* ⚰️, 🌼!

why did the blind man fall into the well   ?    because he couldn’t see that well

*    bc i'm a serious writer and deliver the most elite of literate responses 

ᴍʏ ғʟᴏᴡᴇʀs,   ✿  ᵗʰᵉʸ ʷⁱᵗʰᵉʳ(ID.ᐟ@kiyojria:)    [  the mystic was too stunned to speak.  ]

ᴍʏ ғʟᴏᴡᴇʀs,   ✿  ᵗʰᵉʸ ʷⁱᵗʰᵉʳ(ID.ᐟ@strikentome):   it may well be,   but that won't stop me.   [  vert-jaune rises from the concrete that imprinted bruises onto his knees,   facing the man with a cocky smirk in spite of the sharp pain shooting through both of his wrists.  this was nothing new for ver,   he could push past it.  all he had to was work with what he knew,   &  pray that what he did recall wasn't something that this man already figured out how to evade.  ]   you know,   the funny thing about magic is that it's unpredictable.   [  one hand held out of sight,   vert-jaune prepares a hex that he was sure to take the other by surprise,   whispering the incantation faintly,   the cadence of his voice hard to notice amongst the ongoing traffic below them.  ]    ‘la lumière vous liera, & les pétales vous aveugleront.’  

*   **insert that one pic of taeyong looking off into the distance**  fine i'll do the stupid thing

@videtamare  *  when do i not see the vision do YOU see the vision

*    bio inspired by @kkupid this is a threat to go follow her rn 

♡! ̸ ID?  ✩  ⌬ ،￣@glorytithe:       ──     calm down,  charlie,   please.  i'm just as worried as you,  but nothing can be resolved properly if we're both fretting over them like this.  [  the reprimandation was made with a stern expression,  though vert-jaune was not angry in the slightest  ──   at least,  his anger & frustration wasn't directed toward the angel in that moment.  ignoring the persistent throb pounding away at his head,  he leads charlie to sit next to him,  patting the empty space with his hand.  ]   now,  what did you want to talk to me about?

⛥ #..0 ⋆₊˚  ⌬ ،  @videtamare:   a break wouldn't hurt,   you know  ..   don't you think you're deserving of a little me - time every now & then?  [  the inquiry was made as they potted yet another plant,  a bit of extra soil spilling onto the ground instead of into the solid red clay they'd formed just a few days earlier. sighing,  they sweep up part of the mess with their hands,  internally noting that the rest would have to be removed with a broom.  where was it,  again?   ]  besides,  wouldn't less monsters equal to a safer city?  i'd say you've been doing quite a good job if it's truly that slow.

[  VERT-JAUNE CADIEUX   /   DIANTHUS ..  \   THE HERBAL MYSTIC!  ]:   theme & bg made by me,  resources used from multiple deviantart artists & will be listed down below.