#askapoasknelial

[taimatrolls]

NH: Yes, living in the sno0w fo0r so0 lo0ng must make yo0u kind o0f sad.

NH: No0 trees to0 lo0o0k at o0r anything.

ES: theʀe iz a lot of tʀeez aʀound heʀe, pine tʀeez!

[22:54] ES: they ztay gʀeen all zweep aʀound

ES: well... azide fʀom when they aʀe coveʀed in znow

ES: i don't know though, i don't think the znow haz eveʀ made me zad... it'z pʀetty? and it'z juzt a paʀt of my woʀld...

NH: Ellhaz yo0u're like a pine tree to0o0, yo0u always stay happy thro0ugh bad weather like that, yo0u always keep yo0ur co0lo0r. :.)

NH: I think that's so0mething I like a who0le lo0t abo0ut yo0u.

ES: :#) ehe..

ES: i'd be youʀ pine tʀee any day

NH: Yo0u are my pine tree every day.

ES: and you aʀe the zun that waʀmz eveʀything up and keepz the pine tʀee with hope, becauze it knowz that no matteʀ how long the winteʀ'z daʀk nightz aʀe the zun will be back zoon

ES: i love you

NH: I lo0ve yo0u to0o0, Ellhaz! :.)

[apollyodon]

Let's Play

"Shit shit shit shit!" why was he playing this-- oh right, because his watchers practically begged him for weeks to do so. Horror games was a staple of his gaming rotation but this was insane. He couldn't even fight! He had to run and hide, how weak was that shit?! "No no no--AAH!! Don't get stuck on that! Fuck!" curse these game mechanics! Ok so that was actually his fault but whatever!

The brown blood in no way tried to keep himself quiet or muffle his swears or screams. It was just his usual recording night and he needed to get at least twenty minutes of video this time before actually stopping. This was insane. Who ever thought this game up was a fucking sadist! Ok, no, he could do this. This would be fine-- Jump scare!

"FUCK!!"

[apollyodon]

Hannah...Hannah... *shoves Seanan over* S'your go with bear cooker here.

[apollyodon]

Cue the smell of roasting bear from outside the Hive. You'd been catching a lot of these things lately. Grinning like a fool as you turn the spit over the fire. She'd smell the meat sooner or later, there was no need to call.

[apollyodon]

You are feeling affectionate. Time to hunt down your 'Sprit again.

"Semideaaaa?"

[apollyodon]

"SEMIDEA!" a rather angry voice calls out from within a certain blueblood's hive, one clawed hand holding up a book that turned up in deplorable condition. Fangs clenched and breaths leaving the usually very calm Troll in hard huffs, he moves through his hive in an attempt to find his matesprit. Contrary to that yell, he was not going to snap at her... mostly because there was no guarantee that the damage had been anything she'd done.

He merely called to see if she knew how it ended up like this. The spine was bent, pages wet with what suspiciously seemed like oil stains and there were tears in the cover and several pages. Books were a treasured thing to Ferrus. Seeing one from his collection in such a state would normally have been enough to make him cry.