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[cromwellharvests]

phone facts for Easy modern verse(s)

she has a several-years-old barely ‘smart’phone in a chunky floral case, with lots of dings and scratches because she forgets about it and knocks it off of something, or it falls out of her pocket amidst all her physical laboring.

clumsy thumbs, but a quick typer. she sends a lot of messages with typos in them and corrects herself afterwards.

LOTS of emojis. tons. probably asked for help downloading custom emoji packages with cuter designs. the whole thing is very aesthetic, with frequently-changing background + lock screen.

keeps a backup flip-phone on hand in case of emergency. she would use that as her primary phone, if it weren’t for the fact that the GPS/Maps on her main phone save her life on a regular basis.

she’s good at figuring things out, but still isn’t the most tech-savvy of the bunch. she asks for a lot of help tweaking settings, downloading and using certain apps, etc. (probably pleads Ed [ @alchemic-elric​ ] to help on that front.

uses a samsung because it’s the first style she ever got and she refuses to learn a new interface.

downloads and takes so many pictures. lots of pinterest things for craft inspiration, as well as any animals she meets on the street, pretty plants, and whatever baked good she’s recently churned out.

never deletes text threads so there’s just way too god damn many messages on there

completely inept at social media. has a twitter, facebook, insta, but genuinely never uses them/updates twice annually.

has neko atsume installed and never forgets to feed her digital kitties.

forgets to call/text other people first but is a great emergency contact because she will ALWAYS answer the phone if it rings

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all told, with how often Easy develops at least some romantic feelings for people she’s close to— a natural side effect of constantly choosing to look at and see the best in them, and caring for them as deeply as she does— she experiences considerably little heartbreak by comparison. she doesn’t feel jealous if someone she’s sweet on pursues someone else, nor does she really spend time wallowing over not being favored in turn.  at the end of the day, it’s more important to her that they find their own happiness, whether or not it’s with her. 

oh, there might be those nagging, little pangs of wistfulness here-and-there, but that’s only natural given how desperately she longs to be in love.

the real heartache and love-weariness only comes in to play if the other person has shown interest in turn, or if they pursue a relationship for a time, only for it to fizzle out or crumble. again, depending on the situation, it may just be your standard amount of disappointment over a match that wasn’t meant to be— but if it’s someone she felt really strongly for, and the separation comes out of left field, that’s when she’s likely to turn in on herself and start to pick apart the reasons why she might not have ‘been enough’ for her partner.

still, she manages to mend, and I’ve yet to imagine any heartbreak great enough to stop her from putting herself back together and loving, again, with little reservation.

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𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐧 𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐞𝐫. as soft arms stretch above a tousled throng of dark chestnut hair, so too do the gentle blue beams of morning on the horizon slip over windowsill— still dim, still quiet. light which gives chase as she slips from warm covers, and clings to the sheer folds of a chemise, apologetic that they can’t afford the same warmth as their brothers still to come. but that’s quite alright; the brace of a near-autumn chill helps in waking up, and there’s plenty to be done.

By the time she’s out of pajamas and into a hand-sewn dress for the morning— tying the strings of her waist-apron in a bow at the small of her back— the blue has just begun to turn rosy, clouds in the distance swelling with warm hues as the very tip of a flaming bright crown peeks into view. in that light she trots down the stairs and sails to the kitchen, snatching up a watering can from under the sink and plonking it down into the deep porcelain basin, before the faucet sings to life. the humming, weighty sound of pipes joining birdsong in a familiar morning melody. still a touch too steeped in dreams to join along, she only listens and breathes in the air, long and deep— ‘til the hollow sound in the can reaches the resonance she knows to be perfect, and with a handle twist and heavy heave onto one hip, she’s out into the day, for real.

