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#also its really cold outside and my legs hurt like fucking hell so ive been trapped in my room for 4 days with nothing to do but draw

aether-weather · 3 months

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manifesting summer rn (it's 18 degrees)

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goldenimpact · 2 months

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hELLO IS ANYONE OUT THERE????

OKAY HI hELLO FIRST OFF I HOPE EVERYONE IS WELL NOW

THAT THE EVIL WHATEVER I AM HAS FALLEN AND GCANT GET UP COMMERCIAL

SOMETHIN SEOMTHIGN DID IT HURT WHEN YOU FELL FROM HEAVEN THE ANSWER IS YES I GOT SHOVES TO THE FLOOR RECENTLY AND THIS FUCKIN BRUISE ISNT FADING FUNNNY HAHA OK PLEASENTRIRSSE ARE DONE

UH IM CATHERINE, MOD-SAN, GOLD, whatever they're callin me nowadays holy shit dude my hands are shakin like crazy

they've had me literally cleaning house PRETTY MUCH AS SOON AS I RECOVERED all work no play makes jack a dull boy thats me IM jack damn it i can't tell if i've eveolved into a live-in housekeeper or some sort of roomaate and the paymetnt si s that i get to keep my lifeand also i REALLY need to move my keyboard over or get the window to leave the screen cause i can't blind type it just ain't happenin my leg's jitterering like hell BUT THE MOST IMPORTANT PART IS IM ALIVE YAHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO but i have absolutely NO CLUE how ;long THAS gonna last BBUT the great news is that ive finally been able to sit at my dangf computer and and actual;ly TYOOUCH ANFD LOOK AT IT ive practically been buried in all the freezers BUT ANYWAYS GOD MY HANDSA THEY STING SO FUCKING IABAD D ALKl ANYWAYS IM ALIVE IM STILL HERE IM TRYING?????????? TO GET BACK BUT EVERYONE HERE IS UHH NOT GOOD TO PUT IT LIGHTLY ITS TERRIFYIN OVER HERE BUT IM SENDING MY WELL WISHES THAT EVERYONE IS OKAY OVER THERE AND YOU SURVIVED WHETER THE HECK ANGR MY BIG SDIS MUST"VE SBUBJECTED YALL TOO BEACSE SHE IS FUCKING PISSSEEED LATELY IM GENUUNINLY WORRIED FOR OURLIVES LEVEL THERES SO MANY FIGHTS AND COMING-OUT-ABOUT-HER-LEGEND-OF-VIOLENCE STORY AND THE SHOOTIGN REVENTLY AND POINT IS THE LEGAL STUFF MIGHT GET RESOLVED OKAY?????? DADS MAGIC PROTAG POWERS OR WHATER APAPRENTLY HE KNOWS EVREYONE PERSON ON THE PLANET ITS GODDAMN WITCHCARAFT BUT MOMS DROPPIN LIKE EVERY OTHER DAY BBBBBBUYT OTS HER BIRTHDAY THIS WEEK AND WERE GONNA TRY AND TAKE ME OUTSIDE AND SEE IF I EXPLODE IN THE SUNLIGHT SO UUUUUUUUUUUUUUH THANKS FOR EVERYTHIGN I LOVE YOU GUYS ILL TRYT TO FUCKIN REACTIVATE ALL MY ACCOUNTS ALL A BAJILLION OF THEM APPARENTLY I WAS ONE CRASY AKJSFI KID PLEAASE PASS THIS MESSAGE ON MY BI G SIS WAKES UP SOON IF SHE HEARS ME IM GETTTIN IT I HAVE NO FUCKIN IDEA WHATS GOIN ON ON YOUR SIDE CAUSE NO ONE IS SAYIN JACK SHIT BADUM TSSHH BUT I GOT MY SHIT COMIN AT LIKE 9 AM RIGHT WHEN I TAKE MY VERY MYSTERIOUS NO ONE KNOWS WHAT THE FUCK THEY DO ANYMORE MEDS AND IF I KICIK THE BUCKET AT LEAST I FUCKING STAYED BABY YAHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

