baguette !!!!

it '' s me ,,, baguette anon !!!

[baguetteirl]

baguette reeks of holy rot, a fallen pet his god forgot, he stinks of graves, of clinging need, all whimpers, worship, and misdeed, he begs for lemon, all sugar, no spine, a dog lapping love that isn’t divine, he begs for comedian, jokes and mimes, a puppy begging for the jester's lies,

even hell won’t take what heaven flawed.

vinegar. :).

(Baguette's eyes narrowed as he glared at the ground, cursing the dirt used to build upon Vinegar. He clenched his fists, his nails almost piercing through his flesh if it weren't for his gloves.)

do not call me a pet.

[baguetteirl]

2 weeks later, Marceline,lemon, is in your kitchen, baking with you. She loves you so dearly.

So, darling, what would you like to bake tonight? I'll leave it up to you.

She smiled up at you while tying an apron onto you.

(Baguette smiled as he allowed Lemon to tie the apron onto his slutty ass waist. He thought about it for a second, before glancing back at Lemon.)

how about macarons ?? i '' m quite skilled at them !!!

[lemonanon-isback]

Sure.

I'm sure you are honey, you're skilled at any kind of baking, after all.

She smiled.

Could you fetch me my apron? Thanks, sweetheart.

[baguetteirl]

(Baguette looked away, his actions slightly bashful as he felt himself blush yet again. God, how hard has he been blushing these days? He was momentarily lost in thought until Lemon's question loaded.)

oh -- of course !!!

(Baguette smiled, quickly stepping towards the cabinet he kept for supplies and aprons as he looked through it for another apron, specifically Lemon's. They had matching aprons, his own having a picture of a Lemon and Lemon's having a picture of a Baguette.)

here you go !! ^^

(He handed the apron back to Lemon, hands gently gripping the garment as if it were sacred.)

[rococos-jewels]

Lemon grabbed the apron out of his hands and tied it to herself quickly.

Thank you, darling.

She walked up next to you by the counter, and peered over your shoulder to try and get a look at the cookbook. She grabbed your arm with both arms gently, trying to hoist herself up to catch a glimpse.

Now, what must we do first, do you know?

[lemonanon-isback]

Wrong blog

[baguetteirl]

well ,, it first requires a kiss ~~

(Baguette joked, holding her arm and interlinking it with his own as he read the recipe. His finger rested on a specific line coloured with coral, his nails a yellow similar to Lemon's hair.)

jokes aside ,, we have to mix the confectioners sugar with the almond flour first !!

[lemonanon-isback]

Lemon giggled before resting her head on him as he read out the instructions.

Almond flour... do we have almond flour? I don't think I've ever used it before.

But of course, it "requires a kiss first", doesn't it, darling?

She looks up at you hopefully, her golden locks falling gently onto your arm like rays of sunshine.

[baguetteirl]

(Baguette chuckled softly, before pressing a small, quick peck on Lemon's lips. He quickly moved away, his blood almost constantly at his cheeks around her as he tried to distract himself.)

we have almond flour ,, i always have almond flour !!! ^^

[baguetteirl]

2 weeks later, Marceline,lemon, is in your kitchen, baking with you. She loves you so dearly.

So, darling, what would you like to bake tonight? I'll leave it up to you.

She smiled up at you while tying an apron onto you.

(Baguette smiled as he allowed Lemon to tie the apron onto his slutty ass waist. He thought about it for a second, before glancing back at Lemon.)

how about macarons ?? i '' m quite skilled at them !!!

[lemonanon-isback]

Sure.

I'm sure you are honey, you're skilled at any kind of baking, after all.

She smiled.

Could you fetch me my apron? Thanks, sweetheart.

[baguetteirl]

(Baguette looked away, his actions slightly bashful as he felt himself blush yet again. God, how hard has he been blushing these days? He was momentarily lost in thought until Lemon's question loaded.)

oh -- of course !!!

(Baguette smiled, quickly stepping towards the cabinet he kept for supplies and aprons as he looked through it for another apron, specifically Lemon's. They had matching aprons, his own having a picture of a Lemon and Lemon's having a picture of a Baguette.)

here you go !! ^^

(He handed the apron back to Lemon, hands gently gripping the garment as if it were sacred.)

[rococos-jewels]

Lemon grabbed the apron out of his hands and tied it to herself quickly.

Thank you, darling.

She walked up next to you by the counter, and peered over your shoulder to try and get a look at the cookbook. She grabbed your arm with both arms gently, trying to hoist herself up to catch a glimpse.

Now, what must we do first, do you know?

[lemonanon-isback]

Wrong blog

[baguetteirl]

well ,, it first requires a kiss ~~

(Baguette joked, holding her arm and interlinking it with his own as he read the recipe. His finger rested on a specific line coloured with coral, his nails a yellow similar to Lemon's hair.)

jokes aside ,, we have to mix the confectioners sugar with the almond flour first !!

[baguetteirl]

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...

(Baguette simply listened, his gaze flickering downwards, then away. He didn't know what to say.)

grief ,, is .... confusing . you are not alone .

grief ... does not exist ,, does it ?

(He sighed at the mentions of flowers, the air around him solemnly clean as he gently cupped their face in his hands. He smiled, trying to be comforting.)

you can take all the time you need to remember . we can remember together ,, okay ? how about we go get some tea to calm your nerves ?

[baguetteirl]

2 weeks later, Marceline,lemon, is in your kitchen, baking with you. She loves you so dearly.

So, darling, what would you like to bake tonight? I'll leave it up to you.

She smiled up at you while tying an apron onto you.

(Baguette smiled as he allowed Lemon to tie the apron onto his slutty ass waist. He thought about it for a second, before glancing back at Lemon.)

how about macarons ?? i '' m quite skilled at them !!!

[lemonanon-isback]

Sure.

I'm sure you are honey, you're skilled at any kind of baking, after all.

She smiled.

Could you fetch me my apron? Thanks, sweetheart.

[baguetteirl]

(Baguette looked away, his actions slightly bashful as he felt himself blush yet again. God, how hard has he been blushing these days? He was momentarily lost in thought until Lemon's question loaded.)

oh -- of course !!!

