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Test Drive Meme 3.


Mary, Mary, quite contrary How does your garden grow? With silver bells, And cockle shells, And pretty maids all in a row.
Prompt 1: t's probably been at least a little while since you managed to climb out of the well, so hopefully you've dried off by now and are enjoying poking around the Town. But who cares about all of that? More importantly, the Town has a new feature this time, for reasons entirely unknown to everyone. The flowers...seem to be talking. They have no faces, but they will definitely turn to talk to you, and if they have had their color restored, they will very brightly and contentedly compliment you, or your clothing, or wish you well. If they haven't? Prepare yourself for all sorts of horrible, horrible insults, because that's all that's coming your way. Prompt 2: ow are you settling in? Is the Town treating you well? It's not as bad as it used to be; some of the houses have color, some of the food has color and taste as well. It's been polished up a bit since everyone first got here. Granted, when you wake up that morning to find yourself in full fancy wear of many different types (all colorless, and gender has nothing to do with which you might end up in), you'll find that the Town might not be as well put together as it seems. You can't get out of the formal wear. It just won't come off, no matter what you do. Which wouldn't be so bad, but... it seems like these clothes will snag on just about everything in the Town, which is far from smooth. Try not to trip over those loose cobblestones, or your dress snagging on a nail sticking out from a door frame. This is really not the place for this sort of clothing. Prompt 3: e loves me, he loves me not... that's a pretty familiar game, right? For some reason, the urge to pick one of those flowers and casually pluck the petals from it while playing that game is going to grow stronger and stronger the more flowers you see. Eventually? You're just going to have to cave to it. (Certainly it doesn't help that the flowers scream a bit when you pull their petals; they still can talk right now, after all!) She loves you, she loves you not...and by the time you've picked the last petal, you've forgotten who you were even thinking of originally -- instead, the very next person you see is going to be the victim of a very impassioned declaration of love. Don't worry, you'll come back to yourself...after you declare your undying love for everyone to hear. Prompt 4: ut no matter how many people tell you not to go into the forest, however, it's still rather enticing, isn't it? It's sitting right there, waiting for you to explore it, waiting for you to just step a little bit out of the Town... And soon, you're surrounded by the dark boughs of the trees, the twisty, turny paths of the woods, where it feels like you're wandering in circles for hours upon hours -- And then, after ages of tree branches yanking at your hair and roots tripping you up, you find a clearing. And in that clearing? There's a field of flowers. They're colorless -- strangely eerie because of it, but still distinctly recognizable to the flower familiar as Asphodel. And touching any single one of those flowers will suddenly give you vivid memories of one of your precious friends -- so long as they're dead. Anyone around you is going to experience that flash of memory too, so be careful! Extra: Got something in mind? Want to play with the setting more? The sky's the limit, so feel free and make up your own prompts to play with! Welcome to Awash's third Test Drive Meme! Please check out the FAQ and rules as you test your characters out. The setting is yours to play with, so be creative and have a good time with it! An important date to remember is September 1st, 9 PM EST, when Applications will open. There will be no reserves for this app round or any future app rounds, so it will be first come, first served applications. As a side note, TDM threads are not canon, so please feel free to assume established CR for the sake of the TDM if it will make threading or showing off your character's voice easier. If you have any questions about the TDM, feel free to ask us here. If there are any other questions, you can catch us via PM, the FAQ or the contact page. You are of course welcome to use prompts from the previous two test drives. Thank you for your interest in Awash!

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i. frightening lightning

[ even though sierra has done everything in her power to stop people from insulting her, it never seems to work—especially when the things doing the insulting don’t respond well to sharp words. ]

Hag! Hussy! You old bat!

[ sierra’s mouth twitches in an annoyed smile. there are a few scattered flowers here and there that are trying to compliment her hair over the din of the insults, but by and large, the field she’s standing in is covered in angry, grey flowers.

she raises her hand to the sky, and calls down a flash of lightning that promptly sets the field on fire. the flowers scream as they burn, but sierra seems satisfied with the ashes around her.

she dusts her hands off. ]

That’s that, don’t you think?

iii. kiss from a vampire

[ it had really been an idle curiosity, to play with the flowers, and even after they started screaming when she plucked them, she wasn’t deterred too much.

so by the time the flower has been plucked clean and she drops the naked stem on the ground, her eyes are practically gleaming with a predatory light. she turns to your character, whoever they may be, and smiles in a way that shows off her fangs.

somehow, it doesn’t look good…? ]

Say, plenty of vampires have taken human lovers before.

