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#Peaches LaFleur
thefruitpatchfriends · 7 months
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Peaches and Cream
Name: Peaches LaFleur
Age: 27
Peaches has a warm complexion with freckles sprinkled across her nose and cheeks, reminiscent of the golden blush of a ripe peach. Her hair is a luscious cascade of coppery curls, often adorned with flowers or ribbons. She has lively green eyes that sparkle with mischief and kindness. Peaches has a petite frame, but her energy and vibrancy make her presence known in any room.
Peaches is as sweet and refreshing as her namesake fruit. She exudes warmth, kindness, and a zest for life. She's optimistic and always sees the bright side of things, even in the darkest of situations. Peaches has a playful spirit and loves to make people laugh with her quick wit and charming demeanor. She's fiercely loyal to her friends and will go to great lengths to help them.
Peaches grew up in a small town surrounded by orchards filled with juicy peaches. From a young age, she developed a deep connection with nature and a love for her community. Her family owned a peach orchard, and Peaches spent her childhood helping tend to the trees and harvesting the fruit. She learned the value of hard work and the importance of supporting those around her.
Despite her humble beginnings, Peaches always dreamed of exploring the world beyond her small town. After graduating high school, she set out on an adventure, traveling to different cities and immersing herself in new experiences. Along the way, she discovered a passion for storytelling and performance, eventually becoming a skilled storyteller and entertainer.
Peaches has a gift for weaving enchanting tales that captivate her audience and transport them to magical realms.
Growing up surrounded by peach orchards, Peaches developed a talent for creating delicious dishes using fresh, seasonal ingredients, especially peaches.
Peaches' outgoing personality and natural charm make her a magnet for people wherever she goes. She has a knack for making friends and bringing people together. Peaches is driven by a desire to spread joy and positivity wherever she goes. She believes in the power of storytelling to connect people and inspire change. Whether she's performing on stage, cooking a meal for loved ones, or simply sharing a laugh with friends, Peaches strives to make the world a sweeter place, one peachy moment at a time.
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azuneekun · 1 year
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Have you ever thought of what voice actors SDV bachelor/Bachelorettes would have? What about your farmer?
STARDEW VOICE ACTORS
Bachelors:
• Shane - Bojack Horseman. Bojack Horseman. (Will Arnet)
• Sebastian - Marshall lee. Adventure Time. (Donald Grover)
• Harvey - Joel Miller. The Last of Us. (Pedro Pascal)
• Elliott - Alucard. Castlevania. (James Callis)
• Sam - Prompto Argentum. Square Enix's Final Fantasy. (Robbie Daymond)
• Alex - Duncan. Total Drama Island. (Drew Nelson)
Bachelorettes:
• Haley - Regina George. Mean Girls. (Rachel Mcaddams)
• Maru - Sapphire. Steven Universe. (Erica Ruttrell)
• Penny - Miss Honey. Matilda. (Embeth Davidtz)
• Abigail - Kaitlin Ka. The Quarry. (Brenda Song)
• Leah - Megara. Hercules. (Susan Egan)
• Emily - Lola Bunny. The looney Tunes Show. (Kristen Wiig)
Farmers:
• Peaches - Belle. Beauty and the Beast. (Blanca Suárez)
• Apple- Haruka. Sailor Moon Eng. Dub. (Sarah Lafleur)
• Blueberry - Tiana. Princess and the Frog. (Anika Noni Rose)
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nepofm · 1 year
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SPOTTED   at   met   steps   wearing   last   season’s   jimmy   choos  ? �� i’d   leave   the   steps   in   the   next   24   hours   before   nepoupdates   catches   them   !   if   it   were   me   ,   i’d   definitely   go   back   and  review   the   checklist   of   golden   rules.
