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Bonus this or that

Playlists or podcasts?

Pool or beach?

Cats or dogs?

Cookies or chips?

Summer or winter?

Driver or passenger?

Comedy or horror?

Beer or wine?

Apple or Android?

Ice or fire?

Vampire or werewolf?

Pizza or pasta?

Coke or Pepsi?

Singing or dancing?

Pancakes or waffles?

Unicorn or dragon?

Coffee or tea?

Sunrise or sunset?

Batman or Superman?

Yacht or jet ski?

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Giving Thanks, Asher Style

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Ash doesn't shy away from violence and when it comes to protecting those that are his, he's swift and brutal.

Shifting is not dependent upon the lunar cycle but the longer he goes without shifting, the harder it is to control his wolf.

People see the man and one would assume it's the wolf that's trapped inside, but most days it feels more like the other way around.

There is a darkness inside Ash that he usually covers with humor and lighthearted jesting, but it's always there scratching at the surface. The Bayou was the best place to grow up, the wooded areas gave the young wolves the privacy and space to stretch their legs. Ash's wolf has pitch black fur and amber eyes, before he was able to fully control his wolf, he was grateful that the color was so close to his own making it harder to notice when his eyes flashed with his wolf.

Growing up, both Ash and Kyle always had each other, and even before their father disappeared, it was always Ash that was helping Kyle with his wolf.

When they were annoying their mother, she would send them out to run through the swamp land to tire them out. To this day he still runs out through the Bayou when he needs to get out a little extra energy.

Control isn't something that is mastered once and then forgotten about, there are still days when Ash struggles to keep the facade of being human in place.

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We’re all flawed

| overly compliant | blindly obedient | rash | foolhardy | takes unnecessary risks | clingy | moves too quickly in relationships | overemotional | pushy | power-hungry | willing to bring others down to get ahead | aggressive | overly competitive | bossy | overbearing | brash | vain | shallow | ostentatious | reckless | audacious | doesn’t think through consequences | manipulative | cocky | disingenuous | cunning | devious | takes advantage of others | manipulable | lets people get away with things without consequences | unassertive | constrained | meekly obedient | unpredictable | flighty | tendency to daydream | unwilling to change plans or opinions | singleminded | obsessive | consumed by a ruling passion or pet cause | lazy | apathetic | slacker | unable to take things seriously | uses humor to hide feelings | fiscally irresponsible | people-pleaser | fails to manage their own needs | shy | soft | bad with confrontation | feeble  workaholic | perfectionist | may work themselves to exhaustion | blunt | oversharing | can’t keep secrets | know-it-all | show-off | elitist | stubborn | blindly faithful | unwilling to accept change | self-deprecating | meek | unassertive | perfectionist | nosy | intrusive | overestimates their own and others’ abilities | impractical | overly idealistic | loud | overly chummy | can’t handle being alone | overzealous | fanatical | intense | resigned | slow to action | indulging | strict | overly disciplined | difficulty expressing emotions | trusting in one’s abilities, qualities, and judgment | cocky | arrogant | unwilling to accept help |

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𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐑𝐄 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋 | 𝐀 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒.

a bunch of starters for things to say to evil muses !! trigger warning for mention of murder and blood. 

“ get off of her/him/them !! “ 

“ you’re a fucking psychopath. “ 

“ you’re evil. “ 

“ don’t you fucking touch her/him/them !! “ 

“ you’re insane. “ 

“ you really can’t stop being evil for one second, huh ? “ 

“ what now, huh ?! you gonna kill me ?! “ 

“ don’t you ever get tired of being terrible ? “ 

“ you’re an awful person, you know ? “ 

“ you killed her/him/them ! “ 

“ you’re a fucking murderer ! “ 

“ how many people have you killed ? “ 

“ get away from me, freak ! “ 

“ if you touch her/him/them again, I’ll kill you. “ 

“ don’t hurt me ! please ! “ 

“ you are a thief of joy. “ 

“ you’re a fucking monster. “ 

“ why are you so mean ? “ 

“ give up. I’d never die by your hand. “ 

“ that’s not very nice of you. “ 

“ oh, my god ! you stabbed me ! “ 

“ so you’re trying to kill me now ? “ 

“ that was a creative way to kill someone. “ 

“ you’re covered in blood ! get the fuck away from me ! “

“ what’s your problem, huh ?! nobody loved you as a child ? “ 

“ I’m sorry that you turned out this way. “ 

“ we could’ve had something, if you weren’t so fucking evil. “ 

“ don’t touch me ! “ 

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battle royale (2000) writing prompts. 

