WELL, IT'S ABOUT TO BE FOUR!

independent rp blog for sabrina spellman. show based. crossovers and oc's welcome

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STILES:

              OF   COURSE,   STILES   CAN   SENSE   JUST   HOW   TERRIFIED   THE   BLONDE   IS.   That’s not what he’s going for – never what he’s going for, save for a few jerks at Beacon Hills that get on his bad side. Sabrina’s too sweet, he’s suspicious of whether it’s a front or not ; her kindness   SEEMS   genuine, but he can’t be sure. His gut wasn’t saying anything bad about this girl. And his gut was never wrong – in fact, every time Scott had tried to trust others, Stiles had to be the one to point out the bad auras. But Sabrina didn’t have any – which was surprising to him, really, considering her history. He doesn’t want to jump the gun on judging her, but he also can’t be too careful. Not when his friends are Beacon Hills could be compromised. Her gentle touch takes him by surprise, but he isn’t inclined to pull away. He follows along after her, tagging a comfortable distance away as to not run up on her. Stiles wasn’t usually this careful with people he suspects to be supernatural ; his impulsivity serves as a factor to face things   BLUNTLY.   It’s a rarity, really, for Stiles to give her the chance to explain herself before immediately pulling the   I-TOLD-YOU-SO   card on Scott. They round a corner to an abandoned hallway just by the back doors, and Stiles stops. He wrings his hands slowly, in thought –   how should he go about this ?   He doesn’t want to interrogate her, or paint her as evil. Maybe he should work his way to it smoothly.      “ So … earlier today, I was   kind-of-sort-of   freaking out. I have really bad anxiety, so … when things happen, I always assume the worst, and … ”      He thinks about what he’s saying and stops, backing up a little bit.       “ Things have been … off, lately. I’ve noticed I have decent luck on some things, like … a random throw I make in lacrosse that somehow manages to hit the other team’s net. Or – or getting pummeled by the other team – who are very   OBVIOUSLY   on some kind of herbal enhancers – and coming out without a scratch. And … I thought it was just coincidence at first, y’know ?   And then Jackson shoved me into the lockers over something stupid, and his clothes went missing after the game. I knew it wasn’t coincidence. ” Stiles blows out a sigh, hating that it’s taking him this long to get to the point anyways. But he wants her to understand his point of view, and know how he got to this conclusion.       “ I started freaking out, y’know, like – panicking. Because something   GOOD   that happens to me never stays good for long. And when Scott was trying to calm me down, he just … he spilled. He told me you were a witch, and that you’d been keeping an eye over me for the past couple of weeks. ”      The brunet wants to ask   WHY,   wants to figure out why she chose him to protect rather than the other much-more deserving people in Beacon Hills. Scott, for example. Or Lydia. Or even Kira.      “ And I just … I don’t understand. Why me ? ”

Although she’s definitely freaking out, some part of Sabrina feels ridiculously GIDDY - at least they’re finally going to have a full conversation. It’s not exactly the topic she would’ve preferred, but quite frankly, any little step is a start, right? Plus, her aunt Hilda has been gently pushing her to try to branch out a little, make some proper friends instead of drifting around by herself most of the time. She started with Scott just because he’s very sweet & it’s certainly an advantage that he’s now a werewolf - after all, it’s hard to lie about who you really are when there are options that mean you don’t have to. Stiles, on the other hand, is a different story. He’s always been what appears to her as a p u r e soul, someone who deserves life without the complications that come with the supernatural side of things. But he’s in this mess now, no protecting him from something his own best friend is going through, & so perhaps Sabrina doesn’t have to force herself away now. He’s already in danger.

As they come to a stop, she turns to face him but stays silent, allowing him to say whatever it is he needs to before she even tries to justify herself. He must be confused right now, she knows, & she hopes she can answer whatever it is he has to ask without scaring him away - or seeming like a total idiot, one or the other. Either way, though, he knows too much for her to continue running away from this. A deep breath is inhaled through barely parted lips, & her eyes meet his as he talks about his anxiety, & his suspicions leading up to the revelation from Scott.

