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@isadora-greene
If you could kill a person and get away with it, would you do it?
Of course. Wouldn't you?
Finally, Iâve been waiting all day for a smoke.
Well then, would you be willing to share?
When is a monster not a monster? Oh, when you love it.
Caitlyn Siehl (via dontcryjustacid)
Never have I ever...
17, 30, 37
17) What was the last lie you told?
"I don't even know who Kenny Hayes is."
30) Stick your right arm out; what do you touch first? Do the same with your left arm.
Right: a throw pillow. Left: a necklace I was given as a child.
37) Do you believe in luck?
No. Luck is just a concept. We bring things onto ourselves, but are too afraid to admit it, so we blame it on the universe. Sad, really.Â
3, 12, 19, 40 (i just picked random numbers idk what the questions are)
3) Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 23, give me line 17.
"Courage, Honor, Loyalty, Sacrifice. Youâre braver than you think."
12) Ever stuck a foreign object up your nose?
No. Why would I?
40) Do you drive? If so, have you ever crashed?
There's no need for me to drive. So, no.
5, 8, 36, 47, 50 :))
5) What does your latest text message from someone else say?
Isa, I'm so sorry about your mother.
8) GirlsâŠ. (finish the sentence); BoysâŠ. (finish the sentence)
Girls are the superior gender; boys are lovely.
 36) Define Art.
I suppose it's a way of self-expression. Art can be anything, it just depends on your point of view.
 47) Do you have any obsessions right now?
Eighties films, film scores, and comic books.
 50) Do you believe in magic?
I believe in magick and the various ways of all the creatures here.Â
7, 22 15
7. Whatâs your strangest talent?
I can scream louder than anyone in Barton Hollow. If anyone considers challenging me, they should know that they're wasting their time. I never lose.
22. Have you ever gone skinny dipping?
Yes, and I do so very often.
15. Do you prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it?
Neither.Â
Ask Challenge
 1) Sexuality?
 2) If you could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be?
 3) Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 23, give me line 17.
 4) What do you think about most?
 5) What does your latest text message from someone else say?
 6) Do you sleep with or without clothes on?
 7) Whatâs your strangest talent?
 8) GirlsâŠ. (finish the sentence); BoysâŠ. (finish the sentence)
 9) Ever had a poem or song written about you?
 10) When is the last time you played the air guitar?
 11) Do you have any strange phobias?
 12) Ever stuck a foreign object up your nose?
 13) Whatâs your religion?
 14) If you are outside, what are you most likely doing?
 15) Do you prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it?
 16) Simple but extremely complex. Favorite band?
 17) What was the last lie you told?
 18) Do you believe in karma?
 19) What does your URL mean?
 20) What is your greatest weakness; your greatest strength?
 21) Who is your celebrity crush?
 22) Have you ever gone skinny dipping?
 23) How do you vent your anger?
 24) Do you have a collection of anything?
 25) Do you prefer talking on the phone or video chatting online?
 26) Are you happy with the person youâve become?
 27) Whatâs a sound you hate; sound you love?
 28) Whatâs your biggest âwhat ifâ?
 29) Do you believe in ghosts? How about aliens?
 30) Stick your right arm out; what do you touch first? Do the same with your left arm.
 31) Smell the air. What do you smell?
 32) Whatâs the worst place you have ever been to?
 33) Choose East Coast or West Coast?
 34) Most attractive singer of your opposite gender?
 35) To you, what is the meaning of life?
 36) Define Art.
 37) Do you believe in luck?
 38) Whatâs the weather like right now?
 39) What time is it?
 40) Do you drive? If so, have you ever crashed?
 41) What was the last book you read?
 42) Do you like the smell of gasoline?
 43) Do you have any nicknames?
 44) What was the last movie you saw?
 45) Whatâs the worst injury youâve ever had?
 46) Have you ever caught a butterfly?
 47) Do you have any obsessions right now?
 48) Whatâs your sexual orientation?
 49) Ever had a rumor spread about you?
 50) Do you believe in magic?
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the lethal tide // lorelai & isadora
  After months of being stranded on dry land, Lorelai had finally snapped.
  It was lethal to tempt the sirens now more than ever, amidst the fallout of their former leader being murdered at the hands of the mermaids, Lorelai knew that she was in no position to try and appeal to their charity. She had ventured out into the shallow ocean pools that surrounded the condo she called home, but she minded never to actually turn and go out far enough where a siren might catch her. She tried to remain respectful of the harsh warning she received in her encounter with them earlier, yet the soreness in her legs and in her heart ached for the seaâs embrace. She convinced herself that she could get away with a quick swim, just something, anything to take the edge off. Sheâd do it late in the night, when others were asleep, and she wouldnât go far enough where sheâd ever lose sight of the shoreline. Worst case scenario sheâd be spotted but she would swim back before the sirens could do anything about itâthatâs all that it took.
