a flower crushed in the hands of a beast. ".. doubt, that is all that's left for me." Truthless Recluse RP acc, will occasionally post stuff of personal au.
"Give up now, it's less painful then bearing the TRUTH"
Hmhn, hello.. there..
"Pure Vanilla is no longer my name, for I am now..Truthless Recluse."
Hello, cookies. I have approached the idea of making a.."blog" or whatever other cookies call it.
I will be.."kind".
★ Hollyberry blog @oathoftheshield
> Asks are opened.
MAGIC ASK LIST!
Naptime Recluse! (10/10)
Switcharoo Recluse!(8/8)
Forget me Recluse! (10/10) (This one is kinda just everywhere, search the hashtag instead!)
Do it again Recluse! (10/10)
With that out of the way, before you send an ask..
! I allow semi explicit asks, but no NSFW.
! If I am uncomfortable with your ask I will not answer.
! I am open to any rp, given if it's within my rules.
! I am open to any ship rps, but I do not allow proships/dark ships.
! For ooc responses, add ★ at the end of Ur asks.
! This is not an official blog, therefore nothing I say is canon and you will find additional head canons that do not follow the canon story.
! I am not online 24/7 so responses might take awhile sometimes. Maybe even a day, considering I have school, work, etc.
! I dabble in other aus of TR as well, so don't be shy.
! There will occasionally be angst/art/lore posts, they will be tagged and censored accordingly.
! The Truthless in this blog isn't set in a specific timeline, the timeline is the anons choice.
! Do not @ me in random rps to continue, unless TR was mentioned, or if I am interested. If not, I will not answer.
! I would prefer if you put some effort into your roleplay asks, if I'm doing a whole paragraph but you do one sentence. I will not continue, I prefer quality over quantity. Unless it's a crack post, action, or is the general flow of the roleplay.
! My Truthless has its own headcanons, while not explicitly stated if I'm doing a rp I may occasionally slide in my own headcanons.
Headcanon posts are tagged with #headcanon · shenanigans
Art posts will be tagged with #folded · pages
Any posts with sensitive content will be tagged with #close · your · eyes
Mod only posts are tagged with #sel · in · distress
And lastly.. account belongs to @damselentor , heheh.
It was forever— or maybe it just felt like forever before Shadow Milk opened his eyes again. The world… much more apparent.
…And much too bright. He groans and covers his eyes. His head is pounding with pain, has to be the worst migraine he’s ever had.
He shifts, with what little energy he has, pulling himself upright. Urggg…
- @thegreatbeastofdeceit (nearly typed greast. the greast beast…)
★ : Greast sounds like grease..the grease beast😱😱
With whatever strength he mustured, he looked around his room. It was pretty quiet, the brightness fading a little as he slowly got back to his senses.
But something felt..off, like there was something weighing on him. More specifically his legs- ah.
"mhnn.." Truthless murmured softly, he was sat at the edge of Shadow Milk's bed and eventually fell asleep. Currently resting his head on Shadow Milk.
Recluse…? He’s pretty sure… He reaches out… or more correctly uses his magic to move himself, brushing his hand along his face… pulling back some of his hair and tucking it away from his face.
…
He can’t remember what even happened… Why does recluse look… worried, even in his sleep? Recall… recall…
Ah right… he used a gun… that explained the hammering pain in his skull… He forced the extra eyes in his hair to close… less blinding…
…
“….’clus… ‘m…” Geez, he can’t even muster an apology to him. After all he’s put him through… A single apology is impossible, to him asleep?! He didn’t deserve recluse. Not the soft sweetness of him he’d come to love… not any form of him did he deserve…. He looks away.
He’d disappear again if he could… but he doesn’t have energy for it. No… Nor would he. Recluse… didn’t deserve that. He seemed so worried.
"..? mhm- oh.." He muttered out, eyes opening a little just to make sure if Shadow Milk was alright. After taking a glance, he sat up slowly. A soft yawn as he reached out to check Shadow Milk's wound
"It's healing well..good.." He said to himself, before gently caressing Shadow Milk's head in an attempt to soothe his headache.
"Your heads probably banging.. don't talk too much, alright? Use that energy to help with the headache. You can tell me once your head's cleared.."
He flinches away, less out of pain… more caught up in his head. He didn’t deserve recluse being so gentle. Why was he so… perfect?! And why did he have to like him!?
