#quirkle

[kozidraws]

*gasp* Happy early birthday, man! :D And AXE THROWING- WAT that sounds so fucking cool!

Thanks Quirkle!!! 💙 and yasss gonna be so much fun!!! 😆😆😆

[chgreenblatt]

Quirkle is a tile matching game for 2-4 players, kind of like dominoes with colors and shapes. It’s a classic for good reason.

You have a hand of 6 tiles, and on your turn you place tiles adjacent to an existing tile. Each tile in a line must match color or shape, and there can’t be any duplicates. When you place a tile, you get points for each tile in whatever lines it intersects. If you finish off a group of 6, you get a Quirkle which means a bonus 6 points! Trying to get that bonus without setting up your opponents to grab takes a little strategy.

Quirkle’s simplicity means anyone can play, making it a great family game. But don’t let its look fool you. It’s still a ton of fun, with enough tension to be repeatedly enjoyable. With so many newer and flashier games, it’s not one I pull out a lot. But every time I play it, I’m reminded how good it is. It’s the comfy sweater of the board game collection.

Check it out!

[popgoesthewiener]

Devastating - Quaid/Firkle, Filmore Anderson/Firkle - SFW

Title: Devastating Author: Daisy Fandom: South Park Setting: Skeeter’s Wine Bar Pairing: Quaid/Firkle, Filmore Anderson/Firkle Characters: Quaid, Firkle, Filmore Anderson Genre: Drama/Romance Rating: T Chapters: 1/1 Word Count: 946 Type of Work: One-Shot, Fanfiction-Friends’ Weekly Writing Prompt Status: Complete Warnings: Gay, Slash, Yaoi, Forced Kisses, Underage Drinking, Jealousy, Unbeta’d Disclaimer: I don’t own anything. Summary: Quaid had intended on getting Firkle to leave, but all he did was confuse himself further. Tonight was a disaster. AN: Another piece for the Fanfiction-Friends’ Weekly Writing Prompts! This week’s prompt was Disaster, and this is what came out. xD I love these guys so much. ; u; Here we go! This is for @quaidsilva / @filmoreandersonx! Devastating ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ How many drinks had it taken to make Firkle look less like a punching bag and more like something he wanted to take home? Even Quaid had lost count, but he’d never really started, either. 

It had started simply enough. Under Filmore’s nose, he’d gone and invited Firkle out for drinks, mostly to intimidate the other out of dating his best friend. What he’d done, though, while he’d waited for the little goth to appear, was drink his anger down to a slow burn in his gut. When the other finally took the time to arrive, Quaid was too far gone not to want to leap on the first chance to test out Firkle’s slutty reputation. The skinny goth traipsed over, taking his seat at the bar beside Quaid, not managing eye contact with his long-time bully. Instead, he ordered himself his own shot of liquid courage, downing the whipped cream vodka quickly. He knew, somehow, that he’d need it. When his hand moved to call for another, Quaid’s shot out and grabbed his wrist, and for a second, Firkle’s heart skipped a beat. For a long moment that stretched into a thousand eternities, Firkle’s stormy blue eyes met Quaid’s grassy green ones, and then the jock shot off like lightning. What the goth expected to be a punch, or maybe his head cracking against the bar, was, instead, a crushing kiss that left his lips bruised and breath caught in his throat. One of Quaid’s big hands held the back of his head in a death grip, as if pulling away would, once and for all, announce his sexuality to the world and he wasn’t ready for that step out of the closet. Everything about the kiss was rough and sloppy, but it certainly wasn’t the first time that Firkle had ever dealt with a man so homophobic he couldn’t be himself. Many of the guys he’d slept with before Filmore had been the same, too afraid of what other people thought to let their freak flag fly. Some of them still were, convinced Firkle would keep their secret. And he did. When Quaid finally broke the kiss, panting like he’d just run a marathon and glaring as though this was all Firkle’s doing, the goth prepared himself for a punch. But it didn’t come. Peeling open his eyes again, not quite sure when he’d scrunched them shut, he stared up at the other, watching his face carefully. There was a flicker of disgust, followed by a sneer he could have placed anywhere, and the hand still forcing pressure on the back of his head pushed him closer again. This time, the larger man was going to have the goth at his mercy, if only because he wanted to kill him for making these stupid kisses good. He’d remembered the stories of Wendy Testaburger and Eric Cartman, how their sexual tension had been easily disbanded by a kiss. Why wasn’t it working with Firkle? It wasn’t like he liked the kid in his lap. He was scrawny, he wasn’t good at anything, all he ever did was talk down on everyone. Why did Filmore like him so damn much? Another kiss, and he hoped to find out the reason. Tongue, maybe? His alcohol addled brain sure seemed to think that that was a crackerjack idea, and he took Firkle’s chin in his hand helping to keep the other focused as he sunk his tongue into the other’s mouth. He tasted like stale cigarettes and mint and cherry all at once, and it was straight up intoxicating. No wonder Filmore liked this little slut. “You’re a fucking whore.” It wasn’t the nicest thing that someone had ever said to him, but Firkle didn’t mind so much. Quaid would say that about him until he was blue in the face, and the fact of the matter was, he’d had no choice in either of these kisses. He’d done what came naturally, sucked his tongue, then tried to push it back out. He didn’t really kiss back either time, but Quaid was leaning in again, and he needed to think fast. “I stopped doing that. For him.” He spoke quickly, and Quaid paused; there was anger shining in his eyes, coupled with shame that the alcohol probably helped him feel. This whole thing was a disaster and a half. He had come here to try and beat Firkle out of Filmore’s life. Leave him dead in a ditch, maybe. But, instead, here he was, forcing a makeout session on his best friend’s boyfriend. Somehow, it sunk in that maybe this wasn’t the way to go about finding out just what the Korean saw in this kid. Letting Firkle go with a bit of a push, he growled a little and looked away. Another brandy on the rocks for him, and he downed it like it didn’t scorch his insides. He should have known better than to start drinking. That was where this all went south. Firkle opened his mouth to speak but Quaid rose his hand to stop him. “Just go, Ablah. I don’t care to continue this. Go tell him for all I care. His decision is obvious.” It might not have been something he understood, but it was right there, staring at him like he had a moose growing out of the side of his head. Firkle hesitated, as if he didn’t know quite what to do, before simply nodding, rising, and flouncing his way out the door. Stupid slut. He’d find out somehow how to break them up. Tonight was just shaping up poorly, that was all. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ AN: Wowie Zowie, that ended up being more than I thought it would be. I had a lot of fun with this one. Hope you guys enjoyed!