With every pour and visit from bed to bed, life returns: stems stand taller, muscles warm, and the day grows steadily more golden, shaking off the last dregs of a long night’s rest. convenience to the off-side door in the kitchen made the back gardens a logical first-stop, but even it were out of the way, she’d have planned a course to finish in the front. To walk out the front door and nurture planters on either side, before moving down the steps and along the courtyard’s path to the end— roses, fruit trees, and planters with berries trimming her fence by the street; an invitation to passers-by— and turn her head down to see her old friend, as it climbed between rooflines and edges. 

just high enough to plant barely-warm kisses on cheeks flush from cold. a fond greeting, a promise, and perhaps an old habit, (for the sun has always so loved to kiss her; evidenced in the starlight speckles left behind in its wake). 

good morning, miss easy. good morning, old friend.

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🜺   what type of ghost are you

Spirit.

You have no intention of hurting anyone, you just don't want to leave while your loved ones might still need you. You're worried for them; it's not unusual for you. You've always been the shoulder to cry on, the mom/dad friend, the emotional sponge. And so you keep an eye on them from a quiet distance, intervening as best you can when they need help, guidance, or protection. 

Some might refer to you as a "guardian angel." But remember that you are not responsible for everyone's actions and feelings, and your own peace is important too. Taking care of yourself is not selfish. Your loved ones would want you to be kind to yourself, too.

stolen from: @dolcetters & @deathleads​

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thoughts about a (modern) easy ‘going to a party with friends’ tropes/traits:

the certified Mom™ + bisexual friend with a somewhat-mini packpack on hand. it comes fully loaded with a first aid kit, water bottle, and plenty of snacks.

always brings extra food and booze to house parties. like, full bottles of relatively nice drinks + mixers which she has no intention of bringing home afterwards. it’s a gift to the host if there’s anything leftover.

high alcohol tolerance means she’s going to put away a LOT on the front-end of the party to get a little buzz going, but tends to just sip after that and stay mostly-sober (in case anyone needs to be taken care of in the latter half)

drifts between various pocket-groups and conversations, listening more than talking. likes sitting in whatever room has music playing and just chilling.

that said: if any card games/board games/other assorted play gets started, she’s On It immediately.

pretty good at charades and pictionary, very good at trivial pursuit. likes scrabble, even though she never wins.

will randomly start cooking a dinner large enough to feed the party if left to her own devices and given kitchen access

if no kitchen access/ingredients: she surprises everyone with pizza or takeout

is vaguely keeping tabs on everyone and responsible for the mysteriously appearing glasses of water as the night goes on

will either leave early or disappear to find an empty room (with the house dog/cat in it) when her social battery runs out

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@regnantlight​ said:  “#”

cell phone headcanons | accepting

their name in easy’s phone: 💕✨Zel ✨💖

profile picture:

ringtone: Bookends Theme – Simon & Garfunkel, or Town with an Ocean View from the Kiki’s Delivery Service OST. Any and all ringtones are flexible to change as time goes on, but Zel’s is generally something instrumental, pretty, and sentimental.

last text(s) sent:

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How Would I Write You as a Character in a Book?

The side character that brings a little light to the gloomy story.

"The sun rarely rose at the very edge of the world, but this one smile lit the world as the sun and moon combined could not." 

I usually have at least one character that carries the sun caged in their chest, and judging by your answers, that would be you. That is not to say you must be all sunshine - the clouds, sometimes, are needed for the sun to rest.

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What Crystal are You  

rhododnite.

you have a quiet strength about you. you're the one that's there when your friends need that last push. your grounding energy is comforting and reliable. you have a gift for encouraging and strengthening those around you, helping them heal their wounds and find it in themselves to endure. you know how because you've been there before. when was the last time you opened up about your own struggles without it just being to help someone with theirs? when was the last time you let yourself think about your pain without using it as a comparison? you're allowed to let people help you heal too.

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not @regnantlight​​ giving me a reason to get way, way back into Waitress The Musical™ as we discuss how each song relates to Zel and Easy, but especially:

and for this post I went to quote the parts of the song which I felt were most certifiably Easycore... but it was all of it. the whole thing. I’m not kidding when I say that this musical is a BIG source of inspiration for Easy’s character— but I will try again to pull out the lines that hit hardest:

...When it's done I can smile It's on someone else's plate for a while.

