They Never Cared

[[This is a rp/ask blog for Alistair Gleeful. (Reverse Dipper.) ]]

[freckledpines]

(Mr--problematic) "I'd say I told you so, but you'd only cry. Wouldn't you?"

@mr–problematic

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“I-I’d say ’jump off a bridge’, b-but you’d only f-fuck that up too, wouldn’t you?” 

     Words shot back at the other without hesitation, he found his arm aching, bruised and sore from slamming it against the door enough times for it to give in, just as Gideon had given in to yet ANOTHER terrifying night. It wasn’t HIS fault that Alistair was so cocky he forgot tonight was a full moon, and it wasn’t HIS fault that the other had forgotten the key to his own goddamn house, and it wasn’t HIS fault that the Gleeful Mansion was the closest shelter they could have escaped to. 

     It never was his fault when it came to Alistair. He always managed to make life just THAT MUCH MORE DIFFICULT. 

     Rubbing his arm, he flinched a bit, eyes narrowed as he looked around. 

“W-What w-were you even d-doing outside at t-this time of n-night anyways?”

[freckledpines]

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Gideon set his jaw, feeling annoyance and anger rise within him once again as the other began to speak– Only for the fire to die out alongside his desire to yell at the other. The two words were so quiet that he couldn’t believe that he had actually heard them… But it couldn’t have been a trick of his mind either. There was no way that his own brain could EVER imagine those two words leaving Alistair’s lips. 

      Shifting a little to a less defensive position, he blinked as the other complimented him, shock registering on his features as his cheeks turned pink beneath his freckles. “… I–” He laughed nervously, looking away. “… My h-hair? I don’t even brush it… It’s too messy… I just hide it u-under a hat…” He cleared his throat, choking back the butterflies he felt. Fuck. Damn it. Fucking hell. 

“… What…” He paused, licking his lips. “W-Would you? Be happy I-if I died, I mean…”

[mr--problematic-blog]

Alistair clutched onto his pant legs until his knuckles turned white. Helpless though the pressure. Even though Gideon had lost his defensive position, Alistair only increased his by suddenly hugging his knees tightly to his chest. He knew what he was doing is wrong, but at the same time..Gideon has never looked at him like that before. It gave him so much conflicting emotions that he couldn’t begin to process through. He’s never seen Gideon actually blush like that before. He swallowed hard.

“I like it messy. It’s more you. I’m pretty sure if you actually got yourself cleaned up, I wouldn’t recognize you..” 

He frowned deeply. He just wanted to lie, but he can’t. Alistair swallowed hard again. That was one of the many questions he didn’t want him to ask. “No. I wouldn’t. I know that even with you dead, Ford would never be proud of me. Plus..I would miss having you around..”

[freckledpines]

Gideon didn’t know how to react to this. Was there any possible way he could? Here he was, in a room with the man he hated ( but did he ? ) the most, sitting across from him as he hugged his knees to his chest, gripping so hard the white haired male could see the strain it put on his fingers, blood draining from the digits in result from his harsh hold. And yet, no matter how hard Alistair’s grip was, it was infinitely harder for Gideon to process what he was saying.

“… You’d… M-Miss me?” He blinked, blush deepening. “… W-Why?” He pouted a little. “You don’t even like me, s-so why would you miss me? It would be easier f-for you without me a-around…” He murmured, feeling his stomach drop a bit as the words left his mouth. Some part of him didn’t want it to be true.

[mr--problematic-blog]

Alistair clenched his teeth again as Gideon repeated what he was saying. He didn’t need the reminder. His façade was fading and that was ultimately terrifying. He didn’t want anyone to know about the little stupid boy he used to be. He merely shrugged. “Yes, but who knows for sure? No one. Let’s say you do leave. Ford might just turn me into something worse than he is. You..ignite something in me. Suddenly I see my past self..” He teared up a bit. 

“But..that terrifies me. My image is all I have. My facade is part of me now. It can’t be broken...if it is...then who would I be? No one at all..” 

