#her full name is Daisy Bell btw

[pan-fried-autism]

DAISY!!!! I love u :)

#she follows me around :3 #her full name is Daisy Bell btw #pokémon sv #pokémon sv spoilers #happiny

[nari-nim]

forever anticipating

“hi i don't know if your requests are open but if they are can you write an scenario in which hyunsuk sets jihoon and y/n on a blind date? fluffy? btw do you think he would kiss on the first date?”

aww anonie this is the cutest request! time for some SOFT JIHOON HOURS!  To answer your question, I think Jihoon is highly intuitive and can read body language well so he will use that to inform his decision whether or not to go for the kiss! If his date is down, he will not hesitate. I hope you enjoy the direction I took :) lmk what you think!! 💓

This is how Jihoon secretly looks at you when you aren’t looking during your date. gif credit goes to @khaly-no​

Treasure Jihoon x Y/N

warnings: none, this FLUFFY

word count: 1.8k

— the dorms —

Video game night was in full swing and it has never been louder in the dorms. Jeongwoo screeched over the sound of six other members’ simultaneous bickering. Meanwhile, Asahi decided now was the perfect time hit whoever blinked with a couch pillow. Normally, Hyunsuk wouldn’t have tolerated this level of rowdiness under his roof. But he was busy. He sat quietly on the far end of the sofa tapping furiously into his phone, a sly smile plastered across his features.

“Hey, Jihoon—oh my god,” Hyunsuk said, his smile melting as soon as he looked up. The chaos activated his leader (mother) mode. “Jihoon-Jeongwoo get down. Jeongwoo, please. Haruto, wait--Junkyu-Junkyu- ASAHI”

Asahi stopped. The rest followed suit.

The room turned to normal levels of volume, and Hyunsuk was able to try again. 

“Jihoon, come here.” Jihoon perked up from his Mashiho impersonation, and got up to join Hyunsuk.

“Bro, you should join us. Junghwan is killing it, you don’t want to miss his true maknae on top moment.” (He’s actually not, the beloved super king cow king baby is getting crushed by Haruto every round). Jihoon slid next to Hyunsuk, glancing at his phone screen. “What are you...”

Hyunsuk flashed him a cheeky smile and hid what he was working on for the past half hour.

“You’re going on a blind date tomorrow.”

“No way, this feels somewhat illegal. Tell me more.”

“Her name is y/n and I met her through a mutual friend. They go to uni together and we met at that hangout I went to last weekend. Park Jun, she is exactly your type. You gotta trust me on this one.”

Jihoon blinked at him, for once without a witty remark. Jihoon squinted at Hyunsuk, and chuckled in disbelief. Reality was hitting him and logic does not like that shit eating grin on Hyunsuk’s face.

“Hyunsuk, you’re setting me up? You, really? This is actually happening? Right before our flight to Japan?”

“Yeah. Tomorrow early morning at the Han River. You’ll have a few hours before we head over to Incheon.” 

Jihoon ruffled his hair and sat back into the couch. He sucked in a breath. Hyunsuk frowned, “you don’t want to? Sorry man, I really thought your vibes would’ve matched and-“

“Oh no no, hyung, I’m just...worried since we’re going to promote in Japan for the next two weeks and our schedules are so busy. It might end up hurting us both,” Jihoon confessed. “And it’s been forever since I last been on a date.”

“Nah I think you’re worrying way too much in advance. The policy is chill now and, hey, who can say no to waiting a few weeks for those abs,” Hyunsuk reassured. 

“Oh right, I’m going to flash my abs the fifth minute in,” Jihoon said sarcastically. He did make a mental note, though, because if you really are that cute? He’ll need that Plan G.

“Here, I’ll text you the address now. You better not flake and make me look bad.”

“HEY! What are you guys WHISPERING about!” Jeongwoo said, looking at them suspiciously. Simultaneously, the nonactive players of the game whipped their heads to stare at the pair.

