Send My Muse Anons Pretending To Be Someone They Care About. The Twist: Make These Anons As Heartbreaking,

Send my muse anons pretending to be someone they care about. The twist: make these anons as heartbreaking, disappointing, or anger-inducing as possible.

Pretend to give them bad news, pretend to break up with them, pretend to make an upsetting confession - as long as it hurts, it’s fair game.

4-Word Sentence Prompts

Part I An assortment of prompts and/or starters using only four words. Adjust as necessary to fit pronoun and/or descriptor. Reblog, please do not repost or add.

“ I don't need you. ”

“ Celebrate while you can. ”

“ It was too much. ”

“ I'm so, so sorry. ”

“ Let me love you. ”

“ Where have you been? ”

“ Why am I here? ”

“ I would love to. ”

“ I tried but failed. ”

“ You'll never forgive me. ”

“ I want to confess. ”

“ I will protect you. ”

“ You don't deserve me. ”

“ I don't deserve you. ”

“ You are safe here. ”

“ You choose your fate. ”

“ I have lost control. ”

“ I don't recognize myself. ”

“ You are to blame. ”

“ You lack the skills. ”

“ Be still, don't move. ”

“ Yet again you lie. ”

“ You are so beautiful. ”

“ Take it off. Now. ”

“ Look at you now. ”

“ Shoot before it escapes! ”

“ You can't do this! ”

“ Please don't leave me. ”

“ Please leave me along. ”

“ Worship me or die. ”

“ Bow before me, peasant. ”

“ Did you make this? ”

“ I can't believe this! ”

“ You are my villain. ”

“ You are my hero. ”

“ I don't take sides. ”

“ Run, don't look back. ”

“ My life is perfect. ”

“ Don't lie to me. ”

“ When is it over? ”

“ What is this madness? ”

“ Cut loose, have fun! ”

“ I hate you all. ”

“ I love you, dear. ”

“ You drive me crazy. ”

"You are indebted to no one, my lord. Least of all to me. I only wished to do the right thing." She offered with a sheepish smile. She knew who he was. Anyone in Mayfair worth their wits knew who he was. And while Anne may not have frequented all the events nor did she partake in the fervent gossip that circulated the ton, she knew what she needed to know to survive London's high society. She knew the names of most of the Lords and Viscounts, Barons and Dukes in town, and used the knowledge as a shield. Knowing the enemy was the key to winning she'd been told. Though, Anne wasn't entirely sure she'd consider Lord Bridgerton to be the enemy. His eyes were far too sad for him to be the enemy.

"Anne Wynter." Her cheeks blushed a like pink at his bow, gently taking his hand and offering a bow in return. She didn't deserve such an introduction and it made her feel like a fraud. She was a fraud, she reminded herself, but that didn't mean she wanted to feel like one. "Though, not a heroine, I'm afraid. More of a background character in my own story."

@awynter {x}

He hadn’t meant for his alarm to come across as fury when he’d snatched the watch from her hands. Really he hadn’t, but it wasn’t just any old pocket watch he’d so carelessly lost, it was an heirloom, a precious keepsake that felt like the last remaining tether between himself and his prematurely departed father. 

Perhaps he’d miscalculated and dropped it when attempting to slip it back into his pocket while in mid-conversation. He tended to do so a lot, for checking the time was a bit of an apprehensive tick of his. It wasn’t that he was anxious to know the hour or that he had somewhere to be, it simply always felt as though he were running out of time itself. The more discontent he was, the more often he’d glance at it. 

Examining the memento intently to ensure it had no scratches or dents, Anthony breathed a sigh of relief as he used his sleeve to clear the lens of any smudges before gripping the watch just a little tighter. Sated, he glanced up at the woman with mounting embarrassment, his undignified behavior not at all appropriate for the likes of a complete stranger. 

“It appears I’m indebted to you, Miss…” he paused, realizing he hadn’t so much as asked her name upon the sight of his most valuable possession, one he’d never thought he’d see again.

