#frozenpetals

Some of these are already answered, so I'm going to answer the ones that aren't.

☬- One character you feel like you can relate to.

Believe it or not, it isn't Zhou Yu that I relate to the most. The one character (that's rather obscure, but if you know me, you know it's true) that I actually relate to the most... is Alvin H. Davenport, callsign "Chopper" from Acecombat 5. I just- I can't even explain.

✓-Favorite muse that another mun plays

I don't know if this means a favorite muse of mine, or a favorite take on a muse... this is worded very awkwardly to me.

Grammar aside, I'm going to go with a muse that I love and adore... mainly because I used to rp as them, and it's actually not in this fandom at all, but I love their take on the same character, and I can't get it out of my head. We're also really close friends too, so it all works out in the end. And that is sinbad-no-ousama. I just- I love their sinbad, and Sin loves his papa. That is all.

♨-A favorite thread you have/had?

On this blog, I have to say all of my threads with crimsontigerlord and sonhakufu. Those two are like the peanut butter and jelly to my bread when it comes to our muses. they both never cease to amaze me.

╰☆╮-Favorite type of rp

Believe it or not, it actually isn't angst. My favorite type of roleplay is.... Character development. Any rp that inspires development in some part... I love those more than anything. Sometimes it just seems like the same thing, and like my character is going nowhere, and I hate those. I wanna push his limits. I wanna find out how far he can go until he breaks. I want him happy. I want him sad. I want development! They're my favorites.

☆-One of your favorite video games?

Send me a ♬ and I'll create a five song playlist from my muse to yours.

Heartfelt Treasure

1. Part of Your World 

2.In the End  

3.Broken Hearted Girl 

4. Where the Wind Blows 

      Fingers slowly plucked the strings of the guzheng with a daomao at first, while the digits of his left hand pushed against the same strings on the opposing side of the centred bridges. He was quiet at first, breathing in time with the melody and working with the acoustics that the room provided until he was comfortable with the rhythm he built.

      His tongue flicked out from between his lips to dampen them, and with a heavy exhale, lyrics escaped his lungs:

Touch my mouth and hold my tongue,I’ll never be your chosen one.I’ll be home safe and tucked away;well, you can’t tempt me if I don’t see the day.

The pull on my flesh was just too strong,stifled the choice and the air in my lungs.Better not to breathe than to breathe a lie;'cause when I opened my body I breathe in a lie

      There was a pause—enough for Cao Cao to concentrate solely on the playing of the instrument beneath his fingers.

But oh, my heart, was flawed I knew my weakness.So hold my hand; consign me not to darkness—

"Dancing bears, painted wings

Things I almost rememberAnd a song someone singsOnce upon a December

Someone holds me safe and warmHorses prance through a silver stormFigures dancing gracefullyAcross my memory…

Someone holds me safe and warmHorses prance through a silver stormFigures dancing gracefullyAcross my memory

Far away, long agoGlowing dim as an emberThings my heart used to knowThings it yearns to remember

Someone holds me safe and strongHorses prance through a silver stormFigures dancing gracefullyAcross my memory

Far away, long agoGlowing dim as an emberThings my heart used to knowThings it yearns to remember

And a song someone singsOnce upon a December”