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Oh my, may enter! <3

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dropping qwq
I didn't connect as well as I thought I would.

[PixelPlushiee]

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username Hello! I'm PixelPlushiee- a small, artistic girl with big ambitions.
Now non-owner. I will try to compete for this beautiful Plumerian that's my dream.

name N'aymeth Dianett, but close friends can call her Diane.

gender Oh, you can't tell? Obviously I'm a female.

song Hail To The King - Avenged Sevenfold

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Diane at first glance seems to be a creature as delicate as glass, cracking under her altruistic cover. But this image can be
created only by rumors in nearby cities. By looking down at the brown-haired royal at least once, it's obvious that she does not live up to the rumors everyone has heard.
Bow down!
Usually, her innocent little face adorns weariness or seriousness, gone from time to time when she gives out smileys. If she gives her white fangs- it is only in this way, looking with disdain at the sub-entity. Her eyes are filled with cold that nobody can manage, which could freeze a victim with one look. The plumerian does not often get in contact with others, seeing as she believes most of the population so be nothing but unworthy subjects (which they are, of course). She can never truly trust, not after a tragedy from the past, which destroyed her completely. She also can't forgive or forget. She rejects love completely, getting rid of admirers, for they are deceived by her beauty and richness, in an ingenious, elegant and fairly conspiracy.
Despite common serious faces, she hasn't got in herself that behavior, behaving childishly and profligately, and spends money on her own needs, just for fun. She can't keep anything for a long time, quickly disposing of anything she has had for a while, in a true, "That's so yesterday" fashion. She is a very greedy noblewoman, but it would be a lie to say that that is her sin. She's pride.
She loves to push around others, showing her superiority, making it clear that as long as she is around, they might as well be worthless junk. This behaviour stimulates her own ego, usually larger than herself, equal to the greater demand for filling it. The young lady revels their grimaces of anger, but they can't express words of opposition, remaining in pathetic helplessness. She hasn't got empathy or altruism in her, and complements them with her sadism. She looks at all from up, believing herself to be the essence divine. She never deigns to dish defeat, completely ignoring the weak.
Green-eyed can take the title of spoiled, little girl, weeping and foot-stamping, if she doesn't get what she want . But this is only the initial phase of the presentation, accompanying later, drastic events. You can't mock her too long, because you won't make fun of anyone else ever again-you won't be able to. Despite the innate skills and personal charm, N'Aymeth fails court ladies, showing the willingness to face her toxicity. The tyrant should arouse terror, not become some soft hand benevolent ruler. If they are afraid- their will not do anything to her. She won't commit the same mistake.
Diane has got many friends, gems and mercenaries, able to kill on a single nod. It's worth mentioning that the woman loves compliments and gifts, which may to some extent to lull her vigilance or pull the wool over her eyes. And it seemed that she takes the title of champion of conspiracy.
But childishness goes hand in hand with naivety... The remains of a small Diane disappeared long ago, leaving nothing but emptiness.
Let the fun begin.
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The flowery town was buzzing as usual; solar streets were filled with the smell of fresh plants, sold here and there at the nearby stands. The road was filled with dozens of interconnecting sounds with merry laughter and cheerful talks about the most trivial matters, more than almost anyone could imagine. However, an increasing number of mouths were talking about a child, who was born out of the royal couple. That day, she came out of the belly of her mother, earning the title N'aymeth Dianette, however, people began to shorten her name to the friendly 'Diane'. The king saw no problem with this fact, and began to accept it, and started calling his daughter Diane as well. Residents of a small country, that doesn't know much technology yet, had a lot of respect and trust for their ruler, knowing that in his decisions he is guided by altruistic mind and good intensions. The king is always guarding the order, helping and listening to everyone. When necessary, he would even take it upon himself to do the work meant for peasants, and would help his people build a dam. He preferred to suffer through long hours in the sun over sitting on his high throne, looking down at those he could call his friends. Even if someone lied, the monarch offered him the necessary resources, showing considerable naïveté. He maintained his small country alone, without mixing in any war or dispute.
Young Diane grew up among the maidservants and even friends outside the palace. She liked to sneak out of the mansion to meet new people or even bathe in the nearby streams. However, the biggest back for a girl was her older sister- much more serious and more aligned then her. She didn't support the secret forays, although she loved spending time with her little sibling. The cheerful, gap-toothed child turned out for her escape from loneliness, just as it once did her garden. The older sibling loved to watch, while the tiny thing is learning new things, precisely because of their new, microscopic happiness, the princess started to grow flowers that have got only green tone- as the eyes of Diane. She tried to convince her brown-haired sibling that horticulture is really great fun, but they abandoned the attempt when a nine-year old nearly drowned producing plants in the water. Previously, she would crush, demolish them... But the younger disliked the most tedious monotony, so she merely to spend time here with her sister, and even looking at her work. They loved most crisp roses, captivated with its scent and good looks. This flower was on the back of the N'aymeth'a neck, it's why it has become particularly important for the duo. Palace Druid even enchanted a few plants, so that they never faded, always surprised with their beauty. Diane took two, implanting it up her straight hairstyle. But the blue-eyed lady decorated the whole body with them.
In later years the girl gained more distance, the example of the older sister. She wasn't going for excursions herself, and for that she devoted to work and education, spending every free moment, and these were very rare, in the green garden. She began to like the possession of power, sometimes even being nasty to someone, taking advantage of her position and inviolability.
Once, a group of refugees arrived in the country. There was nothing surprising in this, since the kingdom were found by many travelers. But those wandering labored under the cover of a mysterious night, not stopping even for a moment. They reached the royal townships, leaving it extremely fast. The day after, the king began to ask residents about monetary donations. Even all kinds of valuables they had. The people loved their ruler, so without hesitation they gave their jewels and riches. And the emperor himself thanked his loved 'children' with tears in his eyes. They had not even asked 'why', showing no signs of mistrust. If the king can't say, they knew they did not need to ask and it has probably served their wellbeing. Despite the surprise, they gave almost all of their acquisition.

