Anonymous asked:

can poemi stab you in the crotch again ? i gotta new umbrella ! it's spiky !

emxlf-blog:

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eff no! the mini-malfs still haven’t recovered from the last time! “

Anonymous asked:

if you're back does that mean poemi can kick your butt ?

emxlf-blog:

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“ h-heh, or, ya know, you could always not do that. “


Imagine poemi or ven learning how to drive for the first time and ivlis is too busy to teach em so siralos is like "ill teach them :D" and ivlis just screams "N O"

sxrxlxs:

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“Floor it.”

“but the speed limit is 20″

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F l o o r   i t.

Anonymous asked:

BOSS FIGHT, BROTHER-CHAN. ☭ - pxemi

vindxctis:

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Battle Theme: X.

Battle Intro: “…Poemi…I never wanted it to come down to this. But ya gotta understand, I hafta kill Ivlis. If it means I have to go through you, then I—I…”

Victory: “I-I’m sorry, Poe…I’m so sorry…

Defeat: “…It’s…fine.”

Assist: “I’ll never let them hurt you!”

Taunt: “Don’t tell me ya still need Pooch to back you up! Show me what you’re made of, sis!”

Reacting to Taunt: “Now you’re jus’ being cruel.”

Tie: “This isn’t gonna stop me, y’know. I’ll find another way. I have to…”

Perfect Victory: “Close your eyes. It’ll be over soon.”

Anonymous asked:

Some begonias, as well as some pink carnations, geraniums, larkspurs, and white tulips. To the side of the bouquet, nestled between clusters of yellow tulips and dozens of violets, sits a white lily, and even below that, just out of sight, a cluster of orange lilies, a blooming marigold, and a single zinnia. Look at all those flowers. She doesn't even hand them to him, instead throwing them at his feet and fleeing. - pxemi

vindxctis:

BEGONIA: Warning
CARNATION (PINK): Protectiveness
GERANIUM: Respect
LARKSPUR: Familial affection
TULIP (WHITE): Forgiveness
TULIP (YELLOW): Insecurity
VIOLET: Loyalty
LILY (WHITE): Regret
LILY (ORANGE): Hatred
MARIGOLD: Jealousy
ZINNIA: Fear

  “Whoa, wait, Poe—!”

Too late. The little devil was already off and running, not even bothering to formally face him. (Although, he didn’t blame her. He could do no better in his position.)

The blond brought himself to his knees, to further inspect the flora at a closer distance. Beautiful flowers; some he was sure didn’t grow back in his old world, too. But it was the thought that counted, and he could feel the inner conflict Poemi was bearing as she brought these symbolic plants together as one. (One cluster, that is.) He dare not smile, but instead he brings the bouquet up in his hands, poking delicately at the larkspurs.

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  “…You’re too nice to me, sis…”

              I don’t deserve it.

Anonymous asked:

Carnations of both colours, orange roses, and some violets. And a kick to the shins, to seal the deal. - pxemi

liepsnos:

CARNATION (PINK):Protectiveness
CARNATION (YELLOW):Disdain
ROSE (ORANGE):Fascination
VIOLET:Loyalty

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“Eff—!” Poemi you little shit. His poor shins.

Anonymous asked:

Angrily kisses him on the cheek and then stomps away. - pxemi

liepsnos:

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“Uh— oh. Huh?” He has no idea what that was for but after a few moments of registering what happened, he smiles.

“Effin’ cute..” Poemi had her really cute moments at times.

Anonymous asked:

i imagine that ivilis, knowing how badly he completely fucked up Adauchi as far as raising the kid, probably over- compensated for poemi. he probably spoil her to death in an attempt to not fuck up another kid (which is probably why she has like 400 dogs, kids upset? give her another dog)

thegraygardencrackfacts:

she’ll fake being upset sometimes around him bc she knows that being upset around her dad equals a new puppy and now she has a goddamn dog army

conscendoiuxta:

nautilidia said: i w AS LITERALLY J UST ABOUT TO G O “EVEN PO EMI” AND THEN I RE AD THE T AGS HO LY SHIT…..

“poemi i like your tiny tits” ……………. “IT WAS  ADARE PLEA S EDON TKI L LME ”

Anonymous asked:

Joins him in the pumpkin-burning, to be honest. Big brother saves the day again. -pxemi

vindxctis:

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Look at that, they’re bonding! He gives a small token of affection—a gentle touch on the girl’s head, not a pat but very much akin to it—and kicks another damned pumpkin into the flames.

How festive.