#vitalalchemy

[gildedusurper]

vitalalchemy replied to your post: “ Where are all MY flowers! I heard there was a...

“YOU DON’t DESERVE FLOWERS.” Says the one who’s not participating in the flower festival.

“ I will obligate you. ”

[hairbeat-blog1]

I was gonna just do shoulders and up for these, but their outfits are actually pretty similar so I wanted to give it a shot.

(meme)

[smokigatr-blog]

@vitalalchemy​ has the Bea lady.

   “Last time I checked, smoking doesn’t summon plague doctors.”

But there is one in front of her right now. Maybe smoke does summon them forth.

[forshovelry]

“ No, No, No! Don’t do this! Help! Help! Crazy lady-" Man, you mean? "-With the shovel!”

     ❝Do you want me to remove that sign that’s been stuck to the back of your cloak or not!❞ He snaps, not really giving a heck about what he’s referred to as. Ser works perfectly fine. He continues to march toward Plague. ❝Be still!❞

[princeofthemadhouse]

vitalalchemy replied to your post: �� {HIT HIM BABY ONE MORE TIME}

“…Has anybody ever told you how absolutely deadly you are? And how similar you are to King Knight in certain ways?” He’s just trying to get some more time. Punch the fucker already.

      𝔚 rong answer! With His lip curling into a snarl He lets Plague drop to the ground and steps down on his head. ❝ Please, do tell. ❞ Growls the Daedra, beginning to step down.

[candykraken]

vitalalchemy replied to your post: “”:

"IT ISN'T ILLEGAL IF THE PERSON INSIDE HAPPENS TO BE ALIVE, HEE HEE!"

"I cannot condone this, dude. Let them out."

[gildedusurper]

King Knight shall be the first victim of the cream pie barrage! No mercy from Plague Knight whatsoever- Only the bittersweet taste of a cream pie after it hits his face after being thrown. . .

Naturally, King Knight would have returned the prank with anger or screaming, but the act ended with silence and a flinch. It takes a moment to process it–realize he’s been covered face-full of some kind of sweet tasting food. There’s no interest to taste it. No angry yelling or pointed fingers, just silent, blank staring as hands shiver to wipe away the cream to show off cheeks that seemed more rosy than the usual make up he’d fluff onto them.

Then there’s a sniffle as hands flick away the residue off fingers, leaving stream marks on his face where they’d dug in to the thick pie, clearing away his eyes. It takes more wiping–more flicking–and with each one he sniffles louder with a hiccup following soon after.

Then, after seconds and seconds of silence filled with these hiccups… There’s tears.