[ygodmyy20]

3, 7, 8, 19 :]

I am finally answering my ask game questions hhahaha

3. What is your writing ritual and why is it cursed?

We both asked this question to one another quirkle and I also don't know what it means bahahahha I don't have. ritual I just have OH MAN TIME TO WRITE LETS GOOOO energy

Maybe that is my ritual. Just MUST WRITE ENERGY

7. What is your deepest joy about writing?

Writing something that I feel so good about. Something that expresses my thoughts and feelings into words. And really, that I get to read it later and sink into that headspace again.

8. If you had to write an entire story without either action or dialogue, which would you choose and how would it go?

Holy crap um. Probably.....action. I love writing action a LOT but I need dialogue. I am a huge dialogue writer. I live for dialogue and I like to hope I am pretty good at it.

19. Tell me a story about your writing journey. When did you start? Why did you start? Were there bumps along the way? Where are you now and where are you going?

And this is the question that took me awhile to answer.

I started writing fanfics when I was 13, kicking off with Yugioh and i wrote for that fandom from around 2003 till about 2015. I wrote so much that I considered going to collage for writing and I went to writers workshops in the summer and got into the University of Iowa's English program, which has one of the best creative writing masters programs in the country. I had planned on getting my Bachelors and Masters from there.

Well.....i burned out in my first year, moved back to Michigan, changed majors to business and slowly stopped writing as much. Some big life changes happened to me between graduating collage and 2013. I tried to keep writing but it just didn't stick. I couldn't write, nothing was happening. I lost nearly all my creativity for around 10 years.

I completely stopped writing between 2015 and 2023.

And then, in May 2023, I found this lovely lil anime we all know and love called Mob Psycho 100.

I started drawing, and I started writing, I started engaging with fandom again. I wrote Float and people commented and the read my work. I was ecstatic I didn't know what to do--people read my work, I honestly couldn't believe it. Like, the reception I got from my mp100 fanfics was so positive compared to my previous works. It was....honestly so amazing.

I then wrote the very self indulgent Just Breathe, my step into shipping once again.

And then in September I wrote one of my favorite pieces of fiction I have ever written ever in my life, which is Blackhole.

And then, I started thinking of an ageswap and Black Sweatshirt was born.

Now, I am knee deep in this ageswap fic, a post-canon series, and many other one-shots. I have written over 100,000 words in under a year. The train shows no sign of stopping (it slowed down a bit recently but I am pretty sure I just needed a break)

Right now where I am at, in this moment, is someone who is very happy with my writing. I have wonderful friends who will beta my work, there is a whole community to share my art with. My ageswap is nearly 20 chapters long (Yeah oof I know haha).

Where i am going: To finish this story. To write my post-canon series. To hopefully have readers that enjoy my work, even though it may take me months to years to finish them.

To one day, maybe one day, re-write and finish Shadows. My last YGO fanfic that I still hope to one day finish. I will rewrite the whole thing though.

[davidhop]

Eleanor won #quirkle https://www.instagram.com/p/Cp7LBmFMhqa/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[ao3-deviance]

Fic Rec

Eijiro Is the Best Medicine by quirkle

I am so fucking weak for domestic fics and, god, this one makes me melt like chocolate on a hot day. So tender and affectionate. Beautiful. 

[lokisheen]

Tonight’s chantey night: Quirkle, Captain’s Daughter (from @greysail ) and listening to the @thelongestjohns 100k stream #chantey #greysailbrewing #quirkle https://www.instagram.com/p/CESwLOSpDN5/?igshid=1r6bmzb1r60ad

[crispyphantombread]

a horrible lawless chaotic game of quirkle