#skittishfable

(Lowkey idk what else to draw uhm.)

SANSSEMBLE POLL! VOTE MISPRINT SO SHE CAN WIN AGAINST LAB WORKERS ONCE AND FOR ALL!!!

Misprint belongs to me

Ink belongs to Comyet

Katima belongs to me

Her askblog is @ask-katima-official

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Flowery!!! I brought you a friend!!! I think you two would get along!!! :D (he doesnt bite I swear)

Hahah-! What makes you think I’ll be ACTUALLY able to inter-

…. Fuck-

They don’t even last 1 minute alone together because Flowery tried to get his pot closer, however the other flower wasn’t a fan of that, and a shouting match started!

What is with all the shouting he-

YOU REMIND ME OF MY BROTHER. OR, IS IT MY BROTHER I AM THINKING OF? DO I HAVE A BROTHER? I DON'T QUITE REMEMBER. NO, I DO. I'M SURE OF IT.

I AM A MAN YOU MAY RECOGNIZE, OR MAY NOT. AND THAT IS ALRIGHT IF YOU DO NOT, FOR WE HAVE NEVER MET. EVEN IF YOU RECOGNIZE THE BODY, YOU DO NOT TRULY KNOW THE ROLE, NOR THE ACTOR BEHIND IT.

I AM THE FORGOTTEN MAN. I AM FORGETTABLE, AND WITH THAT, THAT IS WHO I AM. WHO ARE YOU, IF I MAY ASK? ARE YOU SOMEONE I KNOW? OR ARE YOU SOMEONE I DO NOT KNOW? PERHAPS THAT IS THE SAME QUESTION.

IF I DO KNOW YOU, THEN I'VE FORGOTTEN ALREADY. MUCH LIKE YOU WILL WITH ME. FOR WE WERE NEVER MEANT TO MEET FOR LONG. AS IS THE NATURE OF THINGS. HERE...

The man gives you a small, white egg.

PERHAPS THIS COULD HELP YOU REMEMBER, EVER SO SLIGHTLY, THAT WE HAD MET IN SOME WAY, SHAPE OR FORM. - @theforgottenman95

I’ve honestly had this ask in the back of my mind when I first saw it. I honestly have no fucking idea what I should draw for this… but I know I can still write. I haven’t slept btw so this might be shit.

She stares at the man… quite confused. What was he doing here.. and why did his face remind her of Gareth… that man who had once helped her, now a sore memory. She listened to the words… but it was like he said something… but nothing at the same time.. she wasn’t sure what to make of it, but her eye started to glow, preparing for the worst of the worst.. who knows, even mystery men like this one can be a jumpscare.

She tightened her hands into fists… it doesn’t make sense..”we have never met”… yet there he is, standing in front of her. Whoever this is… is a force to be reckoned with. And she didn’t need to know the role, or the actor behind it.

… She didn’t answer the question. It didn’t even feel like a question was asked, just statement… taht he does not know what she is. And to be honest, she was glad he didn’t… she didn’t need some new face asking her why she looks like cotton candy.. she cannot explain the colours.

She doesn’t think this encounter will ever leave her mind.. especially with the possibilities of what can happen… he could land an attack, trip her up. Start verbally attacking.. and she was ready. But alas… it was all for naught. The fire handing her an egg and leaving… it just cemented the realization. She doesn’t trust others.. even though she’s never met them before.. she should loosen up.. be more trusting. She can’t keep her walls closed off forever… she was thankful that Buttercup managed to dig through the walls she built… but she can’t keep it up forever.. she smiles, hugging the egg a little in her hands, very careful so it wouldn’t break.

Thank you.

What do you even plan to do with Katima- er, Misprint, anyway? Like, woohoo for you and all but like- what now? You gonna like- leave or something? This seems like it's too easy to backfire on you.

Well.. I’ll live the life I always deserved of course! Being loved.. being safe. It won’t backfire!! This time- this time I have it. I will make sure none of my vines stick out…. It’ll be PERFECT this time around……… I won’t fail. Not anymore…

He looks a bit. Nervous… maybe he kind of knows and is afraid of this backfiring for real.. but he’s determined to win this time around, and have this vessel forever. He moves Misprint smoothly to the room where Buttercup was calling Misprint from… this may be your chance.

Well usually when we hear "stab" we think knives! Our brain defaulted! Also surprised you didn't say anything about the being semifluid-

Taps microphone… hint hint, Shrooms oc managed to get through, I don’t think “nothing” is an option. ;3

Lalalalallalalal!!! I DON’T CARE WHAT YOU FUCKING THINK! Shut the fuck up already! UGH. Oh… I don’t really.. care. Yeah. I’ve seen monsters made of fire, me aka plants.. bones, animals- I don’t think there even is a limit, I’m not phased by whatever the fuck a body is made of. Hell- I’ve seen a monster made of straight up WOOD. It doesn’t matter in the grand scheme of things. Now let me go about the day… yeah? I need to learn the patterns of this Buttercup bitch so she doesn’t find me out.

He grimaces, waving goodbye…… but this won’t work, he can still answer questions.

Hey Flowery

How good is your regeneration?

Would your petals grow back if they were, say, plucked? Pulled agonizingly slowly out of your head while you could do nothing but feel the pain? :)

Or would it stay gone, leaving you sad and bald?

Uhm. Well. I’ve uh… healed from being stepped on and my petals torn away…. So I guess my regeneration is good.

Why the fuck is this person saying this when before they told Misprint that they like me…… this is why I don’t need anyone, two faced motherfuckers..