ALSO IM NOT DRUNK WE DONT DRINK IN THIS HOUSE EVER BUT I DEFINITYL NEEDS A LIL HELP IN LIKE ANY SORT OF MEANIN NO ONE IN THIS HOUSE FUCKIN REMEMBERS ANYTHING IN ANY SOR TOF WAY FOR ANY SORT OF THING ITS AN ACTUAL I HAVE NO IDEA WHOSE CALLIN OR TOUCHIN SHIT OR WHAT TALL THIS SHTI IS IN THE HOUSE AND FRANKLY IM TERRIFIED CAUSE EVREYONE LEAVES POR PASSES OUT BEFORE I CAN GET A CLEAR ANSWER AND AND ADN COLD WAR INTELLIGENCE WHATHER NEWS STORY OLD POPS HERE IS PUTTIN ON TV ANYWAYS LOVE YOU GUYS STAY SAFE CALL OUT IF YOU SEE ME IN THE WILDS SOMEDAY BUYYEYEEE

WAIT I JUST REMEMBRED BIG SIS IS GONNE DESTROY SHIT SOON SONSONSOON SHIT HSHISTHSHIT OK ANYWAYS ERVYTHIN ONLINE LOOKS OKAY FROM WHERE I CAN SEE IT IN MYSETRUOS VPN LAND AND IM GOIN THROUGH MY COMP RIGHT NOW BUT EVREYON IN OUR HOUSE RECOGNIZES THE DISCORD SYMBOL PROBABLY>>>?????? SO IM TRYIN TO FIND ALL OTHER CONTACTS BUT ITS JUST A BUNCH OF EMAILS DDDDUDE I JUST HAD TO LET YALL KNOW WE'RE ALIEV HOPE ALL OF YOU ARE WELL LOVE YALL EVER IF YOU DONT BELIEVE THAT ASTY SAFE WATCH OUT FOR FUKCING PUNCHES OR SIDESWEEPS AND MY BIG SISSS KILLING BLOW AND THE FCKKGNGI SWORD ON TOP OF HER BOOKSELG OR THE LITTLE GUN THING IN HER LCOSET WHAT THE FUCK IS EVEN IN HER ROOM ANYMROE ANYWASY DONT DIE OUT THERE LIKE ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! PEACE OUT BURY ME UNDER A BLUE SKY WITH ALL MY SHIT IIM HANDING DOWN WHATEVR THE ITTY BITTY NOT SO BITTY NEICE WANTS LIL PRINCESS LILLY HAACKER SCAMMER HUSTLER SECOND LEGEND OF VIOLENCE IN THE MAKIN IM GONNA FUCKIN PASS OUT I HAVE NO IDEA OF FUCKIN ANYTHIN THATS HAPPPENIN HERE EVERERR GOD CAN I TALK TO ANYONE THAT ISNT THIS NEIGHBORHOOD THAT THIGNS I HAVE HEARSD ABOUT THE PWOPLE ROUND HERE any ewysbans m y hands are shak in and breakin and crankin love yall stay safe dont fall into a ditch like me ever again mMWAHH TEDDIE IF YOURE OUT I STILL OWE YOU THAT FUCKIN LETTTERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR

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bamby0304 · 7 years

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Making Fun a Priority IV

For Ash’s “Fall Into Negan” Writing Challenge. My prompt was Crisp, Cool Air. This is gonna take of right after the last part, so if you need a recap here's the Masterlist :):)

Summary: Negan's proposal isn't taken well, which puts a wedge between him and Brandi. As much as she likes him and the fun they have, she's not sure if saying yes would be the right choice. With the question unanswered and doubts hanging in the air, Negan leaves Brandi to her thoughts… but that might not have been the right choice on his behalf...

Warnings: Language, no smut in this one… sorry guys!

Bamby

"Marry me."

A laugh escaped my lips… only to die once my eyes met Negan's. "Wait, you're being serious?"

"Of course I'm being fucking serious." He answered as if that should be obvious. "Marry me."

Despite the pleasant thrum still pulsing inside me, I shifted to sit up as I tried to wrap my head around the situation. "What about your wives?"

He stepped back slightly, shrugging. "What about them?"

"Do you really think you need another?"

"This has never been about need, Sweetheart. It's about want." His signature grin fell into place. "And I want you." His eyes roamed my body, taking in the still naked skin. "Oh boy do I want you."

"Did you ever stop to think about what I might want?" By the look of the frown that replaced his grin, I could tell what I the meaning to my words where lost. Instead I sounded harsher than I'd meant, the message misinterpreted.

