#ϟ ▌╏ IC.

[electricalstemplates]

ˢᵘᵇᵐᶦᵗᵗᵉᵈ ᵇʸ @bloodmoonsystem

𓇼 ⋆｡ Name :e: Pronouns‧₊ ⊹

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⛧…Name…✄…Pronouns…⨂

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:e: ↑ᐟᐟName彡Pronounsᐟᐟ↓

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[electrivolt]

@avacynthia asked : "Valentine's Day is nearly two weeks away, you know," Cynthia mentions offhandedly, a light smile playing on her lips as she follows Volkner through Sunyshore's complex power plant. (Completing inspections, making the rounds...all of that falls under the Champion's exhaustive purview.)

"Do you have anything special planned for Roark yet? Please tell me you do--I won't tell a soul, of course..."

Refined as she is, not even Cynthia can call herself immune to a little gossip. Within moderation, naturally.

Honestly, in moments like this, Volkner is just busy trying to focus on the task at hand and get it over with to actually afford himself the luxury of drifting off lost in his own thoughts. And hey, to his credit, he's managing pretty well all things considered, even when it's taking an active effort to stop zoning out just to get through faster and move on to better things to do— and well, he's pretty certain Cynthia would agree on that regard.

He's so distracted in just his efforts to make sure he's going through all the motions correctly, in fact, that at first Cynthia's words don't really register in his mind, sort of nodding along. At first. And then he stops in his tracks, fumbling and nearly dropping the pen in his hand. Blink. That is certainly an interesting shade of red aggressively tinting his skin.

( of all the things to ask, of course— )

"I—" well, fuck. That certainly does a great job at diverting his attention from the thing they're supposed to be getting done. "Not— concrete plans? It's not like we tend to go overboard or anything, just getting him to take the day off will be an effort on its own already." Actually, he should ask about that, huh? Let's see if he remembers after this is over. "We'll probably just sleep in, make breakfast and laze around before dinner or something—"

Wait, why is he even entertaining this?!

"Why are you even asking that—?!" Oh, he's never hearing the end of it now—

[spookymulti]

   Sniffs you sniffs you sniffs you sn

[dashiie]

              ❝ Whaddya mean it’s already New Year’s ??               Just the other day I was celebrating Nightmare Night. . . ❞

[technicolorponies]

              ❝ Girls, we might have a problem.              We might’ve forgotten how to princess. ❞

[romantxcxsm-archived]

S.C --->   @fckhacks​​

It was rare for eric to make an appearance at a gathering, but this time Darius had worn him down. For a while it seemed like all would be well. That was until he and Adrian crossed paths. In the aftermath, he was left with a black eye and Adrian was pulled away by Alexa to take a walk around the block. Unfortunately, being aware of Aleks’ status with the other, Eric made a beeline to him, fuming.

❛❛  That boyfriend of yours, does he listen to you? ‘Cause I’ve got a message to pass along and I’m only gonna say it once so don’t fuck it up.  ❜❜ He scowled down at the shorter male.

[abysmal-black]

tag dump, we're getting organized

[passionfell]

"Maybe, if I'd made a different call…" ( vel for niko )

"Don't beat yourself up about it. You already did what you did."

Niko could be more angry at Vel for snooping. Maybe if it were some harmless, personal secret, he would be a little angry. But the facts of the situation are what they are; Niko was the one who had deliberately withheld information that could impact the rest of his travelling companions. Vel might have disrespected his privacy, but Niko is the one who had violated everyone's safety.

If they knew, he'd imagined they would see him differently. Maybe not cast him out, but rebuke him, at least. It's probably what he would do to himself—but then again, he knows the facts of the situation. He can't help seeing that wolf as the faraway dream of a stupid, lonely kid who can't see beyond his own wants.

"No one got bit. The fact I didn't hurt anyone is all that matters now, okay? Okay." Using the weight of his greataxe to stand without his head swimming from the remainders of his fatigue, Niko reaches up to pat Vel consolingly on the shoulder. "I fucked up by not telling everyone about my problem, you fucked up by accidentally making everyone come right to me. We're even."

the wisdom saga. / accepting.

