cobyn

hear the grave as it calls!

[the-creative-gardener]

cobyn ‎ ‎ / ‎ ‎ creative ‎ ‎ gardener ‎ ‎ from ‎ ‎ : ‎ ‎ jackpot ‎ ‎ crash ‎ ‎ course ‎ ‎ - ‎ ‎ rp ‎ ‎ blog

usual ‎ ‎ blog ‎ ‎ rules ‎ ‎ apply ‎ ‎ - ‎ ‎ mun ‎ ‎ goes ‎ ‎ by ‎ ‎ they ‎ ‎ / ‎ ‎ he

⤷ ‎ ‎ taglist:

# ☘︎ : the chiming of the shopkeepers bell ‎ ‎ - ‎ ‎ asks

# ☘︎ : bouquet ‎ ‎ - ‎ ‎ character interactions

# ☘︎ : rose petal ‎ ‎ - ‎ ‎ ships

# ☘︎ : wilting leaves ‎ ‎ - ‎ ‎ angst

# ☘︎ : fear garden ‎ ‎ - ‎ ‎ in reference to cobyn’s crime

# ☘︎ : little sapling ‎ ‎ - ‎ ‎ SFW agere

# ☘︎ : mun ‎ ‎ - ‎ ‎ mod posts

# ☘︎ : flowers in bloom ‎ ‎ - ‎ ‎ no crimes ‎ ‎ / ‎ ‎ never caught ‎ ‎ / ‎ ‎ normal world au ‎ ‎ (or some variation of the three)

[paranoid--cosmologist]

☘︎ ݁˖ “ oh, vega! ” cobyn singsongs, approaching vega with a warm smile on his face. steam billows out from the teacup in their hand. “ just who i was looking for. i noticed that you’ve been a little stressed lately, so i made you some herbal tea. it always helps calm my nerves when i’m feeling anxious. ”

they offer the cup out in front of them. he must’ve made it down at the bar… it smells rather nice, actually.

— @the-creative-gardener ☘︎

Vega stares down at the drink in Cobyn’s hand as they listen to what he had to say. The air around them was redolent with the sweet smell of the tea, and Vega knew that they wanted it to some extent—not like they’d except it, though.

☆⨾ 。“ what’s the catch? You couldn’t have just made it for me—something happened to it, right? ”

[the-creative-gardener]

☘︎ ݁˖ cobyn frowns. he had expected this reaction, but it’s still a little saddening to see how little vega trusts him. “ ah, no, nothing like that — its just tea, really! you can even check the container the teabags were in if you want the ingredients list. ”

they consider what else they can do to calm her nerves. he had made this for them to help their anxiety, not worsen it… “ ah, if you want i could sip it first if that’d make you more comfortable. ”

[paranoid--cosmologist]

He seemed to slightly perk up at their statement. People usually didn’t offer to drink something first unless they knew it wasn’t poisoned or they had a way to surpass it. It wouldn’t be unbelievable if Cobyn did the latter, but it did help a bit.

After thinking about it, Vega nodded as a response.

[the-creative-gardener]

☘︎ ݁˖ cobyn offers vega a warm smile. he doesn’t hesitate to take a sip of the tea, making a content ‘ahh’ sound after he’s done, the teacup gently clattering against the small plate beneath it.

“ see, all safe. ”

[the-creative-gardener]

what are your thoughts on vega

☘︎ ݁˖ “ vega’s a lovely fellow! or a lovely lady… i’m not sure which one they prefer. she’s a very vigilant investigator; i’m sure i made the right choice teaming up with him. ”

☘︎ ݁˖ “ and while i can understand why they’re a bit distrusting, especially given the circumstances — i do hope they get a chance to relax a bit. they’re always very tense… maybe some herbal tea would do her some good. ”

[the-creative-gardener]

You mentioned not being sure why you got arrested? The answer is abit complicated, but it mostly boils down to lack of paperwork and consent. Bodies, like most things, need the proper paperwork and permissions to transfer; they can't be tied up in police investigations and the family of the body in question has to be aware of your intentions and give you written permission to bury it in your garden instead of a cemetery. Since you (and probably your friend and their friends) did not properly go though this process the police and the families of the Bodies you used were not happy. Hope this helps.

☘︎ ݁˖ “ …well of course i know why it was illegal. that wasn’t exactly what i was… ” cobyn trails off. “ do i really give off the impression of someone who wouldn’t understand that? ”

[the-creative-gardener]

hey there 💚 what's ur favorite food plant guy? answer or your plants will be burned

☘︎ ݁˖ “ oh goodness, uhh— ” cobyn fumbles for an answer that he’d usually be able to name with ease, feeling as if he’s being put on a time limit. “ my mamó’s homemade stew! please don’t burn my plants. ”

[the-creative-gardener]

Whos outfits do you think they did poorly on

☘︎ ݁˖ “ it’s not that i think any of them are bad or anything! just that i know a lot of the contestants are unfortunately unhappy with them. ”

☘︎ ݁˖ “ i do wish the wardrobe department would’ve listened to their requests a little closer. i know sandbag was especially upset with being put in a jumpsuit when he asked for something with easy movement… ”

[the-creative-gardener]

Do you like your outfit

☘︎ ݁˖ “ i’ve gotta say, hats off to the costuming department! i think they did a spiffing job with it. ”

☘︎ ݁˖ “ ah, but if i were to nitpick something… i would’ve really loved some proper gardening gloves. it’s really not a big deal, though! i know i’ve certainly got it better than some of the other contestants, so i’m grateful. ”

[the-creative-gardener]

can you adopt me 👀

☘︎ ݁˖ “ ah, well… i don’t really know if i’m in much of a place to right this moment, considering the, err — circumstances. very sorry to disappoint! ”

[the-creative-gardener]

were the human remains good for your plant's health?