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No one could ask the man why he did it, even his beloved daughter. He decided to tell later, but he could not do that, because that same evening, the crowd could spot the hanging monarch, just above them, but not breathing. A mysterious entourage before him, declared with calm tone that they rescued the nation from destruction. The monarch had planned to gather all the property, only to flee their homeland.
At first, the former loyal subjects did not believe and got ready to revolt, but a hint of hesitation began to grow between them. Doubts unleashed with a view of the bodies brought from a distant village. Townspeople were able to see their friends and family... That's where the invasion was to begin. This time, uncertainty turned into hate. They wanted the disappearance, maybe even death, of the entire royal family. Nobody thought rationally, and even if, he blindly follow the crowd, not wanting to be rejected and battered.
Diane wasn't aware of anything. As usual, she went to her little world, waiting for a meeting with her sister. These took place, but not as she had been expecting. When she entered the green kingdom, she saw a spot, traversed by occasional tufts of brown hair. It took her a few moments to understand what exactly was under her feet. The remains of the most beloved person. Her mouth dropped open, only to close a minute later as her eyes glazed over in disbelief. She wanted to escape- she needed to escape. She didn't know what to do. Then she caught one small detail: Among the remains was laying the fragrant petals. Indestructible, eternal, as he says... But still dead. They turned black, as if to wither, without changing the shape. Dianne gathered flowers. No, not flowers. Her sister.
Then she had to confront her torturers. She hated them with all her heart. She didn't even know what happened here. She just wanted to cry like a little girl and nestle into the arms of her mother. But she couldn't. She was only awaiting her punishment, although they had no reason to impose her so. However, the entourage smiled warmly to the princess, giving hand, as if she were a small child. Apparently they had plans for her, about which she had no idea. She was afraid of death. Terribly afraid. But their promised that nothing bad would happen. But she still did not understand- why? They sacrificed so many people and left her. Why did they not leave her sister?! She didn't have the courage to to ask. They gained power, wealth and glory that first day they blackmailed king- if he won't get money, they will destroy his country. There were known by powerful criminals. But not in Flower Country. However, the small state in the future will be used for something else, not such irrelevant reasons.