“ look, you’re smiling! smiling! that’s clearly a smile! “

“ hey, don’t mess around. what is this place? “

“ when someone’s talking, shut up and listen. “

“ i told you not to bother, didn’t i? that you were a lost cause. “

“ sorry, it’s against the rules for me to kill, isn’t it? “

“ hey, ____, do you have a crush on anyone right now? “

“ it’s your own damned fault. “

“ life is a game. so fight for survival… and find out if you’re worth it. “

“ is your arm ok? show it to me. “

“ it’s just a scratch i’ll wash off the blood. “

“ you won’t like me saying this, but i don’t trust any of them either. “

“ are you scared of me, too? “

“ you’re the only one i trust, ____. “

“ it’s nice to have someone waiting for you. “

“ i can’t give this up. i’ll take revenge for ____. “

“ i’ll protect you right to the end, just like ____ would have done. “

“ you might as well come clean now. “

“ i’m sorry, ____. i’m not much help, am i? “

“ i know one thing. i’ll never play this game. “

“ this is my weapon. i thought it was so-so, but actually it’s not so bad. “

“ not my scene. i’ll never die like that. “

“ did i kill them? tell me the truth. you were watching. “

“ you don’t even have a weapon! not everyone wants to play nice out there. “

“ if they’re in danger, then all the more reason to go! “

“ go wherever you like… you’re a murderer yourself! “

“ this is crazy! how can you all kill each other so easily? “

“ you’ve always pissed me off! i’ll kill you! “

“ i’ve had it! why does everybody gang up on me? what did i do? “

“ think about what you did! you think you can get away with it? “

“ cry, damn you! beg for forgiveness! “

“ why not kill? everyone has their issues. “

“ what are you doing? training, at a time like this? “

“ don’t touch me! you’re disgusting. “

“ i’m taking this game very seriously. i’m playing it for real. “

“ let me go. or i’ll assume you want to kill me and i’ll fight back with all i’ve got. you’ve been warned. “

“ always blaming someone else! that’s why i hate your guts! “

“ come at me. every inch of me will resist you! “

“ god, if this is a bad joke, please stop messing with me. “

“ ____… are you in love with anyone? not me, right? “

“ stay with me like this. it won’t be long. “

“ you’re slacking. i’m disappointed in you. “

“ i wasn’t going to say anything… but i guess i wanted you to know. “

“ i turned a gun on my best friend so the two of us could survive. “

“ really trusting someone… it’s a hard thing to do. “

“ are you in? or would you rather just kill each other? “

“ we’re all… going to die tomorrow, aren’t we? “

“ you didn’t last night or the night before, did you? you don’t trust me, do you? “

“ ow! that hurts, you assholes! i’m bleeding, damn it! “

“ at least… i thought i’d live until tomorrow. “

“ and can you not breathe on the phone? i can smell your stinking breath from here. “

“ i’m weak, and useless, but i’ll stay by your side. i’ll protect you. “

“ be strong, ____. if you’re not strong, you’ll end up just like me. “

“ no one is going to save you. that’s just life. “

“ i just didn’t want to be a loser anymore. “

“ my dad and my mom… ran off or died, just because they felt like it. but i’ll keep fighting, even though i don’t know how. “

“ you won’t make it. “

“ i told you, didn’t i? don’t trust anyone. “

“ sorry, but i used you to save myself. “

“ you were perfect. just gullible enough. “

“ there’s nowhere i want to go back to. so we’re all going down together. “

“ the only one worth dying with, would be you, ____. “

“ what? go ahead, shoot. “

“ what’s up? shoot me, or i’ll shoot you. “

“ if you hate someone, then you have to live with the consequences. “

“ in the end, i’m glad i found a true friend. “

“ it’ll never be an easy choice. but we have no choice but to keep moving forward. “

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Random prompts!♡

1. 'What do you think you're doing?'

