Red Stained Pieces

one of my friends said they sent a nsfw m!a to her and that itd irritate me

waw

really

[[ SO CUTEEEEEE!!!! ]]

[ (」゜ロ゜)」

stop it

im not cute

(・・。)ゞ

[ （　´∀｀） Cuuuutiiiie ]

[ ew no 

thats not me

Please leave a message after the beep. Nepeta Vantas is currently drowning herself in alcohol.

ew gross

its me--

✉: For a regular text message from my muse.

♣: Here, have a not so regular (maybe even a dirty one) text message.

✍: For what my muse has written about yours in their diary.

✎: For an unsent letter from my muse (May be AU if you want, just let me know what kind of AU you want).

☎: For a drunk phone call.

☏: How about a voice message from my muse?

♥: The favorites of my muse- can be anything from music to sex positions, you're allowed to specify what you want.

∞: A random headcanon about my muse and yours.

☯: Here, have a hug from my muse.

☮: An argument I think my muse would have with yours.

♪: I've put all of my songs on shuffle- now I have to write a drabble involving our muses with the next song that comes on.

♬: Would you care to dance? My muse has to dance with yours.

♛: My muse is royalty for a day and you are their loyal subject- wait, what? What would my muse's reaction be to this idea?

♚: You are my master- hold on. What if my muse was the loyal subject, how would this go?

✖: Your muse is drowning in the bathtub when mine walks into the bathroom.

☠: Your muse has died, this is how mine reacts.

❂: My muse is clumsy and crashes into yours.

✈: Our muses are on a plane together, by accident or choice. This is what happens.

☢: It's too hot outside, how does my muse suggest our muses cool down?

ϟ: There's a storm going on and our muses are stuck together in a house- how will this go?

☂: It's pouring down and your muse forgot their umbrella, will my muse offer up theirs?

✧: Our muses went to eat out- where?

★: The stars are shining beautifully and my muse wants you to see them.

☾: It's in the middle of the night and my muse had a nightmare about yours- what does my muse do?

☼: The sun is shining bright and your muse got the bright idea of going out, does my muse agree with this?

☄: My muse is lost, luckily there is cellphone reception- does my muse dare to call yours for help?

♤: Our muses are playing a game, which kind and who is winning?

☻: Your muse got sunburnt, my muse didn't- how'd it happen and how'll mine help?

♒: Our muses are at the beach together, by accident or not, and yours was a bit too close to the waves- will my muse laugh or perhaps be helpful?

♦: Your muse asked mine to marry them, what's my muse's reaction?

◊: Your muse comes to mine, crying, how does my muse react?

✘: Scars aren't very pretty- my muse has to show you theirs.

> Check up on Nepeta Vantas.

Nepeta was laid out on the floor, surrounded by broken glass and full alcohol bottles alike, face flushed with red as she stared out across the room, on her side, body aching from the recent nonsense concerning losing her mind to a horrorterror she never wanted to encounter. Her bright red eyes were puffy and ringed with red, nose stuffed up and throat burning as she grappled for a half empty bottle of whiskey, moving slightly to drink some as the strong taste slithered down her throat and scratched it, and ending up making her down all of it as she waved a hand at the red wine that was just out of her reach, making her throw the previous bottle of alcohol at the wall lightly.

As it shattered, the troll whimpered and the tears came again as she moved forward a bit to get her hands on the bottle, popping it open and pressing the open end to her lips, drinking some as the feeling of intoxication numbed the pain of the past few days. Unfortunately, even the alcohol couldn't stop the murmur of a sentence that's been coursing through her mind from slipping off her tongue before she could even think of stopping it.

"F'rget, f'rgot, forgott'n..."