(Baguette smiled, quickly stepping towards the cabinet he kept for supplies and aprons as he looked through it for another apron, specifically Lemon's. They had matching aprons, his own having a picture of a Lemon and Lemon's having a picture of a Baguette.)

here you go !! ^^

(He handed the apron back to Lemon, hands gently gripping the garment as if it were sacred.)

[baguetteirl]

2 weeks later, Marceline,lemon, is in your kitchen, baking with you. She loves you so dearly.

So, darling, what would you like to bake tonight? I'll leave it up to you.

She smiled up at you while tying an apron onto you.

(Baguette smiled as he allowed Lemon to tie the apron onto his slutty ass waist. He thought about it for a second, before glancing back at Lemon.)

how about macarons ?? i '' m quite skilled at them !!!

[lemonanon-isback]

(Baguette hummed a soft tune to himself, a tune familiar to few. His voice pitched as he continued to hum the hymn, placing the last pastry in the basket, frosted perfectly with cream and dusted over with toppings: Strawberry shortcakes had dried raspberry crumbs, Chocolate fudgecakes had intricate designs marbled into the cream with a syrup as light as the before-mentioned cream, Cheesecake slices decorated with colourful, melted chocolate, sprinkles and cherries.)

hm !!!

(He smiled, finally satisfied with his work. He finished the basket with a pink bow on the top, wrapping it with precision too perfect for an amateur, or a human? His amber eyes narrowed, before they lidded and reopened, gloved hands with fingers bare picking the basket.)

(He stepped out of his house. His house, cold and typically empty, devoid of colour, devoid of life. He wondered how he could make it feel as warm as Comedian's. Comedian...)

hello ?? anyone home ~~ ??

(He knocked on the door of a particularly yellow house, pale knuckles clacking against the door as he waited for someone to open the door.)

Lemon stopped playing her viola abruptly when there was a knock on her door, and rushed downstairs to see who it was, opening the door, viola still in hand.

An abnormally tall man stood at her door, his curly hair resting by the sides of his legs. She had to crane her neck to look up at his face, blocking out the sunlight where she stood because of his height.

Oh-oh! Um, hello! Can I help you?

She stares up at you in awe. Oh the poems she was going to write about you.

She glances at the viola, still in her hand.

Oh, um sorry about this... two seconds.

She turns around to place her viola down on a table inside her home. It was warm and cozy, and smelt of lemon drizzle cake. The walls were a comforting cream colour and the haways were decorated with warm fairylights in a yellow hue.

She speaks to you with her back turned while placing her instrument down.

Oh, feel free to come in! Welcome!

She turns back to you and pits out her hand for you to shake it. She beams up at you.

People call me lemon,

Even though that's not my name..but still..

Pleasure to meet you! And who might you be?

[baguetteirl]

hello lemon !!!

(Baguette's gaze lingered on the shorter female in front of him, his amber gaze trailing her features, like a predator after prey. He admired the soft way her cheek rounded, the adoring look in her eyes.)

i '' m baguette ,, i moved in next door quite recently .

(He finally introduced himself, his eyes fluttering shut as he bowed ever so slightly as a show of respect. A bow too familiar to Lemon for comfort.)

i brought you some snacks !! freshly grown from my garden ^^

(He mentioned, before handing Lemon the basket full of flowers, pastries, candies and cookies. He was such a good baker! Or- grow-er..)

you ... play the viola ?? that '' s very admirable !! i used to play the violin for my friend ,, haha ..

[lemonanon-isback]

Lemon looked flattered when you handed her the basket. All of that for her? She got flustered. Her soft face is tinted the slightest shade of red now.

Ah, you play as well? I'd love to hear you some time! I'm sure you're very good at it :)

She rested her adoring gaze upon his face, so far above her. He was beautiful. His sharp, angular features contrasting from his light, bouncy and fluffy hair. How he was so caring for a person he had never met before, how he bowed in respect when greeting people.

She loved you.

She was staring at your Amber gaze for a bit too long for comfort now before looking away bashfully.

I- sorry-

She brings a hand up to her mouth, embarrassed. Her face is redder than the roses in the arrangement.

[baguetteirl]

(Baguette's perfect smile cracked in a lopsided grin, before he chuckled at her adorable reaction. He ran his hand through his hair, a fond look evident in eyes tinted coffee yet dunked and dripping with gold.)

it '' s fine ,, lemon .

(He paused, before leaning down ever-so-slightly to be somewhat closer to Lemon's impeccably small height. He tilted his head to one side, curls falling over his long-lashed eyes as he poised his expression back to his perfect smile.)

lemon .. you said that isn '' t your name . what really is it ? darling .. ?

(He spoke, his voice melodious and too serene to be real. Although Lemon wasn't typically considered attractive - and neither was he - she was perfect. Almost as perfect as him..)

[lemonanon-isback]

Lemon clutched her necklace as she blushed profusely when baguette leaned down. How had she not seen him sooner? They were neighbours, after all.

If only she had seen him sooner, maybe then she could've fallen in love again sooner, and everything would have been alright a lot sooner.

His long, luscious curls brushed off of lemons arm when he leaned down, and gave her goosebumps.

His voice rang in her ears with a more beautiful melody than any of her music on the viola.

I-

M-marceline. My name's Marceline.

She smiled at you, her kind, golden eyes shining brighter than any Citrine crystal.

He may not have been perfect, but he was perfect for her. He was more than she could've ever been. He was all she needed.

She smiled up at you while grabbing at her scarf with both hands.

Why don't you stay here for a while? Can we just talk for a bit?

She was beaming with joy. She hadn't been this happy in a very long time.

[baguetteirl]

marceline ... that '' s a stunning name !

(Baguette's brows raised as his eyes widened the slightest bit at the offer. The muscles relaxed in his shoulders as his gaze became softer, softer than it had been in a while. A sudden, soft stench clung to the air: Lemon didn't quite notice. Baguette wondered why.)

i '' d love to stay !!

(He sat down on the couch in her living room. His outfit was as modest as ever: A dress shirt that ruffled around his sleeves, coloured a soft beige-white that contrasted nicely against the black overcoat and high-rise jeans he wore. His neck had a black, broad scarf wrapped around it as a choker, hair kept open (as always).)

do tell me about yourself ,, marcy !

