#notjustanotherdiva

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notjustanotherdiva replied to your post: notjustanotherdiva answered your question: now...

i feel you. pretty much eighty percent of my muses on my multi muse are ‘under development’ AND FINDING THE RIGHT MUSE PAGE IS SO HARD but yours is gorgeous. =)

tbh i feel like it’ll be next year by the time i have everything finished and bios posted but aaaah you’re so sweet!! thank you so much okay, i’m glad someone likes it c:

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notjustanotherdiva answered your question: now that my new muse page is (mostly) up and...

ugh it’s so pretty

thank you!!! i actually spent a lot of time working on it (mostly because i’d quit after updating like, half of a character’s info) so i’m patting myself on the back for finishing. nvm that half of them have “tba” as their information

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notjustanotherdiva:

#WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS TO ME??/?

IT’S MY WAY OF SHOWING MY LOVE

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♡

done!

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T e x t; Ade

Kevin: How does the ring feel?

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notjustanotherdiva

“What are you doing here?!”

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notjustanotherdiva 

“I hope you don’t mind me dropping in. I just missed that beautiful face of yours. I was thinking that I would stick around until you closed up, and then maybe we could have a quiet night together. Just you and me. I don’t think we’ve had enough alone time as of late. I know we’re trying the whole dividing our time equally thing, but I just want you to myself, Ade. So tonight, you’re mine, I mean, if that’s what you want.”

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The one that's kind of canon.

Captain Noah Puckerman.  Yeah, he hadn't expected to actually be good at flying planes for the Air Force either, but now, almost six years after enlisting, he was a Captain, and led his own company of fighter jets.  It was kind of awesome.  He'd seen the world, and had just come back from his fourth tour of duty.  Thankfully, this mission hadn't been too dangerous, but still, the reason he was in New York rather than back in Lima was scarier than anything else.

Shelby Corcoran had died.  She'd gotten breast cancer three years ago, and two years ago it had spread.  She updated him regularly, mainly because she didn't have any significant others and he still tried to be a major part of his daughter's life.  He didn't have custody, but Shelby let him see her when he was in the country, and his girl was probably the most beautiful seven and a half year old he'd ever seen.  He had a picture of her in his wallet now, even, and tomorrow would, after burying Shelby, start the legal procedure to get custody of his daughter and keep her out of the foster care system.  She was in a home for right now, and despite Puck's attempts, he hadn't been able to spring her.  It was frustrating and he just needed to focus on something else right now.

Which is why he stood, in uniform, outside of the door to Rachel Berry's apartment.  He hadn't seen her in five years, and he'd had to do a lot of snooping to find out where she actually lived - on top of sneaking past the doorman to get in the elevator to her floor - but he was pretty sure she'd let him crash with her... well... indefinitely.  She had a show tonight.  He'd wanted to go, but he'd been with Beth until he'd been made to leave, so he waited instead, hoping that the Rachel Berry who had once taken a chance on him back in high school still actually cared.