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&& your phobia ; your friend . [ X ]

    the exchange was smooth - he seemed... calm , friendly , sane--- the veteran scared her , ( truly , utterly , sometimes-- sometimes she has flashes , visions of him murdering her , they repeat , his face , it’s of her nightmares , those eyes-- those golden eyes-- )

               “ y-yes ! it’s flaky -- or ai’, whichever is easier for you, mister flippy ! ” 

    a delicate rose ; flaky was polite as always , managing a small smile upon his thanks & nodding --- she’ll be sure to let the other’s know ; it was a good effort , but no lie that flaky was used as nothing less than a sacrificial piece . no different from normal ; she’s easy to push around , crumbled under peer pressure & her desire to do good , their stares sent her from town square all the way to the feared veteran’s doorstep - & now , she was finding herself pressured again - this time to come in for tea with a killer , offered death with a sad smile by a lonely man .

              “ ... tea ? ”

    she’d parrot --- pausing for a moment, lifting her fingers to her lips , looking off to the side & gathering confidence . yes , she could make excuse not to , every fiber of her being SCREAMED not to , she couldn’t , she wouldn’t , she’d DIE---

             “ ... if you wouldn’t mind my company , i’d love to, mister flippy !                      that’s so sweet of you to offer ! ”

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     Pokes head in.           Is the squad still here yo.

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I should probably fill up my queue so I don’t look dead as hell !

I just haven’t been around lately because ive been trying to get out more, get a job, get my drivers license, etc as well as my high school diploma ( which I could take the test for anytime because im homeschooled )

I’ll probably be here but with some really sketchy activity because of timezones and the aforementioned but we’ll see !

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♟

♟: Patching up a wound

     She was always careful when it came to driving– her eyes would stay on the road && her grip on the handles of her moped was nothing short of perfect. Ai’ was never one to fault for crashes… but crashes always came, thanks to the unfit drivers allowed on these roads && the occasional lamb whom likes to make a game out of car chases. Er.. well, she swears it isn’t her… but she’s always the one behind the wheel!                                                   ( …maybe it’s a split personality situation?… )

   Regardless, in attempt to avoid an oncoming truck she skid off the road && was thrown off the scooter into the dirt, rolling down a small hill && into the pavement of a local grocery store. Luckily for Ai’ it seems Gavyn was in the area… because he was by her side in a mere matter of seconds.

   “I-Is it going to be o-okay?” The porcupine would sniffle, biting down her lower lip as she watched the other bandage her bleeding arm. “God, i’m such a-an idiot… i’m s-so sorry if that scared you I.. I was in a rush and…”

   Crying porcupine is crying now– poor bab is all shaken up && just generally disappointed in herself. Not like it’s her fault whoever that was drove on the wrong side of the road– but still. She sure isn’t proving to her friendship husband that she can take care of herself, though… because honestly– when he or Sparkee aren’t around? Boy– does she find herself inadvertently thrown into danger.

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♦ from ur favourite splendont (againstain btw)

♦ : Slow dancing - SONG || @againstain

    Such social things frightened the paranoid girl so very terribly– she knew coming would be a horribly horrendous idea, but she did so anyways… simply because the thought of being alone in a practically deserted town upon this night felt much more ominous than it did serene. After all, everyone’s been talking about this dance– it was hosted by the township for… for? Was it maybe St. Patrick’s day? Well… kind of late for that, right? Maybe just a ‘’why not’’ sort of thing, a bit of positivity to clear up the melancholic air shrouding their little personal hell? Not that many of them knew the truth… most are blissfully unaware– they’re the lucky ones.

   For the most part Ai’ kept to herself– silently watching the others dance && enjoy themselves, eventually taking interest in the ripples her cup of punch held from the music && vibrations. There was temptation to take a sip but.. what if someone spiked it? What if the foods poisoned– what if there’s a bomb in the boiler room? 

   Negative thoughts were interrupted by a face she was genuinely surprised to see, && despite much protest was the girl whisked away from the comfort of her chairs in the corner of the room && instead out in the open– a shaking hand held steady within Sparkee’s own. This was so embarrassing… there were so many people here– it felt as if everyone was looking– everyone was judging– && yet… no, no they weren’t. It was only him… && it was only her own conscious.

    From left to right would she look around them– tensing again, coming sheepishly closer; placing her free hand upon his shoulder as every other had done with their partner. Don’t get her wrong– Ai’ knows the basics of slow dancing– but sometimes you just… forget some steps when you’re nervous, you know?