"If you're trying to tell me you didn't enjoy-"

"No!" I quickly cut him off. "Of course I enjoyed… that." Gesturing between us, I found it hard to say the words as nerves and embarrassment began to bubble inside me. "I like you Negan. But… I don't want to be the next old-fling. I don't want to give myself to you completely, only to lose you once some new girl walks into your life."

His grin found its way back onto his lips. "You don't want to share me?"

Holding his gaze, I tried to look strong and confident as I told him the real underlining problem. "I don't want to have to compete for your attention. I don't want to be replaced."

"You really think you're replaceable?"

"I think I'm forgettable."

The look that crossed Negan's face was one I'd never seen before, and that frightened me. It made my stomach curl in fear and my heart sink far into the depths of my chest in order to protect itself, to hide from the consequences of my spoken truth. My mind scolded me for saying such a thing to his face, while my nerves screamed in panic, vibrating to the edge of combustion.

A hard knock on the door stilled the room.

Pulling away from me, Negan adjusted his jean, redoing the zip, button and belt as he headed over to see who was on the other side. Grasping the handle, he gave and hard but short tug so he could look to the person, but also made sure they couldn't look in- seeing as I was still half naked.

"What?" His voice was harsh, angered, impatient. Negan clearly didn't like having been interrupted.

"One of the machines aren't looking too good. We're gonna need someone to come down here and fix it." Simon told him, seeming unaffected by Negan's brash attitude. "And Fat Joey just called over the radio. We got some problems in the cafeteria… apparently there's been another fight."

"For fuck's sake." Groaning, Negan glanced at me, before turning back to give Simon a nod. "Let's get this shit sorted before it fucking gets out of hand." There was a pause as he continued to stand there. I listened to the sound of Simon walking away, once he was far enough, Negan spoke to me without looking my way. "If you think we're finished here, we're not." Just like that, he was gone.

I waited for a moment. Listening out, I made sure I was alone, everyone else gone, before I pulled myself up. I knew the clothes would be fine in the driers for a while. I knew I had some time to kill before I would need to get back to work. So, I was going to use that time to calm myself and clear my mind.

Feeling the thrum and pleasant ache from my activities with Negan still tingling against my panic nerves, covering them like a protective and nurturing blanket, I slid off the bench and began to dress myself. Ignoring my feelings- which included the tingling, and even the uncomfortable throb in my injured ankle- I focuses on pulling my clothes on quickly so I could get out of there as soon as possible.

Bursting through the factory doors, I breathed in the crisp, cool air. It was the slap to the face I needed. It calmed the racing thoughts whirling through my mind. Walking along the dirt path, I headed for nowhere. All I wanted was to stay out in the chilled air, and let it sink in through my skin, down to my bones, in the hopes it would cool the residue heat from Negan's touch.

Negan's proposal had come out of nowhere. It had been the biggest shock in a day full of surprises. Never would I have imagined him saying those two words to me.

Then again, I never would have imagined him paying me any attention at all. A few weeks ago, if you had told me Negan was going to propose to me I would have laughed in your face. I thought for sure he didn't even know who I was. But, maybe he did. Maybe he didn't. That didn't matter anymore. Now he knew me, and now I seemed to be at the centre of his attention.

Part of me was glad I was now on Negan's radar, and it wasn't just because of the sex. Negan, he could make me feel good in ways I never knew possible. He made me feel wanted, and sexy. But he also made me laugh, which was hard in the world we lived in. He made me feel safe as well- which was ironic, I know.

The rest of me was unsure. Marrying him probably wouldn't be the right decision, but was sleeping with him any better? Was it any different? Being with him like I had been lately was dangerous. If I was found out I could be a target for violence and revenge. If he found someone else my heart would break.

It was all very complicated.

As I continued to wonder and wander, I found a small table by the fence lined with the dead as they moaned and groaned. A few people were on guard, pacing the perimeter, keeping an eye out and a grip on their guns just in case. None of them seemed to care- or notice- when I decided to plant myself down at the table.

Sitting there, I looked to the dead, watching them as they shifted as much as they could, reaching out for the poor unfortunate people who worked at maintaining the fence. Seeing both the living and dead people there, it made me think of the cruller side of Negan.

He might make me feel good, and desired. He might touch me with soft and warm hands, with the intent to only cause intense pleasure. But that didn't correct all the bad he did.

