the blue rose. ⁽ ᵃᵘᵗᵒᵖˡᵃʸ ⁾

»and if it was their destiny, he would defend her. that's why he got the rose with the color of the ocean - because blue is the color of an trustworthy, reliable prince.«  | independent, semi-selective roleplay blog of garry from the game ib |  m!a:...

[turquoise-azalea]

[ This can be liked for a one-liner starter, becaue I’m currenty running away from all my long threads. ]

[pixel-horror]

[art-static]

Lovely art comes from lonely hearts

misery ( allison-oneill )

[turquoise-azalea]

refulgens:

   The urgent tone is enough to set Elliot on edge, & he slowly backs  away, not sure whether or not he wants to see why Garry  is  acting  so strangely. He is curious, that much is true – but  is  it  worth  the  risk of angering him? He’s not sure.

{♕} || —— ❝What…you don’t look okay.❞

   & that is no lie – suddenly Garry  looks  as  though he  is  worried  about something terrible happening, & Elliot isn’t certain whether it  should be enough to worry him, too, or no. He  doesn’t  quite  leave,  not yet; although, truth be told, he is ready to do so should  it  be  at  all necessary.

❝I ...❞

He snaps. He finally snaps. Something inside him switched a button and he has to hold his head to not just fall over from the sudden wave of dizzyness hitting him. Of course he’s not okay, of course he doesn’t look okay, but refusing to believe so is the only thing making it possible for Garry to not just break down completely. For now, everything that happens is that he’s caught up in a state of illusions and halluzination; he changes places with the Garry who died in the gallery, losing everything that’s precious to him in this version of his life.

His expression gets colder, less caring, more dangerous. He doesn’t know Elliot anymore. There’s just this slight trace in his mind that he’s seen him somewhere. Right now, the other boy is nothing more than a painting trying to trick him.

❝Of course I look okay. I don’t know what you’re talking about.❞

[aliciisms-deactivated20180617]

[turquoise-azalea]

albinx:

I have no explanation as to why or how this happened. A year ago today, I made a blog for Alice, my dear white baby, & many of you have put forth so much effort into getting to know me & my muse that I really can’t thank you enough. A bias list, a follow forever – whatever you want to call it, it’s about time I gave you guys recognition, & when better to do it than on the anniversary of the creation of this blog? Right at 467 followers as of writing this, I really can’t thank all of you enough. Special thanks to Faith, Eli, & Vulture, who have seriously made my experience in this fandom unforgettable. Honestly, the three of you mean a lot to me, more than I can ever say in a mere post like this, & your intentions genuinely paved the roads to a long-lasting friendship. Thank you so much for all the love & advice you have given me. This list is given in no particular order other than obvious organization.

I’m really stupid, so it’s quite possible that I’ve forgotten some people. Please let me know if I have!

                                                     &&. queen’s compatriots

People who have made a name for themselves to me. I know them at least decently well on either this blog or Elliot.

   whiteknightxmadhatter  / offwithhisheart / mortuipetalis / whatever the fuck else ( smh ) |    colbiisms  |  coprxae  |  hiiddeneyes   |   mxgniloquentism   /   kibouun   |   nightsinned   |    turquoise-azalea      |    amethistus-lepus    |   eneruno   |   nessanightray | hisfledgling

                                                    &&. queen’s subjects

People of whom I intensely enjoy seeing on my dashboard, regardless of blog. I haven’t spoken intensively OOC to them, but I strongly recommend following them, for they are a positive & worthwhile person to watch.

   whatsthesiitch | glaieulux | tooflless | kokuroshi | avgrunn | kavatsus | vinctusmemoria  |    ahrisms | amoratas |  bloodiedwolf  |  kempybowe  |  bowiisms  |  bingeu  |  ghoulpatch  |    ghoulardii | showmaxter | spareheiress | slytherrus |  spxre  |  coronianthief  |  claamor  |    canusincendia | cxrdolium | sinclairduke | drxmeda | desbearer | executionbyscissors  |    flirtiings | motherofasgard | personistar | wrathistic | pheriannath  |  futuriistic  |  xnfelix  |    execratus-oculos | maidenofabyss | viciieux  |  villaineous  |  voskreshenii  |  vvielded  |    madeofwildfire     |     leadingwolf     |     lionford     |    lionswrath  |  redeyedswordsman  |    regalisdecorum  |  repress-and-emerge  |  excruor  |  wiinterempress  |  witandcharms  |    willprevail | areyoutellingme | carabellas-requiem | sentimental-raven | rxchen | talktoten    uselessbunnyboy | uselessreptiile | unseenmockingjay | sameodds | denriddaren

[turquoise-azalea]

                    Such a precious girl must be saved;

so even in a blind alley,

                                                    I’ll protect you.

