Softblocked everyone to get out of the way. I don’t know what to do with this blog anymore, but I guess just letting this rot will do for now. Take care and thank you for everything, everyone. 💖✨💖✨
USUALLY, THE UNKNOWN WILL WATCH FROM AFAR, see how the scene play out and what ( as well as who ) will leave from it. Though, something strange is pulling xem forth, enter the scene, and take upon a new role, a watcher xe is no more. [ TALK LIKE A HUMAN, ACT LIKE A HUMAN. ] ❝ Helloooo there, do - do you - do you need any help? ❞ xe asks, oddly casual for something that can be possibly dire to @crscendo. ❝ I like to think I am - I am a good helper! ❞ As gleefully said with a puff of xyr chest out in soft pride, scarred lips a cutting grin.
❝ True courage is about being honest
with yourself, especially when it’s difficult. ❞
— @vaunlicht
XE FINDS XEMSELF AGREEING WITH URYU. It can be terrifying for one to face themself, look right into the statics, statics, S T A T I C S— these incessant questions of who they were, who they are now, who they will be. Yet, there is bravery in embracing it, tell it on their own with only tenderness: “ I will love you anyway. ” ❝ Have you had those times when you held doubts in your- in yourself, Uryu? ❞ As the Unknown’s head tilts, xyr gaze on Uryu’s, not once breaking— xyr curiosity dwells between quiet words, trying to peek into the resolute soul before xem.
THE IMPOSSIBLE LIVES UP to xyr epithet, the offered thing an act that simultaneously shocks and soothes; bared vitriol receding, lotus-eater simpering in gratitude — ` yo - [..] - you - for real? ’ moves quickly as to steady the thing before it falls, ` ey - ey, ’ gently, takes it from [𝚁𝙴𝙳𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙴𝙳], the level of care taken for another a rarity from noisyboy. ` be careful, shit’s fragile as f—. dropped a pot of peace lily once while i wa’ moving, didn’t live it down f’ years. pretty - little real permanence. ’ bird-song usually raucous now the texture of satin and silk in passing. « ain’t tha’ the - nature of everything? yeah. my loves. - my loves. i’ll [..] - call her liesel - lies’. yeah - yeah. » eyes up to [𝚁𝙴𝙳𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙴𝙳], full attentions. ` you - unreal - unreal. any plants of your own? ’
A CHUCKLE FALLS AND THE WHOLE WORLD NEARLY MELTS. Wrinkles form ‘neath mismatched eyes, a telling of more joy felt at Noisyboy’s soothed / shocked reaction through a wider smile, bigger heart. ( However, xe grimaces at the mention of an accident and calms xemself down— now carefully hands the gift over to him with an apologetic gaze. ) ❝ Woof, sorry to - sorry to hear that, man. A peace lily, you said?... Heard they can be taken care of for at least three to five years, so, that is real un- un- unfortunate... ❞ Xe nods in sympathy. [ Nature, it is powerful, just as fleeting too— like everything else, everyone, us. ] ❝ None now... I - I - I had taken care of them here and there, but, ah, as a nomad, I would always end up giving them away to those who actually can. Sometimes, I buy a plant, give it a lil’ tour around the area I got it from, then after a day or two of te- tending the friend, finally, I give it - I give it to someone who may need an extra company. ❞ Xyr smile softens, fond as recalling the memories, yet, slowly, this sadness builds in xem— a longing for permanency in nurturing such soft things.
A SUCCULENT HELD IN THESE SHAKY HANDS, recently brought and most cherished by the strange nomad, smiling and shining— how this plant lives with vigor from xyr endless love, the greatest light of all! [ Though, xe knows there is someone who can give it just as much— even more, for his soul is nature bound with his veins as vines and eyes holding softest sunlight. His hands find nothing but chaos, yet, still, by his presence, the flowers around him have not once flinched. ] ❝ Fuck yeah, this pal is for you, Noi! Consider this as my fri- fri- friendship gift! ❞ Out of excitement, xe lifts the pot up to Noisyboy’s face, giggling in childlike glee.
❝ So... If you are Spider-man, can you turn into a spi- spider? ❞ Childlike curiosity high in tone, the Unknown gently pokes @webdget on the forehead, as if that will activate his bug shifting power. Though, even before Peter can respond to xem, xe already finds xemself slipping into disappointment while xyr shoulders slowly droops. ❝ Ah, no worries, I - I will - I will get a good spider and name it after you!... Kind of! Spider-man and Spider-spider! ❞ ( Xe giggles at the image of the hero himself having a friendly spider friend on top of his head. )
❝ Vi, Vivi, Vivivivivivi— ❞ As Sparky keeps poking @shesould on the arm each time xe says her common nickname, giggling, xe bounces on xyr heels, sheer excitement clinging onto glitched tone. ❝ LOOOOOOOKIEEE! ❞ When Vivienne finally looks over to Sparky, she will find xem holding up an illustrated paper of them together in simple shapes, holding hands while Vivienne’s other hand is holding onto a microphone and xyrs have a guitar. Symbols of musical notes float above and above them— it adds an extra lovely touch to the drawing!