bad girl bad girl

❝ if you need me, i'll be over there watching kim possible lose.

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Is anyone even on here anymore.. Sucks to see this rpg flop.. it was one of my favorites..

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davina:

“I’m not saying that what you’re wearing is atrocious, but it’s completely atrocious. I don’t know how anyone let you out of the house like that,” Davina replied with a smirk on her face. 

“Good thing the only person I answer to is myself.” Shego snapped (and so what if that wasn’t entirely true-- Drakken had been DL enough that she could bend that truth without feeling bad about it). 

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star:

“I’m telling you! That blast came from this wand thingy that I had when I woke up from the hospital! It wasn’t intentional. I just.. I can’t control this thing! Oh please don’t be angry! Come on. Smile. Happy fun times. I’ve got a really cool wand… life is great!”

Shego was less than convinced. “So you’re saying you’ve got a magic wand...what’s next? A letter from Hogwarts?” She snorted at her own joke. 

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marceline:

“I feel like my cat and I are playing mind games. I need more friends.”

“Don’t look at me.” Shego half-threatened, not looking up from her nail beds. 

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blossom:

“ So – I learned this neat little trick for giving feedback. It’s called a compliment sandwich. So what I do is I start with something nice about you, then I give you feedback, and then end with another compliment! Let’s begin.

“ I really, really love the way your shirt makes your eyes pop, but your math is really wrong. Totally. Like, incorrect to the max. And, also… did I mention your eyes? ”

Compliments did little for Shego’s ego-- she had to glance down just to remember what shirt she was even wearing, and her head snapped right back up once she heard the criticism “sandwiched” into Blossom’s sentence. “Are you kidding me? No way is this incorrect.” She jabbed the tip of her pencil into the notebook-- she’d spent way too long on that equation for some Kim Possible-look alike with twice the pep (GOD how was that even possible? no pun intended) to criticize her for it. 

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boo:

    “  so apparently i overshare which i don’t think i do but someone said i do and i was wondering what you think. is it oversharing to talk about how sometimes you really have to sneeze but then you suddenly can’t and you get disappointed? is it oversharing when you let a person know why you always wear a certain necklace? is it oversharing when you describe what your favorite desert in the whole world? or is it just talking a lot? am i talking a lot? i’m talking a lot. ”

It wasn’t like Shego didn’t talk fast-- she could rant, and she could run on her sentences, and she wasn’t embarrassed when she did either. But the speed and intensity at which she was currently being addressed was almost overwhelming; and from someone so small? She had to blink a few times in the silence that followed just to regain her bearings. Even once she was sure the spiel was done, she let the silence linger (in part just to appreciate it was there at all), before nodding, deciding that what had just happened was more obnoxious than confusing. “Just a little.” She deadpanned.

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maría:

“ no confías en me?! ” maría asked with a hand to her heart and a giggle following suit. “ your food will be on your plate just fine. ”

“Why would I?” Shego smirked, eyeing the skillet dubiously. “I’ve seen you in a kitchen before. I know how it goes.” It was a false jab-- María had cooked some of the best food Shego had ever tasted. Ever. But she could sacrifice those moments for the sake of the joke-- that was how her comebacks operated, more often than not. 

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oswald:

He tilted his head, “Sorry to say; I’m offended,” he continued to dance to the song, but this time with just a subtle twist and shoulder pop, “Are you more of a ‘please ma’am dance with me’ type?” he looked into her eyes, “Naw. Doesn’t seem right. What’ll it take for you to join me in Funky Town?”

“A buttload of cash,” Shego said, all too bluntly. She wasn’t ashamed of admitting it-- bribery worked for good reasons. It was enough to corrupt entire governments to cushion their pockets-- why wouldn’t she bite for the same thing? “If you can show me that, I’ll do the hokey-pokey.” 

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bonnibel: 

Bonnie smiled as her lips met the other girl, biting her lip gently as they pulled away, “I waited far to long for that.”

It was crazy-- even her voice (especially her voice, especially like that) made Shego’s stomach do weird little flips. She wasn’t used to people getting to her like that, or getting her like this, and for once she almost didn’t have anything to say. 

“Well was it worth it?” She managed, feigning her confidence, but there was something genuine about the question. 

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bonnibel:

“I’m saying you do and I just want a kiss.” 

“That I can help you with.” Shego leaned in, and for all her confidence and witticism and sarcasm and whatever else, whatever-- her heart still fluttered when she did it.

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maría:

         “ okay. i promise you, i’m a very good cook. i swear. this pan just is very new and very slippery apparently! ” maría giggled as yet another pancake almost slipped over the side.

“María,” Shego started, stifling a laugh behind her hand. “Tal vez quieras parar? You’re going to drop my dinner.” 

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angelica:

“You gonna stay and play? Not like you have anything better to do, right?”

“Eh,” Shego shrugged, sinking into the chair beside Angelica. She was short on quips, and it actually didn’t sound any worse than what she actually had to do...

“What could be better than kicking your ass?” (What could she say? The comebacks just came to her). 

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wendy:

“No, please.. Tell me.” She said, almost desperately.

“You wouldn’t get it.” Shego decided, suddenly angry with herself for having tried to talk to anyone at all. She was so stupid sometimes. 

She avoided making eye-contact-- that kind of thing could break a girl’s resolve-- and crossed her arms over her chest, like she was locking herself up.

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oswald:

“Or…” he snapped a few finger guns her way, “we could go with yes,” he threw an invisible lasso around her and pulled it, hopping to her (a classic move).

As hard as she tried to make her face unreadable, she couldn’t stop herself from scrunching her nose up and scoffing at his lasso-move. Classic. “No offense,” she started, eyeing him with something between amusement and disgust, “But you’re not exactly a master of persuasion.” 

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bonnibel:

Bonnie smirks with a shrug, “I might need some help remembering..”

Shego leaned across the table, more standing than sitting, and brushed her hands against Bonnie’s as casually as she could. “So you’re saying I don’t make an impression?” She countered, eyebrows arched. 

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bonnibel:

“You really think you can help me with this?”

“Please-- you forget who you’re talking to?”