He smiled bitterly. “I would miss you though because a part of me wants to be friends with you, but...look at me. I’m nothing. I’m just a stupid, weak, utter monster. I already ruined it and even though I say this and even though a shred of you might feet pity on me, I’ll still do it again in the future. Hurt you. I know I’ll just get mad again. It’s only a matter of time..”

[freckledpines]

(Mr--problematic) "I'd say I told you so, but you'd only cry. Wouldn't you?"

@mr–problematic

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“I-I’d say ’jump off a bridge’, b-but you’d only f-fuck that up too, wouldn’t you?” 

     Words shot back at the other without hesitation, he found his arm aching, bruised and sore from slamming it against the door enough times for it to give in, just as Gideon had given in to yet ANOTHER terrifying night. It wasn’t HIS fault that Alistair was so cocky he forgot tonight was a full moon, and it wasn’t HIS fault that the other had forgotten the key to his own goddamn house, and it wasn’t HIS fault that the Gleeful Mansion was the closest shelter they could have escaped to. 

     It never was his fault when it came to Alistair. He always managed to make life just THAT MUCH MORE DIFFICULT. 

     Rubbing his arm, he flinched a bit, eyes narrowed as he looked around. 

“W-What w-were you even d-doing outside at t-this time of n-night anyways?”

[freckledpines]

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Gideon set his jaw, feeling annoyance and anger rise within him once again as the other began to speak– Only for the fire to die out alongside his desire to yell at the other. The two words were so quiet that he couldn’t believe that he had actually heard them… But it couldn’t have been a trick of his mind either. There was no way that his own brain could EVER imagine those two words leaving Alistair’s lips. 

      Shifting a little to a less defensive position, he blinked as the other complimented him, shock registering on his features as his cheeks turned pink beneath his freckles. “… I–” He laughed nervously, looking away. “… My h-hair? I don’t even brush it… It’s too messy… I just hide it u-under a hat…” He cleared his throat, choking back the butterflies he felt. Fuck. Damn it. Fucking hell. 

“… What…” He paused, licking his lips. “W-Would you? Be happy I-if I died, I mean…”

[mr--problematic-blog]

Alistair clutched onto his pant legs until his knuckles turned white. Helpless though the pressure. Even though Gideon had lost his defensive position, Alistair only increased his by suddenly hugging his knees tightly to his chest. He knew what he was doing is wrong, but at the same time..Gideon has never looked at him like that before. It gave him so much conflicting emotions that he couldn’t begin to process through. He’s never seen Gideon actually blush like that before. He swallowed hard.

“I like it messy. It’s more you. I’m pretty sure if you actually got yourself cleaned up, I wouldn’t recognize you..” 

He frowned deeply. He just wanted to lie, but he can’t. Alistair swallowed hard again. That was one of the many questions he didn’t want him to ask. “No. I wouldn’t. I know that even with you dead, Ford would never be proud of me. Plus..I would miss having you around..”

[freckledpines]

(Mr--problematic) "I'd say I told you so, but you'd only cry. Wouldn't you?"

@mr–problematic

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“I-I’d say ’jump off a bridge’, b-but you’d only f-fuck that up too, wouldn’t you?” 

     Words shot back at the other without hesitation, he found his arm aching, bruised and sore from slamming it against the door enough times for it to give in, just as Gideon had given in to yet ANOTHER terrifying night. It wasn’t HIS fault that Alistair was so cocky he forgot tonight was a full moon, and it wasn’t HIS fault that the other had forgotten the key to his own goddamn house, and it wasn’t HIS fault that the Gleeful Mansion was the closest shelter they could have escaped to. 

     It never was his fault when it came to Alistair. He always managed to make life just THAT MUCH MORE DIFFICULT. 

     Rubbing his arm, he flinched a bit, eyes narrowed as he looked around. 

“W-What w-were you even d-doing outside at t-this time of n-night anyways?”

