Force my Muse to Spill their Secrets
🌧- For a heavy, emotional secret
🙃- For a lighter, slightly embarrassing secret
🌟- For a secret wish or desire of theirs
🍏- For something they secretly wish didn’t exist
🍎- For something they secretly wish did exist
❤️- For a secret crush
📲- Talk about someone/something you dislike, but only pretend to like
👁🗨- Talk about someone/something you like, but pretend to dislike
🍻- For something bad/mischievous you did as a child or teen that your parents don’t know about
🌜- For a ‘weird’ habit or tic that no one knows about
💃- For a talent that they like to keep hidden from others
🏹- For a talent they wish they had
👻- For something that scares or disturbs them, but they refuse to tell anyone
☢️- For a controversy or scandal they have been able to keep mostly under wraps
🐇- For a secret item they keep (stuffed animal, comfort object, etc)
📒- For a secret journal/diary they keep (Bonus: Share an entry from it!)
📔- For a secret sketchbook they keep (Bonus: Share a sketch or doodle within it!)
🖤- For something they secretly wish they could do with your muse
❓- Free Space! Ask them about a specific secret!
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@tsariniia | various starters, still accepting: ❛ there’s no ‘we’ in fries.❜
“I can’t go a single day without people asking me for food,” Acha said as he pulled out his wallet, laying down money on the counter of the fast food restaurant. “Fine, today I buy you fries, and tomorrow you play hockey with me, sound like a deal?” He was pleased that Anya had come to visit him, but he wasn’t sure whether Thunder Bay was the best city for such a visit- regardless, he enjoyed having guests, especially ones like her.
“Say, is the weather better, worser, or the same in Russia right now?” Outside, snow and wind howled, and Acha was sure he’d have to dig out his shed to get to his hockey supplies today.
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@vonprasserei | various starters, still accepting: ❛ no airbag, we die like men. ❜
Achachak held onto his seat belt for his dear life. In Canada, the fastest highway only went 120 kilometers per hour, and the traffic on most major highways was usually so bad that you wouldn’t even get to that speed on a normal work day. Here, on the Autobahn, with Julia going at over 250 kilometers per hour, Acha would be lying if he said he didn’t feel a little...nervous.
“For fucks sakes woman, slow down!” He said through gritted teeth. He’d only ever driven like this on empty back roads, with moose fences protecting him from blowing the roof of his car off by hitting one. Or the times he’d gone pond skipping on skidoos when James Bay froze over. But this Autobahn was different, there were people around, people going just as fast as they were, people that they could crash into.
“Wait- what do you mean there’s no fucking airbag!” In one hand he clutched his medicine pouch, thinking a quick prayer to Creator and all the Ancestors watching him to ensure that they did not crash and kill anyone nor themselves. He wanted to get to Berlin alive, but he was not sure if Julia had the same intentions. The plus side was that Germans seemed to be far better drivers than Canadians. He tilted his head back, screwed his eyes shut, and muttered the same prayer aloud. “If I die I’m gonna fuckin’ murder you- I can feel my soul being yanked out of my asshole you’re drivin’ so fuckin’ fast-”
Acha was a bit of a drama queen, to say the least.
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@siixgcd | various starters, still accepting: ❛ there’s no ‘we’ in fries. ❜
“There ain’t no sharing in it neither,” Acha retorted, holding his fries over Azaadi’s head. “Getcher own damn fries, bud. See over there?” He pointed towards a cart with his lips. “Fries, hot dogs, hamburgers, fuckin’ funnel cakes- only thing they don’t got is fry bread but I never seen any fry bread carts down here.”
Nathan Phillips square and it’s endless food carts was a sight to behold, thought Acha. Toronto was much different than Moose Factory, where he had just been for the past few weeks helping teach Cree to school children, but had since returned to the south for other sorts of work. Acha was not too fond of the south, he much preferred being out in the country rather than a concrete jungle like Toronto and the rest of the damn GTA, but a visit every now and then wasn’t too bad. He enjoyed the food, and their low prices to say the least.
He sighed, feeling bad now for withholding his fries. “Fine, take a few,” he said, lowering the container. “You can’t never say I’m not a nice guy, huh.” Acha shoved a handful of fries in his mouth, and without finishing chewing he stated, “These fries are fuckin’ deadly buddy, don’t eat all of ‘em.”
