LADIES AND GENTLEMEN AND COCKROACHES MAY I PRESENT TO YOU THE INFAMOUS

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1. Post your character with a comment on this here meme.
2. Others will comment on your characters, anonymously or logged in, suggesting ships and prompts they want you to write about.
3. Anything goes, from fluffy to smut to everything in between! Also, there is no word limit, so it can be as short or as long as you want.
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5. ALL THE SHIPPING EVER AND ALSO FEELINGS 

GO GO GO AND SHIP FOR GREAT JUSTICE

also just a note BUT THIS ISN'T LIMITED TO JUST SCRIB PEOPLE you could put your character's ancestors/guardians and whatnot for the shipping too if you want to, whatever floats your boat

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"Cheriour?"

"Hmmmm?" Cheriour looks up from the show program he was perusing through to glance over at the young actor with a quizzical look.

"Can you even read through those things?" Sparks says, gesturing over to his clock glasses with an odd look. Cheriour frowns slightly, adjusting them with his hand. He had made them a long time ago in order to hide those bright orange eyes of his better- Dad had said that orange wasn't exactly the most common of eye colors, and that had prompted Cheriour to make them so that he could show the world ticking hands instead of irises the color of fire.

"Oh, yes, I can! They are a bit hard to look through, but I've gotten rather used to them. Don't worry...I can still see through them and see your name on them, hehe." He lets out a slight laugh, unsure why his cheeks are suddenly flushing- maybe it's because of how Sparks is staring at him intently, or the sudden attention put on those glasses of his, as if a spotlight has been shone from the stage and he's been caught in its crosshairs.

And when Sparks walks up closer, Cheriour starts to edge the glasses off his nose, as if to put them away so they can forget about this whole "can he read through these things" deal, but he's stopped by the gentle brush of Sparks' hand on his.

"No. Leave them on," says Sparks with a smile, and before Cheriour realizes it, that hand is moving to his neck slowly and deliberately, and all he can do is take the kiss Sparks is offering him next without hesitation, though his cheeks are as red as a beet.

And although Sparks can't see them, the eyes behind those glasses of his burn with a spark of passion Cheriour never knew he had, and he's afraid to find out what would happen if Sparks ever discovered it...

I CAN'T EVEN CONTINUE THIS sob this is horrible i'm sorry

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asdlkfjalkfs omg /holds this close to bosom

the best part is Cheriour is not even considering Sparks has fucking pink hair and eyes like a goddamn rose petal child. he is just Cheriour and thus himself and aaah. 8> /so happy

Thank you!

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HEY he has orange hair and orange eyes there is no judging over here, not at all.

and fffffff YOU'RE WELCOME, GLAD YOU LIKED IT now I will go and prompt you, ohohohoh 83c