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❛ You---- you’re all grown up. ❜ that is all he manages to mutter -- & he feels stupid right afterwards. The comment, although genuine, does not convey the string of emotions he is feeling: regret, sadness, defeat; but also surprise, happiness, a heartwarming sensation. But she HATES him, doesn’t she? She probably does.
@allwounds // STARTER CALL
am i making a new starter call? I AM making a new starter call. you know the deal uwù
i want to make a promo but i don’t know what pics to use wtf
❛ Look at you, all grown up... ❜ he was smiling, but you could sense a melancholic tone in his voice. He wanted to see her becoming the woman he was looking at -- he wanted to be there for her, be the “counseling” uncle he was meant to be. But life led them to much DIFFERENT directions. ❛ How---- how are you? & your mother? ❜
@allwounds // CURT MEGA ❪SC❫
In a universe where everyone is born with numbers on their wrists counting down to when they’ll meet their soulmate, send me 00:00:00 for my muses reaction to their numbers hitting zero when they meet yours.
i just realized i didn’t add a character i intended to add to this multi... well done, brain *sarcastic clap*
me: remaking the almost exact replica of the other multi’s icon style because i’m lazy and i follow my own trends wtf
i like how my muses’ page is turning out to be, but i need a fucking break from coding, so maybe like this for a starter? as many muses as you want, just specify them uwù
please, ignore this post as it’s only pics for the muses page !
*comes back on this blog a billion years later* let’s finally finish pagesss !!
ɪᴅ: ᴛᴀᴢ.
she had no time to appreciate the fact that there was slight improvement in the very least – tootsie was no longer calling her sir. but, part of her wanted to leave him to his own devices – let naivety sort itself out. mind you – that was a very large part of her who wanted to do so. but, even so, she sighed heavily, her lip curling up into a mild snarl, “estúpido , you’re aiming it the wrong way. you’re gonna shoot your own dead god damn brains out – if there are any to shoot out. “ who’s bright idea was it to give him a zapper, anyway?
An exaggerated big pout formed on the Ranger’s lips, as he received the correction. Hours & hours of practicing for WHAT? He didn’t know what an “ estúpido “ was... But certainly not a nice alien of any sort. ❛ I’m sorry, ma’am. I’m doing my BEST. ❜ with that whiny voice filled with tears, Tootsie put down his zapper ❪almost pulling the unsecured trigger, I might add... Dead god knew how that poor guy was still alive !!❫ & looked away from the woman, ashamed of his previous, UNFOUNDED enthusiasm.
It had been a couple of days since he had come back to his mother’s. It had been a couple of days since he had found out that she “ adopted “ someone else... He hadn’t talked to Emilie or her children yet. What was there to say? He didn’t know how to approach her, how to even greet her. Formally or informally? Should’ve he asked her how she was feeling or not? His mother kind of gave him a heads up about her situation, but... It wasn’t certainly ALL that there was to say. But he had to try, right? ❛ Sooo---- roomie. ❜ he stopped. It was like his tongue got stuck under his palate. Oh well, it was still some sort of BEGINNING.
@traumabcrn // starter call
❛ I think I’m starting to understand how to use the zapper, ma’am ! Look... ❜ with one clumsy move, Tootsie took the weapon out of his belt & motioned into pointing it to the wall behind his superior---- just that he was actually pointing at HIMSELF. ❛ See? I’ve improved a lot. ❜
@fightfaiir // starter call
ɪᴅ: ᴇᴍɪʟɪᴇ ʙʀᴇᴄᴋ.
they’ve been together for a while now, two years— three years? she’s not sure anymore, but it’s not like it really matters. it matters more that she loves him, even if they’re likely coming closer to the inevitable end of their relationship. it’s nothing she’s happy about, in fact she’s been dreading it since they returned from christmas break— but she knows they’ve got a few weeks left. it’s enough. enough to enjoy the best times of her life with the best man she’s ever known until he’s finally deployed. A REAL STARSHIP RANGER. dead god knows she couldn’t be more proud.
and then he’s got something to do, and she’s so very confused, the expression shifting as he kneels down. did he forget to tie his boot? that would be a very tootsie thing to do. so simple, so sweet, not a single mean bone in his body. he’s fumbling for something in his pocket, only serving to further her confusion and she almost asks him what’s happening until he manages to pull out that box and he isn’t— he can’t be— but OH he is. breath catches in her throat and it’s the most beautiful thing she’s ever seen, hand pressing over her mouth, and her eyes are suddenly wet. so very wet with tears of pure HAPPINESS when he says those words and those butterflies in her stomach lurch and flutter violently in reaction.
❝ oh… oh my dead god… i… ❞ now it’s her turn to take a deep breath. ❝ —YES. dead god yes i will marry you tootsie! ❞
It seems like ages has passed, before she answers. & he can finally breathe again! He promptly gets on his feet, wrapping her small figure with his arms. He doesn’t hold too tight, though: never in his life wants he to hurt her, so he’d always touch her gently, as if she’s a delicate FLOWER. But she is, isn’t she? Especially if her eyes fills with tears, like dew on petals. & especially if those tears are JOYFUL.
The following seconds are a blur. He laughs, he cries, he picks her up & they spin around. Happiness fills those moments. ❛ I promise you, ❜ he starts, putting her down, hands cupping her face. ❛ That I’ll do my best to make you happy. ALWAYS. ❜
A smile forms on his lips right after he has pronounced the words. Tootsie can’t help but feel thrilled: she said yes!! The future is holding so much for them, he can tell; he is about to become a proper Starship Ranger, he’s about to go on his first mission... But everything is fine, everything will be fine. Hell, everything is simply wonderful, while he’s holding her in his arms. &, just like that, he kisses her ever so sweetly, like he always does -- like she deserves to be kissed.
❛ I need to do something... & I need to do it now, or I’ll probably lose the courage I’ve gathered in the past few hours. ❜ he took a deep breath, then another & finally a last one. He’d been thinking about it for weeks now: the words he would have used, how he would have taken the small box out of his pocket... Hell, he even thought of how to react accordingly to her response! He prepared & prepared, & now there he was, ready to make the BIG STEP.
Getting on one knee, Tootsie produced the box from the pocket of his jacket -- not without some “hitch”: the object, of course, had to get stuck in the “meanders” of the pocket, making it hard to get it out. When that was finally over, he slowly opened it, showing a simple, yet beautiful ring, a diamond sparkling in the middle. Again, he had to take another couple of deep breaths, before posing the question.
❛ Emilie Rosemarie Breck. Will you---- will you MARRY me? ❜
@fugitivis // oops! my hand slipped uwù
She couldn’t bear to look. After all, in front of her was the woman who changed everything, the last straw to all the wrongs Owen did to her. Caroline had read the pamphlet once, twice, a hundred times since HE published it... Now everybody knew -- now she knew. The hurt, the betrayal, the embarassment. Caroline Carvour: the cuckquean. The word had already started to spread, rumors blazing as a fire freshly set in the thickest of woods.
Eyes locked on the floor, she didn’t even know how to start a conversation with that woman. Hell, she wasn’t even sure if she wanted to start a conversation with her at all! She was BURNING inside from all the emotions that she was trying so hard to suppress.
Wasn’t it enough? Wasn’t she enough?
It was as if the smell of smoke of her burning letters was still in her nose: her eyes began to water, her nose cringed. Go back, don’t show. She cleared her throat, finally glancing up at the other woman’s facial features, displaying a strenght she didn’t have.
❛ ------------ Emilie Breck, I assume. ❜
@fugitivis // hamilton au yayyyyyy!!
