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MEANIE // 👑

IT DIDN’T TAKE LONG TO BECOME SOBER, a bit more rational after a drunken rage.  Our hound huffed, unimpressed; life always had complications  &   odds were always stacked against his favour.  He’d spend an entire afternoon to reflect on that, particularly so after losing a warhorse which had been awarded to him for a particularly hard task.  Dormant eyes gallantly took a view of a far distant plane, far away, if only he could live in a place where life could be easier —- then again, not clashing blades would eventually become dull.  

❝ Tsk.❞  He’d noticed now, she was still yapping about it ??  Jesus, what was her problem ??  In an instant, he’d taken a turn, better to acquaint with this shorter miniature of a gremlin.  Not much taller than him, if at all  &  that gave a sense of superiority to the angered swordsman. Bringing a hand closer  &  closer, an index flung and smashed rather carelessly against the child’s forehead as a warning.  ❝ What the hell do you still want from me? ❞

     THERE WASN’T MUCH reason as to why she continued to follow him, and continued to nag to a person she didn’t know. she was so overflown with anger and upset that she could possibly be the blame for ANYTHING. emily was sure to set him straight, to tell him that corvo would beat him up and that SHE was an empress and--

          ‘ ow !! ’  it happened just as soon as she took a breath to tell him off again, dainty hands quickly cover her forehead, and her mind was scrambled because of HIM. cheeks puffing up in a pout, she glared at him. why, if corvo was here, then, then-- nothing. he wasn’t there, she’d lost him, and it made her feel scared, not knowing where he was, and angry that he wasn’t there to demand him to cut off the boys’ fingers. though she doubted he would.  ‘ i don’t want anything from you ! ’ ( i’m scared, )  ‘ i--i just want to help find the horse ! ’  ( i’m alone and i can’t find corvo, )  she would sooner cut out her tongue than admit she was frightened.

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STRANGER // 👑‌

     “ Eek! S-sorry! “ It’s so difficult to know just what would bother a kid, and Tem feels genuinely bad. The little bit of scare wears off fast, and she tries again, talking gently. “ I’m really sorry. I wasn’t trying to mishandle her! I’m a little clumsy. Can you just tell me about her instead? “

     emily remained silent, clutching the doll in a tight grip. had she deserved any information about it ?  emily thought, and pondered it.   ‘  fine.  ’   she grumbled. now holding up the little doll.   ‘  her name is mrs. pilsen-- as you might know.  and she is a very, very important figure. has many responsibilities.  ’   emily spoke entirely serious, with the expectation that the other would, too. 

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@batoushoujo seeks audience with the empress

     ‘  be careful with her--!! you’re holding her wrong !  ’   the little tyrant snatches away her doll that the other girl had been holding, and holds it close to her chest.  it was the only thing of value she had now, and was wary of any wrong coming to it.  ‘  you could BREAK her, and that would be very very bad !!  ’    (  especially for YOU  )

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STRANGER // 👑‌

@cruelheir / liked ✰!

     Tem does not feel she is very good with kids. At all. But she can’t just…leave her there. Like. Alone. Or whatever. “ H…hi there! Do you need some help, or anything? Are you maybe lost? “

     ‘  i am not lost,  ’  emily replies, bitterly, almost a snap at the person who’d thought it was wise to approach her. though the child was lying through her teeth.  ‘  i’m just exploring, that’s all.  ’   it was a half truth, the heiress started out with such an idea in mind, but she never wishes to sacrifice her ego to admit she’d done wrong.

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new starter call, feel free to like again if u liked my last one and still want a starter 😭

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you’ll now be burned at the stake for saying fuck

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STRANGER // 👑‌

HE SCOWLED, uncomfortable at the thought of being the culprit.  He hadn’t done anything, SHE had started it all.  If her nose weren’t so deep in his business, none of this would’ve happened to begin with.  What a bitch. He thought to himself, clearly annoyed with her defensive stance.  Our hound wasn’t prepared to beat up a child, not in a million years to come.  He had better things to sink his blade or his fist into, thus, calloused hands picked up a rucksack.  ❝ Whatever, you fucking brat. ❞  Oh, he was mad.  Guts’ rarely swore at anyone, let alone anything.  She must have burnt his fuse with a quickness never seen.  

