‘’ why do you lead everyone to believe you’re a BOY ?? ‘’
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‘’ why do you lead everyone to believe you’re a BOY ?? ‘’
who is she? || 1550 || ground rules.
new kid has her own blog !! which i’m sure must be good news for some who’s tired of the sp content. apologies for the spam! New Kid’s over here now <3
Symbol starters: Nap Edition
💆- Your muse falls asleep while mine is petting/massaging them. 👏- Your muse is napping when mine decides to suddenly wake them up! 🦊- Your muse finds mine snuggling with a stuffed toy in their sleep! 🏥- Your muse visits my bedridden muse at the hospital.. 🤠- Your muse falls asleep while watching TV/ a movie 🦐- Your muse finds mine napping off a large meal/feast 🚗- Your muse falls asleep in the car/bus 🎼- Your muse finds mine asleep after listening to some soft music 🥇- Your muse finds mine asleep after a long day of play/sports 🛏- Your muse finds my muse napping in their bed 🛋- Your muse finds mine napping on the couch 🚪- Your muse finds mine napping on the floor 🛒- Your muse finds mine napping in an unusual spot…
“What is this?”
Send “What is this?” for your muse to find something personal that belongs to my muse.
// (x)
she turns from the overflowing laundry basket to stan picking up something worn, chocolate brown now fad -ed to an old cream colour and only one eye remaine- d. a teddy bear? the new kid joins stan’s side, her gaze also falling onto the old teddy bear in his hand. it looked so old, beaten up from years of handling... and yet she couldn’t recall a single day she even held the thing since moving here. had it simply not been unboxed? or her simply lost amo -ng the laundry? that could explain it’s condition... but t- he deep, purple stain on it’s belly said otherwise -- it loo ked like something from a juicebox.
her head tilts and she reaches down to take it from stan’s grasp and into her own, both hands holding the bear that looked as if it would fall apart in her very hands if held the wrong way. her eyes remained on the bear, looking almos -t... intense, as if searching her brain for any memory of t- he times she once had, but as always. she hit a wall. BLA -NK. and just like that, she hands the bear back to stan a- nd turns back towards the basket, resuming her search for something to create a whole new outfit -- cartman mention- ed something about space and aliens?
Send “What is this?” for your muse to find something personal that belongs to my muse
"Hey sweetie. How are you feeling?" Kelly said, carrying a blanket and a hot water bottle. She really didn't like seeing her child sick, especially in the middle of winter. Bundled like a burrito on the couch watching television was probably a good way to spend a sick day for most people. Regardless, she caught sight of the shivering bundle of blankets and tucked the hot water bottle within them, wrapping her daughter up further in the blanket. "Do you want mommy to make you something to eat?"
Send me messages as one of my muse’s parents.
// (x)
‘why, this man has been murdered, philip!’ ‘quite so terrance, and they’ve left an substantial amount of evidence here.’ ‘where?’ ‘down at the torso!’ ‘but i don’t see anything!’ ‘come closer... closeeeer.’ --PFFT.
what would leave any other ( normal ) child busting a gut over, the new kid simply stares at the tv screen with half-lidded eyes until mom entered carrying a hot blanket, fr- esh from the dryer. luckily kelly was able to catch the new kid in one moments of wake, ever since she had come down with a cold, she found herself in and out of stupor. the day before was practically a blur but she did recall coming home, drench -ed in rainwater and c a k e d in mud -- her feet practically d- ragged behind as she walked home and opened the door to h -er beloved arguing parents, her very appearance completely silenced whatever dispute they had been in and the energy fu -eled up like a coal man in a steam train now turnws to their child. her mom stepped forward, a finger waggling and tone re -maining raised about ruining her new shoes and how she bet- ter not track mud through the house after she recently shampo -oed it ( again ) but her huff were silenced yet again when her scolding was interrupted by a sneeze. a swab of a heavy, wet sleeve across her face revealed flushing cheeks...
but even though she was swaddled up as if she was ready to be served at freeman’s taco’s. the chill still nipped at her olive flesh and she welcomed the newly placed hot water bottle tha -t now found itself cupped into her chest. she SNIFFS, eyes l- ifting as she felt her mother’s fingers brush her chopped fringe from her eyes and flattens her palm into her hot forehead. her cool palm was a welcome moment of relief, enough to make h -er eyes droop heavily. in the midst of her sneezing, climb and fall of temperature as well as the battle to keep herself nodding off that very second again, food was the last thing on her mind.
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out of her parents. the new kid would turn to kelly in most situations, especially comfort wise.
Reblog if I'm allowed to send you in character asks even if we have never talked before.
Send "You're mine now, do you understand?" For my muse to be yours' brainwashed servant.
Alternatively, send “Yes, master.” For your muse to be mine’s!
sorry for lack of replies! will get to them tomorrow, i’ve returned back to work and getting back into the groove.
Send “I’m cold” to curl up under a blanket with mine.
"Sweetie, why didn't you eat your dinner? Mommy put it down on the table for you..."
Send me messages as one of my muse’s parents.
// (x)
she turns around to face her mother who judging by the growing pink tint on her cheeks was on her way to a night of a drunken h -aze ( or perhaps it was simply her getting ‘something in her eye’ again ). despite the request, she didn’t budge... instead, her gaz -e merely falls to her feet as if anchors weighed her pupils down. she didn’t want to eat, nor did she find herself hungry despite the full day of ‘superheroes’. as the evenings dragged, she found he- rself touching her food less and less until she merely sees the pla -te... and ignores it all together. she should of know that wouldn’t of gone unnoticed.even amidst their highs, there wwas more to their obsession with her eating dinner than simply getting her five-a-day than her parents are let -ting on.
Send me messages as one of my muse's parents.
Sneaks up behind the New Kid, and grabs her by the shoulders. "Hey, New Kid!"
the surprise jumped her form, she hadn’t heard him coming and what normal person would of done was gentl -y pat their chest to reassure their frazzled heart but inste- ad -- she found herself suddenly clutching her gut, her us -ually calm face twisting painfully. of course, she was no normal person.
the sudden fright startling something else and seconds after Stan’s hand grabbed at her shoulders, she let on -e r i p.
Nightmares
“Did you have a nightmare?” “Would you sleep here, with me?” “It was just a dream” “I had a nightmare” “I’ll be here until you fall asleep” “Wake up” “Adults aren’t supposed to get nightmares” “I can’t sleep” “You’re dreaming” “I have nightmares” “Will you stay, until I fall asleep?” “It wasn’t real” “It’s not surprising that you have nightmares” “I had a bad dream” “It’s the same every time I close my eyes” “I’ll have nightmares for months” “I have these dreams” “This is a nightmare” “I woke up terrified” “This is going to be a nightmare” “I’m scared to go to sleep” “You’re a nightmare” “Do you want to sleep here?” “What are your nightmares about?”