Welcome to Philo!

Anti-Ai: Please do not feed my writing to a chat bot, 1) I'm not very good so you'll not get good results, 2) It just feels like a violation of privacy like you took my t-shirt and cut it up or something...

Rules/About ~please read below or click here

Asks: 

Anon Icons Currently Taken: [ 🌺, 🐡,  👒, 🤝,  🌷, 🦢]

FOR ANON OC or ASK BOX RP: Please try to indicate what you want out of it. It’s misinterpret things over just text! Feel free to send a “follow-up” anon just to clarify if you feel you need to! (DW - it won’t be posted!).

Anon hate will promptly deleted.

Magic!Anons: Not accepting

NSFW: Mun is 21+, but will not participate in any NSFW. (Suggestive is fine. I’m ok with “cut to black” and lead up, but I just don’t do smut, sorry.)

Any personal headcanons of yours are not known to the mun or Jeremiah.

Jeremiah is secretive of his Philosian background.

Be respectful.

Be kind.

No god-modding.

Please don’t talk bad about other people/rpers, keep that to yourself or your own blog.

Specify lightseeker!jeremiah or otherwise default/normal Jeremiah will respond!

Will adapt to prose or shorthand RP.

Have fun!

General:

Will RP with OCs

Not group exclusionary

Will RP outside LADS verse

Will multi-ship (The mun reserves the right to Jeremiah’s discretion. Please don’t presume Jeremiah will be interested at first, or at all.)

Please be patient with replies. I appreciate gentle nudges if I’m being extra slow.

Tags:

Asks: #jeremiahs bouquet box and #answered

MC portrayals will be tagged: #the MC in my life; [your nickname] version 

#[Flower] + Verse for relationships

Thank you!

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-🦋

She waited. Counted three heartbeats.

“So,” she said lightly, tilting her head like she was just making conversation, “hypothetical question.”

She picked up a loose stem, twirling it between her fingers as she glanced at him through her lashes.

“Let’s say you have 1,000 Linkon gold. Your ex borrows 400.” A pause. “And I borrow 200.”

She smiled, sweet and absolutely not innocent.

“How much would you have left?”

"400." Jeremiah said, precisely, non-chalantly, and without thought. Any thought. Head empty except for the count he was on already. Multi-tasking and Jeremiah didn't exactly fit in the same sentence. He was a man of very many talents, and very technically precise, which had brought him success. But thinking things through? That was Xavier's job. Jeremiah had heard a math problem, not a psychological equation, and he'd answered as such.

(it's phoebe dressed as a ghost)

"What happened to my little girl? Where did she go!"

Jeremiah exclaimed in mock surprise. "Is this ghost Phoebe? Well I still think she deserves a treat."

Kneeling, he ruffled her fiery curls and held a brightly colored candy apple out to her and helped her smaller hands grasp its stick.

"Baked goods? Ty, you shouldn't have."

Jeremiah hurriedly swung the counter door open to step out and slapped a warm hand on his upper back.

MEOW! (It lets out a loud meow trying to reach the higher plants. It ends up falling embarrassingly on its back) meow.

(This cat just wants to befriend all the pretty flowers, but they live in these funny jars and they break so easily. The cat watches the man)

Meow? Meow! (Beep beep translator: friend? Friend!)

Hellebore, I swear to Astra.

Those aren't for you! No, no, no, no! Down from there!

Not another one! That was a cheap one but... actually over here. You get some tuna snacks for staying away from the petunias.

-🐱💤

But flower care is my specialty! It's not an imposition, petal.

In fact, I'll say your rose grows better when you're here. Might even say it lights up at your voice.