【Prompt 2】
[ Ghost Quartz looked like Red Beryl had kidnapped them, gone nuts, and sent them back into the wild to fend for themselves like a newly born doe. The heavy cape of their ornate, princely garb made walking difficult, as the cloth would snag on even the smallest pebble in their path. One time, Ghost was even sure they'd seen their pants' catch on a flower- but their pretty sure plants aren't sentient, so they wave the doubt away. Instead, they focus on trying to pull the outfit off. ]

Maybe... [ Ghost pulls on their right sleeve with all their strength.

Crack.

Well, they know one thing: the outfit's keeping their dislocated arm from slipping out of the sleeve. ]

【Wildcard】
[ do whatever! ]

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((if anyone wants to have assumed cr, feel free to hit me up in pms or at

probabiliteej! also as a note for characters who aren't human or are magical/supernatural in some way, he can normally detect that even if they look normal-- this is totally opt-in, so just let me know if you're down with that!))

1.

[Talking flowers are definitely not something he's run across before, but they're also not the weirdest thing? So you might come across this guy, ignoring anything else that he might have to do in favor of crouching down to have a chat with a couple of the colorful ones; there's no hesitation involved here, he's just immediately going for it.]

Your petals are pretty nice too, y'know-- but hey, what exactly are you? I mean, flowers, obviously, but do you always do this, or...?

[They don't seem to be giving him a satisfactory answer, so he'll be here for a few minutes, continuing to try to get info out of flowers. If anyone else comes by, he'll glance up-]

Hey! Um, excuse me, d'you know if these are naturally occurring?

(alternately-)

[If whoever's nearby is someone he can pick up on with his sense, he's definitely more interested in them than in the flowers. He perks up pretty much immediately, his expression bright.]

Oh-- nevermind these guys, actually. Can I ask you a couple of questions?

2.

[Okay, the clothes are cool (he definitely spends a minute just admiring them), but they're absolutely not practical for Ryan's purposes. After getting caught on a couple things already, he's exercising a lot more caution, trying not to bump into anyone; his posture's a little more hunched, his steps slower, but unfortunately he's all too focused on trying to avoid things around him and fails to notice something on the ground.

What happens next is a pretty blatant display of a total lack of athletic skill. He trips, goes over a low fence-- and his clothes snag on it, leaving him struggling to get back to his feet and unable to quite make it there.]

Shit shit shit-- c'mon, let go, whatareyouevenstuckon...

[--frantic fumbling with the outfit is doing exactly nothing for him, though. One fold of fabric is particularly badly snagged; he's probably going to need a hand with that, preferably before he dies of embarrassment.]

4.

[Of course he's gone to the woods, regardless of any warnings. He's long since gotten used to the idea that places people are warned away from are, generally, good places for him to be-- they're not the woods he lives nearby at home, though, distinctly unfamiliar, and he definitely spends a decent amount of time lost in here. By the time he reaches the field, he's out of breath, with a few twigs stuck here and there from trudging through foliage; Ryan pauses there to look over the flowers, leaning against a tree while he catches his breath (and removes a couple leaves from his hair).]

...they're pretty even without their color, aren't they? I almost think they look better like this.

[Because yeah, they're a flower mister I-see-dead-people is pretty familiar with. It seems fitting enough for them to be colorless.

For the sake of length here we're doing memories in threads, so for the time being? He's quietly observing for a moment more before heading closer to the field.]

[ II. your prince has arrived ]

[ Kisa's worn some oversized clothing before, for reasons she'd prefer not to (and currently cannot) talk about, but it had still been shirts she'd been able to move around in rather easily. This? This is not easy, and from the way she's pushing herself off the ground with scraped-up palms and a look that all but screams that she's considering just not getting up at all after this--

Yeah. She's having a hard time, but she'd like to think that any twelve-year-old ending up in fancy princely clothing (complete with cape that definitely billowed all the way to the ground) would have similar difficulties. For now? She's up and dusting herself off, taking a more cautious step.

Only for her cape to billow yet again, get snagged on the side of a house, and send her faceplanting.

