Hey fuckers it's Evil Charlie and it's time for an EVIL picrew chain. BAHAHHA anyway. Picrew chain but you have to make an evil version of yourself or your sona. Evil either means demon or opposite day version of yourself in this case (opposite colors,opposite personality). Or just do whatever you want idc.
rules: make a poll with 10 of your favorite movies, they can be just 10 movies you loved seeing or your top 10 movies of all time, then tag people and let them choose
I LOVE INTERACTION, please keep tagging me in things. Never stop tagging me, friends. I love you all, and I want to see things, and it means so much that I get tagged at all.
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What does my tagging look like?: I will tag you on tagging games, picrew games, quiz games, etc. etc. I will also probably tag you when I post my writing and art once in a blue moon!
I was tagged by @zennihilation, @serialsforbellara, and @kogarashi-art -- thank you so much!
1. Origins of your blog’s name: I have an affection for nonverbal communication and love the idea of folks having methods of hand signaling to communicate with one another. It just appeals to me. Also, writing feels like a signaling with hands, as a bonus.
2. My ‘I’ll always order this food’: Eggs benedict.
3. Overused emoji: ♥️😂🥰😭
4. Current comfort movie, show, and book:
- Movie: Jurassic Park
- Show: Arrested Development
- Book: Gideon the Ninth
5. Song on repeat: "Sympathy Magic" by Florence + The Machine
6. My current hyperfixation: Dragon Age (in general)
7. Oddly specific thing that brings me joy: Nail polish, specifically the ones by Death Valley Nails.
8. What smell makes me happy: Marshmallow
9. Something I loved as a kid and secretly still do: I don't know if it's secretive because... I grew up on a horse farm lol, but I do still have a bit of a Horse Girl (Gender Neutral) mentality.
10. Phone wallpaper right now: Nona Ingellvar, lol.
11. Are you an early bird or a night owl: Night owl living on an early bird shift.
12. If you work, what is your profession and do you like it: Paralegal. I work in immigration specifically. It's incredibly stressful but I absolutely love it.
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reblog with one of your fictional (or real/celebrity!!) crushes and your top three favorite tropes/dynamics when reading fanfiction (x reader or chara x chara) about them! i’ll go first:
oikawa tōru
・ college au
・popular x popular
・exes to lovers
tags: @xoxochb @x3nafix @inkstainsonmysheets @haeerizm @shootingstargirl2001 @shyandsweetbunny2 @inmyheaddd @mrsarnold @catchmeonyourceiling @foxed-and-frazzled @aezuria @je-suis-indesicive @dollevve + anyone else who would like to participate!!
Thanks @sage-pages and @myokk for the tag!! (also yoinked your banner Cait hope that's okay LOL) Check out their Seb/MC first meets, they're wonderful and hilarious 💖
What was your MC's first interaction with their love interest?
He met her in the middle of the duelling platform, preparing to bow, but Tabitha stuck out her hand instead.
"Nice to meet you, Master Gaunt!"
He had to resist a grimace as she shook like she was trying to extract the last drop of ketchup from the bottle. How could such a tiny, tiny hand be so... clammy?
"My name's Tabitha! Let's have a good fight!"
He surreptitiously wiped down his leg. "Indeed."
After bowing, they made their way to opposite ends. It was time to find out how she'd beaten that dragon.
"Ready?" called Hecat, as Ominis pushed his feet apart. "Begin!"
In what was not a show of sportsmanship but rather an assessment of her technique, he waited to allow Tabitha the first move, prepared to dart aside or arm a shield – but all she did was erratically wave her wand.
"Oh, crumbs, what was it again? Stupidly? Stupid fly?"
What? No, surely she didn't... He inched forwards as she jabbed her wand out.
"STUPID DIE!"
Instead, Ominis cautiously struck three basic casts that pushed her to the edge of the platform, and a fourth that blasted her straight off. Hecat cushioned the fall; the class erupted in confused whispers.
"Again, Miss Fulton-Smyth," said Hecat, as Tabitha stood up, catching her breath. "The spell you're thinking of is Stupefy. Try to fight back this time, hmm?"
"Right, sorry!" she babbled out, climbing back up undeterred. "He's really good!"
This had to be a joke. They'd asked her to join an advanced duelling class – and she couldn't do even the most basic offensive spell? He hadn't even tried! Hecat resumed the duel before he could question it, and to Tabitha's credit, she let out a determined huff and didn't hesitate.
"Stupefy!"
But nothing happened. Ominis flung basic casts towards her again, but this time she had the forethought to avoid them, backing further down the platform.
"Stupefy! Stupefy! Stupefy!" She let out a panicked whine. "Why isn't this working?"
"You need the wand movement!" Sebastian the traitor yelled. "Vertical line down!"
"Ohhhhh! Stupefy!"
A sharp pulse whizzed by Ominis' ear. Finally, a challenge. He swerved left to dodge the next and raised his wand as she threw another.
"Protego." The spell ricocheted into the ceiling, rattling the bone dragon. "Levioso."
"EEEEE!" She pinwheeled into the air, shrieking, before three more blows to the chest shunted her off the platform with a hacked-out yelp.
Useless, again. This couldn't be the same girl that fought a dragon, it simply couldn't.
"I don't think she's ready for this class, Professor," he muttered, trying not to let his irritation show. "Perhaps one with the younger years?"
"You let me worry about that, Master Gaunt," said Hecat, ushering the girl back to her feet again. "We'll try once more, Miss Fulton-Smyth. Remember everything you have learnt... and give it your all."
The beating seemed to have knocked Tabitha's confidence. She pawed back up with a silent wince, wand arm quivering with adrenaline. The moment Hecat began the final match, she fired a basic cast – desperate and sloppy, he flicked it away and sliced forwards, weaving between each attack to trim the space between them.
"S-Stupefy!" He batted it away again, relishing the terrified squall she let out. "Stupefy! Stupefy! Stupefy!"
Each Ominis swatted away like lint. He moved like high tide, undeterred and mighty, as engulfing yet impossible to grasp, and closed the gap in four strides. Tabitha's incantations became incoherent babbles until he pressed the wand tip to her throat.
Beaten, as easily as that.
"Don't take this personally," he said, charged with disdain, "but this is an advanced class, and if you can't keep up, you shouldn't—"
But she cut him off with a scream.
Tossed her wand aside—
And lunged.
He hit the deck with a hollow rattle, winding him as her weight crashed down onto his chest. He was so stunned at the manoeuvre he completely froze when she dug her elbows into his arm joints, screeching some sort of battle cry.
"Wait a moment!" he choked out, struggling to find purchase. "This isn't how we—!"
Then she balled that tiny, tiny hand into a fist.
And sent it flying straight into his crotch.
From the first chapter of my fic! 💚 I remember cackling as I wrote this and the schadenfreude still hasn't gone away 😂
NP tagging some cool writers @amethystandemma, @elkingwriter, @dovewonderland, @colettening, @lyra-prag, @creampuffcloudsdreaming, @espressoristretto-patronum, @libellule-ao3, @lyworth and @morelikeravenbore <3