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outofpetals; Hello my lovelies!

This is just a heads up that I’ll be inactive until Monday. I have a term paper that I need to work on, last-minute additions to my cosplay to make, and then come early Friday morning, I’ll be going up to Nashville for a 3-day con.

So, uhm, aside from maybe a meme or some asks, I’ll just be lurking until this coming weekend.

Until then!

—Nicole

#ooc #psa #reblogged from other account

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ooc--I have official deemed Haku from Spirited Away to be my headcanon Garry voice. The English version, of course.

#headcanon #this is apt to change #believe me #ooc

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#fanart #garry (ib) #fake!garry #fake!garry/garry #yes

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Ib, Garry, and Mary -- polyamorous/sexual relationship? All aged up, of course.

ooc—Anon, you have earned every sliver of love I could expend, because this is the sort of ask I’ve been dying for.

Warning: Sexual references between Mary, Ib, and Garry below. Of course, they’re all of age, but if this isn’t your cup of tea, well, run.

Notes: This is based of the idea that all three of them make it out of the gallery. That is, of course, not an ending in the game, but it’s an easier concept to work with, especially with these questions.

Who cooks normally?

Garry has long since had the role of the household chef. Years of living alone had enforced his learning of the culinary arts, and with time, he began to realize that he had a sort of knack for it. And with practice comes perfection—the more he cooked, the more he improved.

When Ib and Mary began to claim his home as their own, however, Mary began to eye the way his hands chopped and diced and sliced, and she, too, wanted to have that sort of feminine grace with a knife.

Of course, Garry didn’t allow it (while good at heart, Mary was volatile and the prospect of her in possession of a blade more often than necessary was disturbing) and to this day, she still can hardly make the simplest of things.

How often do they fight?

Before the circumstance of their “relationship” came to be, Mary had her sights solely on Ib. The brunette had been her first love, crush, and object of all kinds of longing, and the way Ib looked at Garry—a heady look of respect and admiration for both his compassion and talent—made Mary seethe with rage. Mary then began to grow hostile and guarded, throwing vile insults and unnecessary barks towards the older man in situations where it was uncalled for. Garry could only take so much, and with time, he bent until he broke, and he too, began to fight back with sharp words of his own.

Now, since the three of them had began this relationship of compromises (“For Ib”, they decided), the tension between Garry and Mary began to dissipate, and whatever remnants of frustration and hatred existed, existed in the form of now welcomed banter and nigh-bleeding scratch marks and dark bruises that decorated both his and her canvas of skin.

Ib, however, was put upon a worshiped pedestal—the pinnacle of their polyamorous relationship—and her flesh was never broken, even when she pleaded for it. There was a sort of physical intimacy that manifested with hatred, and it was something she was forbidden from experiencing between the sheets.

What do they do when anyway for one another?

Garry and Ib, hardly, if ever, are alone. Mary is unwaveringly devoted to her lover, and where Ib goes, Mary goes, too.

This being the case, the one who is ultimately alone is Garry. He takes his time of loneliness to heart, and pours his dedication to his art work while he can remain undistracted. 

Nicknames

Garry has a fondness for calling Ib “dove, love, dear,” and whatever other gushy nicknames that make Mary stick her tongue out. Ib, of course, finds them endearing (as the faint blush on her cheeks testifies), but she tries to ignore them as best as she can.

After taking a French course, Mary has taken a liking to calling Ib “mon cheri” and Garry ends up with whatever insulting nickname she can mesh together in French. It took a few weeks, but Garry finally realized that despite how rude, it was her way of showing affection towards him.

And, well, as for Ib, she just calls them by their names. She doesn’t find any need for calling someone anything other than their birth name.

Who is more likely to pay for dinner?

When Ib and Mary eat out together, Ib nonchalantly pays for their meal. Mary usually gets irritated by this and wants nothing more than to impress Ib and take care of her. The one time Ib allowed her to pay, however, Mary had no money. (“Gah! How could I forget!? I bought that cute sundress yesterday!” Mary groaned.)

After that, Ib began managing Mary’s money.

It goes without saying that when the three of them are at dinner, Garry pays. Neither of them seem to argue with this.

Who steals the covers at night?