[goresugarsxx]

@ofsavior said: Kabedon (Monoma @ Denki? 😂)

Send Kabedon to force my muse against a wall || accepting

ϟ Monoma had always been so aggressive toward their class, especially after, well everything. "Uh... hi? Listen if something bad happened it wasn't me, it was probably Kacchan!" The blonde blinked. "Unless you're trying to look at my scars? What do you want?"

[electricalstemplates]

Here’s the request!! I’m so sorry that it’s basically 7 templates I’m requesting 😭 /gen I’ll try to keep it nice and tidy!!

All of these are for PK and we prefer Long length! If too much, feel free to go with Medium Length!! <33 Emojis/Headmates sign offs will be listed below by elements!

1) Lightning

Emojis : 🌩️⛈️⚡️🌹 (Feel free to add more red!)

2) Earth

Emojis : 🌏🪨📚🪡

3) Water/Ice

Emojis : 🌊❄️🌨️

4) Light/Solar

Emojis : 🔅🔆🌤️

5) Nature

Emojis : 🍀🌵🌲

6) Fire

Emojis : 🔥🧨🌋

7) Wind

Emojis : 🍃🌀🌪️

Again I’m so so sorry that this is a lot- 😭 Feel free to take as much time as you guys need 💚 /GEN But yeah! Thanks again for allowing me send this all in one ask!! <33

Here you go! Hope I got them right! Warning, these are long

⚡️⌁⌁*Name*⟡₊ ⚡️⌁⌁*Nicknames*⟡₊ ⚡️⌁⌁*Pronouns*⟡₊ ⚡️⌁⌁*Terms*⟡₊ ⚡️⌁⌁*Gender*⟡₊ ⚡️⌁⌁*Orient*⟡₊ ⚡️⌁⌁*Verbality*⟡₊ ⚡️⌁⌁*Signoff*⟡₊ ⋆.˚ ⚡︎ .⭒˚🌩️˚⭒. ⚡︎ ˚.⋆ 🌹۰›⌁⌁__R__ole⟡₊ 🌹۰›⌁⌁__A__lter type⟡₊ 🌹۰›⌁⌁__S__ource⟡₊ 🌹۰›⌁⌁__S__ubsystem ⟡₊⋆.˚ ⚡︎ .⭒˚⛈️˚⭒. ⚡︎ ˚.⋆ ⚡️⌁⌁*Likes*⟡₊ ⚡️⌁⌁*Dislikes*⟡₊ ⚡️⌁⌁*Hobbies*⟡₊ ⚡️⌁⌁*Favorite things*⟡₊ ⋆.˚ ⚡︎ .⭒˚🌩️˚⭒. ⚡︎ ˚.⋆ 🌹۰›⌁⌁__I__nteraction⟡₊ fti/iwc/dni 🌹۰›⌁⌁__T__ouch⟡₊ y/a/n 🌹۰›⌁⌁__P__DA⟡₊ y/a/n 🌹۰›⌁⌁__F__lirting⟡₊ y/a/n 🌹۰›⌁⌁__C__ompliments⟡₊ y/a/n 🌹۰›⌁⌁__V__enting⟡₊ y/a/n 🌹۰›⌁⌁__P__et names⟡₊ y/a/n 🌹۰›⌁⌁__N__icknames⟡₊ y/a/n 🌹۰›⌁⌁__D__ms⟡₊ y/a/n 🌹۰›⌁⌁__P__ings⟡₊ y/a/n