“Nothing, the grownups are talking” Jihoon joked, dramatically nodding and shooting thumbs up at Hyunsuk. Jihoon left the resulting hysterics and sound of Hyunsuk cackling behind for the comforts of his room where he checked his buzzing phone. Turns out, Hyunsuk had attached the pictures of you, figuring he would give Jihoon that peace of mind (and a way to find you tomorrow) under the instructions.

Holy shit. 

Jihoon eyes widened. You are exactly his type. Jihoon couldn’t stop staring at your smiling features. The soft smile that colored his features never left his face for the rest of the night.

He couldn’t wait.

— Han River —

Wow ok, this is slightly worse than evaluation days, Jihoon decided, nervously kicking a small pebble around on the dusty road.

“Hey, Jihoon?”

Jihoon froze for a millisecond and turned around to face you.

You looked ethereal in the early morning sun. The light reflected off your lovely features, illuminating the kind glow of your smile. Jihoon made another mental note to treat Hyunsuk to dinner once they land in Japan.

“The one and only. Y/n?”

“Yes,” you nodded shyly. “It’s nice to meet you, Jihoon.”

Jihoon loved hearing his name coming from your lips. Which were so pretty and pink and—

Jihoon cleared his throat. “Likewise.” After a small pause, “Is there anything you would like to do in particular while we get to know each other?”

You laughed, the sound music to Jihoon’s ears. He wants to hear that all the time now, he decided.

“I actually really like taking pictures of random beautiful things that pique my interest! Maybe we can just go for a walk and explore what we find beautiful about the Han River?”

“Perfect,” Jihoon smiled widely, which somehow grew when he noticed the blush in your cheeks.

And that’s how you two somehow went from exchanging detailed introductions to sharing hobbies to discussing life goals and values, all while snapping amazing scenery pics. This developed into a made up game of taking the best picture, judged entire on a subjective and nondemocratic point system. The winner gets uncontested glory and a copy of all the photos of the loser’s captured moments. 

“HAHA, y/n I just got the spiciest photo of these golden bell flowers over this ledge!”

“What, how??” You whipped around from trying to make some daisies look aesthetic. The competitive side of you was taking over.

“I guess it’s one of the perks of being taller,” Jihoon said, hopping down the said six foot tall ledge he spent the last few minutes scaling. He dusted his pants off carefully and flashed you his eye smile. In a singsong voice, he said, “and one of those perks is winning this game~”

Yeah you were not about to risk a broken arm for that picture. “Okay, fine, but show it to me?”

“Nuh uh.” He flashed you the picture in one second bursts, having the best time teasing you.

Jihoon paused. He got so comfortable with you in the last hour that he just teased you like he does with the other Treasure members. His worries were interrupted at the adorable sight of you giggling. He internally sighed of relief.

“NuH uH,” you mimicked backed at him, reaching for his phone. 

Jihoon quickly yanked his phone above his head, dramatically leaned his body so it was out of your reach. Surprised, you tried to change course. But in the spur of the moment, the momentum carried you just a tad too far. You bump slightly into his chest. Jihoon instinctively grabbed at you to prevent you from losing your balance further, his hands falling on your waist. His large hands felt so warm through the fabric, his breath brushing as the top of your forehead. You were so close.

His eyes widened, heat rushing to his cheeks. For a second, your eyes meet. You wonder if he can hear the thundering in your chest.

Jihoon quickly let go and took a step back, slightly bowing at you. “I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to grab you like that!”

You could tell your face was absolutely flushed at this point, but you made a show of brushing off your outfit and stuck your nose in the air, “as long as you don’t have cooties.”

“Ooh,” Jihoon winced. “I definitely do. Exclusive, premium, limited edition cooties.”

You laughed, thankful he didn’t press you on the obvious blush. Although it’s not like his face was any better.

“Hey, y/n,” Jihoon said, pulling you out of your internal monologue. “This might be about it for the date. My phone has actually been blowing up with reminders to get back.”