I'll place it on display, And then I'll slice and serve my worries away.

I can fix this I can twist it into sugar, butter covered pieces Never mind what's underneath it I have done it before

...Tell them all my secrets but disguise them So they dance on the tongues Of the very people that they're secrets from Make it soon Make it better Though, better never lasts forever I'll make it small so it fits

So with flour on my hands I'll show them all how Goddamn happy I am Sugar, butter, flour Don't let me down!

SEE IT. IT’S STILL MOST OF THE SONG. goddamn— the whole energy, the sentiment of putting all the parts of her that aren’t sweet, happy, and soothing to other people, anything that she thinks might be inconvenient for those around her, and not only burying it under yet-another piece of work, a task, but one made to nurture other people; using frustration, loneliness, and all the un-sunshiney pieces to go go on and make something purely for someone else to enjoy— mmmmmmmmMMMM.

sara bareilles i owe you my life.

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@eternasci​ asked: 

What Major Arcana tarot card's morals best align with your character? You can focus on the developmental aspect of tarot (meaning, the entire "journey" that a tarot set puts a person through) or state the card you think best fits them overall.

(E.g., someone can be only temporarily aligned with the Chariot card because they are about to move into the Hermit's teachings, or they simply are always a Chariot because your character focuses on achievement, change, and empowerment.)

Okay so. I TRIED not to be biased about this. I tried to go ‘oh well, she could be the Empress, what with the divine femininity of it all,’ or the high priestess— even Temperance, which comes fairly close; one foot in the water, immersed in the flow and constant change, while the other is planted firmly on the earth, grounded and constant, completely dedicated to her purpose...

But I can’t help myself. She has to be The Star. Yes, yes, it’s my favorite card from the major arcana (to the extent of my one-and-only tattoo thus far being the Star card from my primary deck)— but it hardly seems like my fault that Easy so closely embodies the qualities which make it my favorite to begin with. Or maybe it’s completely my fault, but who cares. 

To elaborate, I’ll pull from the Biddy Tarot description of The Star, as well as the Wild Unknown, as that’s my preferred deck for reading:

“ She pours the water out to nourish the earth and to continue the cycle of fertility, represented by the lush greenery around her...  one foot on the ground, representing her practical abilities and good common sense, and the other foot in the water, representing her intuition and inner resources and listening to her inner voice. She is naked, representing her vulnerability... under the vastness of the starry night sky. ” Biddy Tarot

“ The full-spectrum color gives the star an air of holistic, healing energy. All colors are present, all colors are even, and they are contained safely within the star... The Star represents the magical sensation that comes when you live in a way that feels true and right to you. The Star gives its light freely, without holding back. But it is also unassuming. The star draws attention quietly, with a sort of serene power. A beautiful, calming influence is present in this card. This star is a reminder that hope is present even in the darkest of nights. ” Wild Unknown

Nourishing, peaceful, and hopeful. Giving without reservation, but not with the same level of intensity that is commonly associated with the Sun, (which is a comparison I, and many others, have made in time).  Where the Sun is vigorous, celebratory, and unapologetic, the Star— Easy— is a gentler presence, a more balanced force; no less constant in her shine, but not quite as blinding. Her light is not meant to drown out that of others around her, but to amplify them.

And the selection from the Wild Unknown highlights a very important quality of her character I have always tried to convey, (and no doubt what helped inspire her creation in the first place): the idea of someone being able to come through the darkest times imaginable, to endure trauma and see the worst of what the world has to offer, and still continue to share their light. To be hopeful and kind, warm and welcoming, even if that vulnerability has lead to incredible pain before. The idea that the love and goodness that can be cultivated with a tender heart still outweigh any consequences that same openness incurs. To sum it up, I’ll pull another quote from the ‘general meaning’ section as described by the Wild Unkown:

“[The Star] also has some healing connotations. The Star offers you a reprieve, a chance to make peace with whatever turmoil you’ve experienced. The Star shows that despite your battle scars, you can still be vulnerable. You can still trust, you can still find a way to show up in this world as your authentic self. Your greatest strength is activated when you devote yourself to being real.”