Just leave her there. ]

[ IV. in the forest the mighty forest ]

[ Why did you even come out this way? You've probably had many, many warnings about not doing this, but for some reason, you've chosen not to listen.

Kind of like this one, who is still trying to find familiar faces, but she's become tired and lost and upon realizing her own situation and what's been happening, Kisa's taken additional steps.

Which is to say, if you're approaching the asphodel field, you'll find yourself staring down a tiny tiger cub, who seems to be determined to block your path to the flowers. You can try to move past it, if you want, but it's going to bare its teeth at you and growl if you do.

Hm. ]

I. i can't believe it's an alice in wonderland tdm

[Or: Reim, who seems to have gotten fed up enough with flowers talking to him that he's found about a dozen of both colored and grayscale flowers growing side by side and is now sitting in a chair he's dragged out here with them, one makeshift bouquet on either side. He is very patient with these... plants, with these literal plants, but just go with it.

He folds his hands neatly on his lap and looks at the grayscale bunch with a thin smile. Get ready, because it's time to Lecture Some Plants.]

Now then, for the eighth time this hour, would you please consider adopting an attitude more like your fellow flowers, here...?

[There is a lengthy pause. Reim literally holds his breath.

Then the grayscale flowers vomit a few obscenities and tell him he's got a stick up his ass to rival the scale of the whole forest, and he slumps in defeat with a sigh.]

II. fancy

[genuinely the prompt here is that reim is Victorian and so dresses like a fancy victorian on purpose, but--

But that's it, actually. He has not been cursed by the town to wander around in formal wear he's uncomfortable in, he really dresses like this by choice. That means, however, that he is ready and willing to help others dress fancy, so he may just pop up apparently out of nowhere at the very first sign of textile-based distress.]

You've got a thread caught! Hold still! [Before, in true Chroma tradition, the whole sleeve unravels or something— it could happen.] I don't mean to pry, but... do you know this is on backwards?

["are you always a hot mess"]

III. drama

[Oh, he's long since plucked the hell out of a lovey dovey flower. We're way past that point now. Not that it's immediately obvious, because Reim has already disposed of the flower pieces and started scribbling something down in a notebook he pulls out of his vest pocket, so really, he could just be a little intense about his notes. Could be.

He is a little bit intense about everything, ultimately, including this thing: the impulse to declare his affections to strangers, which at the moment seems perfectly normal. He was raised by drama, you see, so the only option is to lean fully into it.

That said. Eventually he makes eye contact, sustained eye contact, and snaps his notebook shut with a smile. Hi.]

How many children do you want to have?

[we are skipping straight to the end and it does not matter if you can have children or not, it's on, please be at least a little of age bc reim is 26]

IV. wildcard

[help me. do whatever u want.]

2: Out of Uniform

[When Connor comes out of sleep mode, the first thing he notices is that what he's wearing didn't feel right. Looking down at himself, he sees, instead of his normal suit with its flashing LEDs to inform everyone he is an android, some sort of blue suit with a cape.

This is definitely illegal.

> Remove illegal garments.

So he starts stripping right there; it's not like he was designed with any bits to be modest about, after all. This doesn't get him much of anywhere, as the clothing doesn't seem to want to come off, no matter how hard he tries. Even when he starts to rip at it, nothing happens.

This is a predicament.

The order to find a way to remove the clothes still flashing in his visual sensors, he makes his way outside, on a quest to find a human who can hopefully help him rectify this situation.

It doesn't go well, either; his cape almost instantly gets stuck in the door, and no matter how he tries, he can't get it out.

So here he is, standing at the entrance of his boat house, tangled up in his cape and trying to pull it out of the door without ripping it (it probably belongs to some human, after all). When he sees someone coming, he looks over and raises his voice.]

Excuse me!

[He's... half expecting them to just ignore him.]

4: Can't Worry About Friends if You Don't Have Any

[Everyone might have told him it's a bad idea to go into the forest, but despite being literally built to take orders, Connor has never been particularly good at it. And without any way to connect to Cyberlife, his priority protocols haven't been giving him any particular directives to follow, anyway.

>Explore the woods.

It's as good as anything.

After stumbling around for awhile, and feeling a bit disoriented (it's so odd not being able to pull up his GPS), he finally makes it to the clearing with flowers. At least these aren't yelling so much.

On a whim, he reaches out and touches one, and...

Nothing.

Huh.]

...Somehow I thought something more would happen.