[freckledpines]

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       “You w-were traumatized? So t-that makes traumatizing ME o-okay?” He furrowed his brows, scowling and shaking his head. “I KNOW PTSD. I KNOW mental illness. I know ALL THAT SHIT, so y-you can stop explaining to me.” He said digging his nails into his legs. “You c-can sit there and talk about h-how tragic you are a-all you want, it’s not going t-to change the fact t-that you’re the one who owes me an a-apology.” He huffed, leaning forward, crossing his arms. 

      “… Oh, s-shut up. I would NOT b-be happy if you d-died. And you think I-I’m strong enough to l-lie under a t-truth potion? Didn’t t-think you had that high of an o-opinion on me.” He snorted, leaning back against the couch, picking at some imaginary dust. “Y-You’re attractive or w-whatever, and w-when you’re not being a d-dick or e-evil, I c-can see why she likes your personality.” He frowned and rolled his eyes. 

“O-Oh, get over i-it. Rue and P-Paz meddled– Its not w-worth writing them off over. T-They do it out o-of love.”

[mr--problematic-blog]

Alistair clenched his teeth together as he spoke. “Do you think I want you to know any of this?! Do you think I want to talk about this?!” He growled under his breath. Still, after a while he sighed deeply. He spoke in a low voice, but he knew it would be loud enough for him to here. 

“I’m sorry...”

He paused. 

“That isn’t going to make it all just go away though. You know that.” He looked off to the side. When he spoke again though, Alistair widened his eyes. Gideon thinks he’s attractive? He cringed. “Yes, yes, thank you.” He was easy to brush it off. It made him feel weird and he didn’t like it. “I like your hair and admire your determination. Your drive.” He shrugged softly. Then he frowned deeply.

“I might forgive Rue, but only because I need her and she’s family. I just don’t like being lied to or betrayed. I’ve had too much of that already.”

[freckledpines]

(Mr--problematic) "I'd say I told you so, but you'd only cry. Wouldn't you?"

@mr–problematic

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“I-I’d say ’jump off a bridge’, b-but you’d only f-fuck that up too, wouldn’t you?” 

     Words shot back at the other without hesitation, he found his arm aching, bruised and sore from slamming it against the door enough times for it to give in, just as Gideon had given in to yet ANOTHER terrifying night. It wasn’t HIS fault that Alistair was so cocky he forgot tonight was a full moon, and it wasn’t HIS fault that the other had forgotten the key to his own goddamn house, and it wasn’t HIS fault that the Gleeful Mansion was the closest shelter they could have escaped to. 

     It never was his fault when it came to Alistair. He always managed to make life just THAT MUCH MORE DIFFICULT. 

     Rubbing his arm, he flinched a bit, eyes narrowed as he looked around. 

“W-What w-were you even d-doing outside at t-this time of n-night anyways?”

[freckledpines]

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“… But it DOES h-have something to do w-with me when you’re t-taking it out on me.” He replied easily, hugging his knees tighter. It just made it HARDER, hearing Alistair with different feelings other than hostile. It reminded him that the monster he had been fighting for TEN YEARS was just another boy. He had the same problems he did, in a way– Awkward voice cracks, forgetting to tie shoes, bad morning breath… Alistair was HUMAN, and Gideon hated having to face that. It was easy to FEEL things then… Because when one looked at it, hadn’t they been through a lot together. 

      “I-I’m… Sorry. That you had to hurt t-to get w-where you are today… 

     BUT THATS AN EXPLANATION, NOT AN EXCUSE. Because y-you’ve been hurt, no matter how badly… I-It doesn’t mean you get t-to make my life a l-living hell. It d-doesn’t mean you have the right to hurt people.” He looked up as the other mentioned Paz, anger flickering across his face. How could he DO that? How could he TALK ABOUT HER like she was something he could GIVE AWAY? How could he, after she had NEVER ONCE STOPPED LOVING HIM, act like it was NOTHING? 

“… Paz d-doesn’t want me. S-She wants you. I m-mean, between us, I c-can see why shed choose YOU.” He grumbled, irritation written across his features.  