   “I… never really took you for one willing to come to these kinds of events, Spark…”                                                  ( Though, the same could quite obviously be said for herself. )

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???:

    ❛ waahhhh , did i scare you ? i didn’t mean to . ❜ @dangerbound

     “I-It’s okay...!! Everything scares me, m-most of the time...” An honest attempt to relax being made-- prior tenseness to her shoulders dispersing.. somewhat. Ai’ would just hug herself in search of some comfort; looking upon the stranger from a side’s glance rather than respectfully into their eyes.

     “It’s just.. strangers are..n-nnnn...” An inaudible trail off that led to soft mumbling, ‘scary’ and ‘rare’ being the only retrievable words if listened close enough. Or... maybe she said ‘dairy’? But what does milk have to do with anything?

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nonsexual acts of intimacy --- select from the following for my muse to respond to:

♔ : Finding your muse wearing their clothes

♕ : Holding hands

♖ : Having their hair washed by your muse

♗ : Your muse falling asleep with their head in my muse's lap.

♘ : Cuddling in a blanket fort

♙ : Sharing a bed

♚ : Head scratches

♛ : Sharing a dessert

♜ : Shoulder rubs

♝ : Reading a book together

♞ : Caring for each other while ill (specify which party is which)

♟ : Patching up a wound

♤ : Taking a bath together

♧ : Your muse playing with their hair

♡ : Accidentally falling asleep together

♢ : Forehead or cheek kisses

♠ : Your muse adjusting their jewelry/neck tie/ etc.

♣ : Back scratches

♥ : Your muse crying about something

♦ : Slow dancing

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“I’m sorry for calling you so late at night… I needed to hear your voice again…”

    The porcupine-shaped charm hanging off of her phone would be fiddled with nervously; gaze softening as Ai’ leaned against the pillows on her bed and glanced out the window. For the first time in awhile she was sleeping at her own house again-- surprising it wasn’t completely ransacked by the twins-- but still in generally rough shape from neglect. Hard to tell if her bed is even more comfortable than Flippy’s couch... sure is a lot more lonely though-- what with his night terrors and general paranoia that can sometimes rival her own he’s very.. against cuddling.

     “Don’t sweat it... I can’t get any sleep for the life of me anyways.” A silent glance towards the pill bottle beside her bed-- long since neglected, her distrust of doctors and general medication to blame. “I know it’s dark a-and all but... do you want to come over? I can’t tell if you’re sad or tired... but either way I think you need a hug.”

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Love // Angst // Possessive Starters

Trigger warnings: Death Threat, Alcohol Abuse

“I wish I’d never fallen in love with you.”

“I never loved you. You were a nice little fuck toy, that’s it.”

“If I ever see you with _________ again I’ll kill you both.”

“You can’t fuck lonliness away, you know?”

“If this is love then why does it hurt so much?”

“How could I ever fall in love with you?”

”All I ever wanted is to be with you.”

“Did you ever love me?”

“Look into my eyes and tell me you never loved me!”

“I’m sorry for calling you so late at night… I needed to hear your voice again…”

”You are mine and no one else’s!”

“Do you enjoy hurting me?”

“Please don’t tell me to go now.”

“I miss you, but I know you don’t miss me.”

“I am just trying to drink my pain away.”

“As soon as I close my eyes I can see you smiling at me.”

”It’s okay. I am used to get hurt.”

”I have no tears left for you.”

”Come back to me! I need you…”

”Now I really know you ARE a monster without a heart.”

”I can lie to you, but my heart can’t.”

”The thought of you kissing someone else is breaking me.”

”Would you even notice if I was gone?”

”Love is just a beautiful dream. An illusion.”

“There is no ‘us’ anymore!”

“In my dreams you still love me.”

“I feel cold without you.”

“I felt safe with you.”

“The taste of your lips still lingers on mine.”

“You’ll be mine again. No matter what.”

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ur life is a lie.. ur a cartoon flaky... everything u do.. it isnt real... ur not real.... sorry boo

     (M.Night Voice) WHAT A TWIST !!     Don’t make the cartoons self aware. It doesn’t end well. Trust me.

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I’ve got a love-hate relationship with perspective.

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Turn ask replies into threads.

If you like a response I made, you are more than allowed to just take it and make it into a thread. Some of you do this already, but others might need a bit of a verbal confirmation to let them know that they are more than allowed to do so. When I put a lot of effort into something, I really do enjoy when it sparks the need to turn things into threads with people. Whatever random situation I put our muses in normally something that I’ve wanted to write for a while, and I assume that you do too because you sent me the thing in the first place!

