paraplegic-desperado started following you

oh„

hello~! ):D

fiduspawnandfaeries:

demurerascal:

And suddenly you’re smiling again. Still a little sniffly and teary, but smiling nonetheless, and give the troll a hug.

“You’re so niceeeee~ thankyou~ I…”

You pause, letting yourself hiccup one more due to the crying and intoxication before continuing, “I wish you were my lushuuuuush, cause gauraurmomma will get all bitchy’ n suuuuch…”

You are absofuckinglutely ridiculous.

This is ridiculous. This is BEYOND ridiculous. But you can’t give up! That isn’t very nice at all to give up in the middle of things! So you continue to hug and shooshpap the troll; petting her hair in the process. “Don’t, um, think about that, not for, uh, not for now, okay? You’re uh, I’ll—I’ll go with you and uh, explain the situation when the time uh, comes, alright?” Poor babbuuu.

You suddenly pout and start whining again. However, your voice is getting more and more quiet as you get more and more sleepy. 

“Nooo, I’m not a wriggleeeerrr….”

Again, you cuddle closer and swing your legs over the older troll’s lap, latching on like…well, a wriggler.

“I—” now you yawn, and nuzzle into his chest, “I cuh…I can handle iiit…..”

(( Which means less caps, woo.

heR noRmal wRiting is like this„ to put it simply, this is the, “demuRe” mode„

BUT WHEN EXCITED, HEr VOLUME TENDS TO rISE„ ALSO HAPPENS WHEN rATHEr IrrITATED Or UNABLE TO HANDLE SOMETHING~! THIS CAN ALSO BE , SIMPLIFIED TO ‘rASCAL’ MODE„,

also tildes before exclamation points and question marks. :’3

So now that’s like

less caps lock for me to type, fuckyee.))

fiduspawnandfaeries:

demurerascal:

fiduspawnandfaeries:

demurerascal:

Clumsily you crawl up and plop down on the couch next to your kind host, snuggling up closer than you probably should to this nice stranger.

“I-I, um, I feel dizzy, and nothing is beautiful and -hic- everything hurts and”

god you don’t even know what you’re blabbering about anymore.

“‘n my lusus, she’ll get mad, n’-hic- scold me and I, won’t be able to go out and party anymore, and and ‘n…”

You lost your train of thought and continue to sniffle miserably for no real reason.

You give a half-sigh and wrap your arms around the girl, giving her a nice snuggle. “Shhhh. Only uh, hugs now.” You murmur and kiss the top of her head; for some reason—you feel inclined to act motherly to this strange troll. Maybe it’s her horns; they look a LOT like yours only not really. Or maybe it’s because she’s such a poor little thing, maybe it’s because she reminds you a little of yourself.

You’ll never know why you want to protect her though, because you leave it at ‘just because I want to’. 

You hiccup and whimper, hiding your face in the older troll’s shoulder (mindful of the horns, of course) and latch on to his shirt.

“I -hic- don’t even know why I’m sad and—” again, you hiccup and swallow, reminding yourself that breathing is kind of important before you continue your drunken rambling, “‘m sorry for being such a trouble n’ such to a shtranger ‘n wehhhh….”

You rub her back and huggle the heck outa this little cutie. “Really, um, I don’t—I’m not mad, please don’t be upset okay, that’s probably just the uh, alcohol talking anyways.” You kiss her temple next and give her a snuggle. 

And suddenly you’re smiling again. Still a little sniffly and teary, but smiling nonetheless, and give the troll a hug.

“You’re so niceeeee~ thankyou~ I…”

You pause, letting yourself hiccup one more due to the crying and intoxication before continuing, “I wish you were my lushuuuuush, cause gauraurmomma will get all bitchy’ n suuuuch…”

You are absofuckinglutely ridiculous.

fiduspawnandfaeries:

demurerascal:

Clumsily you crawl up and plop down on the couch next to your kind host, snuggling up closer than you probably should to this nice stranger.

“I-I, um, I feel dizzy, and nothing is beautiful and -hic- everything hurts and”

god you don’t even know what you’re blabbering about anymore.

“‘n my lusus, she’ll get mad, n’-hic- scold me and I, won’t be able to go out and party anymore, and and ‘n…”

You lost your train of thought and continue to sniffle miserably for no real reason.

You give a half-sigh and wrap your arms around the girl, giving her a nice snuggle. “Shhhh. Only uh, hugs now.” You murmur and kiss the top of her head; for some reason—you feel inclined to act motherly to this strange troll. Maybe it’s her horns; they look a LOT like yours only not really. Or maybe it’s because she’s such a poor little thing, maybe it’s because she reminds you a little of yourself.

You’ll never know why you want to protect her though, because you leave it at ‘just because I want to’. 

You hiccup and whimper, hiding your face in the older troll’s shoulder (mindful of the horns, of course) and latch on to his shirt.

“I -hic- don’t even know why I’m sad and—” again, you hiccup and swallow, reminding yourself that breathing is kind of important before you continue your drunken rambling, “‘m sorry for being such a trouble n’ such to a shtranger ‘n wehhhh….”

(( d-does anyone have any suggestions……))

phinnedharmonic:

hey there, both oph  you!

it’s reely nice to meet you. C8

i phind it’s always nice to see new phaces.

NICE TO MEET YOU TOO„ ):D

wHAT’S YOUr NAME~?

MINE IS KArOVA NIrTYA~!