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friendly reminder that: Easy is not easily intimidated by most people (with a few notable exceptions; i.e. Bradley), and is equally hard to discourage— especially when it comes to being underestimated or looked down on. with her stature, her demeanor, and her colloquialisms all considered, even well-meaning people can be dubious of her to start, and she’s very much used to having to ‘prove’ herself to others. though, she doesn’t go out of her way to make an impression on them, only lets her actions speak for themselves.

the surprising steel to her resolve is what makes her so well suited to the diplomatic roles she (often) takes on in post-war / post-main-story scenarios. she doesn’t let the pomp and circumstance of some dignitaries faze her and, (despite the sometimes romantic daydreams which she indulges), she doesn’t feel immediately humbled by nobility or high titles. at the end of the day, people are people, and Easy knows that no circumstance of birth or fancy rank makes someone more valuable, fundamentally. she can acknowledge the important role someone plays and treat them with respect without falling to their feet with cowering humility.

so she doesn’t take most, if any, snobbish mistreatment to heart– nor does she respond with any malice in kind... 95 times out of 100, anyways. if there’s a chance for some malicious compliance to be exacted, or it’s convenient to deliver a reality check to someone in the course of her work anyways, you can bet the Littlest Sibling™ gene is still alive enough in her to see it done. but, at any rate, she’ll just sally on with her business and take any unkind thoughts others have in stride.

....the same cannot be said for other sorts of interactions. difficult to intimidate, yes. nigh on impossible to discourage, absolutely. but to fluster? mmm.

Easy’s usual defence mechanism against flirtation and flattery is her natural obliviousness to the former, and off-hand denial of the latter, but what I imagine might be an unforeseen consequence of her kind, hard-working, and generally amenable nature when working in a highly-visible and often social position, (especially in her later adulthood), would be the not-entirely-uncommon occurrence of someone making a very clear romantic appeal to her. so if you’re looking for a weakness to exploit? it’s probably that. 

(though she’s reasonably good at not getting too Wooed™ while on-the-clock).

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@litoredeem​ replied here:

a-ah... she...

...isn’t always the first one in— she has a long morning routine, after all— but she is often the last one out. she makes her rounds, tidies what’s been stirred by the day, replaces tools and trinkets and other wandering things to their rightful spots, to be sure people can find them exactly where they ought to be, come morning. 

the gentle breeze which passes through after a storm of business, the hurry of the day, making sure it’s all ready to weather another whirlwind tomorrow.

in a house full of family, full of friends, she’ll be up in the quiet of night washing and tidying the kitchen.  she says goodnight to an empty room, and settles only once everything else has been settled before her.

it’s only natural. she’s never been any other way.

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what kind of voice are you?

a lullaby as the world sleeps beside you

if someone hears you, so be it. you talk for yourself alone, but you don't mind others hearing. people find you calming, rational. but you're still awake when everyone else is asleep. 

it's okay to take a break.

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when do you gaze at your soulmate?

when they don't see you

you love them and you're not sure they know. but that's okay. you're used to loving more than you are loved. you give more than is given. and maybe others don't understand but you don't expect more. you tell yourself the love in your heart is not meant to be savored by anyone other than you. it's more than enough to get to exist at the same time as them. you stand in their shadow and you thank the sun for casting it. they touch your arm but they do not feel the same warmth which lingers on your skin for days. you gaze at them and they might even be looking right back but they are not seeing into your soul the same way you have memorized theirs. ‘it's enough,’ you tell yourself. it's enough. it's enough. 

but what if it's not? 

...and what if you're wrong? what if they see you and all this time you have been too scared to ask what they're looking at?

stolen from @thecrimsonmonster​ 

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