did NOT change them LOL....
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PONY HALL: red tie time! introducing da jawlz as a pegasus C: one more (official) member left!
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screamingfrenchfries · 2 days ago
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speaking of pony hall i made a really rough outline for when i was gonna make a ryan scott pony but never got around to actually starting it......... so if anyone's interested in seein that lmk... bc i'll definitely need motivation for it this time haha
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screamingfrenchfries · 2 days ago
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long overdue remake of Pony Joe's cutie mark... a bit more simplistic/basic but i think it'll definitely help when drawing him haha
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PONY HALL: red tie time! introducing da jawlz as a pegasus C: one more (official) member left!
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screamingfrenchfries · 2 days ago
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LOL thats so funny though omg xD
why is hoodz n the woodz so good................ why is jhjh so good....... im going in sadne over herter !!!!!!!!!!!!!#@$4389rtwhgu
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screamingfrenchfries · 2 days ago
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why is hoodz n the woodz so good................ why is jhjh so good....... im going in sadne over herter !!!!!!!!!!!!!#@$4389rtwhgu
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