boston  oakley   lily  rose  depp  ,  muse  t  ,  wesley  lafleur’s  misc  wc
lily  rose  depp.     she  /  her.     cis   female.      ›spotted   at   the   met   steps   ,   boston   oakley   ,   most   likely   listening   to   unholy   by   miley  cyrus   with   their   airpods   pro   .   the   twenty   five   gained   quite   a   reputation   ,   known   to   be   -snarky   yet   +protective   to   anyone   who   knows   them   .   you'll   easily   spot   them   when   you   hear   about   custom   pink   cigarettes   dangling   from   dior   lips   ,   silk   sheets   soaking   up   diamond   crusted   tears   ,   empty   promises   made   with   falty   intentions   ,   followed   by   chanel    gardenia   .   latest   nepoupdates   article   talks   about   new   yorks   favorite   nepo   baby   cut   off   by   parents   in   turmoil   ,   but   i   guess   any   reputation   is   good   reputation   .   (   peach   ,   24   ,   she  /  her   ,   est   .   )  
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spencerreidsmiles · 7 years
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Get to Know Me Tag
Tagged by @treatmelikeadamnprentiss and @sunshinemgg 
Name: Marissa
Gender: a gal 
Star sign: Gemini! 
Height: 5′4″ ish
Sexuality: bi
What images do you have set as your desktop/cell wallpapers?:  Desktop: a picture of my school friends  Cell Lockscreen: aestheticy picture of three pink flowers  Cell Homescreen: aestheticy picture of a bridge and trees
Have you ever had a crush on a teacher?: I mean....duh
What was your last text? Received: too precious...too pure / Sent: dAMMIT ABI
What do you see yourself doing in 10 years? hopefully having a degree, with a job, and with a guy or gal who likes me?
If you could be anywhere else right now, where would you be?: asleep tbh or Italy
What was your favorite 90s show?: Full House if it’s considered a 90′s show
Who was your last kiss?: lol someone KISS ME
Have you ever been stood up?: lol someone ASK ME OUT
Favorite ice cream flavor?: i love all ice cream but caramel cone or cookies and cream 
Have you been to Las Vegas?: nah man
Your favorite pair of shoes?: I JUST GOT THE BOOTS IN MY PREVIOUS POST YESTERDAY AND THEY’RE MY NEW FAVE
What is your favorite fruit?: white peaches
What’s your favourite book?: Love, Aubrey by Suzanne LaFleur
What’s the stupidest thing you’ve ever done?: honestly I do so many stupid things but once I stapled my finger onto my math final? and it just sorta bled all over my paper? also I was stomping away madly from one of my friends and i sLIPPED AND FELL ON MY ASS IN FRONT OF THE WHOLE CAFETERIA and another time I kicked over two cellos during a concert sooo 
Which loser?: i think this has to do with the IT movie but i haven’t watched it so
Tagging whoever hasn’t been tagged yet
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writevswrong · 7 years
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FANFIC * NESSIAN * PART FOUR
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SO! In an earlier post I said there would be about five to six parts of this story. Well after spending days traveling-there’s a lot more I’m adding haha. Don’t you leave me in a bus, train and/or plane and expect me to NOT write something. Hopefully that excites you because I’m thrilled as a damn peach. Enjoy! :)
In case you missed the previous parts!
https://writevswrong.tumblr.com/post/161177692923/fanfic-nessian-part-one
https://writevswrong.tumblr.com/post/161291772213/fanfic-nessian-part-two
https://writevswrong.tumblr.com/post/161402884998/fanfic-nessian-part-three
Nessian Part Four by L.J. LaFleur
I couldn’t sleep, the aftermath, the nightmare--it was overwhelming. Not to mention I almost burned the entire house down. My steps were soundless as I escaped to the roof. I’m not sure why I keep coming here...I still can’t look up. I shuffled my feet to the center point, letting the pondering stars cloak my fragile frame, cradling the heavy sorrow within. It could have been minutes or hours, that I stood, waiting until the beams of mischief peered over the horizon.  
Right, practice--with Cassian. I released the breath I didn’t realize I was holding and headed down the stairs, through the hall and to my holding cell. Hopefully I could find something else to wear besides this. Though I’m sure he would enjoy it. My hands smoothed out the sheer night gown, the panels of lace down my sides didn’t itch as much as before. A distant part of me missed these finer clothes, missed the details of lace and embroidery but things were different now. I’m different.  
