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

Comments

[celestialcavalier]

I did, and now for it I must suffer. Kind of like that time Shana wrote that thing with Chrysi kissin' all the kids except with a trail of seething hatred left in his wake.

At least I'll be able to write some damn good blackrom by the end of it?

[soundtricks]

yes, exactly


godspeed, good sirrah

[chroniker]

NO YOU ARE NOT this was so very cute ahhhhhh *A*

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I'm so bad at properly romance adlfdkjhdkfsd

[ataraxicarcher]

AHHHH THIS IS FANTASTICUTE. And I love it and gdksjlkljgdsjkl

wow this is horrible i'm sorry

[chroniker]

"Drop your pants."

"W-what?!"

"I said, drop them."

Cheriour gazes at Eighis like he had gone out of his mind and had said to jump off a skyscraper wearing polka-dotted overalls made of feathers. Eighis merely stares back at him, mouth a line, tapping his pen against his journal impatiently.

"Look, when I said that I would help you with understanding the human body a little better, I didn't mean this! I'll tell you about the organs, I'll tell you about how we digest our food, I'll even tell you about mucus and saliva, but the last thing I'm doing is this!" Cheriour frowns, folding his arms.

"But you do understand, we need to know how the other species works. And you did say you would do anything to help me so that there would be no misunderstanding. I don't see what's the problem here."

"The problem is is that it's kind of a private thing that's only shared between people who are really into each other, and..." He pauses, feeling himself flushing and really understanding why he's getting really worked up about this. "That's enough! Yes! Can we...can we just move on, now?"

Eighis grumbles and turns the page, and Cheriour stands there, face as red as a tomato. He feels foolish. He feels weird, and strange, and much later, when their relationship takes a turn that he didn't expect, he'll remember that feeling again, and realize that there was so much more in that than the embarrassment over showing his anatomy.

I DON'T THINK I CAN WRITE ANY MORE WOW THIS IS JUST THE WORST i'm sorry OTL

this is neither hopey or badass

[soundtricks]

She doesn't understand it.

She's done everything she can, tried every trick she knows- but some way, somehow, Phylus completely defies being taught. It's not even for a lack of trying on his part, he just... sucks. She plucks her spare bass out of his hands with a sigh, and settles down right next to him, re-tuning the strings carefully. Somehow, he'd managed to actually tug them out of tune during his near-frantic practicing. She'd have thought it impossible if she hadn't been standing there watching him do it. She draped the instrument across her lap when she finished her upkeep, and then turned her head to look at him, fingers drumming on the body of the bass idly. She opens her mouth to say something, but doesn't and just picks up the instrument and motions for him to pay attention.

She goes over what she's been trying to teach him slowly, leaning against his shoulder so she can make sure he's close enough to see what she's doing properly. If she notices him tense up at the proximity, she doesn't mention it, and instead stops and shoves the bass at him with a slight rise of her eyebrows. He takes the bass with trembling hands, and does his best to mimic what she's been doing.

The fact that she moves to stand behind hm and instruct him over her shoulder doesn't help in the slightest.

KALFOUR SAMEDI

[bizango]

[chroniker]

It's been a long day, and she's sitting up against one of the walls of the one of the only caves they've found free of any imps. He's keeping watch at the mouth of it, and she's busying herself with the puzzle of the odd shapes scratched into the wall above when she feels someone slip in next to her.

She looks down, noticing it's Cheriour, and he looks awfully weary. But he suddenly digs into his pocket and pulls out what looks to be a fancy pocket watch and smiles, voice gentle.

"Hey, Avispa...I know you're into puzzles and all. Check this out." And she watches as his long fingers twist the back of the watch off, and she can't help but give a little gasp when he turns it around to show her its interior.

Because there, it's like another world, where gears and parts she didn't even know the name of twisted against each other in perfect unison and yet somehow never skipped a beat or never made a mistake. It all moves so fast that she can't keep up, and she can feel her heart start to beat as her mind rushes to figure out just how everything in there is even existing like that. What a puzzle. What a marvelous puzzle he's found.

But that's not all. Because he smiles over at her, and starts pointing at the different swirling gold pieces of metal, naming them one by one in words that sound foreign and strange to her ears. And then he moves onto how they function, and then how they are twisting each other like that and even though she is upset at having such an opportunity for solving that puzzle taken away, she can't help but be lulled in by the level tone of his voice.

And then he stops, and she blinks at him, eyes wide with all this new information. "This is how it works on the inside," he says with finality, and after a long pause, he leans over and kisses her tenderly.

Before she can even react to what he is doing, he's detached himself from her. He stands up and pockets the watch, and his face is filled with an emotion she doesn't recognize as he goes back to the spot at the mouth of the cave which he had before.

No, she thinks. No, he did give her a puzzle and took it away from her by explaining what it was, but he had revealed a whole other puzzle instead.

I want to know how he works on the inside, she thinks.

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"You're an idiot."

"Buuuuuut-!"

"You. Idiot. Are one."

"I was juuuuust-!"

"Beeeeeeing an idiot...? Yeah. Got that already."

