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“Well, I’m not a poet. I’m just a woman.”

i was tagged by @erumpets (wow i’m finally responding to one of your tags!) to make myself on this site! this was fun and cute and a much needed distraction/addition to my night caroline :))

haha i mean if you call me ho it’s all cool. gracias mater!

lunaria; what’s your favorite fictional universe? - oh goodness how do i choose? i’m so torn between lotr and harry potter, because i grew up so integrated into the hp universe from immersing myself in the books, but i adore the aesthetic of lotr (ie: the shire, the taverns, the different mythical races). can i pick both? hp wins in the nostalgia department, but i feel like my personal aesthetic match lotr a little more.

snowdrop; what does your ideal day look like? - um... this changes all the time. i don’t really have a specific idea of what it would look like. maybe something where i get up early (already packed the night before), and go on a scenic road trip with family or friends, stop somewhere for brunch/lunch, and get to the destination around early evening. relax in the hotel, maybe grab some dinner, and have a movie night/chill night while discussing our plans for the rest of the trip (may or may not have had this exact day november of 2018 and tried to recreate it the next year, failed, and dreamed of it ever since).

peony; share a small random book passage that means something to you. -  “And suddenly, their wardrobes were empty, their trunks were packed, Neville's toad was found lurking in a corner of the toilets; notes were handed out to all students, warning them not to use magic over the holidays ("I always hope they'll forget to give us these," said Fred Weasley sadly); Hagrid was there to take them down to the fleet of boats that sailed across the lake; they were boarding the Hogwarts Express; talking and laughing as the countryside became greener and tidier; eating Bettie Bott's Every Flavor Beans as they sped past Muggle towns; pulling off their wizard robes and putting on jackets and coats; pulling into platform nine and three-quarters at King's Cross Station.” from the Philospher’s Stone, in the last chapter. Reading everyone pack up as the year ended always made me feel like I was saying goodbye, even as a kid, and now it just makes me oh-so nostalgic. I don’t want the book to end, even if it is just the first one! something about it feels extra special and like childhood.

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type: sprite | mermaid | kelpie | pixie

power: dream alteration | flight | time manipulation | shape shifting

color: soft pink | murky blue | forest green | bright white

terrain: wildflower patch | lush woods | snowcapped mountains | cliffed coast