BIGGEST FUCKING NUCLEAR BOMB IN MY STRAWPAGE. NOT EVEN JOKING. DO NOT JOKE LAD.


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BIGGEST FUCKING NUCLEAR BOMB IN MY STRAWPAGE. NOT EVEN JOKING. DO NOT JOKE LAD.
another day in court losing to nymir bainbridge, another night shoving him up against a wall. ( a drink at a bar after litigation leads to the promise of a couple lines of cocaine at freddie’s place. he’s eager to get his hands on the other man now that they’ll finally be alone. ) the second they are through the door and it’s shut, he has him pinned against a wall in the entryway, crushing his mouth with his hungrily. ( he’s been wanting to do this all goddamn day. )
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Shaggy was really excited for the Winter Festival. Almost all of his favorite places to eat were whipping up some holiday treats and Shaggy was determined to try two of each treat. He knew that when it came to his ambitious eating that a lot of people would prefer to let him do it alone, but today he had Fred to keep him company. Sometimes Shaggy had no idea what he would do without Fred; he kept him out of trouble, away from terrifying creatures, and was nice to be close to. Shaggy had the tendency to forget that boundaries were a thing sometimes so when his nose caught whiff of something spectacular he had grabbed Fred’s hand and dragged him to it. “Like, this might be the best day of my life,” he said happily, eyeing the mini lasagna rolls in front of them. “I bet I could eat like, all of them.”
Which Soapberry Springs NPC is your favorite and why? (Please refrain from using an NPC belonging to your own character.)
ooc: I haven’t had much of a chance to interact with other characters’ npcs, but I would probably have to say Ollie, because he’s such a tit and I love seeing him featured on the dash. And when Mogwai was around with Von, I just adored Noel. That kid was too precious for this world.
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shaggy was seeing a ton of people come and go into his field of view tonight. with the party being so mysterious it did make his heart race a little more than a normal party would. but he didn’t want to be called a coward for being spooked by not recognizing most of the people there. he had pre-gamed before arriving to calm his nerves, but it didn’t do as much as he hoped it would. not even a pep talk from scooby before he left did much. so it was time for option b; the food. he could eat his way into anything if he tried hard enough, and his stomach was grumbling the moment that he stepped into the place an hour or so ago. stepping carefully as he tried to make his way to the table of delectables, he nearly tripped on his own feet. luckily, there was someone there to catch him. with a lazy smile on his face, he looked at his savior. “like, thanks, dude.”
Are there any people in other houses you’ve become close with?
“Of course! There’s Sam, Ruby, Iann, and Freddie in Ravenclaw; Tuah, Bella, and Grace in Slytherin; and in my own House there’s Iddy, Ephram, and Danny – just to name a few. But as for the ones I’m really closest to, I’d have to say Ruby, Iann, Iddy, and Sam (obviously).”
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Chorophobia
Chorophobia: Our muses dance together.
"I see your tailoring quandary turned out well.”
“I see you finally found your chance to attend one of our soirees,” Dani reflected Freddie’s grin with a teasing glint in their eye.
Leave it to the Savins to find any excuse for a party. In the midst of a warm summer evening, the estate and it’s ballroom had been transformed into the recreation of a Gatsby-esque 1920′s manor, complete with rampant frivolity, the exuberant tunes on jazz in the air, and a widespread sheen of glitter -- which stuck to everything and was, unfortunately, thoroughly unavoidable. Dani had been standing idly by the bar, nursing a flute of champagne. While the vibrant of the festivities was by no means uncharming, it was a bit much to face by oneself; hence their quiet observance of the dance floor from the moderate sanity of its edge.
The smoothly dealt compliment towards their attire prompted Dani to adjust the lapel of their tuxedo with a quick downward glance. “And yes, thank you. I rather like it.”
“You look positively handsome, darling,” Freddie reiterated, leaving the younger glowing at their fashionable accomplishment. He swept his eyes about the room then, curious as he turned back to them. “Where’s your love then? Surely he hasn’t left you here alone looking like that.”
Dani chuckled, “No, he would never. But I’m afraid he won’t be able to make it tonight. A last minute wedding order came in to the shop. Some people are just bloody inconvenient.” They took another sip of their champagne and sighed. “Though perhaps it’s better this way. We both enjoy a good party, but this--” they flicked their eyes out over the floor once more and stepped back when a tipsy, squealing school of mermaids came stumbling by, “--would be a tad too extreme for his taste anyhow. Where are yours then?” The young Savin cocked their head at the fairy in inquiry.
“Oh- they’ll be around.” Freddie waved off the question lightheartedly. “I’m sure they won’t be bothered if I catch up with a mate in the meantime.” He flashed Dani another one of his brilliant grins, and then, after a pause, shifted his gaze to the dancing crowd and back to the petite figure of the human beside him. “Would you care to dance?”
Dani blinked at Freddie’s hand as if surprised by the offer, but a second later, set their glass down and placed their own hand atop of his. “I think I can spare my company for a song or two. I do hope you’re familiar with your swing steps.”
“I can assure you, love, that you won’t have to worry about that one bit,” Freddie smiled as he swept the other out onto the floor and took their hands in preparation.
And so they fell into step to the lively tunes of decades past, swinging and twirling and throwing in the occasional trick of flare until the fast-paced motions landed them both back on the sidelines in a fit of dizzied laughter.
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