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Texts From Last Night

Welcome to Folkmore's Texts From Last Night meme! This meme can be used as a branch off from our Test Drive Memes and be used as game canon or just for casual fun in the setting! You do not need to be in our game or be invited to play on our TFLN. This can be a great way to meet current players for future invites, get a feel for the setting, or just have some fun.

This can be used for samples on our applications and used as spoons for players accepted into the game!

TEXTS FROM LAST NIGHT GENERATOR

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[moseyin]

No but can you make me look older



Okay also busty but in a dude way

[fogsong]

I can do that easy! Both older and buffer. Beefier? ...No. I won't use that again.

Oh but when you say old are we talking 95-year-old geriatric his face is sliding off his skull kind of older or...?

[moseyin]

Not having a face like a 14yo girl would be nice
I wanna check out your new rack also

[moseyin]

Respectfully i mean

[moseyin]

IN APPRECIATION OF THE CRAFT I MEAN

[fogsong]

[ AHAHA! Sharon snorts her mouthful of tea the moment the first text comes through and is infinitely grateful she choked on her tea when the final two reach her. Screenshot! Screenshot! Screenshot! Oh, the uses this could have for her in the future! ]

Thank you for my new relic wallpaper!

[moseyin]

shut UP

unlock your door im walking right in

[fogsong]

Who the fuck locks their doors here? I'm in the living room. [ /art studio because half the living room is, in fact, an art studio. With wood and easels and benches and so many places for her to stuff the rainbow of pigments and paints and brushes and canvas because she has a stupidly thoughtful boyfriend. She's in a low-cut sports bra for better access to the goods and while she's done a good job creating the illusion of a fuller chest (that shatters immediately from the side, wooooeeee), she's clearly been trying other things. You know, like trying to make her head look like it's floating! ]

[moseyin]

U don't lock ur door??????

[Of course when you have a monster knife man looking out for you maybe it's not necessary. Anyway Cloud is for sure just walking right in inviting himself into the living room art studio. Her tits do look great in the mirror.]

-you- Okay. [Comes closer. THAT LOOKS SO WEIRD.] So...the boob job wasn't enough, huh. Attention seeker.

[fogsong]

[ She turns, hands on her hips. So goddamn proud. Maybe too proud. ]

Dude, you want to look beefier and adultier, who's really the attention seeker here, huh? [ She looks down and smudges out a shadow that was too harsh. Look, she can't do her makeup worth shit (she's supposed to put what near her eyes? oh fuck you) but she can paint on fake titties and make it look like her head is floating and really isn't that the better talent here? Yeah. Yeah, she thought so, too.

She motions at him. ] You thinking a bodybuilder kind of look?

[moseyin]

If you make the bone look rougher it'll look more realistic, [Cloud says instead of answering her, peering closely at the neck. He's definitely beheaded enough people to know.] So what's this for? You gonna rock up to Euphoria with this on?

[fogsong]

[ Sharon grabs a handheld mirror off the table covered in various containers of paint and makeup and used brushes. It's a bit chaotic. She tilts her head back to get a better view. HMMM. She picks up a detail brush, dips it in a grey-brown, and gets to work before she responds. ]

Nah, it's just for fun. I got curious to see what I could do, watched a couple of tutorials, and spent... [ She glances at a clock and grimaces. ] the whole afternoon doing this.

[ Whatever. She pulls the mirror down and lifts her neck to show Cloud. ] Better? I've never gotten a close look at someone's beheaded neck. [ It looks less like the bone in a spiral ham now. ]

[moseyin]

[Peers in close before nodding in satisfaction. Maybe like, accidentally gets a look down her shirt, which was absolutely not intentional but it was there. He jerks away and casts about for something else to look at. Wow that makeup on that table is. So fascinating, he should read one of these labels for reasons.] -uh, good. Accurate. Looks great, should do this for a living.

[fogsong]

[ Ah—! The way he looks away and the color of his ears clue her in. She straight-up cackles. She should do this for a living. ]

Well, I am an artist and I've painted plenty of breasts. [ Yes, she noticed, how could she not? She nudges him in the side with her elbow, a very physical final jab. ]

[moseyin]

Oh shut up, [he complains, flush reaching even the back of his neck. He sets the foundation back down on the table with a gentle clunk.] Just means that 'contouring' shit works the way it's supposed to.

[fogsong]

No [ she counters as she tosses one of her brushes at him. you're lucky she doesn't own any glitter. ] It means I'm talented and you can suck it. Now, come on! [ She's grabbing another brush. It's hard to tell if it's for further warfare or not. She shakes the fluffy end of the brush his way. ] Let me turn you into an older, beefed-up version of you!