Oh, You tried to hide the sadness in your face. The few hours you spent together seemed to fly by so fast, and you definitely longed for more. Within the span of the date, he showed just how incredible he is—unyielding dedication to his dreams, selfless outlooks on life, and a kind, hilarious and loving personality that felt like sunshine on a rainy day.

Jihoon noticed the quiet pause, and softly asked, “May I walk you home?”

You let out an airy laugh. “Not unless you want to walk 45 minutes in one direction and an hour in the other, Park Jihoon. It’s okay, I’ll take the subway!”

“Right, right,” Jihoon chuckled. You guys reached an intersection leading pedestrians away from the river sidewalk. The signs pointed to your destinations in opposite directions, which felt too meta for your taste.

Jihoon turned to face you.

“You know, golden bell flowers means anticipation in flower language.” He looked the most serious he has ever been all morning.

You mustered yourself to look into his eyes.

“That’s suitable, Jihoon, because I anticipate for you to call me as soon as you safely land and are available.”

“Deal.”

Numbers and addresses (for postcards, he claims) were exchanged.

“Jihoon, I had an amazing time today.” You said, suddenly feeling shy again. A part of you wished you could walk him back, but that would attract unwanted attention.

“Me too, y/n. Thanks for waking up so early to spend all this time with me.” Jihoon said, the tone of his voice so soft and genuine.

He shifted a little closer, eyes flickering to your lips. 

Your eyes widened. 

He leaned in and gently rested his hand against the back of your head. His eyes searched yours, asking.

Oh my god, yes please. You drew even closer in answer, eyes fluttering shut. 

Jihoon closed the distance. His lips gently pressed into yours, completing a perfect puzzle. The kiss was was warm, sweet and heartfelt. Your lips gently moved against each other, before you pulled slightly away for air. As your foreheads rested against each together, a warm wave unfurled in your chest.

Just a little more, you thought. Jihoon seemed to agree as you both lean in again, this time the kiss far less hesitant. Your hands rest against his chest while he cups your face with his. Jihoon pulled back, pushing a strand of hair behind your ears. His phone was aggressively ringing, you realize.

“I’ll see you, y/n.”

“I’ll anticipate you, Jihoon.”

He watched your retreating figure for a bit before he headed back to the dorm, giddy with joy.

— your home —

A few days later, a package arrived. It was from Jihoon. Your heart raced. 

He never mentioned anything about this in his calls, you excitedly thought. 

You slowly pulled out the contents, marveling at each one. A picture of the Han River reflecting the morning light. A dozen of printed photos he somehow took of you that day (you laughing at something you took, looking off into the river, and crouching over vegetation). A polaroid of him in the hotel room, “you better be missing me so damn hard” it captioned. You chuckled, touched by his gift. 

You were about to close the envelope until you realized there’s still one item left. You reached in. And you gasped.

A golden bell flower, pressed by hand. 

#treasure #jihoon #treasure jihoon #treasure jihoon fluff #requested #treasure jihoon scenarios #treasure fluff #treasure imagines #treasure scenarios #treasure park jihoon #park jihoon fluff #treasure x reader

[breakingdownsu]

Chorus Chapter Thirteen

Chorus

Chapter Thirteen

Apologies for the long delay, I had two trips abroad and I'm also currently working on the sequel to my novel, which is taking up a lot of my attention. I'll try to update as regularly as I can but as with the rest of 2018, my schedule is very packed.

BTW this chapter will get a little technical with musical and dance expressions, but I will add a glossary to the end.

…..

“Okay, Steven, look...I get why they have to stay here, but why do we have to?” Amethyst whined.

He estimated that about a cycle had passed by the time she finally reached the end of her tether. It wasn't exactly fair, though. It wasn't like the pearls were doing anything terrible. Or anything at all, really, besides staring into space and gesture-speaking with each other and occasionally singing little scales quietly to themselves.