It took a moment for my eyes to adjust. The emerald bedroom had been fixed and by that, I mean someone waved their hand--producing the room as it was, before all the damage I had done. Thankfully, I didn’t need to face who saw the wreckage. My stomach gurgled, a sudden urge to eat overwhelmed me. There was a velvet, sapphire robe laying on the edge of the bed. I gathered the robe, wrapping it around myself. It smelled familiar, but I couldn’t place the intoxicating scent. 
I made my way towards the door, carefully cracking it open to look down the hall for the others. Hoping I wouldn’t bump into them, to awkwardly attempt at conversation that was pointless. The hall was clear except for a pair of cedar-colored boots that were placed on the floor, a note with my name in near-perfect cursive laid beside them.
Nes,
Defeat will hurt less with these.
Forever deliciously handsome,
Cassian
I clutched the note in my fist, that idiotic prick, I thought while swiftly closing the door behind me. At first, I didn’t want to try on the boots, I wanted to attend our lesson barefoot just to see his smirk fall when he looked at my feet. After several minutes of deliberating my best come back, I had to know what they felt like.
Shaking my head, I opened the door and stared at them. The boots were beautiful to say the least. It was the finest leather I had ever seen--touched; intricate flowers, leaves and thorns were embossed as a trim. My fingers trailed down to the tongue of the boot, tracing over the golden, cursive stamped “I”. Sturdy chestnut leather chords laced up to the top, falling just below my knee.
They were comfy too, perfectly forming to the arches of my feet. My tongue clicked against the top of my mouth as I stared down at the new boots, the prick has good taste after all. I unlaced them, realizing I needed pants to train. I had only worn pants once before, during the war but I remember how much I enjoyed them despite the surrounding chaos. 
The intricately carved dresser contained several pairs, mostly ranging from cream to fawn--I chose the darkest brown available. I sniffed the robe one last time before undressing, letting my senses flood with satisfaction. I pulled on a slim fitting cream tunic that had golden stars on the collar, and finally, put on the gorgeous rose embossed boots.
 “By the Cauldron, she’s alive!” Cassian sung, his wings raising around him in taunting welcome. He waited in the far corner of the roof, balancing on the railing. His tunic removed, revealing the swirling ink across his muscles; my fading heart beat sprung to action.  
“Defeat? Really?” I sized him up, my hands crossed in front of me, covering a weak point. His raven hair was pulled back into a low bun, several loose strands framing the sides of his face.  
Cassian’s features lit up as he stared at my feet, “like the boots? Specially made,” he stated while hopping down from the ledge.
“A thoughtful gift? From you? I thought your ego was far too large to fit a brain in the same body, let alone a heart.” I stated, lifting my chin towards him.
“You’re late.” He commented as he drew closer to me. Cassian’s coal-black leather boots, barely made a sound as he crossed the roof.
Inches away from him and I could feel my heart reach towards him, battling my bones and muscles just to touch him. “You’re early,” I replied, drawing my brows together, the corner of my lips edging upwards.
Cassian’s jaw-dropping grin lit up the sky, “let’s train-picking up where we left off. Unless you’ve forgotten already?” He winked as he tilted his head towards me, the blackened strands hung around him like thick vines. 
“I believe that we left off with you on the ground, crying for mercy.” I recalled, hands shifting to my hips as I wandered to the farthest corner away from him, letting the wind clear my wandering thoughts.  
“This is gonna be fun,” he quipped while stretching his arms overhead, flexing every muscle from his cut abs to his sculpted arms. “I’ve never wanted to hit a girl and then I met…”
“Woman,” I corrected him with a hardened gaze. My tawny hair picked up with the wind, blowing a lock of hair upwards, I didn’t dare to look. 
“Witch?” He suggested with a raised brow, his hazel eyes flashed to the floating strand.