[moseyin]

[catches brush just to show off, puts it with the rest] Can you put stubble on me?

[fogsong]

[ Fucking showoff. She's already going through the shit she's got out for appropriate stubble brushes. ] I've painted stubble, can't be all that different on a person, right? [ Hey yo hold on she's gotta scrutinize those brows of his and gets in a little close. Huh. He's got some really nice skin. Is this a mako thing? Oh, wait, maybe... ] Can you not grow facial hair?

[moseyin]

[They will soon find out if it's different or not! He is your (snarky) canvas.

Cloud pulls over the nearest sittable surface (stool, chair, whatever) and sinks down, though it's probably not that necessary given she's taller. Maybe he just wants to try and stop accidentally looking down her shirt, how about that]

I dunno. [Rubs at his chin despondently] I've never even had to shave...maybe I can't. [He doesn't even remember what his dad looks like so he's got no clue if it runs in the family or if it's just another bullshit side effect from the labs. Either way, he hates it because he would probably look so much more capable and immediately respectable with a beard.]

[fogsong]

[ It's a stool, baby, because she's not going to do makeup on the nice couch on the living room side of the room. ]

Damn, I'm jealous. I get this one chin hair... [ She trails off as she digs through brushes, distantly aware that this may be some side effect of his time in Hojo's care (fucker). She chooses a black plastic sponge with an uneven, pockmarked surface. Then she grabs a palette (it's just a variety of browns, she's not gonna give him baby blue stubble even if it'd be... a serve, honestly), takes him by the chin to make him look up at her, and gets to work.

It's a little scratchy as she bounces the sponge on his skin. ] If this works out, maybe it'll start a trend and I can open up my own stubble shop, give everyone The Look and make bank.

[moseyin]

[Why do you have a nice couch tho, what are u, rich]

Do a chin hair transplant. I'll take it. [Closes his eyes so he's not staring awkwardly at her ear or looking too obvious about trying to avoid eye contact. If she draws stubble half as good as she paints beheaded-ness or contours nice tits, it'll look great.] Open that shop though. Isn't there already that clothes place? Just open up next door, makeover avenue.

[fogsong]

[ hey. this fancy hobbit hole was decorated by a multi-millennia-old vampire! it's exactly what one would expect. the home of a fancypants noble (with a splash of the messy artistic twenty-year-old).

She appreciates when he closes his eyes. How awkward is it being this close? Bounce, bounce, bounce. She stops now and then to take a step back to get a different perspective. Thus far, she's got the general shape and look of the beard down. It's very flat, though. Needs more shadow. ]

Nah, fuck whole makeovers. I'd just be a stubble stop. That's the only thing I'd do. [ Hold on let her grab a detail brush (did you know she paints with these... they're mostly clean don't worry). Time for individual hairs, baby! ] Plus, I couldn't do someone's eyeliner. I get the heebies just trying to do my own.

[moseyin]

[Kinda twitches. That tickles...girl is that a tiny brush, you are getting HELLA detailed up in there.] Got an eye phobia thing?

[fogsong]

[ She's aiming for as realistic stubble as a girl can get with a paintbrush and years of artistic experience. ]

Mmm. [ Oh. Wait. Actually... & now all she can think about is the nurse in her little red cardigan, always crying after Alessa lashed out, eyes bleeding and milky. ] I might. They make me a little uncomfortable. Not enough I'd panic but enough I'd rather avoid them.

[ Oooh! She pauses, steps back, and finally nods to herself, pleased. The stubble ages him some but she digs it. She grabs a mirror, holds it up, and says: ] Feels like I should call you Sir Strife or something. What do you think?

[moseyin]

[Hmm, she might? Files that away in Important Sharon Info in case it comes up. Knowing Thirteen...it probably will, at some point.

Sharon moves away and Cloud opens his eyes, taking the mirror from her. He's not expecting much; maybe some weird kind of disconnect, like when he'd first seen her severed head makeup. The double-take that comes when your brain doesn't believe your eyes, not that it's-

He stills.

A few seconds of staring, then Cloud reaches up slowly with one hand, almost touching the 'stubble' before lowering his hand back down, not wanting to smudge it.] ...it looks real, [he murmurs, something tight in his voice. There are different colors in the brushstrokes; it almost looks like the hairs would catch the light if he turned his face, it looks so convincing. Very, very convincing. He can't stop staring, something swelling up in his chest.

Could his dad have looked like this?]