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
KALFOUR SAMEDI
Re: KALFOUR SAMEDI
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
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Kal<>?Kappy
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Ha; have fun, do what you'd like. Loads of possibilities with that one.
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Kal<3??Avispa
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I couldn''t resist.
.....alternatively, because I'm a horrid bitch:
Birdsong finding Lost!Godtier!Chrysi some time after Mama has succumbed to her fleeting human lifespan.
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Birdsong & Chrysi
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Birdsong & Crusader
He’s pondering his last handful of pieces, toying with the little tyrian flags, when a pair of purple eyes appear over the edge of the map, watching him, watching the map. Before he can say anything, the damn feral thing has reached out and taken the flag off the camp and when he barks, “Hey!” the seadweller chatters excitedly and ducks under the table.
The Crusader fumes for a moment. Or three. Maybe a little longer. And then he jerks down to grab for the piece, hand hitting cold bare skin. The seadweller hisses defensively and is suddenly on the other side of the room, at the top of a bookcase, the wood creaking under his tremendous highblood weight.
“G… get off! And give it back. Now.” He sets a terrible threat into his voice, but the other only watches him, wide eyed and calm, chewing absentmindedly on the flag. The Crusader’s hands tighten into fists, glare deepening until suddenly the other is nattering quietly, nonsense syllables the way he’s heard him talk to the Gardener. ‘Talk.’ The redblood seems to get more out of it then the Crusader does right now and that’s another frustrating thing on top of all the others.
Deep breaths. “That’s for camp. Give it back.” But he just stares like he doesn’t understand which is annoying only because the Crusader knows he does. “It’s…” Sigh. “It’s for the… spy, people are saying there’s a spy, you idiot, so I need that.”
And off he goes nattering again and the Crusader has to bite his tongue to keep from yelling at him to shut up. He is rewarded for his patience at least, when the seadweller crawls back down, bookcase groaning dangerously for a second, and sets the piece instead in the middle of the forest, off away from everything else.
“What—” But he chirps, interrupts him halfway through his thought, and starts pushing pieces around into this whole new arrangement, eventually running out of flags to work with and tapping the map about a mile to the east of camp. The Crusader is admittedly confused for a moment before setting a flag down where he pointed. “You’re… This is where they are? How do you know?”
The seadweller giggles, this high girly sound, and makes a strange, vague gesture out at the forest. He knows the thing disappears for days at a time sometimes. The Gardener says he runs to burn off energy and to explore, and the Crusader has suspected for a long time that he was a military troll once. The information seems solid enough, especially when he notes the flag to the east is about where the last invasion force came from, and he is so suddenly lost in new plans and a better strategy that he doesn’t notice his guest moving until there’s a head bumping into his shoulder and nuzzling.
He tenses, hard, shoves his hand into the seadweller’s chest and jerks a step away. The other cackles this time, almost mean, and then slips out the window with a last, oddly triumphant crow.
lakjdsf
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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?
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Napier/Khanai- she's always surprising him with how accepting she is of all his... quirks
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hopefully............... alkjdsf
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'cute'
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Napier and Synesi - Synesi brought a watering can to their latest relic hunt