the blue rose. ⁽ ᵃᵘᵗᵒᵖˡᵃʸ ⁾

I have no explanation as to why or how this happened. A year ago today, I made a blog for Alice, my dear white baby, & many of you have put forth so much effort into getting to know me & my muse that I really can’t thank you enough. A bias list, a follow forever – whatever you want to call it, it’s about time I gave you guys recognition, & when better to do it than on the anniversary of the creation of this blog? Right at 467 followers as of writing this, I really can’t thank all of you enough. Special thanks to Faith, Eli, & Vulture, who have seriously made my experience in this fandom unforgettable. Honestly, the three of you mean a lot to me, more than I can ever say in a mere post like this, & your intentions genuinely paved the roads to a long-lasting friendship. Thank you so much for all the love & advice you have given me. This list is given in no particular order other than obvious organization.

I’m really stupid, so it’s quite possible that I’ve forgotten some people. Please let me know if I have!

                                                     &&. queen’s compatriots

People who have made a name for themselves to me. I know them at least decently well on either this blog or Elliot.

   whiteknightxmadhatter  / offwithhisheart / mortuipetalis / whatever the fuck else ( smh ) |    colbiisms  |  coprxae  |  hiiddeneyes   |   mxgniloquentism   /   kibouun   |   nightsinned   |    turquoise-azalea      |    amethistus-lepus    |   eneruno   |   nessanightray | hisfledgling

                                                    &&. queen’s subjects

People of whom I intensely enjoy seeing on my dashboard, regardless of blog. I haven’t spoken intensively OOC to them, but I strongly recommend following them, for they are a positive & worthwhile person to watch.

“Silly garry! You need to eat something better! Mom always says breakfast is important and it can make you really energized the whole day, I don’t want you to be all sleepy! Why don’t I make you pancakes? I learned how to make them on my own!” At least the results of her pancakes were way better than the results of her cookies, as much as Ib gets spoiled with nice things, she adores spoiling others much more.

“That sounds ... great.”

He really is a bad liar, isn’t he. Well, it serves him right, so he won’t complain about getting caught. He small body is still pressing against his back and he smiles to himself for a moment, before he turns around slightly and wraps his arms around her waist, to pull her closer and hug her properly. Just a little bit warmth, a little more than he already got, because he really needs this right now.

And she’s so fragile and weak and vulnerable in his arms like that, it’s almost painful.

Aya started to notice, She took more quick steps closer to him. “Well yes…in fact There’s a slight difference between his and I’s satisfaction. He kills for enjoyment, I kill to end suffering.”

“But I want to live.”

Maybe this is another challenge he has to win, another danger he has to overcome to finally get to do that. To live. To be happy, even if it is only a little bit. “I want to live! I don’t want to be one of those lifeless dolls, I don’t care about the pain living brings. I want to live, no matter how much it may hurt, so leave me in peace.”

He fought so much to get the life he has now, to be able to do the things he is doing now, and now he has to fight for it again. What was the point in winning if he is losing it all again? He won’t let that happen. He can’t.

“That’s pretty cool.” She replies as she rests her elbows on the bridge’s handle. “I wish my hair was just as cool as yours, but sadly I can’t dye mine for the sake my best friend who says blonde suits me.”

Rin couldn’t help but sigh, Sometimes Yuka cares way too much of her appearance, but besides that, she doesn’t really see herself as attractive as her best friend, discarding those thoughts about her looks, she smiles towards him, despite his appearance, she felt that he was a nice guy.

“I’m Garry.”

He holds his cigarette out of the way, so she won’t be bothered by it and smiles at her. He feels more comfortable, now, that he isn’t that startled anymore and starts to feel himself into the conversation, wondering what reason she had for talking to him. It’s rare to see people just approaching each other and normally, he is the one to do it, but this is a nice change in scenery.

There once was a shepherd boy who was bored as he sat on the hillside watching the village sheep.

                 To amuse himself he took a great breath and sang out,

                                     “Wolf! Wolf! The Wolf is chasing the sheep!”

                                                           - THE BOY WHO CRIED WOLF -

Narrated and Written by queen dovahkiin 

As his fingers linger around the knife, he hesitates. Can he ... really do that? Really hurt someone again, when they’re not showing that they want to hurt him? Mary ... was about to kill them, to destroy them, erase their existence and he had to burn her painting. But this boy ... did he really do anything? Can he really hurt him for doing nothing to threaten him?

   A solemn visage is the only indication as to his mood when,  clinging,  Elliot slowly grows quieter & quieter, eventually  becoming  a  useless  weight & remaining latched onto Garry. He doesn’t lift his face, merely  retains his position, even with the occasional hiccup  of  his  shoulders.

{♕} || —— ❝Thank…you.❞

“No problem.”

A small, happy smile slips on his lips as he finally hears Elliot’s voice and felt how he calmed down, with every chocked breath a little more. It’s also nice that he doesn’t reject his touches and his help already, still remaining with his head leaning on his shoulder and with Garry’s hands in his hair. He strokes through it, twirls the strands around his fingers and giggles quietly after another moment of silence, to lighten up the atmosphere a little.

   Garry’s sudden change in the tone of voice alarms Elliot, & he  blinks, watching. His husband had  always  seemed  so  simple,  so kind & foolish & lighthearted, & yet right now,  he  has  never  seemed both so vulnerable & so distant. Something’s  not  right,  that much is obvious – but what can he possibly say? What can  Elliot possibly do to delve into the darkness  that  is  this  man’s  mind? He stares in awe for a moment.

{♕} || —— ❝…Are you okay…Garry?❞

“I ... I need to ...”

It’s different and it’s disturbing him. This is not something that should happen when he’s awake. It should happen after a nightmare, after a night without enough rest for his mind to compensate all those feelings. But this ... this shouldn’t be happening. He has to go, before it turns into the same that happened with Ib. The memory is faint and almost gone, but he knows that he could hurt Elliot and he doesn’t want to.

“I need to go, Elliot. I-I’m -- okay, really, just -- let me go, alright?”