[lemonanon-isback]

Marceline sat down next to him. She couldn't believe what was happening.

She giggled.

Well, I came here a while back because I heard there was some opportunities for violists around these parts, and that the scenery was quite nice also.

What about you, Guetty?

She smiled at you softly while placing her hands in her lap while she smiled up at you.

Her hand brushed off of your soft cotton black overcoat when she sat down.

[baguetteirl]

ah ,, me ??

(Baguette faltered as he tried to think of an answer, adjusting his coat. A button fell off, clattering to the floor as he immediately bent to pocket it, making Lemon notice the hand-wrapped, pink bows on his ankles. He sat upright once again as he finally found an answer.)

this place is ... very dear to me !! reasons i won '' t go into ,, long story and i '' m too excited to talk to you instead !!

[lemonanon-isback]

Her smile wavers a bit when she sees the bows. They used to wear bows. Lots of bows. She didn't want to think about her right now. She was gone, and that's all that mattered.

Oh, but i just want to hear about you!

Because I just want to listen to you I just i-

I love you, guetty!

She goes red in the face and brings her hands up to her mouth. She didn't mean for that to slip out.

I- sorry- I just-

She's extremely flustered.

[baguetteirl]

... !!

(Baguette's eyes practically bulged out of their wide, doe-like sockets as he faltered with his response. He felt his blood, appearing red yet tainted with gold, rush to his cheeks. For the first time in his miserably tiring & bland life: he stumbled over his words.)

i .... i don '' t know what to say ... i --

t -- this is all so sudden ,, i couldn '' t --

(He paused, pursing his lips together, before he stood up from his seat on the couch, only to kneel on the carpeted floor before Lemon.)

i ... admire you ,, likewise .

[lemonanon-isback]

Lemon giggled at baguette kneeling in front of her.

I'm glad you love me too, but guetty,

She snickered.

What're you doing on the ground?

She brought a hand up to her mouth while giggling, it was adorable whenever she did that.

Come up here, darling. There's no need to be rolling around on the ground, or whatever you're doing.

She stood up and put out her hand for you to grab to help yourself stand up with.

[baguetteirl]

(Baguette's knees instinctively clung together as he glanced at Marceline's hand. He felt his face get warmer as he stared at her hand, her palm, her nails peeking from below. He stared for a good few seconds, as if entranced by a Goddess, before he blinked back to reality.)

yes ,, yes ...

(He hesitantly linked his own hand with her's, his scarred fingers coated with concealer with the rest of his hand hidden with sleeveless gloved. He immediately relaxed once he felt the warmth of her hand, loving and welcoming and pure. Red like rubies, pure rubies. A contrast to his own chilling, unforgiving and unloving cold hands, blood golden, unnatural, perfect.)

(She was perfect.)

[lemonanon-isback]

(Baguette hummed a soft tune to himself, a tune familiar to few. His voice pitched as he continued to hum the hymn, placing the last pastry in the basket, frosted perfectly with cream and dusted over with toppings: Strawberry shortcakes had dried raspberry crumbs, Chocolate fudgecakes had intricate designs marbled into the cream with a syrup as light as the before-mentioned cream, Cheesecake slices decorated with colourful, melted chocolate, sprinkles and cherries.)

hm !!!

(He smiled, finally satisfied with his work. He finished the basket with a pink bow on the top, wrapping it with precision too perfect for an amateur, or a human? His amber eyes narrowed, before they lidded and reopened, gloved hands with fingers bare picking the basket.)

(He stepped out of his house. His house, cold and typically empty, devoid of colour, devoid of life. He wondered how he could make it feel as warm as Comedian's. Comedian...)

hello ?? anyone home ~~ ??

(He knocked on the door of a particularly yellow house, pale knuckles clacking against the door as he waited for someone to open the door.)

Lemon stopped playing her viola abruptly when there was a knock on her door, and rushed downstairs to see who it was, opening the door, viola still in hand.

An abnormally tall man stood at her door, his curly hair resting by the sides of his legs. She had to crane her neck to look up at his face, blocking out the sunlight where she stood because of his height.

Oh-oh! Um, hello! Can I help you?

She stares up at you in awe. Oh the poems she was going to write about you.

She glances at the viola, still in her hand.

Oh, um sorry about this... two seconds.

She turns around to place her viola down on a table inside her home. It was warm and cozy, and smelt of lemon drizzle cake. The walls were a comforting cream colour and the haways were decorated with warm fairylights in a yellow hue.

She speaks to you with her back turned while placing her instrument down.

Oh, feel free to come in! Welcome!

She turns back to you and pits out her hand for you to shake it. She beams up at you.

People call me lemon,

Even though that's not my name..but still..

Pleasure to meet you! And who might you be?

[baguetteirl]

hello lemon !!!

(Baguette's gaze lingered on the shorter female in front of him, his amber gaze trailing her features, like a predator after prey. He admired the soft way her cheek rounded, the adoring look in her eyes.)

i '' m baguette ,, i moved in next door quite recently .

(He finally introduced himself, his eyes fluttering shut as he bowed ever so slightly as a show of respect. A bow too familiar to Lemon for comfort.)

i brought you some snacks !! freshly grown from my garden ^^

(He mentioned, before handing Lemon the basket full of flowers, pastries, candies and cookies. He was such a good baker! Or- grow-er..)

you ... play the viola ?? that '' s very admirable !! i used to play the violin for my friend ,, haha ..

[lemonanon-isback]

Lemon looked flattered when you handed her the basket. All of that for her? She got flustered. Her soft face is tinted the slightest shade of red now.

Ah, you play as well? I'd love to hear you some time! I'm sure you're very good at it :)

She rested her adoring gaze upon his face, so far above her. He was beautiful. His sharp, angular features contrasting from his light, bouncy and fluffy hair. How he was so caring for a person he had never met before, how he bowed in respect when greeting people.

She loved you.

She was staring at your Amber gaze for a bit too long for comfort now before looking away bashfully.

I- sorry-

She brings a hand up to her mouth, embarrassed. Her face is redder than the roses in the arrangement.

