#Wilted Roses

[justasecretflower]

HIII!! ermm this is my first time requesting something so idk if I'm doing something wrong, but I saw the Ticci Toby dating before he became a proxy can we pretty please have one where we meet him after he became a proxy? Tyyy!!! (You can just ignore this if you're already making something similar or you just don't want to do it) 🤍🖤

Hi chérie! I love this idea hon:)! When requesting creepypasta you put the “🥀” emoji if you wanna request more :). Love you sm!

🥀- Meeting Ticci Toby! Again after dating him before he was a proxy 🤍

Synopsis- you meet ticci Toby in the woods after you haven’t seen him for years. What’s his reaction?

~fluff.

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- seeing the boy you once loved years ago, now a hatchet in his hands with somebody’s blood smeared on his clothes is certainly a tough sight.

- you were out for a walk in the woods expecting it to be quiet, not expecting to see him..

- his eyes would soften, his shoulders slump and letting go of the hatchet as it slipped out of his grasp.

- he scans over your body head to toe, examining the slight changes within you. He soaks up every bit of it.

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The crickets hopped through the thick blades of grass, fireflies popped out occasionally, lighting up a tiny patch of darkness throughout the forest. It was peaceful, just the way I liked it. The peace coddled me and made me feel snug, like I was wrapped in a quilt.

Hearing some footsteps my eyes quickly snap to look where the source of the sound was, my heart thumping and my body tensing with goosebumps decorating my skin. Then I see him, face to face with a man I used to love. That I mourned when he went missing, that I cried millions of raging oceans of tears for. He had changed tremendously. He grew a good couple of inches / a foot on me (depending on how tall u are.) his face got severely scarred, like his face got cut into, and he had blood splattered on his coat, hands, and hatchet that he was carrying. I didn’t know what happened, I don’t even wanna picture it, but the thoughts telling me I knew what happened, and throwing pictures into my head of my Toby taking someone’s life make me slap a hand over my mouth and take a shaky breath in.

His hazel eyes go through a mix of emotion. Anger, confusion, realization, then landing on a softened look of affection, like our memories together are just now hitting him. I can’t speak. Even if I want to. “Y-Y/n..” he whispers my name like a prayer, soft spoken, promising, gentle, honest.

My hand shakily reaches back down. “Toby.” I echo back. My voice almost a fleeting breath, just barely a whisper. He keeps getting closer, and my breathing keeps getting more shallow with every crunch of the fiery leaves under his boots.

We’re just a couple inches to a foot away from each other now. I can see his dark hazel eyes, that I used to look into before kissing him, the messy brown hair I used to thread between my fingertips , the lips I used to laugh into a kiss on, he pulls so many strings on my heart by just looking at me. Like he’s playing a heavenly harp and I’m just standing here, soaking up his presence.

“I m-missed y-you.” And the walls crumble down, the strings break.

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- he stalks you for a bit, deciding to leave small things he found like pinecones and wildflowers at your porch.

- he makes it clear that he’s sending it.

- eventually, he starts giving them to you in person, starting to talk to you more and more.

- you learned about what happened, and what he does. You’re not thrilled, but you can’t stop what you’re feeling.

- whenever he’s with you, he goes back to a time when he didn’t have any blood on his hands, when he looked up to the stars and kissed you under them, when there were fleeting kisses under the covers and comforting snuggles.

- you’re his warmth.

- unlike him, you didn’t change for the worse, And you’re doing amazing in life, which makes him so happy.

- he knows you find his killing distasteful, so whenever he goes out to kill, he comes back and just.. grips onto you, sinking on his knees and mumbling stuff about how he loves you, he missed you, and how much he’s sorry that he ended up like this. Clothes all bloody and dirty, dirt caking his face with somebody’s blood on his hands.

- his love language is touch..WOAH!!

- his hand is always in yours, finger tips to finger tips, nose to nose, forehead to forehead, kissing softly, tight hugs, loving embraces.

- refuses to get you involved with slender. You’re the only thing in his life that doesn’t revolve around killing, the creeps, and gruesome settings, you’re what brings him back to simpler times, he 100% preserves that.

- “Angel” because you saved him yet again in hard times.

- “sunshine” because you’re the only thing that shines in his horribly dark life (corny but true.)

- cares about your safety and gets you like a thousand locks for your doors and windows, even gifted you a hatchet to match his right next to your bed if something happens while he’s gone.

- he doesn’t mess around when it comes to you. No one touches or hurts his angel.

- sometimes he’ll just..come behind you, interlace your fingers and kiss your lips softly, telling you he loves you.

- he’s so little spoon core.

- he lays on your chest, curls his whole body into you.

- you’re his whole world<3…

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[crownedinmarigolds]

Once again @its-sixxers does it again..... It's Ralph and Khloe!! AHHHHHHHH. I love this so much I'm going to pass out. Thank you so much for drawing this you're the best! Please everyone, go support sixxers!! <3 Ralph belongs to @thesixthplaneteer and Khloe is my girl!

[donniipao]

til death do us part

[thesixthplaneteer]

My amazing and beautiful wife ( @crownedinmarigolds ) used her brilliant talents and drew this for me for Christmas!!!!

It's a cover for my writing project; The Carmichael Chronicles

And omg oqidygdhsbjwkkakdjdjeiwowo it's so cool!

LOOK AT ITTT LOOOOOKK AT ITTTTT

[poeticallylazyaf07]

As the roses wilted, so did she.