⋌🪨ᨒ**Na**me₊˚⌇ ⋌🪨ᨒ**Nick**names₊˚⌇ ⋌🪨ᨒ**Pro**nouns₊˚⌇ ⋌🪨ᨒ**Te**rms₊˚⌇ ⋌🪨ᨒ**Gen**der₊˚⌇ ⋌🪨ᨒ**Ori**ent₊˚⌇ ⋌🪨ᨒ**Verb**ality₊˚⌇ ⋌🪨ᨒ**Sign**off₊˚⌇ ₊˚ʚ 🌏 ₊˚✧ ﾟ. ⋌📚ᨒ**Ro**le₊˚⌇ ⋌📚ᨒ**Alter** type₊˚⌇ ⋌📚ᨒ**Sou**rce₊˚⌇ ⋌📚ᨒ**Subs**ystem₊˚⌇₊˚ʚ 🌏 ₊˚✧ ﾟ. ⋌🪨ᨒ**Lik**es₊˚⌇ ⋌🪨ᨒ**Dis**likes₊˚⌇ ⋌🪨ᨒ**Hob**bies₊˚⌇ ⋌🪨ᨒ**Favorite** things₊˚⌇ ₊˚ʚ 🌏 ₊˚✧ ﾟ. ⋌🪡ᨒ__Interaction__₊˚⌇ fti/iwc/dni ⋌🪡ᨒ__Touch__₊˚⌇ y/a/n ⋌🪡ᨒ__PDA__₊˚⌇ y/a/n ⋌🪡ᨒ__Flirting__₊˚⌇ y/a/n ⋌🪡ᨒ__Compliments__₊˚⌇ y/a/n ⋌🪡ᨒ__Venting__₊˚⌇ y/a/n ⋌🪡ᨒ__Pet names__₊˚⌇ y/a/n ⋌🪡ᨒ__Nicknames__₊˚⌇ y/a/n ⋌🪡ᨒ__Dms__₊˚⌇ y/a/n ⋌🪡ᨒ__Pings__₊˚⌇ y/a/n

🌊﹏Name⋆⁺₊❅. *Nicknames*⋆⁺₊❅. 🌊﹏Pronouns⋆⁺₊❅. *Terms*⋆⁺₊❅. 🌊﹏Gender⋆⁺₊❅. *Orient*⋆⁺₊❅. 🌊﹏Verbality⋆⁺₊❅. *Signoff*⋆⁺₊❅. 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 🌊﹏Role⋆⁺₊❅. *Alter type*⋆⁺₊❅. 🌊﹏Source⋆⁺₊❅. *Subsystem*⋆⁺₊❅. 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 ❄️﹏Likes⋆⁺₊❅. *Dislikes*⋆⁺₊❅. ❄️﹏Hobbies⋆⁺₊❅. *Favorite things*⋆⁺₊❅. 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 🌨️﹏Interaction⋆⁺₊❅. fti/iwc/dni *Touch*⋆⁺₊❅. y/a/n 🌨️﹏PDA⋆⁺₊❅. y/a/n *Flirting*⋆⁺₊❅. y/a/n 🌨️﹏Compliments⋆⁺₊❅. y/a/n *Venting*⋆⁺₊❅. y/a/n 🌨️﹏Pet names⋆⁺₊❅. y/a/n *Nicknames*⋆⁺₊❅. y/a/n 🌨️﹏Dms⋆⁺₊❅. y/a/n *Pings*⋆⁺₊❅. y/a/n

