That Single Stem Of Daisy Of My Dreams; A Daisy Of Love. Its Just You Who Isnt Here, But Im Going Crazy.

                 that single stem of daisy of my dreams; a daisy of love.                                             it’s just you who isn’t here, but I’m going crazy.

** platonic / familial actions.

send  one  of  these  in  to  see  my  muse’s  reaction (  add “ +reverse”  for  my  muse  to  do  the  action  to  yours )

[ embrace ]  -  your  muse  pulls  mine  in  for  a  gentle  embrace.

[ coffee ]  -  your  muse  brings  mine  a  mug  of  fresh  coffee.

[ ruffle ]  -  your  muse  ruffles  my  muses  hair.

[ pat ]  -  your  muse  pats  mine  on  the  shoulder.

[ piggyback ]  -  your  muse  jumping  on  my  muses  back.

[ kiss ]  -  your  muse  presses  a  kiss  to  my  muses  forehead.

[ bake ]  -  your  muse  presents  mine  with  freshly  baked  cookies.

[ flower crown ]  -  your  muse  places  a  flower  crown  atop  my  muses  head.

[ cook ]  -  your  muse  cooks  my  muse  a  meal.

[ lullaby ]  -  your  muse  sings  my  muse  to  sleep.

[ fort ]  -  your  muse  surprises  my  muse  with  a  pillow  fort.

[ gift ]  -  your  muse  presents  my  muse  with  a  gift.

[ hold ]  -  your  muse  holds  my  muses  hand.

[ calm ]  -  your  muse  calms  down  my  panicked  muse.

[ cheek ]  -  your  muses  kisses  my  muse  on  the  cheek.

[ boop ]  -  your  muses  boops  my  muse  on  the  nose.

( daewon to mika !! ) - daewon wasn't necessarily one to make friends, not since his past time in college. he found out quickly that humans were fickle, possessive, greedy - and he was weak to just about all of it. still, there was this unusual sense of ease that sat in his gut being around her, maybe it was their rather similar areas of work, and whatever unspoken secrets that floated in the air. he felt comfortable asking her, ' there's this new place i want to eat at, are you interested? '

‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍mika carries a warm & welcoming aura with her. so the sense of ease is not an uncommon feat when it comes to the tiny brunette. as insane as she is, making friends is as easy as 1 2 3 for miss song. her gaze shifts up from her phone, optics immediately brightening at the thought of potential food. soon follows her lips- curving up at the corners, lifting her expression entirely. a content nod as she points toward daewon.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍❛ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍oh yeah ???? i’d LOVE that !!! when are you thinking about going ? i have nothing to do at all today so- so i’m free whenever. yep. ‍ ‍  ❜‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍

goddamnfaded​:

vesper is looking around, thinking the female was indeed talking to someone else but when he sees it’s just him around, he’s just as confused now. he shifts his eyes, leaning towards the female just a bit before he’s closing the book he had been skimming, mumbling to himself and perhaps that’s what got her thinking he was talking to her. 

funny.

“uh? no, i wasn’t even talkin’ to you. so y’know. no offense taken here, but i do have one question for ya, now that you mention it.” he pauses, grabs another book before flipping a few pages, no longer eyeing the female directly, just in his peripheral vision. “who hurt you?”

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍❛ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ the patriarchy.  ‍ ‍ ❜

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍given the context, one would expect at least a smile to be present as she ushered those words under her breath. but. being a little behind on how to work in a ( human ) social environment, yon isn’t quite sure how to express satire comments in an appropriate manner, resorting to almost everything that comes out of her dumb mouth to seem like an extremely serious topic. the emotionless expression that comforted her face 24/7 doesn’t help her out in any way shape or form either.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍❛ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ okay. it was my mistake. you can’t be too careful these days. anyway, what are you reading ? ‍ ‍ ❜

wiltedstar​:

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The    sheer    panic    displayed    was    enough    for    the    rapid    cycle    of    blinking,    one,    two,    three.    It’s    barely    blood,    at    least    for    someone    like    Akuma    who    has    seen    and    had    worse,    pools    of    crimson,    his    own    and    others    but    it’s    unintentional    to    expect    this    out    of    someone    else,    knowing    very    well    that    the    VAST    majority    did    not    come    from    the    same    foundation    as    him.        “    a    triangle    with    two    equal    length        sides    “    this    is    the    response    to    her    unknown    information,    hand    comes    out    and    he    plugs    her    nose    with    the    base    of    his    finger,    it’s    not    the    action    but    rather    the    expression    which    comes    —    blank,    ignoring    the    warmth    that    coats    his    digit    suddenly.    It    wouldn’t    kill    her,    not    the    amount    which    is    coming    but    the    alarm    she    was    displaying    could    be    something    else    —    something    worse.    

                                                “    calm    down…”            It’s    said    very    simply,    keeping    his    finger    where    it    is    but    bringing    his    other    hand    up    to    cup    the    back    of    her    neck.    “    walk    forward    as    i    walk    backward    toward    the    bathroom    and    i’ll    help    you    there.”    

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍❛ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ and there’s other types. i can’t remember the name. i fucking suck at math, isausage. or something. what is it. please. my final death wish. ‍ ‍ ❜

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍the playful triangle question quickly switched into a distraction from the blood now, her gaze stuck on akuma’s as his calm & nonchalant approach to this situation both caught her off guard and embarrassed her a little. his finger that sat so casually beneath her nostril was such a mentally funny image to her that a small giggle, not the best action in this situation, resulting in a quick choke that brought her instantly back to reality. his instructions were met with a nod as she began her advance, attempting to both guide him & ignore the hand placed on her neck. she was a little weird with physical contact after all. oh well, it’s for the best.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍❛ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍thank you. i think i’m starting to smell colours. i can sense the shape, i can smell the triangle. ‍ ‍  ❜‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍she’d calmed a little at least, now it was more just dramatics for effect. leo’s, am i right. 

** platonic / familial actions.

send  one  of  these  in  to  see  my  muse’s  reaction (  add “ +reverse”  for  my  muse  to  do  the  action  to  yours )

[ embrace ]  -  your  muse  pulls  mine  in  for  a  gentle  embrace.

[ coffee ]  -  your  muse  brings  mine  a  mug  of  fresh  coffee.

[ ruffle ]  -  your  muse  ruffles  my  muses  hair.

[ pat ]  -  your  muse  pats  mine  on  the  shoulder.

[ piggyback ]  -  your  muse  jumping  on  my  muses  back.

[ kiss ]  -  your  muse  presses  a  kiss  to  my  muses  forehead.

[ bake ]  -  your  muse  presents  mine  with  freshly  baked  cookies.

[ flower crown ]  -  your  muse  places  a  flower  crown  atop  my  muses  head.

[ cook ]  -  your  muse  cooks  my  muse  a  meal.

[ lullaby ]  -  your  muse  sings  my  muse  to  sleep.

[ fort ]  -  your  muse  surprises  my  muse  with  a  pillow  fort.

[ gift ]  -  your  muse  presents  my  muse  with  a  gift.

[ hold ]  -  your  muse  holds  my  muses  hand.

[ calm ]  -  your  muse  calms  down  my  panicked  muse.

[ cheek ]  -  your  muses  kisses  my  muse  on  the  cheek.

[ boop ]  -  your  muses  boops  my  muse  on  the  nose.