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@ricksinajar

Ricky had K sat in a chair, black smock draped over his shoulders and across his front as she combed the tangles from his hair, leafing through it with her fingers to get a sense of it.

Satisfied with that, she picks up her scissors and pulls out a strip of hair with her comb, holding the ends between her fingers and snips away the split ends. She hummed along pleasantly as she repeated the process across his head.

❝ Reveal to me everything you find ugly about yourself, so I can reveal to you everything I find beautiful about you. ❞ -Confessions of a Wallflower.

headcanons, volume two.

🌿 [if you could describe your muse as any plant, which one would it be and why?]- From Kay.

🌴 [ 𝙾𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝙿𝚊𝚕𝚖 𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚜 ];I If Vice had to be a plant, it would be an opium poppy. But just any opium poppy, he would be a red one. Here's why, the opium poppy looks beautiful and harmless, but it produces one of the world’s most powerful narcotics. It represents wealth, addiction, and global underground trade. Historically tied to drug empires and cartels. Symbolically, this is how it plays out, Vice would be the kind of plant that is elegant on the surface but controls people from the shadows. It represents sacrifice, violence, and dominance, associated with wars and bloodshed.It suggests a ruler whose empire was built through force and fear. Vice is ruthless, feared, and willing to eliminate anyone in his way.

❝I could recognize him by touch alone, by smell; I would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth. I would know him in death, at the end of the world.❞ -The Song of Achilles

@ricksinajar

Send me a ▲ (or type triangle if you can't see it) for a gif of how my muse feels about yours (openly and secretly)

Openly

Send ׅ 𝄂𝄚𝅦𝄚𝄞𝅄 For The Mun To Make A 3-5 Song Playlist Of Your Ship!

((He refuses to send that death ask xD))

My muse is dead. Tell me how yours is dealing with it.

The answer brought a small smirk upon his lips. Not because he could see the visual before him in his mind, but the fact that his amor would do such a thing, come his time if he were to ever leave this wretched world. Plummeting the world into total and complete darkness.

They did and have talked about the what ifs, if either one of them were to leave and not come back to one another. A hard pill to swallow, a reality too harsh to even think about. That one day, the inevitable would happen, and either him or K, would go through the journey of mourning one another.

"You know that I would bring entire dimensions and planets war, and bring them down to ashes if you were to go such a route, especially if I were to find out someone or something was at fault." Walking over towards them, he reached over to cup their face and stroke the apple of their cheek with his thumb. "But if I were to leave one day, I would always find you Kay, in every life time, in every dimension, in every multiverse. I will always come back to you."