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handsomedouble replied to your post:[[ sheepishly pokes head in when like no ones...

[[*Tackles* HELLO FRIEND! :D Did you forget the Australian is up and trolling about! MWYUHAHA

[[ I DID FORGET wtf omo9 damn u backwards future folks ]]

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[[ sheepishly pokes head in when like no ones awake haha hey

sry about. uh. disappearing and leaving threads danglin. iiiits been a weird few weeks as far as brain problems go so 6_9 gonna try and hit my rps up rnnn ]]

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[[ hiii ok i finished my term so i actually have time to have fun again (  ´ v ` ) / i'll be more active tomorrow/within the next few days bc i'm suuuuper fuckin tired... i'm p sure i've been up since tuesday afternoon..? this week has been a complete blur & i need a lil recoup time. EXCITED THO im gonna get to actually play the game again and throw these nerds into the rp-land mix ]]

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[[ ok so MINI HIATUS ("but skeg you dont even do anything anyways" shut up) bc its finals week and this is my last week of school and have no time for anything ever 6__9 see yalls next fri ]]

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Looks like Handsome Jack has taken over the @ECHOcasts Twitter.

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dad of the year award goes to kreuz "cross" mattius von paschendalle

[4:20:39 PM] CROSS V ANGRY @ LAZY ART: He lies to her a ton and tries to paint the picture that her mom just either died or left

[4:23:18 PM] tough guy gremlin: cross noooOOO YOURE MAKING EVERYTHING WORSE

[4:23:33 PM] tough guy gremlin: “how come she left???"

[4:23:50 PM] CROSS V ANGRY @ LAZY ART: "We don't know honey, she just did, please sit down."

[4:24:40 PM] tough guy gremlin: “nuh uh youre lying!! she wouldnt just leave with no reason!"

[4:26:14 PM] CROSS V ANGRY @ LAZY ART: "Darlin, she just left. I don't know why, she never told me. Now just.... please..."

[4:27:29 PM] tough guy gremlin: “SHE WOULDNT LEAVE WITHOUT SAYING NOTHIN!! how come you didnt leave huh! how come just she did!”

[4:28:41 PM] CROSS V ANGRY @ LAZY ART: "WONNE WE JUST DONT TALK ABOUT HER! Please.. I didn't mean to snap.. just sit.. sit down. ."

[4:29:40 PM] tough guy gremlin: just

[4:29:54 PM] tough guy gremlin: flops down in her seat w her cheeks puffed up and her eyes all teary

[4:31:12 PM] CROSS V ANGRY @ LAZY ART: "Aww baby please don't cry.. daddy didn't mean it.." bubububu

[4:31:34 PM] tough guy gremlin: sniffle

[4:32:19 PM] CROSS V ANGRY @ LAZY ART: Just cradles her and coos to her to calm her down

[4:33:29 PM] tough guy gremlin: lil gross baby tears on his nice expensive suit

[4:35:16 PM] CROSS V ANGRY @ LAZY ART: It's ok tho, he can get a new one

[4:35:20 PM] tough guy gremlin: :'3

[4:35:51 PM] tough guy gremlin: how hard would he cry if she just “did she leave because she didnt want to be a mommy anymore?? did you do something??? did i do something????”

[4:36:15 PM] CROSS V ANGRY @ LAZY ART: Rlly hard

[4:36:27 PM] CROSS V ANGRY @ LAZY ART: Tho it's just an act

[4:37:20 PM] tough guy gremlin: NUH

[4:37:31 PM] tough guy gremlin: boy this

[4:37:32 PM] tough guy gremlin: just

[4:37:43 PM] tough guy gremlin: makes the whole “finding out shes adopted” thing a few years later worse huh :)

[4:42:36 PM] CROSS V ANGRY @ LAZY ART: Yupppp

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[2:20:43 PM] CROSS V ANGRY @ LAZY ART: He's such an overbearing father tho, he rlly does love her even tho the means he used to get her were rlly twisted

[2:21:39 PM] tough guy gremlin: Q_Q

[2:23:50 PM] CROSS V ANGRY @ LAZY ART: At least cross didn't just go up and shoot them when emile protested

