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Ey guys. Sorry I haven’t done anything in like the past 30 hours er so. Cranking out a cosplay that needs to be totally finished in like a week and a half AND AHAHAHA IM NOT EVEN CLOSE TO BEING DONE. So like I’ll be working it again today which could mean more absence. Depends what time I have.

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#ooc

Ey guys. Sorry I haven’t done anything in like the past 30 hours er so. Cranking out a cosplay that needs to be totally finished in like a week and a half AND AHAHAHA IM NOT EVEN CLOSE TO BEING DONE. So like I’ll be working it again today which could mean more absence. Depends what time I have.

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offline because lemongrab sized headache prooooollybecause beenawakeforlike12hours off of 4hours of sleep brain literally LIKELITERALLY overheating gd.

Reblog if you’re 18+ And Smut RP is ok

(Source: vincentvalentineexturk)

♥️~ “I must say I do absolutely love your roses! I have many grown at home and they share my last name!”

"Ah yes, darling, the best perk about mine is," he cocked his head, "they’re all dead."

"Hey hey flower boy, It's so good to meet you" the yellow triangle said. X
Anonymous

"Is it now?" The king rose a rugged brow, "Or are you simply being courtious?"

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"So this is what the fuss was about. That purple color looks absolutely dreadful on you, Hawthorne."

"Thank you, dear. I’d rather keep it that way."

((I can't seem to find the rules, bio, or relationship page... (Imma blame it on mobile... ) Would it be too much to ask for the links...?))
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A hand gripping the front of his shirt, Quaver walked quietly through the Flora Kingdom's grove, the air unnaturally still and the stench of death around him, his footsteps lightly crunching the dead flora that covered the gorund. This wasn't like what he had heard. This place was supposed to be beautiful, right? That was all that he had ever heard of this place. But this...? Everything was dead, there was no life here. Quaver had never seen so much death. "...Hello...?" He called, nervously.

The king barely approached the newcomer making a single sound. So from over their shoulder he spoke with great unawareness.

"My, you seem quite troubled.

Ghost King appears in the dead garden, bags under his milky white eyes. "The sweet smell of death. That's what's brought me hear, if your wondering. Now look at you. The increase in plant death has shifted my personality to the death side. Which restricts my sleep. Which ALSO means that the population of Ghost Town, my kingdom, is bustling with citizens and expanding over the territory of other kingdoms. So do me a favor and stop this nonsense."

"No."

asksilentscreams:

"She… She stabbed you?" Aerayna was shocked at such a violent act from the usually peaceful Queen. He never thought she would do something so violent. Especially not toward her lover. This was either a horribly misunderstanding or worse, actual danger. Still. The fact that Hawthorne challenged him in this way caused an ache to burn through his very core. Aerayna would never even DREAM of hurting Hawthorne. He dearly loved the other. Maybe not in the way lovers do, but he definitely would be devastated if Hawthorne ever were to vanish one day. "… God… I… Hawthorne no I am not going to do anything about that I… I had no idea she had done that to you… What has happened? You… You look so decayed and… and like you’ve begun to wither and die… I… I am actually very worried about you… I just want to make sure you are okay…" he shakes his head, "I don’t *want* to shame you for what you’ve done… because she didn’t do anything right either. I want you to become well again. What you once were. I don’t want to hurt you."

[response to floraking ]

A growing silence fell upon, Hawthorne. His face fell from the twisted smile he brigaded to a face full of thought. A consideration he has never taken before. It was strange of his new behavior to take something seriously for there was no longer sanity to his madness.  So to suddenly reflect upon Aerayna’s words nearly flashed a hopeful glint. A glint of his older self.
Though it did not last.
Just as it seemed Hawthorne was about to unravel something that would give a single hint behind his deviance, that smile returned. The wayward gaze was broken and the king raised his head to his concerned friend. Upon his sunken face was no more evidence of the old Hawthorne. That glint holding so much promise was smothered away into the inner mechanisms of the nymph’s twisted mind.
“What I once was?" He echoed, “Are you referring to that filth of a king? Oh he was nothing but a fool. A worthless weakling, beloved by scum. I despise ugly things such as him.”
The king then began to laugh in a manner that was by far the most ominous. Raising his hands just to the height of his shoulders he appeared to be like that of a show performer introducing their next scene.
“Now, there is nothing more relaxing than the silence I hear from everything around me. They’re all finally quiet. Just like me. True beauty.”

All of your friends have certainly turned against you quickly over this change in scenery...
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"It appears to be so, my dear."
The king snickered the smile that remained so foreign to those once befriended but seemed far too naturual for comfort.
“Though I worry not. This is simply how I’ll know who the real fools are.”