#serpentsking

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@serpentsking || sc

“So, with my brilliant people skills,” AKA nosiness, persistence, & digging, “I may have found a super good lead for the paper, if you want to be the words to my knowledge.” The blonde leans over, tempting a deal. Caroline Forbes was more for the investigative than the writing side of things. But what did that matter when what she really longed to do was some good on the side of truth, justice, & other basic human decency ideals. 

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Work in Progress

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👔 Roughly pull my muse down by the collar

NONVERBAL STARTERS ✘ ACCEPTING ✘ @serpentsking

👔 roughly pull my muse down by the collar. 

     ❝   oh, so this is how we’re playing this?   ❞   they haven’t fought like this for years, snarling at each other like a pair of rabid dogs, hands clenched in collars until knuckles ache with strain, shaking the other hard, until teeth rattle. he doesn’t like fighting with jughead like this, had thought he’d grown out of it — like he’d grown out of sweet pea, out of leather jackets and flannel every day, out of riverdale. but here they are, his back against the wall ( and one of the coat hooks is digging in between his shoulder blades ), and jughead leaning up into his space in a way that would be welcome any other time.   ❝   you just gonna shove me around whenever you get pissed off? just like your old man, right?   ❞   he knows it’s the worst thing he could have said, the cruellest, most thoughtless thing he could have said, the second jughead’s grip on his shirt slackens. 

    ❝   back off.   ❞   his voice is soft now, and jughead follows the order without hesitation, sagging like a puppet that’s had its strings cut. his shoulders curve forward under the weight of those words, and jughead’s face is scrunching up as he sniffs in that way that means he’s trying not to cry. he tries to shy away when he reaches for him, but he’s not about to let jughead run from this. they won’t be gladys and fp, won’t slowly decay until their house is standing on nothing but rotted foundations. they’re going to talk about this.   ❝   yeah, so much for not being like your dad. first time things go to shit, and all you wanna do is cut and run. push me away so I can’t push you first. but I’m not gonna do that to you. not when everything I do is for you. not when I can’t imagine my life without you in it — we tried that, remember? nearly killed both of us. so I’m not gonna let you do this to me either. get over here, jones.   ❞   jughead glares, wipes at his nose with his sleeve, but doesn’t fight him when he pulls him in, wraps his arms around him.   ❝   I love you, you dumbass. you’re the love of my fucking life. gonna take more than this to chase me away.   ❞

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goodnessfilled && swcctserpents/mcntlethemagnificent

@serpentsking &. send me a url and i’ll write some positivity for it!: accepting

@goodnessfilled — i don’t think i’ve told ric, but i love love LOVE her so much! honestly chatting ooc and writing with you is such a pleasure and i’m really glad i have the privilege of doing it! i love that you’re open and willing to expand on betty and archie’s relationship with me, whether it be the platonic best friends route, or the romantic route. and let me just say, you write archie so incredibly well! i truly hear his voice in every reply you write and you shed light on details that are so important and most people tend to forget. i adore you and maybe we’ll meet next year while i’m in the netherlands! 

@swcctserpent / @mcntlethemagnificent​ — i literally just followed them bc of you sending this so i don’t know anything about them at all, but i’m pretty sure i’ve seen both urls around and if they write with the people on my dash i can only assume that they’re just as amazing! 

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👕 Tug on my muse’s sleeve/shirt/skirt

NONVERBAL STARTERS ✘ ACCEPTING ✘ @serpentsking

👕 tug on my muse’s sleeve/shirt/skirt. 

    ❝  hmm? ❞   he knows how much jughead hates reggie mantle’s parties, he really does. sweet pea’s not a huge fan of them himself, but attendance has become an obligation since he made the basketball team. doesn’t matter how much he complains about how ritualistic their bonding activities are ( like worshipping the god of the keg, in their bizarre upside-down tribute, or kneeling on the marble altar that is reggie’s kitchen benchtop as they take shot after shot ), he’s still gotta be seen at the party of the month. usually, he lets jughead stay at home, work on his novel to his heart’s content. but he’d been insistent about his boyfriend accompanying him to this one, since it was expected to be the blowout event of the year in riverdale.

reggie mantle’s halloween bash. 

apparently, they’re the stuff of legend. many an urban myth was spawned in these not-so-hallowed halls, some of which still make sweet pea’s skin crawl to think about. it had taken him about twenty seconds to see that most of those stories? they might actually be true. the music is intolerably loud, and he can feel the reverberations in his bones if he stands in one place too long. there are sweat-slicked bodies packed into every inch of the place, and reggie’s even got strobes hooked up in the living room-turned-dancefloor. the place reeks of booze and stale sweat and what’s probably vomit, but sweet pea’s used to it now. he’d lost jug about an hour in, had given up trying to find him after tina patel had shoved a red solo cup in his hand, and ginger lopez had plastered herself to his side and badgered him until he’d given in, drank it. 