Killing, maiming, hurting, kidnapping people. Taking over communities. Ordering others around. Declaring ownership of the land surrounding us in every direction, and anything or anyone who remained in said area. He was a demanding and ambitious character.

To think that he could turn on me at any second… it scared me. The chances were minimal, as long as I didn't do anything to provoke him… but there was still a chance, albeit a small one. No one was safe from his wrath and his punishing ways. His deadly ways.

It made me think of the look I'd seen on his face right before Simon had knocked on the door, and then the words he'd shared with me before he'd left. Maybe I'd already crossed the line? Maybe my punishment was already coming? Maybe I was already done for?

Shivering against the cool wind, I wrapped my arms around me and got to my feet. As much as my brain wanted to sit and stew in my thoughts and confusion, my body knew it had more important things to do. Hoping the driers were done by now, I started for the laundry again.

No one came to disturb me while I was working. I just stood there, folding all the clothes as they finished in the machines.

Having been standing and working for hours my arms were now like jelly, my legs no better. The thrum from Negan's touches had melted away. My confusion had muddled as my fuzzy and tired brain set itself into autopilot. All I wanted and needed at that moment was sleep. I needed to recharge.

The throb in my ankle had finally gone from uncomfortable to almost unbearable. I'd fought through it until the job was done, but by then I was too tired and my ankle was too sore. So, instead of getting the hell out of there I sat myself in a corner on some unwashed sheets, and let myself fall asleep. Instead of going to the solitude and security of my room where I could curl into my nice, comfortable and warm bed, I slept right there on the floors of the laundry.

It was already dark out, most people would be either having dinner, heading off to their rooms, or getting some rec time in before it gets too late and curfew falls. I wasn't sure if my choice to stay in the laundry was a good one or not, but I did know I didn't want to risk hurting my ankle again.

The crisp, cool air outside was trickling in through the thin metal sheeting walls. It pressed against my skin and reached deep into my bones. But I neither cared nor worried about the cold. My heavy eyes were too busy falling shut as I shifted on the sheets in order to find the most comfortable position in an otherwise awkward situation.

As I came back to consciousness I found it hard to open my heavy and weary eyes. But that's not all I found… I was no longer in the laundry mat. Instead, I was now moving. I was in the arms of someone hard and warm. It was a nice contrast to my ice-cold skin. Shivering in their hold, I buried myself against their heat, letting it seep into me.

Neither of us said a word. Part of me knew I should be worried. I didn't know who was carrying me. I didn't know where we were going. I didn't know what they intended to do with me. But the rest of me- most of me- didn't care. I was too tired, cold and sore. I would worry about it all when trouble actually made itself known. If trouble is what the person had in mind.

So, instead I just stayed there, unmoving, silent, content.

I enjoyed the feel of their body shifting with each step, the feel of their grip on me, the feel of their body warming mine. I enjoyed the sound of their heart beating against my ear, the sound of their boots meeting the ground in a steady pace. I enjoyed the smell of… of them. They smelt like leather, and man, and wood, and a little bit of scotch… and security.

Letting myself melt into the moment, I didn't fight my body as it gently drifted off to sleep once more.

When I woke for the second time I found myself on a soft and large bed. A fire burning across the room lit the familiar space with a warm glow. It didn't take a genius to figure out where I was... Negan's room.

"You hungry?"

Jumping at the sound of someone's voice, I looked over to the couch and found Negan sitting there nursing a drink as he flicked through the pages of a book, using the light from the fire and a dimmed lamp next to him to see the words.

It took a second or two to recover from my shock, and a second or two more to remember he'd asked a question. "Um… yeah. Yeah, I am… but it's probably late, and the kitchens closed, and everyone's asleep…"

Lifting his eyes from the book, he looked to me. Even with the lack of light I knew what expression was on his face. I could imagine the unamused and silent sigh sitting there. All my excuses meant nothing to someone who could get anything they wanted at any time.

"If you're hungry I'll get you something. Fuck everything else. You need food." He said matter-of-factly, a slightly bored tone to his words. "Now, are you fucking hungry?"

"Yes." The word slipped from my lips on its own accord.

Reaching over, Negan set the book and glass on the coffee table in front of him before he stood and moved to the exit.

I watched his every move, feeling my nerves bubbling under my skin as he exited the room. With the way he was acting I thought for sure I'd crossed a line. There was no way in hell he wasn't pissed at me. How many women out there rejected an offer like the one he'd given me? How many were even given the offer? To throw it back in his face like I did… I was an idiot.

