[ doing the pangolin stance. ]

They should just make clothes that work no matter what.

I haven’t really done much clothes shopping, since it gets busy… but for what I do have, I do like!

[ (ง•̀o•́)ง!!! She’s planning so many ideas! ]

Do you like girls who can work both? ✨

[ someone’s learned to REALLY like themselves!! ]

Yes, Eve?

Let’s go gambling!

to get us addicted to gambling with you.

Who saved this tweet,

🍪

I’m sure whatever comes next, I hope it is much vexing! For you have inadvertently insulted something I quite care about. Boo to you, I say.

… do I really seem that human? I’m so happy.

[ an alfar loves mortals, but especially humans. she was never part of that collective. humans… what wonderful, fragile, and temporary beings.

gladiolu2 was born as mimameidr, and therefor couldn’t have ever been human. ]

[ “I have her face and a name, but I’m not her.”

Because by extracting that tree, G1adiolus knew she would die.

by being “born”, Gladiolu2 has sinned. ]

[ go into the woods to give the sapling the best chance to ever grow properly. G1adiolus knew she wouldn’t survive the process, and she wanted to give a precious little life the best chance she could manage.

That’s, what Gladiolu2 is. Hence her insistence on being someone else. ]

[ “i”, is used loosely, here. míma’s story begins with a dvergr named náinn, and how she became a corpseflower whose creation bound her to the task of taking care of yggdrasil. how a wayward sapling implanted in her then led G1adiolus to one day, ]

So Gladiolus is just fine, but… I know how much it means to you. You can just call me Míma, if that makes you feel better too.