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

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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.
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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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[bizango]

akldsjflja... screaming omg

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/holds gently

[bizango]

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/pap pap
/shooooosh

[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............

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

[bizango]

aklsjdflkj holds so close ;3;