“We have to wait here for Orthoclase to come back, she's not going to take long,” Steven assured her. “Come on, they're not doing anything weird...”

“That's why they're weird, Steven,” Amethyst hissed. “They don't do anything! I mean, jeez, Pearl would have been cleaning up or, like, making a pie or something...it's really freakin' creepy.”

“You get used to it,” Steven shrugged. “The only dangerous one is Murder Pearl, and she's not going to hurt us. Right?”

Amethyst blanched; clearly hadn't realized that Murder Pearl was just behind them, placidly listening to their conversation.

“No,” she replied softly. “Not right now.”

“Oh, and Elsa, but I think you'd only have to worry if you're a Jasper, and neither of us are, so we're okay!” Steven said, finishing with a thumbs up.

Amethyst just groaned and stomped away to sit in the stairwell.

She had only been sulking there for a few minutes when Orthoclase arrived, kicked open the door and told them all to get up.

“We've got everything, we're heading out in the next half-quadrant. This is it!” she announced with a wide grin.

…..

Steven held all the pearls (minus Ginger) in a sack on his lap, but thanks to the nanobytes it was disguised as a barrel of graphite shavings and the Topaz at the checkpoints didn't even look twice. Lapis had gone ahead with Garnet after she unfused; it wasn't unusual for a gem of her standing to have a Ruby bodyguard and a Sapphire in attendance.

Steven knew Garnet was still unhappy about this plan, but when she unfused he realized that her unhappiness was down to conflict between Ruby and Sapphire. Sapphire couldn't see far enough ahead to calculate the risk and she didn't respond well to the unknown, whereas Ruby just wanted to find Pearl and get them all off of Homeworld before they inevitably got caught. The disagreement between the two of them hadn't made them unfuse right away, because both were firm that they wanted off the planet, one way or another.

Still, as they drove the van-type vehicle out of the main city, it was clear where they were going was far away enough to (hopefully) escape detection. The balustrades of the abandoned building they were going to loomed in the horizon. All around it, the landscape was bare.

When they pulled into the central courtyard, there were a handful of Jaspers milling around, lifting the symphonaria under Lapis' strict instructions and rigging up the pylon in the centre of the yard.

“It's rather more rundown than I expected,” Lapis told them, brushing the hem of her gown with an air of irritation. “But it will have to do.”

“I'm not picky,” Orthoclase shrugged. “When did the Jaspers get here?”

“They were here when I arrived.”

“Efficient. I like it!” Orthoclase said with a grin, and walked over to greet them.

Steven approached Ruby and Sapphire cautiously. The hem of Sapphire's gown was fringed with clinging icicles, and she was visibly gritting her teeth. Ruby was stepping from one foot to the other, clutching her hands, full of nervous energy.

“It's all going smoothly so far,” he laughed quietly.

Sapphire's jaw clenched, the icicles shattered as she turned and walked away.

“We should leave her alone for now,” Ruby said in a voice that quivered like a bowstring. “When she gets like this there's no talking to her. What's with these Jaspers? Are they supposed to be here?”

Smoke plumed from the soles of her feet.

“They were told they're allowed to keep some of the pearls after the Chorus,” Steven told her. “So they owe us a favour...”

“A favour? This kind of thing goes beyond a favour, Steven,” Ruby giggled in a frenzied manner. “Jaspers never break the rules! This is a sting, oh sweet core it's a sting...!”

“No, no, they just really like pearls. They even let us borrow their pearl for a while,” he assured her. “Look! That one likes pearls so much she's crying!”

It was the seed pearl fanatic. Steven figured she'd volunteer for the Chorus mission, but once she caught sight of not just Thumbelina but the other seed pearls she crumbled into a sobbing, howling mess.

“There's...too...many...” Steven heard her gasping through her tears. “I... can't... protect... them!”

“That's okay,” Daisy shrugged and patted her back, and the others nodded. It only made the Jasper howl louder.

“Agh, you're so cute!”she shrieked skywards.