Once he’s done, Sabrina clears her throat & allows the words to spill without much of a thought, save for being careful she doesn’t embarrass herself. ‘ Okay, well...as you may or may not know, I’ve lived in Beacon Hills all my life. But I was originally at a different school, for uh...witches. Then almost a year ago, since I’m a half-witch, I asked to attend this school alongside this other boarding school - so I could learn about every part of my life - which didn’t go too well with the...let’s say leader. ’ she doesn’t want to make things too complicated. ‘ When I finally fought my way up & got them to place me here, you were the FIRST person I noticed. ’ cheeks flushing a deep red, she quickly adds.’ Because you remind me a lot of myself. I mean...you’re nice, would do anything to save the people you love...& if I’m not mistaken, a bit of a detective in the making. ’ she smiles softly at him.

Pausing only a moment, Sabrina looks down at her hands, thinking carefully before speaking again. ‘ It probably doesn’t make sense. I mean, if I were in your place, I’d be totally creeped out. But I need you to understand that I’m not...I don’t know, STALKING you or anything weird. I just think you’re a cool guy, &...I know how dangerous it can be for humans to be around supernatural creatures, so I figured you may need a bit of extra protection in general after Scott was turned. But then when I overheard Jackson bullying you, I just...maybe I overreacted. But I don’t tolerate any sort of bullies, especially the type who will stoop lower than you ever thought possible just to make your life a misery. ’ she finally stops herself, feeling like an idiot, the deep red blush still prominent on her features. 

‘ I didn’t want you to know, because...I wanna get to know you, Stiles. I really feel like we could be...friends. I just thought that me being a witch would kinda put a barrier between that - most witches you hear of aren’t good ones. My family included. You should ask some of the werewolf families around here, I’m sure they’ll have riveting stories about Zelda & Hilda Spellman. You have no reason to trust me. But I swear, I mean you no harm. If anything I want to HELP. I know this town is dangerous & I wanna do something to stop anyone or anything that tries to destroy it. That’s why I approached Scott. ’

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STILES:

              HE   KNEW   SOMETHING   WAS   OFF   ABOUT   SABRINA   SPELLMAN,   even if he didn’t make it all that obvious. He’d had conversations with Scott often times about how it was weird how he seemed to be protected in every sense of the way. Of how it felt like something – or someone – was watching him, keeping a close eye on everything he does. At first, it was a fleeting feeling caused by anxiety, but it soon grew into paranoia. The latest happening with Jackson   ( where the guy lost his clothes, much to Stiles’ entertainment )   was the last straw before Stiles felt himself slipping into a whirling world of anxiety. Scott had to calm him down, had to try to convince him that it wasn’t anything dangerous or creepy – that it was just someone watching over him. And that alone caused Stiles to question   WHO, or   WHAT.   Nothing that had the ability to protect him ever protect him for long. Beacon Hills was infested with dangerous supernatural energy ; it felt like it would only be mere moments before his luck turned sour. But then Scott spilled the truth. He told him exactly who was looking over him:   Sabrina Spellman,   a half-witch. At first, Stiles thought he was nuts.   Sabrina ?   Cute, shy, caring Sabrina – a   WITCH ?   He almost laughed in his face out of pure disbelief, but the look on Scott’s face read otherwise. He looked regretful, like he’d just let out a big secret and Stiles knows his best friend. The blood in his veins seemed to run cold, and when he turned to look around the hallway shortly thereafter, he caught a glimpse of the blonde. They met eyes before she darted away, and he knew it was true. He spent the rest of the day trying to figure out how he’d looked over such an important factor, and how she could have roots to something like that. She didn’t strike him as the witch-y kind, even though she was anything but   NORMAL.   Sabrina wasn’t the cliché highschool girl. Her birthday was on Halloween, she loved all things creepy and eerie, and she even has a black cat named Salem –   oh, God.   How could he   not   realize she was a witch ? When the   said witch   bumps into him after packing up to leave, Stiles lets a soft   ‘oomf !’   brush past his lips. He blinks hard, looking down at the other in front of him with wide amber eyes. He’s surprised, but not upset in any way. He seems to be more confused than anything.      “ Oh – hey, Sabrina. ”      He starts. That’s nonchalant enough, right ?       “ It’s – it’s fine. Listen, I just … uh, I wanted to talk to you. You got a minute … ? ”      Maybe he’s keeping it secret that he purposefully bumped into her in order to catch her in his path. He’s got a lot of questions to ask, and with how shy and mysterious she’d been in the past, he knows he had to force an opening for them to meet and talk.