[turquoise-azalea]

[ I’m finally back on this blog again, more like, what the hell, why are there still people following me after two weeks. Anyways. Yes. I lost the muse for Garry around that time and moved over to my Break account, gave him a lot of love, now I’ll try to do that here, too. Thanks for still being here, nasdslf. ]

[reinerose-fabrique]

@officialguertena GUESS WHO WOKE UP TO SEE THIS FUCKING BULLSHIT ON THEIR INBOX. UNBELIEVABLE. YOU’RE COMPLETELY UNBELIEVABLE. I’M 14, A MINOR AND YOU JUST SENT GODDAMN CHILD PORN ON MY INBOX. DO YOU THINK I FUCKING ASKED FOR THIS? I DIDN’T WANT TO BE A PART OF THIS IN THE FIRST PLACE. HONESTLY, I’M REALLY UPSET RIGHT NOW, I DIDN’T JOIN THE FANDOM FOR THIS. THIS IS REALLY DISGUSTING. Guys…please help me, i don’t want this….I didnt want to be a part of this…please leave me out of this battle… I only wanted to enjoy this fandom, i didnt want to be a part of the drama…please stop sending me child porn….please….

[turquoise-azalea]

[I got the same message. Everyone who reads this, I beg of you to report him and don’t deepen the topic any further. This is illegal, sick and not worth the attention. Stop sending child porn. Stop disturbing more and more people with it.]

[reinerose-fabrique]

Ib heard it, loud and clear, she couldn’t help but giggle, she gently pushed the tray carefully off her lap as soon as she was done, then scooted over to garry and gave him a big hug.

“Silly garry! You need to eat something better! Mom always says breakfast is important and it can make you really energized the whole day, I don’t want you to be all sleepy! Why don’t I make you pancakes? I learned how to make them on my own!” At least the results of her pancakes were way better than the results of her cookies, as much as Ib gets spoiled with nice things, she adores spoiling others much more.

“So garry can be happy and energized, how’s that sound?” She says, her voice muffled since she pressed her face on garry’s back as though she was hugging a soft teddy bear.

[turquoise-azalea]

“That sounds ... great.”

He really is a bad liar, isn’t he. Well, it serves him right, so he won’t complain about getting caught. He small body is still pressing against his back and he smiles to himself for a moment, before he turns around slightly and wraps his arms around her waist, to pull her closer and hug her properly. Just a little bit warmth, a little more than he already got, because he really needs this right now.

And she’s so fragile and weak and vulnerable in his arms like that, it’s almost painful.

“Okay. We’re gonna do pancakes - You’re gonna do those pancakes, but you need to finish eating at first! Alright?”

[mansion-of-a-preciousdoll]

Aya started to notice, She took more quick steps closer to him. “Well yes…in fact There’s a slight difference between his and I’s satisfaction. He kills for enjoyment, I kill to end suffering.”

The girl sighed, “I’m only doing this for your own good so keep still.” her gentle voice had really off now, sensing that she was completely upset now, her twisted smile faded, “I promise you won’t even feel a single thing after I’m done, I can work miracles.”

[turquoise-azalea]

“But I want to live.”

Maybe this is another challenge he has to win, another danger he has to overcome to finally get to do that. To live. To be happy, even if it is only a little bit. “I want to live! I don’t want to be one of those lifeless dolls, I don’t care about the pain living brings. I want to live, no matter how much it may hurt, so leave me in peace.”

He fought so much to get the life he has now, to be able to do the things he is doing now, and now he has to fight for it again. What was the point in winning if he is losing it all again? He won’t let that happen. He can’t.

“Make a doll out of yourself if you despise pain so much and leave other human beings be.”

[swamp-gaea-blog]

“That’s pretty cool.” She replies as she rests her elbows on the bridge’s handle. “I wish my hair was just as cool as yours, but sadly I can’t dye mine for the sake my best friend who says blonde suits me.”

Rin couldn’t help but sigh, Sometimes Yuka cares way too much of her appearance, but besides that, she doesn’t really see herself as attractive as her best friend, discarding those thoughts about her looks, she smiles towards him, despite his appearance, she felt that he was a nice guy.

“My name’s Rin Yamazaki, what’s yours?”

[turquoise-azalea]

“I’m Garry.”

He holds his cigarette out of the way, so she won’t be bothered by it and smiles at her. He feels more comfortable, now, that he isn’t that startled anymore and starts to feel himself into the conversation, wondering what reason she had for talking to him. It’s rare to see people just approaching each other and normally, he is the one to do it, but this is a nice change in scenery.

“Well, just because blond suits you doesn’t mean another colour doesn’t. Want some advice?” He may have a hidden liking for talking about hair styles and dyeing them.