Her- roses in its absolute form.

Love,

Anonymous.

[perfecttragedyflower]

I am a wilted flower, praying those around me remember, I need to watered sometimes too.

[potatoqueenpal]

It's hereeeee!

Well Part 1 is of Chapter 2 is mainly because I had so many thoughts and ideas that I had to cut parts out so if wasn't just a "Fuck Colm all my homes hate Colm" ramble.

Part should be out in about...a week or so? I don't want to burn myself out before this story is done!

So without futher ado!

Wilted Roses Chapter 2.

This is Pre-Gabe death and how I think he and Sweetheart would interact.

I love you! Have a good read!

OH WAIT WAIT I ALMOST FORGOT.

Yall oma say this upfront. Sweetheart will be the described in the way I see them. And referred too with she/her pronouns.

This is just the way I view them, if you wish to imagine them in any other way, be my guest.

(Because someone out there will be like, "b-but but, Sweetheart isn't ____" THEY ARE TO ME.)

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*slam*

Gabe sighed as the house rattled from the slam. The coffee on the table slightly sloshing over the "World's best Dad" mug and onto the table. Adding a new stain to the coffee table that used to be tan... or ...maybe white? He really couldn't tell anymore. But it was a sign as any to get off his ass and talk to the angry stealth who was currently ranting to the walls and pacing a hole in his rug.

'So...' Gabe trailed off as he looked up at the furious stealth. Glaring at her cup of tea like it insulted her lineage.

'How did your meeting go with THE Colm Greer, kiddo?'

Sweetheart scoffed and rolled her green eyes, 'Oh, Swimmingly. I'm honored to have met a man, who compares every success he has to mine. Or talks like he's gods greatest gift! Just the best experience!'

Sweetheart's words were dripped in sarcasm as she gestured frantically, a braid from her meat bun landing and resting persistently against her face as she grabbed the mug and chugged the tea. 'I always dreamed of meeting my partners parents, and I dreamed of meeting Colm but he's such a...uh...'

'Jerk?' Gabes asked, raising an eyebrow as he smirked.

'Yes!' Sweetheart confirmed before pausing. 'Can Alphas say that about their pack?"

'Eh.' Gabe shrugged and took a swig off his tea. His messy brown hair sticking to him from the heat as his green eyes stared at Kiara from over the rim of the mug.

'I mean it lovingly' Gabe answered as he continued to sio the tea before setting it down.

'But enough about him, How's Mi Mi?'

Sweetheart snickered. ' "Mi Mi?" Please tell me you're joking'

'Dead serious. Tell you what, I'll get you some more tea and a baby book of Milo from Marie, and we'll laugh about it together.'

Sweetheart nodded and slid her cup over as Gabe grabbed it before heading to the kitchen. Today was gonna be fun.

(The though that Gabe and Sweetheart met before his death haunts me at night and I had to get some fluff from it)

[kitcatttt]

This will not matter for a while but 😁

[mysti-kay]

Started a Drawtober with prompts from my friend!

Day 1: Red Spider Lillies

[1-wiltedroses-supporter]

WILTED ROSES MY BELOVED JAHHJSFHJAFHGACHGSV

[crownedinmarigolds]

Saw the outfit, had to draw the kittens in them. I love these stupid fits unironically. Ralph and Khloe being completely honest with the public about their dynamic.

[ebertsphotos]

The old rose dies, making room for the new one. There is beauty in decay.

[sophiesoraya]

Is it really love yeah

If you really feel it?

I would pay the price oh

If you really mean it

[thesixthplaneteer]

OC Smash or Pass - Randolph Gaylord King III (Ralph)

Behold! Ralph

(art by the amazing and beautiful @crownedinmarigolds)

If the pics didn't get you I don't think the info on him will help but it's below if you wanna read it!

AMAB Cis (He/Him)

Sexuality: Fem leaning Bi

Clan: Thin Blood that got Noss'd

Affiliation: The Duskborn of Atlanta (Eat the elders!)

Apparent age: The embrace was rough on him, looks about 30s-ish

Actual age (as of 2024): 26yo

Ralph puts on a veneer of being self centered and superficial because he has had to be that way to survive after being discharge from the army. His insta-thot days gave him as much issues as money. He just needs a hug and be called a good boy and will get NASTY with a partner that can get past his barriers.

[touchstarvedphie]

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ the Wilted Rose ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

I am a wilting rose

A child plucked from the ground,

and brought home.

She presented me before

A judge who favored pity

More than she favored truth.

“Beautiful” she’d said,

“Perfect” she’d said,

“Enough” she’d said.

But the rose was wilted and ugly,

It was far from perfect,

And it’d never be enough.

No mater how many people said otherwise

Words are just words,

And no matter what lies breach the air,

The rose is still wilted.

[potatoqueenpal]

I LOVE WILTED ROSE SM OMG IVE BEEN LOOKING FOR A FIC LIKE THIS N I COULDNT FIND ONE

the part were colm walks in an empty room w the decorations,,,,,,,, IM ON THE FLOOR IN PIECES

love it give me 17 of em, can't wait for this friday!!!!!

Awwww thank you so much! I'm so so happy you liked it!

To be honest I was SO worried it would flop and never pick up but getting this has me so pumped. Thank you a thousand times over!

Amd a thank you to all my readers too I love you sooooo much! Big hugs to all of you!