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Days and months went by and the invaders still treated her kindly, as if she were one of them. She gained her own mansion and wealth. They divested her like a rag doll, and she hated them even more for this. Despite this, people treated her like the most ordinary criminal. All the time demanding her to be put before a judge, tried for crimes nonexistent, not calling her Diane anymore. Only vile name-calling, so terrible that we shouldn't repeat it here. First, she tried to forgive, understand, even to sacrifice. But it did not give anything. Despite protection from the killers, she felt like a victim, prisoner, convict... She knew that if she was nice, she would sooner or later join her family in another world. Democracy will decide. So she began waking terror, using her noble position. Heretics were sentenced to cruel judgment at the hands of governors. She began to arouse even greater disgust in her own person and to her own delight, fear. First she had to pretend, though afterwards the role turned into reality. The self-proclaimed queen, not abolishing the opposition, punished a terrible burden. With who you are, so you become. She adapted to the wicked, still hating them. She hated everyone.
She had still not found out the cause, which she was spared by, so it has become her main goal. Currently, she use power for her own pleasure. She get permission. She is near to terrible truth. In free time she looks on her own garden with only green flowers. But she doesn't deal with plants. She has got gardeners and other servants. She is known in all over the world as a cruel queen. She's good with it.
She is waiting for her tragedy.
ｃｕｒｔａｉｎ ｈｉｄｅｓ ｓｔａｇｅ
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Behind Diane''s Residence is shown Beautiful Garden, shrouded in a misty, dewy envelope. Juicy, evenly trimmed grass is intertwined by paths, neatly aligned with brown stones. They have so many forks and angles, giving the impression of good basics for labyrinth. But the place stands out with a singular fact- everywhere you look there are planted shrubs with flowers in light green color. Beautiful roses delight with their fragrance and also the dazzling appearance. The backyard has become a personal empire to girl, which she tried to design it at, almost the same, like the old shelter. And this place allows Cruel Queen to think about nostalgic times, warming poisoned soul. However, the fraction of a second only. Besides, the noblewoman come here only to watch her little children, while she is reading on the mahogany bench. She doesn't want destroye them, fearing her own ineptitude to delicate petals. She waches them, tends, confides to them... Treats like old meetings with her gone sister. Plant are very charm, thanks to the greatest gardeners in Flowery Country, who are obliged to look after the place every day.


Brown-haired loves shiny trinkets, covered with glassy, ​​smooth coating. She fascinates by precious stones, admiring their shapes or even color. Of course, she acquires only those the most beautiful, from the best in their field jewelers. They have to keep sparkles in perfect condition. These are also stored in one of the rooms and added to the demonstration colletions of one representative of each 'species', in fact, she has a separate treasury for thousands of these valuables. She loves to decorate her room with them or even use them for bathroom bath as deputy for proverbial duck! There isn't only simple vanity behind this, but pure passion. After years of seniority N'aymeth has extensive experience, passing as beautifully crafted expert.
She loves emeralds the most, very standard gems, due to their green tone. With emeralds Queen decorated her valuable treasure- crown made of the most robust, decorated, which has the heavy crimson inside... But precisely, sapphire tossed tip of the crown, which is a real dragon fangs. The biggest trophy, to which everyone refer masterfully. In addition, Dianette brings a lot of valuable raw materials from her travels.


Queen quickly become bored by monotony. Sitting in one place for a long time is not conducive to her, so she has 'cottages' across many countries, there to take pleasure by calm journeys. She can't be too far from these points out, beacuse she could escape. Pff ... As if she had such an intention. Perhaps she got so, but not now. Green-eyed delights in discovering new places and cultures, as well as bringing new valuable specimens to her estate, and not just the crystals! The most surprising to her is advanced technology, occurring in other countries. Usually she keeps to it considerable mistrust, still not understanding the essence of its operation. Rustling machine, shimmering sheets... Although she tries not to show it, noblewoman is simply afraid of them. You can't convince her about the discoverys. She plans to explore them more deeply, choking even in the distant future shimmering surface to her own residence. That technology is this unexplored part, that caus shivers to brownish back.


Noble sport discipline, convenient for such 'good' sophisticated ladies. In fact, Diane hates this art, trying to maintain the illusion. So she must therefore trouble from time to time in that boredom, so devoid of emotion. She would rather discover the secrets of a normal blade, rather than a thin stick... This aim is to protect and probably only addressing her free time. Although the girl has a lot of plans for possible activities, and what to protecting- lady is great with using dagger. Noiseless crime with class... Fencing goes the self-proclaimed Queen on average, but she is directed with compulsion.


