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"What are you doing put here?"

—{✧}; The scrawny little scavenger of a child peeked cautiously from behind a boulder, as uncertainty and trepidation shone in erratic glints of incandescent golden eyes. Magic of the defensive type stirred within her fingertips, eager to be released so that she could only just run away behind a screen of fog.

Run away, to be a l o n e again.

A high, breathy voice, accented by little mews and flute-like chimes, which in the future would become powerfully ethereal and silvery.

"I didn't have a choice." "I'm...I've been...waiting. For someone."

#ic #warriorprincesscupcake #reply

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Lumped these all together for ease of reblogging:

"My parents know."

"Don’t go."

"You’re under arrest."

"Make me."

"Kiss me you idiot."

"I didn’t do it."

"That isn’t mine."

"Marry me?"

"Truth hurts, don’t it?"

"Be mine."

"You owe me."

"Just relax."

"I already regret this."

"Where are my clothes?"

"You could have killed someone!"

"I think I broke it."

"Do you love me?"

"We need to talk."

"Never again."

"Do I know you?"

"How drunk are you right now?"

"Well that was unexpected."

"Have you ever even done this before?"

"I just want to cuddle."

"I can’t even look at you."

"What happened to you?"

"Don’t you dare."

"I missed you."

"This stays between us."

"I need a hug."

"I could kill you!"

"Kiss me."

"You’re so weird."

"Why are you wearing that?"

"You coward."

"You’re all out of ____."

"You. Come. Snuggle. NOW!"

"I think I��m forgetting something."

"This seems familiar."

"You lied to me!"

"Are you threatening me?"

"Is that my shirt?"

"Where did you find this?"

"Explain yourself."

"Where were you?"

"You drive me crazy!"

"I think I’m falling in love with you. "

"Are you even listening to me?"

"Just leave me alone."

"I need a drink."

"What were you thinking?"

"I dare you." or "I dare you to _____."

"I’m going to be sick."

"For you, I would _____"

"Just what did we do last night?"

"Give it back."

"I have to go."

"Shut up and listen."

"Do you remember this?"

"Want to hear a secret?"

"Take responsibility."

"Don’t look at me like that."

"Give me another chance."

"Don’t you dare come near me!"

"What the hell do you think you’re doing?"

"You mean everything to me."

"Why yes, I am as think as you drunk I am."

"What are you afraid of?"

"I miss you so very much."

"No, that can’t be my baby."

"Just five more minutes."

"No! You can’t die on me now!"

"That’s the cheesiest pickup line I’ve ever heard."

"Put. The. Weapon. Down."

"What are we doing here?"

"Do you trust me?"

"That sounds painful."

"Are you even listening to yourself?"

"I’m not speaking to you anymore."

"I can’t believe you missed that."

"That was a bad plan."

"That looked easier on TV."

"I’ve never heard that one before."

"I didn’t know you could do that."

Put one of these in my askbox to see how my Muse reacts.

#memes;#outoftreasure;#reblogs this here too because i can

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—{✧}; Asking for her identity was a mistake. Those large golden eyes blinked cautiously, as trepidation began to seep into her bones. Ever since that dreaded day where Dream Pirates had taken everything she loved, she was wary of strangers. Anybody could be a potential threat, anybody could be a Fearling spy waiting to snatch her away to "finish the job", so to speak.

He certainly didn't look like a Fearling or a Dream Pirate, not from what her books and scrolls told her. But that did not necessarily mean he was not corrupted by them. She would not be fooled by his innocent smile, his seemingly harmless rocking. Emily Jane Pitchiner prided herself on being a master trickster.

...She would not be out-tricked.

Curiosity, then, was replaced with a skittish paranoia, pushing her to take a step back from the elf with wide, heartbreakingly fearful eyes. Quickly, tendrils of golden light laced about her fingers, for she knew that if those creatures of the dark had gotten ahold of this elf, light would surely banish them. Her voice changed from quiet shyness, to now trembling braveness. There was hardly anything in this galaxy she disliked more than conflict.