[2:23:57 PM] CROSS V ANGRY @ LAZY ART: He didn't wanna put wonne through that

[2:24:04 PM] tough guy gremlin: oh my god cross

[2:24:51 PM] tough guy gremlin: consoles himself w/ the fact that he wouldnt murder a childs parents in front of them unlike SOME PEOPLE

[2:25:00 PM] CROSS V ANGRY @ LAZY ART: Basically

[2:26:39 PM] tough guy gremlin: MY FAV PART THO IS HES LIKE “OH YOU DONT WANT TO PUT HER IN DANGER RIGHT” AND THEN JUST

[2:26:53 PM] tough guy gremlin: SHOVES HER AT PACKS OF BANDITS W/ DRUGS TAPED UNDER HER JACKET YEARS LATER

[2:28:23 PM] CROSS V ANGRY @ LAZY ART: A plus dad

[2:29:00 PM] CROSS V ANGRY @ LAZY ART: He only puts her out there tho cause she's the oonly person he trusts that much

[2:29:15 PM] tough guy gremlin: Great

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[3:59:28 PM] tough guy gremlin: cross goes back to pandora

[3:59:30 PM] tough guy gremlin: back to his home

[3:59:39 PM] tough guy gremlin: kicks down alfred's door DAD LOOK WHAT I FOUND

[4:00:25 PM] CROSS V ANGRY @ LAZY ART: Makes up some shit story about him rescuing her

[4:01:50 PM] tough guy gremlin: poor orphan baby on the streets of promethea

[4:03:39 PM] CROSS V ANGRY @ LAZY ART: Holds her up proudly and kisses her cheeks a lot

[4:03:56 PM] tough guy gremlin: omfg weh

[4:04:03 PM] tough guy gremlin: lets alfred hold her

[4:04:19 PM] CROSS V ANGRY @ LAZY ART: Awww

[4:04:21 PM] tough guy gremlin: she tries to pull on his beard or mustache or w/e

[4:05:04 PM] CROSS V ANGRY @ LAZY ART: Awww omg, ,, he chuckles and pets her hair and they both fawn over her

[4:05:12 PM] tough guy gremlin: qvq

[4:06:47 PM] CROSS V ANGRY @ LAZY ART: Cute lil babies

[4:06:49 PM] tough guy gremlin: its so sweet you almost forget she was PRETTY MUCH FUCKING KIDNAPPED

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Don't Chase the Rabbit [for whichever muse you're especially feelin' today]

"This is your baby?"

"She’s damn adorable, she got a name?"

"Yes, um, Wonne."

"Ooh… ‘n how old are ya, darlin’? You two seem mighty young for a kid!" Cross purses his lips, holding a gloved finger out to the squishy, brown, frizzy-haired lump curled up in the young woman’s arms. The baby gurgles and bats her chubby little hands at his, coaxing a smile on his taut, grey face. His focus on the wonderful bundle of joy is broken when the woman responds, "Sixteen."

"Sixteen! Sixteen?" He puts a hand to his chest, brows knitted in concern. "Sixteen… why, you’re just a baby yourself, ain’t you, miss! The both of you, in fact! That’s an awful lot of responsibility for someone so young.

Raisin’ these li’l rugrats is hard enough as it is, but boy howdy, on a hellhole like Promethea?” He tuts, then snaps his eyes back toward them again. “No offense, of course. M’sure y’all ‘re gonna do fine job with her. Lookit her already, heh! She’s a li’l angel, ain’t she? May I?”

It wasn’t so much a request to hold the baby as much as it was him slowly reaching out and cradling the swaddle in his hands as he spoke, leaving Catya a little confused as her baby girl sat in the arms of some stranger.

He smiles down at her, baby-talking and playing with the curls falling around her freckled face. “Lord, she really is an angel. …Your little angel. Ya must love her to bits, huh? Want the best for her, livin’ long an’ healthy—”

"W-well of course—"

"What’s your angle?" The young man finally speaks up, a scowl fixed on his face, looking like he’s ready to pounce if Cross makes any sudden movements.