   Her heart was beating fast as she dipped into the chilled water, the entire landscape tinted with a dark hue as the thin moon dimly lit the high tides. It was only a quick swim, sheâd leave the moment anything felt even remotely out of place.
  She hesitantly cut into the water, her feet leaving the sandy bank as the ocean enveloped her. Submerging her head under the water, she dove in, her human legs shed and replaced with a dazzling tailâone she wished didnât shimmer so lavishly in this particular instance. Lorelai swam slowly, travelling further and further away from the safety she was promised on land. If anything were to happen, sheâd immediately swim back into its forgiving arms.Â
At first, Isadora didn't believe her eyes. It started off as a slight shimmer, something that could have easily been credited as a bounce of lights against the water, the moon's reflection dancing on the surface. It could have been anything, really, headlights from a car, even- but Isadora knew better. Unlike a siren's, a mermaid's tail was far easier to identify. Their scales seemed to gleam, even without sunshine, and they all had a similar structure, one far different from her own. Those kinds of tails were rarely seen around siren territory, unless there was war. And, oh, was this war.Â
Like a predator stalking its prey, Isadora gave no hint that she saw the mermaid, instead choosing to silently slip under the water and watch, blue eyes unaffected by the salt of the sea. The intruder seemed at ease, albeit a bit tense, and appeared to have no idea someone was watching her. It was what she'd been waiting for.
It took Isadora no time at all to reach the girl, and within seconds she was facing her, lips twisted into a snarl. There was no time to say anything, no time for threats, and so she lunged at her. She grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her deeper into the water, ignoring the gasps of surprise coming from her mouth. It took her only a few seconds to grab her by the shoulders, her nails digging into her skin. "I'm going to end your life the same way you ended my mother's."
"Youâve got too many years ahead of you and too much luck to waste it in frivolous mind games with the locals. Thereâs life to be lived and youâre wasting it but itâs up to you after all." Jasmine said in response, the words leaving her mouth bitterly.Â
"And I ask again, who are you? Are you one of those half-breed mermaids, always preaching about how terrible and ferocious they are, when in reality they have absolutely no backbone?" She was snarling now, her fists clenched. Nothing had been able to stop her temper since the death of her mother, and she hadn't been making any efforts to control it either. "I am wasting none of my time."
"There are stronger beings than you here. Thereâs always someone higher up the food chain." Jasmine retorted, crossing her arms and casting her eyes towards the sea as she thought of all the many ways she could be ripped away from earth, not by her disease but by any living creature of the town. She was a half breed and still she wasnât invulnerable and neither was the young siren, sheâd come to learn it too with age. "Not a soul in this town is truly safe from harm so whatâs the point in playing games?"
Isadora followed the girl's eyes to the sea and smirked. "Are there? Well I wasn't aware, so we'll just have to see how that goes for me then, won't we?" It was a game, but Isadora played it well. Cockiness was a trait she forced upon herself, although she didn't feel confident at all. But oh, did she seem to simply ooze it. "You said it yourself, no soul in this town is truly safe. So what's the point in not playing games?" Once again she looked at the ocean, then back at the girl. "Looks like there's a storm coming, hmm?"
Apparently, some people do. And by people I mean my brother.
Kenny? He prank called you? What did he say? I'm assuming it was something lame.Â
"Iâm no one. At least no one to you but I still get to voice my opinion." Jasmine replied, levelling with the girl. "Thatâs not the point. How would you feel if a being stronger than you decided to toy with you just for the heck of it. Regardless of whether you hurt them, youâre still treating them like objects and that isnât right."
"Hmm," Isadora let a small sigh escape her lips, and she brushed her hair away from her face. She didn't particularly like being scolded, no matter how nicely. "How would I feel? Well I wouldn't know, considering most of Barton's residents aren't stronger than I am. And-" she replied somewhat dreamily, twirling her hand in the air, "if you think about it, everything is an object. People are objects. Not their souls of course, but their vessels are simply objects, made to follow commands. The commands of their brain, or, the commands of myself, if I wish."
I got a serious question. Okay â-Â
Whatâs the point of prank calls?
Not sure. I never really found them amusing, to be honest.