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#beware the flowers
mspaint-flower · 25 days
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flower but its just
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Y/N : (◡‿◡✿)
Y/N : (ʘ‿ʘ✿) what did you just say about my Johnny?
Y/N : (ʘ‿ʘ)ノ✿ hold my flower.
Soap, being a supportive lover : ✿\(。-_-。) Kick his arse, baby. I got yo flower.
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whiterose-fans-blog · 2 years
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Anybody who wasn't prepared to cry, too bad, because we lost someone great.
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I may not have known them intimately, but I feel heartbroken just the same.
Rest in Peace, friend.
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smolmoss · 1 year
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some plant emotes, for when ur plant :]
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dr-fancy-pants · 1 year
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💐💕🤷🏻‍♀️
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cynthrey · 1 year
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First Page || Prev Page // Next Page 
First page of the year! 😁
I wanna try post at least 1 page a month this year (no schedule or promise of the days i’ll post tho)
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Love how you can watch my descent into madness and hyper fixation with the clock 😂
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She knows it's all an act as The Dark One. He can make himself look however he wants. He's just trying to look deranged and unapproachable for this reason.
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That little snarl, calling her 'dearie' that isnt a term of endearment. That means you're just like everyone else.
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No it fucking doesnt you liar.
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That's right babe.
He's projecting just remember that.
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She's holding back tears and so am i.
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For ever rumplestiltskin. For someone immortal you'd better think about this twice.
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can i be olives valentine??
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They say yes
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yourlocalbug · 8 months
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Decided to go back and do more with a doodle i posted a while ago 👍
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(If you saw this posted earlier no you didnt)
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aaronofithaca05 · 2 months
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Collecting gods victims
-Hyacintus
-Narcissus
-Laurel bay (Dafne)
So I can get in their good side and not die of a plague or whatever
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clarafell · 7 months
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a  haunting  nightmare...    ❝    𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓!  𝐃𝐀!  𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓!  𝐃𝐀!    ❞     a  never-ending  chant...     ❝    𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓!  𝐃𝐀!  𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓!  𝐃𝐀!    ❞ they  dance  mirthfully  in  a  circle  of  fire,  a  handful  of  smiling  dolls  throwing  pomegranates  at  homura.     ❝   𝐆𝐎𝐓𝐓  𝐈𝐒𝐓  𝐓𝐎𝐓!  𝐆𝐎𝐓𝐓  𝐈𝐒𝐓  𝐓𝐎𝐓!   ❞     they  hit  her  like  rocks.  the  streams  of  red  liquid  like  blood  pouring  down  her  bruised  skin,    ❝   𝐇𝐀  𝐇𝐀  𝐇𝐀  𝐇𝐀 !!! ❞    o’  little  witch,  pray  tell...   why  won’t  you  open  your  teary  eyes   &   see...  the  chaos  you’ve  made?
@s-talking (thank you!!)
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The bullets successfully soared through her soul gem over and over in a fit of dread. The sound of her shattering soul gem confirmed that her aim is still as skilled as ever. She drops the gun in an instant after she hears the fall of her useless soul gem. How many times has she shot someone else's murky gem? But her own soul gem... The awful colors looked new and so strange.
Her soul gem should look as black as her hair, but all she saw were awful colors mixed in those blank handprints— It didn't look like what most soul gems looked when they were too corrupted. It wasn't meant to have strange handprints. How is it possible for her to live within this dreamy world for such a long time when she's actually the deceiving witch?
When did she become a witch? She thought her soul gem was... alright last time that she checked it. It might have been a little bit murky, but she has seen worser days. It didn't look like it was creeping towards the dangerous edge past the point of no return. It wasn't that bad as far as she could remember. But how was it possible for her to live happily and obliviously within her own labyrinth? It seems like she tried to deceive her scheming self by pushing the blame onto the Sweets Witch, but...
Her test proved to be a little too successful to the point that the world around her began to crumble apart. She recalls how she felt happy until she, like usual, began to suspect that something is wrong. How long would have this happiness last if she did not begin to investigate the strangeness? Was it possible to stay forever in this dream world as long as she continued to play the part of an oblivious girl with wool over her eyes? Maybe she could go back to pretending— Then the childlike chanting begun to grow louder, demanding to be heard by their Mistress Good-for-Nothing to acknowledge their arrival to her discovery.
Finally, Homura begin to feel the pomegranates hit her.
It's far from the first fruit to hit her crumbled body. The rush of shock, confusion, and horror kept her numb to the pain of the other thrown pomegranates. The chanting is what stirred her back to reality— No, this labyrinth is no longer looking like reality. Any attempts at trying to play the role of a naïve victim is utterly impossible. She could try, but she would only begin to look like some kind of madwoman since this false city is unraveling more and more.
The chanting is too loud for her to ignore. The gleefully thrown pomegranates were too rough upon her body to ignore. The culprits knew how to aim with inhumane strength, almost as if they were on the same field as someone strong with a bright soul gem. Their supply of fruit is endless. Her hand had come to touch her head, almost as if the attempt could help her to try remember everything that happened. But nothing worked.
She touches her head again, acknowledging the painful ache in her head. She lowers her trembling hand to look at it more closely. Dull amethyst eyes struggle to tell if the red liquid is blood or juices from the fruit. Smoke made it hard for her to breathe, but she did not care to worry. She brought her hand closer to her pale face to smell the liquid. But all she could catch on her nose is the smell of smoke.
Flames were everywhere now, near and far, but she found herself sitting in field of red spider lilies. They were sprouting from the ground, swiftly blooming and spreading. The flames must be nurturing them and their quick growth in some kind of twisted way. When did these flowers begin the bloom? Why was there a fire? She looks upon the flowers, wracking her brain to think of what these familiar flowers meant.