Cross’ lips press into a thin line in annoyance for one moment, before his calm, reassuring grin returns. “My angle? Ain’t any angle, son. I just… I worry ‘bout the people of Promethea a whole helluva lot. Specially the real little younglings, you know, poor babies don’t deserve to go through this. Starvation, bandits, war… y’know. Ain’t right for a baby to be livin’ in so much danger.”

"I… well…—"

"I mean, ya’ll can hardly take care of yourselves—"

"We can take care of ourselves FINE—!"

The girl puts a hand on his shoulder and mumbles “Emil”, nudging him toward the little girl, still in Cross’ arms, a big fat frown on her face, wriggling, stressed and confused by the sudden yelling. Emil’s glare softens, and he clamps his mouth shut.

She then looks at Cross, and takes a sharp breath before she speaks, “…Um, continue, please…?”

Cross grins, almost sinister this time, rocking the tiny little bundle in his arms. “As I was sayin’… it ain’t right for a precious li’l thing like this to be forced into a life like… this. Why, where I’m from, there’s plentya clear skies an’ water ya don’t gotta boil five times over before it’s safe to drink. …She’d be a whole lot happier. Listen, I got my own business dealin’ medicine” drugs “to the good folks of Pandora, and, well…  

"What!"

"Emil."

"Catya!!"

“Emil.”

The man shakes his head again, smile relaxed, as if this were a silly minor misunderstanding. “…Listen. You’re both smart people, right? You want what’s best for her. Starvation and wild animals and black lung…” He pauses, relishing the sudden anxiety that forms on Emil’s face while he lets the baby girl in his arms gnaw on his gloves. “Ooooor… livin’ a good life, gettin’ herself educated, cared for, an’ loved like she were my own.”

The two are silent, and he sighs. “I know this is a tough decision, it ain’t easy givin’ up a child… but it’s easier ‘n seein’ somethin’ awful happen to her later just ‘cause her folks didn’t wanna say good bye, don’t ya think? And now I don’t mean to judge, but… it’s downright selfish, ain’t it? Puttin’ your pride over your li’l darlin’s well-bein’.”

At that, Emil winces, his indignant front gives way to guilt, and he stares at the cracked and dirty ground with a vague sense of shame; Catya grabs his hand, though hers are trembling terribly. 

The silence is unbearable, and just as Cross is about to lay on the guilt again, Catya steps forward, arms out. “Can w… Let. Let me hold her. Before you go.”

"Of course. She is your darlin’, after all."

The moment Catya finds her chlid in her arms again, the floodgates open, and she weeps, ugly, hushed, pained cries as she pulls her close, Emil enveloping her in his arms, trying to keep a stiff upper lip, but that doesn’t stop the tears from spilling quietly over the rim. Confused and frightened, the bushy-haired little girl wails, screeches, even as her mother kisses her head, as her father does, and continues as they whisper they love her when Cross takes her, shushing her sweetly, petting the curls on her head.

"It’s the best for her, ya know… ya’ll are makin’ the right choice, comfort yourselves with that," he reminds the young couple, flashing a somehow mocking smile as Emil rubs at his eyes and Catya hides her mouth behind her hands. And they nod, and Cross goes, whispering comforts to the weeping child once they’re far enough from her parents, pressing kisses to her head, murmuring her new name to himself.

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me: i love roleplaying

me: roleplaying is so fun

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[[ my tag is broken so heres a doodle of wonne reacting to cute girl ]]

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Send me "Don't chase the rabbit" and your muse will be shown a random memory from my muse's past.

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[[ bad things that could happen ]]

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[[ baby deer all growed up ]]

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Indie rp blog for Borderlands oc Cassiopeia. Please read rules and bio before rping M!a status:…

{I did the thing…*shamefully self promos*…I’ll just leave this here}

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[[ (＾ｰ^)ノ ]]

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[[ one day i'll actually be like. active for real on here.

school lets out in like 3 weeks for me so then i'll actually have time to play the game again and let back into the groove? \( ´ __ `    )/ ]]