2. 'You dont look at me when you say 'I love you' anymore...'

3. 'I'm scared of loving you, okay?! I'm scared of having something to lose!'

4. 'Could we stay here just a little bit longer?'

5. 'What happens when tomorrow comes?'

6. 'Who did this to you?'

7. 'Didn't you say you were going to bed three hours ago?'

8. 'That stings!'

9. 'Whoa, don't pass out on me, okay?'

10. 'Can you walk?'

11. 'Go! I'll catch up with you and the others!'

12. 'You were stabbed?!' 'Lightly stabbed!'

13. 'Looks like you popped a stitch,'

14. 'Hey, hey, I need you to stay awake.'

15. 'Don't you ever scare me like that again'

16. 'Do I look like a scoundrel to you?'

17. 'Why would you do that?!'

18. 'We could've lost you back there! Did you even stop to think of what would've happened if we– if I –lost you?!'

19. 'Please come back.'

20. 'Don't let go!'

21. 'You promised!'

22. 'I'll be right by your side for as long you allow me to.'

23. 'Sweetness, you've hurt me.'

24. 'How bad is it?'

25. 'Keep talking, please.'

26. 'You have a nice voice.'

27. 'Sing with me?'

28. 'Why are you making cupcakes at 3am?' 'Why aren't you making cupcakes at 3am?'

29. 'I‐ I don't know how to dance.'

30. 'Shhhh, you're okay, I got you.'

31. 'Shut your face.'

32. 'I had a dream about you last night...'

33. 'Is that blood?'

34. 'I-I can't feel my legs-'

35. 'Hey, you don't look so good. Are you okay?'

36. 'Don't do this to me, please.'

37. 'You shouldn't be walking-'

38. 'Are you gonna hug me or what?'

39. 'You're so beautiful.'

40. 'My job is to serve and protect others, I don't have the luxury of doing much of the same for myself.'

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Hurt sentence starters..!

-> Make them angsty! Explore your muses emotions through these. Create connections with other muses in the process of getting to know your own.

“Did you ever really care for me?”

“Was there a time when you weren’t laughing at me on the inside? You lied the whole time..”

“Liar! How could do you this do me?”

“I spent every day thinking about you..”

“Did you really have to do that to me?”

“How do you expect me to forget what you’ve done!”

“You’re just like that person..”

“Why did you love me only to break my trust?”

“Was hurting me fun?”

“I hope it was worth it.. I’ll make you pay for what you’ve done to me.”

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What the what?

High school wasn’t all that it was cracked up to be. Everyone said you needed to be extra careful because the things you did there could set the rest of your life in motion. That was somewhat true. Somewhat. His grades were what you would expect from a guy like him, good enough to graduate but he wasn’t getting any academic scholarships. His extracurriculars were just about the same, finding trouble where he could and making it where he couldn't. Living his life like that, shouldn’t have been a surprise when he attracted women that didn’t know how to have a healthy relationship. The problem was he often found himself entertaining the ones that were just the other side of toxic.

“Hi Ashie!” Alicia Johnson came waltzing around the corner of the building with the two girls that were always flanking her. Most people were happy to see their girlfriend but Ash often found dread coiling in his gut at the thought of her. At that realization he shook his head, hoping the physical movement would clear his mind but was unsuccessful. Stopping right in front of him, she turned her face to the side and pointed to her cheek, expecting him to lean in and give her cheek a kiss. “Alicia, can I talk to you for a moment? Privately?” She actually laughed at his request, waving her hand as if nothing he could say was of consequence. “Don’t be silly Ashie, Anything you want to say to me you can say in front of them.”  He knew better but the truth was he had run out of patience. “It’s over.” 