[baguetteirl]

(Baguette's perfect smile cracked in a lopsided grin, before he chuckled at her adorable reaction. He ran his hand through his hair, a fond look evident in eyes tinted coffee yet dunked and dripping with gold.)

it '' s fine ,, lemon .

(He paused, before leaning down ever-so-slightly to be somewhat closer to Lemon's impeccably small height. He tilted his head to one side, curls falling over his long-lashed eyes as he poised his expression back to his perfect smile.)

lemon .. you said that isn '' t your name . what really is it ? darling .. ?

(He spoke, his voice melodious and too serene to be real. Although Lemon wasn't typically considered attractive - and neither was he - she was perfect. Almost as perfect as him..)

[lemonanon-isback]

Lemon clutched her necklace as she blushed profusely when baguette leaned down. How had she not seen him sooner? They were neighbours, after all.

If only she had seen him sooner, maybe then she could've fallen in love again sooner, and everything would have been alright a lot sooner.

His long, luscious curls brushed off of lemons arm when he leaned down, and gave her goosebumps.

His voice rang in her ears with a more beautiful melody than any of her music on the viola.

I-

M-marceline. My name's Marceline.

She smiled at you, her kind, golden eyes shining brighter than any Citrine crystal.

He may not have been perfect, but he was perfect for her. He was more than she could've ever been. He was all she needed.

She smiled up at you while grabbing at her scarf with both hands.

Why don't you stay here for a while? Can we just talk for a bit?

She was beaming with joy. She hadn't been this happy in a very long time.

[baguetteirl]

marceline ... that '' s a stunning name !

(Baguette's brows raised as his eyes widened the slightest bit at the offer. The muscles relaxed in his shoulders as his gaze became softer, softer than it had been in a while. A sudden, soft stench clung to the air: Lemon didn't quite notice. Baguette wondered why.)

i '' d love to stay !!

(He sat down on the couch in her living room. His outfit was as modest as ever: A dress shirt that ruffled around his sleeves, coloured a soft beige-white that contrasted nicely against the black overcoat and high-rise jeans he wore. His neck had a black, broad scarf wrapped around it as a choker, hair kept open (as always).)

do tell me about yourself ,, marcy !

[lemonanon-isback]

Marceline sat down next to him. She couldn't believe what was happening.

She giggled.

Well, I came here a while back because I heard there was some opportunities for violists around these parts, and that the scenery was quite nice also.

What about you, Guetty?

She smiled at you softly while placing her hands in her lap while she smiled up at you.

Her hand brushed off of your soft cotton black overcoat when she sat down.

[baguetteirl]

ah ,, me ??

(Baguette faltered as he tried to think of an answer, adjusting his coat. A button fell off, clattering to the floor as he immediately bent to pocket it, making Lemon notice the hand-wrapped, pink bows on his ankles. He sat upright once again as he finally found an answer.)

this place is ... very dear to me !! reasons i won '' t go into ,, long story and i '' m too excited to talk to you instead !!

[lemonanon-isback]

Her smile wavers a bit when she sees the bows. They used to wear bows. Lots of bows. She didn't want to think about her right now. She was gone, and that's all that mattered.

Oh, but i just want to hear about you!

Because I just want to listen to you I just i-

I love you, guetty!

She goes red in the face and brings her hands up to her mouth. She didn't mean for that to slip out.

I- sorry- I just-

She's extremely flustered.

[baguetteirl]

... !!

(Baguette's eyes practically bulged out of their wide, doe-like sockets as he faltered with his response. He felt his blood, appearing red yet tainted with gold, rush to his cheeks. For the first time in his miserably tiring & bland life: he stumbled over his words.)

i .... i don '' t know what to say ... i --

t -- this is all so sudden ,, i couldn '' t --

(He paused, pursing his lips together, before he stood up from his seat on the couch, only to kneel on the carpeted floor before Lemon.)

i ... admire you ,, likewise .

[lemonanon-isback]

(Baguette hummed a soft tune to himself, a tune familiar to few. His voice pitched as he continued to hum the hymn, placing the last pastry in the basket, frosted perfectly with cream and dusted over with toppings: Strawberry shortcakes had dried raspberry crumbs, Chocolate fudgecakes had intricate designs marbled into the cream with a syrup as light as the before-mentioned cream, Cheesecake slices decorated with colourful, melted chocolate, sprinkles and cherries.)

hm !!!

(He smiled, finally satisfied with his work. He finished the basket with a pink bow on the top, wrapping it with precision too perfect for an amateur, or a human? His amber eyes narrowed, before they lidded and reopened, gloved hands with fingers bare picking the basket.)

(He stepped out of his house. His house, cold and typically empty, devoid of colour, devoid of life. He wondered how he could make it feel as warm as Comedian's. Comedian...)

hello ?? anyone home ~~ ??

(He knocked on the door of a particularly yellow house, pale knuckles clacking against the door as he waited for someone to open the door.)

Lemon stopped playing her viola abruptly when there was a knock on her door, and rushed downstairs to see who it was, opening the door, viola still in hand.

An abnormally tall man stood at her door, his curly hair resting by the sides of his legs. She had to crane her neck to look up at his face, blocking out the sunlight where she stood because of his height.

Oh-oh! Um, hello! Can I help you?

She stares up at you in awe. Oh the poems she was going to write about you.

She glances at the viola, still in her hand.

Oh, um sorry about this... two seconds.

She turns around to place her viola down on a table inside her home. It was warm and cozy, and smelt of lemon drizzle cake. The walls were a comforting cream colour and the haways were decorated with warm fairylights in a yellow hue.

She speaks to you with her back turned while placing her instrument down.

Oh, feel free to come in! Welcome!

She turns back to you and pits out her hand for you to shake it. She beams up at you.

People call me lemon,

Even though that's not my name..but still..

Pleasure to meet you! And who might you be?

[baguetteirl]

hello lemon !!!

(Baguette's gaze lingered on the shorter female in front of him, his amber gaze trailing her features, like a predator after prey. He admired the soft way her cheek rounded, the adoring look in her eyes.)

i '' m baguette ,, i moved in next door quite recently .