One of the nicest killers of Plumerian's time became a book. The heady scent and soothing rustle, interspersed with wonderful content. N'aymeth loves to follow the fate of the learned characters, as well as the swift actions of their participation. She isn't going to look at popular trash, she prefer carefully selected lectures, that she likes. Following the crowd can be subsumed under the crime! The woman most often absorbs letters at night, by the light of candles. She also loves to drink freshly brewed tea in a cup, while she is reading. Noblewoman loves complement her collection with new volumes.
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Eloise
''Eloise is very interesting person, furthermore she is one of a few people, who don't play on my nerves. I think she is kinda cute, but shh. I wonder, why somebody like Elo is spending her time with somebody like me on her own accord. I'm not complaining, but it's just... Strange, new, different for me. We met first time accidentally, blue-eyed didn't know me, so she didn't know my roy... I mean, nobility status too. She was very surprised, when I told her who I really am. Fortunately, she didn't know rumors about me, so we could stay in possitive relations.She accepted me, even when I tried to be little rude for her, just for trying what person she is o-of course! She is big help for me, I don't want to miss her. Elo sometimes shows me things that I didn't know yet and it's so fascinating! She can clearly explain things and I'm not afraid of them so much. She is reason, why France is one of my favourite countries to travel. I love her style of drawing and delicacy. She's like a glass and I must protect it. Oh, and she call me Diane. She got my permission, of course. She is different. She is my sun gleam.
But all of this is top secret... I must care about my effigy.''
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Dahlia
''Tsch. Dahlia. Valgus, sub and jealous piece of inelegant fur. She doesn't know something like grace, tact or even personal culture. I'm not friendly, fluffy unicorn, but I'm doing things with cunning and class. We schould be rivals, but she isn't any competition to me! Please. With her look, personality and rank... Don't make jokes on me. She always stays in my shadow and there isn't need to explain why! Whe usually conduct exchanges, what sometimes end with bunch of insults. But you must code in your little brain that information- you WON'T raise your hand on her or make her sad. I promise, if you do that, you won't wake up another day. I won't tolerate any bullying for her, so be afraid. Even if we sometimes argue with each other, she is ugly duckling that I must take care of. N-no. I don't like her, but... *looks away* I am only sorry of her. Bacause, I'm better and I should watch for weakling. And others are watching us, it's like a habit. But I must say, that talks with her are SO interesting and she has good sense of humor. Listen cerefully, Dahlia. You won't hear something like this again! ''
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Huo
''Huo? Very annoying, boring and meaningless mob. Maybe we aren't in very bed relations, but I decisively don't like her. I don't know how others can stand up with her! We don't discuss usally and we limit ourselves to curves looks. I don't argue with this thing, cause I can't stain myself with such dishonor. I think she knew me before we met. I hate when she rule. I am the true Queen! In addition, her sharp tongue it's at least discourteous- talking with her fill me with disgust. Her passions are pointless. We just try to don't talk to each other, right? She is lucky, that I don't take this relation for real..''
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Saiya
''Oh! She looks so terrible. Even this freak, Huo or Dhalia, look better a lot! From which monsters this came up to life?! Ugh. I try to avoid her with a wide berth. But, ekhem, she also looks like shy, uncertain, girly thing. I can't even speak or discuss with her! She opened her mouth only if I askd her some sort of mean question. I know she heared about me, hm.. Famous is good thing. Even if it isn't celebrity popularity, but normal fear reaction. And I think Saiya was afraid of me. We met once or twice, but she never looked at my eyes. She's trying to avoid me. And vice versa. I don't need fearful drudge. Only for manipulation. Hope I never see her again.''
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Reese
''So great, noble agent FBI, who can take care of children and poor plumerians! Oh, oh! He makes me sick. I had heard this opinion before and it just made me laugh. Dumb who said this must get punishment. Please, don't tell such irrational things, stading near to me, if you will get chance someday, that means, never. He's just rude and ill-mannered. I think he even hate me, beeing disgusted my alleged past. Like a small, unconscious puppet in my paws. He thinks that he knows and understands everything, but it isn't true. He's not aware of anything. I don't want to tell his filthy name. One day I will crush this meager, pathetic fool.''
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Monica
''No. Not her! Very, very strange and psyhic something! I just can't name her 'Plumerian'. She's very, very weird. I can't tell, that I'm afraid of her, but she's really scary. She has got something called 'Tumblr' and I don't understand it, even when Elo showed it to me. And this 'Tumblr' was full with 'cutie-wutie' things. Disgusting! She acts there like little baby, but she looks like an adult woman! She's also wearing bunch of odd accesories in horrible colors. One normal thing about her is that she likes book. But she is too weird, so I can't talk to her. Never forever. Let's change topic. Quick!''
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Hibiscus
''Another trash. You are tormenting me, you'll regret. Let's do it quickly. Dumb, average and two-faced. Do I need to add something? Yes? Tsch. He is really annoying and ungrateful, I will ''play'' with him little later. At this moment, I don't have time to mess with... It. I'm tired now. Leave me alone, fool.''

*She left, throwing a venomous look at me*

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''I can't choose just one! Don't ask so radiculus question! I fall in love with many of them. My library is my fav sanctuary after garden.''
song- ''I don't like classical music. It's boring. I like songs in inns, that are sing by bards, more than it. Oh, songs from musicals aren't that bad too.''

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''I rarely eat something sweet. I like it, but I must get slim figure. I sometimes eat some sort of cakes, ice creams and macarones. I usually get them in France, where I met with Elo.''

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''Green tea is delicious. Very unique taste.''

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''Emerald, by its color. Truly I love all of gems.''