A million thoughts are running through her head, & Sabrina finds herself unable to meet his eyes; ever since she can remember, she’s seen Stiles around & thought he’s honestly the cutest thing she’s ever paid attention to. Once she started hearing him speak up & she discovered a little more about him, her little crush only got more intense. It’s for this reason - & this reason only - that she never wanted him to know she’s a witch. But now here they are, & she can’t escape the feeling that things are going to be weird & different now. It’s frustrating -- out of everyone in Beacon Hills, the only person’s opinion that MATTERS to the youngest Spellman is that of Stiles Stilinski. 

But then again, working in such close contact with his best friend, she can’t have expected much better. It’s always been only a matter of time before Scott spilled - as much of a sweetheart as that boy is, & as much support as has been exchanged between the two over recent weeks, she’s been well aware the entire time of the fact that the clock is ticking, & Stiles has been growing more suspicious by the minute. So now that he knows she’s not surprised, although not entirely happy about it either. She’d have appreciated more time to figure out what the hell to say.

Sabrina’s heart practically stops in her chest at his request, & she’s quiet for what feels like forever - but is really just a few moments - because nerves are gnawing away at her & she can’t shake the icy anxiety gripping at her heart. They’ve never interacted much over the years - a nod or smile in the hallway, a few words exchanged between classes...now he wants them to talk, & she’s not stupid enough to try to convince herself it’s about anything except what he learned earlier today. Chewing on her lower lip, the blonde forces her eyes upwards so as to meet his gaze. Momentarily, she loses herself - his eyes have always fascinated her, & though it sounds creepy, that’s not at all the case. She sees the eyes as WINDOWS to the soul beneath - & Stiles has a beautiful soul, albeit a damaged one.

‘ Oh! Sure, yeah. Of course, I’m free pretty much the entire of today, so...I guess I can spare a minute or two for you. ’ her tone is comedic, & she’s joking around to disguise her actual fear. perhaps this isn’t the best move, but some part of her desperately wants them to talk, at the very least so she can explain that she intends no harm for anyone in Beacon Hills, least of all him. Although when the inevitable question comes up - why have you been protecting me? - that’ll be a little more difficult to answer. How can she respond to that honestly? Well, you see, Stiles, I’m kinda crazy about you even though I can never work up the courage to have a proper conversation you, so instead of that I’m just quietly putting protection spells on you or taking revenge on the idiots who hurt you while also keeping my distance. You know, nothing creepy.

Of course it’s going to look creepy, you idiot! Nervously, Sabrina adjusts the strap of her bag & nibbles on her lower lip. Mustering up the courage to lay a gentle hand on his arm & re-direct his attention, she uses her free arm to gesture to the back doors. ‘ Less people. ’ she says, as a way of explaining, & before he can argue already starts heading that way. If this has to happen, at the very least it should be in private.

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ACE:

  ace has a pair of over-sized six dollar reading glasses on the tip of his nose, he has a headache the likes of which he’s never experienced. he has a cup of quickly cooling peppermint tea, flavored with basil in front of him and he takes a sip, rubbing his forehead with his free hand before plucking the dollar store spectacles from his face, setting them down on the table. “nothing.” he admits, he swallows and looks at her. “we could always ask for help.” he offers.     he has a direct line to death. and she has a direct line to satan, between the two of them it shouldn’t be HARD to get a few answers from some divine power, just to set them in the right direction. he inhales and rests his head on his hand. “reach out to helios. find out if there’s anything they can tell us about this. something like that.”

a sigh escapes sabrina’s lips as he replies, & she leans back in her chair, a thoughtful look gracing her features. reaching out for her mug of coffee, she takes a long sip as she considers his suggestion. it’s hard for her to admit that she needs any kind of help - she even felt bad about asking ace’s input on this investigation. now he wants her to ask for information from others, which isn’t FUN, but she knows it’s probably the only way they’ll get any further on this.