Asher knew what it was like having to deal with a bully, his father had taught him well. He didn’t like spreading pain but there was something about the dismissal she often dealt him that kept him from caring. He shouldn’t have been surprised when she simply laughed. Laughed. She didn’t look shocked, she didn’t even look like she misheard him. She looked at him like he was a petulant child that was throwing a tantrum. Reaching up, she patted his cheek, “You’re mine, forever. Doesn’t matter what anyone says.” She smiled a little brighter at the shock on his face before adding, “Not even you.”

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Puppy Love

Ash popped up from the ground with a bit of a flourish. He held his hand out for Lydia, “Ma cherie, I think it might be time to start heading to mahmen’s.” With a smile on her face, she clapped her palm against his and allowed him to pull her up from the blanket laid out on the ground. She came up off the floor fast enough to lift her feet from the blanket as he pulled her against his chest and kissed her. He smiled against her lips as she giggled, just two teenagers in love. Being with Lydia was like surfacing from a deep dive, the air feeling so good in your lungs that it burns, and boy did Ash want to burn.

Checking his phone, he knew that they were going to be late for the barbecue. There was no way that they would make it all the way out to the bayou in the next fifteen minutes. So much for managing his time. Their families had been getting together for dinners his whole life, but this one was different. This one mattered more than the rest and if he still wanted to live after tonight, he needed it to go well. Stealing one last kiss from Lydia, he got on his motorcycle and held his hand up to help her on.

Riding through the warm day was nice. The wind kicked up and cooled them off even as the sun beat down on them, but that was nothing compared to having her arms wrapped around him. He had known her his whole life, yet she still seemed like a whole new person. Maybe not a whole new person, but he was getting a side of her that he hadn’t even known had existed. He finally understood what people were talking about when they said they fell in love with their best friend. The slight squeeze around his torso drew his attention back to the road only to notice they were already home. Parking the cruiser near the door, he began to mentally prepare himself for whatever was about to happen. At least that’s what he was trying to do until Lydia took his hand, smiled at him and told him the only thing that mattered. “No matter what happens, remember that I love you.”

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What Ifs

Asher didn’t know how to back down from anything. Most people said it was in his blood, you couldn’t have that much hot headed Cajun coursing through your veins without some consequences. Some even said he was just too stupid to know when to cut bait, but he never wasted too much time thinking about it, he was too busy living his life. Growing up with the father he was ‘blessed’ with, Asher figured the flight part of his programming was simply conditioned out of him. It made sense to him since growing up his choices were to take a good lickin’ or to watch his brother get hurt. He dealt with the former because he refused to allow the latter. Either way, walking away from bad decisions just wasn’t really in his wheelhouse.

“What if we get caught?” A dainty hand gripped the sleeve of his jacket, forcing him to turn around. Lydia Porter looked at him with wide brown eyes that reminded him of just how perfect her life had always been. He couldn’t blame her for not wanting to get into trouble, though he was trouble enough for the both of them. Turning his back to the open window, he faced her so she could see his face. “We’re not running away to the Quarter to dance naked under the moon, just getting a little air.” He could see by the look on her face she wasn’t really buying his pitch but that couldn’t be helped. Her hand was still holding his sleeve so he rested his over it. “If you don’t want to come then stay here, I’m just going to stretch my legs a little.” His smile grew as he watched the indecision in her eyes change to conviction. 

Climbing out of her window wasn’t the challenge, the eight foot drop to the ground wasn’t either. The real show was going to be getting her back into her room before her parents found out. Mrs. Porter grew up with Mama Bordeaux and nothing stood between those two. Even as Lydia and Ash started hanging around each other more and more, neither woman had any qualms with it. Mr. Porter was a different story though. Lydia was, and always would be, his little girl. With a shiteating grin on his face, Ash draped his arm over Lydia’s shoulders as they headed out into the Bayou.