Though don't get me wrong, I wasn't folding. I wasn't saying yes. As much as I knew it was foolish to do so, I couldn't give myself to him if that meant leaving myself vulnerable to a world of hurt later. Honestly, I'd rather deal with his wrath than deal with my own heartbreak.

A few minutes passed before Negan walked back into the room. Surprisingly, he carried a few granola bars and a tin of what I assumed was fruit salad. Closing the door behind him, he moved over to where he'd been seated before and set himself back down.

"Here." Placing the food on the coffee table, he gestured to it. "Eat."

Not needing to be told twice, I slid out from under his blankets and off the bed. The soft patter of my feet on the hard-wooden floors was barely noticed over the sound of the logs cracking in the fireplace. Taking a seat on the couch across from Negan, I reached for one of the bars and uttered a gentle thanks before digging into the food.

Once again, neither of us said a word. He went back to reading and drinking, while I nibbled at the food and watched the flames dance. It was both a frightening and peaceful moment. Like the flip of the coin, I wasn't sure which side of Negan I was about to encounter. Would it be the front faced anger everyone knew him for? Or the softer and passionate side that hid behind everything else?

After I'd finished the granola bar, he reached over and nudged the other one towards me. It was a silent order I wasn't going to ignore.

Grabbing the second- and last- bar, I began to nibble away again, only now instead of focusing on the fire I couldn't keep my eyes from flicking over to him every now and then, almost keeping in time with the flickers of the flames.

His attention seemed to be trained on the book in his hand, only ever straying in order to take a sip from his drink. With the warm glow of the fire lighting up the room, it showed a new side to Negan. He looked content and serene. He looked intelligent in a softer manner than I already knew him for. He looked like a man, sitting down in his living room by the fire, enjoying a good drink and book after a hard day's work. The image was somewhat ordinary. I liked it.

"Stop fucking staring and eat your fucking food." He spoke up, breaking the silence, the bored tone still lining his words.

Shifting my gaze away, I focused on the fire once more as I continued to eat, no longer nibbling.

The faster I ate the faster I could leave and go to my room… I hoped. As much as being around Negan was soothing, it was equally jarring. Especially now, with how he was acting, giving me no sign of how he was feeling… I definitely wanted to get out of there.

As soon as I swallowed the last of the granola bar I straightened the wrapper up neatly and placed it on the glass table before doing the same to the wrapper of the first bar. Without a word, moving gently and gingerly so as not to disturb him, I got to my feet and took one single step.

My ankle had throbbed on the way to the couch by Negan's orders had taken precedence over any pain. It had also blinded my thoughts to the realisation that I was no longer wearing my shoes or socks. But now that the prospect of leaving was so close I noticed it all.

A hiss of pain and slight groan of annoyance escaped my lips unwillingly as my eyes scanned the room, looking for my shoes.

"Sit the fuck down, Brandi." His eyes still stayed trained on the pages in front of him.

Despite my better judgement, this time I didn't listen to his order. "I really should get going. It's late, and I don't want to wake anyone on the way to my room."

A pause followed my words. It lasted less than a second but felt like a millennium. The whole world had passed and ended during that single moment. Everything we knew and were disappeared and faded in the time neither of us spoke.

The silence wasn't broken by a word though. No. It was broken by a single sound that had all the fine and thin hairs on my body stand as my skin rippled with tiny goosebumps.

Negan sighed.

It was one of annoyance and impatience, and part of me honestly felt it would be the last noise I ever heard.

Still not saying a word, he closed his book and placed it on the table once more. Getting to his feet he then came over to stand by my side. Then he stopped and waited.

I could feel his eyes. I could feel the intense and heavy stare of his eyes boring into me as I kept my own gaze focused on everything and anything other than him… at least I tried. Eventually I gave in, feeling my head slowly and fearful turn, tilting ever so slightly so I could only just meet his gaze.

"You're in pain. You're tired. It's cold. And there's a fucking curfew." He noted, his tone holding none of the annoyance his sigh had held. Instead he sounded bored once more. "You're not going anywhere."

Still, being the idiot that I am- especially around him- I argued. "Seriously, Negan, I'm fine. It's fine. My room's not that far away, and-"

Groaning with a roll of his eyes I could only just see in the barely lit room, he suddenly bent down and lifted me off the ground.