In the corner, Ginger was removing the pearls and (Steven assumed) calling them out. One by one they were regenerating and filling the courtyard. Steven found himself joining her, watching the pearls spring back to life was a very positive action when surrounded by so much nervous energy. Alice approached the symphonaria, but Lapis waved her away.

“You should sing with the others,” Steven heard her say. “I will play.”

“This is a pearl song,” Alice responded, quietly but firmly. “It should be played by a pearl.”

Lapis raised an eyebrow at this little defiance, but she stepped aside and ushered Alice to sit by the instrument. Then she sauntered off to watch the proceedings in the stands.

“Don't you need three strong singers to start the song?” Steven asked Ginger, recalling that little detail from the planning. “I mean, you have Blinky and Bunny but don't you need...”

“Willow can fill in. Her owner was fond of her singing,” Ginger replied.

Steven glanced over at the pearl he'd named Willow. He named her that because she had six long ponytails sprouting from her head and was silver and pale green in colour. That was before he noticed that both her arms was missing from the elbow down. Her owner may have liked her singing but it wasn't enough to protect her from being 'improved'.

“It looks like we're ready to begin,” Ginger told him. “You should go to the stands with the others.”

Up on the stands, Amethyst, Sapphire, Ruby, Orthoclase, Lapis and the Jaspers had taken their seats. Their expressions ranged from apprehension to mild interest to excitement. The superfan Jasper audibly gasped when the seed pearls climbed up on the little platform that had been built to keep them on the same level as the others to take their positions.

“Don't start crying again,” Steven heard one of the others hiss. “You're embarrassing us.”

“I'll try,” the superfan hissed back. “But I can't make any promises.”

When all the pearls were in position, Ginger included towards the centre, the signal went out to Alice, and she began to play. An ascending high note, clear as a bell, climbed through the pipes and was joined by another, lower, in harmony.

Bunny's mouth opened, and she matched the high note as Willow took the low. A resonant note on the strings rang and was matched by Blinky, just as a rhythmic percussion thrummed through the ground. The notes were held, rose and burst, just as visible strings of gold started streaming from their outstretched hands towards the pylon.

The notes changed, an arpeggio, and their fingers danced along, weaving the gold threads deftly. Even Willow managed to weave with the stumps of her arms, catching her threads on her exposed toes effortlessly. The threads fluttered down the pylon, making it look like a maypole, and then they fanned out.

The Disney pearls, just behind the beginning trio, took up the strings and the song. Their notes soared as a web of threads were fixed to the central threads, and were spread out into the air. The trio stepped back and spun on their toes as the sextet made a forward glissade, then hopped back so that their threads wound around each other. Considering they weren't looking at each other, and one of the dancers was blind, they melded so perfectly it made Steven shiver, despite himself.

As the woven threads flexed and wavered, the structure spread outwards over the courtyard. Finally, the rest of the pearls joined in. The song formed words, though they were words that couldn't be understood by those watching, they spoke of searching, of longing. The tune was mournful and yet hopeful, full of minor keys and soaring resonance.

They danced together, circling and weaving in and out of each other as they wove the threads that built the web. They moved in impeccable symmetry, even the seed pearls on their platform kept pace with the others. Alice's fingers flew over the symphonaria, then suddenly she increased the volume with a heavy crescendo that the pearls matched. The web flew into the air, spun once and fluttered out beyond the courtyard, beyond the building, towards the sky. It was now large enough to be seen from anywhere on Homeworld.

It continued to spread, towards the city they had come from and, Steven assumed, over the rest of Homeworld. The pearls held the remaining strings as the song faded, lowered into a single held note. One by one their eyes closed, and their movements finished. They were concentrating.

Then, slowly, the song began to break. Each pearl let go of her string with a little exhaled breath, it dissolved in the air like smoke. Their eyes fluttered open and they looked to each other. Some of them began gesture-speaking, almost frantically.