[Said aimlessly to no one, really. If he could be feeling silly right now, he would be.]

[[OOC: Since some people (understandably) don't want to touch DBH with a 39 1/2 foot pole, I do have an opt-out post if you need it!]]

i. but where's the catnip

[Are you standing near a mean-spirited bunch of grey flowers? Are you enjoying the compliments the colorful irises are sending your way? Well, it's not like it matters to Mogget. He's dry now, yes, but waking up in a well did not put this cat in a particularly good mood; it's why he slowly pads by the flowers, tail swishing ominously, before he turns to swiftly bat the nearest one to the ground.]

Obnoxious creations! No talent whatsoever—

[If they're polite flowers, they'll start complimenting his beautifully shiny white coat, or his emerald green eyes; if they're the gross grey kind, they'll call him all kinds of creative names. It doesn't matter! He picks up his paw and swings it through the air, sending forth a slash of what looks like white fire, and the head of every nearby flower... slowly drift to the ground. It's almost as if he used an invisible scythe to cut them right off? Huh.

Well, whatever! He's obviously pleased, as evidenced by the way his eyes are twinkling as he glances up at you.]

Dreadful things, weren't they? Some things simply aren't meant to speak.

[Says the talking cat.]

ii. a fancy boy

[Fancy wear for a cat? Impossible! ...Except not really, because when Mogget wakes up on this fine, fine morning he finds that he's wearing the largest, most onboxious ruff of all time. Even his best shapeshifting attempts can't free him from this tulle and lace prison.

So... hello! This already grumpy cat is even grumpier than usual as he stalks around town, trying to find a sunny, yet secluded spot to nap. If he catches anyone staring, he will whip his head around—rather stiffly, thanks to his stupid collar—, narrow his eyes, and hiss:]

And just what are you looking at?

iii. all YOUR friends are dead

[You don't have to be an ancient magical creature to tell that something is Wrong with the flowers in this deliciously sunny clearing, but perhaps you do have to be an ancient magical creature to know better than to touch them. Is Mogget curious? Oh, yes. He is, however, perfectly content to simply curl up near the flowers and nap as he waits for someone stupider than he to actually touch one.

So maybe that's you? Great! Pay no mind to the cute white cat sleeping off to the side.... until he, you know. Raises his head and sleepily blinks right at you.]

It certainly took you long enough. [He waves a paw in the air as he yawns, clearly impatient.] Well? What are you waiting for? Pluck one and be done with it.

iv. wildcard!!

[Throw something my way and I'll roll with it! Or come chat with me over at

tuchanka if you'd like to work something else out. For the canon familiar: Mogget's canon point is post-Abhorsen, so he doesn't have his usual bell and collar. Weird... But for the canon blind: Mogget looks like your average-sized white cat! The only strange thing about him are his eyes, which are a very, very bright shade of emerald green, and the fact that he can talk.]

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Hahaha!

[ she admires that boldness, and it’s a good thing, because this could easily turn sour if she hadn’t been amused by it. her fangs catch on the light. ]

I don’t want any brats nipping at my heels, but if you’re really interested, I don’t mind playing around.

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[ Jion's very friendly, so please feel free to assume previous CR with anyone! Or shoot me a ping me through PMs or at

databomb if you'd like to work something out, I'd love to chat! ]

i.

Oh, come on! [ It's not far from the well that Jion can be found crouched down low, arguing with a particularly prickly petunia. ] I mean, you're not wrong in calling me a meatbag, technically speaking, but that's still mean -- and like, you're a flower, aren't you supposed to be nice?

[ He's still damp from the well water, too. In fact, there's a faint path of half-dried drips and drops marking the path where he's stumbled here from the well and then gotten distracted by a mean, monochrome cluster of flowers. Which says something about his present mindset. The flower's busily calling him a nasty, smelly, worthless waste of oxygen, and Jion buries his head in his hands, giving a loud sigh. He mostly mumbles the next bit to himself, but it's still pretty audible. ]

I can't believe I gotta get yelled at even in my dreams ... and by flowers, flowers are always nice in movies, I feel so betrayed ...

ii. ( this prompt might delve into some gross medical talk! )

-- hey! [ Thump thump thump go panicked footsteps, followed by the arrhythmic stumble of booted feet against the uneven pavement, and a low scuffle as Jion quickly recovers, then runs up to the closest person. It's followed by a grab at an arm or a shoulder, anything he can grab and give a small panicked shake. ] Hey -- sorry to grab you, but -- d'you know how to get this stuff off?

