#trippasks

Send “♣” and I’ll write a starter based on one of the prompts below! Our muses go to the arcade together

Anwen blinked as she approaches the building where she was to meet with Tripp at the arcade. She had been so busy lately, or actually for most of her life, that she cannot remember having ever gone to one before now. The woman looked around as she entered the building before making her way toward the arcade shop inside. She had a very interesting day at the Sanatorium today. Oakley had been stabbed by her elder brother Elias, after an intense argument broke out between the two, which resulted in Oakley's going to the hospital, of course. Apparently needing several stitches in the hand the fork was stabbed into, she had last heard. Entering the arcade Anwen shifted a little bit, trying to find the other she was supposed to be meeting there.

Send me a 🔫 for a starter where my muse has been shot.

Peter dropped to the ground, blood dripping onto the ground under him. Glancing up, he brought his right hand up to cup the wound, staring toward the sky, he had gotten away successfully. Panting, he moved to stand, stumbling a little bit as he forced himself to move into the alleyway. He had to change out of his costume, then he could worry about being shot, more actively. Quickly he did just that, blood staining his shirt instantly.

Weakly he pulled his backpack onto a shoulder, clumsily making his way out of the alley, he took his phone out, trying to call for an ambulance before bumping into someone, his phone slipping from his blood soaked fingers and hitting the ground, shattering. Peter was knocked off his balance and fell to the ground, hitting it with a groan, his hand moving toward the bullet wound "S-sorry--" They looked...familiar...however "Harry...help..." His left hand moved out, searching for the phone.

Unknown Meme

"Yes I-" Flash pauses as he heard the end of the others comment. He wasn't dumb! Glaring, the young male stiffened, his hair prickling on his neck "I'm not dumb. It's true. I heard him say it. Don't call me dumb." He was a physics major, he was in college. He went to the best high school in the area before graduating, was technically a genius. He could understand they were riling him up. But he didn't stop himself from being allowed to fall into immaturity "He is my best friend." Flash reaffirmed, still angry that the other would even deny it.

Send a 🥖 to throw a baguette at my muse.

Staring at the shelf he suddenly reached up to pull one down, someone had come in and was messing with the books. Not that Bray couldn't take care of that. But she wasn't. Which meant that someone was messing with him and Bray was getting amusement from it "It's not funny..." He muttered as he put the book under his arm and turned to walk it back to where it belonged. Just to be met with a baguette to the head. Stumbling back he blinked before straightening "WHO the fuck? What..." Staring around he finds the baguette on the floor, then looks for who threw it, finding Tripp "What do you think you're doing, firstly, throwing fucking bread, secondly...looking like that?!"