‘ i’ll get in touch with them. but right now, i think we both deserve a break. ’ sabrina gets up, downing her mug of coffee in one smooth sip & stretching her limbs with a slight squeak escaping her lips. ‘ a new doughnut place opened on the corner of town, not too far from here. i’ll buy, my treat, as long as you bring your company &...possibly some new theories about where the hell these witches are hiding. ’ she offers a smile, hoping he won’t reject the offer because right now she doesn’t want to be alone. 

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  send  🍬  for  a  pick  up  line.

       ‘  may  i  flirt  with  you  ?  ‘  he  wasn’t  really  good  at  pick  up  lines.  he  has  to  admit  that  he  has  to  go  look  on  his  phone  and  actually  find  something  so  that  the  girl  won’t  tell  the  others  that  he  was  that  bad.  they  always  teased  him  for  his  witty  remarks  and  all  ,  maybe  showing  that  he  has  some  class  and  could  come  up  with  some  lame  pick  up  line  would  do  justice  ?  bad  thought.  he  thought  to  himself  as  he  sighed  and  shooked  his  head  against  his  locker.  ‘  okay.  i’m  an  idiot.  ‘

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although the words he speaks are UNEXPECTED, they prompt a wide smile on sabrina’s lips & a slightly pink tinge on her cheeks. boys don’t usually notice her enough to flirt with her, if she’s honest, & even if they do she has no interest in them. but now that jughead is trying to, she feels giddy & happy, like a schoolgirl with a crush on a boy -- since that’s exactly what she is. ‘ you’re more than welcome to flirt with me. anytime you want. i must say i’m very flattered that you even want to. ’ she giggles softly, reaching out to rest a hand on his arm. ‘ no, you’re not! i’d never use idiot to describe you. try really CUTE. that sounds more like you. ’

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“Wow, you’re really easy on the eyes.” (SUBTLETY STILES)

sexual tension // accepting!

a bright red blush spreads across her cheeks, but a wide smile follows quickly after, eyes staring up into his as though she’s been put under a spell. to think he’s the one saying these words to her makes sabrina feel somewhat flustered, yet a warm happiness is blooming from her heart outwards. ‘ really now? ’ she replies, as casually as she possibly can under the circumstances. ‘ well, mr. stilinski, i’ll have you know that y o u are perfectly BEAUTIFUL in my eyes. ’ it’s cheesy, she knows, & her blush deepens for a moment as she considers that she probably shouldn’t have said that. nonetheless, she smirks & winks, trying to come off as more confident than she really is. ‘ you better up your game, cause i am totally smoother than you. ’

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BETTY:

   TRUE  WORDS  THE  SPELLMAN  SPOKE  , YET  NOT  EASY  ONES  TO  TAKE .   sometimes  it  was  hard  to  accept  that  a  certain  path  was  walked  on ,  that  decisions  were  made  that  could  not  be  turned  back .  betty  had  seen  much  evil  in  the  town  she  grew  up  in ,  had  learned  things  about  her  family  that  had  lead  her  to  the  edge  of  existence .  how  often  had  she  asked  herself  if  she  even  had  a  place  on  this  world  ?  if  she  would  come  after  her  father  ?  if  she  was  born  evil  and  would  end  up  like  him .  the  blonde  was  AFRAID  AND  FELT  ALONE ,  yet  she  never  was .  there  were  people  at  her  side  who  loved  and  appreciated  her  just  the  way  she  was ,  who  believed  in  her  and  stayed  with  her    —   even  in  the  darkest  of  times .  sometimes  a  little  light  was  everything  needed  to  brighten  up  a  whole  day ,  a  whole  universe  ( and  if  the  other  needed  one ,  betty  would  gladly  lend  her  hers ) .       ❛    you  are  my  friend ,  sabrina .  and i  do  not  care  if  you  sleep  with  ghosts  underneath  your  bed ,  or  if  you  prefer   pink  plush  bunnies  instead .  you  are  an  intelligent  and  lovely  person  and  whatever  others  think ,  does  not  matter .  you  are  not  defined  by  what  you  are  born  with ,  but  by  what  you MAKE  OUT  OF  IT .   ❜      smile  following  stiff  posture ,  expression  softening  again .      ❛    always  there  if  you  need  me  to  kick  ass !  !   i  do  not  know  what  i  would  do  without  you .   ❜      and  the  moment  their  hands  crossed ,  a  strange  warmth  spread  in  the  coopers  body     —    like  electricity  floating  through  a  recently  awoken  system .   maybe  they  all  were  a  bit  WICKED .  maybe  there  was  more  than  blood  running  through  her  veins .  maybe  it  was  sabrina  who  made  her  another  person .