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My Blood

Asher gripped his brother's hand tight as he pulled him through the weeds. Their shoes stuck to the mud making every step a true labor of movement. Ash knew, even at nine years old, no matter how quickly they moved, their father had longer strides and would catch up to them. With Kyle’s latest growth spurt he was too big to try to carry effectively through the swamp land behind their bayou home which left the yanking and pulling. There was a small part of him that worried he was hurting his brother more, or worse, feared that he would end up dislocating his tiny arm. From the frightened look on his little brother’s face, he wouldn’t even notice if he had. 

“BOUG! Gitcher arse back here!” Merde. His father was closer than he thought he would be. If they kept running they would be caught in the next few minutes and nothing Ash could do would protect Kyle. Unfortunately, Kyle was at the age that he was starting to understand what was happening and Ash didn’t want their father to mold the person Kyle would become. He refused to give the older Bordeaux that power over his brother. Grateful that the weather was already cooling down, a lot of the ‘gators were in brumation and wouldn’t be a threat as long as he could get back to his brother quickly. Tucking him between the tangled roots of a tree, Ash leaned in and grabbed his hand. “No matter what happens, it’s you and me, okay?” Even with his breath pounding in and out of his small chest, the promise to Kyle was clear; nothing would ever come between them and Asher would always protect him. 

The sound of footfalls twenty yards had Ash pressing his finger to his lips, making sure Kyle knew he needed to stay quiet. Grinning at his brother was the last thing he did before heading straight for his father. He knew this mood. Some days they could hide; out of sight, out of mind often worked when their father was in the bottle. Other days, days like today, nothing would appease him but blood. As soon as his father came into view, Ash skidded to a stop, kicking up mud and drawing his father’s attention. It was enough to startle the older man into dropping the bottle of Jack that was still in his hand. The glass fell in slow motion, taking hours before it hit a dead stump and shattering, leaving the neck of the bottle as a lethal weapon. That day was the first scar he got from broken glass but it wouldn’t be the last.

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That’s my cue

New Orleans. Some things never changed. There was something about being back in the crescent city that just eased the deepest part of  his soul. Even the air smelled different here. It was easier to breathe without ever knowing why, without ever pinpointing the moment breathing became labored. His first stop was out in the Bayou, no one came home without seeing mama first. It was nice to be back at the home, even if it was a home that he had mixed emotions about. The first half of his childhood had been somewhat of a nightmare, being the shield between his brother and his father made for plenty of scars but far too few good memories. After his father’s disappearance things were a relief. No longer forced to rush home so Kyle wouldn’t be alone with their father, no more explaining away another busted lip with a smile and a smart a s s comment. Ten was too young to know how to manipulate a situation, to know the perfect amount of annoyance and attitude to make them give up on answers or frustrate them enough to make them forget they were looking for them in the first place. Regardless, the place was still home.

Ash was heading back out to the French Quarter to catch up with some of his old buddies when he stopped by a little bodega in the Ninth Ward that had the best crawfish po’boys. That was something he missed the most about moving back to Hartsville; the food. He put his order in and was leaning against the wall when what felt like a torpedo hit him square in the chest. “Ashie! Oh my god, I thought that was you!” The high pitched screeching voice was enough to send a shiver down his spine but the small frame wrapped around him made him want to disappear. His relationship with Alicia Johnson was short but the most toxic thing he had ever experienced and that was saying something. She had done a real number on him making him a less sure person at nineteen than he was at ten.

With a smooth motion, he turned them and removed himself from her grip. “Alicia… what, uh, what are you doing here?” She was still clinging to the sleeves of his jacket as she pouted in a way that he was assuming was supposed to be pretty, though it made his stomach turn. “Ashieeeeee,” the whine in her voice sounded like nails against the chalkboard, “aren’t you happy to see me?” She leaned in toward him just as they called his name at the counter. “Excuse me.” Saved by the po’boy. Literally. Asher had never been a coward, never run from a fight, but he wasn’t an idiot either. When Alicia waited where she was, clearly expecting him to come running back to her to talk, he saw his opportunity and seized it. With his bounty in his hand, he slipped straight out the open door and was gone before she even realized it.

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All of you...

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