She knew that, according some of her books on flowers, no one should give a bouquet of red spider lilies to another people because the flowers were associated with... death. That can't be right, can it? She curls her arms around her body, desperate for something good about the flowers. Anything in a labyrinth, even something subtle, is meant to link back to its witch in some sort of manner. But she couldn't get it out of her head— Death, death, death...
She is dead.
She has shot her soul. She spared shooting Mami Tomoe's head, where her flower-shaped soul gem rests amidst her golden locks. But when it came to her own soul? She shot at it so many times. Her bullets, to her knowledge, shattered the physical resting place of her awful soul. Her soul, however, is beyond saving.
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❝  Please— Stop! Stop it!   ❞
Homura finally breaks her silence with a strangled cry. She does not even realizing that she did not tell all these feminine voices to stop flinging hard fruit at her defenseless body. She is in agreement that she should be hit until nothing but ugly bruises cover every pale inch of her body. All that she wanted was their loud chanting to stop. She struggled to understand what they were trying to say right now. It sounded like German, but her spiraling mind struggled to think.
Homura looked up, ready to force more words out of her lips. But her voice died in her throat as soon as she caught sight of their figures. She stares at the fourteen children in pain and shock. They looked like children from a distance until they got closer. Their clothes, even their hairstyles, matched the same style of her old dolls. They used to be her friends.
She thought she rid herself of the dolls long, long ago. But here they stood before her in a nearly convincing human form. They walked and talked, pretending to be like real children, but their gazes were lifeless. Smiles were plastered on their faces. She looks at them, but their chanting does not stop. They only got louder and louder, almost as if they were feeding on her reaction.
She wants to understand what they wanted to say, but her spiraling mind is struggling to hold itself together. I can't fix anything that that everything is going up in total chaos. What about all the people I have seen thus far? How did they get inside my... my labyrinth? Did I bring everyone here? Her thoughts made her useless heart plummet to her stomach.
What about the people that cannot defend themselves? No, no, no— The world must feel like it is coming to an end to them. What about Envy? How... How can I help everyone to get safely out of my own labyrinth? She feels sick and utterly lost, but her dolls did not comfort her.
❝  I'm a witch n-now...   ❞
All her dolls chose to do is gleefully punish her over and over with fruit, but she noticed their throws got more rougher when they heard her finally confess what she has become. Her body curls up, almost as if she is subconsciously shielding herself. Their chanting have gotten worse as she closed her eyes to rid herself of the field of flowers. Tears have formed in her eyes as she begun to realize that all of this is her fault. No one else should be blamed for this chaos except for her, right? Homura only realized what she had to do once the last pomegranate smashed against her head...
❝  I must get rid of myself to end this n-nightmare for everyone else...   ❞
Yes, that's it. She finally brings herself to her feet, a little shakily with her movement. She brushes the tears from her face, but does not bother with the red liquid that stains her clothes and body. She feared she would have gotten sick right there and then once she stood up. She is thankful that her stomach is empty. She isn't feeling well at all, but her mind is eerily clear now.
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❝  But I first need to find that Incubator to get some answers.   ❞
She will fix everything for everyone. All of the people with normal faces got dragged into her mess. She isn't sure what was going on, but this is why she needed to find Kyubey. The white rat has stayed eerily silent throughout their entire time in this fake world. She suspected that he is hiding something since he pretended that he could not talk to any of them. She plans to have one last talk to him before she continues anything else...
Then Envy will return back to the real world.
All of the dreamers will wake up.
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ask-archer-idv · 10 months
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“Take your time young one, it is always hard to know what your heart truly wants”
*Again you started to hear the gentle, kind and warming voice of a male and it coming from the lotus flower itself.*
“But let me ask you something first… are you happy with what you have currently despite the hardships you went through, would you ask for more if you could?!”
-🪷Anon
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If I had more of what I did not earn I don't think I could really be proud to call what I have my own. You might find better luck with someone who knows about themselves more.
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chokeslayer · 10 months
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001. this bitch is your queen, i can promise you one thing .. you won't like me when i’m mean. --- good girl learning to embrace the dark side of herself.
002. you know i’m not a saint but i can make you pray, so get down on your knees, give me a reason i should stay. --- feminine wiles used to her advantage if need be, especially to get what she wants.
003. and i could be all the things you told me not to be. when you try to come for me, i keep on flourishing. --- pretty little girl, no way she’s a wrestler. watch her prove them all wrong.
004. well, some things just, some things just make sense and one of this is you and i. --- opposites attract even if neither is willing to admit. constant playful banter, target trips, and smiles exchanged when heads are turned.
005. i send my love to all the haters. yeah , i just wanna let 'em know this baby don’t cry. --- an ode to kissing her fat ass because she isn’t going to get upset over their wrong opinions.
006. when you get burned you learn to be strong, i wear my pain like stilettos. --- betrayal caused by her own selfish motives, a family left behind for a chance at truly becoming the star of the show.
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closedrop · 11 months
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Personally I feel like my one goal in life is to manage to weasel my way into being a Tumblr Sexyman. IT’S MY ONE GOAL AND IF ANY OF YOU FUCK THIS UP FOR ME I WILL CRY /lh /nm /hj
I mean just look at my personas. If that don’t radiate Tumblr Sexyman I dunno what does. (One is named Nemec the other two are named EA)
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shrowdly · 2 years
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sakurastarkey · 2 years
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“I didn’t think she take you stepping on her flowers this badly… Think she will forgive you if you say your sorry…?”
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“I guess not… Sheesh Link, maybe this will teach you to watch where you step next time…”
❀ Beware the crazy flower lady. 😨
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