#naivds

repost, don’t reblog!

animal - arctic fox

colour(s) - shades of purple and blue

month - december

song - writing on the wall (blackmore's night)

number - five

time of day - night

plant - purple heather

scent - old books

crystal - white opal

season - winter

place -  a forgotten library

astrological sign - capricorn

astrological house - tenth

astrological planet - saturn

element - water

musical genre - classical

Johnny was in the shop, looking through the clothes section–when he suddenly spotted a nearby mannequin. Immediately, he rushed up towards it, placing a hand upon its shoulder.

"Hey, baby, are you a broom? 'Cause I think you've swept me off my–!"

But just as his hand made contact, the mannequin went toppling over, its head breaking into various pieces across the store floor with a loud CRASH! Johnny took a step back. Evidently, this woman was not a real person. Whoops. Then, as he noticed that somebody had just witnessed all of that, he looked a little embarrassed.

House squints down at the girl like she'd just asked why his cane doesn't shoot lasers. He shifts his weight, leans more heavily on the cane, and lowers his chin just enough to really study her and her candy-colored eyes, face looking like something out of an anime he half-pretended not to know the plot of.

"Why am I so tall?"

House repeats slowly, as if pondering each syllable.

"Because I lost a fight with gravity. Clearly, it was a long-term campaign. I stood up one day and never stopped--it's tragic, really. But there might still be hope for you."

The Terminator remains motionless as a younger lady places a flower atop his sunglasses, his head tilted slightly in silent confusion. Glancing at the bloom once, he then stares down at the teen.

let me compliment you / still accepting / @naivds

Hello there, Ale!

I know this ask is old, but let me indulge in answering this. Ale, you are an amazing friend. You have been such a delightful presence in my dash as well as my life ever since I made my dear Homura blog. You are one of the pillars that kept the Puella Magi Madoka Magica RPC alive. You were always there to welcome me back whenever I came back from my unexpected hiatuses. I know things have been quiet on my Homura dash, but I always love how you portray the girls. Thank you for being such a nice friend for me. You have the patience of a saint when it comes to me and my late replies!

You are always on my dash, no matter where I end up going. I am honored to have you follow me onto Elsa. As you already know, I have always been happy to write on Homura. You know that I adore the Puella Magi Madoka Magica fandom. I still adore it. You can bet that I will be fangirling with you whenever Magia Exedra drops in May of this year. I was worried no one would follow me when I announced that I was making a new muse blog, but I was pleasantly surprised by the amount of old friends joining me on my Elsa. Thank you, Ale, for being there for me. I can always count on you to welcome me back after rough times. Even during my current creative drought, I know I can count on you to be there for me.

Can I mention how easy you breathe life into your muses? I know I have the biggest soft spot for your Sayaka muse, especially since I support the complicated ship with Sayaka and Homura. However, I was so pleased to see that you are writing Madoka. I cannot wait to see how much she grows with you, hehe. Elsa is important to me as much as Homura, so I am happy that you are still following me. Even if I’m struggling to do anything creative, I will always excited over the idea of Elsa interacting with Madoka. Thank you sooo much for being one of the big pillars for the PMMM community. We need more people like you!

By the way, I didn’t forget about your gifts. Once my creativity is finally back from war, then I am still going to make gifts for your Madoka. I know I already gave you those two banners for Sayaka ages ago, which I still adore, but I also got to make gifts for your Madoka. I know you didn’t ask for it, but I love making edits. Giving gifts is my way of showing my appreciation, especially if I am struggling to socialize or write. Alas, my creativity is still away.

— IF SHE COULD ONLY HAVE one wish, what would she ask? She hums in response, mulling over the many different possibilities with genuine consideration. Wishing, daydreaming, yearning — all subliminal acts Reze didn't have the freedom to do, things she felt no real desire to do; her will to survive occupied what little space she had in her subconscious. Until recently. Now, without the oppressive eye of her "guardians", she has unlocked those very basic desires that makes one human, unlocked a secret door within the empty expanse of her being, hidden behind a lock &. key.

If I had one wish... She considers a sweet escape: One long trip far away from here, never to be seen again, never to be found again. Maybe the ability to swim through the sea without the fear of drowning, without ever feeling exhausted, &. landing somewhere new. Without detection. Then, she can change her name; she can change her fate. She can finally live a quiet, unextraordinary, boring life. She thinks of all the different ways she can abandon her mortal coil. The freedom of enjoying mundane experiences that most people take for granted could finally be within her reach — working a full-time job &. having her own place to call home; going shopping with friends, or sharing a sweet parfait with someone else, basking in each other's company; attending concerts of her favorite bands; being able to discover new things about herself, such as what favorite food she likes, her personal sense of style, what makes her tick, what cute quirks would others point out to her; enjoying a nice trip to the beach — her daydreams takes her to several different places.

She also thinks of him...

She laments her lack of imagination or inability to conjure something more grandiose befitting such a question. But, because this is merely a silly thought exercise, Reze arrives at a simple answer.

"I wish my salary was better," said with her usual brand of mirth &. detachment.

 JUST  STUFF  ?    Madoka   wasn't  the   kind   of   one   to   judge ,   no check that , in fact she couldn't  really  judge  to  how  other's  set  their  expectations ,  for  as  someone  like  her  she  has  a life  but  also  a  duty ,  a  responsibility  she  swore  into  after  becoming  a  magical  girl  . " You sound  like  you're  prepared ,  it  must  be  a  lot  to  deal ,  but  you  seem  like  you  got  it  under control  .    Do   you   have  an  idea   on  what  you're  going  to  do  once  you're  done  ?  "