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// Just a test! Reblog it if my muse can jump in your askbox without annoying the mun!
Noticing Trauma sentence starters
Feel free to alter dialogue to suit your muse!
“That really spooked you.”
“I don’t want to pry, but.. I want you to know I also want to listen, if you want someone to talk to.”
“Well, pretend I’m not here. What would you say if nobody could hear it?”
“Does this happen a lot?”
“Hey, what happened between you two?”
“When is the last time you ate?”
“Is this okay?”
“Hey.”
“This is the third meal you’ve missed this week, are you okay?”
“[Name]?”
“What did he/she/they do?”
“This … hurts you.”
“You don’t feel safe, here.”
“When you look at [trigger], you… what is that?”
“What can I do?”
“You were crying in your sleep.”
“What do you dream about?”
“Whenever you get stressed, you do this thing with your hands. What is it?”
“You’re right, I don’t understand, yet. Will you help me?”
“Should I leave a light on for you?”
“I brought you some water.”
“I won’t judge you.”
“It doesn’t have anything to do with trust. You don’t have to tell me. But I’ll listen, if you do.”
“Count your breaths with me, okay? Ready? One, two, three, four…”
“I’m here.”
“Talk to me.”
“You don’t need to tell me everything. I just want to know how I can help.”
“Let me hold your hair back, at least.”
“You used to love that [item].”
🤡 - go to a haunted house attraction (take your gf to a haunted house freddie. DO IT)
Halloween was very popular with Freddie and his kin. Izadia always seemed to love the fun and the food and the costumes. Blaine and Liam loved any excuse to be even more goth. And Freddie loved all of it. So when Izadia suggested they go to a haunted forest attraction he was so down for it.
It was a wonderful date idea. They got some food on the way there. They’d then have their haunting and be home in time to snuggle. Perfect. There were also a couple side trails before the main event.
The side trails were fun, to be sure. A walk through a graveyard where hauntertainers burst out of the graves to frighten them. Skeletons propped up in trees. Lights and sounds, and howling. The howling was great, whoever was doing it certainly did a good job. Izadia shrieked and giggled, while Freddie hooted and yelled. Both delighting in the sudden jolts, and leaning into each other.
This changed once they got to the main attraction. Freddie, in his infinite wisdom, did not check to see what the main attraction would be. As they walked out of the forest into the main attraction space a grand carnival was laid out before them. What Freddie had mistaken for just creepy effects was real. Carnival music filled the air, lights played off the big top, and the wonders of the Circus of the Damned opened up to them.
Izadia squealed with excitement. She stopped when she had to pull on Freddie’s hand to get him moving again. She looked at him with her patented caring expression and worried eyes. “What’s wrong Freddie?” she asked, her concern like a hammer to his frozen thoughts.
Freddie pulled his face into his dopey grin. “Nothing, just a little overwhelmed with all the smells. Caught me off guard.” He was not the best liar, but this wasn’t exactly a lie. There were a lot of smells in the air. Not as many as a real carnival, but still.
They had planned this. Between her work schedule and her other partners, date nights were not something easily recovered. And to have this one called short over something as little as his fear of… his fear of…
He saw one.
There they were all menacing and cruel. The proportions of its body were off, and it laughed with sadistic glee. Its white face was too big; its smile too wide. The thing lept from a barrel and reached for a young woman. Every muscle in Freddie’s body tightened. The young woman screamed.
She fell backward into her girlfriend and they both had a laugh as the clown waved a finger at them. Next time, it said with its body language, you won’t be so quick. And the clown pulled itself back into the barrel.
Izadia searched Freddie’s face then smiled. “Alright, let’s go!” She pulled him into the fairground. They played fair games, each modified to be horrific. A dunking booth where the person in the tank pleaded for you to not throw, and screamed in horror as they were dunked into a tank of piranha. A game where you shoot a target with an air rifle, but they used a crossbow and the targets were all realistic looking hearts that spouted blood when shot. A game where an “unwilling” person’s head was sticking out of a hole in a wall and you were given a few stones (bean bags)to pelt them with. If struck the person would go limp if stoned. These games all gave horrific little prizes, like a stress ball shaped like a brain or a bag of blood (a novelty juice pack).
If he was in a better mindset he’d wonder how they pulled off the effects. It was very good in a grindhouse sort of way. The hauntertainers were professionals and knew just how to sell the act. But Freddie was not in a better mindset. The place was infested with clowns.
Sword swallowers, and fire breathes, and jugglers all demonic and violent looking performed to the crowd. All to the delight of those watching. Scares thrown in, with “off limits” areas showed horrific and gory displays. Carnival workers cleaning up a mauled body. A tent where those daring enough to go in were chased off by a chainsaw wielding clown.
