&& 𝘚𝘖 𝘚𝘏𝘌 𝘉𝘓𝘖𝘖𝘔𝘚.

lover of botany && nature’s gift. .•° ✿ °•. Olivia of #fungerrp °•. ✿ .•° mdni.

[&& 𝘚𝘖 𝘚𝘏𝘌 𝘉𝘓𝘖𝘖𝘔𝘚. @botanywield]

…

❝ 𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆
𝒂 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎, 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒊𝒕? ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ꕥ

-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ-

OLIVIA HAAS;
LOVER OF BOTANY—
mind forever inquisitive.

[&& 𝘚�� 𝘚𝘏𝘌 𝘉𝘓𝘖𝘖𝘔𝘚. @botanywield]

*＊✿❀THE BOTANIST. ❀✿＊*

[&& 𝘚𝘖 𝘚𝘏𝘌 𝘉𝘓𝘖𝘖𝘔𝘚. @botanywield]

A low whistle; fingers slick from a clever mouth, breath exhaled—whilst a free hand settles upon steel, wheelchair moving forward.

[&& 𝘚𝘖 𝘚𝘏𝘌 𝘉𝘓𝘖𝘖𝘔𝘚. @botanywield]

Metal 𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒔, bracing cold against a loving touch—as she hauls herself across the ground, well violated by the pouring heavens. A shiver embraces a spine, jumper a little solace in the grand scheme of things.

[soli @solisolsoli]

Botanica No.23 by Gail Potocki

[deux @deuxide]

Thousand-yard stare funger termina edition

#fearandhunger
#fearandhungertermina
#levi
#karin
#daan
#olivia

[&& 𝘚𝘖 𝘚𝘏𝘌 𝘉𝘓𝘖𝘖𝘔𝘚. @botanywield]

Wheels spin, loving hands gliding against its blackened edge—tongue shifting as a mouth hums a low song. The grass is little consequence to her path, despite the fog’s wet kiss upon the earth.

[——— ( KNIGHT’S DEVOTION. ) @knightichor]

┊┊┊┊ ♞♞ ｡˚ ✧

DEVOTION BLED: HOLY
ICHOR SPILLED IN DEATHLESS
ADMIRATION && 𝑾͟𝑶͟𝑹͟𝑺͟𝑯͟𝑰͟𝑷͟.

𝒌𝒏𝒊��𝒉𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒊𝒅𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒔𝒖𝒏.

#mvrp ┊ #fungerrp┊#fearandhungerrp

[&& 𝘚𝘖 𝘚𝘏𝘌 𝘉𝘓𝘖𝘖𝘔𝘚. @botanywield]

Olivia props herself upon spread fingers, elbows buckling from weight——hands digging into mud, searching for fennel. She swallows her cries; cheek savaged by hungry bones, crimson blooming in a maw.

She is hungry, so, 𝓼𝓸 hungry. These forests have no end.

[╰┈➤ 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐄𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐂. @wrenchtoss]

ღ

˗ˏˋ TOSSING WRENCHES &&
FORGING WIRES INTO TRAPS. ´ˎ˗

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷
𝑨𝑩𝑬𝑳𝑳𝑨.

#fungerrp ꕥ #fearandhungerrp

[𝑨𝑵 𝑼𝑵𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑳𝑻𝑯𝒀 𝑶𝑩𝑺𝑬𝑺𝑺𝑰𝑶𝑵ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ- @stalkerswaltz]

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈ 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑳𝑲𝑬𝑹’𝑺 𝑾𝑨𝑳𝑻𝒁.

✧*̥˚ samarie. *̥˚✧

JUST A LITTLE NOBODY——JUST A GODDAMN DARK PRIEST APPRENTICE WITH AN AFFINITY FOR BLOOD MAGIC.

#mvrp • #fungerrp • #fearandhungerrp • #horrorrp.

