#pester meme

[yuriplisetsky-rp]

Pester you eh? WELL YOURE A NERD

Okay, and… what’s your point?

[yuriplisetsky-rp]

Hey. Hey. Hey. Hey. Sup? Hey. You like the sun? Clouds? HAY. *Gives a live snake* hey. Look at this GIVE IT BACK. Hey.

Hey.

Uh... yeah, sun and clouds are fine.

*quickly hands the snake back* Yeah, you can keep that.

[ambereyedcetra]

How do you feel for Rosso?

Rosso. How did she feel for Rosso? How did she feel for the crimson demon that tore her humanity, her liberty away with those inhuman, metallic claws? 

Feverish resentment, the immense desire to rip that smirk off her lips, to smother that voice so it may never utter the word “pet” ever again. The aching need to take back dignity, to make that woman pay in blood for the constant onslaught of degradation and pain. 

All of these forces stirred violently within her, yet she couldn’t give them word, not to the one who damned her to such a fate. There was a wry, forced smile upon notched lips. “She’s certainly interesting.”

[mobfellpapy]

*Tapes a 'Kick Me' sign to Jale's back*

The sign hangs from his back all day, but no one dared accept the challenge in fear of finding themselves strapped to the table in his shed/office. Even Sans keeps his distance as Jale had been especially moody lately. 

[axthur-blog]

Was it a good idea to fall for a ghost? She doesn't need you.

Come pester my muse with questions about their life choices.

Did she really? 

Arthur bit his bottom lip hard, drawing a bit of blood from it. His gaze down at the floor, a few hot tears rolling down his cheek. Opening his mouth to speak, nothing came out. 

Maybe she didn’t really need him. 

He was just used for his skill. He vaguely wondered if she even admired his gift to her anymore. She was happy enough with just Lewis and Vivi, right? 

Mystery Skulls didn’t need him. 

He was a useless member, always cowering behind one of the others. He had his moments, but those were a few.  He isn’t fearless and reckless like Vivi. He isn’t brave and thought things through like Lewis. He isn’t fierce and mysterious like Mystery. He isn’t determined and stubborn like Melodie. 

He is skittish and jumpy, hardly knew how to properly aim a ghost hunting weapon without the fear of accidentally hitting their paranormal members with it.

His voice was cracked and strained. “I…I n-need h-her.” His vision blurred as more tears gave way. 

[axthur-blog]

When are you going to get an actual hobby

Come pester my muse with questions about their life choices.

They sounded just like his biological father. Who wanted him to become a businessman or perhaps a football player. Become the dream child he always wanted. But no- instead he was his child. A lanky, skittish mechanic who hunted ghosts with his friends around the country in a van.

 He squeezed his eyes shut, hoping to rid of the stinging in his eyes. Arthur said nothing to this. 

[local-lavamancer-blog]

Pester My Character Meme from Rangerlake

rangerlake

"Alan, almost forgot to tell you, I borrowed some of your books from the lab. Hope you don’t mind."  She went into the kitchen to get some water.  While the faucet was running, she called out a bit more information. "I may have knocked some stuff over on your lab notebook, but I cleaned up up, mostly."

Alan groaned in frustration and walked out of his office to go inspect the damages to his library, less concerned about most of the books then what she had spilled on which notebook.

"Which note book did you spill on? Some of those had some very important notes on my most recent project. It would be painful to have to remake all that data. There is only so much whale bone you can buy at a time for potion making."