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''Sunny days are the best, because I am the sun and if it's sunny I can read book in my garden and look over my flowers.''

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''Of course my crown. Beyond her? Hmm... Long socks are warm and nice, but I don't wear them often. Only in my free time at my room. I look too appealing in them.''

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''I don't like pets at all. They're annoying and unintelligent. I just like ferrets. They're... Ekhem... Adorable. Maybe I should buy one?''

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theatrical performance- ''Let me think... I must say, that I'm in love with 'Monte Christo' Musical. I could listen to its songs all days.''

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''My choice is green. Obvious reasons. Green roses are the most beautiful things in the world. After me.''

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Coding | blazen.
I'm only human...| ȶigressa
My past is not today. | Kydashing

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Don't mess with me, darling | Baigel
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1. Pixelart animation from top
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Song: Soldier and the Oak: Elliot Park

Resss omg

So:

2 Comic Pages (Anthro)

1 Human Art

Song lyric Art mashup

Collage?

Animation (Probs not though)

House shot

Fav activity

Traditional Watercolor <3

Some sort of garden shop. She is a gardener with a huge heart but, she is brought down by the weight of the guilt that she has for abandoning her friends in pursuit of achieving her ultimate goal.

[ririan]

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"Upon a nice mid-spring day,
Let's take a look at Nature's way,
Breathe the scent of nice fresh air,
Feel the breeze within your hair.
The grass will poke between your toes,
Smell the flowers with your nose,
Clouds form shapes within the skies,
And light will glisten from your eyes.
Hear the buzzing of the bees,
Climb the tallest willow trees,
Look across the meadow way,
And you shall see a young deer play.
Pick the daisies as they grow,
Watch a gentle cold stream flow,
Know the sounds of water splash,
Catch its glimmer in a flash.
When altogether all seems sound,
Lay yourself upon the ground,
Take a moment to inhale,
And listen to Nature tell her tale... "


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Ｔｈｅ ｏｗｎｅｒ．．？
❀"There is no need of me
to answer this , so i'm letting my owner
answer."
Hi there ^-^
I am Lilloa , owner of two Plumerians ,
Akemi and Lillian. I am willing
to try to get this beautiful staff
Plumerians who you , Hiroko
made. I'll be trying my best.❀
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Ｍｙ ｎａｍｅ．．？
❀"My name is Acacia ,
it was said that my name
would be this from the
time i was chosen as the future princess ,
and the time i was born."❀
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Ｍｙ ｎａｍｅ＇ｓ ｍｅａｎｉｎｇ．．？
❀"Well , though its really not
that interesting , my name ,
Acacia is an attractive, rarely used
Greek nature name enhanced
by its popular beginning-and-ending-
with 'a'-construct, and is gradually
beginning to catch on with baby namers.

The acacia is a shrub of the
mimosa family, with clusters of
showy white or yellow blossoms,
which symbolizes resurrection
and immortality--making the
name especially appropriate for
an Easter-season baby.

Named by an early Greek botanist,
the acacia is known for its fine
wood and medicinal properties.
It also has biblical ties, since the
Ark of the Covenant was made
out of Acacia wood.

As a given name, Acacia has
had some popularity in Australia,
where the acacia (sometimes known
there as the wattle) is a common
plant and sometime national symbol."❀
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Ｍｙ ｇｅｎｄｅｒ．．？
❀"I was born as a female."❀
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Ｍｙ Ｐｅｒｓｏｎａｌｉｔｙ．．？
❀ ⊲ Acacia is excellent at analyzing, understanding,
and learning. She tends to be mystics,
philosophers, scholars, and teachers.
Because she lives so much in the
mind, she tends to be quiet
and introspective, and is a introvert.
When presented with issues, she
will see the larger picture. Her solitary
thoughtfulness and analysis of
people and world events may
make her seem aloof, and
sometimes even melancholy.

She tends to be tolerant and
nonjudgmental, but is deeply
loyal to the people and causes
that matter to her. She endeavors
to accept and support other people,
but is ultimately guided by her own
core values. She will typically
look for ways to be accommodating
and may have difficulty dealing
with others who are not willing
to do the same.

She is typically modest. She usually
does not like to be in the spotlight,
preferring instead to take a supporting
role, and will avoid planning and
organizing whenever possible.
Sensitive and responsive, she
steps in to do what needs to be
done and is satisfied by her
personal sense of being helpful
to others.

If you watch closely, you can
observe her caring in the thoughtful
things she does for others. She is
carefully observant of the practical
needs of other people, and often
step in with quiet, unassuming
assistance at just the moment it
is needed. She prefers to take a
supportive role and is rarely
assertive or demanding of attention.
She is typically tolerant and
accepting of others.