I raced towards him, flinging a right hook into his jaw. He pulled back instantly, causing me to miss. “Do you always do these lessons half naked?” I asked with a harsh glare, my eyes catching the glow of his bronze skin.
“Why? Is it distracting?” Cassian wiggled his brows, a crooked smile forming on his thin lips.
“No,” I charged him, slamming all my body weight against him till we hit the stone floor. I landed on top of him, feeling his chiseled body beneath me as I breathed in heavily. “You’ve grown weaker since our last practice.”
Cassian grunted, rolling me off of him to pin me down with one move. “Have I?” his hardened body laid against mine, his calloused hands wrapped around my wrists. Our breathing synced as he gazed at my lips and then towards my neck where he once caressed with his...
Without saying a word, I flipped him to his back, pinning his spread wings--his head smacked against the stone. My heart plummeted as I heard the sound. Images of Feyre’s head cracking open and spewing blood filled my mind. I gasped, lifting myself upwards to sit directly on his hips. My eyes shot to the scars on his spread wings, the sun highlighting the difference in colors. 
“What did you see?” He asked in a hushed tone, his cosmic hands gently holding the sides of my thighs.
Our eyes connected, a surge of magic rolled through me, my nose crinkled. “Nothing. I saw nothing,” I repeated as I pushed myself off of him.  
Cassian jumped up, his fists at the ready, “let’s go through this again. Defensive position.”
Our parring continued, sweat dripped down my temples and back. I had to stop several times as I was overwhelmed with memories, with nightmares, telling him it was his unsettling odor. A burning heat in my hands would start up and instantly fade as he yelled at me to concentrate.
“C’mon Nesta, you’re holding back. I can see it in your stance,” he adjusted my hips with his firm hands. “I didn’t think it would be this easy to kick your ass. You’re taking all the fun out of this,” he whispered in my ear. My elbow shot into his stomach, his breath escaping him. “You know, I think you take too much joy in attacking me,” he crouched down, at the ready.
“I suppose that means we won’t continue with training then,” I blocked his first attack, a bead of sweat stinging my left eye. His fist aligned with my jaw but I ducked just in time.
“You can’t get rid of me that easy,” his eyes darkened except for a small ring of hazel that ignited.
“Such a shame,” I muttered, his foot connecting with my wrist as I barely made the block. “damn,” I breathed, shaking out my hand.
“Focus,” Cassian snapped, his body glistening with sweat.
An overwhelming amount of agitation washed over me, “stop telling me to focus,” I retorted-jaw tightening as I raised my hands.
“I will, when you actually do it.” He spun into the air, his foot connecting with my forearm.
I slid several feet backwards, barely able to keep standing, “bastard,” I breathed.
“Princess,” he smirked, walking towards the wooden table in the nearest corner, a bucket of water was waiting. Cassian drained the bucket over him, washing away the sweat from his clean-shaven face. He turned in time to see me studying him, his muscles flexing, “like what you see?”  
I scanned his wings then drew my eyes back to his, “small wingspan…”
Cassian chuckled, gliding towards me in wet glory. My breath loosened as he circled around me, the familiar scent I had smelled on the sapphire robe was his. Of course, it was.  
“Tell me, now that we’re back home, have you observed many…wingspans?” He implied, beads of water dripped from his wavy hair as his eyes danced in anticipation.
“Satisfyingly much larger than yours.”
Cassian’s jaw slackened, his fighting stance returned, “saving the best for last, I guess.”
I slid a jab into his ribs, forgetting to block myself with my other arm. Cassian pushed me back as if I were a feather and his hands were the wind. My foot connected with his hand, another block. I switched into my defensive stance, grinding my teeth as I watched him circle me.
Circling me, Hybern. Images of Cassian staked to the sandstone cave walls flashed before me, blinding the jarring fist that smashed into my cheek.
“Nesta,” he cursed under his breath, “focus, damn it.” Whether he was angry at me for not paying attention or the fact that he punched me so hard my jaw pounded with thunderous pain, I wasn’t sure.
I held my mouth, rubbing the spot he hit. Another vision of invisible claws shredding his wings, my hands flew up to my ears as I heard his blood curdling scream.