☘︎ ݁˖ cobyn almost seems… excited by the question? “ oh, very much so! the more fertile the soil, the more it facilitates growth! ”

[the-creative-gardener]

If I may ask what is the ominous number ticking up at the bottom of your posts….

Covyn…. Im mildly afraid….

// that was the counter for the agere asks, haha! it was just so i could keep track of how many i had left :)

[the-creative-gardener]

aww, little flower... it's completely understandable and okay to miss your mamó, but she'll never truly be gone! because she'll forever stay right here,

[points at cobyn's chest]

your heart!

a slight whine escapes cobyn’s lips as he looks down to where you pointed, taking a second to process what you’re saying. the baby softly sniffles then buried his head in his hands.

☘︎ ݁˖ “ mhm… mmhh… i know… ”

of course they know. after all, their mamó is living on through the garden. it’s just that… in moments like these, he finds himself missing her physical presence too, not just her spiritual one.

5/5 asks!

[the-creative-gardener]

(//hi hiiiii just a question is the sandbag rp blog no longer available?)

// depends on which one you’re referring to! but to my knowledge all of the current sandbag blogs are still up. my one (@crybaby-underdog) is as well, i’m just not as active on there ,,

[the-creative-gardener]

your mamó is proud of you, little sapling. she loves you so much.

even though she may be far away, her love for you is as strong as ever. don't forget that, garmhac beag.

☘︎ ݁˖ more tears well up in cobyn’s eyes before he can even realise what’s happening, spilling down his cheeks in waves. he lets out a small whimpered sob, their hands balled up by their eyes, rubbing at them frantically in a futile attempt to stop crying.

she is proud of him.

he’s wanted to hear that for as long as he can remember. no matter how many times he reminds himself of it, it always feels far more real coming from another person.

☘︎ ݁˖ “ m— mamó… ” another sob breaks from their lips, voice lowered into a whisper. “ i just want my mamó… ”

4 / 5 asks

[the-creative-gardener]

Oh you're so cutie!! Patting your little head awwwww

☘︎ ݁˖ at first, cobyn hardly processes your words, too distracted by trying not to cry at the distant memory of the warmth of his mamós hand-made blanket. but once your hand is on his head, giving his hair a gentle ruffle, a surprised giggle escapes his mouth.

he nuzzles into your headpats without hesitation. despite all of their grief, or perhaps, because of it — it seems they’re desperate for any semblance of comfort that they’re offered. they follow your hand like a moth to a flame.

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[hollow-underdog]

☘︎ ݁˖ cobyn glances down at dominic playing with his plushies on the ground, before quietly seating himself down beside him. they don’t say anything, nor is he as smiley as he usually is, but they seem content. he’s blinking and breathing rather slowly, as if he were half asleep.

— @the-creative-gardener

Dominic noticed another baby sitting nearby, quietly watching him play with his tiny plush friends. He looked down at the plushie in his hands for a moment, squeezing it thoughtfully before glancing back at the other child beside him.

After a brief pause, Dominic slowly held out one of the plushies toward them in offering, silently inviting them to play with him too.

[the-creative-gardener]

☘︎ ݁˖ cobyn tilts his head as dominic holds out one of the plushies, not seeming to understand what he’s trying to do. then, the realisation hits him, and he softly smiles. they take the offered plushie and lie down on their stomach, holding his new little friend out in front of them, moving it around as if it were talking. his legs kick slowly back and forth behind him.

[hollow-underdog]

The moment the plushie was accepted, his face brightened ever so slightly. He scooted a little closer on the floor, clutching his own plush tightly against his chest while watching the other play.

When the other lay on their stomach and began moving the plush around like it was talking, Dominic stared with wide, curious eyes. His own legs kicked lightly against the floor in response, mirroring the other without even realizing it. Small little babbles escaped him every now and then, as though he were trying to join the conversation between the toys.

After a moment, Dominic lifted his own plush into the air too.

“mhm. . .”

He wiggled it awkwardly toward the other plush, copying the movements he'd just seen. The toy dipped forward in a clumsy imitation of greeting before Dominic let out a soft giggle, clearly delighted that they were playing together now.

His grip tightened around the plush afterward, hugging it close before holding it out again toward the other baby's toy silent encouragement for the little game to continue.

[the-creative-gardener]

☘︎ ݁˖ cobyn is abnormally slow to react, as if he were put in slow-motion. at first, they just sit there quietly, hands going still. but after a few more seconds of processing, a big smile tugs at his lips. he giggles gleefully back at the other baby, wiggling his plush around in return.

and before he can even really think about what he’s doing, cobyn crawls closer to flop down directly at dominic’s side, practically snuggling up to him. his plushie is placed beside dominic’s — they’re friends!

☘︎ ݁˖ “ domi…! ” he babbles quietly, nuzzling their head against the other babies shoulder.

[the-creative-gardener]

[gives cobyn a soft, cozy green blanket that has a white flower pattern]

gotta make sure you're all nice and warm!!

☘︎ ݁˖ cobyn slowly reaches out for the blanket, taking a moment to hold it in his arms before giving it a nuzzle. the material is silky soft against their cheek — it feels exactly like his mamós old blanket…

suddenly, they feel a little tearful.

2 / 5 asks

[the-creative-gardener]

Oh my gosh what precious little sweetheart we have here~

*hands Cobyn a cute sheep plushie*

cobyn takes a second to observe the plushie, before slowly taking it out of your hands and giving it a gentle squeeze. they mumble something under their breath, a small smile on his face.

☘︎ ݁˖ “ thank you… ”

1 / 5 asks