Eyes rolling, Zurahe doesn't bother to keep herself from whapping Avispa's head with two fingers, off to one side of her horns. Then she brings her hand back down and continues working the game's only means of proper healing at the moment over Avispa's arm, carefully watching the gash in her arm close a little more with each pass of her gel-covered hands. Honestly, the stupid girl was lucky she'd been around with vitality gel to spare when she'd finished solving the puzzle that led to yet another of her planet's multitude of treasures- and its multitude of mini-bosses. When the gash closes, she sluices the stuff off of her hands carefully, flicking her fingers at a nearby rock before turning her attention back to Avispa-

-and promptly swatting her on the head again.

"Now. What've we learned?"

For a second, Avispa looks back at the remnants of the puzzle door, and then forward toward the next one- it's a series of trials, apparently, and Zurahe isn't surprised. She is surprised, however, to find Avispa looking from the already opened door, to her, and then to the next door.

"Ummm... not to... solve the monster-puzzles withooooout telling you first...?"

"...well. That's a start, I guess."

"Great! Umm... umm..."

Zurahe rolls her eyes and pops what's left of the vitality gel into her sylladex, sighing and motioning toward the door while she sifts through the Melody Modus for her current favorite weapon. Avispa makes a short, buzzing hum of glee and throws her arms up before bolting around her toward the puzzle on the next door.

"...swear to god, girl's gonna get herself killed."

But she pushes to her feet and follows anyway, battle axe thrown over her shoulder as the door starts rumbling open.

[soundtricks]

Rara and Avispa

because being pale for an idiot is hard and nobody understands
but figuring out which one of them is the idiot? that's the hard part

Re: KALFOUR SAMEDI

[soundtricks]

Kal/Rara

Violence isn't always the answer- unless your name is Zurahe Cadens, in which case it's usually the only answer that matters


IDK DO WITH THAT WHAT YOU WILL

[callouslystalwart]

Ah, the nightly ritual after getting up. Wash, get dressed... Or get partially dressed and check yourself out in the mirror, that works too, Perrix. See, he needed a bit of a pick-me-up tonight - some lunatic woman (coughprobablyInannaorHirunecough) was completely ignoring his charms! How could - hnnngh - anyone possibly - fleeeex - ignore this magnificent - hoo-haa! - specimen of a troll? Really! Still flexing, Perrix cleared his throat...

Who does she think she is? ~~CS
That girl has tangled with the wrong ~troll~! ~~CS

Darn right!

No one says "no" to ~Perrix~! ~~CS
Dismissed! ~~CS
Rejected! ~~CS
Publicly humiliated! ~~CS
Why, it's more than ~I~ can bear... ~~CS

More beer?

What for? ~~CS
Nothing helps... ~~CS
~I'm~ disgraced... ~~CS

Who, ~you~?
Never!

~Perrix~, ~you've~ got to pull ~yourself~ together!
Gosh, it disturbs me to see ~you~, ~Perrix~;
Looking so down in the dumps!
Every troll here'd love to be ~you~, ~Perrix~;
Even when taking ~your~ lumps!
There's no troll in block as admired as ~you~;
~You're~ everyone's favorite guy!
Everyone's awed and inspired by ~you~;
And it's not very hard to see why!

No one's slick as ~Perrix~;
No one's quick as ~Perrix~;
No one's horns are incredibly thick as ~Perrix~!
For there's no troll in block half as manly...
Perfect, a pure ~paragon~!
You can ask any TOMATH, RIDDIK, or STAMRY;
And they'll tell you whose FLARP they prefer to be on!

No one's been like ~Perrix~;
A kingpin like ~Perrix~!

No one's got a swell cleft in his chin like ~Perrix~!

As a specimen, yes, ~I'm~ intimidating! ~~CS

My what a troll that ~Perrix~!
Give five "hurrah"s!
And twelve "hip-hip"s!

~Perrix~ is the best;
And the rest is all drips!

No one fights like ~Perrix~;
Douses lights like ~Perrix~!

In a wrestling match nobody bites like ~Perrix~!

For there's no one as burly or brawny...

As you see, ~I've~ got biceps to spare! ~~CS

Not a bit of ~him's~ scraggly or scrawny!

That's right! ~~CS
And every last inch of ~me's~ covered with hair! ~~CS

No one hits like ~Perrix~;
Matches wits like ~Perrix~!

In a spitting match nobody spits like ~Perrix~!

~I'm~ especially good at expectorating! ~~CS
Ptooie! ~~CS

Ten points for ~Perrix~!

When ~I~ was a grub ~I~ ate four dozen eggs; ~~CS
Every evening to help ~me~ get large! ~~CS
And now that ~I'm~ grown ~I~ eat five dozen eggs; ~~CS
So ~I'm~ roughly the size of a flat-bottomed aquatic shipping vessel! ~~CS

Ooh, ahh, wow!
My what a troll that ~Perrix~!
No one shoots like ~Perrix~;
Makes those beauts like ~Perrix~!

Then goes tromping around wearing boots like ~Perrix~!

~I~ use antlers in all of ~my~ decorating! ~~CS (Take that, Pherae)

My what a troll!
~Perrix~!

Ah. Much better.