🔅➺*N*ame╌𖤓 ➺**N**icknames╌𖤓 🔅➺*P*ronouns╌𖤓 ➺**T**erms╌𖤓 🔅➺*G*ender╌𖤓 ➺**O**rient╌𖤓 🔅➺*V*erbality╌𖤓 ➺**S**ignoff╌𖤓   ִֶָ 𓂃˖˳·˖ ִֶָ ⋆`☁`⋆  ִֶָ˖·˳˖𓂃 ִֶָ 🔅➺*R*ole╌𖤓 ➺**A**lter type╌𖤓 🔅➺*S*ource╌𖤓 ➺**S**ubsystem╌𖤓   ִֶָ 𓂃˖˳·˖ ִֶָ ⋆`☁`⋆  ִֶָ˖·˳˖𓂃 ִֶָ 🌤️➺*L*ikes╌𖤓 ➺**D**islikes╌𖤓 🌤️➺*H*obbies╌𖤓 ➺**F**avorite things╌𖤓   ִֶָ 𓂃˖˳·˖ ִֶָ ⋆`☁`⋆  ִֶָ˖·˳˖𓂃 ִֶָ 🔆➺__Interaction__╌𖤓 fti/iwc/dni 🔆➺__Touch__╌𖤓 y/a/n 🔆➺__PDA__╌𖤓 y/a/n 🔆➺__Flirting__╌𖤓 y/a/n 🔆➺__Compliments__╌𖤓 y/a/n 🔆➺__Venting__╌𖤓 y/a/n 🔆➺__Pet names__╌𖤓 y/a/n 🔆➺__Nicknames__╌𖤓 y/a/n 🔆➺__Dms__╌𖤓 y/a/n 🔆➺__Pings__╌𖤓 y/a/n

🌵﹏➳Na__me__⚘ 🌵﹏➳Nick__names__⚘ 🌵﹏➳Pron__ouns__⚘ 🌵﹏➳Ter__ms__⚘ 🌵﹏➳Gen__der__⚘ 🌵﹏➳Ori__ent__⚘ 🌵﹏➳Verb__ality__⚘ 🌵﹏➳Sign__off__⚘ ➴➵➶➴➵➶➴➵➶➴➵➶ 🍀﹏➳Ro__le__⚘ 🍀﹏➳Alter __type__⚘ 🍀﹏➳Sou__rce__⚘ 🍀﹏➳Sub__system__⚘ ➴➵➶➴➵➶➴➵➶➴➵➶ 🍀﹏➳Lik__es__⚘ 🍀﹏➳Disli__kes__⚘ 🍀﹏➳Hob__bies__⚘ 🍀﹏➳Favorite __things__⚘ ➴➵➶➴➵➶➴➵➶➴➵➶ 🌲﹏➳Interaction⚘ fti/iwc/dni 🌲﹏➳Touch⚘ y/a/n 🌲﹏➳PDA⚘ y/a/n 🌲﹏➳Flirting⚘ y/a/n 🌲﹏➳Compliments⚘ y/a/n 🌲﹏➳Venting⚘ y/a/n 🌲﹏➳Pet names⚘ y/a/n 🌲﹏➳Nicknames⚘ y/a/n 🌲﹏➳Dms⚘ y/a/n 🌲﹏➳Pings⚘ y/a/n

🔥❫═Name:▹

🔥❫═Nicknames:▹ ❫═`Pronouns`:▹ 🔥❫═Terms:▹ 🔥❫═Gender:▹ ❫═`Orient`:▹ 🔥❫═Verbality:▹ 🔥❫═Signoff:▹ ° ∆ -------- ••• ------- ∆ ° 🧨❫═Role:▹ ❫═`Alter type`:▹ ❫═`Source`:▹ 🧨❫═Subsystem:▹ ° ∆ -------- ••• ------- ∆ ° 🔥❫═Likes:▹ ❫═`Dislikes`:▹ ❫═`Hobbies`:▹ 🔥❫═Favorite things:▹ ° ∆ -------- ••• ------- ∆ ° 🌋❫═Interaction:▹ fti/iwc/dni ❫═`Touch`:▹ y/a/n ❫═`PDA`:▹ y/a/n 🌋❫═Flirting:▹ y/a/n 🌋❫═Compliments:▹ y/a/n ❫═`Venting`:▹ y/a/n ❫═`Pet names`:▹ y/a/n 🌋❫═Nicknames:▹ y/a/n 🌋❫═Dms:▹ y/a/n ❫═`Pings`:▹ y/a/n

