OOC:
OOC:
OMG LOU. LOU-LOU.
I can’t believe it took me over a month to realize. ahaha.
I’m shocked and so excited (i just can’t hide it)
OOC:
OMG LOU. LOU-LOU.
ooc:
I don’t want to turn off anon…
so I’m going offline for now.
I don’tthinkthere’s anyone in the group that would send me those kind of messages…but if there is…please stop. It’s not very nice. And if you have a problem with me, I’d love to talk it out with you.
Anyway.
Thanks everyone for coming to the rescue; love each and every one of you dearly!
Open rp:
Muss’ eyes grew wide and disturbed. She shushed Fauna again simply to stop the details from progressing. “This friend deserves a proper burrial, don’t ya’ think?” She gave a sad smile to her fiery friend.
“Yes, she does!” she nodded in agreement. “I know of a place, near mermaid lagoon. It’s a place where the natives bury the young that die too early. I think…I don’t think they’d mind if we brought this one.”
Open rp:
Lou looked around their surroundings. Standing up, she walked over to a pile of rocks. Picking up two large, flat ones, she headed back over to Fauna and handed her a rock. “We can used these to scoop the dirt away.”
“Good!” she cheered, pulling the stone into the dirt, drawing out more than she had with her sore, bare hands. “Oh, so clever,” she whispered to herself, pride swelling in her chest.
A message from Anonymous
YOU ARE INFURIATING. you really need to just go fuck yourself, ok? go away. leave the family to someone who knows what their doing.
(hahaha the troll got trolled)
And I’m sorry, who did you have in mind for that? “Ewe”?
Seriously, you need some help. Here, to show I have no ill feelings, I’ll give you a chart.
Your (possessive, “that is your stupid ask.”) You’re (You are, as in “You are really dumb, for real”).
There (There as in a direction or a place. Like: “Look, over there, there’s that stupid anon.”). Their (possessive: “They don’t even know their shit.”) They’re (They are. As in: “They are a spineless, pale, pathetic lot, and they haven’t got a clue…)
Anyway. I’ve spent too long on this answer. I’m not answering any more of your asks if you feel the incessant need to send them.
Hope you have a nice night. Oh, and study these charts.
Open rp:
Lou stopped digging when Fauna hissed. “Perhaps we should find something else to dig with. It’ll go quicker and you won’t risk getting hurt again.”
Fauna looked up, her face caked in sweat and mud. “What should we use?”
A message from Anonymous
don't correct me you peice of shit!
*piece
These insults are very amusing. Please, keep them coming.
