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Send me symbol for my muse’s opinion:

☠ : Opinion on death ➶ : Opinion on killing ☮: Opinion on peace ☯: Do they believe in karma? ✤ : Do they believe in luck? ✟ : Religious beliefs ♂ : Sexuality ☿: Opinion on gender ❤: Opinion on love ❥ :Opinion on love from the first sight ♞: Favorite animal(s) ☕: Favorite food(s) ♛ : Opinion on outer beauty ☀ : Favorite season(s) ☽ : Favorite time of day ☂ : Favorite weather ◎ : Opinion on lying

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Plotting Call~

Like this and I will magically appear in your IM and force you to plot with me…

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Plotting Call~

Like this and I will magically appear in your IM and force you to plot with me…

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Plotting Call~

Like this and I will magically appear in your IM and force you to plot with me…

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“There isn’t a problem. Sure if Filbrick was alive he’d probably have a problem with it…. but he’s probably dead and dead to me so who cares!” Grins and waves a hand. “I never liked skinny jeans. Oh hon…. I don’t need that speech from you.” 

“Well, see. Then it’s all good in the hood,” Wendy said taking on a faux gangsta accent then laughing. She nudged him on the shoulder. “I mean I am like the least likely person to give advise about boyfriends, I mean I have had such a terrible time with it half the time I wonder if I might be going lesbian.”

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Wendy was excellent at keeping her cool, always had been. Her symbol on the cipher wheel was a bag of ice for a reason. That always made it all the more alarming when she was noticeably distressed. Whatever was troubling her, Dipper knew it must be serious, enough so that he couldn’t seem to make himself leave the situation alone. Maybe it was none of his business, but if there was any chance he could help, he saw no reason not to try.

“Wendy?” The younger teen poked his head into the room, thick brows knit together in concern. “Are you okay?”

In the employee break room, or rather what had once been Ford's room, then had been won by dipper, then turned into the break room, Wendy lay on the sofa and stared at the ceiling. When dipper came in she forced herself into a seated position, though her usual chill attitude seemed replaced by one of downer blues, or maybe it was something like stress. Wendy was good at keeping it together, yet she seemed way more frayed than usual, and for her that was saying something.

"Hey Dip," she said flatly. "I'm... well... I guess not okay would be the best way to put it." She really had no clue what to say or how to explain. She didn't even know if she should try to tell Dipper what was going on with her. It was just complicated.

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❛ talk to me. ❜

three word starters.

“I just... I don’t... Oh Dipper...” Wendy said with a heavy sigh as she did her best to try and express anything at all, but the words just would not come. She felt like she wanted to scream, or maybe cry, she really didn’t know.

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Put a Pokemon in my muse’s askbox and they will either catch it or let it go; but they can only catch 6 total!

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My hand slipped

//might be making a side-blog