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//Lunch and bath time for the baby, then, hopefully, nap time for her too lol.//





freakinbluscout:

sexybitchscout:

freakinbluscout:

sexybitchscout:

freakinbluscout replied to your post: //Don’t know what to do with Josie right now :I…

she could dress Blu in drag and give him a make-over. or punch him in the nose and THEN make him over.

//….lmao, I can see the second happening. Punch him, feel bad, try to make it better with silly. ”No, ya totally need this make up to cover the bruise, the eye shadow’s part of that. And the lipstick. Shhh, the dress is needed too.”//

[[ LOL yes, pretty much. Blu’s face when he looks in the mirror:

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//And Josie just pats his head and hugs him, tells him he’s pretty.//

[[ It’s the perfect RP. ]]

//I demand we do it :I//



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freakinbluscout:

sexybitchscout:

freakinbluscout replied to your post: //Don’t know what to do with Josie right now :I…

she could dress Blu in drag and give him a make-over. or punch him in the nose and THEN make him over.

//….lmao, I can see the second happening. Punch him, feel bad, try to make it better with silly. ”No, ya totally need this make up to cover the bruise, the eye shadow’s part of that. And the lipstick. Shhh, the dress is needed too.”//

[[ LOL yes, pretty much. Blu’s face when he looks in the mirror:

 ]]

//And Josie just pats his head and hugs him, tells him he’s pretty.//



#freakinbluscout  


freakinbluscout replied to your post: //Don’t know what to do with Josie right now :I…

she could dress Blu in drag and give him a make-over. or punch him in the nose and THEN make him over.

//….lmao, I can see the second happening. Punch him, feel bad, try to make it better with silly. ”No, ya totally need this make up to cover the bruise, the eye shadow’s part of that. And the lipstick. Shhh, the dress is needed too.”//



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the-original-mora replied to your post: //Don’t know what to do with Josie right now :I…

(She should visit mora and help her re-break bones :3)

//Pffffffff, that’s an idea. She’d probably be trying to break bones on someone that doesn’t need it though……….//



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irishsoldier said: *he leaves Josie a large bouquet of roses and lilies along with a note saying "You're one of the most beautiful woman I have ever met. Keep smiling and stay happy, ma'am"*

/She glances at the bouquet, a little disinterested and distant. She does smile faintly at the note though, but otherwise just crawls into bed and buries herself under her blankets and pillows silently/



//Don’t know what to do with Josie right now :I She’s torn between moping in her room, or trying to cause some trouble. She wants to hurt someone :T//





irishsoldier replied to your post: //…………………………………………………………I’ve officially called it…

Good luck Hun…)

//Thanks! I’d rather deal with ‘tards at Target then try to remember all this insurance crap and deal with people and numbers like that :V//



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//…………………………………………………………I’ve officially called it quits for the insurance thing………………………………. But I have an interview for Target, so, hopefully that’ll pan out. ……………………..//





bigbearheavy submitted: 

Jasha seemed unphased by the whole thing. He seemed a bit quieter, but all in all he didn’t seem any different. He walked in to her room though and settled into bed every night and held her tightly. He held her like she was going to run off into the night as well and never come back.

He would whisper quietly in her ear in Russian, mostly letting his feelings out in a language she didn’t know so she didn’t fret. He was worried. 

But he held her tighter, not a tear had been shed.

———————

Josie looked forward to Jasha coming into her room at night, she began to need those visits and the embraces like she needed air. It was a reassurance that she desperately needed to erase the paranoia that Jasha was going to leave next. 

She would stay silent as he whispered to her, not asking what was being said. No. The voice soothed her worried thoughts, helped silence the rising panic and concern in her mind about Max and Jasha, all of them and what was going to happen to their futures now.

She’d cry, softly, quietly. Just a few tears down her cheeks every time, but the arms helped, the steady beating of Jasha’s heart and the sound of his voice. She’d keep quiet though, eventually falling asleep. A deep, dreamless sleep. Every now and then, she’d startle awake, tremble a bit as she clung to Jasha and cried some more to herself until she drifted again. 





bigbearheavy:

To be honest, Josie wasn’t sure what she should do. On one hand she wanted to lock herself away, avoid any and every one in the world, and just fall into a pit of depression and denial. The other hand, though, she needed someone. Only one person would do right now. She needed those Russian arms around her and that voice she just knew would sooth the hurt that was ripping though her heart and destroying her. 

Still, she was terrified of being a bother at the moment. Of demanding too much from Jasha by needing him. Was that what drove Max away? Was she too clingy and needy? Would that drive Jasha away now too? Was he already gone? Was Max’s AWOL the last straw and now she lost Jasha too? 

Oh God, what if he was gone? Fear and panic bubbled up in her chest, her heart trying to break out of her ribs as it raced. She stood there. Silently staring at Jasha’s door. Maybe she should leave. Just turn around now before she found out he was gone too. 

No. She was being stupid and paranoid. Right. Just. Emotional was all. Jasha would be there.

Her hand, however, still hesitated as it lifted to knock, lingering there in midair as she stared at the door. What if he was gone……

She knocked at last, a light sound at first though it quickly grew into a frenzied pounding of both fists as she leaned her forehead to the door. A garbled mess of what was an attempt at words came out with a broken sob, emotions ripping through her like a hurricane as she pounded the door. She kicked and hit and screamed, within a short span of a few seconds she was huddled against the door, sobbing and holding her face in her hands. 

Jasha had finished up his dinner and washing up, walking back to his room humming. He had plans to run by Josie’s room and see if she wanted to just relax with him. Well, maybe more. Who knows, it usually devolved into that sort of thing.

Max’s absence didn’t really worry him too much, he was like an outdoor cat. He eventually came back no matter what because his main source of food and affection was here. He heard a strange pounding and walked ahead a bit more.

He hurried once he saw the huddled mass on the floor was his fiancee.

“Josie love are you all right? What has happened?” He knelt down beside her, taking in her appearance for any damage. No, she seemed all right physically….

“Why is my beautiful bird crying?” He asked her, resting a large hand under her chin.

At first her shaky hands half pushed at whoever was near her, but she paused when she realized it was Jasha. Her arms fell limp by her sides, lip trembling as she stared swollen, glossy eyes up at him.

“Max is gone.” It came as a whisper, weak and thick with emotion as she looked up at him. She wasn’t as calm about it all as he was. She was a near hysterical mess as she heard her voice admit those three words. Her arms moved to fling around him, hugging him close as she started sobbing again. It didn’t feel like the same to her, Max being gone. He left before, yes, and came back. But it felt different. It hurt to a point she couldn’t even register fully, so much she felt her heart was dying in her chest. 



#ic  #SHE'S SO SAD  


//Oh and I’m back :>//





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tsunderefemsoldier:

the-original-mora:

(Oops wrong shade of skin but yeah Mora is a gypsy pm)

((she is a pissed off princess u.u))

//I had made sooooo many of these last time they were going around lol. Josie was recreated in all possible doll makers. Never saved em ;;//