#bristolbasher

[theshortestsniper-blog]

"I'll keep quiet about the dog all you want, just don't let it bark at me. Barking freaks me out."

“He’s a dog, I cannot guarantee if he will bark at you or not like any other dog owner. His breed is known for being ‘barkless,’ but as you can tell he, uh…yodels.”

[fivenightsatfreddysfanfiction]

So Damien loves lemon cookies (not that I blame him, lemon cookies are amazing), but what if someone brought him those donuts filled with lemon jelly? Does he likes those, or no?

Not so much since jelly donuts tend to be kind of sticky and messy and Damien’s a bit of a neat freak. He allows for a little untidiness, and knows he’ll make a huge mess fighting Springtrap, but when it comes to things getting on his clothes or furniture, he gets really annoyed by it.

[mathematicalscars-archive]

“...” Pokes the K.O’d Scout before proceeding to put a blanket over her and walk off.

No one saw that. No one.

[lolzman87]

I ship you with your voice because you know each other best.

I’d be devastated if my voice ever left me. 

[knox-the-sniper]

"Hey Knox, do you know anything about corn snakes?"

"What’s there ta know ‘bout’em? Their small lil’ buggahs, that ya might keep as a pet." The sniper answered with a slight shrug, "Why do ya ask?"

[tickingpipebombs]

bristolbasher replied to your post:"Can I just fuckin’— Step on you if you’re going...

"I would appreciate not getting stepped on today, thanks. But since I can’t talk about your height I… um… like your accent?"

"M...m'accent?

Uh... thanks."

Nervous head rubbing.

"S'pose I should get t'actually know you, then, huh..."

[theshortestsniper-blog]

bristolbasher said: "It’s not too bad during the day. Nights though… yeeaaaah. Let’s just say I’m thankful for fluffy blankets."

Normally an amiable greeting would come from the sniper but not today. Rather, the scout would be greeted by a flying mass of blanket to the face. A quilt, to be exact. A thick, white quilt with a simple pattern of alternating blue and yellow squares actually.

Yes, it was uncouth of her. Yes, it was unwarranted. However, one more gift had been delivered and that was all that mattered to her at this time...even if it was given in an ineffective manner.

[theshortestsniper-blog]

"Sheesh, E. What did that poor little clock ever do to you?"

An austere scowl and creased brow met the scout. With face drawn taut and posture rigid, the sniper gave folded her arms before uttering a curt huff.

"I hate clocks..."