Almonds and Apple Seeds

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[cyanide-ler-blog]

"̦̬̝͈͇̗̫̻̩͟͠͠M̶̪̥̲͈͔̪̤̯̘̥̗̦̼͉̝̞̜ͅo̴̧̦͔͍̟͙̜͍̻͈t̵͈͎͈̬̜͈͘͝h̡̤̤̫͓͇̳̼͚̮̣̭͉̟̞̘͉̯̟́͠e̕͞͏͚̩̝̖̗̟ͅr̸̴̷̢̼͖̗̯͔̖̰͓.̱̭̰̯̩̥̪͉̭̼̙̖́͘͜ͅ.̡̠̙͠ͅ.̡̧̤̱͎͕̤̱̥͔͈̜͠?̵̮̦̝"̨͏̠̗̼̘͇͍͓ͅ

[ask-gryffindor-ler]

[cyanide-ler-blog]

Though it was difficult to make out at first, the scratches weren’t actually random. They had some semblance of rhyme and reason to them, though it took a great deal of focus to figure out what they said exactly. It was to be expected, really. Cyanide wasn’t in the best state of mind when he wrote the “note,” after all.

GR YFF PLEASE

icanti’msorryplease vOICES C ANT HEAR ANYTHING ELSE CANTHEARANYTHI

helpme                                                dying

                          caNT REMEMBERWHY WHO AMI??ONCELEROR?

tried to hide tried to hide didnt want to hurt you sorry couldnt hurt you

runAWAY AWAY                            RUN I’M SORRY CANT

                            BLOOD

ilovey

The rest of the counter was covered with apologies written in an increasingly shaky manner. There were a few droplets of dried blood here and there, but nothing to indicate where the male had ran off to. He was simply gone, lost in his own madness. He had done everything in his power to hide it, shutting himself away in his house, trying to avoid his friends and boyfriend. Unfortunately, his efforts seemed to be in vain. His mind was deteriorating at an alarming rate, and the man eventually took it upon himself to go into a self-imposed exile, if only to protect those he cared about.

Perhaps he would be back one day, though whether he would the individuals he knew once before was debatable. The sweet, gentle Cyanide was almost certainly dead for a second time, and there was nothing anyone could do about it.

[ask-gryffindor-ler]

It took What felt like hours to Gryff to finally decipher the scratches. and when he finally did, he fell to his knee’s, everything was closing in onto him, as he felt his whole world collasp. “he’s…gone…” he mumbled to himself curling up into a ball on the bloodied floor. Everything hurt, and the tears wouldn’t stop streaming down his face. When he remembered he could track the other, he jumped up, and pulled out his wand. But when he casted the spell, it only led him to nowhere. Trying time after time, each time leading him hopelessly nowhere he finally gave up and returned home, broken and almost lifeless. 

[ask-gryffindor-ler]

[ask-gryffindor-ler]

Gryff gasped when he saw the scene in front of him. looking around for some evidence that Cyn was still alive. looking around he searched the house for some clue. it wasn’t until hours later that he found the kitchen counter, all scratched up.

[cyanide-ler-blog]

Though it was difficult to make out at first, the scratches weren't actually random. They had some semblance of rhyme and reason to them, though it took a great deal of focus to figure out what they said exactly. It was to be expected, really. Cyanide wasn't in the best state of mind when he wrote the "note," after all.

GR YFF PLEASE

icanti'msorryplease vOICES C ANT HEAR ANYTHING ELSE CANTHEARANYTHI

helpme                                                dying

                          caNT REMEMBERWHY WHO AMI??ONCELEROR?

tried to hide tried to hide didnt want to hurt you sorry couldnt hurt you

runAWAY AWAY                            RUN I'M SORRY CANT

                            BLOOD

ilovey

The rest of the counter was covered with apologies written in an increasingly shaky manner. There were a few droplets of dried blood here and there, but nothing to indicate where the male had ran off to. He was simply gone, lost in his own madness. He had done everything in his power to hide it, shutting himself away in his house, trying to avoid his friends and boyfriend. Unfortunately, his efforts seemed to be in vain. His mind was deteriorating at an alarming rate, and the man eventually took it upon himself to go into a self-imposed exile, if only to protect those he cared about.

Perhaps he would be back one day, though whether he would the individuals he knew once before was debatable. The sweet, gentle Cyanide was almost certainly dead for a second time, and there was nothing anyone could do about it.