Ginger broke away from them, marched towards the stands as the watchers were still trying to process what they had seen. Steven glanced over at Lapis, and was astonished to see tears flowing down her cheeks. From behind her, the superfan Jasper burst into loud sobbing again, but the other Jaspers seemed shell-shocked, too incredulous to stop her.

Even Sapphire seemed stunned. Her mouth was hanging open, as though she were trying and failing to find words. Ruby had an expression of rapture. Orthoclase was failing miserably at looking unimpressed, and Amethyst's face was...pleased? Confused? It was hard to tell.

In Steven's esteem, it had been one of the most beautiful things he had ever heard or seen. It made him want to cry, but it also made him want to laugh. It filled him with sadness and joy in equal measure, both emotions fighting for dominance.

Joy won in the end, because as soon as Ginger reached the stands she had news.

“We know where she is.”

…..

They regrouped back at Lapis' mansion. The Jaspers were dismissed, and Steven had to say a reluctant goodbye to the Disney pearls and the seed pearls (they had decided they might as well give them to the superfan.)

“I hope they treat you well,” Steven said as he hugged each of them in turn.

“They will,” Bunny assured him. “They have always been very good to me.”

Very good to me for Bunny meant being dragged to dangerous planets, singing non-stop for hours and being trussed up like a demented plastic doll, but it was probably as good as it was going to get for them. He'd fooled himself up until the very last moment that he could take the pearls with him when he left but he knew now it was impossible. The best he could hope for was for them to go to kind owners.

Lapis had been silent ever since they left the abandoned building, sitting by her symphonaria but making no effort to play it. Alice hovered nearby, watching her intently.

Orthoclase, meanwhile, was acting almost like it had never happened. She had three screens open, one of which was a news bulletin detailing some 'strange astral phenomenon' that had caused almost every pearl on Homeworld to glitch.

“I dunno, we were just walking around the promenade like we usually do,” a pretty and somewhat vapid-looking purple gem was telling the interviewer. “And then that thingy appeared in the sky and she just, like, freaked out! Started spinning around, and I didn't even tell her to do it! Then once it was gone, she was okay.”

“Did every pearl on Homeworld join in?” Steven asked, sitting down beside Ginger, who was typing on a fourth screen.

“All but the ones who couldn't,” she replied.

“What do we do now? We know where she is, right?”

Ginger stopped typing, and before she spoke she observed the other gems in the room. They were all distracted, Amethyst and newly refused Garnet were having a quiet hissed conversation in the corner. Lapis was at her instrument. Orthoclase was flipping through her screens.

“We do know,” she said, in a whisper. “A pearl who was nearby when she was brought in spread the word through the song. But she will not be easy to get to. We need to make a lot of preparations.”

“Is she okay?” Steven asked.

“No,” Ginger replied with her characteristic bluntness. Steven's heart skipped a beat.

“But...she's alive, right?”

“For now.”

Glossary:

*Percussion: A beating instrument, such as a drum, or the sound of it

*Arpeggio: Series of notes in a rising or descending order

*Glissade: A small jump, starting on two feet and ending on one, a traveling movement

*Resonance: A vibration of sound waves in the air

#Chorus #su fanfiction #steven universe fanfiction #orthoclase and pearl #music and dance stuff #breaking down universe

[emerald-soul]

i’m doing all of these and you can’t stop me

botanical asks!!! because plants!!!!!

baby’s breath: 5 things you associate yourself with:

trees

Northern Lights

horses

wolves

Celtic art/culture

bleeding heart: what makes you heart go mushy? Animals, people doing kind things, sunsets, sunrises, beautiful music

bell flower: what’s the title of the song that makes you want to jump around out of joy? Right now? I’m going with Tourist Trap by Sam Roberts Band. Not a happy song necessarily but SO dance-able. Even if I’m the whitest dancer on the face of the planet

evening primrose: what’s your sleeping playlist (give me 5 songs)? Rachel’s Song by Vangelis How Do You Feel? by Husky Come To Me by Vangelis Desert Song by Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros Ghost by Snakadaktal

forget-me-not: who is your favorite blog who isn’t following you? tough call, but I’d say glumshoe

daffodil: what is one plant that you want to have but can never get? A holly tree ;_; 

calla lily: are you more of a sunny day or a rainy evening? Sunny day, I guess.

