💐👀❓ about Emala please! I absolutely love her!!!! 💜💜💜
HELLO MY LOVE THANK U SO MUCH FOR ASKIN!! 💜💜💜
💐 Does your OC like flowers? What are their favourites? Do they keep a garden of some sort? What flowers would they use in a flower crown? (and if you like, research the meanings behind those flowers!)
Emala loves flowers. Would die for flowers. Would cross a war zone for flowers. She loves plants in general, but there’s just something about plants with flowers, especially since when they bloom it’s like a little ‘thank you for taking care of me!!’ Mala might be a Slytherin but she is ALL HUFFLEPUFF when it comes to plants lmao Her all-time favourite is lavender, she loves how they look, the colour is her favourite, and the smell is just so nice and calming. Some other favourites are forget-me-nots, orchids, daisies, tansy, and she genuinely loves dandelions (especially when they poke through the cracks in the pavement, she thinks that’s so hopeful and sweet.)
Fun fact: roses are some of her least favourite flowers, and she’s always giving Mars Disapproving Wrinkled-Nosed Looks because he always smells like roses. XD
👀 Describe your OC through the eyes of another person! (bonus + specify who) + ❓ A random fact or short drabble! Or make up your own question to ask the OC!
I’mma do it with Ben because 👏 Ben 👏 Loves👏 His👏 Little👏 Sister👏 So👏 Much👏 not to say the others don’t also love her just as much but, y’know. This kinda ended up being both. XD But also a random fact about her is that her favourite item of clothing is a knitted yellow poncho :D
‘We’re all supposed to be unchangeable, how can she have changed so much?
The thought circles in my mind, turning and over like a leaf in the wind. She used to be so... pure, so hopeful. She still is, but it’s so different now. Faint lines crop up at the corners of her mouth when she frowns, around her eyes when she smiles and means it. Her violet eyes seem a shade darker and fathoms deeper. Her posture is still impeccable, but her shoulders do droop when she thinks nobody is watching. Flyaway hairs float into her eyes, being puffed back every so often absentmindedly. I watch as she makes her way quickly and efficiently through her apartment with the little metal watering can, checking on her plants for the night, humming to herself and completely focused on the task. I never understood how she could be so driven and single-minded without hurting others as she went. It’s not that she can’t, I’ve seen her pushed beyond her limits and I know she is more than capable of protecting herself, but that it’s an instinct, a part of who she is. Care, consideration, gentleness, it all comes so naturally to her, as simple as breathing.
“Do I have something on my face?” she says lightly as she walks by, tapping the watering can against my shoulder.
“Oh. Sorry.” I pause. “You know I’m proud of you.”
She raises her eyebrows. “Yes.”
“Hm, no. I only remember you saying it.... ten times in the past week? Maybe twenty. Thirty?”
“Okay, okay,” I say with a smile. “Is that fern new?”
I laugh, I can’t help myself. “His name is Rupert?”
“Shut up!” she frowns, waving the watering can at me threateningly. “Come and say hello, they all like you.”
“Okay, I’m coming.” I set the books I brought for her down carefully on the table and go over to kiss her forehead.
“Ben,” she says, voice muffled by my shirt.
“Fine.” I wait a beat, then lean in and say “love you, proud of you” and hurry over to Rupert before she really can turn the watering can into a surely very deadly weapon.’
send me symbols for my OCs?