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Name: Jieun Zodiac sign: Pisces  Gender: Female Height: 5′3″ or 161.544 cm Favorite color: Pink Time right now: 2:43pm as I type this out. Average hours of sleep: 4-6weekdays, 6-12 weekends. As of late... 1.5-4?? ahahaa;;; Last thing I googled: D & L configurations ; bc i’m a shitty student and I like to take breaks while I try to study. I need to retain sanity. Lucky number: idk what my lucky number is, but I’ll go with 9. Number of blankets: 1 but sometimes 2. Favorite characters: //sweats; Haru(86), Yamamoto(80), and Hibari(18) for KHR. Gintoki and Sougo for Gintama. Hiruma for Eyeshield 21. Hiei from Yu Yu Hakusho. Sakura from Naruto (all that fandom hate that I feed off of), and so... sooo many more but it’s all escaping me right now. 

Favorite books: Mmm I really liked ‘Anne of Green Gables’ it really spoke to me. Favorite bands/artists: I kinda just like music. I don’t have a fave really. I guess I have  small bias for Super Junior and only because I love Kim Heechul so much.  What am I wearing right now: a t-shirt, and some fuzzy pants. Randoms facts:

The reason for why I crack ship 1886 is literally because I cos-I mean failplayed both characters and someone told me ‘you love them so much, do you ship them together?’ I hadn’t, but the idea was funny to me, so yes, a crack ship became my OTP (in which I sometimes squeeze Yamamoto in so I can make a ‘taurus trio’ joke.) 

Ironically, Haru and Hibari were my least favorite characters of their respected genders when I started KHR. [AHAHAHAAHAH OH HOW THE TABLES HAVE TURNED]

I honestly don’t remember when I started, but I do speak in third person a lot. I try to limit it when i’m online at least. 

🐟—❝Ｉ ｃｏｎｓｉｄｅｒ ｅｖｅｒｙｔｈｉｎｇ ｔｈａｔ'ｓ ｈａｐｐｅｎｅｄ ｔｏ ｂｅ ｐｒｅｃｉｏｕｓ ｍｏｍｅｎｔｓ ｏｆ ｍｙ ｌｉｆｅ.

      ❝Lambo...!❞

   Tsuna's weary tone belied the benefit-of-the-doubt that the chasing question should have possessed. One hand held aloft the crumbled remains of what was once, a perfectly respectable sheet of paper. It used to beg the solution to some impossible math equation, but those incomprehensible formulas had been scrawled over with a sprawling, clumsy depiction of some great battle and its lonely, worldly victor. The culprit had utilized a vast array of crayolas to achieve maximum dynamism; and vibrant rivers of blood spewing from the “bad guys” all but eclipsed the empty lines awaiting the inevitably erroneous answer that Tsuna had been tasked with supplying.  

                               ❝Do you know anything about this?❞

  His brows were fixed in an irked slope, as he finally managed to corner the diminutive Lightning Guardian. What was he supposed to tell his teacher, tomorrow? Anything he fronted would doubtlessly be taken as an excuse, or a coward’s fabrication. Dismay pulled the edges of his mouth downward.  

   ❝If you need paper to color on, ask! Don’t just draw on whatever you come across.❞

  A moment of clarity occurred to him, before the soured youth could further press the point. He was accusing Lambo without even knowing that the kid was to blame. It seemed like a valid suspicion, but... He couldn’t really prove anything. And...if he was honest, Tsuna knew he wouldn’t have conjured a scoring answer no matter how long he had toiled over that problem. In all technicality, the wild crayola-drawn battle was a better use for the page than the traffic-jam collision of red x’s that he would have managed the next morning. At the end of the day, coloring wasn’t the worst thing Lambo could entertain himself with. And math homework was far outside of his spectrum of happy pursuits. So... in a way, they had both benefited? How many years would they let him successively fail this class before he was blatantly expelled? Frustration gave way to acceptance, and tenuously, he pointed at the triumphant scribble standing atop all the other scribbles.

    ❝...is this one you?❞

Ａｎｄ Ｉ ａｍ ｈｅｒｅ ｒｉｇｈｔ ｎｏｗ, ｂｅｃａｕｓｅ ｅｖｅｒｙｏｎｅ ｗａｓ ｔｈｅｒｅ ｆｏｒ ｍｅ.

Sees a small human child in a cow suit. Runs away!

send me △ for my muse to get trapped in a small closet with yours [lol why not indeed]

Haru found herself in a dark closet with someone shuffling next to her in the dark. This was a problem. Who was this person she was with, you asked? A familiar lightning guardian who may have had an affinity for cows by the way that he dressed. Why was this a problem? Well, they were trapped.