texts from last night (in deerington)

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TEXTS FROM LAST NIGHT

INSTRUCTIONS:

▶ Post a top level with a handful of randomly generated texts from TFLN (cw: very nsfw) AND/OR write texts that your character might have sent after a long night at the Hair of the Dog/down in the sinkholes/recovering from October etc. The more ridiculous and messy the better!

▶ Reply to other people's texts, assuming your character received one either through misfire or on purpose! They can be game canon or not, it's up to you (though they can't count for AC)!

▶ Have fun, stay chill, enjoy some silliness!

Comments

[hollow_man]

i isn't even been here terribly long and i know not to be surprised by anything.

[speed_of_snark]

They got fried?

It's actually not very loud. I think I'M the loud one.

[subject_013]

For once, it would appear, she had someone's pleasure rather than discomfort in mind. Perhaps after all the tricks of October, she's granting folk some treats?

[clickclickbloom]

Oh.
Oh!
OH!
You mean like a codeword in battle!
We use those with team attacks. Bumblebee is Yang and Blake, Freezerburn is Weiss and Yang, Ice Flower is me and Weiss, and Ladybug is me and Blake.

[hallucinogem]

No, Ruby.
Close, but no.
I thought Weiss was gonna explain this to you but I guess it falls on my shoulders.
Sigh. Okay.
So when a huntress and another huntress love each other very much, they might decide to do something fun together.
And sometimes that fun thing is dangerous, because maybe they have messed up ideas of what fun is, and nobody gets to judge them for it.
So they come up with a code word to say if something gets too dangerous, because maybe usual things like "stop" or "no" are part of it now.

[clickclickbloom]

Wait.
I'm confused.
We're still talking about fighting here, right?
Because this sounds an awful lot like a fight.
But like a fight between two people who like each other a whole lot.
So like a love spar.
Is that what this is?

[hallucinogem]

I was definitely not talking about fighting.
But yeah. A love spar!
Sure!
That's not technically the wrongest answer.
Gods, I wish you'd stop being so innocent for like five seconds.

[clickclickbloom]

Oh. Okay! I got it.
That makes sense.
I think I get behind a love spar.
Wait.
What's that supposed to mean?

[hallucinogem]

Well, I wouldn't have to talk in so many euphemisms if saying what I mean out loud didn't feel like kicking a puppy!
And you might have noticed but I'm trying to not be evil anymore.
It's been years since a puppy got underfoot.

[survivalthroughhate]

Can't it be both?

[survivalthroughhate]

Yes. I got into an argument with that little brat called Glitch and he electrocuted me during the course of it, which caused my legs to short out. He's a menace.

If you look around in the room and don't see a loud person, then yes, you ARE the loud one. That's how I discovered I was the quiet one in most scenarios.

[survivalthroughhate]

That is one way to look at it. After all, there is balance in all things. I was so tormented in October it was nice to have something good finally happen.

[speed_of_snark]

Sounds like kids I've taught.
So your legs are robotic all the way?

Awww. You're shy.

[survivalthroughhate]

My entire lower half from the waist down is robotic. The unfortunate consequence of a duel I lost many years ago.

When I was a child and young adult, perhaps. [Truth be told, he'd been terrified of speaking out of turn for fear Sidious would severely punish him. He'd been very shy and skittish as a child before his heart became hardened.] Now I've merely learned the wisdom of using as few words as possible and learning to listen instead.

[speed_of_snark]

So. Wait.
Do you have a robot dick?

Yeah, that's a lesson more of us should probably learn.

[survivalthroughhate]

No.

[The laconic answer really says more than words ever could, while also raising more questions.]

Somehow, I doubt it would stick with you.

[speed_of_snark]

So no dick at all.

Hey, I can learn when I feel like it.

[survivalthroughhate]

Unless you feel the need to add me to your harem, that is none of your business.

[..... Yup. No dick.]

And how often do you feel like it?

[speed_of_snark]

Not impossible. You're actually pretty hot.

Depends.

[oversight]

A promise of a threat? Or a threat of a promise? Now we're really getting deep here.

1/3

[survivalthroughhate]

[He's about to respond when the first part of that statement hits him.]

2/3

[survivalthroughhate]

[Wait. Whaaaaa--]

3/3

[survivalthroughhate]

You flatter me. But even if I was interested, I think my significant other might object, and then proceed to rip out your throat with his claws.

[Reaper can be a bit of the jealous type.]

[survivalthroughhate]

You'd be amazed how often that doesn't happen here. The local populace can be frightfully dull sometimes.

[speed_of_snark]

Oh honey, I'm used to men with claws. Not scared at all.

He sounds great.