Turning tail, he began to march away in an attempt to rediscover his fugitive horse.  He had a war to wage in a far land, he couldn’t afford to have a trek on foot, it would eviscerate his stamina — strength && all of the above. ❝ This is why I hate kids. ❞  Whilst he was once essentially, war && brutality had developed his mind into the state of an adult.  His resentment towards children was clear.  

     SHE WAS SILENCED for a moment, that he spoke to her in such a manner. it wasn’t as though she had never experienced someone treating her maliciously, nor had she never met a bitter person like him. it was the extent of how ANGRY he was at her, for something that she firmly knew wasn’t her fault. her shock shifts into a scowl, it WASN’T her fault, it wasn’t !  she knew it wasn’t. if he wasn’t so RUDE in the first place !  

     ‘  watch your mouth !  ’   was all she could manage to say, in the very moment, now that her own senses were being replaced with anger. though it was a chance she could hold herself far better than he. emily was following him now, her legs moved on her own, she only wanted to win the argument.  ‘  you’re not that much older than ME, i bet !  ’    in truth, he looked like he could snap her in half, but his face gave it away.  she wasn’t afraid, she’d learned that if someone truly wanted to do something, they’d do it. 

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stayed in colorado longer than i thought, but i’m home now!!!

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guess who is in colorado!!! me!! i’ll be back home tuesday, but back here wednesday, love u xoxo 

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"I don't have time to babysit."

     EMILY HUFFS WITH her hands on her hips, tapping her foot on the ground.  everyone had to assume things, people who only gave her a single glance and had already made an image of who she was in their head. she hated it. she hated people like that. she glares up at him, he reminds her of corvo, in a way. maybe it was just the way they both looked like they didn’t know what a hairbrush was. 

     ‘  i don’t NEED a babysitter.  ’    she retorts promptly, now crossing her arms.  ‘  you need to learn respect.  ’   ( before i have your tongue ripped out. )

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i made this for @todsengel but i want everyone to see it

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emily: says something uncalled for as children do sometimes eren ( @todsengel ): *taking off his gloves he didn’t know he had, getting ready to throw hands with a ten year old* what was that ??? is that how it is ?  this is the thanks i get ?? ??

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STRANGER // 👑

GODDAMNIT; why on EARTH was this girl acting so weird ?!  People just didn’t get a hint, our hound liked being alone.  His business was his business ALONE, someone always had to go ahead and stick their nose where they shouldn’t.  Scoffing && severing eye contact, he grunted and began to brush the horse’s rear a little harsher.  ❝  None of your business, just beat it ! ❞  Elevating a vexed tone of voice, in a sudden moment, our hound slightly hurt the horse’s skin, forcing it to burst its badly tied rope holding it and sprint off.  

❝ H – HEY, WAIT ! ❞   Caught off guard, there was no way in hell he’d catch up to a sprinting four-legged creature.  Then it dawned, this happened because of … her ?!  If only she didn’t interrupt him, he clicked his tongue and stared her way. ❝ Happy ! Look what you’ve done ! ❞

     SHE WATCHES AS the beast takes sprint, and she’s disappointed that she couldn’t pet it first, like she wanted to. emily watches on for a moment, until the accusations are thrown at her, putting her on the spotlight and at blame. the little one turns at him, glaring, as her defenses rose.    ‘  me ?!  ’   emily turns to fully face him, hands at her hips and foot stomping the ground.

    of course, she thought, if he hadn’t been so ABRASIVE, none of that wouldn’t have happened.   ‘  how is that MY fault ?  you were the one being mean to the horse !  ’   she retorted, stomping her foot on the ground again.   ‘  YOU made it run away !  not me !  ’   emily was pointing fingers now, at him.  maybe if he wasn’t so loud.

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i’m mcfuckin cryin @ my last post

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“You can’t change what your parents did, so stop making excuses for yourself.”