I jumped and squealed lightly, surprised by his actions. But I didn't resist. I didn't fit. I didn't argue anymore. There was no point, and both my mind and body had finally realised this.

With nothing else to do, I let my head rest against his chest as he carried me bridal style- and no, the irony was not lost on me. I didn't bother asking questions as he moved us across the room. I just let him take me over to his bed as the silence once again spread between us, the sound of the fire crackling and his heavy feet on the wooden floors the only things that could be heard.

Once he placed me back on the bed he stepped back and watched me with an expectant look in his eyes. Without having to be told I obliged and slid back under the blankets, pulling them over me as I shifted so I could lay down once more. When he was pleased with my actions he turned and headed back to his chair, still silent.

Lying there, tucked under his blankets that smelt like nothing other than him, the fire crackling and dancing in the back ground, I watched as Negan once again picked up his book and began to read. I stayed like that, watching him, enjoying the moment, pleased I could no longer feel the cool and crisp air against my now warm skin.

Bamby

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ase-trollplays · 7 years

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-- liberatedRaptor [LR] began pestering tapeFace [TF] --

-- liberatedRaptor [LR] began pestering tapeFace [TF] --

LR: why tape tho

TF: Because my voice hurts people. :c

TF: Taping my mouth stops me from hurting people by accident :D

LR: oh thats actually kinda sad

TF: It's not that bad once you get used to it. :) I never liked the sound of my voice anyways.

TF: So! Why don't we introduce ourselves! :D

TF: My name's Cacoph

LR: im Wynter

TF: :O Nice!

TF: It's good to meet you, Wynter :D

TF: So, how's your night going? :)

LR: ah all things considered id say its pretty good

LR: ive been walking since i got up tho which was hours ago

LR: im a little tired :v

TF: Yeah, I bet. D: I hope you're close to where ever it is you're walking to.

LR: still a few nights off but HEY i wont make progress if i dont work hard so

LR: i just keep looking forward to seeing my friends again

TF: Good luck! I'm sure they're all looking forward to seeing you again, too!

TF: I hope whatever separated you from them wasn't anything too awful or serious. :c

LR: eh

LR: so question

LR: if you cant speak because of your voice being dangerous

LR: do you sign? :O

TF: Yes I do! Though most of the time I end up using a white board.

TF: Not many people bother to learn sign language. :/

TF: I'm assuming you have, though :O

LR: i know sign!! :O ugh yeah i hate it, no one knows it so im always like "wtf"

TF: Oh, I know! DX I wish learning to sign was included in basic schoolfeeding like learning Alternian.

TF: Out of curiosity, what made you decide to learn sign language?

LR: uhhh its a long story that basically ends in "im mute"

TF: Wow, I've never come across a fellow mutie :o

TF: This calls for (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ～『✧~*SPECIAL EMOTES*~✧』

TF: Granted, I would have started using those eventually anyways. (◕ω◕✿)

TF: I lost track of the website I copy them from for a bit. (●︿●;;)

LR: thats cute wtf

LR: im lazy and never use things like that even though theyre adorable

TF: Thank you! (◠ω◠✿) I'm always worried they make me seem obnoxious or something, but they're just so much more fun and expressive! (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

LR: im a firm believer that if someone finds you obnoxious then theyre just missing out

LR: be yaself

TF: Exactly! (ﾉ◠ヮ◠)ﾉ Who has time for that kind of negativity? Not this mime!

LR: YOURE A MIME

LR: oh my god

TF: Is that a good "oh my god" or a bad "oh my god"? (●﹏●✿)

LR: a good one lol

TF: (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ Great! I was worried for a second.

TF: Not many people enjoy mimes. (″･ิ_･ิ) I guess I remind them too much of the clowns.

LR: i mean i guess i could understand that

LR: but mimes are usually harmless so like

TF: It really sucks. ┐(‘～`；)┌ But what can you do other than keep on keeping on, right? (´･ω･`)

LR: yeah! thats a good way to look at it

LR: like

LR: fuck them

LR: lol

LR: you seem pretty cool either way

TF: ∩(◕//ω//◕)∩ Thanks!