everyone has ghosts -- that’s something sabrina figured out from an incredibly young age, & honestly it is perhaps the biggest truth the world has ever known. yet sometimes those ghosts can drive people to insanity, or evil acts that will rip through them, to the very core, until a new person emerges from the wreckage. that new person is almost never undamaged. sabrina & betty have escaped the flames of evil multiple times, but still shifts occurred inside them - it made them strong. but as the weeks pass sabrina wonders if the void inside her is staying still or growing more. having the blonde at her side is helping, because she has a reason to keep looking on the bright side, & someone to hold her hand through the pain. but she fears one day that the darkness will consume her, & not even the hand of her best friend will be able to pull her back from who she’ll become. 

‘ betty...you have no idea how much that means. but honestly, how can you say that when you have yourself to compare me to? you’re the purest, most kind person i’ve ever met, & never once do you do that for selfish reasons. you’re one of my closest friends, & honestly, i’d go to the ends of the earth & back for you. i’m not quite sure where i’d be if you weren’t by my side. sometimes it feels like you’re the only person left i can trust, & the only one who can make me see things in a positive light again. ’ it’s crazy -- how much one can come to need a person to be around, with the same intensity that they need food or water or oxygen. only betty has made this feeling relevant to sabrina, & she’s come to care deeply for the other, almost like family. 

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“Parental, or I guess guardian fights totally suck. Nothing worse than fighting with an adult who will never be wrong because they know everything.” Kevin rolled his eyes before taking the beer from the server who’d brought it over, takin a large sip of it. “Your friends sound like they suck, you might need new ones. Oh god, wouldn’t we all love to see me with a hot guy. At this rate I’ll even skip the well mannered. I just need a guy soon. Of course they kicked out the person who was only sticking up for herself. I hate straight guys, I really do, Brina.” 

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‘ tell me about it. & everything you say is pretty much IRRELEVANT because you’re “too young to understand yet”, which is total bull, but whatever. nothing we can do about it. ’ she shrugs, sipping her newly arrived drink in unison with kevin. ‘ yeah, maybe. but for the minute, they’re kind of all i have. ’ it sounds sad, but it’s true -- sabrina feels like an outcast in riverdale, & most of the other residents seem to agree on that. ‘ me too. most of them, anyway. i think you & i should go real clubbing someday, see if we can’t find you someone. there are a lot more gays around than you think. they’re just in hiding. ’ she smiles at him, tilting her head. raising her glass, sabrina clears her throat & speaks in a faux-posh voice. ‘ a toast! to us; the sexiest - & also most single - duo in riverdale. ’

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‘ my aunts described you as a witch for hire. what does that mean, exactly? i get the OBVIOUS, but are there certain things you specialize in, or...? ’ sabrina tilts her head. being a witch is one thing - being a witch & working as one as well, on the other hand, is rather peculiar to her & she’s curious to know how it works. ‘ i promise i’ll get on to what i need your help with soon, but...can i get a bit of backstory so i have a better idea on how this works? ’ the woman in front of her is very pretty & sabrina finds herself wondering if all witches are PRETTY & DANGEROUS. 

