drawing as a connection and someone i love asking me to draw them and it comes out a little funky but it looks like them and it feels like them and you loved him. and ur packing up for school two states away and there's a pile of your old sketchbooks that look like the scrapbooks that your mom made when you were kids because those pages are filled with familiar faces and feelings and memories. you have a couple new sketchbooks in washington and they are filled with change and they scream something and you wake up tomorrow with all the new pages ripped out.
Hello, I'm the person who owns @rydenceo . I decided to make a blog for all of my kins since I switch kins 24/7 so i cant make a specific blog for all of my kins
No DNI. Just don't bring me into your discourse
You are allowed to ask questions, just specify which kin its for (I kin from basically everywhere so you can just pick someone and I probably kin them)
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Kin list so questions are easier/mediamates are easier to find
First post that isn’t my intro! I know it’s a little dreadful, especially this early on but this is one of my most clear memories. Please be warned, Shadow Milk Cookie kins.
I remember standing in a garden. Alone. There were large palace walls surrounding me and I was simply watering my garden. The sun was right above me yet the breeze kept it cool and nice. I turned around and was greeted by a face too close to mine. “Hello, Lils!” The jesters voice rang out. I stepped to the side, moving so I could stand further away.
“What are you doing here?” I questioned, a distinct tremble in my voice.
“Hmm…” The jester pondered. One finger went up and he tapped his chin, thoughtfully. “I was looking for Nilla, but I can’t find him!”
“He’s out today.” I lied, keeping my expression stoic. “You’re not supposed to be here.” I added quickly.
The jester then stepped forward, a small tilt of his head. “You seem… scared.” He remarked. My eyes widened. “Are you scared of me?” His eyebrow quirked and a damn cocky grin formed on his face.
“No.” I responded, all too quickly. “I don’t fear you.” I stood a little straighter, as if that would disguise the tremble of my hands. To disguise my fear, my white gloves quickly became fists.
“Oho?” The jester started with a smirk on his face. He began to walk forward, lazily making his way towards me. He stopped right in front of me, giving me a once over. Judgement was in his eyes. “I think we both know that’s a lie, Lils. Now…” His voice lowered into a terrifying whisper. “Where’s Nilla? And don’t lie.” Suddenly my fist raised and a loud thud rang through the air. The jester fell as I punched him straight across the face and he looked up at me with a cold, dark, glare. “You-“
“Get out of my garden, get out of my palace and get out of my kingdom!” I cut him off, all too quickly. “Leave and never return! I don’t want you here!” I pointed towards nowhere in particular before turning around to leave. I began to walk, holding my head high. I look back once— the jester was gone.
that night i was running from max, and i stumbled desperately into your window, i wasnt sure what i needed, i had only hoped you could provide it
your room was so drenched in the scent of alcohol, cologne far too expensive for you, and cigarette smoke i can remember it so clearly
you knew it was me because who else would be crazily stupid enough to climb through you window at this hour
i remember how you held your cigarette mein herr, i thought you were holding it out for me, i had asked, you’d refused
i of course had expected you to, but it hadnt stopped me from pouting
until lit me a cigarette of my own, that i hadnt noticed until you blew the puff in my face
i took it from you and for the first time that night you looked at me, you shook your head but you spoke kindly,
you told me “i had a sparkle but that i mustnt let it dim my smarts, ja?” you handed me your coat when i shivered, adding “maybe next time i wont have to freeze, eyy my dear?”