She typically has finely tuned
artistic sensibilities. She is
sensitive to color, texture, and tone,
and often have an innate sense
of what will be aesthetically pleasing.
She is often naturals when it
comes to arranging something
artistically, and enjoy the
process of taking in the sensations
around her. She focus mostly
on the experiences of the
present moment, and is rarely
ambitious, preferring instead to
enjoy the simple pleasures of life:
friends, family, and sensory
delights such as food, music, and art.
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Ｍｙ Ｈｏｂｂｉｅｓ．．？
❀"Since i live at the palace and
had lots of free time , i have many different
hobbies.

◆Catching butterflies ◆
◇"Catching butterflies and letting them go
is wonderful , you can discover many
different species of butterflies , and
watch them with their beautiful wings."
◆Planting flowers ◆
◇"Flowers are beautiful living things
that are in this world. They each have
their own flower meaning , and
they have wonderful names."
◆Creating different types of tea ◆
◇"Tea is relaxing and refreshing.
I like to make new types of delicious
tea for everyone to enjoy."
◆Drawing◆
◇"Drawing shows the world in a
different way. Drawing can make
your imagination go crazy , and
you can create possibly something
new from it."
◆Singing◆
◇"Singing shows words in a unique
way , songs arw more easier to
understand than normal talking ,
as foe me though , and songs
can describe many things in
many different and unique ways."
◆Playing the piano◆
◇"The piano is a wonderful
instrument , i like the classical
sounds from it , and it seems to
make everything better if you
are sad by listening to it."
◆Making pastry stuff◆
◇"Pastry is delicous , and its
fun to try and bake them ,
you can decorate them by
your own imagination too."❀
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Ｍｙ Ｄｒｅａｍ．．？
❀It might be funny ,
but i would like wings to fly.
And prehaps butterfly wings.
I want to discover different
traditions of different countries ,
And different languages. Although
i only know 10 languages , and
i am fluent , its not enough.
I want to learn all the languages
to communicate with all the people
in the world , and to have butterfly
wings is amazing , butterflies has always
been my favourite animal , and
Its very unique.❀
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Ｍｙ Ｈｉｓｔｏｒｙ．．？
❀
Chapter 1 ; School life
I lived as a princess from a faraway
land called the kingdom of
Fiona. It has many flowers and
things of nature , which caused me to
love the outdoors and nature.

From when i was small , i loved
to create poems and stories of kinds ,
Catching butterflies , making tea ,
Planting flowers , playing piano ,
I also liked to make art and bake pastries.
It was all fun until i needed to go to
School. School works got me tired and
I didnt really have that enough free time
unless its holidays , but aside from that ,
School was the first place which i really hated
to go to. Because im called "The beauty queen"
, boys would
try to flirt with me and try to make me
Their girlfriend , which caused girls who
loved some boys who flirts me me to
bully me. They will take my book and
Rip it off if i didnt do their homework for
them , and bully me in different ways.
I really hated them , but even though
i tell my parents there was no use to
do it. And since i was a princess ,
We needed to keep it a secret.
Since some robbers will come or
Something.

