ic fmk: sing edition

[singhelpers]

Fuck (kiss), marry, or kill


— post your a toplevel for your character or throw three people's names out into the ether
— decide which one your character would like to fuck (or hug for the wee ones), marry, or kill
— respond appropriately
— shenanigans ensue

Comments

[ployboy]

[Tim would say she's got a mean streak. It's always the quiet ones.

Tim's also a moron when left to his own devices and so]

Uh.

Um, like?

Marry?

We can divorce.

[castitas]

[ Totally not a mean streak, okay?

And... she's just going very quiet for a moment and her eyebrows are shooting way up. ]

... Wow. Gosh. Um, like— okay.

[ Wow, Tim said he'd Marry Her. ]

I mean—

[ She's got nothing. Totally not the answer she was expecting. She's not looking at him. Yeah. Totally not looking at him. Flustered. Just a little. ]

[ployboy]

[goddamnitnowhy]

It's okay!

[why]

I'm-- I'd be terrible to get married to-- I know that, you know that, but... hear me out, when we split because I'm an absent workaholic, you still get millions.

's a good deal for... like, you. Meals on Wheels. Whatever you want.

[Make him shut up he hasn't Thought About This at all, no....]

[castitas]

That... kinda sounds like you had our whole marriage and divorce all... pre-planned.

[ CALLING HIM OUT ON ALL OF THIS because how dare you make her Flustered. But yeah, Tim writing 'Mrs Kate Drake' in his journal.... That's what this kinda sounds like.

Wow. Just... wow. ]

I... wouldn't want your money, anyways. It's not really important. Besides, I'd want to make my own with my books.

[ployboy]

Pre-planned... divorce...

[Tim, mortified, opens his mouth!!

closes his mouth because lol that... actually makes sense, yes, he totally would plan a divorce, it's really not that different from his splitting with Tam.

Tam, whose name brings heat back to his face and ah

hell.]

You asked!

[this is fun, he thinks, because he's a dirty blushing masochist]

[castitas]

I mean, personally I think if my future marriage had troubles like... I'd want to work them out? Like, marriage vows are sacred.

[ Just saying.

Hypothetically working out hypothetical marital problems in her hypothetical marriage to Tim.

Lord, help her.

Yes, she know she asked. Like, she was honestly thinking he just... wanted to get with her. Y'know. Like that. Not marriage. ]

You totally could've just said 'hug', y'know.

[ployboy]

[Sacred, she says, and Tim still stammers out his guilty silence.]

I- I would too! I don't think... I don't know, I don't think I would want to give up, marriage is...

[Complicated.

Extremely complicated.

Loud shouting.

Hooooly cow, it is hot in here.

Tim looks... off to one side. Feels his age.

It's a terrible feeling.]

Well, yeah, but marriage is more than hugs and-- not like that! Not like that! I'm not-

[What if he bites off his tongue. What if. It's tempting.] Look, there's security in a... partnership. Like that.

It's important to think of...

Things.

[this is a cry for help]

[castitas]

[ She's quiet. Watching him with raised eyebrows, heat in her cheeks.

Like she doesn't know what to do at this point—

So she just... let's him continue. ]

'Important to think of things'. [ Oh-kay. Yeah. She sees, she understands, and there's a slow nod. ] So, what— you've been considering marriage with me? That's what you've been thinking about? In this... place.

[ She's... possibly being mean again. ]

No. I get it. Marriage is like being in a team.

I guess I expected a different answer.

why

[ployboy]

[Imagine ever thinking about marriage in this place. Tim can't help the (helpless) quiet, short laugh of,] I literally just finished saying I'm not Marriage Material, and should it happen--

it's not going to happen.

[And he almost says YES, that yes marriage is like being on a team because that's when Tim feels togetherness and love and patience and grace and kindness and years and years of it

but Kate hadn't... meant it that way, and Tim doesn't know what to do.

Like life is great just because you share it with someone else? Tell that to all the broken plates and sleepless nights and bankrupt--

oh my god, he thinks,

she's speaking English but she barely makes sense. She's being mean for the heck of it.

Tim can relate. He sighs, agitation put aside to nod and agree, ]

Right. Right, you expected hugs.

[to make everything better.]

life is suffering

[castitas]

Whether something shouldn't or wouldn't happen is totally different to actually thinking about it. Like... in a general sense?

[ Okay, now she's technically teasing. She gets it. It wouldn't happen, and she's shaking her head with a tiny smile. She's eviscerated you enough, Tim.

(Maybe Wynonna's rubbing off on her a little too much.)

It's weird. Sometimes he make her all... weird. ]

Honestly, I wasn't exactly expecting hugs, either. [ There's discomfort and she swallows, shrugging. ] But like... that's a whole other thing.

[ Her face goes blank. Viral slut. Kate twerks for Jesus. Will bang for Jesus. Hey Kate, we loved your porno.

... She'd prefer hugs. She always did.

That was never her. ]

[ployboy]

[Tell that to an overactive imagination. Tim gestures uselessly, at a loss because now she's smiling and he's still flustered, which is very topsy-turvy.

He considers asking March for a drink, and then promptly remembers that he actually kinda hates the taste. Alcohol is gross. Tim's curiosity was satiated years ago. It tastes dis.gus.ting.

Kate goes blank.

Tim lets his head drop, meaning it bumps and rests on her shoulder heavily and annoyingly due to their relative positions on this Bonfire Night night.

He's no mind reader. But he's seen some things.

He hopes his hair doesn't smell like a barn, though it's wrangled into submission despite the unruly growth. What kind of tiger are you, asked Salamanca. The kind that headbutts for attention, apparently.]

You're fine. 'm not a fan of Other Things either.

[says the Lying Liar Who Lies.

...........god has forsaken them.


so

naturally,]

Who's going to tell Derpy we're not gonna tie the knot after all...?

[castitas]

[ Everything's blank and then the next thing she knows is Tim's head is resting on her shoulder and she's suddenly very aware of that fact. She makes no attempt to move him off, because that'd be pretty rude. It's not like he's doing anything crappy—

but she's just sitting there— very quietly— red in the face—

It's a very close proximity.

To, like, a boy.

(His hair does kinda smell like a barn. Sawdust too, she thinks. It's not all that gross.)

You're fine. 'm not a fan of Other Things either. and she's glad she doesn't have to explain anything further with that, her shoulders seem a whole lot less tense. ]

Frodo. [ She corrects him. ] We're not calling him Derpy, anymore.

[ployboy]

[Any dangerously domestic quip or over-eager encouragement of all things geeky goes unsaid.

Tim's hot leaf juice (tea) is no longer warmish and the cup just sorta precariously dangles off the fingers of one limp hand.

Tim, having found a mildly horizontal surface to rest his head against as he sits, is breathing very evenly, very deeply.

Her shoulders are too small, too bony, and a flyaway strand of hair tickles his nose.

7/10. Would not recommend.

Dead to the world, she should count it as a miracle that he's not even drooling. Tbh.]

[castitas]

[




... oh my gosh, did he... literally just fall asleep on her?!

Her face is still burning with... well, it's not indignation but it sure is burning. It's... something. A BOY FELL ASLEEP ON HER AND SHE DOESN'T KNOW WHAT TO DO.

So she's just going to... sit there, still as stone. Face bright red.

(And also take that tea away from him before he spills it all over them.)



(Thank you for not drooling.)







Someone please help. ]

oopzzzzzz

[ployboy]

[Denied.]

SO RUDE

[castitas]

[ Why are you so intolerable. Why must you do this to her. ]