[ He's dressed in what looks to be extremely fancy military ceremonial garb, complete with a feathered cap and a long, velvet mantle adorned with golden medallions and emblems. He looks ridiculous, in other words.

But Jion looks like he's worried about more than just the clothes as he clutches at the front of his ceremonial jacket, brow furrowed uneasily and breaths coming a little rough. ] These buttons won't come undone no matter what I do, and I really gotta get it off ...

iii.

[ It's not often that he spaces out this hard, but Jion's thoughts are millions of miles away as he picks petals off a flower, one at a time. Loves me, loves me not, loves me, loves me not ...

And the instant that last petal falls off, he strides over to the nearest person and stands right before them. ] S-sorry! [ It comes out a little loud from nerves, and his face is red. He takes a deep breath, like he's about to give a speech, then drops to one knee. It's very television, very right-from-a-Lifetime-movie when he places one hand to his chest, the other reaching out dramatically (still holding that petal-less flower) towards his poor victim (?) as he declares: ]

-- but -- I need to say it! I love you!

[ At least he's incredibly straightforward about this. ]

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i.

[ from out of the well and into some sort of fairytale-land, tsumugi supposes. they even have talking flowers from children's books, how cute!

too bad he just so happens to stumble upon a bunch of grayed-out flowers which are now spouting insults at the poor boy that may even rival a certain fellow magician back at his school. tsumugi shrinks into himself and covers his ears as he endures the verbal onslaught, quivering in his spot. ]

I-I'm sorry! My hair just looks this shaggy, okay? I can't help that! Huuu, and I thought young people are scary enough as they are, and now I have to deal with this too...?

[ for the love of god please help him calm down, they're just flowers. jeez. ]

ii.

[ whoever made these outfits must be really good at their job, tsumugi thinks. though maybe they should have considered its wearability, because tsumugi just could not take a single step without tripping on his feet, even when he's normally not that clumsy. maybe.

nevertheless, he's relieved that he's not alone in wearing these duds, because he will do his best in approaching you post-haste, long hems be damned. ]

Ah, hold on! Would you mind if I try fixing that outfit of yours -- Oof!

[ welp, he almost faceplanted onto the ground but it's still quite a fall. good thing his glasses are still intact. ]

wildcard
[ feel free to hit me up with something else! if you want to plot something out with me, go ahead and PM me or PP me at

jikochuu. ]

[Fangs! Great, those are definitely perfectly safe. Something in the back of his mind recoils in totally justified terror, but it's not enough to stop this train, so never mind that.]

—Oh. [He does deflate a little, frowning slightly and opening that notebook again. Hm...] Well, that eliminates the next ten or so questions...

Are you certain?

[Guren doesn't like anything that's going on with these flowers. They're a pain, they're causing people to get lovesick, and he's already had a handful of awkward scenarios that he doesn't want to deal with. That's why, when Ryan turns to him with so much interest, he misunderstands it completely.]

No.

[A flat answer, and he's glaring down at these colorless flowers like he's really considering just stomping them into the ground... but that would probably make someone he cares about (a few someones, really) pretty sad, and he sighs, instead.

It's like he's momentarily forgotten about Ryan, but he hasn't he's just ignoring him for the hot minute he thinks he has a love confession on the tip of his tongue, I'm so sorry.]

[ Oh. Oh man. He can't not step in when he sees something like this. At least Kisa gets plenty of warning in the form of footsteps thumping her way, followed by a voice calling out, ]

Hey, are you alright?

[ A shadow blocks out some of the sunlight the next moment as Jion crouches before her, offering a hand to help her up. He's dressed in fancy military garb himself, complete with ridiculous velvet mantle and feathered hat, but he's more worried about her than anything else at the moment. ]

Jeez, that looked like a nasty spill. ... You're not hurt anywhere, are you?

[ Too bad for Kisa, Jion's a bit too gormless to pretend he didn't see that incredibly embarrassing tumble of hers. But hey, at least he means well. ]

Sweetie, if you’re having that much trouble, I suggest you take the cape off.

