#matchies

[fakeheart]

please end it for me, in the worst case scenario ...

kanamafu matching icons from the cutlery 2dmv. free to use.

[calm-cat]

💐 sayaka • mami • kyoko

✧.° and if sometimes you feel for your love, send a little heart for her；and she'll be there for you with her love, waiting only for you!

＊ click here for pt. one!

[puppy-puk3]

@ur-a-kid-ur-a-squid and I are just Cosmo and Wanda - two halves of a whole idiot.

[its-hai-time]

If no one has suggested it yet, maybe draw the fey sisters as ghosts bcs it would be so silly

I adore them.

[ghostbbunny]

Should've been revenant who was part of new cat skin set... for no... particular reason...

[h0ney-bee]

These guys

[madfanatic]

Skid and Pump!

[blarrghe]

tagged in last week’s wip wednesdays and six sentence sundays and such by @midnightprelude @barbex and @aymayzing (thanks guys!) and I didn’t do it. But I am writing things again today and I think it’s a good sign when a scene I’m writing where one character laughs at another makes me laugh out loud on the re-read, which is what just happened. So here’s a funny little scene from Matchsies, the fic which started as a joke and is becoming a very fun romantic comedy apparently. Love getting invested in my own jokes. 

Tagging y’all right back, as well as @onionjuggler @mars-colony @the-gay-wardens @inquisitoracorn @halwardpavushatersclub and @fandomn00blr

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“Isn’t that...” 

He was looking across the street, towards the patio of a larger, newer, more expensive bar that had recently opened up and raised the property values on the street enough to close down Taren’s favourite record store, and when Taren followed his gaze, there he was. There he was with a tall, golden-haired and muscular man, leaning in over their table and making eyes at him over a tall glass of something that was probably expensive. 

Taren flushed, muttered “yep,” and took a long, deep drink of his own cheap beer. 

Thom kept watching the scene unfold across the street, Dorian’s hand on the other man’s knee, smirking and winking or whatever it was he was doing — Taren only glanced over and then quickly away again — getting up, walking away from their table with his arm around the other man’s back, pausing a few paces away to light the other man’s cigarette, his hand still finding ways to make subtle contact with the other man’s waist — Taren kept looking and then quickly glancing away, while Thom said, “well that’s…” shook his head, “want to head inside?” 

Taren shook his head. He didn’t care. He’d had one drink with Dorian and he had one coffee scheduled and he wasn’t at all under any illusions as to what finding dates through Matchsies was all about, so he really didn’t care. He glanced quickly over at them again, the other man was actually taller than Dorian, and very good looking, in a white bread sort of way; square-jawed and clean cut and dressed about as stylishly, though in a more subtle way, as Dorian. Dorian looked up and across the street too, and when his eye caught Taren’s looking back, he smirked. He maybe even winked. Taren blushed, dumbly raised his hand in a halfhearted wave, and looked back at Thom, who appeared to be in competing states, trying very hard not to laugh while eyeing him with concern.

“Fuck,” Taren muttered, which broke Thom’s restraint on the laugh.