[mr--problematic-blog]

“I beat you because I was traumatized in the past. The reason I don’t have a leg. I have severe ptsd and I’d do anything to never think of that again.” He sighed deeply and hugged his knees to his chest, laying the back of his head against the wall. He stared off to the side. “It feels like when you remember you’re going through it all over again. You can feel, hear, and see everything all over again.” He said it all with no emotion. “That’s not an excuse by the way, but like you said. It does involve you now, so you have a right to at least know the reason why.” He kept his mouth shut and listened as he started up again. 

“I never wanted to hurt people. but I’m almost numb to it now. I can’t show regret. I can’t show anything.” He emphasized it. He snorted and laughed bitterly. “Don’t tell me that. You hate me. You’d celebrate if I died right in front you. So no you don’t know why she’d choose me.” He rolled his eyes.

“She tricked me. I already trust no one. Not even my own family. If she betrayed me that easily, I can’t trust her again. I don’t want to face her anymore.”

[freckledpines]

(Mr--problematic) "I'd say I told you so, but you'd only cry. Wouldn't you?"

@mr–problematic

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“I-I’d say ’jump off a bridge’, b-but you’d only f-fuck that up too, wouldn’t you?” 

     Words shot back at the other without hesitation, he found his arm aching, bruised and sore from slamming it against the door enough times for it to give in, just as Gideon had given in to yet ANOTHER terrifying night. It wasn’t HIS fault that Alistair was so cocky he forgot tonight was a full moon, and it wasn’t HIS fault that the other had forgotten the key to his own goddamn house, and it wasn’t HIS fault that the Gleeful Mansion was the closest shelter they could have escaped to. 

     It never was his fault when it came to Alistair. He always managed to make life just THAT MUCH MORE DIFFICULT. 

     Rubbing his arm, he flinched a bit, eyes narrowed as he looked around. 

“W-What w-were you even d-doing outside at t-this time of n-night anyways?”

[freckledpines]

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     “I’m not a-asking for your secrets… I-I’m not asking ANYTHING f-from you, actually.” He shot back defensively, eyes narrowed at the others form. He seemed almost… SMALL, leaning against the wall on the floor. Casual. Less HIGH AND MIGHTY and more HUMAN. It was almost enough to make Gideon feel more COMFORTABLE around him–

Almost, but not quite.

      Every time he was around Alistair, his skin crawled and his stomach flipped, fear scratching at the edge of his conscious like a cat that had been left unfed for too long. 

Putting his head between his knees and wrapping his arms around himself protectively, he took a shaky breath. 

     “You make me so u-uncomfortable…” He groaned, uncertain whether it was the potion compelling him to say this, or just the general unpleasantness he was experiencing. “I feel like I-I’m being stalked b-by a predator w-when you’re around. You’re d-dangerous and I don’t like b-being near you when you g-get like this. I d-don’t like that you’re so close to Paz. I want you t-to leave us alone.” Definitely the potion. 

[mr--problematic-blog]

“Maybe. They are though. They want us to reveal something and hopefully we could ‘bond’ or ‘become friends’.” He shook his head. “Just as ridiculous as it sounds.” He cringed. Alistair looked so tense and he was. His entire body was just about as stiff as a board. For once he actually looked uncomfortable. Every time he was around him he was reminded that he’s a disgrace and that he can’t do anything. Mostly because Gideon is all he wanted to be. He’s always wondered about what he might turn out like if someone else raised him. He used to be such a sweet little boy. Now-

“You make me so u-uncomfortable…” 

He could hear the weakness dripping off of his tongue. He sounded so vulnerable in this moment. For once his heart hurt. It wasn’t because of what he said. It was the way he said it. Alistair stared down at the ground and placed the palms of his hands on his knees as he kept on. He sighed deeply. What he said was true of course, but he still wanted to get out of here. The only way to do that unfortunately was to actually talk to him. So be it..

“I am. Dangerous I mean.”

