bitters like
a cactus
if you step on one of course its going to frickin sting but its not the cactus’ fault for being there its your fault for being a dumbass
dont step on the cactus just kinda look after it and water it every so often and maybe itll grow flowers once a year if youre really lucky by which i mean no it probably wont i think you are probably looking to buy a different kind of cactus but nevertheless this one is good company as long as you dont frickin step on it
This is the one I filled out this morning, ehehhee.
And below… is my fill for it. C:

”..also you owe me a new corn.”
‘cause all best friends need that one photobooth picture 8)
omg i got so lazy i’m sorry i just wow i’m so inconsistent LOL;; it’s almost 5am aaaa
rating: T for some good ol’ fashioned hurt/comfort; tw for alcohol abuse on behalf of a Bitter who’s had it up to here with everyone’s shit.
summary: Entre decides to visit Bitter again, expecting to prepare some tasty green beans for his friend and maybe coax him out of his shell a bit more. He does not, however, expect to find the man he’s looking for nearly shit-faced drunk and looking for a fight.
word count: 1,976 ah wow I didn’t mean for it to be this long
characters/pairings: Entre, Bitterslightly shippy bittre with a kiss if you’re looking for that[A/N: finished for squidfaggot and their lovely friend miss mershon as a prize for guessing five of my favourite tropes; the prompt was something with Bitter and Entre. using the word finished instead of written because this is actually the first fic I ever started working on for this fandom and idk Bitter is just so difficult to write but when I got this request I figured it was a sign I should finally finish it o/]
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b-bles this fic
I’M PRETTY SURE THIS ISN’T WHAT THEY MEANT HAHA
But I really like spooky entre and he’s already messing around with the HS kids anyway.
aaaaaaaand that’s all the requests done time to work on cosplay
wow i didnt reblog this woops….
cute poot poot

the adventures of insane Entre and his headless boyfriend
it’s funny because I didn’t believe you when you said you might already ship it
I never joke about ships
GISELA IM………………….
you’re wHAT 8)
I AM 23903273875981759834.999999% DONE
grocery shopping you say?
OMFG I DIDN’T EVEN SEE THESE NOW FJASLDJFLKSDJL I’M CRYING
a day at the beach
I…………………………..
cuddles
AHAHA in all actuality
for entre
im such a multishipper aaaaaa
i just want my son happy

rating: G for the first part. M for the optional ending which has blood and character death.
summary: Entre’s fed up with Swag constantly bashing him; Bitter’s not quite good at being a sounding board, but he is good at giving unexpected pep talks.
word count: 1,201 (+ 341 for the optional ending)
characters/pairings: Bitter/Entre; slightly shippy Bittre friendship fic.[A/N: you all can blame Gisela/gonnaslapabitch for this. I wanted to write something last night and it would’ve been something depressing but she popped a request in my box that got me to write something optionally less depressing. Set sometime after Swag pranks Bitter but before Bitter gets bitten. Optional ending is optional for those who would like to ignore last night’s fun events. uvu]
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It’s Entre’s turn at the cooking stove once more, but cooking things to a palatable level is really the last thing he’s thinking about because Swag is what’s on his mind—just how he can be such an incorrigible douche who cannot fucking shut his mouth for barbaloot shit, who seems to know just how to trample on every last inch of his nerves and press his fingers up and down all his goddamn buttons, who never lets him forget who’s the fuckup here—
NOOO Its SOO GOOD KGJAKLJGDAFG

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