     THE  AIR  IS  stiff,  heavy,  a  clear  fog  coiled  ‘round  her  throat,  as  something  heavy  began  to  grow,  down  to  the  pit  of  her  stomach.  hot  like  a  fire,  a  flare,  a  boiling  pot  of  water.  her  fists  clench  and  unclench,  first  at  her  sides  and  up  to  her  chest  to  play  with  the  frills on  her  shawl.  emily  processes  his  words,  the  poison,  what  he  spits  when  he  snarls  and  bares  his  teeth.  when  he  hates  the  world  as  much  as  she  does.  what  is  nothing  but  his  own  observation,  his  own  cruel,  true  vision  of  her,  he  saw  her  down  to  the  bone,  to  her  angry  and  moldy  heart.

     her  lip  quivers,  only  slightly,  invisible.  and  up  they  turn  soon  in  a scowl,  nose wrinkling.   ‘  shut up.  ’    it comes as a short breath, her  own  drop of  poison.  the  little  beast  draws  back, and  rears  up  again.   ‘  SHUT UP--!! ’

     ‘  YOU  DON’T  KNOW  ANYTHING !  stop  acting  like  you  DO !   ’   he  is  nothing  but  ungrateful  scum,  wretched,  awful.   ‘  stop  it !  stop  looking  down  on  me ! just  shut  up !!  ’   (  STOP LOOKING AT ME, STOP LOOKING DOWN ON ME !!  ) her  hatred  surmounts  her,  it  devours  the  world  with  her  in  it.  I  CAN  HAVE  YOU  KILLED,  I  WANT  YOU DEAD  !!  the  wretched  brat  swings  her  arm,  so  hard  that  her  shoulder  pops.   ‘  YOU  WOULD  BE  DEAD  IF  NOT  FOR  ME,  ’   lies,  and  she  knows  it.  he never  needed  her.   ‘  i  could  leave  you  to  the  RATS,  and  NO  ONE  would  bat  an  eye !!  ’   she  is  deflecting.   ‘  no  one  would CARE,  ’   emily  feels  so  alone.  she  wants  to  wither  away. 

     her  legs  move  on  her  own,  and  she  strikes  him  in  the  stomach,  the  only  place  she  could  reach.  she  strikes  him  again,  and  again,  until  she  is  tired.  she  is  so  tired.  her  small  fingers  tighten  around  his  shirt.  she  wants  to  rest.   ‘  stop  looking  at  me  like  you’re  better.  like  you’re  ANY  BETTER  !!  ’   she  rests  her  head  on  his abdomen,  shaking.   ‘  you’re  NOT.  you’re  just  as  awful  as  i am, as everyone else !!  ’

     they  were  both  vile,  and  should  have  been  rid  of  so  long  ago.

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“You really have no idea what you’re doing, do you?”

“I don’t know why I believed you.”

“You have no idea how much I hate you.”

“You do realize they’ll never truly love you, right?” 

“You don’t really blame them for cheating on you, do you?”

“Yeah, but they never really loved you to begin with.”

“This tastes like garbage.”

“I could go with you, or I could swallow razor blades.” 

“Your parents have no idea who you are.”

“You sure as hell aren’t here on purpose.”

“Is it really much of a wonder why we broke up?” 

“I’ve always wondered what it would be like if you left.”

“They think you killed her.” // “They think you killed him.” 

“No amount of make up is going to help you right now.”

“I told him you ditched class to fuck your friend.”

“I hope alternate universe you gets hit by a bus.”

“You can’t change what your parents did, so stop making excuses for yourself.”

“Oh.. No, You look disgusting.” 

“Honestly I’d rather die in a fire.” 

“Your life makes Minions look like a masterpiece.”

“Have you ever heard of swimming with cinder blocks? It’s all the rage right now. You should try it sometime.” 

“You belong on the CW and that is so not a compliment.”

“Did you really think you were going to help the situation?” 

“When you say shit like that, it’s literally the reason we can’t be friends.”

“I liked you better when you acted like I actually mattered to you.” 

“Most people would have left you ages ago.”

“You’re the reason they’re dead.”

“You’re not worth the air.”

“You might still have a shot with the blind.”

“Stop fucking cornering me all the time. Haven’t you put it together yet?”

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“This tastes like garbage.” (( probably a bad happy meal lkdjfsd

“I honestly don’t care, Emily. You’ll take what you’re given or you’ll just not eat. Your choice. You think I’m made of money or something?” He huffed as he shuffled through the paper sack in order to pull out his own burger. The man rarely ate fast food but when he was on a job, well, beggars couldn’t be choosers.

      “Just eat the burger, kid. You’ll live.” 

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