[flowerwhisperer]

Kappy, Kal, and BOARD GAME ADVENTURREEEES

[apiarycryptonaut]

She positively hated this human girl. Every single part of her body utterly despised her existence. Each and every one of their inevitable meetings, every moment spent even remotely in contact only amplified her hatred. It was hatred that she couldn't set aside, hatred that clouded her judgment. She sought only to solve puzzles herself, or as a team, not have them utterly spoiled before her eyes.

Yet here she was, sitting across the table from the very human she hated. Were they all like this? Was every human she was doomed to meet going to eventually do this to her? It couldn't be, it was just this one; this single human. Shea. The name dripped black in her mind, every bit of her anger focused on it, drawing her full attention to it. Here she sat, face to face, with a puzzle in hand. Perhaps this moment would be different, perhaps...

"Oh, come on, even I can do that"

No, don't; she knew what was coming, she knew the words that would follow in just a few moments, she knew exactly what the girl would say next. She knew, she dreaded it, and at the same time, the smallest voice within her demanded it; demanded the words that she knew would follow.

"You just twist it to the side and there's a key inside; those things are so out of style that--"

In a flash, the troll girl was upon her in mid-sentence. Wasn't it an obvious thing that things stop being popular? Fads, man, fads were how the world ran! It wasn't her problem that this crazy troll girl couldn't keep up, and it wasn't her fault that things were what they were! Yet now she was on her back, on the floor, with bits of food and silverware from the table littering the floor all around her.

"What the hell is your problem--?!"

Her words were choked out, barely audible; the green troll over her had clawed hands wrapped around her neck. What the fuck was even wrong with her? It wasn't that shocking of an answer! Get the fuck off, why don't you?! She wanted to shout, she tried to fight back, but she was at a disadvantage. Her only opportunity would be when her grip loosened, when that moment of weakness could be exploited and she could just break free.

"Get-- Get off of me, you--!"

Without warning, strange lips, foreign lips locked with her own. As if that wasn't surprising enough, there was something wet and slimy, something-- a tongue writhing in her mouth. More than the surprise of it all was the anger that came with it, and swiftly she clamped her teeth down in an attempt to do away with the alien invader forcing this on her. If this was what constituted some kind of fucked up alien mating ritual, she wasn't going to let things go that smoothly.

"I said get off!"

The slightest hint of control returned to the troll's features at the loud proclamation and she recoiled away, pulling her arms close to her chest and looking fearfully upon the human girl. She had hated her, yes, absolutely loathed her existence, but what was that? The feelings lingered, the hate and anger still coursed through her, and yet as her still-angered eyes rose to look upon the other girl, instead of the anger that should have been present in her as well, there was something distinctively different. She was grinning.

"If I'm the first one playing this game, I intend to do it my way!"

This had to be the first time, the first chance at this encounter. If someone else had already experienced it, why hadn't they talked about it? This was a first, and she was going to monopolize the chance. With a sudden yell, she leapt from the ground straight at the troll, intent on holding the reins in this little game. Mating ritual or not, she wasn't bending to anyone else's wishes; she controlled things, not the other damn way around.


[ahaha enjoy; intentionally written with minimal name-mentioning.]

[soundtricks]

ok fine since you wanted another-

Zurahe/Cheriour


Zurahe has all the table manners one would expect from a girl raised by birds- which is to say, none at all. As much as she makes it a point not to waste anything by licking her fingers clean every few bites though, he can't really bring himself to complain

beware the nice ones

[starstorm]

She had a cute laugh.

Her teeth, horns, and pigtails were also cute. That was what anyone could see, so logic dictated that the rest of her had to be as well, right?

Not quite.

She might've been laughing, and she might've had a smile on her face, but the look in her rarely-visible eyes was anything but amused - the Witch stood, glasses clenched in one hand, eyes ablaze; she had fallen into a Rage before, long before she'd Ascended, but now there was something markedly different about the fury this time. She had one thing now that she'd lacked before: control. Ascending had given her a handle on this other side she'd kept locked deep within, and unlike before, triggering it was now as easy as flicking a light switch.

The Knight stood beside her, bright orange hair clashing with the deep purple of his cape. His own glasses had been removed; his own eyes were on fire, and a grim smrik crossed his face as he gripped his backsword.

"Ready?" he growled, voice distorted by his own Rage.

Her only response was to lift her clawed sleeves and let loose with more cacophonic giggles. That was enough of an answer for him, and they set forth - no Ogre stood a chance, and even the fearsome Giclopses would succumb to the Rage.

There was no more fooling around, no matter how much the Witch laughed.

[apiarycryptonaut]

Kalfour/Avispa - "You have a solution!"

Ha; have fun, do what you'd like. Loads of possibilities with that one.

Re: PERRIX SEIYOS

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Perrix/Zurahe


...he was not ready for the zettai ryouiki.

[apiarycryptonaut]

Ooooohmygod; ahahah this was A+ incredible you have no idea. :>!!!

[bizango]

akldsjflja... screaming omg

[bizango]

wow cute... ('8

[soundtricks]

/holds gently

[bizango]

oh gosh alskdjf what precious promt ffff

[bizango]

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