That was the one that did it. Freddie saw the bloody and murderous clown come at him with the chainsaw and panicked. In a moment he was a wolf, tripping and tumbling out of his clothes. Whining and howling in fear, trapped in his shirt, which bound his right front leg to his chest, and prevented him from doing anything but scoot along and whimper.
The hauntertainer turned off the chainsaw and called out something Freddie couldn’t understand. His jaws snapped at shadows and he bucked hard as someone grabbed him. Izadia held him softly, “I got you. It’s ok.”
A man in a production t-shirt with a headset on jogged over with a bottle of water and looked helplessly at Freddie. Izadia motioned for the man to put the water down. “He good?” the man mouthed with concern and confusion, not sure what the protocols were for freaking out wolf. Izadia nodded.
When Freddie stopped whimpering and looked up at her, Izadia shook her head. “Freddie, if you were that scared we didn’t have to keep going,” she said with her patented mixture of concern and reproach.
When Freddie calmed down enough to resume being human he didn’t look her in the eyes. “I didn’t want to cut the night short. You were having so much fun, and I should have been able to keep it together.”
“Freddie,” Izadia said with the same tone.
“Sorry… I’m really afraid of clowns.”
“I knew something was wrong,” Izadia said in a told-ya-so fashion.
“Yeah… But that’s like a baby fear. I’m sorry…” Freddie leaned against her.
“It’s ok. I’d say we should just go home but I know you Freddie, you won’t listen. So why don’t we find one of those shooting games and you can win me a stuffed bat as an apology for trying to be the macho tough guy.” Izadia was a saint for letting Freddie save a little face.
In the end he won her two stuffed bats.
Is Mia staring longingly at pumpkin themed treats? Yes. Because the cafe smells really good, she’s hungry, and really really likes pumpkin spice. But is she going to get any treats or warm drinks? Unfortunately no.
Which means the teen is just gonna sit on the bench and be sad about it. For now at least.
Freddie had had a day. His truck's headlight went out. He had been late to his approved visitation time with his mother, thanks to being pulled over for said light. His favorite shirt now had a coffee stain. He deserved a treat.
Luckily it was fall. The best treats happened in the fall. Now apple cider donuts would have hit the spot but these pumpkin cookies were too cute. He ordered a dozen if them, and a couple extras for his ride home. When he got out of the bakery and saw the sad looking kid...
"Hey.... uhhh... want a cookie?" He hoped he didn't sound creepy
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Freddie pulled his truck into the park and started to look around.
[txt:Lys] Ok I’m here. I’m heading to the big ok that always smells likes doggie Facebook. Seriously, I’m half expecting to get there and find out that Dougie the poodle is about to try and tell me that squirrels are actually deep state agents.
[txt:Lys] Honestly though, I think the squirrels are up to something. Not like NWO shit but like
[txt:Lys] Wait! I think I see you.
[txt: Freddie🐺] Yeah, that sounds like the right one.
They’re not gonna ask about the squirrels. And given that Lys had… kinda similar opinions on pigeons, they weren’t terribly surprised either. Both looked like they knew too much.
[txt: Freddie🐺] What- oh, awesome.
“Fancy meeting you here!” Lys is just going to jokingly call that down as soon as they spot Freddie. Because why not. And they hadn’t been lying, they were fairly up there in the tree. Enough that most people wouldn’t notice them for the most part.
"Halloo!" Freddie called up. He pulled out a large leather strap like a belt out of a duffle bag, before pulling out a set of braces for his lower legs. The braces had sharp points pointing dow towards the bottom of his boot. He strapped on the braces and wrapped that around the tree and himself. He leaned back against the belt and lifted one leg to press his boot against the tree, digging that point into the tree.
He alternated between stepping up and moving the belt higher. It took a few moments for him to get the to height of Lys. They were not lying, they were high up. Freddie had to use a bungie cord attached to his belt to get the climbing belt over some branches.
"Hey theymer, hang out here often?" he asked with a broad smile across his face.
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[txt: Lys] Ok, so is your shirt already torn? Like from the getting stuck? I can bring a repair thing.
[txt: Lys] You know like those things of like needles and threads and junk?
[txt: Lys] I’ll bring it anyway. Just hand tight, I’ll be right there.
[txt: Lys (several minutes later)] Wait, where is there?
[txt: Freddie🐺] I don’t know?
[txt: Freddie🐺] As in, I can’t tell because the spot that is caught is on my back, and I can’t see it.
[txt: Freddie🐺] Might be a good call to bring the kit just in case though?
Oh. Right. Freddie would need to know where to find them.
[txt: Freddie🐺] I’m at the park. And pretty far up the one really really big oak tree. Well above mostly everyone’s eyelines.
[txt: Freddie🐺] I should be able to see you when you got close tho
Freddie pulled his truck into the park and started to look around.