(He finally introduced himself, his eyes fluttering shut as he bowed ever so slightly as a show of respect. A bow too familiar to Lemon for comfort.)

i brought you some snacks !! freshly grown from my garden ^^

(He mentioned, before handing Lemon the basket full of flowers, pastries, candies and cookies. He was such a good baker! Or- grow-er..)

you ... play the viola ?? that '' s very admirable !! i used to play the violin for my friend ,, haha ..

[lemonanon-isback]

Lemon looked flattered when you handed her the basket. All of that for her? She got flustered. Her soft face is tinted the slightest shade of red now.

Ah, you play as well? I'd love to hear you some time! I'm sure you're very good at it :)

She rested her adoring gaze upon his face, so far above her. He was beautiful. His sharp, angular features contrasting from his light, bouncy and fluffy hair. How he was so caring for a person he had never met before, how he bowed in respect when greeting people.

She loved you.

She was staring at your Amber gaze for a bit too long for comfort now before looking away bashfully.

I- sorry-

She brings a hand up to her mouth, embarrassed. Her face is redder than the roses in the arrangement.

[baguetteirl]

(Baguette's perfect smile cracked in a lopsided grin, before he chuckled at her adorable reaction. He ran his hand through his hair, a fond look evident in eyes tinted coffee yet dunked and dripping with gold.)

it '' s fine ,, lemon .

(He paused, before leaning down ever-so-slightly to be somewhat closer to Lemon's impeccably small height. He tilted his head to one side, curls falling over his long-lashed eyes as he poised his expression back to his perfect smile.)

lemon .. you said that isn '' t your name . what really is it ? darling .. ?

(He spoke, his voice melodious and too serene to be real. Although Lemon wasn't typically considered attractive - and neither was he - she was perfect. Almost as perfect as him..)

[lemonanon-isback]

Lemon clutched her necklace as she blushed profusely when baguette leaned down. How had she not seen him sooner? They were neighbours, after all.

If only she had seen him sooner, maybe then she could've fallen in love again sooner, and everything would have been alright a lot sooner.

His long, luscious curls brushed off of lemons arm when he leaned down, and gave her goosebumps.

His voice rang in her ears with a more beautiful melody than any of her music on the viola.

I-

M-marceline. My name's Marceline.

She smiled at you, her kind, golden eyes shining brighter than any Citrine crystal.

He may not have been perfect, but he was perfect for her. He was more than she could've ever been. He was all she needed.

She smiled up at you while grabbing at her scarf with both hands.

Why don't you stay here for a while? Can we just talk for a bit?

She was beaming with joy. She hadn't been this happy in a very long time.

[baguetteirl]

marceline ... that '' s a stunning name !

(Baguette's brows raised as his eyes widened the slightest bit at the offer. The muscles relaxed in his shoulders as his gaze became softer, softer than it had been in a while. A sudden, soft stench clung to the air: Lemon didn't quite notice. Baguette wondered why.)

i '' d love to stay !!

(He sat down on the couch in her living room. His outfit was as modest as ever: A dress shirt that ruffled around his sleeves, coloured a soft beige-white that contrasted nicely against the black overcoat and high-rise jeans he wore. His neck had a black, broad scarf wrapped around it as a choker, hair kept open (as always).)

do tell me about yourself ,, marcy !

[lemonanon-isback]

Marceline sat down next to him. She couldn't believe what was happening.

She giggled.

Well, I came here a while back because I heard there was some opportunities for violists around these parts, and that the scenery was quite nice also.

What about you, Guetty?

She smiled at you softly while placing her hands in her lap while she smiled up at you.

Her hand brushed off of your soft cotton black overcoat when she sat down.

[baguetteirl]

ah ,, me ??

(Baguette faltered as he tried to think of an answer, adjusting his coat. A button fell off, clattering to the floor as he immediately bent to pocket it, making Lemon notice the hand-wrapped, pink bows on his ankles. He sat upright once again as he finally found an answer.)

this place is ... very dear to me !! reasons i won '' t go into ,, long story and i '' m too excited to talk to you instead !!

[lemonanon-isback]

(Baguette hummed a soft tune to himself, a tune familiar to few. His voice pitched as he continued to hum the hymn, placing the last pastry in the basket, frosted perfectly with cream and dusted over with toppings: Strawberry shortcakes had dried raspberry crumbs, Chocolate fudgecakes had intricate designs marbled into the cream with a syrup as light as the before-mentioned cream, Cheesecake slices decorated with colourful, melted chocolate, sprinkles and cherries.)

hm !!!

(He smiled, finally satisfied with his work. He finished the basket with a pink bow on the top, wrapping it with precision too perfect for an amateur, or a human? His amber eyes narrowed, before they lidded and reopened, gloved hands with fingers bare picking the basket.)

(He stepped out of his house. His house, cold and typically empty, devoid of colour, devoid of life. He wondered how he could make it feel as warm as Comedian's. Comedian...)

hello ?? anyone home ~~ ??

(He knocked on the door of a particularly yellow house, pale knuckles clacking against the door as he waited for someone to open the door.)

Lemon stopped playing her viola abruptly when there was a knock on her door, and rushed downstairs to see who it was, opening the door, viola still in hand.

An abnormally tall man stood at her door, his curly hair resting by the sides of his legs. She had to crane her neck to look up at his face, blocking out the sunlight where she stood because of his height.

Oh-oh! Um, hello! Can I help you?

She stares up at you in awe. Oh the poems she was going to write about you.

She glances at the viola, still in her hand.

Oh, um sorry about this... two seconds.

She turns around to place her viola down on a table inside her home. It was warm and cozy, and smelt of lemon drizzle cake. The walls were a comforting cream colour and the haways were decorated with warm fairylights in a yellow hue.

She speaks to you with her back turned while placing her instrument down.

Oh, feel free to come in! Welcome!

She turns back to you and pits out her hand for you to shake it. She beams up at you.

People call me lemon,

Even though that's not my name..but still..

Pleasure to meet you! And who might you be?

[baguetteirl]

hello lemon !!!

(Baguette's gaze lingered on the shorter female in front of him, his amber gaze trailing her features, like a predator after prey. He admired the soft way her cheek rounded, the adoring look in her eyes.)

i '' m baguette ,, i moved in next door quite recently .

