#sorry aimee

[minhoeslee]

Happy birthday to my wonderful and amazing mom @arqueritefrost ilysm aimee and I hope that you have a great 18th bday <3

[breakcorekid]

blocking ur best friend for a day 😂😂

[rainyday-deer]

whoops didn’t mean to reblog that

[was-it-so-far-to-fall]

Um..

I think I might take a break from Tumblr if not take a break from life and end it. I love you all dearly.

[queen-of-the-stoned-age15]

You're crazy and I love it and you and there will be many shenanigans had this year

OKAY STORY TIME! Once upon a time on the Capitol Island of Canadia, the Queen, Princess Aimee, and Princess Aaliyah were chillin’ in the courtyard garden. They grew restless and complained at each other even though they knew very well there was work to do. Simply put, no one wanted to do it. Instead, they decided to go on a grand adventure into the forest. They planned it to be a very short grand adventure, so none of them told any of the guards or thought to take weapons. 

Careful to keep track of their location so they wouldn’t become lost, the three chased each other and laughed, remarking at the beautiful flowers and mushrooms that grew there. 

After a short time, Princess Aimee decided that they had been away from the palace for long enough, and the other two agreed. Though they left a trail of strings and beads to follow back, the three seemed to walk in circles until darkness hid the path. Frightened but exhausted, the royal women decided it would be best to camp where they were rather than risk traveling further from the palace. After gathering wood and building a bright fire, the Queen took the first shift guarding the primitive camp.

Not an hour passed before the shadows and noises of the summer woods  brought a great paranoid delusion to the Queen. She had convinced herself of a great illness that she had caught. In a fit of coughs, she fled into the dark to keep the two Princesses safe.

The commotion of the Queen breaking sticks startled Princess Aimee from her sleep. Confused, Princess Aimee searched the little camp for what might’ve scared the Queen to leave the Princesses alone. She heard a crack behind her. She turned to find a great monster creeping closer. Aimee gasped, but realized the monster was actually part of her hand. It growled and threatened the still sleeping Princess Aaliyah. Afraid of what might happen, Princess Aimee ran from the dwindling flame and the Princess.

Princess Aaliyah, still unconscious, slept through nightmares that kept her under as she fought to surface.

The Royals’ unexplained absence caused the palace to burn with activity. Though the guards and nobles searched all through the night, none of the three had told anyone where they were going off to. Searching blindly, there was no progress. 

A short woman with a wet canvas film over her mouth and nose searched the forest. This was the time that the Red Moon Mushrooms threw their spores, often to a terrible effect. Those poor souls anywhere near them would lose their minds. Few knew how to track these deadly fungi, but this woman was an expert. The smell of wet charcoal filled her nose, but there was something else, very slight. The edges of the woman’s mind fogged. She was so close. It was stronger now. Wet charcoal and- and moldy garlic. She heard the shadows taunting her, trying to pull her away from her goal, but she persisted. Her mind frayed, but her quest was done. She found her target, a tiny red bud nestled against a charred tree. Before any more damage could be done, she plucked the little mushroom from the ground and began immediately with a fevered chant. The strings of her and any poor victims’ minds rewove themselves.

Throughout the day, the Queen and the two Princesses wandered independently from the forests back to the palace. Exhausted but alive, each of the three women had completely forgotten how they arrived in the forest. As the three Royals were rushed into the hospital room of the Palace, Princess Marta emerged from the forest with a sooty charcoal face and the grin of accomplishment.

Moral of the story: We should also bring Marta on our shenanigans.

[likcoln-blog]

One choice will define you.

URL Graphic: alliegant

[dontmissswanme]

my girlfriendshoulkd buy me a vibrator. That'd be hot.

[ucanttouchthiswithoutmycons-blog]

Good-bye everyone.

I'll be back in an hour.

Or my Cas feels will have killed me.

Either way.