all that glitters is not gold.

mercy couldn’t buy food, but she liked to go torture herself at food stores. she could touch, but she couldn’t keep. sometimes she thought she might be able to eat with her eyes and get full like that. eyeing a microwave mac n’ cheese, mercy felt the wheels turning. she couldn’t buy food per say, but steal it? that just might work. looking over her shoulder, mercy pulled her hoodie over her curls, closed her long, bejeweled talons around the container and was just to put it in her person when . . .

“i’m glad i bumped into you.”

the microwave meal clattered to the floor as mercy looked up at jude like a deer in headlights. she laughed nervously. “ haha, you know me. clumsy. “ she lowered herself to a squat, hovering over the floor to grab the mac n’ cheese which she, very reluctantly, put back on the dry foods shelf. the mention of thad and flowers made her heart drop. “ i think thad likes fast cars and beautiful women. “ she joked, trying to keep her composure, but her voice broke on the last word. 

honest. she told herself. 

for once in your life, just be honest. 

so the influencer took a deep breath and looked at jude meaningfully. “ succulents. maybe get him a succulent. you barely have to water them; low maintenance and besides, 

                                        thad loves a good succ joke. “

🌧- 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

❤️- A happy memory that makes them smile

💙- A sad memory that makes them cry

💛- A memory that makes them feel angry

💚- A memory that makes them feel guilty

💜- A memory about one of their loved ones, happy or sad

💔- A memory that leaves them feeling lonely

❣- A memory that leaves them laughing

💕- A memory about their significant other

💞- A memory about their children

💓- A memory about their friends

💗- A memory about a good deed they did

💖- A memory that made them feel special

💝- A memory that made them feel loved

💘- A memory that gets their heart pounding

your muse is drinking with mine and has been given the chance to question my muse anything they want to know. some may be triggering, others won’t. send me a 🍻+ the question you want to ask my muse for a tipsy, drunken ( honest ) answer.

“ what’s holding you back in life ?”

“ is everything alright? ”

“ when did you choose to give up ?”

“ what’s the kinkiest thing you have ever done ?”

“ how many have you slept with ?”

“ what’s your biggest secret ?”

“ do you believe in love ?”

“ what’s the meanest thing you have done ?”

“ what scares you more than anything ?”

“ have you ever considered running away ?”

“ do you love me ?”

“ what’s your dirtiest fantasy ?”

“ who hurt you ?”

“ what made you this way ?”

“ is there anyone special in your life ?”

“ why are you always smiling ?”

“ what lie have you told that hurt someone ?”

“ if you could do anything in world, what would it be ?”

“ who are you, really ?”

“ is there anything you regret ?”

“ what’s your biggest regret ?”

“ tell me about your first kiss ?”

“ what is your deepest, darkest fear ?”

“ is there anyone you regret kissing ?”

“ have you ever cheated, or been cheated on ?”

“ what is the most embarrassing thing in your room ?”

“ who have you loved, but they didn’t love you back ?”

“ is there something you have never told anyone ?”

“ when was the last time you cried ?”

“ how come you keep running away ?”

“ have you ever made someone cry ?”

“ if anything, what makes you hate a person ?”

“ what takes for you to fall in love, trust someone ?”

“ do you believe in true love ?”

“ what have you done that people would judge you most for doing ?”

“ do you regret letting me close ?”

“ is there someone you have a crush on ?”

“ what is the strangest place you have ever had sex ?”

“ tell me your most awkward date story ?”

“ do you ever get scared ?”

“ what do you really think of life ?”

there’s little to do on campus though he’s got nowhere better to be, biding time on a bench outside one of the many locked doors that litter the place. there’s some quiet part of him that’s set himself there on PURPOSE, a precaution of sorts. if the blood is going to be his, he’d rather not be chased down on his own. at least the people there recognize him. besides, he’s been half-hoping to catch someone who knows something, anything, more than what they’ve been given in that spare message. earlier he’d seen a few employees leave the building beside him— yet, as always with the those he’s known through the database, they’d been elusive when he had anything to ask. and so now he waits, aimlessly, trying to shake out his tension by bouncing his leg slightly, holding a hand in a fist tight enough that he can feel his own fingernails bite at his skin. ronan feels coiled tight, everywhere.

let the games begin. she’d collected judgmental looks and tasteless cat calls like loose change walking around the facility looking like database barbie. they were all just jealous, of course, not everyone had the brain power and good sense to cut their uniform into a crop top and a pair of tiny shorts. 

lou’s prophecy troubled mercy more than she let on. it was easy to write the other girl off as some hoax, a quack, but mercy had seen it for herself. lou’s prophecies were real because they had happened to her. and this one, she feared, would be no different. a familiar face. certainly no one was more familiar to the prophetess than her, but it was the part about the blood  that really unnerved her. her hands hung languid at her sides, but some people? 

                                some people had their hands clenched into FISTS.

“seat taken?” she chirped like she wouldn’t have sat right on him if he didn’t move, crossing her long spidery legs over one another as she tilted her head up at ronan. “well, we could sit here in the dark, orrrrr . . . . . you could whip out a flashlight.”  mercy turned on the backlight of her phone, nearly blinding her companion. 

“clearly, were not getting anything from them, so we’ve gotta get answers ourselves. and i can’t speak for you, freckles, but i knew who A was on pretty little liars waaay before everyone else did. i’ve got this one in the BAG. maybe i’ll even take you along.” the influencer reached her hand out to the foreboding male. “mercy. but everyone knows that. usually i don’t touch people, but if you clench your fist any tighter, you’ll cut off your circulation.”

              i know a girl with the 𝓰𝓸𝓵𝓭𝓮𝓷 𝓽𝓸𝓾𝓬𝓱,