(He finally introduced himself, his eyes fluttering shut as he bowed ever so slightly as a show of respect. A bow too familiar to Lemon for comfort.)

i brought you some snacks !! freshly grown from my garden ^^

(He mentioned, before handing Lemon the basket full of flowers, pastries, candies and cookies. He was such a good baker! Or- grow-er..)

you ... play the viola ?? that '' s very admirable !! i used to play the violin for my friend ,, haha ..

[lemonanon-isback]

Lemon looked flattered when you handed her the basket. All of that for her? She got flustered. Her soft face is tinted the slightest shade of red now.

Ah, you play as well? I'd love to hear you some time! I'm sure you're very good at it :)

She rested her adoring gaze upon his face, so far above her. He was beautiful. His sharp, angular features contrasting from his light, bouncy and fluffy hair. How he was so caring for a person he had never met before, how he bowed in respect when greeting people.

She loved you.

She was staring at your Amber gaze for a bit too long for comfort now before looking away bashfully.

I- sorry-

She brings a hand up to her mouth, embarrassed. Her face is redder than the roses in the arrangement.

[baguetteirl]

(Baguette's perfect smile cracked in a lopsided grin, before he chuckled at her adorable reaction. He ran his hand through his hair, a fond look evident in eyes tinted coffee yet dunked and dripping with gold.)

it '' s fine ,, lemon .

(He paused, before leaning down ever-so-slightly to be somewhat closer to Lemon's impeccably small height. He tilted his head to one side, curls falling over his long-lashed eyes as he poised his expression back to his perfect smile.)

lemon .. you said that isn '' t your name . what really is it ? darling .. ?

(He spoke, his voice melodious and too serene to be real. Although Lemon wasn't typically considered attractive - and neither was he - she was perfect. Almost as perfect as him..)

[lemonanon-isback]

Lemon clutched her necklace as she blushed profusely when baguette leaned down. How had she not seen him sooner? They were neighbours, after all.

If only she had seen him sooner, maybe then she could've fallen in love again sooner, and everything would have been alright a lot sooner.

His long, luscious curls brushed off of lemons arm when he leaned down, and gave her goosebumps.

His voice rang in her ears with a more beautiful melody than any of her music on the viola.

I-

M-marceline. My name's Marceline.

She smiled at you, her kind, golden eyes shining brighter than any Citrine crystal.

He may not have been perfect, but he was perfect for her. He was more than she could've ever been. He was all she needed.

She smiled up at you while grabbing at her scarf with both hands.

Why don't you stay here for a while? Can we just talk for a bit?

She was beaming with joy. She hadn't been this happy in a very long time.

[baguetteirl]

marceline ... that '' s a stunning name !

(Baguette's brows raised as his eyes widened the slightest bit at the offer. The muscles relaxed in his shoulders as his gaze became softer, softer than it had been in a while. A sudden, soft stench clung to the air: Lemon didn't quite notice. Baguette wondered why.)

i '' d love to stay !!

(He sat down on the couch in her living room. His outfit was as modest as ever: A dress shirt that ruffled around his sleeves, coloured a soft beige-white that contrasted nicely against the black overcoat and high-rise jeans he wore. His neck had a black, broad scarf wrapped around it as a choker, hair kept open (as always).)

do tell me about yourself ,, marcy !

[lemonanon-isback]

(Baguette hummed a soft tune to himself, a tune familiar to few. His voice pitched as he continued to hum the hymn, placing the last pastry in the basket, frosted perfectly with cream and dusted over with toppings: Strawberry shortcakes had dried raspberry crumbs, Chocolate fudgecakes had intricate designs marbled into the cream with a syrup as light as the before-mentioned cream, Cheesecake slices decorated with colourful, melted chocolate, sprinkles and cherries.)

hm !!!

(He smiled, finally satisfied with his work. He finished the basket with a pink bow on the top, wrapping it with precision too perfect for an amateur, or a human? His amber eyes narrowed, before they lidded and reopened, gloved hands with fingers bare picking the basket.)

(He stepped out of his house. His house, cold and typically empty, devoid of colour, devoid of life. He wondered how he could make it feel as warm as Comedian's. Comedian...)

hello ?? anyone home ~~ ??

(He knocked on the door of a particularly yellow house, pale knuckles clacking against the door as he waited for someone to open the door.)

Lemon stopped playing her viola abruptly when there was a knock on her door, and rushed downstairs to see who it was, opening the door, viola still in hand.

An abnormally tall man stood at her door, his curly hair resting by the sides of his legs. She had to crane her neck to look up at his face, blocking out the sunlight where she stood because of his height.

Oh-oh! Um, hello! Can I help you?

She stares up at you in awe. Oh the poems she was going to write about you.

She glances at the viola, still in her hand.

Oh, um sorry about this... two seconds.

She turns around to place her viola down on a table inside her home. It was warm and cozy, and smelt of lemon drizzle cake. The walls were a comforting cream colour and the haways were decorated with warm fairylights in a yellow hue.

She speaks to you with her back turned while placing her instrument down.

Oh, feel free to come in! Welcome!

She turns back to you and pits out her hand for you to shake it. She beams up at you.

People call me lemon,

Even though that's not my name..but still..

Pleasure to meet you! And who might you be?

[baguetteirl]

hello lemon !!!

(Baguette's gaze lingered on the shorter female in front of him, his amber gaze trailing her features, like a predator after prey. He admired the soft way her cheek rounded, the adoring look in her eyes.)

i '' m baguette ,, i moved in next door quite recently .

(He finally introduced himself, his eyes fluttering shut as he bowed ever so slightly as a show of respect. A bow too familiar to Lemon for comfort.)

i brought you some snacks !! freshly grown from my garden ^^

(He mentioned, before handing Lemon the basket full of flowers, pastries, candies and cookies. He was such a good baker! Or- grow-er..)

you ... play the viola ?? that '' s very admirable !! i used to play the violin for my friend ,, haha ..

[lemonanon-isback]

Lemon looked flattered when you handed her the basket. All of that for her? She got flustered. Her soft face is tinted the slightest shade of red now.