Write out a thing and tag me or mention me. I want to see where things go from there. Plus, who knows, if you wanted something with our muses, breaking the ice tends to make it easier to get that thing.

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u want ,,,,,,, sum fuk? 〳 ° ▾ ° 〵

     …Isn’t some in this sense an amount? How can one be given a certain amount of ‘’fuk’’? And why did this remind her of that weird video involving the birds that Giggles showed everyone in class last week?

     “…N-No Gav, I don’t want ‘sum fuk’.”

   …Did… she do it right? Maybe she should of said something along the lines of sticks? Or Becky? …Was there even anyone named Becky in town? 

  Either way, no amount of blue or yellow can swoon her. Probably.

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“Licking things to claim them as your own will always get you laid." ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

     …Laid? Like… when you lay someone down? No… this is probably some fucked up lingo she doesn’t know about. There would be a glance given towards the other before she took out her iphone && typed the term into urban dictionary– swapping her gaze from him && the screen from time to time as if there was reason to be wary.Loading…         Loading….laid  /lād/      – to be fucked.“I laid my chick like there was no tomorrow.” 

    …Called it. The phone would be returned to her pants pocket && Ai’s gaze transfixed upon him for an extended period of time, only interrupted by a soft sigh. Friendship husband is damn weird sometimes– these kinds of things really go over her head, && even more so if he’s trying to drop any hints that’ll get him outta the friend-zone.

   She’d take one of his hands into her own and bring it to her face; rolling crimson hues before—

           Lick.

    “Nuh-uh, I just licked you to claim you as my own and there isn’t any ‘’laying’’ going on. You’re such a dweeb, Gav.”

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Cards Against Humanity Starters:

“I drink to forget alcoholism.”

“This is the prime of my life. I’m young, hot, and full of crippling debt.”

“Dear [NAME], I’m having some trouble with doing the right thing and would like your advice.”

“During sex, I like to think about Mufasa’s death scene.”

“White people like all-you-can-eat shrimp for $4.99.”

“I’ve had enough of your face.”

“Having problems with menstruation? Try shutting the fuck up!”

“The gypsies said my inner demons are how I’ll die.”

“I don’t need luck! I have edible underpants!”

“Maybe she’s born with it. Maybe it’s daddy issues.”

“My superpower is being a dick to children.”

“Studies have shown tasteful sideboob is good for you.”

“Honey, mommy and daddy love you very much, but apparently mommy loves daddy’s credit card more than daddy.”

“When I am a billionaire, I shall erect a 50 foot statue to commemorate a tiny horse.”

“The class field trip was completely ruined by puberty.”

“Licking things to claim them as your own will always get you laid.”

“Hope is a slippery slope that leads to a disappointing birthday party.”

“Step one: almost give money to a homeless person. Step two: taksies-backsies. Step three: profit.”

“Me time never fails to liven up the party.”

“Why not spice up your sex life by bringing that thing that electrocute your abs into the bedroom?”

“Ever since the ‘incident’, every time I close my eyes, I still see your sad little naked body.”

“Women get turned on by tentacle porn.”

“Help! My son is farting and walking away!”

“I lost my virginity by pretending to care.”

“I learned the hard way that you can’t cheer up a grieving friend by giving a tumor a cutesy nickname.”

“Thanks to the sharing economy, I can now make money renting out my used panties.”

“Instead of coal, Santa now gives the bad children a can of whoop-ass.”

“Honey, I have a new roleplay I want to try tonight! You can be shutting the fuck up and I’ll be not having sex.”

“The next Happy Meal toy is pinkeye.”

“My mom freaked out when she looked at my internet history and saw ‘a-big-black-dick.com/a-bigger-blacker-dick.”

“Can it wait a bit? I’m in the middle of making poor life choices?”

“Remember the old days when you could just slap 'SWAG’ on everything?”

“TSA guidelines now prohibit whining like a little bitch on airplanes.”

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Does Friendship Husband™ trump Actual Boyfriend™ on the relationship hierarchy? Is the friend zone truly eternal? Is there a knife in Fliqpy’s pocket -- and why does he look like he wants to eat that cat? All these questions answered and more, next time, on Dragon Ball Z.

Splendid design by @smilewicle !!

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Headcanon that Flaky wears a varsity jacket to school. Also, here’s her Caucasian Ovcharka attack dog that Fliqpy has been... erm...  training. 

At this point Flaky’s learned to forgive and forget her Pup’s massacres to the point she just pretends she didn’t see anything.