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

[apiarycryptonaut]

:') Have all the fun with it.

[soundtricks]

/pap pap
/shooooosh

[chroniker]

"Um, Zurahe?"

He's kind of horrified, really. The way his Dad brought him up, he had always been taught to eat properly with a fork and knife, and had been berated every time he had started playing with his food. Table manners were the mark of a gentleman, his Dad had said, and Cheriour had taken it to heart.

For some odd reason, he believed that the others he would meet would be the same way. He certainly wasn't expecting this.

She was eating her food exactly like a vulture would tear at a bloody carcass it had found, hands tearing into the innards and gulping them down before helping itself to more. Cheriour almost wanted to make a comment about whether or not she had had food before they came to this place, but decided not to. That would be rude.

She looks over at him with distinct unhappiness when he speaks, not at all pleased that her gorging of her food has been interrupted. "What?"

"Oh, um..." And for some reason, he can't bring himself to correct her. If this is the way she eats, that's the way she eats. It's primitive, really, but she came from a different world. He can't blame her for that, can he? So he merely smiles, reaching over with a napkin to wipe a dab of sauce off her grey cheek.

"You just missed a spot, " he says, grinning. "That's all."

[chroniker]

oh gosh I AM NOT THE BEST WRITER AT ALL but that makes me happy, thank youuuu ;;

[soundtricks]

/dies laughing

that is pretty much exactly how she'd react to having her face-stuffing disrupted, whoops

[apiarycryptonaut]

dsjsfkfdjl pffft are you kidding oh my god I love your writing.
Really hoping I can do as much incredible as you've done here in the other prompt. Sittin' here contemplating it as I type this reply.
Because aaaaaa

[chroniker]

HOLY MOTHER OF COWS I need to draw this, I really do. *A*

The awesomeness has reached levels I can't even imagine THIS IS SO GOOD AHHHHHH

[austereastronomer]

Perrix/Hirune - what is this feeling

[apiarycryptonaut]

Zurahe/Consorts - "How are these so fuzzy?"

[soundtricks]

"Um... can y' please let go of me before I break your ribs?"

It was difficult to say, considering who she was saying it to, but the other Hapara complied with a little squeak of distress, letting her go instantly and stepping back, holding his hands up in a gesture of surrender. Rather than seeing fear on his face though, she saw worry, and he set his hands on her shoulders as she turned to peer at him, brows furrowing in further concern.

"I'm sorry- I wasn't hurting you, was I?"

She blinked at him incredulously, not quite sure what to make of the concern for a moment. Then she scoffed and raised her hands to take hold of his wrists, raising them from her shoulders. It wasn't exactly that she minded the other Hapara's touchy-feely nature- not really- it was better than Eighis' scowling and attempted stabbing any night. It was more that she didn't want him to get used to doing it whenever he felt like it, especially not if there were going to be more trolls around. She had an image to maintain, after all.

But it was hard to stay mad at that face- despite the obvious genetic resemblance, Synesi's face wasn't as gaunt, wasn't as sharp- it was boyish and a little softer around the edges than Eighis', and when he smiled it only made his face seem rounder, gentler. It made her feel bad whenever she wound up wiping the smiles off his face. She dropped his hands from her shoulders regardless, and then afforded him a light tap to the chin with her knuckles.

"Not hurt, idiot. Just warned you 'bout all that hugging."

He sputtered into apologies, cheeks flaring gold, and she held up a hand to stop him without bothering to really listen.

"Just... ask first next time, okay?"

[bizango]

Kal/Rara, the quiet moments

I couldn''t resist.

[enlivenedaltruist]

Kal('s various personalities)/Chrysi - Everybody loves Chrysi.


.....alternatively, because I'm a horrid bitch:

Birdsong finding Lost!Godtier!Chrysi some time after Mama has succumbed to her fleeting human lifespan.

[bizango]

oh my god lkajdsf both of these... are gr8 wow

[enlivenedaltruist]

If you want to do both, I sure as hell won't stop you c:

HOW DO WRITE BLACKROM

[starstorm]

There was a surprising amount of power in that small body of hers; she tackled Perrix to the ground with little hassle, her nails digging into his shoulders. Her glasses lay off to the side, lenses shattered and earpieces bent - the worst possible thing that could be done to trigger her fury.

But even with the sudden burst of strength, Nikkal was still fairly easy to overpower. Perrix simply reached up and gripped her wrists, pulling them away before they went for the jugular; he didn't get away without a few long stratches, though. She thrashed wildly from her position in an attempt to free her hands from his grip, face contorted into a scowl as she screeched down at him.

"You," she flexed her hands, feeling the tips of her fingers growing numb, "broke," her thighs clenched around his waist, "my," she leaned in as close as their positioning would let her, "glasses!"

Perrix, needless to say, was floored. This much anger had been hiding inside someone so happy and peppy? It was incredibly jarring, but at the same time, the way she was straddling him... with her wrists clasped in his hands, the only way he could safely put an end to that godawful shrieking of hers was to lean up and silence her with his own moth.

Nikkal squeaked at the action, but her surprise was quickly overwritten with fury as she bit down in retaliation, large front teeth piercing the skin of Perrix's bottom lip. She could taste the blood as it spilled; she had never drawn blood from anything else in her life but now it was as if she couldn't get enough. Finally managing to wrestle her arms out of his grip, she sunk her nails back into his shoulders before pushing away.

Was this what caliginous feelings were like? Feeling so much hatred toward someone that you wanted nothing more than to taste their blood? She was sure to regret this when she came out of her rage-induced trance, but for now, Nikkal was content to glare down at him and smile grimly, licking flecks of ultramarine off of her teeth.

