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[rosereine]

@dissonantguardians liked for a starter.

                                       🌹 Welcome to the Gallery! 🌹

        Outside the gates of her family’s home the child glances worriedly between a blank, medium-sized canvas and a painting kit, not sure on how to carry both at the same time. She decides on placing the kit above the blank canvas so the only thing she’ll have to hold is the canvas’s corners.

She rolls the sleeves of her shirt in a neat order before lifting the canvas making sure to balance the kit above so it wouldn’t fall off. Despite the heavy size of her belongings, she lets out a happy hum as she begins to stroll through the street, towards the park where she plans to paint a beautiful flower she discovered a couple of days before.

She stops at the at the front of the crosswalk, looking sideways. She suddenly feels a light tap on her shoulder, she lets out a squeak, hitting the person behind her with the canvas, dropping the kit in the process. She turns around to see who it was, she covers her mouth in horror.

{ 🌹}: “Oh no! I’m so sorry, Garry!”

[murderousxangel-blog]

{{ Sweets & Bandages }} // dissonantguardians

@dissonantguardians (Garry) wanted a starter

Sweets wasn’t a thing that Zack got a lot of nowadays. Without someone shuttling food to him, he had to resort to stealing food - or pocketing cash from the people he killed. He had tried the “legitimate job” thing but they generally required a lot of reading, writing, education, and references, none of which he had. So he was stuck stealing his dinner, or at least the money for his dinner.

At least gym’s had showers that were easily accessible, and at least there were plenty of empty places he could sleep in. Model homes were especially nice.

That aside, sometimes, Zack wanted to get himself a treat. That was why he found himself at a cafe in broad daylight, a stolen wallet in hand with a couple twenties stuck in it. He wasn’t really sure what kind of food they served there, but it smelled good, and he was a sucker for sweets that smelled like heaven.

He shuffled into the building, glad that it seemed to be a slow period for them. At least that meant that he wouldn’t have to deal with too many stares. He stepped up to the counter, looking into the glass display and feeling his mouth water at the display cakes, cookies, and other things he couldn’t identify or read the names of. 

“Hey,” He called out, looking around for someone to help him out. “Can I get some fuckin’ help over here?”

[rosereine]

(dissonantguardians) "Happy Valentine's Day, Ib! I, uh, hope you don't mind me giving these to you. I tried making them myself, but it's quite hard." The man holds out a rectangular box, inside it held macaroons. They weren't perfect, each different in size thanks to the filling, but they looked somewhat presentable and were edible.

{🌹}: “Wow…!” 

The girl gasps as she receives the box full of macaroons, her eyes shining in delight. She had never received any gifts on valentines from anyone except her parents, so this small gift alone made her really happy.

{🌹}: “Thank you so much, Garry! You’re the bestest friend I could ever ask for!”

But of course, she’s not letting the man go without a gift in return. She gently places the treats in her bag and she takes out a bouquet of blue roses and offers them to him.

{🌹}: “Here you go, Garry! I told my mom to give me white roses and I dyed these blue myself! Thank you so much for everything you’ve done for me.”

[pillarsxofxdreams]

@dissonantguardians

“....Ah...Maybe the light?”

The woman’s been hunched on her knees for thirty minutes, an old camera in her hands that she continues to fumble with. It’s been years since she’s held it, but she just wanted to try out her old hobby again. Her fingers are clumsier and she has to keep adjusting the focus on the blooming flower.

It’s definitely like riding a bike or even swimming...All her limbs aren’t working with how her mind wants her to position as she tries to take the picture.

Sayaka lets out a groan as a shadow passes just as the camera clicks, “Damnit!” Her hand flies over her mouth and she quickly straightens up onto her knees when she realizes that it’s a person who has walked by her, “I-I no! That wasn’t meant for you! I’m sorry!”