[denriddaren-blog]

[turquoise-azalea]

denriddaren:

There once was a shepherd boy who was bored as he sat on the hillside watching the village sheep.

                 To amuse himself he took a great breath and sang out,

                                     “Wolf! Wolf! The Wolf is chasing the sheep!”

                                                           - THE BOY WHO CRIED WOLF -

Narrated and Written by queen dovahkiin 

edited by moony

[denriddaren-blog]

välkommen

[denriddaren-blog]

“Me? I’m just exploring. I actually really like your place. I can’t wait till my loses his way while he’s stumbling home drunk.” Oh my god, Randy. He does feel nothing for his father, so he has no problem speaking about him that way. He has yet to notice Garry locating a weapon. The nice thing he can disappear in a second. The bad thing is Gary might follow. Looks like he might have to knock out the guy before hand.

[turquoise-azalea]

As his fingers linger around the knife, he hesitates. Can he ... really do that? Really hurt someone again, when they’re not showing that they want to hurt him? Mary ... was about to kill them, to destroy them, erase their existence and he had to burn her painting. But this boy ... did he really do anything? Can he really hurt him for doing nothing to threaten him?

He sighs deeply and closes the cupboard again, slowly moving forward, flopping down onto the chair in front of the boy. “Okay. Are you a crazy painting or a normal, strange boy, who decided to creep me out for fun?”

[refulgens-deactivated20151204]

   A solemn visage is the only indication as to his mood when,  clinging,  Elliot slowly grows quieter & quieter, eventually  becoming  a  useless  weight & remaining latched onto Garry. He doesn’t lift his face, merely  retains his position, even with the occasional hiccup  of  his  shoulders.

{♕} || —— ❝Thank…you.❞

   The words come late & muffled, as he does not even lift  his  face  for  those.

[turquoise-azalea]

“No problem.”

A small, happy smile slips on his lips as he finally hears Elliot’s voice and felt how he calmed down, with every chocked breath a little more. It’s also nice that he doesn’t reject his touches and his help already, still remaining with his head leaning on his shoulder and with Garry’s hands in his hair. He strokes through it, twirls the strands around his fingers and giggles quietly after another moment of silence, to lighten up the atmosphere a little.

“You have really soft hair, you know?”

[refulgens-deactivated20151204]

   Garry’s sudden change in the tone of voice alarms Elliot, & he  blinks, watching. His husband had  always  seemed  so  simple,  so kind & foolish & lighthearted, & yet right now,  he  has  never  seemed both so vulnerable & so distant. Something’s  not  right,  that much is obvious – but what can he possibly say? What can  Elliot possibly do to delve into the darkness  that  is  this  man’s  mind? He stares in awe for a moment.

{♕} || —— ❝…Are you okay…Garry?❞

   His voice is one of concern, not yet aware  of  what  lies  under  the surface of the male. He doesn’t know what to say, what he is  supposed to think. A frown lays upon his features, but  no  more  words come out.

[turquoise-azalea]

“I ... I need to ...”

It’s different and it’s disturbing him. This is not something that should happen when he’s awake. It should happen after a nightmare, after a night without enough rest for his mind to compensate all those feelings. But this ... this shouldn’t be happening. He has to go, before it turns into the same that happened with Ib. The memory is faint and almost gone, but he knows that he could hurt Elliot and he doesn’t want to.

“I need to go, Elliot. I-I’m -- okay, really, just -- let me go, alright?”

He doesn’t really know what to do and where to go, but he has to bring some distance between them. This shouldn’t happen and this isn’t happening and he has to go. Now.

[turquoise-azalea]

[Okay. Here I am. Gonna empty my drafts an do all the replies I still have to do.]

[refulgens-deactivated20151204]

   No words are spoken, nothing to indicate whether the situation  is getting better or worse except the tears  streaming  down  his  cheeks. Those blue  eyes  so  rarely  cry  &  yet  here  they  are,  betraying   emotions   better   left   unknown.  Hiccups  begin  to  accompany his sobs,  &  Elliot  can’t  bring  himself to do much  more than stare with half-lidded eyes. Eventually, he lowers his  face from Garry’s head to his shoulder, his own arms clenching  at his stomach as though containing some sort  of  beast  within.

[turquoise-azalea]

He has to let go of his cheek as Elliot lays his head on his shoulder, but it’s no problem at all. Like that, he’s able to stroke through the other’s hair while he’s holding him, hoping to calm him down a bit with that. Fondling the blonde strands gently, he doesn’t do anything but focus on the boy in his arms. How his shoulders shake with ever quiet sob, how his own shirt slowly gets wet from the tears. Repeating the word ‘Okay’ again and again in a soft whisper.