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various starters
❛ you’re a weapon and weapons don’t weep. ❜
❛ hurt me once, I’ll kill you twice. ❜
❛ never trust a survivor until you learn what they did to stay alive. ❜
❛ death is the only god that comes when you call. ❜
❛ I am teeth. I am royal. you are nothing to me. ❜
❛ the sun will rise and we will try again. ❜
❛ we’re just kids. we aren’t supposed to be heroes. ❜
❛ I like my women like I like my Absinthe: bitter and intoxicating. ❜
❛ what doesn’t kill me better run. ❜
❛ she wasn’t looking for a knight. she was looking for a sword. ❜
❛ don’t dehumanize bad people, because it’s their humanity which makes what they’ve done so terrifying. ❜
❛ she isn’t just pretty. she is otherworldly and vaguely threatening. ❜
❛ magic is not good or evil. is a knife evil? only if the wielder is. ❜
❛ I don’t want your crown. see, I’ve come to burn your kingdom down. ❜
❛ they broke my wings. they forgot I have claws. ❜
❛ all that blood was never beautiful, it was just red. ❜
❛ what do you do when there’s no hero in the story? simple. you kill the monster and crown yourself. ❜
❛ how terrible it is, to love something that death can touch. ❜
❛ you may not be interested in war, but it is interested in you. ❜
❛ I feel divinity in my bones like aching. like fire. ❜
❛ you make me feel and I don’t like it. I want it to stop. now. ❜
❛ you are losing my interest and that is very dangerous. ❜
❛ she will burn your kingdoms down, herself with it, if it means your ruin. ❜
❛ it’s okay to be scared. it means your about to do something brave. ❜
❛ she looks like divine absolution. ❜
❛ I will not be another flower, picked for my beauty and left to die. I will be wild, difficult to find and impossible to forget. ❜
❛ be careful with words. they can be forgive, but never forgotten. ❜
❛ you not wanting me was the beginning of me wanting myself. ❜
❛ I’m tired of fighting. for once, I want to be fought for. ❜
❛ never run back to what broke you. ❜
❛ I was quite, but not blind. ❜
❛ your gut knows what’s up. trust that bitch. ❜
❛ we all eat lies when our hearts are hungry. ❜
❛ do not judge my story by the chapter you walked in on. ❜
❛ I’m just a girl, standing in front of a salad, wishing it was a donut. ❜
❛ you can miss something but not want it back. ❜
❛ you can’t save people, you can only love them. ❜
❛ I came, I saw, I made it awkward. ❜
❛ we buy shite we don’t need, with money we don’t have, to impress people we don’t like. ❜
❛ you’re always one decision away from a different life. ❜
❛ my brain has too many tabs open. ❜
❛ I’m not saying I hate you, just that you’re like the Monday of people. ❜
❛ there’s no ‘we’ in fries. ❜
❛ apology accepted, trust denied. ❜
❛ death and I have been scandalously intimate for some time now. ❜
❛ life happens. coffee helps. ❜
❛ I am mine before I am ever anyone else’s. ❜
❛ I rely a bit too heavily on alcohol and irony. ❜
❛ very early in my life it was already too late. ❜
❛ is that a threat or are you flirting with me. ❜
❛ was the use of force necessary in completing your objectives? ❜
❛ I’ll let you drag me to hell if it means you’ll hold my hand. ❜
❛ I do bad things, and I do them very well. ❜
❛ you drink too much, you cuss too much and you have questionable morals. you’re everything I ever wanted. ❜
❛ they will kill you, but first they will have to catch you. ❜
❛ drugs might kill you but they’ll never break your heart. ❜
❛ good girls are just bad girls that haven’t been caught. ❜
❛ a pretty face doesn’t guarantee a pretty heart. ❜
❛ no airbag, we die like men. ❜
❛ true evil is, above all, seductive. ❜
❛ it takes more courage to suffer than to die. ❜
❛ you must be lucky to avoid the wolf every time. but the wolf? he only needs enough luck to catch you once. ❜
❛ justice is vengeance in prettier packaging. ❜
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