Mick. 23. Female. Fangirl for all things Dragon Age. Fallout. Pokemon Trainer. Lover of video games. RWBY. Critical Roll.

Last update
2020-06-05 23:22:51

    I would be the worst spy of all time because on one hand I overshare like hell, but on the other hand I also have THE shittiest memory so it’s really a lose/lose scenario for everyone involved.

    <>guy interrogating me: What’s the passcode?

    <>me: Ah fuck. I think it might be 792…..4?

    <>me: Actually no I think it starts with a 2.


    <>me: Yeah I usually just rely on muscle memory for it. Do you think you could get a keypad in here? That might be faster.

    <>guy interrogating me: who do you work for?!

    <>me: Okay, so this is super embarrassing. I know he told me his name when we first met but I forgot and at this point it would be weird if I asked him for his name again, right? So I just kind of go with “sir” whenever I have to talk to him. It might be David though. He looks like a David.

    <>me, after being extracted: bad news guys, I totally blew Dave’s cover.

    <>my boss: Wait, what?

    <>me: Yeah, like they had knives and shit and it was kind of stressful so I just told them that my contact’s name was David Johnson. Really sorry about that.

    <>boss: We don’t have a David Johnson working for us. Are you thinking of James?


    <>me: Good news, guys, I did not blow James’ cover!

    <>Enemy 1: So, how did the interrogation go?

    <>Enemy 2: We got nothing. All they did was ramble on about their childhood trauma for two hours.

    <>Enemy 1: Hmm. maybe lower the dose of the truth serum next time.

    <>Enemy 2: We didn’t use truth serum.

    <>Me: *Removes my cat from my lap to do something else.*

    <><>My cat:<> Father is...evil? Father is unyielding? Father is incapable of love? I am running away. I am packing my little rucksack and going out to explore the world as a lone vagabond. I can no longer thrive in this household.

    The spiritual successor to Miette

    Might I also add

    May i add the piece from artist Verbal Vomit

    Glad to see we’re all in agreement that cats talk like disparaged victorian children