He just looks away and down, staring at the bed. Then… carefully shaking his head, in an effort to not make his headache worse.
“…’m… ssss…” Urgh! Say it! You awful beast just say it, he deserves an apology!! “Ssss…orry.”
He pulls his knees up to his chest, curling up, “f’r… everyth’n’…”
"Ah-..don't cry dear-..!" He panicked a little, getting onto the bed to sit beside Shadow Milk. A small sigh as he tugged his arm lightly to encourage him to lean on his shoulder.
"You don't have to say sorry.. especially not for that attempt. Calm yourself first and then we'll properly apologize for whatever.. alright?" While blunt, he meant it sincerely. Holding Shadow Milk loosely, he rested his head on his chest.
It was forever— or maybe it just felt like forever before Shadow Milk opened his eyes again. The world… much more apparent.
…And much too bright. He groans and covers his eyes. His head is pounding with pain, has to be the worst migraine he’s ever had.
He shifts, with what little energy he has, pulling himself upright. Urggg…
- @thegreatbeastofdeceit (nearly typed greast. the greast beast…)
★ : Greast sounds like grease..the grease beast😱😱
With whatever strength he mustured, he looked around his room. It was pretty quiet, the brightness fading a little as he slowly got back to his senses.
But something felt..off, like there was something weighing on him. More specifically his legs- ah.
"mhnn.." Truthless murmured softly, he was sat at the edge of Shadow Milk's bed and eventually fell asleep. Currently resting his head on Shadow Milk.
Recluse…? He’s pretty sure… He reaches out… or more correctly uses his magic to move himself, brushing his hand along his face… pulling back some of his hair and tucking it away from his face.
…
He can’t remember what even happened… Why does recluse look… worried, even in his sleep? Recall… recall…
Ah right… he used a gun… that explained the hammering pain in his skull… He forced the extra eyes in his hair to close… less blinding…
…
“….’clus… ‘m…” Geez, he can’t even muster an apology to him. After all he’s put him through… A single apology is impossible, to him asleep?! He didn’t deserve recluse. Not the soft sweetness of him he’d come to love… not any form of him did he deserve…. He looks away.
He’d disappear again if he could… but he doesn’t have energy for it. No… Nor would he. Recluse… didn’t deserve that. He seemed so worried.
"..? mhm- oh.." He muttered out, eyes opening a little just to make sure if Shadow Milk was alright. After taking a glance, he sat up slowly. A soft yawn as he reached out to check Shadow Milk's wound
"It's healing well..good.." He said to himself, before gently caressing Shadow Milk's head in an attempt to soothe his headache.
"Your heads probably banging.. don't talk too much, alright? Use that energy to help with the headache. You can tell me once your head's cleared.."
It was forever— or maybe it just felt like forever before Shadow Milk opened his eyes again. The world… much more apparent.
…And much too bright. He groans and covers his eyes. His head is pounding with pain, has to be the worst migraine he’s ever had.
He shifts, with what little energy he has, pulling himself upright. Urggg…
- @thegreatbeastofdeceit (nearly typed greast. the greast beast…)
★ : Greast sounds like grease..the grease beast😱😱
With whatever strength he mustured, he looked around his room. It was pretty quiet, the brightness fading a little as he slowly got back to his senses.
But something felt..off, like there was something weighing on him. More specifically his legs- ah.
"mhnn.." Truthless murmured softly, he was sat at the edge of Shadow Milk's bed and eventually fell asleep. Currently resting his head on Shadow Milk.
A certain dramatic and loud voice missing for the past couple hours. Black Sapphire and Candy Apple had been sent out for a while now, so… silence was all that was around.
But… well! It didn’t last long.
A gunshot broke the silence.
- @thegreatbeastofdeceit :3c
★ : Hello job having winter../lh
It was weird, being in silence without the lovingly sweet voice that Truthless oh so terribly denied on being fond of.
But them again, it felt off. Too quiet, like there's no expected show up waiting for him, where is-
A gunshot makes him freeze. Wait. he's the only one in the spire.. besides
!! Shadow milk?!
He hurries, feet tapping against the cold spire floor in pure panic, if there was a place that Shadow Milk would be while at his lowest. It would be his room. And what do you know?
He steps in, hands shaking in fear. Shadow Milk..was on the floor, a gun loosely held in his hand and a bullet hole through his head.
