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"Hush, Teddy bears don’t talk." She mumbled and pressed her face against her." Just make you feel better."
✦; Fussing some. "Emile, ow, you're squishing my fucking boob."

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starlit-raven replied to your post:
"Hush, Teddy bears don’t talk." She mumbled and pressed her face against her." Just make you feel better."
✦; Fussing some. "Emile, ow, you're squishing my fucking boob."
{sms} .. Oh, I think I got the wrong number. {sms} Sorry doll.
Marcel raised a brow as he did not recognize the number or the woman within the picture. But that did not stop him from having an appreciation for the subject of the images.
[text:] There is no need to apologize, I assure you.
[text:] This is actually a well appreciated surprise.
✦; "I need more tacos. Gimme."
Of course he couldn’t see her, she damned her shortness but he hit her first. “Well blippity bloop bloop to you too sir!”
Looking around, then... Down... He raised an eyebrow at the girl.
"Yeah. Perfect."
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Send me a ♫ and I’ll shuffle my music. For whatever song comes up first, I’ll write a short drabble about our muses inspired by that song, for the duration of the song. I must stop writing and post as soon as it ends, no matter where in the drabble I currently am.
”You were right,” Dani said hoarsely, gripping Naomi’s hand tightly. “I did all that I could in the time I was given. I just—…” She coughed, blood coming from her once peachy lips. “I did good with, didn’t I? Not bad—not bad for a stupid human, right? I don’t wanna die now, I wanna stay but I know I can’t.” Eyes whose stars were fading looked to the bag next to her. “I have a journal in that backpack and letters to everyone important to me. Could you give them to everyone when I’m—…” When she was dead. Danielle Mathers was dying in a bed, losing her glow like a light and rapidly. She wanted to rage against the night, to keep going, but she could do no more. It seemed her duty of loving everyone was over and now she was to go elsewhere—upstairs. “I just hope it doesn’t hurt,” she muttered. “And maybe Barachiel will be there or something.” She started to tear up, a little sob leaving her. “I’m gonna watch you guys though, okay? I won’t stop bugging you even when I’m—” Another sound of grief turned into a spasm of bloodied coughs that exhausted her. However, when she went quiet her final breath rolled out. Dani had passed.Les Miserables — Epilogue
starlit-raven replied to your post:-
shes watching the madness.
//she just knows she's not playing mother to someone that is nor her child.
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starlit-raven replied to your post:FMK : Dani, Damien, Dean
My Emile muse just went.” Daddy I don’t want her as my step mother, nope.”
//And El just went like "NOPE"