[ sierra is very good and helpful, and surprisingly enough, she doesn’t sound especially patronizing toward this poor clumsy girl. she also doesn’t move to help her, but it’s better than being mocked. maybe. ]

Come now, stand up.

[The temptation to just turn around and leave is great, but it's not like he expects that to work with a vampire? So, unfortunately, he can't pull that gag here. Instead, he's got his hand on the hilt of his sword, eyes narrowing automatically.

That's a weird thing she just said but he doesn't know what kind of joke it's supposed to be??]

Don't come any closer. What do you want?

[Is it a fight? He heard lovers and yet he thinks fight. He's broken inside.]

-no?

[That stops him short. He pauses, blinking up at him-- and frowning for a moment, looking a little distracted. It's odd; he could swear he felt more than one person...]

I mean- if this is a bad time, maybe we could talk later, or-?

[He definitely sounds more hesitant there, though.]

You should take a lady at her word.

[ she tuts, but again, nothing about her seems especially dangerous. she does like this bookish type, after all, and for a moment she regrets the use of the word “brats”—has she tipped her hand too early?

whatever the case, she smiles. ]

But you’ve intrigued me, young man. Go ahead and ask me those questions.

[If there's one thing he's good at, it's ignoring potential danger, such as both the woods and small growling predators. When he realizes it's trying to block the path, though, that at least gets him to pause, frowning down at it--

And then he's just going to crouch down and hesitantly offer it a hand. That's a thing animals do, right, sniffing hands...? He's less used to living animals, honestly.]

You're not, uh, lost or anything, right? Pretty sure tigers aren't supposed to live in the woods... what are you doing out here, huh?

[ why you have to be mad ]

Hm?

[ the magic hasn’t worn off yet, and sierra seems completely and totally undeterred by this man’s forceful, defensive response. she doesn’t come closer, but it seems more like her choice than his demand. ]

I’m asking if you’d take me to bed. You’re very handsome, you know.

[You know, he's been the target of love a good handful of times at least, and he got to reject it all like a cool guy, but this... is entirely different? It's one of those rare things that catches Guren off guard, and he doesn't know how to react at first.]

I— what?

[Is he doing a study on children, he doesn't know?? He'll take a crack at this, to try and recover.]

I already have too many kids.

Ah— [Shit, she's right!! He's already been incredibly rude (asking her about having children with him is not rude, for the record), but he perks up some upon being given this generous second chance. Excellent!!]

Alright, if you'll pardon my manners— making this go as smoothly as possible is part of my goal! [beams........ now then.] First question: assuming a positive number of children, how far apart in age would you like them to be?

[No, stranger, how many children do you want to have? Specifically with him. It's kind of a study, but the study is their domestic future.

He taps his pen on the corner of the notebook, considering this surprise answer.]

Really? You don't look old enough. [Hm...] But as we'll be sharing the responsibilities, please, give me an estimate!

[A black cat nearby lets out a yowl and jumps about 6 feet in the air when that lightning strikes down, only to land it's back as a teenage looking human with red eyes, blue hair and eyebags so dark they look painted on.

He was hoping to find somewhere nice and quiet to nap, and this flower field wasn't it before and definitely wasn't now. He levels her with a gawping, annoying look, rubbing his back. He's going to lose his shade, at this rate...]

So violent.....

[Sure, the flowers were annoying, but really...]

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[Okay, it's a little sad to see Tsumugi over there getting owned by flowers... As tempting as it is to just keep walking along, he decides to step over. He seems calm and put together as always, even as pale as he is, and he has a hand curled near his chin.]

Is something upsetting you, Tsumugi?

[He hasn't become a victim of flower insults himself just yet.]

It'll look odd to others if you're standing amongst the flowers and crying to yourself, so please try to pull yourself together.

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Test Drive Meme 3.

QUESTIONS

no subject

Ghost Quartz - Houseki no Kuni

Ryan Farrow | OC

Kisa Sohma | Fruits Basket

reim lunettes | pandora hearts

Connor | Detroit: Become Human

mogget | the old kingdom trilogy

iii... whoops

jion haru | oc

tsumugi aoba / ensemble stars!

thank u i was lost without my numerals

1 the alternate version, but I made it worse

ii

ii!

iii you can't give me this option and have me Not

no subject

the baby making prompt

iv!

there he is

iii everyone wants reim

awash is officially nsfw

lewd

I

i for i love tsumugi and i was summoned by your presence