It was shocking to realize that Ib was a cuddler. However, instead of Garry’s chest or Mary’s arm as her clutch, she instead bundled her blankets and sheets against her body, and curled around them at some point as she slept. Mary, of course, didn’t mind, as she would stare in awe during the late hours of the night as Ib did this, and sometimes overtaken by how endearing this was, would press her lips against Ib’s temple and smile.

Garry was, by nature, a cold person, and after the first few incidents of Ib doing this, decided to keep extra blankets at the foot of the bed from now on.

Who remembers things?

Mary is the most forgetful of them all. Ib seems to have the sharpest memory, but Garry is fairly good about keeping track of things. 

Who cusses more?

Mary has gotten a rather colorful vocabulary over the years, and she has no qualms about speaking her mind or using choice words when needed. Ib seems to be the most docile with her language, and sometimes, when irritated, Garry will slip out a few curse words.

But as a gentleman, he does his best to have a clean mouth.

Who kissed who first?

Ib and Garry were the first to exchange kisses. Neither of them know exactly who truly initiated it. It was just a matter of the moment being ideal, and after a long battle of tense and frustrated stares, their mouths were suddenly touching, and it was slow and sweet and everything Ib thought it might be.

Except for Mary walking in and undergoing the greatest betrayal (or so she thought) she ever experienced.

(“I don’t see how she feels betrayed. The two of you aren’t even dating!”)

The first move 

Mary was the first to claim Ib’s body as her own. Garry had been out of country, and the evening had consisted of nothing other than mystery movies and perhaps more vodka from Garry’s cabinet than he would have liked. 

Once he learned of what had happened, his biggest qualm had been that it had happened on his couch.

Who started the relationship?

Ib, in all of her boldness, was the first to get the three of them together as one, but was the shyest once pinned to a mattress, and in spite of the darkness that cloaked the room, kept her mouth muffled and the bedsheets close—

but the other two with her got closer.

And it was then she realized she was a lamb amongst lions, and had never wanted it any differently.

#ooc #ooc asks #meme response #ib/mary/garry

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#fanart #genderbend #ib (character) #garry (ib) #oh ym goD #djksandk

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has anyone ever told you you're attractive?

❝Well, yes, a few have in the past. But what does that have to do with anything?❞

#i hope #this was not for me #noppppee #flies away #ic asks #anonymous

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ooc--goddammit paige.

#crying #brb #ooc #submission

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#fanart #garry (ib) #fake!garry

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#fanart #mary (ib)

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coffee or tea?

❝Tea, definitely.❞

#ic asks #anonymous #meme response

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What is your favorite language, Garry?

❝Well, all three of the languages I’m familiar with are incredibly beautiful in their own right. English is my native tongue, of course, and I began to learn Russian after I started looking into my family tree. And, well, I’m still studying French, and that began with some undergraduate studies in France, which was a truly fantastic semester by the way.

Anyway, I really can’t decide on a favorite. Perhaps Russian, since it’s so unlike the other languages I know, but perhaps French, due to the beauty of the tongue itself. Who knows?❞

#ic asks #anonymous

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Why do you carry around candy?

❝Well, you see, I’m trying to stop smoking, but it hasn’t been exactly easy. The urges came back with a vengeance and sometimes, the candy I carry around with me is just enough to stave it off.❞

#ic asks #anonymous

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Do you think Ib would be cute with glasses? Were you a cute kid? I bet you were the cutest kidlet ever.

❝Ib would just be adorable with glasses. It would certainly match her sort of personality. As for me, I guess I was a cute kid, but most kids are, aren’t they?❞

#ic asks #anonymous

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what would you if your hair was pink?

❝I wouldn’t be too bothered, but I’d certainly be irritated. Pink doesn’t match my complexion at all. At any rate, I’d just fix it when I could.❞

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oh!! i touch myself frequently to the idea of you, embarrassed and crossdressing in some filmy thing that barely covers your willy, and playing 'ib' to your other self! mm~

#whY #please lord almighty have mercy #ic asks #anonymous

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i've fucked myself before, imagining it was another me.

❝Lovely.❞

#ic asks #anonymous #fffffff

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if you were heavily under the influence of something, and you had been administered several mLs of an aphrodisiac, and other you turned up for a quickie...would you accept?

❝That, you bastard, is the virtual equivalent of date rape. What is wrong with you?❞

#ic asks #anonymous #gUISE #WHAT EVEN