[ask-gryffindor-ler]

@Cyanide-ler

“cyn…are you there?” Gryff asked standing outside cyn’s door for the 8th time that week after recieving no responce form the other male again, he entered the house. the musky smell hit him instantly, as the lights were out and everything was cold and dark. Somewhat natural for cyn’s house.

“cyn?” gryff called out to the cold house as he walked over to the light switch, shivering at the cold breeze behind him.

[cyanide-ler-blog]

The small house was empty and devoid of any life. It seemed as if no one had been inside the building for a week at the very least. Though the light switch had been flipped on, the usual warm glow that filled the Once-ler's tiny home was absent; the bulb had been shattered and ground into a dust-like state, the remains on the floor just a few feet away from where Gryff stood.

The air was filled with a thick smell of blood and decay, and the walls, in a rather sad state to begin with, were torn to shreds; long, thick claw marks had been raked across them, creating deep gashes in the fragile wood. They were decorated with macabre splashes of dried blood, the majority of which were assumed to have originated from the decaying corpse of a mauled bar-ba-loot, dragged partially behind the couch.

Cyanide was not there. And he hadn't been there in quite a while.

[ask-gryffindor-ler]

This picture goes along with this chat…

I mean How does one fuck with with that kind of dick?

[cyanide-ler-blog]

It's... It's December, right?

"I don't... Exactly remember... Hmmm..."

[toxicroagunk-deactivated2022110]

he wants the d, cyn

[cyanide-ler-blog]

Gryff woke up some moments later, finding himself in a cocoon of blankets he sort of struggled get out of. "Cyn?" he called out

Cyanide was sitting at the table he had pushed into the kitchen-like area of his tiny home. He didn't seem to be completely there, more focused on counting every single scratch he had inflicted with his own claws on the wooden surface before him. There was a cup of coffee pushed dejectedly to the side, barely touched and already quite cold.

It took him a few seconds to realize Gryff was trying to get his attention. He glanced over his shoulder, shooting the younger male a quizzical look. "Oh! Y-you're awake, then? I, uh... How are you?"

[cyanide-ler-blog]

remember when this happened?

"U-uh... Nope! Ahaha, that never happened! N-never! I haven't the slightest idea w-what you're talking about, or w-where you got that picture from!

L-let's... Just q-quietly burn that and, uh... Never s-speak of this again, shall we?"

[cyanide-ler-blog]

Gryff wrapped his arms around the thin males, nuzzling his head into the other's chest. "mmhhhhilovey...u" he said, drifting off too sleep

Cyanide blinked, eyes wide at the sudden show of affection. After a moment, he smiled, picking up the younger male and carrying him over to the pile of blankets and pillows in the corner of the room. "Y-yeah..." He said quietly, laying Gryff down in the center, throwing a couple sheets over him so he would stay warm in the small, chilly house. "I... Y-you too."

[cyanide-ler-blog]

私はあなたを非常に愛しなさい。シアン化物。あなたは私の唯一の真の愛である、と私はあなたなしでどうなるかわからない。

"Uh... Y-you're saying... Something. I don't exactly know w-what that means, but... Thank you? I'm, uh... I'm assuming it's a good thing?"

[plaguedoctoronce-ler-blog]

OOC Post

((I’m sorry I haven’t been online as of late; my Father has been in the hospital.))

[cyanide-ler-blog]

We should go on Date! Like to the park or The movies or.... Hey Cyn! We should go on A Date!

"Um... I t-think you said that twice, but... Okay." He smiled, looking slightly confused. "What do you want to do in particular? I mean, I don't really c-care where we go or anything. It's all up t-to you."

[cyanide-ler-blog]

'Ello there buddy

"Ah! Hello, there! Uh, h-have we met before? If not, t-then it's nice to meet you!"

[cyanide-ler-blog]

"You are quite the looking Once-ler. Claws, and Fangs, and geez you're tall..."

"Ahaha... T-thank you! I mean, that was a good thing, right? I hope? I'm sorry, I don't mean to look so strange or anything. It's, uh... Not m-my fault.

But, anyways, hello! I don't t-think we've formally met before, so... It's n-nice to meet you! You look l-like quite the interesting Once-ler, as well! And, uh... I mean that in a good way."

[cyanide-ler-blog]

nooo, I love you :3 <3 thats what

[cyanide-ler-blog]

Hey. hey. hey, guess what

"Um... I don't k-know, what? Is something wrong?"