🍃«₪*Name* ◦○◦ «₪*Nicknames* ◦○◦ 🍃«₪*Pronouns* ◦○◦ «₪*Terms* ◦○◦ 🍃«₪*Gender* ◦○◦ «₪*Orient* ◦○◦ 🍃«₪*Verbality* ◦○◦ «₪*Signoff* ◦○◦ ◂ ❚ ⊱ꕥ⊰ ❚ ▸ 🍃«₪*Role* ◦○◦ «₪*Alter type* ◦○◦ 🍃«₪*Source* ◦○◦ «₪*Subsystem* ◦○◦ ◂ ❚ ⊱ꕥ⊰ ❚ ▸ 🌀«₪*Likes* ◦○◦ 🌀«₪*Dislikes* ◦○◦ 🌀«₪*Hobbies* ◦○◦ 🌀«₪*Favorite things* ◦○◦ ◂ ❚ ⊱ꕥ⊰ ❚ ▸ 🌪️«₪__Interaction__ ◦○◦ fti/iwc/dni 🌪️«₪__Touch__ ◦○◦ y/a/n 🌪️«₪__PDA__ ◦○◦ y/a/n 🌪️«₪__Flirting__ ◦○◦ y/a/n 🌪️«₪__Compliments__ ◦○◦ y/a/n 🌪️«₪__Venting__ ◦○◦ y/a/n 🌪️«₪__Pet names__ ◦○◦ y/a/n 🌪️«₪__Nicknames__ ◦○◦ y/a/n 🌪️«₪__Dms__ ◦○◦ y/a/n 🌪️«₪__Pings__ ◦○◦ y/a/n

[electrivolt]

@rockheadcd asked : Nameday... have they settled down to be able to celebrate properly now? Volkner would argue not to bother, surely, but he underestimates Roark's ability to remember things when it comes to people he likes. Meager steps are taken around in the heart of the Crystarium's markets—there's plenty to gain inspiration from. This reflection, he's come to realize, is one they have both come to love dearly. Soon, an idea comes to him. Surely, the Exarch wouldn't notice, right...? Then, there he goes, off towards the direction of the crystal tower, a beacon of hope for the remaining population of the First.

Back in the Pendants, Roark carefully peeks in to find where Volkner is, and eventually enters with a tray with two items on it—one clearly contains a pastry, as a utensil is sitting right next to it. Chocolate mousse with a stripe of jam to add a fruity kick to a decadent dessert. Given how they were faring as it was, at least it shouldn't burden the poor Miqo to have some.

The other item, inside of a rather unassuming box, doesn't hint at anything in particular. Once Roark sets the tray down in the kitchen area, he saunters over to give Volkner a bright ( tired ) smile. "I know we're not home and all, but, I didn't forget! It's your Nameday today, so I wanted to celebrate! So please, help yourself!" he beams, although not mentioning the other box right there—perhaps he's a little too nervous to mention it outright, in case it doesn't suit the cat's fancy.

The item in question is a shard from the tower itself, fashioned into a small irregular diamond pendant on a loop of tough atrociraptor leather. The cut of the tower is only slightly beveled, revealing a sheen that appears to be opalescent at different angles, but the overall imperfections were not buffed out—a pleasant sensation on the hands. Clearly the size and weight was taken into account, as it would be unassuming and a presence easily forgotten in the heat of battle. Hopefully, no one would be able to tell it apart from a bluespirit tile.

Boy, the warrior is sure looking a little sheepish when Volkner gets to it!

There is enough going on between the fight for this reflection and the struggle against the light trying to eat him from the inside out, that Volkner isn't really thinking about the season or day— less so when telling the passing of days has become so confusing in itself, with the light refusing to leave the sky. Bringing the night back does little to help in their rush from one light-burnt land to another. Even if he did try to keep the date in mind, it's hardly ever been important before, and much less now that they have to carry the burden of the world on their shoulders.

The haunting feeling of the light carving its way out of his body from any crack and tear it can find, spilling out in the form of pristine white feathers where they didn't belong and cracks through skin in place of scars, is not very helpful either.

Volkner is not having a good day.

