#dysfunctionalpuppeteer

[narcisisto-archive]

dysfunctionalpuppeteer replied to your post “when kris hits you with that sad”

go to bed you weenie

it’s only 4am i’m fine

[softstarlight]

-throws confetti- "Happy Birthday, Ophi! :) "

Ophi throws her arms in the air and jumps onto Val, hugging her tightly. “Thank yoOu!”

[youcannotaffordme]

{ Happy Birthday!! have a lovely one <3 }

//Thank you so much!

[youcannotaffordme]

dysfunctionalpuppeteer replied to your post: 💋 cheek smooch !!

valya vc: i’m a smooch messenger from viktor I swear @communistofzaun

//valentina vc: if that is so tell that big hunk of metal to kiss me himself

[youcannotaffordme]

💋 cheek smooch !!

The Queen regards the stranger with a brow cocked, her face only showing minimal amusement. “I suppose that this is for Valentine’s Day?” she asked politely. “Though I do not think such should be allowed. Apologies, but only paying customers may be given such permission.”

[fistmagicandsteel-blog]

Two redheads and a puppet.

When Kaizen awoke this morning, his whole body felt.. Sore. What did he do last night? Vague memories of alcohol, fighting, and various activities settled into his mind pushing forth the realization that the night before might have pushed his limits. Groaning as he rolled out of bed and made his way into the cramped kitchen/dining room of his house. Imbibing a few things of protein and painkillers would, at least, stave off the pain of simply existing. To say the very least, today can’t be filled with an immense amount of activity. The ex-monk racked his mind with ideas and thoughts on the matter before deciding to visit that person he had befriended within Zaun. Perhaps that would be a nice venture! He wasn’t entirely sure which house she was in.. Or where... But he would try. Already, the man had chosen poorly and had to explain to people that he was not a door-to-door marketer and simply a lost person. Hopefully, knocking on this door, it would belong to Valya. @dysfunctionalpuppeteer

[thepawnnoble-blog]

@dysfunctionalpuppeteer

“Thank you for your patronage, Lady Alice. Please come again!” The older lady smiled warmly at the other. “I understand, Lady Alice. Me and my husband only hope you will smile again one day as you have done so years ago.” The noble woman was quick to dart her head out of the shop. She thought she had closed her heart from anything emotional.

Yet, she felt something for the first time in quite a long time. This scared her. She held the pot tightly that housed the strange looking flower. It did not help that it was the middle of the day in the common area of Demacia; the crowds were thick and utterly suffocating. Yet, she had discovered this new and rare plant had fallen into the hands of one of the greatest gardeners in Demacia that she knew personally.

Uncharacteristically of her, her footsteps were heavy and quick as she waded herself through the crowd, trying to swallow her panic. When she realized she could not make it to her home before this feeling could overtake her, she ducked herself in the nearest alleyway and stood there, looking at the wall of the dead end alleyway she made her way into. Seeing no one there upon first glance, she looked back at the crowded street behind her.

She just needed a little time to herself. She needed time to seal the cracks she had thought had long been sealed. As she allowed herself to calm herself, she checked on the condition of her newly bought plant. Her touch on the plant was careful and gentle as she inspected it. She touched every petal of each flower with the slightest of squeezes and moved to the stem. Her carefulness allowed her to avoid the small thorns that appeared to be sharp along the stems.