But one day though , at recess ,
The girls came and bullied me ,
But halfway when they tried
To bully me , i got my courage
Up , which i rarely every do because
i'm very quiet in school , and tried to
reason with them , i told them
My feelings and fortunately ,
They understood my feelings. Later on ,
We became friends and did stuffs together ,
They still dont know that i'm a princess though.
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Chapter 2 ; Family life
As a wealthy young lady , life for her isnt
What you expect. Sometimes in a month ,
Her father needs to move for work.
And Acacia needs to follow her dad.
Sometimes , she doesnt want to go
And remains at home with her maids ,
But her father rarely lets that happen.
So she will have friends and only talk
With them for some time before she
Moves again , which makes her sad
Because she looks like she is leaving
Her friends.
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"My life continues to live on in a
unique and different way from others."
-Acacia❀
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Ｍｙ Ｌｏｖｅ ｓｔｏｒｙ．．？
❀O n c e A g o . . . . .
Acacia got to sleep , and she
dreamt that she was in a black
world , where no one but Acacia
herself was there. Suddenly , a black
screen appeared , and Acacia saw
a boy sitting on a bench beside
a field of flowers at night. The boy
was crying , saying out these
words ;; "Why..Why does no one
wants me as their Valentine?
Why..why?" , Acacia felt sad for
the boy , hearing him saying those
words , just then , Acacia realized ,
Acacia was alone too , with no one
to talk with , as no one wanted
her as their Valentine too. Acacia
cried and touched the screen ,
saying "You're like me..no one
wants us as their Valentine.." just
then , the screen sucked her hand ,
and she fell down , landing on the
field of flowers , she said ;;
"Aww..that hurt..wait..where am i?" ,
after saying that she got up ,
and saw the boy looking at her.
"Umm..Could you tell me where am i?"
she said shyly , the boy answered
"Sakura park , Tokyo Japan , that is
where you are.." In the boy's mind ,
he thought "That girl is cute.. but
she doesn't want me to be her
valentine , im sure of that." , a
little tear falled down at his face ,
Acacia saw the tear , and got
closer to him , saying "Why are
you crying?" , they boy cried even
more , hiding though it was obvious
, just then , Acacia hugged him ,
saying "You don't need to be afraid ,
i will be there for you , so don't cry ,
your cute face will be ruined." ,
Acacia wiped his tears with her hand.
The boy was shocked , as Acacia
hugged him and said those words ,
The boy stopped crying and told
Acacia what happened. Acacia said
"Well , i could be your Valentine then!"
, the boy laughed , saying "Joke all
you want , i dont mind." , Acacia
was shocked by his response , then
she said "What do you mean?" The
boy answered , "Don't act dumb ,
no one wants me to be their Valentine ,
and i think you are forcing yourself to
be my Valentine." , Acacia hugged him
and answered back to him
"I told you i am always there for
you , right? Don't worry , i am not
forcing myself , my heart tells me
that i love you , and i always will.
Besides , if i didnt like you why would
i hug you?" , the boy cried , "You
promise?" Acacia answered "Yes." ,
the boy hugged Acacia , and asked
"My name is Xavier , nice to meet you
, whats your name?" , Acacia answered
"I'm Acacia , nice to meet you too." ,
"Thats a beautiful name , oh , do
you have a house? You dont look
like you have one.. you could stay
in my house if you want." Xavier
said. Acacia answered him back
"Thank you , Sure!"

They both had wonderful memories ,
but that wasn't for long. One day
when they were hanging out
together , a earthquake came
and a crack was opened at where Xavier
and Acacia was. Xavier fell into
the crack , saying his last words
"I will always love you , Acacia ,
well then i guess this is goodbye."
Acacia cried , but just then , Acacia
woke up from her dream , heavy
breathing , she said "Xavier..?" Then ,
she thought "That...was..just a dream?.."❀
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Ｍｙ Ｓｏｎｇ．．？
❀~ song ~
This song really suits Acacia ,
with her history , and
her love story , this song
really fitted her , plus ,
her personality about the
deep thoughts about the world
makes a more clear reason of
why this song fits her.
same song but more clear❀
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[scolipede.]

mayb

[aeth]

TO DO LIST;
CODING
ART
THING
MORE THING
ANOTHER THING
2 MORE THINGS

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【 Ｉｎｔｒｏｄｕｃｔｉｏｎ 】

username; Hello, I'm aethillie, previously known as rose .
I'm a user whom has one Plumerian gifted to me by Lilloa
-who I will currently be rivaling with for this beautiful plumerian.

name; Mao, in Mandarin, it means fur, cat, hat etc [Mandarin
is quite complex aha]

gender; I couldn't style a male's hair to be so glorious even
though I love males with long hair, nor could i see her as CIS, so
I'll have to say female.

song; Of Monsters And Men - Little Talks. I chose this song
because as it is the only song I like that connects to her
in both personality and design wise

【 Ｍｅ， ｍｅ， ｍｅ．．． 】
Complex, frustrating and confusing to others, she is able to create and string along theories, sentences, paragraphs that will jumble up your thoughts, make you question life. Her constant paranoia of 'our end' causes her to fret over small things. When people realize they have a day left before they do something life changing, for instance, if someone is moving away tomorrow, the first thing on their mind is how to spend the 'today' they have. If you put Mao in that scenario, she wouldn't think of it that way, she'll sit down and worry about how her life is going to be after this change. What unexpected obstacles will come her way? She can never sit still thinking about such dangers which could happen so easily.

【 Ｌｏｏｋ ｉｎｔｏ ｍｙ ｈｏｌｌｏｗ ｅｙｅｓ 】

I sighed, another day in a gloomy city, another day closer to the end. I know what you're thinking right now, either that or you've already guessed, what is the end? The truth is, there is no end, it just seemed like an 'end' in our words, it is the same as the beginning. In fact, everything is empty. Body is nothing more than emptiness, emptiness is nothing more than body. The body is exactly empty, and emptiness is exactly body. The other four aspects of human existence –feeling, thought, will, and consciousness –are likewise nothing more than emptiness, and emptiness nothing more than they. All things are empty: Nothing is born, nothing dies, nothing is pure, nothing is stained, nothing increases and nothing decreases.

