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17, cis female. Brown hair, brown eyes. Fair skintone, a few freckles on my cheeks. Curvy body, large bust and hip size (hourglass figure, actually). Five foot six inches, often seen in hoodies and black boots and tight jeans. Likes to snuggle, RP, and read.
describe yourself on anon and I will say if I’d date you
FLIPS A TABLE, CURVY LADIES ARE MY FUCKING JAM AND WOW YOU’RE TALLER THAN ME, TOO JFC ,,,,,,,,i mean, you’re a lil young, but, dayum if i cared atm
im a 17 y/o trans boy with an undercut tbh. im kinda short and slightly chubby and have scars all over my arms from playing with my roommate's cat. i REALLY love cats iugnreubnrekr and i wear glasses all the time. i like wearing old tattered jackets that are too big and i spend pretty much all of my free time either roleplaying or drawing and painting or working on this game ive been making. i have rly messed up teeth and no one agrees on what color my eyes are
describe yourself on anon and I will say if I’d date you
aaaAAWWWWW you sound downright adorable, darlin’~!!! all these cat-loving, glasses-wearing cuties up in hurr i cannot ;; and tbh, if i wasn’t 210% gay as fuck i’d say yes in a heartbeat!
i am tol, i guess, i normally have brown hair but i like to dye it varying shades of red, ranging from obnoxious orange to really dark red, rn it's kind of just--faded red. i wear glasses, i have dark brown eyes, like grudge girl dark no joke i won't be surprised if u can't see my pupils. I have a mole over my lip and it's ok i guess, i think a model has the same thing??? idk. i really like cats, and soft music, and writing sad stuff, and baked goods god i love baked goods. i am female and 20 hi
describe yourself on anon and I will say if I’d date you
holy guacamole i’d date the fuck outta you lets goalso moles/freckles make me want to kiss the m im just so weak
i'm a smol dweeb girl (like five feet) and if i put effort into it my blonde hair looks good? i mean my hips are kinda crooked due to scoliosis but they don't lie i guess. my eyes are hazel and i like books n food n stuff??? i have never gotten a tattoo or piercing tho
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siGN ME THE FUCK U P, GOOD SHIT GOOOODDD SHHIITTT
Describe yourself on anon and I will say if I'd date you
starter call! length may vary
go to 00:40 and you’ll hear emilio’s voice a ha
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“ .....they’re wasabi ranch snapea crisps...what’s that look for ? have you ever TRIED them ? “
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❝ um … ah … yes? i mean - i guess it sort of depends. my paintings, like full-fledged canvas stuff, are pretty expensive but, i think i could do commissions. i haven’t before, honestly i might have to google it but, i could definitely. ❞
“ i’m not looking for anything too extravagant, ragazzo, just ......simple. nothing bigger than a simple piece of paper. if it is not too much trouble, may i have a scenic picture ? something... peaceful & quiet. a sunset or sunrise. would that be possible ? “
Childhood
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before his mother became ill, emilio was a relatively happy child. he didn’t fit in at school very much, nor did he get along with most other kids, mainly due to the fact that he was several grades smarter than them ;; even at such a young age, emilio loved tinkering with things and playing with old toys, so he didn’t much care that he had no friends at school, because he was perfectly happy with the mechanical companions at home.
however, when emilio’s mother’s condition worsened and she died just before his eighth birthday, something changed inside of him. he drew into himself, became terribly reserved and stubborn, and his father wasn’t exactly any help. to emilio, his mother had been the closest person to him, his bestest friend, the only person he could avidly go to and show off his inventions. she was very, very important to him. but without her in his life suddenly, he didn’t know what to do with himself. his father thought nothing of it, and instead spent his grieving at work, instead of with his son.
emilio found himself having bitter, reserved feelings for his father over time. the man left the raising of emilio to the maids or paid nannies, and emilio never opened up to any of them ;; there were often times where he got into verbal arguments with them over the silliest of things, especially when he did bad things just to make them mad, as his childish way of getting back at not only them but also his father.
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READY? AND SCENE! | ACCEPTING
Arthur thought for a moment..OH! He knew. He perked up and lightlytouched Emilio on the chest, then finger-spelled his name. He thought of the perfect name sign for his new friend and was excited to show him. To start, he held the sign for the letter “E” up, pointed his index finger in the center of his palm, circled around his palm once, then tapped on his wrist twice. “Clock” with an “e” in place of the open palm. Fitting, Arthur thought.
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Signore; It was Italian, one of the languages that Atlas had taken time to learn. Shuffling closer to where the owner of the shop stood, the smaller of the two stared up at the clocks. He turned his head to look at Emilio. The words flowed easily off his tongue, though he spoke slowly, recalling the language. His accent wasn’t very good, but the words were clear.
“Che cosa mi consiglia? Io non sono molto esigente.”
truth be told, emilio was caught quite off guard ;; he never expected to be spoken to in his own language, mainly because...well, it didn’t happen very often. not many people just KNEW italian. & it was spoken quite well, too. honestly, emilio couldn’t help but stare in awe at this stranger, before letting the tiniest of smiles grace his features.
“ hmm...che dire di un orologio mongolfiera ? molto antico, cos- truito intorno alla fine del 1800 . “
he says easily, feeling particularly at ease as he speaks, gesturing to the type of clock suggested, carefully taking it off the shelf to show to the other.
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“Sorry, but–do you have any small clocks? I just need something to fit on a bedside table.” Bag heavy eyes blinked slowly from behind foggy lenses. It was raining outside, judging by his wet jacket and the umbrella at his side. Atlas had realized he’d been going without any way of telling the time in his bedroom for too long, causing him to get up at erratic times.
“ of COURSE i do, signore. what kind are you looking for ? there are several different kinds to pick from. “
emilio glanced at the customer, coming from around the counter & walking over to one of many high shelves, showing off some of the clocks he had to offer.
* @hisperseverance approached
“ dio mio --- ! are you okay ? you need to be careful ! “