foxglove: what is your favorite color and in what shade? Green, light and with a hint of blue. lavender: what is something that you’ve always wanted to be/have/get but can never have? idk about “can never have”, but I’ve always wanted a horse.

love in a mist: what is the latest dream that you remember? one where me and an old friend made amends and when on a walk.

daisy: what is your favorite flavor of cotton candy, ice cream, and juice? isn’t cotton candy all the same? idk, I like the blue stuff. chocolate ice cream, and I love fruit punch juice.

painter’s palette: are you more of a singer, dancer, painter, or instrumentalist? painter! tulip: what is your most favorite make-up product? do you like it more natural, dark, or etc? I don’t actually wear make-up, so idk. But on other people darker seems to strike me. waxflower: are you a bee or a butterfly person? a dog or a cat person? Butterfly, and I love dogs and cats equally. sugarbush: do you have sweet tooth? if yes, what’s your favorite sweets? if no, why? Yes, oh god. Any kind of chocolate. sunflower: would you like to be a fairy or a mermaid? Fairy, because even if by “fairy” you mean the little people with wings, I’d still be able to fly. But if we’re talking the fae, being able to shape-shift and be a general mischief maker would totally be up my alley. I’d be stuck in the sea as a mermaid, and I need my freedom. sweet pea: what would you like to call your significant other? “Dear” seems to be my go-to, but I’ve only ever called my pets that. sea lavender: can you swim? which strokes can you do? Yes! (beautiful plant too btw, one of my fave dried ones) I can do all the strokes, with varying degrees of efficiency. windflower: list 5 of your favorite blogs and explain why i like them oh no. ok. um glumshoe: perfect mix of weird stuff, biology, down-to-Earth opinions on tumblr culture and social justice, and isn’t afraid to voice them. seems like an honestly good person. tuaari: her posts are all about nature and generally finding your way in life, and she’s honestly so sweet to all her anons. also Canadian, like myself! And I love this land with a fierce passion. marlonbookcase: their interests allign with mine right now, and it’s a wonderful mix of all the kinds of posts I like.  ofools: they’ve been one of my favourite bloggers since forever, not just because of their beautiful story called Runebound (go read it). every post is just full of a fierce wit and sense of humour that speaks to a person who thinks a lot about things, and I respect the fuck out of that. icyxmischief: an RP blog that has my favourite Loki that I’ve seen portrayed anywhere. just. Loki. enough said <3

golden rod: are you more of a baker or a cook? baker, though I hardly ever do.  bloom: what is something that you would like to tell your children? I don’t intend to have any, but I’ll tell my niece that even in the darkest times, there’s always reasons to hope. And to not take life, or yourself, too seriously. peony: what is something that you wish your parents could’ve told you? That I wasn’t broken from the start. I still feel like my asexuality is a defect, most days.  prairie gentian: do you have a significant other? Nope. september flower: are you more of a sunshine or sunset person? SUNSET bird of paradise: do you wake up early? do you sleep early? I do neither, unless I have to. marigold: what’s your favorite tea? I don’t really like tea, but labrador tea is a treat. not because it’s particularly good, but because I only ever have it when we go hiking. The leaves only grow at a certain altitude. peruvian lily: what are the names of your pets? Duke, my little dog. hyacinth: do you name your plants? I haven’t yet. lilac: would you rather sleep and be cozy or hang out with your friends? Sleep and be cozy, unless it’s my bff. Then I can have both <3 poppy: do you like to dip your fries or do you like it as is? I like fries with mayo.  dandelion: any special talent that you have? I can sing and draw passably enough. 

#about me #answered ask game #bc i'm a shit