Cassian wrapped his arms around me from behind, holding me tighter to his chest than I had ever been. “Escape me--unless you want to be this close to me.” He mumbled against my ear.
I struggled against his grasp, trying to kick and punch but it was useless. All I could see were his wings leaking crimson, his face draining of life.
“I taught you this months ago--break free.” His voice felt far away, as if I was being dragged down into the sea and he was above water.
“I can’t,” I pulled against him, his muscles tightening as mine shrieked.
Cassian’s voice strained, “you’ve barely tried.”
“I can’t,” I repeated, trying to elbow him, but unable to get the correct angle. I closed my eyes, praying the images of his torn lifeless body would go away.  
“How many times do I have to tell you to focus today?” His lips pressed against the cartilage of my ear as he held me close. 
“Till your wings give out,” I said under my breath, hoping he didn’t hear me.
“Better them than my face,” he claimed, his wet hair entangling with mine, droplets falling onto my neck, mixing with my own sweat.
“Liar,” I nearly cried, twisting against him, trying to focus on the boots he gave me. On the roses dispersed between vines of thorns. The Illyrian “I” sparkled as a ray of sun kissed it.  
He shook his head, a shower of water and sweat invaded my skin like poisoned arrows. “Since my unbelievably gorgeous looks are distracting you-let’s try something else,” his voice sounded rough, deadly. 
“Release me,” my voice strengthened as I stopped fighting against his hold, Hybern’s words snaking through me, biting at my weak points.
“Demanding me to do something will get you know where,” his spreading lips stopped short, I could feel his temperature rise. We stood there, not moving, his thick arms still encasing me.
My chin raised, “that’s right, I’m no high lord or lady.”
“Is that what you want?” He asked quietly, a strand of his wavy raven hair curled against my shoulder.
“I want you to let go of me,” I spoke clearly, carefully--happy I wasn’t facing him.  
“Is this making you uncomfortable? Just you wait…” He raised his head, standing straight but his arms tightened.
“Let go!” I shoved against him but he didn’t budge. 
Cassian’s voice softened behind me, “you barely eat and when you do, it’s a struggle when you see anything red on your plate.”
“I don’t like meat,” I replied swiftly, my heart strings tugged.  
“Bullshit,” he thundered, “You set your entire room on fire last night and if it wasn’t for Feyre’s water ability you could have died. We could have lost you.”
“It was nothing,” I said bitterly, “I’m fine.”
Cassian scoffed, “Bullshit, yet again, Nes.”
“Stop. Calling. Me. Nes.” A sickening flame grew within my chest, circling itself around my soul. 
“You can’t look up at the sky and you can barely…you can barely look at me without sadness touching your eyes.” He turned me around to face him, his head bowed until we were eye level, “so what is it? Who do you see?” his bruised hands gently laid on top of my shoulders. “What do you see?” Cassian’s fingers pressed into me, his hazel eyes frantically searching mine. 
My body quaked within his hold, my heart raging against my ribs as memories struck me from every angle. Staring into his eyes became unbearable, I looked away before I would crack further.
“Hybern-do you see him? Is it your hands stained in blood as you ripped off his head? Is that what’s haunting you?” Cassian’s voice penetrated my ear drums, the fire within me building.
“Release me,” I whispered with trembling lips, my eyes glistening over.
Cassian straightened, lifting my chin, my eyes still refusing to look up at him. “Or is it your father? The sound of his neck snapping? Is that it?” he begged, “talk to me, Nesta.”
“Stop it,” I cried, hearing the sounds of my father’s neck snapping, echoing against my pointed ears.
“Is it your father? The man who gave up, who gave up on you only to turn up when it counted most. When you needed him most? Just to watch him be murdered in front of you.” His voice hollowed, the muscle in his jaw feathered as the vein in his neck stood out.
I pushed against him, unable to break free as I winced. My hand slapped against his chest, “stop, Cassian. Just stop it.”  