"I-I am no one! No one, and nothing of interest!" "I should be asking you, who you are, strange creature!"

If she gave a squeal then he gave a yelp. Oh googies he’d hadn’t he? She had the wide eyes of a curious child seeing one of the strangest but not quite so terrifying things in the world. Which was good because that is what he usually got.

He could only give her a bright smile and make himself as small and innocent as possible, tucking his hands behind his back and rolling to and fro on the heels of his large feet.

”A hill?….”

His eyes wandered over in the direction she mentioned and he pursed his lips out lopsidedly in an ducky frown. He still didn’t know where he was. But at least he wasn’t alone.

“Thankees for tha hill direction! Es okies if I asks…who es juu?”

#ic #easterelf #evERYTHING I TOUCH TURNS TO ANGST EVEN WITH A FRIGGIN ELF OMG I'M SORRY

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—{✧}; She remained that limp pose, her neck craning backwards so that her head hung upside down and her hair fell in black waves of feather-soft raven beneath her. Occasionally she would kick a leg or wave an arm in a show of her disdain, but for the most part she was seemingly boneless. As fluid and easy-going as liquid water.

Her hands then, reached up to blindly search for her father's face, and ended up just gently mashing his nose into his face and squishing his cheeks together.

"I'm not thiiiiiiiiin!" she chirped indignantly. "I'm just...small-boned! And that hurt!"

She of course, retaliated by pinching him on the nose, before so went back to just being an Emily Jane-shaped doll in his arms.

"I don't feel hungry."

Kozmotis’s nose wrinkled.

His chin jutted.

"No. Noooo no. No ‘but daddies.’ No. No. No.”

A gently insistent baritone response to each of her whines, as the battle of strong wills commenced.

"You can take a shower and we will brush your hair. You smell like grass and dirt anyway, eh?"

A pearlescent grin then, made all the brighter by the olive tint of his skin and the dark circle of his five-o-clock shadow. And the towering, muscular general, clad in full military regalia of the crispest white—now grass-stained all down the front, of course—drew his tiny, squirming daughter into his arms.

"You. I’m here to play and tempt you to go inside and eat SOMEthing." He pinched her skinny arm. "You’re too thin. I worry, you know."

Do tell, Kozmotis.

#ic #guardianindarkness #such mature

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—{✧}; At the sound of the impish little creature, Emily Jane couldn't help but let out a quiet little squeal of surprise, instantly springing to her feet with the grace of a startled cat. She even looked the part. Wild black hair fluffed up tumultuously about her, golden eyes wide with pupils dilated.

She looked upon the elf with a bewildered, almost terrified expression for a few moments, before she slowly realized that he most likely was not there to hurt her. He spoke a bit strangely, but he was polite as ever. And she had never laid eyes on such a creature before.

...Call her curiosity sufficiently sparked.

And while it kept her from running away entirely, she was still a shy, reserved little girl. So her voice was meek as she answered him.

"...I know not exactly, for I am lost as well, but I live only just over the hill."

How do you even get to places? You walk, run, fly, get thrown, electricuted or sometimes fall into them in strange ways. Kind of like situations. But that was an elf thing. Doodle was used to getting there it was the being there part that he got severely lost at.

All he knew was that where he was had a slight breeze, lots of grass that smelled nice, maybe a wildflower or two and was pretty calm for the most part. The other part being the small child on her back making odd noises. He could or he couldn’t but he decided that he would.

With as little amount of jingling as the colorful elf could muster he scuttled over to her side and tapped her lightly on the ear.

”Scusees mees, Little Girlies but…where es wees?”

#ic #easterelf #// bless doodle omg he's so cute #// emjay's tempted to keep him as a pet tbh

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—{✧}; Emily Jane went comically limp in her father's arms, doing very poorly in terms of hiding a smugly impish smile on her lips as he snatched her up bodily from the cliff. It wasn't that she wanted to directly scare her father, it...!

