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

[chroniker]

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.
4. ????????
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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Kal<>?Kappy

[bizango]

He’s smaller then you thought he’d be. You even had warnings too, a murmur in the back of your head from… one of them… the seadweller… that this boy standing before you would barely come up to the middle of your chest. It’s still jarring though. You keep forgetting, like when you ask him to get the game board from the hallway closet and he stands on his tip toes, jumping for the top shelf instead of telling you he can’t reach that far.

You feel bad, standing next to him and tugging the box down, watching his embarrassed face, the way his eyes dart to the side and his hands twisting the hem of his shirt. You murmur that it’s okay but he apologizes anyway. You wish he wouldn’t, the word rings false to you like he’s apologizing for the sake of it and not for anything in particular, but you don’t say so.

Instead you lay the board out, set the pieces up, red for you, yellow for him, and as you shuffle the cards, you explain the rules in your slow, careful warble. He has this eager smile on his face like he’s forgotten his troubles for a moment. It fades when he realizes you’re done setting up and you’re watching him. He murmurs an apology again and you flinch, a little.

But then you play, and each turn you explain a little more, guide him, until he’s playing on his own and you each set each other back in ever worsening moves. He keeps apologizing. You keep tensing until he sets his last yellow piece home and murmurs, “Sorry,” again and you can’t stand it, you can’t stand anything, you feel like you’re shattering and you must look it because suddenly there is a sort of panic on his face.

And you, you curl up, pull your fingers through your hair until they tangle all up in the tight coil and you want to scream but you can’t. You want your moirail but you can’t have her. You wanted to win but you can’t do that either. You can’t you can’t and the realization force your hands to the edge of the board and you flip it. There is the clattering of plastic on tile and his voice a vague insect buzz in your ears as everything turns and the world tightens. You can’t breathe you can’t see you can’t think—

Then his little hands against your chest, his voice still a strange hum you can’t understand. He says sorry but he means it this time and his fingers tracing your rib cage through your shirt make your breath catch and calm. You lean towards him and he touches your face, too delicate to be your moirail, her sharp nails echoing bitterly in your mind, but this is soothing in its own way too. You settle, relax into the delicate pressure. Eventually he steps away, resets the board, asks if you want to play again.

You apologize, first, and then you agree. So you play again.




failing to provide adventures whoops

[flowerwhisperer]

afhkjahfkhak baaaaaaaw kal ;A;

[apiarycryptonaut]

Avispa/Shea - "I'm bleeding!" - Bonus points for blackrom.
Your turn.

[apiarycryptonaut]

Kaprao ♠ Inanna - "This is your fault!"
Good luck.

but I totally did though

[soundtricks]

"This is so unfair."

From somewhere in the depths of her closet, Chrysi's voice chirps a muffled question- one that Zurahe doesn't bother answering until she sticks her head out and repeats it without a wall of clothes in her way.

"What's unfair?"

"This. This whole... thing."

She uncrosses one of her arms and motions at the pile of stockings already on the bed, a variety of colors and patterns and knits that make her cross her arms even tighter. The collection of stockings- about four pairs, two of them recently alchemized- she'd shown the human girl paled in comparison. So did pretty much anything she owned in comparison to anything Chrysi did- it seemed horribly unfair, in her mind, when the girl had done nothing to earn it but get sent to the right guardian.

Then again, she had that problem with a lot of the humans- though she supposed their methods for determining someone's place in the world were only slightly less biased than that of trolls.

"Well you did ask to see mine," Chrisy replies loftily, still peeking out from the closet. "And I did warn you there were a lot."

"Didn't think anyone ever needed this many pairs of stockings. Or could afford 'em all," comes the sour response, and she flicks a finger at a lacy pair nearby. It's a close thing, since her claw nearly catches on it, but she manages not to damage it. "Couldn't even wear some of these into a fight."

"Well of course not, they're not meant to be worn for things like that!"

That draws a raised eyebrow, and Zurahe flops back onto a chair, no longer paying even the slightest of her sullen attention to Chrysi's collection.

"Never mind, in that case. Bit useless, aren't they?"

Because there's really no point to them, she thinks, if they're just going to break at the slightest thing.

"That may be, but I still say a nice pair of white ones would look lovely on you," Chrysi hums, and Zurahe finds a pair of them drifting unceremoniously onto her head. "So stop sulking and try them on. It's not like you have to fight anything around here."

The troll girl turns to give Chrysi a Look, lips pursed to one side and eyes narrowed- but she starts toeing off her boots regardless.

/0 shame

[enlivenedaltruist]

Grandmamma/Dad (normal or Scratched) - old flames and new sparks

Re: EIGHIS HAPARA

[soundtricks]

Crusader+Silencer

Silencer does not appreciate her time with her matesprit being constantly cut short. Crusader learns a lesson about Sharing.

Re: NIKKAL CERROS

[soundtricks]

Hymnie+Moonie- it stands to reason a girl who survived a wound like hers is tougher than she looks. Moonie just never realized how tough- aka people get fresh with Moonie and Hymnie shows them where to shove it.