[txt:Lys] Ok I'm here. I'm heading to the big ok that always smells likes doggie Facebook. Seriously, I'm half expecting to get there and find out that Dougie the poodle is about to try and tell me that squirrels are actually deep state agents.
[txt:Lys] Honestly though, I think the squirrels are up to something. Not like NWO shit but like
[txt:Lys] Wait! I think I see you.
𝑹𝑷 𝑴𝑬𝑴𝑬 : the path from emojis to starters. SPOOKY SEASON EDITION. [ MINE / YOURS ] depends on the receiver. * change pronouns as needed.
👹 - for [ YOUR / MY ] muse to run into [ MINE / YOURS ] at a costume party.
👻 - for our muses to go ghost-hunting together.
💀 - for [ YOUR / MY ] muse to visit [ MINE / YOURS ] as a ghost.
🩸 - for [ YOUR / MY ] muse to run up to [ MINE / YOURS ] covered in blood.
🧟 - for our muses to be trapped in a zombie apocalypse together.
🧛 - for [ YOUR / MY ] muse to find out that [ MINE / YOURS ] is a vampire.
🧙 - for [ YOUR / MY ] muse to place a spell on [ MINE / YOURS. ]
🦹 - for [ YOUR / MY ] muse to show off their costume to [ MINE / YOURS. ]
🦸 - for [ YOUR / MY ] muse to dress up as a [ HERO OF YOUR CHOICE ] with [ MINE / YOURS. ]
🕷 - for [ YOUR / MY ] muse to scare [ MINE / YOURS ] with a spider.
🕸 - for [ YOUR / MY ] muse to save [ MINE / YOURS ] from a giant spider’s web.
🌕 - for our muses to sit beneath a full moon together.
🏠 - for our muses to visit a haunted house together.
🎡 - for our muses to visit a haunted carnival together.
🧪 - for our muses to be trapped in an evil scientist’s liar together.
🪦 - for our muses to visit a graveyard together at night.
⚰️ - for [ YOUR / MY ] muse to watch [ MINE / YOURS ] rise from the dead.
🪓 - for [ YOUR / MY ] muse to chase [ MINE / YOURS ] with an axe.
☎️ - for [ YOUR / MY ] muse to anonymously called [ MINE / YOURS. ]
🎃 - for our muses to carve pumpkins together.
🦇 - for [ YOUR / MY ] muse to watch [ MINE / YOURS ] turn into a bat.
🐺 - for [ YOUR / MY ] muse to discover that [ MINE / YOURS ] is a werewolf.
Gender ID & Presentation Meme
☼ - what is your character’s gender presentation?
❤ - what is your character’s gender identity?
☀ - when did your character come to understand/accept their gender?
☂ - what is the hardest thing for your character about being x gender?
❀ - what is your character’s favorite thing about being x gender?
✂ - has your character ever changed or attempted to change their gender presentation or perception?
✎ - what pronouns does your character use publicly? privately?
♡ - how readily do other people accept/perceive your character’s proper gender?
✘ - how readily does your character accept correction when they misinterpret other people’s gender identities or presentations?
PROTIP: these questions are not just for genderqueer muses!
Send 💬 + a rumor and my muse will react to it.
Inventory Check?
Freddie empties his pockets.
1 Pocket knife, well used but very sharp.
1 Beat up cellphone.
1 wolf themed leather wallet containing a back card, 32 dollars in various bills, his driver's license, and a business card for a dog groomers.
1 set of keys.
Blaine sighs and empties hers.
1 fixed handle hunting knife, very sharp.
1 set of lockpicks.
1 slim wallet containing 5 licenses and 7 credit cards, none of which bear the name Blain Ryan and 150 dollars in various bills.
Lighter with a bunny motif.
1 .380 caliber holdout pistol with a spare magazine.
1 multitool.
1 ancient nokia phone
1 beeper
and a pack of nicotine gum
🍯 for a food headcanon & 🌼 for a happiness headcanon?
It is a good thing Freddie loves to cook, as the others in his house suck at it. Well Blaine is actually good but hates doing it. Liam is actually a good cook over a fire but can live off hot pockets for the rest of his life so...
Freddie is actually scared of being happy. His father used to ruin his happiness for fun. Freddie is also really spiteful when it comes to his father. So now when he's happy he throws himself into his happiness full speed.
Alright, alright Izadia can cook. She's just lucky she has Freddie.
🍯 for a food headcanon & 🌼 for a happiness headcanon?
It is a good thing Freddie loves to cook, as the others in his house suck at it. Well Blaine is actually good but hates doing it. Liam is actually a good cook over a fire but can live off hot pockets for the rest of his life so...
Freddie is actually scared of being happy. His father used to ruin his happiness for fun. Freddie is also really spiteful when it comes to his father. So now when he's happy he throws himself into his happiness full speed.