// me when Mary and I have cute ships /silly

mary 🔔

GO AHEAD I WANT IT GONE.

yeah. . . it really isn't a big deal, darling. she cries all the time.

mary 🔔
tw// bug

EAT SHIT. I CAUGHT THE FUCKER. ALL I DO IS WIN WIN WIN NO MATTER WHAT.

mary 🔔

brb. I need to go either catch or kill this hornet bee in my room. wish me luck 🤞

I think she is crying. . . I can try to handle this. it's not your fault at all.

are we deadass part 2: the sequel.

😐 I have a machine that turns nintendo switches into broken nintendo switches. do not play around with me, girl.

charlotte. we talked about this.

@thedarkhero.bsky.social do you need assistance with her.

are we deadass.

18+ muses and muns only! NO HUMAN MUSES. demisexual with a male lean. i hope you like slow burn lmao.

mary 🔔

mii charlotte forced mii anti & mii douchebag to become friends. it's soo funny to me considering db and anti hate each other.

mary 🔔

i'm not going to remove anybody from the list, but if i post another shipping call, would anybody be interested? i'm not going to make assumptions. this is just to gauge interest. plus douchebag is REALLY hard to ship with.

"you're welcome," the blonde replies without pause, gaze averting to the horizon as she gathered her thoughts again.

". . . . your smile is nice. you should smile whenever you'd like; i enjoy seeing it."

douchebag returned her eyes to roxy, letting the words hang in the air between them.

a comfortable silence stretched between them that lasted briefly; douchebag most likely gathering her thoughts even if she /knew/ what she wanted to say.

"do i seem like the kind of person to miss other people normally," douchebag parried verbally, though sounding blunt she was actually amused.

brown optics hover briefly towards his body when he mentioned losing an arm, but they immediately lifted to rest on his face soon after.

"i see. . . . . my condolences," the blonde replied, voice blunt despite meaning well.

dull brown optics follow his every movement. flexing her fingers is her only reaction and response until she bothers to speak outwardly and barely audibly.

"yes. it has been a while," she replies with a calm nonchalance.

the blonde didn't seem to have an initial reaction at first to roxy's last statement, but she /did/ allow amusement to flash through her optics. douchebag briefly shook her head, dull brown eyes trained with calm intensity on roxy's face.

". . . i have no reason to give anything to anybody else."

the assassin rarely reacted to being pinned; even if every instinct was telling her to pull a knife out or put farosh on the ground, which wouldn't be hard for her to do. instead, dull brown eyes gaze up at @draconiclightning.bsky.social , features remaining blank.

"what'd you need."

😐 . . . . you didn't have to make me in the game.

". . . . . . . . . .people used to ask to be put down differently than whatever this is."

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⠀ ⠀ɪᴛ ᴅᴏᴇꜱɴ'ᴛ ᴍᴀᴛᴛᴇʀ ɴᴏᴡ ᴡʜᴀᴛ
ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴꜱ

ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ɢɪᴠᴇ ᴜᴘ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰɪɢʜᴛ

ʟᴏɴɢ ᴀꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴠᴏɪᴄᴇ ɪɴꜱɪᴅᴇ ᴅʀɪᴠᴇꜱ
ᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ʀᴜɴ ᴀɴᴅ ꜰɪɢʜᴛ

ɪᴛ ᴅᴏᴇꜱɴ'ᴛ ᴍᴀᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴡʜᴏ ɪꜱ ᴡʀᴏɴɢ
ᴀɴᴅ ᴡʜᴏ ɪꜱ ʀɪɢʜᴛ
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"she made me a mii in her little game. . . . . i don't look like that."

𝙏𝙤𝙠𝙮𝙤 𝙙𝙞𝙚𝙙...

...𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙜𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚.