Smells Like Teen Spirit

I used to be a little boy... So old in my shoes. And what I choose is my choice, What's a boy supposed to do? tag: twinkletoedgentleman Independent FFXIV RP blog for Emmanellain de Fortemps Written by Kevin

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[outlawjunky-a]

everyone needs a friend that’ll always be along for a ride, whether it’s arguing about who’s a liar or going to the moon. …or arguing about who’s a liar on the moon.

(harry hasn’t made it to the moon yet, but he’s game.)

independent ffxiv non-wol (right now) oc rp blog written by kevin always looking for fresh faces. crossovers welcome, pre-established relationships welcome.

[twinkletoedgentleman]

He cannot recall the last time he made anyone proud. He tries not to let it get to him, and yet...

Off to the taverns, the lovelyfolk await!

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Screaming inside.

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edmont: what do you have there, emmanellain?

emmanellain: a knife!

edmont: NO-

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...need to finish emma’s icons. someday. :|

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yay i have my harry boy on a blog once again.

[twinkletoedgentleman]

He panicked.

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Doing a sulk.

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valebatcattus​:

“Moon Keepers don’t actually do the wedding thing,” she answered, already dreading the entire thing. “Not usually, anyway. Men in small doses and what not.” She didn’t think Sun Seekers did either, but she wasn’t completely sure on that. Her parents hadn’t been married, but given her father had been a Sun Seeker she couldn’t say if that had been because neither culture married often, or if he’d simply been indulging her mother.

“You do realize I’m probably going to be gone most of the time?”

“Oh.” Blessedly, silence befell Emmanellain as he absorbed the information, his lips pressing together in thought. Then he waved her away. “There need be no wedding, if you’d rather not.” He, himself, could take or leave the pomp and ceremony.

“And you’ll find me to be quite capable of entertaining myself in your absence.” Possibly this whole...being wedded thing might get him out of certain other responsibilities, in fact. Or so he had hope.

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valebatcattus​:

“You can manage being a husband?” she countered, raising an eyebrow at him. It shouldn’t be too strenuous even for him, she supposed. And Count Edmont didn’t seem too bothered by the knowledge that she’d likely not even be around most of the time, given how often the Scions called on her to come solve this or that problem.

Honestly, why he’d even thought she of all people would be a good plan… 

“Oh, this means a wedding doesn’t it? Seven hells.”

The sheer offense he displayed would have been comical were it not absolutely genuine. A hand went to his heart as if he had just been mortally wounded.

“Of course I can manage being a husband!” he protested. “I do know manners!” Because manners were all that were important, bless Emmanellain’s heart.

“And here I was of the assumption that women dreamed of their wedding days, yet here you seem less than enthused...” Mouth, enjoy the taste of foot.

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am i making icons in ms paint 3d? i am making icons in ms paint 3d. i have nothing else sobs.

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valebatcattus​:

@twinkletoedgentleman why would edmont do this to me

“Absolutely not,” Lumi stated flatly, staring between Count Edmont and his son before sighing. “I can not believe–oh, I suppose.”

It wasn’t like he’d be terrible, he was just… ‘an idiot’ was probably putting it kindly. At least asking her to marry him for his own protection made sense, she supposed. He was liable to get murdered otherwise.

“Yes, fine.”

As if Emmanellain liked the idea any more than she did! Yet his life was ever at the whims of others who knew better than he did, or some such nonsense. While Lumi protested then gave in, the youngest of the de Fortemps clan looked...quite suitably sullen. Sulky, even.

Why was he sulky? Certainly not because he was being arranged to marry someone, though that was part of it. No, it was because she protested it! As if he was a terrible catch!

A huff. He thought that he would make a quite fine husband, himself...

“No need to sound so displeased.” At least Father seemed pleased by his decision, if a little weary from his beloved son’s endless shenanigans.

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I say, old pal!

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valebatcattus​:

A headpat. “Good boy.” She’ll buy him lunch as a reward. “Up you get.” Now… where to find a good food stall.

Never has he endured such indignity in his life. How he suffers! Begrudgingly rises to his feet, dusting himself off. “Hmph.”

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valebatcattus​:

She releases him finally. “Cease.” Only when they’re injured in a tragic accident or heroic sacrifice! Not when they were mauled by a catgirl for showing ankles.

Oh, is he tempted...But he ceases, because he is frankly tired of being mauled, be they catgirls or wolves or elder brothers. “I have ceased.” Though his fingers itch to hike up his pantsleg just a little.