"?! S-SHADOW MILK!"
He yells out, running over to him. Agh..he knows he can't die. But- but!
".. Shit.." he hisses out, eyes widening at his paralyzed state. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. What's he supposed to do?
He tries to cast healing magic on Shadow Milk, an attempt in numbing or healing any present pain. He's worried as hell.
"I need to clean this jam up.." he mutters under his breath, looking at his hands covered in jam, and the bloodied head of Shadow Milk. Ah..he'll talk about this later.
",,!" He gasps softly, but quickly calms his composure. He places a finger lightly on Shadow Milk's mouth.
"shh, you're gonna hurt your voice if you force that." He states firmly, but was clearly coming off as worried.
He picks up Shadow Milk, bringing him over to his bed. He tries to clean as much of the jam that he finds. A focused but worried look on his face as he cleaned Shadow Milk's wound.
He… Can’t do much else though. He can feel Truthless tending to his wound. Why? Urh… his head hurts too bad to think much about it.
“…whhy…?” Are you helping is something he can’t manage to say. Great how convenient. He doesn’t care if it’ll hurt his voice. It’s fine. He just… needs to get functioning again.
He had questions. Quite a few— he thinks anyways, he’s not really sure. Something… no. Cluse is making him groggy he’s pretty sure— or at least groggier.
He channels his magic, hand reaching to try to hold on to Recluses. His grip refuses to work but he does at least have him in a gentle hold..
He mutters some nonsense… and then he’s passing out.
"..." He's still, letting Shadow Milk hold onto him with whatever strength he has left before eventually passing out.
Taking Shadow Milk's hand, he held him while he continued cleaning up his injuries. One hand dabbing up the wound and the other holding his hand.
And soon after, once he's done. He sits on the edge of his bed, watching Shadow Milk with a worried but calmed expression. He'll wait for him to wake up..
A certain dramatic and loud voice missing for the past couple hours. Black Sapphire and Candy Apple had been sent out for a while now, so… silence was all that was around.
But… well! It didn’t last long.
A gunshot broke the silence.
- @thegreatbeastofdeceit :3c
★ : Hello job having winter../lh
It was weird, being in silence without the lovingly sweet voice that Truthless oh so terribly denied on being fond of.
But them again, it felt off. Too quiet, like there's no expected show up waiting for him, where is-
A gunshot makes him freeze. Wait. he's the only one in the spire.. besides
!! Shadow milk?!
He hurries, feet tapping against the cold spire floor in pure panic, if there was a place that Shadow Milk would be while at his lowest. It would be his room. And what do you know?
He steps in, hands shaking in fear. Shadow Milk..was on the floor, a gun loosely held in his hand and a bullet hole through his head.
"?! S-SHADOW MILK!"
He yells out, running over to him. Agh..he knows he can't die. But- but!
".. Shit.." he hisses out, eyes widening at his paralyzed state. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. What's he supposed to do?
He tries to cast healing magic on Shadow Milk, an attempt in numbing or healing any present pain. He's worried as hell.
"I need to clean this jam up.." he mutters under his breath, looking at his hands covered in jam, and the bloodied head of Shadow Milk. Ah..he'll talk about this later.
",,!" He gasps softly, but quickly calms his composure. He places a finger lightly on Shadow Milk's mouth.
"shh, you're gonna hurt your voice if you force that." He states firmly, but was clearly coming off as worried.
He picks up Shadow Milk, bringing him over to his bed. He tries to clean as much of the jam that he finds. A focused but worried look on his face as he cleaned Shadow Milk's wound.
He… Can’t do much else though. He can feel Truthless tending to his wound. Why? Urh… his head hurts too bad to think much about it.
“…whhy…?” Are you helping is something he can’t manage to say. Great how convenient. He doesn’t care if it’ll hurt his voice. It’s fine. He just… needs to get functioning again.
A certain dramatic and loud voice missing for the past couple hours. Black Sapphire and Candy Apple had been sent out for a while now, so… silence was all that was around.
But… well! It didn’t last long.
A gunshot broke the silence.
- @thegreatbeastofdeceit :3c
★ : Hello job having winter../lh
It was weird, being in silence without the lovingly sweet voice that Truthless oh so terribly denied on being fond of.