All he's doing is sitting down, head resting against the wall, eyes closed and breathing. Some would think the situation to be more dire than expected, seeing him on the floor like that, but this is maybe the easiest way for Volkner to ground himself, the cold of the tiles beneath him somehow just as refreshing as it is needed. It does little to help, in the grand scheme of things, but it's still better than just curling up in bed pretending he can even try to sleep and rest.

It lasts until he hears the door to the room, cracking an eye open to find Roark walking in. Not that he was expecting anyone else— Ardbert aside ( for obvious reasons ) everyone had at least kept up the habit of knocking and waiting, much to Volkner's relief. Still, there's no denying the reassurance that is to see him be the one walking in, to know for sure that he's still as fine as he can be in this kind of situation. It's only when Roark steps closer and over to the table that he notices the tray, now paying more attention to him, an inquisitive tilt of his head in response.

... Oh. He remembered, even when he had no reason to.

( of course he did, volkner knows how much he cares, even when it's hard to come to terms with it, let alone feel it's deserved or earned in any way. )

Maybe a little hesitantly, Volkner pushes himself back on his feet, just a moment to look between Roark and the tray. It may be just a small dessert, but he hardly cares about that, not when knowing the care that went into finding anything at all even when Volkner himself has long since stopped wanting for something, anything on such a day.

"You really didn't have to..." and yet he does take a seat at the table, motioning and waiting for Roark to take a seat next to him before even picking up the spoon. He can't deny the warmth that such a gesture brings him, no matter how little it may be, and it shows in the tiny smile he can't quite keep to himself, even as tired as he is.

Even when he doesn't say much, it's clear how much he's enjoying the offered dessert, taking his time savoring it, tail swishing around despite the lingering exhaustion. Roark did a great job at memorizing the exact kind of things he liked, what would cheer him up, all those little things that Volkner would've never thought anyone would find this important... he's one lucky cat, isn't he?

But that isn't it. He's been eyeing the inconspicuous box on the side for a while, trying to just keep his curiosity at bay at least until he was done with his dessert. Roark didn't go out of his way to point it out, and so Volkner decided not to pry— the last thing he wanted was to put him in the spot or make him uncomfortable in any way, more so after he's gone out of his way to treat him when he didn't have to, when there still were other things to worry about. Now that he's done eating, though, it's the right time to pry, and so he reaches for the little box, carefully opening it... and his eyes widen at the surprise inside. He's even more careful as he reaches inside to pick it up, turning the shard around in his hand, fingers carefully tracing its surface, eyes squinting. At least what was only a weak smile at best does turn into more of a little grin now.

"I can recognize the aether here— how, exactly, did you get a shard of the crystal tower?" Regardless, he's already pulling the leather loop over his head and around his neck, grin turning into something softer, fonder as he looks at the present. And then, a little chuckle escapes him, words spilling out without thinking. "You could've talked to me earlier if you wanted to propose, didn't even get you a matching one—" he's teasing, he's just teasing, even when he doesn't notice the faintest hints of warmth on his own cheeks.

Ah, it all worked out a little too well to lift his spirits at least a little bit, didn't it? Volkner didn't even think about it until he could feel the smile not fading just yet, and without thinking much about it, he stands up, getting closer to offer a hug in return.

"Thank you... I guess I really needed that, huh?" More than he realizes, let alone wants to admit. He really wouldn't have lasted anywhere near as long without Roark there for him... man, he needs to thank him properly eventually, a note pushed at the back of his mind for when they finally end the fight for this reflection on a hopefully victorious note. They still have some time in the day, though don't they? Maybe he can at least do one small thing for him, for now.

"Say, are you hungry? We should get some dinner— come on, while people are still busy working, we can get some good seats and food before going to sleep for the night." It's the least he can do for him, right? Call it a more proper nameday celebration, that's it—

[dashiie]

              Whispers into your ear—               ❝ Biiiiiiiiitch. . . ❞

[technicolorponies]

@universalcarnival replied: thank you gay horse

              ❝ I identify as PAN, but it's appreciated nonetheless. ❞

[pegasiins]

         S W E A T S. . . .

