kapuchu>I'd do it again though.
#saaaaaaame
#saaaaaaame
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Madama Witch
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WHO DAT BOY, 911
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8 yrs ago
Stop and frisk me, daddy. Unf.
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9 yrs ago
Organize a strike in your school or workplace on the grounds that it does not satisfy your need for indolence & spiritual beauty.
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Can I cop that soundcloud link? Mixtape sounds like fire, fam.
WHAT ARE WE TO YOU? LAB RATS YOU CAN PLAY GOD WITH??
neato
tl;dr tone it down, fam
So we can keep going?
>bear hands
kek
Can I ask why you're so keen on pressing the kill switch? I've written a lot of content for a few of the characters now central to this world we've been building up, I kind of don't want to just give them up? Especially when Mono and I were considering a scaled down reboot or a 1x1 or something.
Since this is literally just a website for frail nerds to write their lesbo fanfics for fun without any actual profits or publishing involved, and this is basically a Fallout AU I don't see how it wouldn't be fair use for us to write stories in the neat world you conceptualized. Honestly if you wanted I guess you could snitch and throw a hissy fit and get the kids smoking behind the dumpster in trouble
But like who cares? Would me taking your name from the posts make you feel better?
kek
Can I ask why you're so keen on pressing the kill switch? I've written a lot of content for a few of the characters now central to this world we've been building up, I kind of don't want to just give them up? Especially when Mono and I were considering a scaled down reboot or a 1x1 or something.
Since this is literally just a website for frail nerds to write their lesbo fanfics for fun without any actual profits or publishing involved, and this is basically a Fallout AU I don't see how it wouldn't be fair use for us to write stories in the neat world you conceptualized. Honestly if you wanted I guess you could snitch and throw a hissy fit and get the kids smoking behind the dumpster in trouble
But like who cares? Would me taking your name from the posts make you feel better?
>working
Could it be the man behind the man behind the man behind the throne? Meow.
The woman responded quickly after Jeanne had finished speaking. Staying silent as those pale, thin fingers commanded, Jeanne's eyes traced the outline of the woman's lips as she spoke, Jeanne only half-registered that apparently they were going somewhere more private. When the lithe figure got up to leave, Jeanne followed in her shadow silently.
She was... almost hypnotized by the otherworldly dexterity with which she moved through the crowd. The patrons, for their part, made any effort possible to practically jump out of their way. Yet even taking this into mind, one couldn't help but marvel at the control she had over her body, it was if she weaved around the air itself-- all to get to the door of the tavern. Jeanne kept her head down, avoiding the stares of the customers, watching her with suspicion as she left with the woman who had just severed a man's hand. Jeanne, for her part, was plenty occupied with the movement of the white haired royal assassins long legs.
She moved like a dancer... but at the same time... off...
Jeanne, broke out of the spell of the woman's rhythmic movement, and for an instant, felt concern-- this woman could just be a kidnapper! Looking to lure her somewhere isolated and simply kill her for the parcel she carried. She didn't have an evidence that she wasn't, just a hunch... Jeanne wondered if leaving with her was the best course of action for a moment, could she turn around? Run away?
Standing at the door, as the woman gestured to leave, Jeanne hesitated for a few seconds, wondering...
Jeanne didn't quite shake the thought from her mind, but she ducked out of the tavern as the woman held the door open all the same. Cool night air made the hair on her skin rise, and her eyes adjusted to the silver moonlight-- the pale orb reminded her of this woman's ornate skin and glowing white hair. Following her into an alley, Jeanne cleared her throat, risking speech, "So... may I know where it is you are planning on taking me to...?" She shifted uncomfortably, "Or, your name, at the very least?"
She was... almost hypnotized by the otherworldly dexterity with which she moved through the crowd. The patrons, for their part, made any effort possible to practically jump out of their way. Yet even taking this into mind, one couldn't help but marvel at the control she had over her body, it was if she weaved around the air itself-- all to get to the door of the tavern. Jeanne kept her head down, avoiding the stares of the customers, watching her with suspicion as she left with the woman who had just severed a man's hand. Jeanne, for her part, was plenty occupied with the movement of the white haired royal assassins long legs.
She moved like a dancer... but at the same time... off...
Jeanne, broke out of the spell of the woman's rhythmic movement, and for an instant, felt concern-- this woman could just be a kidnapper! Looking to lure her somewhere isolated and simply kill her for the parcel she carried. She didn't have an evidence that she wasn't, just a hunch... Jeanne wondered if leaving with her was the best course of action for a moment, could she turn around? Run away?
Standing at the door, as the woman gestured to leave, Jeanne hesitated for a few seconds, wondering...
Jeanne didn't quite shake the thought from her mind, but she ducked out of the tavern as the woman held the door open all the same. Cool night air made the hair on her skin rise, and her eyes adjusted to the silver moonlight-- the pale orb reminded her of this woman's ornate skin and glowing white hair. Following her into an alley, Jeanne cleared her throat, risking speech, "So... may I know where it is you are planning on taking me to...?" She shifted uncomfortably, "Or, your name, at the very least?"
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