“Apologies. We’ve not been formally introduced. I’m V.iscount Anthony B.ridgerton.” 

Here, he gave a polite and hurried little bow before extending his hand to receive hers in the polite exchange of pleasantries, “And might I have the pleasure of knowing the name of my heroine?”

"It's beautiful. I can understand why you hold it so dearly." She replies with a smile. "I encourage to you take better care of it in the future." Anne is glad that she was the one to stumble across the trinket and not someone with far less morals, and emptier pockets. Such a thing might've earned a pretty penny for a greedier heart, but Anne had no use for excess money. Not when she might be forced to abandon it all at any moment. Not when all she truly desired was safety.

"Dance?" Anne blinked, her mouth going dry at the offer. Lord Bridgerton was asking to dance with her? It seemed ridiculous, and, were the circumstances any different, she might've laughed. She could only imagine the murmurs of the ton if people saw him take to the floor with a measly governess.

"Lord Bridgerton, I am greatly flattered by your offer, but I do not think it would be wise." Her hand itched to reach out and take his, but she knew it would be hard to turn back once she'd accepted. The last thing she needed was to be written about in Lady Whistledown's newest column, or to be scrutinized by every greedy mama in the city. It was better, safer, to remain inconspicuous. Even if that meant rejecting one of the most eligible bachelors in the ton. "Besides, I do not even posses a dance card. It would hardly be fair for me to steal a dance from other, much more deserving young ladies."

The kiss he pressed to her knuckles was standard procedure. He'd done so a thousand times to a thousand different women over the years, and yet there was more sincerity, more earnest behind the press of his lips than before. She'd returned to him that which he'd thought lost. She was now held in much higher regard to him than just any other woman. “I apologies profusely for my lack of manners. You’ve done me a great service, madam, I assure you. This watch has more sentimental value to me than you could possibly know.” he insisted, giving the watch a final meaningful squeeze before placing it securely in his pocket. 

Wynter. He mulled the name over in his head, but was unable to conjure any knowledge of the surname, indicating that she was either new to the ton, or not born into high society. Either way, he was a man of honor and wished to repay her in an adequate manner. 

“Surely you give yourself too little credit, Miss Wynter. And while I’m a fan of literary discussion, I’m currently more invested in finding a way to return the favor. First and foremost, would you honor me with a dance?”

It wasn't nearly enough to express his gratitude, but it was a start. After all, they were here at a ball. What else was there to do but mindlessly stare into their lemonade glass and avoid the relentless and abrasive mamas looking to secure a future for their single daughters?

With another courteous bow, he offered his hand once more.

"If you please?"

Autumn / Spooky memes!

Requested by anon!

"Oh, I love it when the leaves start falling."

"I think it's going to storm."

"I love a thunderstorm."

"Look at all the colours! It's beautiful!"

"Aw, man, I always get sad when it goes cold."

"Do you want to go pick out a pumpkin?"

"Look at this tiny pumpkin!"

"We need to get a good carving pumpkin, I left it too late last year and got a really weird one."

"I'm making pumpkin soup."

"Ugh, I hate all this pumpkin spice stuff."

"Ooh, I love this pumpkin spice stuff!"

"I really want to curl up by the fire with a good book."

"Time to get my cardigans out again."

"This sort of weather deserves a golden retriever."

"Do you want some hot cocoa?"

"Nothing like the first hot chocolate of the year."

"Mmm, this is really nice. You should try some."

"I'm making apple cider!"

"How have you never had hot apple cider?!"

"This is my favourite time of year."

"Let's get the hallowe'en decorations out!"

"I'm going to buy a twelve foot skeleton this year, I don't care what anyone says."

"Did you get candy for the trick or treaters yet?"

"I bet we can see a ghost if we go out tonight."

"Wait, wait, I'm gonna put on a bedsheet and scare these kids."

"I hate hallowe'en."

"I love hallowe'en."

"I'm going to eat so much candy tonight."

"Are you taking the kids trick or treating?"

"It's the first time taking the kids trick or treating! They've been so excited."

are you anne's type? (easy mode)