Cheriour Leclair (
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LADIES AND GENTLEMEN AND COCKROACHES MAY I PRESENT TO YOU THE INFAMOUS

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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In contrast, the girl wasn't bothered at all. Perrix struck her as a bit odd, certainly, but then he was a troll and not a human. Not that that made him any less interesting! On the contrary, he was just as fascinating as the others, and had largely been nice. The considerable height difference between the two didn't even seem to bother Chrysi, who was all smiles as she bound up to the gray-skinned young man for a more proper greeting.
"Perrix, right..? It's a pleasure to meet you!" A lump formed in his throat. Oh no her voice is cute...
Never one to be deterred, however, Perrix dropped to one knee and produced his bouquet with a flourish, "Indeed! For you, milady..." Chrysanthemums, of course. The gesture was cheesy, but somewhat impressive considering that Alternia didn't have such a flower. He would've had to research what exactly the flower was and then find some on the remnants of the homes of the human players. Chrysi was sharp, and so the sheer work that must have gone into this otherwise simple gesture was not lost on her. "Perrix Seiyos, in your service."
"Well you're allowed to rise, Perrix!" she replied with a giggle that only served to deepen the pink flush in her face. "These are lovely, thank you." At her prompting he stood, again with a flourish.
"Yet mark'd I where the bolt of Cupid fell: It fell upon a little western flower..."
"...Before milk-white, now purple with love's wound, and maidens call it love-in-idleness. You don't intend to to slip me a love potion, now, do you?"
Perrix grinned again. "Hopefully I won't need to..."