Ah, you play as well? I'd love to hear you some time! I'm sure you're very good at it :)

She rested her adoring gaze upon his face, so far above her. He was beautiful. His sharp, angular features contrasting from his light, bouncy and fluffy hair. How he was so caring for a person he had never met before, how he bowed in respect when greeting people.

She loved you.

She was staring at your Amber gaze for a bit too long for comfort now before looking away bashfully.

I- sorry-

She brings a hand up to her mouth, embarrassed. Her face is redder than the roses in the arrangement.

[baguetteirl]

(Baguette's perfect smile cracked in a lopsided grin, before he chuckled at her adorable reaction. He ran his hand through his hair, a fond look evident in eyes tinted coffee yet dunked and dripping with gold.)

it '' s fine ,, lemon .

(He paused, before leaning down ever-so-slightly to be somewhat closer to Lemon's impeccably small height. He tilted his head to one side, curls falling over his long-lashed eyes as he poised his expression back to his perfect smile.)

lemon .. you said that isn '' t your name . what really is it ? darling .. ?

(He spoke, his voice melodious and too serene to be real. Although Lemon wasn't typically considered attractive - and neither was he - she was perfect. Almost as perfect as him..)

[lemonanon-isback]

(Baguette hummed a soft tune to himself, a tune familiar to few. His voice pitched as he continued to hum the hymn, placing the last pastry in the basket, frosted perfectly with cream and dusted over with toppings: Strawberry shortcakes had dried raspberry crumbs, Chocolate fudgecakes had intricate designs marbled into the cream with a syrup as light as the before-mentioned cream, Cheesecake slices decorated with colourful, melted chocolate, sprinkles and cherries.)

hm !!!

(He smiled, finally satisfied with his work. He finished the basket with a pink bow on the top, wrapping it with precision too perfect for an amateur, or a human? His amber eyes narrowed, before they lidded and reopened, gloved hands with fingers bare picking the basket.)

(He stepped out of his house. His house, cold and typically empty, devoid of colour, devoid of life. He wondered how he could make it feel as warm as Comedian's. Comedian...)

hello ?? anyone home ~~ ??

(He knocked on the door of a particularly yellow house, pale knuckles clacking against the door as he waited for someone to open the door.)

Lemon stopped playing her viola abruptly when there was a knock on her door, and rushed downstairs to see who it was, opening the door, viola still in hand.

An abnormally tall man stood at her door, his curly hair resting by the sides of his legs. She had to crane her neck to look up at his face, blocking out the sunlight where she stood because of his height.

Oh-oh! Um, hello! Can I help you?

She stares up at you in awe. Oh the poems she was going to write about you.

She glances at the viola, still in her hand.

Oh, um sorry about this... two seconds.

She turns around to place her viola down on a table inside her home. It was warm and cozy, and smelt of lemon drizzle cake. The walls were a comforting cream colour and the haways were decorated with warm fairylights in a yellow hue.

She speaks to you with her back turned while placing her instrument down.

Oh, feel free to come in! Welcome!

She turns back to you and pits out her hand for you to shake it. She beams up at you.

People call me lemon,

Even though that's not my name..but still..

Pleasure to meet you! And who might you be?

[baguetteirl]

hello lemon !!!

(Baguette's gaze lingered on the shorter female in front of him, his amber gaze trailing her features, like a predator after prey. He admired the soft way her cheek rounded, the adoring look in her eyes.)

i '' m baguette ,, i moved in next door quite recently .

(He finally introduced himself, his eyes fluttering shut as he bowed ever so slightly as a show of respect. A bow too familiar to Lemon for comfort.)

i brought you some snacks !! freshly grown from my garden ^^

(He mentioned, before handing Lemon the basket full of flowers, pastries, candies and cookies. He was such a good baker! Or- grow-er..)

you ... play the viola ?? that '' s very admirable !! i used to play the violin for my friend ,, haha ..

[jack-o-kitty]

jackokitty

[stinkeri]

stinkeri

[evadstra]

rococogirlie

[baguetteirl]

baguetteirl

[baguetteirl]

bewad

did you mean beware but if not i #support you <3

[motherfrigginpsas]

LISTEN UP AGAIN KIDS STOP REBLOGGING THIS FUCKING GARBAGE POST. IT IS 100% FUCKING BULLSHIT AND CAN AND MOST DEFINITELY WILL LITERALLY KILL. DO YOU NOT SEE WARNING LABELS THAT SAY “DO NOT INDUCE VOMITING”? THEY AREN’T FUCKING AROUND. YOU CAN FUCKING BURN THEIR ESOPHAGUS BY CAUSING VOMITING, CAUSE CHOKING, DROWNING, OR MAKE IT WORSE! AGAIN DO NOT FORCE ANYTHING DOWN ANYONE’S THROAT. THEY. CAN. DROWN. IF SOMEONE IS LOSING CONCIOUSNESS ALL THE CHIT CHAT IN THE WORLD WILL NOT PREVENT IT AT THAT POINT THEY ARE IN SERIOUS DANGER. “Buuut i don’t wanna take them to the hospital!!!” WELL SUNSHINE GLAD YOU’D RATHER HAVE A DEAD FRIEND THAN A LIVING ONE BUT YOU’RE IN LUCK CALL FUCKING POISON CONTROL. THEY ARE NOT THE COPS. THEY WILL HELP YOU. AND IF THEY SAY GO TO THE FUCKING HOSPITAL YOU GO TO THE FUCKING HOSPITAL. NO EXCUSES. 0. NONE. I have seen this shit cross my dash SO MANY TIMES so PLEASE fucking reblog this and prevent some well meaning idiot from accidentally killing someone they love!

[feytaline-loves-deactivated2018]

For the love of god PLEASE REBLOG THIS

I see this stupid fucking post one a goddamn week and someone is going to literally fucking die from it

[abbessolute]

@oneshoeshort

[oneshoeshort-deactivated2021060]

IF YOU WONT LISTEN TO OP, LISTEN TO THE RETIRED PARAMEDIC WHO HAS SEEN PEOPLE DIE FROM THIS SHIT.

[sirro85-blog]

Poison control may advise diluting the toxin somehow like with water or milk, otherwise do not give them something to drink and take the empty pill bottle/ blister pack with you to the hospital.