[bizango]

I will probably do both ffffffffff +__+

i'm not sorry

[starstorm]

inanna/nikkal - YOU TAKE THAT BUCKET TO YOUR CRUSH THIS INSTANT

[apiarycryptonaut]

[Warning: Blood/violence?]

With a sharp crack that echoed through the entirety of the complex, the ogre's whip landed square upon the side of Avispa's face. The sheer force and momentum behind the strike twisted her head to the side and sent her entire body spinning away. Drops of green fell through the air, landing with the softest drops upon the ground in comparison to the loud strike that had filled the air before.

Her body fell, landing limp upon the cracked stone of the hall, green blood dripping away from her face and staining both her form and the ground she lay upon. She hadn't dodged, she had not cried out, and she was most certainly now not moving. Not a sound came from her, but the aggressor advanced upon her without hesitation. Its work was not done, it had much more to do, so much more it would do. The hand rose high, clenching the massive whip in its fingers, and it prepared to strike...

...until that very hand bounced off of the beast's armored head. Following the loss, the ogre cried out in a blood curdling scream, its free hand reaching up to clench at its now-missing limb. There was no explanation why it had lost the limb, no reason that it should be in any danger, yet here it was; and now its remaining hand was descending past its own eyes, separated from its arm. With another scream, the beast raged for a few moments before its head joined with its hands upon the floor. Not a sound came of the beast's body save for the trickle of blood draining out upon the floor.

Stepping down to the floor, Cheriour made himself known. His rage had fueled his strikes. He had been both powerful and accurate, but at a cost. He had been too slow, too late. His bloodstained sword landed with a clatter to the floor at his side as he rushed forth. Why isn't she moving. Stumbling, he fell to his knees at her side and reached down to lift her form. She'd faced it alone when she hadn't stood a chance, and this is what the result had been. The dread weighing heavy on his heart lifted only slightly as her body twitched, a rush of green dribbling from her lips as she began to cough.

"Oh... Cheriour. Hello, yes... You saved me, didn't you...?"

If his fear and concern hadn't already been painted clear as day upon his features, they were now. The troll girl in his arms seemed as frail as paper and ready to simply be blown away by the wind. The single strike had opened a gash upon her face that still ran wet, blood running heavy from the wound. Had he been the slightest bit faster, she wouldn't have been like this; she would've been safe.

"Of course I saved you, Avispa; you're my Puzzle Goddess, after all."

A weak smile spread over his features, and he was thankful that his eyes remained hidden from view; he didn't his tears to be seen. He could've prevented this. He would prevent this. This wouldn't happen again. He wouldn't let it happen again. He would protect her, most of all. Slowly, very slowly he leaned down and pressed his lips against hers, briefly. So very briefly, but the single moment was all he wanted.

"I'll keep you safe."

[bizango]

I.
You laugh mad until she slaps you across the face. It is centering, beautifully so, all your pieces slamming back into place where they belong so nothing slips in between and forces you out. You take a shaky, startled breath, eye widening, hand tightening on the handle of your favorite knife. You see the bigger bodies, the grist pieces strewn about from monsters you never noticed until now, and the imp under you makes a deep, pathetic chattering noise in its throat. For a moment that sadist mutter rises in you again.

She stomps down on that black shape though and it disperses into more grist. You meet her gaze, confusion to match her strange, unwarranted anger. She makes such faces, like you make no sense to her at all, and shrieks, “Idiot!” at you. Her mechanical voice loops back for a second and squeals so high your scars ache where your fins used to be. “The hell is wrong with you??” she demands, fists clenched, glowing all yellow and pretty like you know her blood is.

You can only raise your hands, innocent but for the bright red imp blood spilling down the blade and across your gloves. She moves to strike you again, and you run.

II.
You are running. You’ve lost track of how long. There’s just the ground and your feet pounding, the jangle of knives you keep in your jacket so you don’t have to deal with your sylladex. You think you’ve lost her but then she comes from nowhere, suddenly, her yellow fire burning up around her, striking out at the air for daring to try to touch her. Her heel in the crook of your knee and you’re falling, stumbling, rolling to your feet again, facing her with a wary stare.

She calls you highblood and breathes like she wants to tear all your vertebrae free and beat you with them. You suppose that might be okay if she was gentle with you afterwards. But you know she won’t be gentle, especially not when your meek recoil makes her tense, makes her twitch, makes her lurch towards you.

III.
She snaps your mouth between her teeth and when you whimper in pain, she grabs your jacket and shakes you like she’s trying to jerk something free inside you. Sometimes you imagine she’s succeeding, the way her hips draw your eye and you linger on the yellow-grey skin peering free at the hem of her skirt before it’s swallowed by her socks again. Some days you have lain awake, wanting to peal her free of her clothes and her skin and trap her impossible muscles under your hands for a time.

Right now it’s the other way around, and you lay below her, struggling in earnest. Not the fake struggling, the lie where you pretend you can’t take most trolls apart one socket at a time. Real, honest fighting, trying to buck her off, hands catching in the dusty ground, pulling desert roots free.

The sun is so hot. Her yellow body is so hot. You aren’t, but she bleeds her heat into you till you’re shaking and splayed and grasping for something, gills exposed to the dry air until she runs her claws over them. She takes you apart. You mostly don’t mind, afterwards, watching her long legs and her skirt swaying until the burning ripples in the air disperse her shape into nothing again.





well that... sure did happen............

[notyouraigis]

Crusader/Birdsong - Talking strategy, for a given value of "talking"

[soundtricks]

just gonna lay here... and... drown in all these sudden feels, goodness...

[bizango]

aklsjdflkj holds so close ;3;

[bizango]

oh gosh... +___+

[flowerwhisperer]

oh and I guess Gardener and Birdsong, healthy relationships (or the lack thereof)

Re: Zirreh Reevas

[starstorm]

zirreh/nikkal

serenading each other with disney songs :3c