Yes okay she wanted to scare him. Mama was right. He made the funniest faces when he was flustered. It made his big nose all wrinkly and his big chin jut forward. Little rings of quiet laughter escaped in delighted titters from those smiling lips, her tongue poking through sharp, crooked teeth.

When he gently scolded her, however, she covered her face with her hands however and continued to snicker quietly into them before she ultimately began to writhe in his hands like a restless, slippery kitten. She arched her back, kicked her legs, waved her arms, rolled about, but her father was obviously the strongest man she knew. She wasn't going anywhere. And here came the whining.

"But Dadddeeeeeeee!" "Helmets are hooooooot and make my hair go all flaaaaat."

Dramatically once more, she went limp, and just hung there like a rag doll in his arms.

Kozmotis Pitchiner galloped over to where his daughter precariously perched over a cliff, shedding all pretense of martial or aristocratic dignity in order to be the greatest title of all: daddy.

Since she had been able to stand vertically, it seemed his daughter had acquired a penchant for climbing to death-defying heights and loitering upon them with some unconscious need to give him premature cardiac arrest. The ferocious warrior famed across the cosmos for quelling droves of vicious, unconscionable Fearlings now trembled at the possibility of harm befalling Emily Jane.

He dove across the remaining six-foot expanse between them and landed hard on his stomach, seizing her tiny arms in a somewhat hilariously overcomplicated warrior maneuver.

SAFE.

"Emmy-Bud," the good general exclaimed in quiet firmness, with a comical expression of worried exasperation, "no helmet. No HELmet? What’s with that, huh? What’ve I told you about going high places without your helmet?"

It was their eternal gripe: a compromise between her not climbing anything at all perilously high, and doing so without any protection whatsoever. Her mother thought it hysterical. Kozmotis on the other hand was developing an acute ulcer. Indeed, most of his clammiest nightmares involved Emily Jane lying at his feet with a split-open skull: not the horrors of war that he’d witnessed in droves.

It all came down to his priorities: family first. Protect the roost. Defend your loved ones at all costs. And Kozmotis was nothing short of neurotic in this capacity. He truly struggled not to be overbearing. In fact, most of the time he looked indulgently the other way when Emily Jane acted up. She was shy, and in some indescribable way, fundamentally fragile. He didn’t want to snuff her candle any more than her innate predilections did. He wanted her to thrive.

The Lord High Protector of the Constellations sniffed through his long avian nose at his daughter. ”Well, got an answer for me? Your mum sent me out after you when you missed lunch.”

#ic #wow emjay #wow #[ AGGRESSIVELY GOES BONELESS TO EXPRESS DISCOMFORT ]#she got the 'little shit' gene from essie

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starsailingrascal · 10 years

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—{✧}; [ Mission "Give Daddy a Heart Attack" confirmed for success. ]

#ic #for ooc mostly #guardianindarkness #i'm so evil bye

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—{✧}; Lazy fidgeting of tiny fingers with the hem of her dress was the only movement that could be distinguished on the young girl. Long locks of unruly raven hair fell in softly waving tendrils, which she occasionally she tried to bat away either with a clumsy hand or an indignant huff between pouting lips.

Restless as ever, the child Emily Jane rolled onto her back, her hair hanging precariously over the small cliff she was reclining on. Always a need for adrenaline, to keep that heartbeat just slightly above average speed and synchronize with the wildness that pulsated through her entire being.

She was never one for words. Only quiet little mews and grumpy huffs could be heard most often from the young girl. This time, it was seemingly a hushed squeak. Which was meant to translate roughly as the mantra all children were plagued with from time to time.

I'm bored. Entertain me.

#ic #open #kid sera is the cutest thing i just #anyone can reply to this tbh like #it seriously doesn't matter #chat rps icon rps like #anything #i made her surroundings vague enough to put in whatever timeline so #pre-disaster or post-disaster it doESN'T MATTER I JUST #b by #i wa nt more interaction on this blog pLS #i 'm sorry

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