But them again, it felt off. Too quiet, like there's no expected show up waiting for him, where is-
A gunshot makes him freeze. Wait. he's the only one in the spire.. besides
!! Shadow milk?!
He hurries, feet tapping against the cold spire floor in pure panic, if there was a place that Shadow Milk would be while at his lowest. It would be his room. And what do you know?
He steps in, hands shaking in fear. Shadow Milk..was on the floor, a gun loosely held in his hand and a bullet hole through his head.
"?! S-SHADOW MILK!"
He yells out, running over to him. Agh..he knows he can't die. But- but!
".. Shit.." he hisses out, eyes widening at his paralyzed state. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. What's he supposed to do?
He tries to cast healing magic on Shadow Milk, an attempt in numbing or healing any present pain. He's worried as hell.
"I need to clean this jam up.." he mutters under his breath, looking at his hands covered in jam, and the bloodied head of Shadow Milk. Ah..he'll talk about this later.
",,!" He gasps softly, but quickly calms his composure. He places a finger lightly on Shadow Milk's mouth.
"shh, you're gonna hurt your voice if you force that." He states firmly, but was clearly coming off as worried.
He picks up Shadow Milk, bringing him over to his bed. He tries to clean as much of the jam that he finds. A focused but worried look on his face as he cleaned Shadow Milk's wound.
A certain dramatic and loud voice missing for the past couple hours. Black Sapphire and Candy Apple had been sent out for a while now, so… silence was all that was around.
But… well! It didn’t last long.
A gunshot broke the silence.
- @thegreatbeastofdeceit :3c
★ : Hello job having winter../lh
It was weird, being in silence without the lovingly sweet voice that Truthless oh so terribly denied on being fond of.
But them again, it felt off. Too quiet, like there's no expected show up waiting for him, where is-
A gunshot makes him freeze. Wait. he's the only one in the spire.. besides
!! Shadow milk?!
He hurries, feet tapping against the cold spire floor in pure panic, if there was a place that Shadow Milk would be while at his lowest. It would be his room. And what do you know?
He steps in, hands shaking in fear. Shadow Milk..was on the floor, a gun loosely held in his hand and a bullet hole through his head.
"?! S-SHADOW MILK!"
He yells out, running over to him. Agh..he knows he can't die. But- but!
".. Shit.." he hisses out, eyes widening at his paralyzed state. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. What's he supposed to do?
He tries to cast healing magic on Shadow Milk, an attempt in numbing or healing any present pain. He's worried as hell.
"I need to clean this jam up.." he mutters under his breath, looking at his hands covered in jam, and the bloodied head of Shadow Milk. Ah..he'll talk about this later.
A certain dramatic and loud voice missing for the past couple hours. Black Sapphire and Candy Apple had been sent out for a while now, so… silence was all that was around.
But… well! It didn’t last long.
A gunshot broke the silence.
- @thegreatbeastofdeceit :3c
★ : Hello job having winter../lh
It was weird, being in silence without the lovingly sweet voice that Truthless oh so terribly denied on being fond of.
But them again, it felt off. Too quiet, like there's no expected show up waiting for him, where is-
A gunshot makes him freeze. Wait. he's the only one in the spire.. besides
!! Shadow milk?!
He hurries, feet tapping against the cold spire floor in pure panic, if there was a place that Shadow Milk would be while at his lowest. It would be his room. And what do you know?
He steps in, hands shaking in fear. Shadow Milk..was on the floor, a gun loosely held in his hand and a bullet hole through his head.
"?! S-SHADOW MILK!"
He yells out, running over to him. Agh..he knows he can't die. But- but!
“When are you not?” HE’S JOKING— He floats closer to Truthless, gently opens his mouth, and pops one of the cats ears into his mouth, munching on the other ear.
He watches Shadow Milk eat the marshmallows, before taking a bite out of one aswell. He looked pretty exhausted, guess it was because of said "moodiness"?
You know... I have a certain... equipment I wanted to use by myself, but you need it more, I guess
*gives a stool, rope and soap to the Recluse*
@chaosheartlover
★ : OH MH GOSH???? HELP??? AUDIBLY GASPED AT THIS
"...my."
"should I really use this though, I don't think I have anything that needs rope, and a stool. Much less soap." He's not playing dumb, genuinely demotivated after that gun act.
" @thegreatbeastofdeceit , can you leave this in my room..? I'll find a use for it later."