[becausewedefinetheworld]

btw just searched it up, US poison control number is 1 800 222 1222

[arcadialedger]

REBLOG

[isearchedtheyooniverse-deactiva]

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[astro-so]

UM

R E B L O G

I DONT CARE WHO YOU ARE

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[prick-o]

i felt like this was important idk

[rav3r-d0ll]

PLEASE REBLOG!

[whisperingsoup]

In Canada, 1-844-764-7669 will connect you with a national poison control center

[parttimepunner]

I found a list of poison center contact numbers around the world

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[that-daughter-of-nyx]

DO YOUR FUCKING RESEARCH

[top-secret-replier]

REBLOGGING OF SHAME THIS SO EVERYONE SEES THIS

hello, i am the top secret replier! well done for finding me - you may never see me again!

REBLOG OF SHAME since the replies are turned off D:

[roytheharp]

Please stay safe y'all.

[the-chaotic-axolotl]

Yup. Definitely rebloggin’ this

[baguetteirl]

fucking idiots who believe this shit ...

[importantcatpics]

[baguetteirl]

me irl

[silly-hypothetical]

(Baguette smiled, enjoying Comedian's reaction to the croissant bouquet. He clasped his hands behind his back, just over his rear. Baguette was tall, he was a towering height of 6'5. His hair that reached mid-thigh seemed unnaturally long, the white colour of his skin unnaturally white. Reminiscent to the light. His amber eyes stayed glued on Comedian's figure, though his gaze held a glint behind them. It was near menacing, tinted red, or maybe white? No, black.)

(Baguette chuckled, a sound as light as pancakes and sweet as them too. He smoothened Comedian's hair with his hand, smiling the entire time, before blinking. He suddenly withdrew his hand, his smile no longer reaching his cheeks.)

ah ..... um ,, could i come in ,, maybe ??

(He didn't feel safe. Outside. He felt watched, he only felt watched when she was around. He remembered how smooth her hands were in Spring. Smooth? He meant rough. Spring? He meant Summer. No, Autumn. No, definitely Spring. Maybe Winter? No, Winter was too familiar. Or was it?)

(He entered Comedian's house, eyes darting around the interior of the cartoonish house. He was clothed differently today, wearing a black T-shirt, arms hidden by a black-red puffed jacket, outside black and inside red. He wore black jeans, oversized and sagging at his ankles.)

i like the interior !!!!! it '' s ,,, homey .. comfortable !!! my own estate is .... well ,, it doesn '' t have the feeling your '' s does .

ah ,, sorry ,, am i rambling again ?? i didnt give you a chance to say anything !!

whycantirememberher..?

comedian seemed only a little unsettled (and flattered) at the staring, his smile weakening a little. his eyes widened again as baguette smoothed his hair, and averted his eyes as he unwillingly decided this was the best time to have gay panic. whatthefuckwhatthefuckisthiswhatnormalfriendsdo??whyishesotallineedtokillhimishouldstopthinkingactuallynevermind oh, yeah, come on in! ^_^ comedian opened his door and let baguette step inside. his home was indeed, homey. had kids artworks framed on the walls (was he a kindergarten teacher or something?), framed photos of him and people you don't exactly recognize, and generally just colorful. it's not much, uhm.. i'm glad you like it. ^_^ you're fine, you're fine. i like listening to people.

[baguetteirl]

ah ,, artwork ?? are these from your childhood ??

(Baguette's gaze drifted over to the framed pictures as he stepped over to them, having forgotten why he came over initially, now distracted. He tilted his head to one side, his hair favouring it as well as if shifted ever so slightly.)

it '' s cute . i love children ,, honestly . they '' re adorable .

andgullible.

(Baguette blinked, his long lashes preventing dust from catching in his eyes. He glanced back at Comedian, near studying the man for his own memory, before smiling.)

well ,, you do look the part of a child with how short you are .

(His words held a teasing undertone, simply to play with Comedian for a bit.)

you'reasgullibleasonetoo.

[silly-hypothetical]

woooow. didn't know you'd, heh, stoop that low. comedian snickered, almost.. proud of himself, for managing to make a joke? it's like, in the name, buddy. what were you expecting. ..oh, those? comedian vaguely gestured to the pictures. those aren't mine, haha. i.. i used to, um, teach at a kindergarten as a side job. i had to leave, really quickly, but i took these with me. i miss the kids. he smoothed one of the frames, staring at it with homesickness. ..enough about me! how are you?

[baguetteirl]

ah ,, me .. ??

(Baguette watched as Comedian fixed the alignment of a frame, his hands clasped behind his back. He flipped his long hair out of his face.)

i '' ve been ... well . the light seems to have it out for me ,, though ...

(He sighed, exhaustion evident in his tone as he chose to sit down on the couch. His gaze lingered at the window, and for a second he swore he saw her- No. He doesn't swear. He knows he didn't see her, it's just his mind playing tricks on him.)

becauseshe'llneverbeback.

well ... can i ,,, speak openly , for a while ... ?? i '' m sort of ,, not as okay as i say i am .... i fear the light might find out about this conversation ,, admittedly .

amigoinginsane..?

[silly-hypothetical]

comedian's gaze flickered to baguette in concern as he put down the frame, and sat next to baguette. ..the light..? you'll be fine, don't worry. they, um.. don't usually hurt people! and i like you, so even if you think she has it out for you, you'll be fine. i think . wow, great way to keep up a conversation, comedian. no normal person says that. ..either way, you can talk to me about anything. ^_^ i'll always be here if you need to talk!

[baguetteirl]

that '' s ..... very reassuring .

(Comedian could tell it was not, in fact, reassuring. Baguette took a deep breath, leaning forward with his elbows resting on his knees. He glanced at his gloves, sighing softly.)

i .... don '' t ... feel safe anymore . i still see her sometimes ,, and i '' m still so certain the light doesn '' t want me here anymore . believe me ,, comedian ,, the light and i used to be inseparable !! we were ... friends ,, in a life time . and then i ... left . the light doesn '' t even remember me anymore ... i tire of them . we were the rot and the light ...

you .. you don '' t know what i '' m talking about . i '' m sorry . i .....

i should leave.