NIGHTMARE EYES

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gregg-the-fox:

“Too bad the crossbow didn’t malfunction and shoot the arrow in your face..” 

    “Too bad you didn’t shoot your face off with it.”

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hesinmycorner:

It’s basically that, only it’ll have like a melodic guitar in the background and stuff.”

Angus glanced at her and decided to sit down. He waited patiently for the small cat to start singing. Though he would do his best not to cringe if she could not sing well. He did not like having a ear for music that much. 

He was surprised by her singing voice. She was not too bad. The words made him feel a little sad. There was a worry that sprung into his head. Was she afraid of them leaving? Even if Gregg and he left, she would have Bea. He also thought her song sounded like something that Casey would write. But he decided it was best not to mention that. 

“ That was good. You should sing it for the rest of the band, Mae. “

He paused and started to clap a bit too. 

“ Do you have sheet music to go with it? I think Gregg would be able to play a acoustic guitar if you asked. “ 

    “Really?! You think so?”

She inquired in a rather innocent tone, this was the first time Mae actually tried to create something, and the fact that it was nice felt incredibly good. Is this what validation felt like? Man, she should’ve tried this a long time ago instead of living in an eternal circle of self-deprecation.

    “I do have a music sheet, hold on.”

From another pocket she pulled another crumpled up note, handing it to the large bear.

    “And, actually, I would like if you sang for the guys Angus, I just can’t wait to hear it in your voice!”

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itsplanbea:

“Are you discounting my use of buckets as a proper measurement for the level of etiquette one has? Why, I’ve got at least six buckets just sitting back here not in use, and you insult me like this.”

“Your etiquengines are just firing on all cylinders today. You might burn out on manners if you keep this up.”

    “Bah, no way, I found a way to make infinite fuel for the etiquengines, my manners are literal eternal!”

    “You could use some, since your  six etiquette buckets been running low for a while, lady Santello! Also CRUMPETS! That’s and etiquette word right?””

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gregg-the-fox:

“Too Bad I didn’t I stab the middle of your arm during the last knife fight we had.” he says, pulling their running gag.

    “Too bad you didn’t fell facefirst on your knife, impaling your brain.”

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itsplanbea:

dropoutkitty replied to your post “It’s called etiquette, people. You introduce yourself first if you…”

“I have etiquette!”

“Yeah you do, Mae. You’ve got buckets of etiquette.”

    “Is that sarcasm? Good crumpus! That’s really unetiquette-like, Lady Santello! Now excuse me while ah have to drink tea from the coppah!”

    “See? I have etiquette coming out of my butt!”

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hesinmycorner:

“ Really? “ 

“ Can you sing it? “ Could Mae sing? He was not sure. 

    “I can! ...Kind off, I’m more of a backup singer, but ya know, I think I can handle a few high notes.”

Mae rather enthusiatically pulls out from the pocket of her jeans a crumpled up paper note with the lyrics she had. This was quite a really exciting moment for the little kitty, she’d always felt somewhat useless lately, so doing this felt a slight sense of purpose that was sorely lacking ever since she dropped out of school.

“♪Ahem....Before happiness seemed like it was Nothing and simply just a chore I just want to be seen by the world and Come clean, I can't take this anymore All the problems, we'll just have to solve them So we have to calculate No chance for an escape from this horrible place A problem I can relate... I used to be the one on the top But now I'm all alone and it's stopped And now as you can see, I'm stuck in between real life and a dream♫”

She kept singing until the end, seemingly getting oddly emotional about it, although not even Mae is aware of it, as a matter of fact, she doesn’t seem to be aware of the similarities of the lyrics and her own life, for the kitty, she just came up with something nice sounding. Once she was done singing, she just came back to normal and glanced back to the young man expectantly.

    “So, what did you think? It’s basically that, only it’ll have like a melodic guitar in the background and stuff.”

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PSA To all my followers.

I really appreciate the gesture, but please don’t reblog RPs you’re not a part of, it messes with my activity and makes search for threads a nightmare. Thank you.

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gregg-the-fox:

“And you are my kneecap bustingist friend Mae…” he did not care if bustingist wasn’t a work. Mae was the best kneecap buster he knew.

    “D’awww you flatterer.”

    “Too bad I didn’t bust your head, making you bleed to death though.”

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Reblog this post if you want to be friends with a goth alligator who hates feelings and smokes 90% of the time

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@hesinmycorner

    “Fine, I’ll just say it!”

    “I wrote a song! An actual living, breathing song, with lyrics on it and everything.”

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gregg-the-fox:

“Depends on how big the pizza was…Though I don’t think one pizza will get you fat…If you ate like 3-4 whole pizzas, then most likely you would put on some Pudge. Also you are Speaking with you best Stabby Stab Friend here..”

    “You are my stabbiest friend, Gregg! And I don’t just say that to anyone else!”

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n-ightmareeyes                                        

[🐈] “I don’t want your laptop. I’ve got my own. Anyway, this is pretty cool! Another me! You dealt with a cult too, huh?”

    “Well, wouldn’t say I dealt with it, as much as I stumbled upon it, while they awkwardly explained their plot to me.”

    “Man, our lives are weird.”

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Quietly stares at the cat with his big yellow eyes. //sorry he is curious

    “…”

Mae stares at him back, making an spontaneous staring competition.

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How can you be a cat and have a pet cat at the same time what kind of slavery is that

    “Well, why do humans keep monkeys in cells at the zoos, huh? Aren’t you guys basically the same thing? Huh? Huh? You guys are keeping your cousins in jail! You aware of that?”

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[🐈] "Whoa. Am I seeing things, or are you another me?" Mae asked, looking at the other dark blue cat before her. (n-ightmareeyes.)

    “Seriously? First the creepy cult thing, now I have like…a doppelganger or something?”

    “I don’t care what anyone says, I’m NOT sharing my laptop!”

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gregg-the-fox:

“You got one hell of a stomach Mae, but you might hate yourself for it later…”

    “I’m sorry, am I speaking to Angus right now? Or with my best stabby stab friend? C’mon dude,it ain’t like one pizza will get me fat...””

    “...right?”

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fangbirth:

    ‘Yeah, I figured you were just trying to make conversation. The name’s Marceline…the Vampire Queen. What’s a cat like you doing out on a night like this?’

    “Yep, that’s me...a real smooth talk...smooth as butter...”

Mae uttered, somewhat awkwardly, the girl was never that good at speaking with cute people, even non-romantically. One of the reasons she hated cute people, how dare they have such an awestruck aesthetic, they should all like...ugly it up like the rest of the world.

But again, like any teenager or young adult, the girl contradicts herself as she approached a cute person to talk to. This Marceline girl just seemed...chill, and she had a guitar, so they at least had one interest in common.

    “Me? Oh, nothing much, just like to stretch my legs. So...Vampire Queen, huh? Do you like...wear a crown or something? Is that like a heritage thing, or you guys are a democratic vampire community? Or maybe is a competition of the person who drinks more blood wins or something.”