#barbiemade

I don’t want to make this a huge... emotional thing or hang onto it for too much, and I am planning to move my Markus muse over to @emusecollective in a bit. There will be promo posts up for it when I do so, so you will definitely stay updated, but Connor and Kara will be deactivated.

Before I go, I want to thank everyone who has been roleplaying with my muses and I, and just do a little... shout-out thing for a few people in particular.

@neverwither​ mom, please don’t be sad. A very kind person and it’s-- It’s Chloe, she’s amazing.

@barbiemade I love Barbie and the concept of Barbie so much... (I mean, I even made a Blaine (@blainemade) to accompany her!) and I think everyone should check her out.

@ask-the-rk900 is always very open to different storylines and ideas and very fun to RP with!

“Like, when you’re not at school. Or... dancing or... skating or... uh...“ What else had it been she mentioned? Goddammit, there had been so much, how did she even manage to have a life outside of her countless extracurricular activities?

@barbiemade​ : “Deciding who you are can be the hardest thing.”

if  it  had  been  EASY ,  he  would  have  done  it  so  long  ago .    identity  was  something  a  person  made  for  themselves ,  and  yet  with  a  life  as  his ,  only  to  be  made  his  when  he  finally  TORE  his  torturer’s  head  from  his  body ,  it  was  something  ex  still  STRUGGLED  with .    his  identity  beforehand  was  to  be  nothing  more  than  a  TOY ,  a  creation  for  his  torturer  to  do  with  as  he  wanted ,  modifying ,  tearing ,  taking  him  so  completely  apart .    his  body  was  NOT  his  own  then ,  and  though  it  was  now ,  there  was  no  telling  what  exactly  he  WANTED  from  it .    what  he  wanted  from  himself  or  his  own  life .    deciding  who  he  was  meant  giving  himself  WORTH ,  a  reason  to  be .    but  did  he  deserve  it ?

A little pleased sigh escapes the android’s lips as he leans his head on the other’s shoulder, his hand reaching out for hers, to lead it up to his lips and place a gentle, courteous kiss on its palm.

“I do hope that is the case.“ he mutters against her skin. “You do not deserve any less than to feel loved, dearest.“ he explains, his arm still wrapped around her waist, his fingers idly wandering up and down the folds of her dress on the side of her hip.