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‘ you should be careful. hanging out with a nerd like me could totally ruin your REPUTATION with the other guys. ’ her tone is joking, although there’s a little bit of truth in her words. except for the fact that they’re pretty much forced to spend time together to do this project. sabrina glances up from the book she’s been poring over, resting her hand atop the notes they’ve been making all day. ‘ no, but really though, this project is dumb. i mean, we can learn about this crap in class. i don’t see why we have to make an entire presentation about it. ’ a roll of her eyes follows the statement. ‘ have you at least found anything interesting? all i’ve got are a bunch of dates & names from way back when this spell was still allowed to be used. ’

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there’s something off about the girl, & sabrina notices it immediately. not off in the sense that something is wrong, but more that she’s not human. witch senses, though not specific, can come in very handy. but rather than storm up to her & demand an explanation, sabrina spellman has mastered the art of SUBTLETY, in the form of accidentally running into the new girl when she’s leaving class. ‘ oh my god, i’m so sorry! ’ she exclaims, eyes widening just enough to make it look like she’s mortified. ‘ i was really in my own world. you’re, uh...the new girl, right? mary? ’ she extends a hand, smiling widely in what she hopes is a friendly manner. ‘ sabrina spellman. nice to meet you. ’

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‘ okay, can you be REAL with me for a second? ’ they’ve been picking through the forest for hours, trying to find the specific time capsule sabrina has been seeing in her research for weeks. every one of the places that look like the map has led to an entirely dead end, & even the blonde’s never-ending optimism is starting to dwindle. a long sigh escapes her & she stops to rest against a tree, looking up at sam with almost desperate eyes. ‘ you think this is going to lead anywhere? i mean, even if we do find the capsule it might not lead to anything useful. it’s been a waste of time so far & i am THIS close to giving up. ’

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everything has gone downhill very quickly. despite scott promising to keep her true identity secret, he let it slip to stiles in the school hall just this morning - which is exactly what sabrina DIDN’T want. not to mention after that, jackson whittemore cornering her & making empty threats due to his sudden clothing disappearance after the lacrosse game. she’s feeling rather like her last option is to dig a hole & stay there for the next thirty years. the bell rings to signal school is finally over, & sabrina takes her time packing her things, praying that both scott & stiles head straight home. she’d rather not face them quite yet. much to her dismay, however, as she leaves the classroom she collides with stiles himself, almost losing her balance but quickly managing to right herself. sabrina averts her eyes, anxiety washing over her in tidal waves. ‘ um...hi. sorry about that. ’ the words are stuttered out, & mentally sabrina is SCREAMING at herself for being so awkward.

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‘ something’s wrong. ’ after the accelerator explosion, sabrina found herself with the ability to interpret & manipulate emotions. it’s unknown how far the range of those abilities really go, however the moment she & the flash set foot in the building, she feels an INSANELY strong energy - someone who feels powerful, skittish & giddy, but almost in a sickening way. it sends a shudder down her spine & her entire posture tenses. ‘ well, he’s not feeling any r e m o r s e, i can tell you that. ’ she takes a step forwards. after all, now is not the time to let her courage desert her. ‘ c’mon. we gotta find this guy. i’m thinking we split up to cover more ground. ’

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‘ i just don’t get it. why did the serpents have to inherit such a bad reputation? ’ sabrina pauses, for somewhere in the back of her mind an answer to that question is pushing it’s way forwards, but she forces it to stay buried. after all, she must believe that there is g o o d in people. ‘ i mean...sure, i can understand why you guys would be seen as a bit SHADY - no offense - but it’s not like you’re all criminals in waiting. yet everyone is quick to blame you guys for just about everything. ’

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Send 💢 for my muse to get mad at yours for something they did.

Send 😓 for my muse to apologize to yours for something they did.

Send 💖 for my muse to tell yours who they currently have a crush on.

Send 💘 for my muse to ask yours who they have a crush on.

Send 💋 to randomly kiss my muse.

Send 🎃 to carve pumpkins with my muse.

Send 🎁 for my muse to give yours a gift.