[&& 𝘚𝘖 𝘚𝘏𝘌 𝘉𝘓𝘖𝘖𝘔𝘚. @botanywield]

• Her chest shudders, ribs expanding with quiet horror: this godless place is feckless with weaving unrest && bringing girls like her to their 𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒔. To know holy murder && theology in its rawest—𝑭𝑼𝑪𝑲𝑬𝑫 𝑭𝑶𝑹𝑴.

“Be careful.”

[&& 𝘚𝘖 𝘚𝘏𝘌 𝘉𝘓𝘖𝘖𝘔𝘚. @botanywield]

“As much as I 𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒍͟𝒂͟𝒖͟𝒅͟ your bravery of straying from bullets && it’s lover of a cranium…” words fade upon a tongue, while fingers find a tight hold upon the armrest—to better 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵 herself, discomfort found in the chair’s struggle with mud. •

[... @voidammo]

𝓼olidarity was not uncommon here —— he would 𝘯𝘰𝘵 see to her crawling if it could be helped &&. the look of 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗺𝗽𝘁 was clear at the notion : olivia hardly needed to finish her words ... “ it's no one, yet. ” he utters, moving the wheels past mud to where the soil

[&& 𝘚𝘖 𝘚𝘏𝘌 𝘉𝘓𝘖𝘖𝘔𝘚. @botanywield]

• “—The henbane. It’s pale yellow with spider veins of purple. It’s not terribly hard to miss should you wish to find it. It’s a tall thing, like Daan, in the botany world. Like anything, it can stop the heart. 𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆.” •

[&& 𝘚𝘖 𝘚𝘏𝘌 𝘉𝘓𝘖𝘖𝘔𝘚. @botanywield]

“𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵—“ a soft click of the tongue, a lithe hand reaches for the ( reader’s, ) && a finger rolls over fresh, blooming bruises. “Might need arnica. This inflammation will not do. You need to be well for whatever comes our way.”

[&& 𝘚𝘖 𝘚𝘏𝘌 𝘉𝘓𝘖𝘖𝘔𝘚. @botanywield]

accompany if used in large amount. Should you wish to find it; I think it like sands && disturbed resting places. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝑳𝒆����𝒊…”

A body twists, spine groaning in protest as legs ache.

“Who?”

[&& 𝘚𝘖 𝘚𝘏𝘌 𝘉𝘓𝘖𝘖𝘔𝘚. @botanywield]

• to 𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒈𝒏𝒊𝒔𝒆 the tangible meaning lingering beneath his tongue. Levi is Levi—a 𝒔𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒊𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒐𝒚, raised on war && casings of ammo. There is little need to speak in riddles.

A gentle hum, chest purring with solace: he is safe && quiet appreciation tinges a •

[&& 𝘚𝘖 𝘚𝘏𝘌 𝘉𝘓𝘖𝘖𝘔𝘚. @botanywield]

shakes, gaze drifting behind.

“To answer your question. To send someone to slumber with life’s boon: there is a herb called 𝑯𝑬𝑵𝑩𝑨𝑵𝑬.”

Silence savages a tongue, moments fleeing as she considers carefully—

“It is known for endless dreams—that is, comas •

[&& 𝘚𝘖 𝘚𝘏𝘌 𝘉𝘓𝘖𝘖𝘔𝘚. @botanywield]

&& her? Hands are 𝒔𝒕����𝒓𝒗𝒆𝒅—time in this gloom, does little for warmth. Glacial winter seeps with no gentle ceremony. A hand wanders up fabric-covered arm (such is the shiver with teeth upon a shattered spine && weak legs), cranium tilting. She does not need to see him, •

[... @voidammo]

𝒽is mouth shapes into a small, open circle : though no sound is let out with only that —— there 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯'𝘵 a shortage of opportunities where it could be useful. “ ... and what's good for putting others to sleep? ” 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 hands that didn't add to their effort. in fact, they

[𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑱𝑶𝑼𝑹𝑵𝑨𝑳𝑰𝑺𝑻. @valkyriespen]

╰┈➤ KARIN.

THE JOURNALIST,
FOREVER ON GUARD FOR JUSTICE.

#fearandhungerrp ✎ #fungerrp ✎ #mvrp