"I smell like DEATH........"

"H-heheheh.... hi there......" @cakesterre's HHN stupid self-insert/RP/ask blog, featuring a lovely little housemaid who doesn't quite have a name! Ask and submission boxes are currently open! About

[nonamemaid]

Pray tell, oh dearest, what would you say to a midnight stroll in the garden?

Ooooh!! Are we talking about gardens? How exciting! Flora waves their little sleeve-covered arms around in giddy excitement, a small tint of a flush coming over their cheeks as their brain wanders frantically.“U-um…! I- I think flower gardens are really pretty! I’ve seen some amazing ones, like the little botanical garden down by the college here, or- or the Death Garden! I heard that one is really… you know…”They roll their sleeves down temporarily to do a little jazz-hand motion! So passionate about flowers they are…“Pretty-deadly? Eheheheheh…”…in the midst of their little excited giggle, the flush previously mentioned on their face seems to grow a mild shade deeper, almost as if they’re thinking about something rather lovely.“…though, my favorite garden around here is the one that… my frie- my girlfriend runs… She’s so dedicated to it, and all the flowers there smell nice and look pretty……just like her, heheh…”Oh, you softie of a maid… that’s just too sweet!

[zarholrico]

[morbidology]

Blood flowing down a stream from a slaughter house.

[nonamemaid]

You know what, as confusing as you may be, I have a gift. (Presents a scarf) -puppet

Owoah!! A gift!!! How lovely! Happily grabbing at it so, the maid immediately grabs the scarf out of your hands, wrapping it around their neck with a radioactive glee–before they quietly pull the scarf over their mouth. You know, to hide their face! Their eyes shift around some, before looking right at you and speaking quietly, their voice softened even more from them keeping the clothing up. 

“Oh… this is… this is a real nice gift, eheheh… um…” …they clear their throat some and look around some more. “Where did you get this… if I can ask?” @thehearthandpuppetstrings

[thehearthandpuppetstrings]

A small smile, genuine, warm, exhausted. “I had it in my house….though…I can’t really wear them anymore….”

Awkwardly, she shifts, readjusting the collar of her shirt to reveal a thin, silvery thread looped about her neck, over and over and over again. It was hard to see past the shining thread, but what little skin under it was seemingly rubbed raw, perhaps even cut in some places. As quickly as it appeared, it was gone again, hidden by the collar of her shirt and jacket once more.

“If you’d like I have quite a few actually.”

[nonamemaid]

Huh. Certainly not the worst thing they’ve seen, but they’ll sure as hell take it.  Regardless, though, they’re still keeping the scarf up. No other proving fact will say otherwise, though they’re somewhat-to-rather sure that this wasn’t prompted by anything (or anyone, for that matter), so they have very little to fear. 

They shake their head shortly, their massive furball of a hair moving with, and continue on with their muffledness. “No... no, it’s fine. I like this one, anyways, so...  I’m keeping it.”

[nonamemaid]

You know what, as confusing as you may be, I have a gift. (Presents a scarf) -puppet

Owoah!! A gift!!! How lovely! Happily grabbing at it so, the maid immediately grabs the scarf out of your hands, wrapping it around their neck with a radioactive glee–before they quietly pull the scarf over their mouth. You know, to hide their face! Their eyes shift around some, before looking right at you and speaking quietly, their voice softened even more from them keeping the clothing up. 

“Oh… this is… this is a real nice gift, eheheh… um…” …they clear their throat some and look around some more. “Where did you get this… if I can ask?” @thehearthandpuppetstrings

[nonamemaid]

Dear, I really must inquire what on earth was in that pie. I'm afraid the taste just won't leave my mouth and it's beginning to get alarming. -Leiala the puppet

:3c

[nonamemaid]

How's your neck feeling?

…Neck? Why the hell are you asking about their ne-

…almost as if it was to be expected, their was-softened expression suddenly harshens, their eyes narrowing as they aggressively scowl back. They instinctively bring a sleeved hand up to cover their neck, and as they (surprisingly) turn away to divert their line of sight elsewhere, they quietly hiss out a retort.

“...I’m doing okay, I guess… Why do you ask?”

[thehearthandpuppetstrings]

Caine Manor specialty........ :) -flora

Caine Manor…..is this a place? Who are you?

Please, I’m exhausted, I just want something to make sense.

[nonamemaid]

Don’t worry about it, friend.........!

You just looked like you needed to eat, so I wanted to help you with your trouble...... :D

[lostrosegarden]

[unexplained-events]

The Poison Garden

Established in 2005 by the Duchess of Northumberland. The garden contains over 100 deadly and hallucinogenic plants. 

’I wondered why so many gardens around the world focused on the healing power of plants rather than their ability to kill… I felt that most children I knew would be more interested in hearing how a plant killed, how long it would take you to die if you ate it and how gruesome and painful the death might be.’

-The Duchess of Northumberland 

[valleywitch]

So this garden was established because a woman knew that they way to get kids intrested in learning about plants was to show them how morbid plants could be. My kind of woman.

[scarysocialclub]

North St. Botanical x Rain Gidley

[steampunk-and-junk]

NO.S PROJECT

[ofhischokingdemise]

Wow, Richie............ that’s so gay........... do you want me to pick out a bouquet or something.........? (riddle)

“ That would be fantastic my dear! Once the event has truly begun, we shall roam about and find the perfect things hm~? “ Richie grinned in delight at the little thought after rolling his dead eyes from the homosexual remark.

[nonamemaid]

Despite the eyeroll, ‘Riddle’ still gave the co-usher a small, but all-knowing smile as they quickly rolled their long sleeves up, revealing themselves to be holding a small touchphone in one of their hands. They then proceeded to type something into said phone, which must’ve been excruciatingly funny for them, because when they finished typing up whatever it was that they were, that all-knowing smile seemed to grow bigger. “I’m gonna have so much to do this season.......... I can’t wait to knock all of these things down......”

[nonamemaid]

“In this house...... we love and appreciate Richie Quentin Torenzi..... and that is the fact.....”

[nonamemaid]

Have another flower! ^~^ ==== 
“Awa!!!! More flowers!!!!! More flowers!!!!!!!!!!!! I love these so much……” They scamper off once more, flower in their hand and (presumably) finding another vase to put the flower in.

[nonamemaid]

“Blue....... flower..............! Thank you, @thefloweroftheothershore !!”

[nonamemaid]

Hello there dear! *Gives you a flower*

“O-oh…..!!! Is this for me…..?”

They sniff the pretty-colored flower once, clutching it gently in their sleeved hands, before sighing dreamily and smiling softly at you.“Thank you lots for the little gift, friend!!! I’m gonna go put it in a vase…. give me a few minutes…….”