“He’s dead, Nesta. You couldn’t have done anything differently to save him. Do you understand that? Is that what’s killing you inside?” He shook me, trying to make me look at him but I couldn’t. I couldn’t look at him without more memories drowning me.
I smacked his chest, the sensation sending relief through the bubbling rage within. I hit him again and again, the skin on my knuckles scraping, my nails cutting into my palms. Cassian wrapped his arms around me, forming a cage of skin and bone. 
“What is it that you see? Speak to me, please. Is it Feyre? Do you see what you’ve done to her? Is it the guilt that’s eating you away? Is it the pain of not being there for her just like your father wasn’t there for you?” Cassian’s voice hardened, his hair nearly dry from the pestering sun.
“Shut up,” I punched him until my fists felt bruised, he only gripped me tighter.
Cassian shook his head, “no, what’s wrong, Nesta?” His body stiffened against mine as he pulled me in closer, barely giving me space to breathe.
“You,” I cried, tears leaking out of my eyes. Cassian lowered his head into my tangled hair as I buried my face into his chest, “I see you, your…” my voice finally broke, droplets of amber flames brushed against his pecs. The smell of burning flesh filled my nostrils, more memories flooding in. “I see you, okay? Is that what you wanted to hear? Because It’s you!” 
I felt him wince as he pulled away, his entire demeanor changing as he lifted my chin towards him, his somber gaze glistening. “Me?” he croaked, his eyes widening as he took in my face, at the amber flames dripping down my cheeks, “your, your crying…fire?”
“Let. Me. Go.” I said as evenly as I could, staring at him broke me. My own skin unharmed by my tears; I looked at the three burn marks on his chest, the burns that I caused. More pain that I caused.
He finally released me, rubbing his eyes before looking back at me, “it is real. You’re crying fire. What is happening?”
“What I deserve.” I replied before walking towards the steps on the other end of the rooftop.
“Nesta, I…” his hand pulled at mine, I stood there a moment longer than I should have. Letting his penetrating heat dance with mine. Cassian’s calloused hand pulled me back towards him, turning me enough to face him.
Before he could speak, I remembered what he had said, his words that had crushed me. “You can’t love someone filled with as much spite and ice as me. Remember?” I sharply threw in his face, my eyes glowing red as I gazed up at him. The light within them growing brighter, I turned away. Afraid of what other ability I might have, that I might unleash upon him. My gifted boots clicked against the stone as I crossed the roof.
“Let me explain,” he reached for me again, missing my hand and pulling at the top of my pants.
I whipped around, feeling Tomas’ hands crawl along my skin. Fire grew from my fingertips, forming talons--ready to strike.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to…” recognition of what I felt, of what I saw crushed him. “Nesta…please let me explain,” he reached towards my cheek.
I closed my eyes, feeling the talons retract, my mouth parted as I breathed in deep, “I may be spiteful, I may be made of ice--but at least I’m not a liar.” I pulled away from his gentle touch, turning on my heel once again. My speed picked up while wiping my flaming tears away.
“I told you to stay away from him,” Mor’s silky voice turned to steel. Her scarlet ensemble flowed to her ankles as she leaned her back against the midnight blue wall of the hallway.    
Her voice struck me like a poisoned dagger, sinking into my flesh with every syllable. My back stiffened, “If you want him, he’s all yours.” I looked over my shoulder towards her, “unless you want someone else as well?”
Mor’s hand slid to her hip, her painted red lips pursed.
“It’s less complicated and painful to have a lonely, cold heart such as mine.” I added enough bite to my words that pride shuffled back into my chest, puffing it out like it had many times before. “Is it Azriel? I can only assume since Rhysand is taken by your best friend-not to mention he’s your cousin. Leaving only Azriel and Cassian left.” I watched as Mor’s lip twitched, her chin jutting outward. “If you truly love them, then pick one. Stop making them pine over someone who wants to keep them for her own selfish agenda.”
Mor sneered, “You know nothing about us and the bonds that tie us together. Unlike you, we know what it’s like to take care of our family. You’ll get yours when the time comes.”
