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Two Truths and a Lie | ACCEPTING

“My deductive reasoning is telling me the fact that two of those things have something   in common means one of them is most likely the lie….but which…one….”

Gwen leans in really close, squinting so hard that her eyes become no more than tiny slits.

Colorful Headcanons | ACCEPTING

Raspberry: what food and/or drink can your muse not get enough of? do they indulge in it often, or is it something reserved for special occasions?

Gwen has a pretty sizable sweet tooth, although she is pretty good about only indulging in sweets now and then. Anything white chocolate is her weakness. She also really loves Hawaiian pizza, but minus the ham because she’s a vegetarian. 

Chartreuse: if you had to describe your muse with a color, what color would it be and why?

October Sentence Starters | ACCEPTING

🐺 talk about werewolves

“Wait, wait, wait!” Gwen said, trying to get control  of  her  laughter  but  utterly  failing.

“You do know werewolves aren’t real, right? This biology discussion is   totally theoretical and they are definitely fictitious....I feel like I need to   stress this, because you seem really invested here.”

Dream Daddy Sentence Starters | ACCEPTING

Gwen hide a gasp that was more put on than genuine behind her hands.  “Ohhhh, really?” She pressed, playing along good-naturedly. One of her favorite   things   about  New  York  had  always  been  the  ever-present opportunity to people watch.   She wasn't about to turn down the chance to make a game of it. How else were you supposed to pass  time  in  the mall anyway?

She took a quick bite of her pretzel and smiled down the bench to Peter. 

School-related Sentence Starters | ACCEPTING

“Oh! That’s a great idea! I don’t see why not. And everyone working   the  haunted  house  could  really-    -wait-     -”

She stopped in the middle of the hall, students pushing past her as  she  suddenly  became  stationary. 

 School-related Sentence Starters | ACCEPTING

“Hmm? Oh, yeah. Sure. One sec.”

Gwen turned in her seat, leaning over to dig through her backpack. It was the most organized backpack  that  ever  was, even  having external loops on the side for a spare pair of drumsticks. Ya know, just in case....

She pulled out a dark pink  pencil and extended  it to him with a teasing  smile,

    “It’s  a  good  color  for  you,  Peter.      Really makes your eyes sparkle.”