He kept staring down into his lap. He didn’t want to look him in the eye. Not like this. There was a long pause before he could bring himself to speak again. “When people find out thing’s I don’t want them to it feels like a personal attack. It makes me feel uncomfortable and suddenly I feel so small and insignificant. I can’t afford to feel at all. Not with Ford around.” He pursed his lips. “I don’t actively seek you out. She seeks me out. Yes I may have feelings, but again I can’t afford to feel. You can have her. Just be careful about what you do with her with me near. I do get angry. I’m littered with so much anger. Most of it has nothing to do with you. I suppose it built up since I was a child.”

[freckledpines]

(Mr--problematic) "I'd say I told you so, but you'd only cry. Wouldn't you?"

@mr–problematic

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“I-I’d say ’jump off a bridge’, b-but you’d only f-fuck that up too, wouldn’t you?” 

     Words shot back at the other without hesitation, he found his arm aching, bruised and sore from slamming it against the door enough times for it to give in, just as Gideon had given in to yet ANOTHER terrifying night. It wasn’t HIS fault that Alistair was so cocky he forgot tonight was a full moon, and it wasn’t HIS fault that the other had forgotten the key to his own goddamn house, and it wasn’t HIS fault that the Gleeful Mansion was the closest shelter they could have escaped to. 

     It never was his fault when it came to Alistair. He always managed to make life just THAT MUCH MORE DIFFICULT. 

     Rubbing his arm, he flinched a bit, eyes narrowed as he looked around. 

“W-What w-were you even d-doing outside at t-this time of n-night anyways?”

[freckledpines]

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His wounds ached, but not NEARLY as much as his head. 

     One cheek swollen with a forming bruise and lip split, Gideon could hardly register the physical surface pain he was feeling over the pounding of his head. This situation was ridiculous. Absurd. He was FURIOUS with Pacifica and Rue for doing this, and even MORE FURIOUS AT HIMSELF for falling for it. How he had managed to take the bitter tasting TRUTH POTION without knowing beforehand was beyond his comprehension, and how he had been LOCKED in a room with Alistair was beyond ANYONES comprehension. 

     Pressing his lips together, he looked over at the other, staying safely on one side of the room, far out of his reach and far out of reach from the fiery temper he knew all too well at this point. 

     “W…” He began, a sigh leaving his lips. “… What even… This is…” He shook his head, unable to find the words as he sat on the couch, hands grabbing the edge of the seat. 

“… W-What are you thinking?”

[mr--problematic-blog]

Alistair felt betrayed. He couldn’t believe his own sister would do this to him. He thought she hated the pines as much as he did. He thought wrong. He hates being wrong about something. He also hated the fact that Paz literally gave him tea and managed to get him to accept it. That’s not even the best part. He’s trapped in this room with him of all people. Ford would have a field day with this if he finds out. Alistair did the same thing Gideon had. He separated himself from him, sitting down on the opposite side of the room, cross-legged. His back kissed the wall. He didn’t want to sit with him. He didn’t even want to be near him. That question was so peculiar to him. Who would ask such a stupid question?

“That I’d rather be anywhere else.”

He knew of truth potions, so he knew that he had to pick his words carefully. This was very much true. Obviously. 

“I refuse to spill my secrets with you.” He sighed deeply and ran a hand through his hair. “If anything this seems like it will only makes things worse. We don’t secretly like each other or respect each other. We’re enemies for a reason.” He rolled his eyes softly. “I have no idea what they think is going to happen.”

[freckledpines]

(Mr--problematic) "I'd say I told you so, but you'd only cry. Wouldn't you?"

@mr–problematic

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“I-I’d say ’jump off a bridge’, b-but you’d only f-fuck that up too, wouldn’t you?” 

     Words shot back at the other without hesitation, he found his arm aching, bruised and sore from slamming it against the door enough times for it to give in, just as Gideon had given in to yet ANOTHER terrifying night. It wasn’t HIS fault that Alistair was so cocky he forgot tonight was a full moon, and it wasn’t HIS fault that the other had forgotten the key to his own goddamn house, and it wasn’t HIS fault that the Gleeful Mansion was the closest shelter they could have escaped to. 