TF: You seem pretty cool, too (✿◠ヮ◠)

LR: cool? im ice cold B)

LR: YEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH

-- tapeFace [TF] plays a sick ass guitar riff B3 --

TF: Also, can I just say I love your text color? (⊙△⊙✿) I'm a sucker for super bright pastels!

LR: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA thanks ^^ its really beautiful huh? it sounds like im trying to toot my own horn or something but just

LR: i could fuckin stare at it all night

LR: so like do you for reals stand outside all night and just mime at people

LR: what u do

TF: I actually work as a janitor at a library. (◕︿◕✿) It's not very fun, but miming on street corners doesn't keep me fed and sheltered.

TF: But on my nights off, you can find me in the park being a miming dork to my heart's content (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

LR: being a janitor sounds terrible RIP

TF: It is, but sometimes I get to have a little fun. ԅ(≖ω≖ԅ)

TF: The library I work at has a real problem with people doing the frick frack behind the bookshelves or under tables.

LR: Oh what the hell,

TF: My boss pays me extra to expose anyone I find.

TF: As mean as it is, I get a laugh out of ruining the mood for some people. (n゜ω゜n)

TF: Their expression are priceless when they realize they've been caught

TF: Though some of them get very angry and try to kill me. (⊙︿⊙✿)

LR: not surprised in the least

LR: but like...... why a library

LR: why would they fuck in a library

LR: BOOKS GET ME SO HOT

TF: Libraries have to be one of the unsexiest places, yet at least twice a month

TF: THERE THEY GO, HUMPING IN THE GEOGRAPHY SECTION

LR: JUST SLAM A BOOK CLOSED ON MY DICK JUST FUCKING DO IT

TF: The only thing worse than breaking up couples is people who bring in food and hide their food trash because then we get ANTS. (ノಠ益ಠ)ノ彡┻━┻

TF: I CAN'T TYPE LOUD ENOUGH ABOUT HOW MUCH I HATE ANTS.

TF: Just looking at one makes my skin crawl! {{p´Д｀q}}

LR: ugh ants are such a gross hassle

LR: especially trying to figure out where they come from??

LR: how the fuck did they get in

TF: I don't know but they need to STOP ( ≧Д≦)

TF: They're the absolute worst and I hate having to get rid of them! They're so little and they get everywhere, and they have the nerve to bite!

TF: And it's hard to be sure you got all of them because they're so small and they completely disappear on carpet (┳Д┳)

LR: plus the leave that gross chemical trail for other ants to follow

LR: eugh

TF: ((brb))

TF: UUUUuuuugh, literally everything about them is awful (╬ Ò﹏Ó)

LR: id say i hate spiders more tbh

TF: I honestly don't mind them too much (´｡• ᵕ •｡`) the small ones are adorable

TF: Jumping spiders give me a fright, though (●︿●✿) I don't mess with those.

LR: all spiders terrify me

LR: its dumb

LR: even the harmless ones

LR: they just got too many legs.................

TF: Eugh, I can understand that. (●﹏●✿) Centipedes creep me out for the same reason.

LR: fffffffffffffffUCK those things

LR: fuck all things with more than four legs

TF: Some things with more than four legs are so cute though! (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ Like ladybugs and butterflies and praying mantises

LR: one of those things is not like the other

TF: One of those things just doesn't belong? /(●△●✿)\

TF: I think praying mantises have an underappreciated cuteness to them. (´◡ω◡`) And it's so funny watching them chop at things (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ

LR: i watched a video of one give birth to a terrible parasite that drove it to seek out water and drown itself

TF: (⊙︿⊙) ...

TF: (´＿｀。) They can't always be cute

LR: its a darn shame too

TF: That poor thing. （；￣д￣） Who would even film that? It sounds awful

LR: apparently its common

LR: hairworms?

TF: Yikes. (◕﹏◕)

TF: That kind of make me think of those flies that infect bees.

TF: I hope those never adapt to infect grubs or something. (⊙﹏⊙)

LR: THAT

LR: IS TERRIFYING

TF: I KNOW RIGHT??

TF: I MEAN WE'RE BASICALLY SUPER EVOLVED BUGS

LR: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

TF: (⊙∩⊙✿) I immediately regret this line of thought. I made a terrible mistake

LR: i regret your line of thought too

LR: i am

LR: scarred for life

TF: THEN HOW ABOUT A NICE UNSCARRING SUBJECT? (ﾉ⊙ヮ⊙)ﾉ

TF: Do you have any quadrants you're looking forward to seeing?

