#showsomecreativity

[deathrocket]

Mmm. With your blue hair, how could I NOT?

Put "Mmm" in my ask if you've ever had a dirty thought about me

[ omg bb i’ve been seeing you on my dash i was talkin about you the other day! ]

With a manic grin, Jinx flips an aqua plait over a shoulder. “I know!”

[chaos-and-creativity]

❖ Pucker up, buttercup.

Paige always had a fond interest in other notepads. Almost three hundred years since discovering other universes existed, and she’d never tired of meeting other versions of herself. Never were they exactly like her, but at the same time, they usually had more than enough in common to get along. 

She hadn’t known this notepad for as long as she’d known the others, though curiosity had already began to take root. She wanted to see how she would react to various stimuli, what her response to specific situations would be and how it compared to how her doppelgangers responded. 

Inwardly, Paige approached only after much thought and consideration, but outwardly, it appeared to be a spur of the moment action. Arms behind her back, she strolled up to her other, leaned forward, and brushed her lips against hers. It was soft and quick, only lasting a moment before she pulled away, her too wide eyes gleaming as she smiled, “Hello, friend.”

[deathrocket]

Yo. I want to hold everyone at a Starbucks hostage and drink all their coffee. Wanna join?

oh god yes.

[deathrocket]

Kiss me, Jinxy!

With a smirk, the criminal pulls the manic girl closer to her and gives her a kiss between psychos. Only three? she thought to herself. But why not kiss everyone?

[frostflameannie]

"I’ll kill you. That’s not a threat; it’s a promise."

"That’s not a very creative taunt.” Annie sneered, a wicked grin on her face.

"But go ahead and try. I’m not stopping you." She sounded calm—almost casual as she faced down her soon to be attacker. 

"I hope you like fire."