forced to be a British teenage girl, born to be a texas farmers daughter with a wife and 2-3 kids, cute little animals and a fruit farm with a lake just a small walk away from our gorgeous farmhouse.
me and my wife have a beautiful relationship and we love each other more than anything. we die together. our kids are grateful and kind and smart, they become successful and live a fulfilling life, never once taking anything for granted and one of our kids takes over our farm once we become too old but we stay living in the farm.
also we use guns just wanted to put that out there
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“Eeee!” The baby princess reaches up to the deadly sin, her tiny fingers outstretched to the strange glowing faces in his hair. Fur? Charlie has no idea what it is, but the toddler just knows she wants to touch his strange mane of hair…and the hat on his head. The faces in his hair look like puppet masks.
With piercing eyes aglow — to the unsuspecting individual, the sight of something so minute approaching something as colossal as Asmodeus would have anyone holding their breath and uncertain to intervene.
Yet as the princess would wobble her way closer to him, Ozzie was the one to swiftly close the gap between them — his body hovering over her and his arms open wide, expectantly.
❝ Ooooh hey there, pretty babe! ♪ ❞ Large arms are quick to swipe her up, sitting her on his forearm with a bounce. Her squeals and babbles were contagious in making him grin wide but if there's one thing he was to be in this moment, it was determined. Firm. She's not distracting him, no way.
❝ Nah-up-up! ❞ Starting off strong, Ozzie's got his finger up to silence her excitement. ❝ Now hold on, little miss thing. Before you ask anythin' of me, you gotta let me ask you first. Got it? Okay, so first: what are we doing way out here? Where's your daddy at? ❞ Surely, he's somewhere. He better be! Letting her peruse around his humble abode without so much as a "hi" or "can you watch her for me"? Absolutely not.
Turning on his heel with a bouncing princess in arms, he was already keeping an eye out for the ruler. There really seems to be no sign of him out here. He better be fuckin' playing.
❝ My next question is, where the hell is your jacket? Doesn't your daddy know it's raining outside? ❞ to further prove his point, he pauses by a window with a hand extended to show her. In doing so, he's also looking outside for the vanishing parent. ❝ No jacket, in the rain, your daddy's gonna get it. Just you wait, babycakes. One more question then it's your turn, okay? NEXT — ❞
Ozzie pauses at the tiniest hands pawing at his mane. His proud stature sinks at the touch, even more-so when he looks at her and he's met with her father's same striking features. With her, grinning so wide with eyes so bright. He doesn't stop her, either, as she reaches for his face, then his hat was next.
❝ You ... are just like your daddy, you know that? ❞ Composure is rapidly dwindling if not already shot. Shutting one of his eyes as Charlie reaches for the ram in his mane, he cranes his neck to avoid being poked in the eye and removes his hat to put on her head. ❝ C'mon, babycakes. How bout you and I go get a sugar high before you go back home? ♡ ❞
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since i'm adding my william to my multi i wanted to say that i'm pro-wilry but specifically in a way where william was closeted obsessed with him and henry was oblivious and thought they were boybesties until much, much later. engaged in the horror of finding out that not only was the guy who murdered my beloved daughter and trapped her in arcade hell my close good friend, but he has notebooks filled with lustful ramblings about my middle aged midwestern penis. like idk i'd go berserk. i'd completely lose my shit. simulator state of mind perfectly understandable. your frothing confession is overshadowed by the fact that you crushed my child with your flying purple porsche. henry being the picture of 80s suburban 'it's not my business!' complacency via not wanting to cause a scene resulting in the death of his daughter, coupled with 'i thought he was just european' is really good to me. william had his hey arnold style bubblegum shrine and henry was like we should take our kids bowling together :] while william ate his fucking hands in repressed agony. all this to say him never hitting is essential. by charlie's ghost i'll tear your peepee asunder.
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Me: *thinking of my first and favorite LARP character I came up with. Y'know, 1970s British rock star, guitar god, total chick magnet, closeted/in denial bisexual, heroin addict, dark hair...*
Me: ...waaaaaaiiiit a second...
Me: *...green eyes, has a very particular type when it comes to men (gorgeous, usually a little effeminate, with long blond hair)...*
Me: ...hold up...
Me: *...in fact, once got crazy stupid drunk at a party with a bunch of other rock stars and spent the rest of the night trying to seduce Robert Plant (he was unsuccessful, but managed to snag a few of Plant's groupies, so...not a total loss, I guess?)...*
Me: NOOOOOOOO!
(I didn't even do this on purpose. Actually, I'd originally imagined him looking like a shorter version of RP, just with wavy brown hair instead of blond curls and green eyes instead of blue. And personality-wise, he's a hell of a lot more like Robert)
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Lust:*drunk af* Hey you look like my husband
Shattered: Lust darling you're drunk you idiot
Lust: no really you look just like him
Shattered: Amia go get your mother some help...
Amia: professional or what you call help
Shattered: Amia
Amia: Fine.
10 minutes later
Amia: I leave for ten minutes and mom is all over you I don't need to see this
Shattered: darling get off of me
Lust: no.
Shattered:*teleports away*
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