Ira Pololanik

[timetwins]

Re: Ira Pololanik

[twintimes]

So. Write me selfcesttwinshipping?
Maybe after waking up on prospit, cuddling just wasn't close enough anymore. Or maybe this is before the game started, and they just got curious what all the fuss was about.

Re: SHEA LISTER

[twintimes]

Seah and the twins. Someone has to introduce these girls to some more popculture. Possibly movie night?
Fluff is fine but I won't complain if it digresses. ^^

[bizango]

lakjdsflkj weep... he's a mess sorry Kappy... );

I CRIED AND MY TEARS WERE PUZZLES

[chroniker]

SOOOOBBBB WHY IS THIS SHIP SO GOOD ;;

Kal<3??Avispa

[bizango]

I.
She stares at you while you fuss with your rubix cube and you try to ignore her, turning each piece again and again. You aren’t even really trying to solve it. You just like the colors and kinetic motion of it, the clacking where the plastic rubs together. But she just keeps staring, her grey eyes intent and you can see the flecks of her green starting to show through.

She makes you uncomfortable, with her jade blood. You want to split her open and pour her all out, collect her in little bowls and keep her close. She reminds you of dead, stuttering friends which reminds you of softer things, kindness and a wide sharp smile, bodies made of angles. You do not say this, nor hint, but you do give her the cube and ask her for help just so she has something to do that isn’t watching you.

She solves it in this beautiful flash of color and hands and noise and when she sets it in your lap, it’s too neat, too organized, the lovely chaos of it gone, but now it’s your turn to watch, something like admiration opening up in your chest.

II.
There is the wind and the sand and the high broken pillar with the symbols in it. You think it’s a map. You’re sure it’s a map, really, but you couldn’t make it out with all the dirt in the air. Instead, you pull your biggest scarf over your head and try to huddle in on yourself, watching for monsters.

She waves you to her eventually and over the windy roar, she stutters for you to get out the other pieces of the pillar that you’ve found. You pull them from your sylladex, holding them carefully in place where you think they belong, but she shuffles them around, makes you dance around her until the lines in front of you seem almost coherent. She pulls a pen from her pocket, takes your hand and draws the map to your seventh quest on your palm.

You try to ignore the way your skin prickles in the gritty air.

III.
For fun, you tell her you like to do the dishes all in one go, balancing them all in the tiny space next to the sink. It’s a lie, but the way her eyes light up when such a simple task becomes something to solve and sort out and learn makes your breath catch for a second. You wish it was true now, honestly, that such a task could even be accomplished. You imagine there is no solution, but you’ll let her try anyway.

So you wash and you watch her judging things, space and the number of the dishes, the size and shape of them, eyeing the misshapen pans near the end of the line. You’re charmed, smiling to yourself as you roll your sleeves up and scrub.

When it’s over and she’s fit everything all in one place, dishes stacked so high she could barely reach the top of the pillars, you are rather more impressed then you think reasonable and her triumphant grin makes you giggle in genuine happiness for once.

IV.
You brush your mouth against hers because you know that’s how it’s supposed to start. Afterwards, you both stare at each other in confused silence, unsure how to continue. She runs her eyes over you and you can see her solving things in her head, putting puzzle pieces together so they make a shape that makes sense to her.

She pushes you back and crawls into your lap, your hands drawn to her waist and her fingers curling through your hair, over your horns. Like this I think… good yes yes yes!, and she kisses you properly, close, and you make this tiny nervous sound when her tongue flicks your lip. Because it feels good. Because she’s lovely and reminds you of puzzles and solutions, forward motion, as she drags her fingers against your scalp, grips the back of your neck and deepens.



wheezes idek...

Re: KALFOUR SAMEDI

[twintimes]

Ria&Ira plus Kal&his various voices.
Not so different, just inverted.

...idk I like the thought that the twins are one person but seperate, and Kal is several people in just one head. Wing it?

CAKE

[twintimes]

thisisthecutestthing
icant

vgzbhjnmk

[soundtricks]

/gently requests scratchthings

Napier/Khanai- she's always surprising him with how accepting she is of all his... quirks

[bizango]

wow good aldskfj that never even occurred to me this is gr8

[twintimes]

aaaaaaaaa giving you ideas idk it just kind of came to me at some point when I thought about AUs and realized they're kind of back to back there. andthenthismemehappened.

[notyouraigis]

Oh, goodness.

(You know that this is going to end in Crusader cutting himself off from both Shepherd and Loyalist, don't you? Sharing he can do. Moderation? Not so much.)

OH GOD SOLVE THEM, QUICK.

[apiarycryptonaut]

Because the shipping gods love us and this is their way of making us happy.
With good ships. All the good ships.

[notyouraigis]

The Baron<>Adhy and Hymnie - "We will jam those feelings of yours. Then, and only then, will we go out for ice cream."

[bizango]

oh man... gonna be cute *A*

hopefully............... alkjdsf

[bizango]

lkajsdlkjflasjdf perfect

[soundtricks]

heeheehee

'cute'