SMELL OF FLOWERS

Indie Fandomless Paranormal OC Written by Maddie 

[miketrysohard]

“do not fear, we are the cure”

[law-of-abstraction]

❈ Grim Aesthetics ❈

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churlishlunacy:

   … Not much of a talker, was he?

   FRUSTRATION had long since begun eating away at the younger male, the sight of that STUPID MASK making facial tics all the more evident on his own. With a snort, Lucas gave a roll of his eyes. Ohhhh, wait till he brought this one on back home. And then, they will see just how much more they can actually get out of him.

   “’S that so? Now’s not the time to be actin’ all mysterious like,                     ‘specially when you’re all on your own here, friend.”

     Was that a threat? It certainly sounded like such.

     While he was ultimately fairly peaceful, help before harm, this      man before him didn't look to be leaving him much of a choice.      The tall figure stared him down for a few moments, his hand still      gripped tightly upon the top of his cane, always ready to use it      was a blunt weapon if he should need to. He could feel the flesh      there stretching, exposed muscle aching somewhat from the      force where the bones of his knuckles had yet to poke through.

     Luckily, he had stopped rotting, but it certainly wasn't a pretty      sight to behold.

     “You are very...mysterious-like, too...friend,” he ground out,      “Should know better...threatening strangers.”

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finsandbubbles:

The silence is deafening him. People usually came to the shore to speak to the Ocean, to pace and complain with the belief that something must be listening. It made them feel oddly better and Finn had heard his fair share of stories. His head peeks out of the water to gain a better look at the stranger, noting with faint interest that they were robed completely in black, as though mirroring the depths of the ocean itself.

He couldn’t help but feel drawn to the person, and steadily begins to make his way over, fully ready to turn tail and dip back into the water should the other pose a threat. 

His only hope is that the figure doesn’t refer to him as a murderer for crimes his ancestors before him had committed.

     Oh, he may have not been speaking, but he certainly had more than enough      to talk about. It was hard to do so when your jaw left like it would fall off if      opened too far. At least the mask would catch it...Still, the cloaked figure      watched the water curiously, hands leaned against his cane. He didn't make      much movement as he watched the...person swim over. Were they a person?      Someone out for a swim? With the shininess, well, he wasn't all too keen on      believing that.

     He had seen his fair share of things in his lifetimes, even he, himself, had a      hard time considering himself human anymore. A solid mass under a heavy      cloak...

     Still, he remained silent as the other swam closer before he decided that      maybe he could draw them nearer if he spoke up. Immediately, a reluctance      filled his being at the idea, but it was a necessary evil at this point.

     “I am...not interrupting? Yes?”

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[Casually slinks onto here to do the two replies I have and queue some stuff to post for the next couple hours or so. I really need to give this guy some more attention, he’s fun to write. Lol]

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I haven’t completely sorted out what abilities this guy has exactly, aside from the agelessness and the fact that he’s basically a reanimated corpse. All I know is that he has the capability to spread sickness due to the way in which he died, which is largely the explanation why he is so touch repulsed. The outside of his cloak, mask, ect are fine, but any direct contact with his flesh can be dangerous. 

He’s never purposely made anybody sick, but I imagine he would resort to biting first thing. He’d have to have absolutely no choice for that to happen, however. So, he’s very much like a zombie, but he is ‘blessed’ with full awareness and, luckily, no hunger for flesh or any sort of hunger at all, really.

However, he will use his cane to defend himself. It’s rather heavy and blunt, so it’ll hurt if swung with any sort of force. 

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churlishlunacy:

[[ @pcstilence​​ Liked for this here Starter ]]

   “And, just what the heck are ya?” This was a downright FUCKED UP WORLD that they all lived in, this, he had long since knew. It was bad enough that EVELINE had done what she did to his family, to mom, dad, Zoe and hi– Well, aside from that FAMILY thing, he couldn’t necessarily say no to these other little GIFTS that he had gotten from her–

   BUT, that was beside the point! It was going to be a BALL dragging this guy on back home for the others, now, if he could just get him to look away for a moment… “It ain’t HALLOWEEN, so, what’s with the get up?”

     Oh, he wasn't sure how to feel about this one.

     The expression under his mask was stern, rotting flesh tightening into      something close to a stern gaze, his gloved hand tightening around the      cane he held. Questions about his attire wasn't anything he hadn't      experienced before, most of which asking about this Halloween event,      but he didn't answer for a few moments, remaining where he stood.