     It never was his fault when it came to Alistair. He always managed to make life just THAT MUCH MORE DIFFICULT. 

     Rubbing his arm, he flinched a bit, eyes narrowed as he looked around. 

“W-What w-were you even d-doing outside at t-this time of n-night anyways?”

[freckledpines]

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Hot mess? Makes sense? … Sexual tension?

     There was a moment after the words left the other that Gideon was silent, blinking as he ran the sentences over and over again in his mind…

     Until he burst out laughing. 

     Laughter, bright and genuine, escaped him as he shook his head, white curly hair shaking with the movement, shoulders trembling from the sheer force of HUMOR the other had thrown at him. “I w-wouldn’t–!!” He kept laughing, trailing off for a moment to catch his breath. “I wouldn’t call y-you attractive if I-it would keep me alive!” He chuckled, only to stiffen immediately as the other stepped forward, small noise of strain leaving his body as the backpack got heavier, but he stubbornly refused to let go. Scowling, he turned to face the other, kicking his shin with the same force he had knocked down the door with. 

     “BULLSHIT! T-This isn’t about power. Like I g-give a shit about you! I’m just protecting everyone y-you would screw over with this. I couldn’t care less what you see m-me as.”

[mr--problematic-blog]

Alistair scowled as Gideon laughed. He hated the way he laughed. The way his shoulders shook. The sound of it. It all just boiled him up inside. He rolled his eyes. “You’ve put on quite enough of a show already.” It was his way of saying, ‘are you finished?’ “Honestly that is one we can both agree on. I don’t care if I were beaten to an inch of life. I wouldn’t call you attractive either. Just the thought of it makes me want to gag.” He cringed. 

He also hated it whenever he kicked him. Sometimes he’d leave suddenly because it brought back a very dark, traumatic moment of his life. He already has one prosthetic leg, but he doesn’t need two. He’d always had the prosthetic hidden under pants and boots. Although this time it wasn’t his left leg that was kicked. It was his right. His prosthetic. The force of it made his prosthetic come clean off and slip out of his pant leg and onto the ground. 

He’s dead.

Alistair didn’t want to explain. He doesn’t have to spill his life story to him. He toppled to the ground. He spoke harshly in latin and suddenly his prosthetic automatically attached itself back onto his leg. He used his amulet to move the backpack out of the way. The journal can wait. Now it’s personal. He leapt over on top of him and just started throwing punches at his face. 

“You will always be powerless against me! There’s nothing you can do to stop me from doing anything!”

[horrificmemes]

Suspicious Sentence Starters

Send me one of the following sentences regarding suspicion, trust, and paranoia.

“I’m not sure you have the best intentions.” “When have I ever steered you wrong?” “What makes you think I can trust you?” “I don’t trust you. Not yet.” “It’s hard for me to believe anything you say.” “It hurts that you still can’t trust me after all this time.” “I made a mistake, okay? Are you going to distrust me forever?” “It takes me a long time to open up to people, I’m sorry.” “There’s someone outside watching the house.” “I have a weird feeling about him/her/them.” “Why do you always think people are up to something?” “I won’t give you my trust. You have to earn it.” “You can’t live your life being suspicious of everybody around you.” “I know we just met, but you have to trust me.” “What on earth are you up to?” “So, what were you whispering about?” “You’ve been keeping a secret from me.” “I’m not crazy, we’re being watched!” “Why do I get the feeling you’re not telling me the truth?” “I’d rather be safe than sorry when it comes to people I don’t know yet.” “I trusted you once and I’m never doing it again.” “You see that person? I think they’re following us.” “I just get this feeling that someone has been watching me.” “Who are you and why have you been following me?” “I used to be a very trusting person.” “Where were you?” “I’m sorry I didn’t trust you.” “You won’t call me ‘paranoid’ when you realize I’ve been right all along.” “You were right, okay? I’m sorry I didn’t listen to you.” “Give me one good reason to trust you.” “After last time, I’m not sure I should listen to you.” “Nope. Nuh-uh. I’m not trusting another one of your bad plans.” “How can we trust this person?” “How do I know you won’t just stab me in the back?” “I’m sorry, I just can’t bring myself to trust you again.” “You were right. I was a fool to trust them.” “I’m not suspicious. I’m just cautious.” “I told you that they were bad news.” “No, facebook stalking isn’t ‘creepy’, it’s called ‘being careful’.” “I get a bad feeling about them.”