So, in emptiness, there is no body, no feeling, no thought, no will, no consciousness. There are no eyes, no ears, no nose, no tongue, no body, no mind. There is no seeing, no hearing, no smelling, no tasting, no touching, no imagining. There is nothing seen, nor heard, nor smelled, nor tasted, nor touched, nor imagined. There is no ignorance, and no end to ignorance. There is no old age and death, and no end to old age and death. There is no suffering, no cause of suffering, no end to suffering, no path to follow. There is no attainment of wisdom, and no wisdom to attain.

It may all seem confusing, with all the repetitions, the complex analogy of it to what we are used to knowing, but you'll get it one day, no matter how many life times, we all just want to be free from this emptiness.

Mao's Perfect World [AKA Preferences]

Ｔｉｄｂｉｔ Ｔｒｉｖｉａ

✿ Mao's interests include Renaissance art, paleontology, goldfish and teddy bears.
✄ Mao is paranoid and whiny
♪ Mao's skills include heavy lifting, singing and knot-tying.
★ Mao believes in fantasy creatures
⚛ Mao compulsively counts things.
❤ Mao has a flirtatious disposition.
♛ Mao wants to establish a country.

[indebted]

Username: Yo! I'm antiquaries and I'm a non owner <3

Note: All art is mine. However, in my extra writing, I use "Disappear" lyrics a lot.
All the dialogue is pure lyrics, and not mine! uwu

Plumerian's name: Alette
Gender: Cisgender Female
Five Word Personality: "I...I can't. I'm sorry."
Theme Song: "Disappear" by the Gabe Dixon Band

Alette. a-let-te, al-e-tte
A Germanic or Latin name.
✿ ✿ It means "little winged girl". How ironic. The little bird could,
but did not want to, fly.

Sometimes she dreams that she is standing there again at the border,
and this time, she smiles and runs across with him. But every
passing moment the dream becomes fuzzier and fuzzier once she wakes,
and even that is hard to salvage. Everything is broken, she whispers
to herself, as she did on that night. But all she did was step on the
cracks. She remembers the words he had spoken to her: "There's no
time for lies, there's no time for regret." Wistfully, in a haze of hopeful
nostalgia, she wishes with all her heart that she had not taken the time
to regret.

(quietly)
Alette: I didn't hear the angels singing that night. I'm sorry.
(silence)
Alette: I'm sorry!

Holding on to love. We can't give in, cause right or wrong,
we'll hear the angels' song! And lose our fear, and we'll disappear.
Yeah, we'll disappear. We just disappear. Yeah, we'll disappear.

"Can we disappear?"

Her quiet words, muffled by fear and concern, and most of all uncertainty.
They taint the purity on which their love is built. She is scared--frightened
--even though she knows the small town she lives in is a toxic environment.

Her beloved shakes his head, not to say no but to express his disbelief.
"There's no time for lies, there's no time for regret."

"Yeah," she whispers, and her voice is soft, gentle. As if she is afraid to
break what is already broken. Everything is broken. "We'll disappear. We
just disappear." She hangs her head. Here they stand, a step from freedom,
and she shakes her head, as if to imitate him. She shakes her head.

"Holding on to love. We can't give in!"

"Fall from view," she murmurs, and for a moment her lover thinks that perhaps
she has finally been convinced. But she does not take the step forward to
join him. Instead, she takes two small steps back, leaving him across the
border, and her behind. "Time makes me weak," she mumbles.

Her lover stares at her.

"I'll keep a watch when you sleep, and I won't stop believing."

She does not move forward. Again, she moves backward. Again, she shakes
her head. There is nothing left. There is nothing left. Everything is broken.
Her lover lets out a cry--and stays, stagnant. As if he thinks that time will
make her change her mind.

It is a pity how stubborn she has always been.

One more try, one more attempt. "We can't give in, because right or wrong,
we'll hear the angels' song."

She almost laughs then. If her experience in this terrible, terrible town has
taught her anything, it is that there are no angels. She stifles a sob and draws
back fearfully, as if she is afraid that if she stays there any longer some force
will draw her across the border. She shakes her head one final time, firmer
than the other two times, and she retreats. Her lover keeps staring.

And then he leaves. He has gone across the border, there is no other place for
him to go.

As soon as he is gone she weeps. What she has done echoes in her lonely mind.

But there is no changing what has already happened. She lifts her chin--if only
a little bit--and goes back to her home.

We've got love on our side
We're one step ahead
There's no time for lies
There's no time for regret

[elyx]

mmm marking this