nopesies

• nopesy

From nope +‎ -sies.

nopesies

1. (childish) No.
   • 2000 August 6, seeke...@my-deja.com, “Ping....Ellison...”, in alt.religion.angels‎^[1] (Usenet), archived from the original on 26 May 2025:

     > BTW pinging is neither new, or a breech of ng nettiquite, besides, it's
     > gives everyone else something to reply to :-)
     nopesies, i did't think it was, i was just tyrin to hep, like the girl who made shakenbake

     Note: Quoted as is.

   • 2015 January 5, Karen S. Cole, The Rainbow Horizon: A Tale of Goofy Chaos, Ghost Writer, Inc. | Rainbow Writing, Inc., →ISBN:

     Nopesies. Now, you HAVE been given all the pertinent data about the murder.

   • 2019, Deb Meyer, Momma Needs a Break: A Monologue‎^[2], Columbus, Wis., via Playwrights’ Center, page 2:

     I said, “hi, I’d like to schedule a massage with Jill.” She says (using a perky high-pitched voice) “Okay, how about seven, this evening?” “Perfect” I said. “That’s with Jill, right?” “Nopesies,” with Angie, she squeaked.

   • 2021 November 16, Kurone Kanzaki, translated by Adam Seacord, “Fireworks”, in Demon Lord, Retry!, volume 7 (Chapter 9: The Capital Burns), [San Antonio, Tex.]: J-Novel Club, →ISBN:

     “Patrol the city with the rest. If there’s anyone suspicious, throw them into the slammer.” / “Martial law, huh? Gotcha, gotcha!” / “I don’t need to remind you what happens if you screw this up, do I…?” / “Nopesies. I’m just going to work for my pay… […]”

   • 2025 April 3, Elayne Grimes, chapter 4, in Escape to the Highland Retreat, [London]: Storm Publishing, →ISBN:

     ‘Ooh, like that guy in Van der Valk, the blond guy with the leather jacket – an older version of that? He’s a bit tasty!’ / Ruaridh shook his head. ‘What’s that thing we sometimes watch on Netflix when the boys have gone to bed, D? The comedian guy in the house. The neighbour that slides in the door.’ / ‘Seinfeld?’ suggested Dina after a moment’s thought. / ‘That’s the one.’ / ‘The neighbour? The big lanky guy? Kramer?’ / ‘Nopesies.’

   • 2025 April 29, John Vurro, chapter 11, in Play, Rewind, [Chicago, Ill.]: Tortoise Books, →ISBN:

     I say, “Are you sure this isn’t weird? Being…” I point to Mom. “You know?” / “Nopesies. It’s nice to be someone else,” Lola says. “For a bit.”