[rp-meme-glaceon]

Send “What are you Afraid of?” and my muse will be forced to confess one fear of theirs.

Bonus: Have them explain why they’re afraid of it to begin with.

[rp-meme-glaceon]

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!

[gvgvdans]

- ; phrases that really hit you where it hurts

“ did you really have to be that honest? ” “ every time i see you i just feel more alone. ” “ you changed me. ” “ was this all just a joke to you? ” “ i don’t want to know. ” “ can we start over? ” “ you make me feel so insecure. ” “ i don’t know if i can love you. ” “ every time i wake up i’m reaching for you … but you’re never there. ” “ of course it meant something! ” “ stop yelling! ” “ i gave up on you a long time ago. ” “ you think i care about you? cute. ” “ did you just forget about me or something? ” “ i still need you. ” “ i wanna say that there’s still hope but sometimes things just don’t go your way. ” “ you said you would keep trying! ” “ no, you ARE strong. ” “ you promised me! ” “ fine. you’ll never see me again, okay? ” “ i gave you everything i had. ” “ your eyes can be so cruel … ” “ i can never do anything right can i !? ” “ i want my life back. ” “ stop crying. ” “ you should go. ” “ don’t come back. ” “ does hurting me make you feel good or something? ” “ just stop it. ” “ i was never in love with you now leave me alone! ”

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Betrayal & Regret Sentence Starters

“I told you not to get too close to me.” “From the day we met, I knew I’d hurt you eventually.” “I wish you never had trusted me.” “I told you to leave, but you didn’t. I gave you the chance!” “We were never friends. I’m so sorry.” “I did something terrible.” “It was inevitable, but I regretted it every step of the way.” “I’m mainly sorry that somewhere along the way, I started to care about you.” “I guess this is a lesson in not trusting people, right?” “How long?…Since the beginning.” “I wish I could just make a wish and become a better person.” “None if it was real, but I wish it was.” “Do you think I liked hurting you?” “I hurt people. It’s all I’m good at.” “I did it because I had to, not because I ever wanted to.” “I -did- care about you, I just had no other choice.” “You should have walked away when you had the chance.” “If we had never met, it would have saved us both some grief.” “I know it hurts, but I’m still glad we had the chance to know each other.” “Hurting you was the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do.” “I didn’t want it to be like this, but I had no control!” “I guess I’ve just never been a trustworthy person.” “I don’t blame you. I wouldn’t want to forgive me either.” “So? Aren’t you going to say something?” “If I tell you what I did, we’ll probably never see one another again.”

“When were you going to tell me about this?” “Why me? Of all people, why me?” “You planned this all from the beginning?” “I wanted so badly to think you were different.” “How could you lead me along like that?” “None of what we had was ever real, was it?” “So, our friendship didn’t mean anything to you?” “I would have done anything for you, but you’ve ruined all of that.” “All of the things I sacrificed for you didn’t mean a thing?” “I wish I had known when we met that you were such a vile person.” “If I could go back, I would just walk away.” “I forgive you, but I’m not going to forget what you did.” “No. I don’t accept your apology.” “After all your lies, how do I know you mean it when you say you’re sorry?” “I hope you realized what you did was cruel.” “I still care about you.” “Just tell me that your feelings towards me were genuine.” “What on earth is worth betraying someone who loves you?” “If you want to regain my trust, you have to earn it.” “Don’t just say you’re sorry. Show me that you’re sorry.”