      “No business...of yours.”

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“Are you sure there were no survivors?”

Place One in My Inbox - Questions Edition|| Still accepting!

     The question left him a littleconfused, his mind traveling back to a      time he wished to forget for afew moments before common      sense seemed to kick in. She obviously wasn’t talking about that.      He glanced over ather, an unseen perplexed look thrown her way      from behind the glassspectacles of his mask. She was asking him?

     “…I didn’t see.”

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finsandbubbles:

@pcstilence wandered too close to the shore

What is that strange person on the shore and what are they wearing? He had learned in the past that judging people’s style of clothing while he, himself, wore none. That didn’t mean he couldn’t do it, but more he shouldn’t do it given he couldn’t have the knowledge of what looked good if he couldn’t dress himself or other people up. 

Either way, the strange figure had piqued the merman’s interest, and while trying to stay as hidden as possible- which is difficult in water with a green shimmering fin- decides to observe the fellow on the beach… why were they here, he wonders.

     There was that feeling again. Eyes on him. He was fairly used to it by      now, he stuck out in this time very easily and his usual source of      cloaking magic was out of his reach at the moment. Still, he was in      somewhat high spirits. It was rare he got close to oceans or water these      days, keeping mostly to the cities and outback towns, but he enjoyed it      nonetheless. This place seemed to be empty, but there was that feeling.      Slowly, his gaze moved towards the edge of the shore, his gaze catching      something shiny, slimy. A fish? Maybe.

     Wouldn't be the first time someone saw something mysterious in a body of      water before, though.

     Still, he found himself tilting his head curiously. His leather gloves creaked as      he held onto his cane a little tighter, not calling out or drawing much attention      to himself. What was that?

[narcissistic--monstrosity]

{ Place One in My Inbox - Questions Edition }

[ofmakingit-deactivated20160321]

Can work as an ice breaker, starter maker, or just a simple little ask meme.

“Am I dead?”

“Another one?”

“And what if I don’t?”

“Are you afraid of God?”

“Are you crazy?”

“Are you lost?”

“Are you really that shallow?”

“Are you sure it’s okay?”

“Are you sure there were no survivors?”

“Can I trust you?”

“Can we go now?”

“Can we not fight tonight?”

“Can’t or won’t?”

“Do you even care about how I feel?”

“Do you expect me to believe that?”

“Do you have any idea what you just did?”

“Do you love me?”

“Do you trust me?”

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“How could you do this?”

“How did you escape?”

“How long has it been since you last slept?”

“How long have you been there?”

“Is that blood behind your ear?”

“Is that really a gamble you’re willing to make?”

“Just go, alright?”

“Mind if I sleep here tonight?”

“Really?”

“Tell me: have you ever been afraid like this?”

“That’s the best you could come up with?”

“Wait, were you being sarcastic or…?”

“Want to hear a secret?”

“Was I the only one who thought that?”

“Well, that’s what I said, isn’t it?”

“What are you?”

“What are you doing here?”

“What do I have to say to make you understand?”

“What do you keep writing in that notebook?”

“What do you want with me?”

“What happened?”

“What if you stayed this time?”

“What if… what if I don’t want to be free?”

“What’s in it for me?”

“What’s in it for you?”

“When have I ever lied to you?”

“Where did you go?”

“Where did you last see it?”

“Where’s the rest of the body?”

“Who are you?”

“Who did this to you?”

“Why are you so angry?”

“Why are you so calm about this?”

“Why do you have this urge to control people all the time?”

“Why do you keep doing this to me?”

“Why do you have to make everything about you?”

“Why does it always have to be alcohol?”

“Why don’t you come over here and prove it?”

“Why is the truth so important to you?”

“Why should I help you?”

“Wouldn’t that be nice?”

“You don’t remember me?”

“You expect me to believe you haven’t done this before?”

“You’ve been pretending all this time?”

[intravhaineuse]

[love-gothic-art]

[denimatio]

Plague doctor (by Lektoria Dementyeva, 2014)

[the-last-angel111]

plague

By MrsLollipop on DeviantART,

[jf-madjesters1]

Inktober-Day 3: Plague Doctor 

I would love to dress up like this for Halloween.

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[’Hey, Mad, you didn’t just make this blog just so you could reblog all the cool art in the p.lague doctor tag, right?’ -Cue awkward chuckling-]