LR: YAS

LR: i miss my mate and my moirail

LR: and some fucker who is sorta my kismesis but like

LR: its complicated?

LR: noncommittal "eh?" sound

TF: (◕△◕)Oh wow, you have so much going on.

TF: What's your sorta-but-not-really kismesis like?

LR: hes a dick but also i guess hes attractive? i think? im not actually sure

LR: i dont really feel that way about people so its hard to tell

LR: i guess he looks good

LR: BUT YEAH were just

LR: dicks to each other all the time

TF: Sounds like fun (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

TF: What about your matesprit and your moirail?

LR: oh my god so my matesprit is literally the coolest person in the fucking universe (no offense to you Cacoph cuz youre up there) and shes cute and she bakes a lot and shes good at it and she has her OWN BAKERY (which i work at) and she memes on me all the time and we just have so much in common

LR: she makes my heart do the backflip things

TF: (ㄒoㄒ) Oh my god, that's so sweet! You sound like the cutest couple

LR: yeah except i never told her i was going anywhere and its been two weeks i think so shes probably angry as fuck

LR: shes gonna rip my face off when i come back

TF: WELP

TF: It was nice knowing you

TF: Your memory will live on forever in this chatlog

LR: here lies Wynter: their mate fucking murdered them with a glare

TF: Killed before their time, they will be missed. (◡︿◡,✿)

TF: Did you at least tell your moirail?

LR: yeah

TF: Good, so you won't be double dead once they see you again. (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ

TF: I really hope you can smooth things over with your matesprit once you see her again. (◕︿◕) It's really gonna suck if you lose her.

LR: YEAH IM PRETTY SURE ID JUST

LR: DIE

LR: ON THE SPOT

TF: PLEASE DON'T DIE ヽ(´□｀。)ﾉ WE ONLY JUST MET

LR: RIP,,,,

LR: two weeks is the longest ive gone without video games

LR: im dying

TF: What kind of video games do you play? (◕△◕✿)

LR: anything i can get my soulless little hands on

TF: That's a lot of games probably (✿◕△◕)~★

TF: I mostly just play casual things like Stardew Valley, Minecraft, and Lusus Crossing

LR: i do all of those things

LR: an also COD and Halo and Overwatch

TF: I tried playing COD, but the online players were so rude and negative. (≖︿≖✿) I doubt a single one of them was older than six.

TF: I haven't tried the other games you mentioned, though

LR: you should try :O Overwatch is super fun

TF: Really (◕△◕✿) What's it like? I see memes and fanart all the time on bubblr, but does it really live up to the hype?

LR: its grossly addictive

LR: and you get matched with people of similar skill so when you first start out you probably wont run into the gross types that play COD because theyre just starting out as well

TF: That sounds great (◕ω◕✿) It'll be nice not to have wrigglers screaming at me to git gud just because I haven't poured my entire existence into the game

TF: Does it run better on hisktop, or should I get it for the game system? (◕△◕✿)

LR: i play it on console but i believe theres a bigger playbase on husktop

LR: i would suggest only getting it on husktop if you have an external mouse

TF: Alright then, husktop it is. (◕‿◕✿)

TF: Eugh, that emote didn't come out well (◕﹏◕✿)

LR: o vo

TF: ⊙v⊙

LR: oh god

TF: ಠ_ಠ I'm suddenly very bad at emotes.

TF: why this

LR: cant always be good at it

LR: what about you, you got any quads youre gogo for?

TF: No, sadly not. (◡︿◡✿) I've had crushes, but they never amounted to anything

TF: On a whim, I signed up for a matchmaking thing just for curiosity's sake, and I got matched with a highblood. ヽ(*・ω・)ﾉ

LR: oh shit highbloods dawg

TF: I'm actually pretty nervous. Looking over his profile, he seems really grumpy and serious. (●﹏●✿)

LR: oh shit x2

LR: good luck

TF: Thanks, I'm gonna need it. ヽ(°ロ°)ﾉ

TF: I had a lot of fun chatting with you! (◕ω◕✿) Unfortunately, I need to get going.

LR: oh sure

LR: lemme know how ya date goes!

TF: Will do, friendo! (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ Good luck making it back to your friends and quadmates!

-- tapeFace [TF] ceased pestering liberatedRaptor [LR] --

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