and the next. and the next. and the next…

     he’s shitfaced, when jughead finds him, pulls on the hem of his shirt, and there’s lipstick smeared over half his mouth, and all over his tattoo. he hadn’t been quick enough to stop ginger, hadn’t really felt the need to, in his inebriated state. it had felt good, and it hadn’t been until she’d gotten his belt undone that he’d remembered why it wasn’t. now that jug’s looking up at him with hurt in his eyes, betrayal, he knows he’s fucked up beyond what he can fix while he’s like this. but that’s not gonna stop him from trying.   ❝  no, babe—this isn’t what it looks like, okay? ❞

[forsytheelizabeth]

your header is cute af!! leave boo alone anon sheesh

thank you! i appreciate that. i worked hard on it and this anon is confused if they think they’re gonna change my opinion on it. 

[perfectioncursed]

uh all the texts obvi

send a word for a specific text from my muse to yours || accepting || @serpentsking just know that you’re lucky i love you

send ‘DRUNK’ to receive a drunk text from my muse.

[ TEXT → JUGGIE 👑 ]: jug. JUG. JUGGIE. JUGHEAD. FORSYTHE.[ TEXT → JUGGIE 👑 ]:sorry, that last one crofssed the line [ TEXT → JUGGIE 👑 ]: i don’t even knwo why i decided to text yeou in the first place[ TEXT → JUGGIE 👑 ]: wohere are you? why aren’t you here?

send ‘SAD’ to receive a sad/down text from my muse. 

[ TEXT → JUGGIE 👑 ]: i just…i don’t understand why polly left, jug[ TEXT → JUGGIE 👑 ]: were we not enough for her here? even after she had the twins, it was obvious how much mom fell in love with them. we all did. and she still felt like she had to leave. to get out of riverdale and away from us.[ TEXT → JUGGIE 👑 ]: what’s wrong with my family?

send ‘MAD’ to receive a mad/angry text from my muse. 

[ TEXT → JUGGIE 👑 ]: you told me that you weren’t going to go there, jug. that the serpents had it handled. and then i find out, from none other than toni topaz, might i add, that you’re right in the middle of it. on the way to greendale for…god, i don’t even know what.[ TEXT → JUGGIE 👑 ]: let me know when you’re home so that i can stop worrying about you. but after that, i don’t want to talk.

send ‘HAPPY’ to receive a happy/excited text from my muse.

[ TEXT → JUGGIE 👑 ]: guess what they just put back on netflix?![ TEXT → JUGGIE 👑 ]: okay, i realize that was an incredibly vague question so i’ll answer it for you[ TEXT → JUGGIE 👑 ]: ALL of the halloween movies! i mean, like, the series, not just the holiday in general. prepare for an all weekend marathon, babe. netflix and chill 😉

send ‘TIRED’ to receive a slow/sleepy text from my muse.

[ TEXT → JUGGIE 👑 ]: i have way too many blankets on my bed right now because you’re not here to keep me warm. i don’t like it.[ TEXT → JUGGIE 👑 ]: i promise you i am staying awake until you get here though. even if i have to set an alarm every five minutes to wake me back up.[ a few minutes later ][ TEXT → JUGGIE 👑 ]: see? i’m still awake. and i still miss you.

send ‘BORED’ to receive a disinterested text from my muse.

[ TEXT → JUGGIE 👑 ]: jug. babe. i love you, but i have approximately two chapters left in this book. give me like twenty minutes and i will be all yours, i promise.

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😉 Pull my muse in by the hips

NONVERBAL STARTERS ✘ ACCEPTING ✘ @serpentsking

😉 pull my muse in by the hips.

❝   awfully grabby tonight, aren’t we, jones?   ❞

not that he’s complaining… finn goes willingly, stepping in close and letting his hands rest, steady and sure, on his boyfriend’s thighs. jughead doesn’t answer him beyond a hum from the back of his throat, is too distracted with sliding his hands under finn’s shirt to get at the warm skin beneath. they’ve been trying to “make dinner” for almost two hours now, though he uses that term loosely. it looks like he’s about to lose his shirt again, after having just retrieved it from where jughead had thrown it not ten minutes ago. he’s got no idea what’s gotten into the other, but he’s not about to look a gift horse in the mouth. jug’s nails drag lightly down his chest, and it makes him sigh, lean down to press a sweet kiss to the corner of his boyfriend’s mouth. their noses bump when jug turns his head, to catch his lips in a proper kiss. it leaves them both breathless, foreheads pressed together when their lungs are screaming for a reprieve. finn knows he’s officially lost the battle with a homecooked meal tonight when he feels jug brushing his lips feather-light over his tattoo, and a groan rattles out of him. 

❝   fuck it, we’ll order out.   ❞