“I’ll be waiting,” I snarled, the glowing red returned to my eyes. Mor’s brows knitted together as she watched my azure irises disappear entirely, forming into the same radiant light Cassian had just witnessed. Calmly, I walked towards my room, my back straight, my heart racing to its early death.        
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peachyzi · 8 years
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Fuck it do em all
bith u right…
Bubble Gum: Gender?
female
Almond: Hair color? 
blonde
Aquamarine: Eye color? 
greenish blueish
Asparagus: Birthday? 
January 9
Cerise: First name? 
Angelina
Dandelion: Middle name? 
Jade-Nikole
Leather Jacket: Long or short hair? 
long
Pink Sherbert: Short or tall? 
tall ??????
Lavender: Braces? 
nope
Manatee: Smoker or non smoker? 
…smoker? not really anymore though
Mountain Meadow: Drank or still drink alcohol?
  drank, want to drink, dont wanna drink
Wisteria: Ever done drugs? 
ya bro :9
Emerald: Favorite thing about yourself? 
my collar bones lolol
Black Shadows: Something you’re allergic to? 
earrings ??? idk
Denim: Any diseases? 
I wouldn’t know, mayb, mayb not
Raw Umber: Sexual orientation? 
bisexual
Misty Moss: Kissed anyone other than family? 
ya my gf
Outer Space: Had sex? 
anyway
Shadow: Name of crush? 
it starts w/ a d and the rest is nunya
Smashed Pumpkin: Why do you like the person you do? 
because she’s glowing and radiating pure beauty yet she’s so unaware of it. her personality is so amazing and she’s so so so sweet and she makes me unbelievably happy. she���s a blessing to my life and even just remembering that she exists excites me. :-) :0 !!! etc…
Magic Mint: Number of people you dated? 
20 something lol
Steel Teal: Longest time you’ve dated someone? 
a year and a day wow
Thistle: Number of best friends? 
like 5 or 7 idk
Eggplant: Number of siblings? 
4
Fuchsia: Number of pets? 
1, my cat Bear
Plum: Still live with parent(s)? 
ya my mom
Razzmic Berry: Name of your mother? 
Jolene
Sonic Silver: Name of your father? 
Jeremy
Sea Serpent: Both parents still alive? 
yes i wonder if im in my dads will tho :/ (my mom said im not in hers wow :/)
Eucalyptus: Country you live in?
america
Salmon: Place you wish to live or visit? 
go w the flo, idk
Winter Sky: Number of days missed from school this year? 
more than 10
Mystic Maroon: Met anyone famous? 
grav3yardgirl
Dark Venetian Red: Dream job? 
none
Radical Red: Aesthetic? 
red, sexual, soft n grunge
Malachite: Something you love? 
myself
Moonstone: Something you love the smell of? 
gasoline LMAO 
Bittersweet: Favorite music artist? 
daddy ninji
Lemon Glacier: Favorite album? 
ugh by end me now on story of my life
Inchworm: Favorite song? 
puppy dog eyes by ida laurberg
Scarlet: Favorite book? 
eight keys by suzanne lafleur
Unmellow Yellow: Favorite TV show? 
it’s always sunny in Philadelphia
Wild Blue Yonder: Favorite movie? 
the hills have eyes
Blue Bell: Favorite restaurant? 
…applebees??????
Medium Orange: Favorite fruit? 
peach
Mulberry: Favorite vegetable? 
broccoli
Canary: Favorite class in school? 
currently trig
Periwinkle: Favorite website? 
… this piece of shit site …
Black: Favorite season? 
fall
Ruby: Favorite holiday? 
halloween
Midnight: Favorite day of the week? 
tuesday
Maximum Purple: Favorite time of day?
11pm  
Permanent Geranium Lake: Favorite flower? 
morning glory !! :’)
Sea Green: Favorite animal? 
OSTRICH
Timberwolf: Movie theater or Netflix? 
netflix :P
Blizzard Blue: Buying music or downloading from YouTube?
bith neither tf i got spotify
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