[romantxcxsm-archived]

❛❛  Honestly, do these people get tired of shoving holiday cheer down peoples’ throats every year...?  ❜❜ The man grumbled and dropped the candy cane he was handed into the nearest trash can.

[numbregrets]

ｋｗｏｎ ｍｉｎｓｅｏ

kwon minseo is based on makoto kino from sailor moon. she is a 26 year old super human, pastry chef and uses she/her pronouns. she has the power of plant manipulation and electrokinesis.

penned by HARPER

reflection

face claim: kang mina sexuality: bisexual height: 5'6'' eye color:  brown hair color: a reddish brunette piercings: n/a tattoos: n/a

attitude

positive traits: green-thumbed, protective, loyal, persistent, dedicated, alert, honorable, playful negative traits: impatient, hypocritical, boy-crazy, childish, aggressive, short-tempered green-thumbed, protective, loyal, likes: her plants, croissants, over-ear headphones, a killer playlist, the color green, wide-legged sweatpants, oversized jumpers, her lucky hair-tie, elaborate lunches, romance novels, video games dislikes: dressing formally, wearing anything but comfy shoes, being wrong, cheaters, being judged for her appearance, evil people, sour candy, embarrassing herself in front of cute people phobias:  n/a hobbies:  baking in excess, arranging floral displays, tending to her plants, getting overly obsessed with romantic novel love interests, crying over the notebook, going to the arcade with her friends, spending a concerning amount of time at the cafe, working on her dream wedding pinterest board, making her friends look at her dream wedding pinterest board, figure skating aesthetic: the crack of lightening as it strikes, the smell after it rains, the sound of a watering can and the dripping of moisture off of leaves, the scratching of ice skates against a frozen pond, the feeling of victory, the scent of fresh baked pastries

relations

mother:  kwon soo (deceased) father:  kwon minjun (deceased) pet(s): n/a

headcanons

ϟ minseo loves baking, absolutely loves it. she will bake in excess, every time, to always make sure there is more than enough to go around for everyone! her favorite treat to make is croissants, because she loves how versatile they are and how fun it is to roll them into shapes.  ϟ she is almost never seen without her signature, rose earrings — a gift from her mother when she was a child, and a piece of her she will never let go of.  ϟ minseo doesn’t work because she has to, her parents left her an inheritance that would leave her comfortable for the rest of her life, but she works because she is trying to put herself out there and meet as many people as she can. if she didn’t work, she likely would spend a lot more time at home than she should. ϟ minseo hasn’t told anyone about being a sailor scout, let alone about the powers she worked on when no one was watching… and she wonders if any of the other scouts have made their way to evermore, though she figures if they had, they’re doing the same as her; hiding.  ϟ minseo knows the plane crash that killed her parents was a freak accident… but she can’t help jumping when she hears one flying overhead. thankfully, evermore doesn’t have an airport… and since she can’t leave, she doesn’t have to worry about flying anywhere. ϟ her plants are her babies; the loves of her literal life. her entire apartment is covered in them; they hand from the ceiling, their vines dangle from cabinets, she has the most intricate and fun-colored pots. gardening is a comfort for her, and the air in her apartment?? so clean. so nice to breathe in.  ϟ being a sailor scout  is one of the greatest honors, and minseo takes it INCREDIBLY seriously. she knows everything about her planet, and spends almost all of her free time (you know, when she isnt tending to her plants or baking out her ass) working on her skills. ϟ minseo is, alas, a hopeless romantic and a serial crusher. if kwon isn’t crushing, she’s dead, because even when she gets married (her ultimate dream, by the way)... she’ll still be crushing on her husband, and on celebrities, and on cute boys she sees on tiktok, and on random men who come into the cafe and smile when she gives them her change. kwon is a lover, and okay, she is a little boy crazy. OKAAAY, insanely boy crazy. ϟ minseo has recently realized she’s like… insanely good at figure skating. so, another hobby of hers is spending time at the frozen one ice rink and working on skills she has no business trying on her own. she hasn’t broken any bones… yet.