Truth or DARE!!!!!

This is a tough one; I'm not really one for memorising/writing down quotes. Recently, however, I've been trying to live by the quote 'time waits for no one' because I feel like I've been wasting too much of it as of late. So when I'm lying in bed, debating whether to get up or not, I think to myself 'time waits for no one' and it motivates me to get out of bed and start my day (sometimes).

EDIT: almost forgot. Someone once told me 'my love for you is greater than VY Canis Majoris'. I thought it was cute and original and I don't think I'll ever forget it.


You guys need to accept truths and dares more often. :B There are 3 open as I type this.

 

I just don't like taking them from the same people over and over. :C I wish more people would offer...but it's getting late in most places. xD

Makaze & Tummer have ToD's open for anyone who wants them. ​

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ARE YOU READY FOR THIS

YOU'RE NOT READY FOR THIS

HERE IT COMES

>Tummer, Makaze, and Jayn: TRUTH TRIPLE-TEAM ON SFORZATO.

Truth or Dare?*

Truth or Dare?*

Truth or Dare?*

 

I'll take truth

What is the one thing that scares the most? Why is it that one thing that particularly frightens you? And if you were faced with such a scenario where you had to confront that fear, what would you do? Do you think you would be able to overcome it? And once you have faced it, how do you think it would have changed you?

(is that good Jayn Jayn?)
Truth or dare?

 

What's your ideal lovemaking scenario? You don't have to be graphic at all; the mood and emotions are as important as the act itself. Would you want your lover beneath you, above you, beside you? Would she smile and nurture you, cradle you or kiss your cheeks? Would you take a long time to begin? Is there a certain atmosphere you'd prefer (Mood music, candles, etc.)? What season? Would you bundle up in the cold, or celebrate life in the spring? What leads up to the moment (A nice dinner, an exciting concert, etc.)? You can answer any or none of these, but be as detailed as you can manage.

...Death. Oblivion. Going to sleep and never waking up again.

It frays the edges of my understanding. Everything I know tells me that nothing ever ends. To think that I could just vanish... my frail body, decay and become as nothing... my consciousness, blinked out as if it were never there to begin with... No legacy I leave will be strong enough, no innocent heart I inspire to excellence enduring enough, that they will not follow behind me in time. I love life and I love everyone who lives it. I love experience. I love the journey. To think there is something that can consume all of that, consume everything I am, everything I ever will be, everything that ever has been and ever will be... No choice, no lesson, no survivors... That thought brings me to tears, keeps me awake at night, so afraid that if I close my eyes I'll never open them again.

I would fight like a cornered animal. I'd cling to anyone and anything. Anything I had left. I'd be pathetic, and I know it. My last words would be discouraging, so I would try not to speak too much.

I don't know. I don't know that anyone ever has. I don't know if it's possible, and I don't know if I'm strong enough if it is possible. I'm weak. I depend on others. Is there anyone who could save me from death? There's so much uncertainty, and it's not a risk I'm willing to take, but it's going to be forced on me and I know it. The anticipation dominates me.

Again, I don't know. I don't pretend I'm certain of what happens. All I want is for something to go on. For that end to beget a new beginning. I want to know it wasn't a waste. If I know that, if I'm aware of it... I'll endure anything. Even Muspelheim is better than Ginnungagap.

 

I'll answer as much that wouldn't get me banned.

The ideal scenario is my partner starting it off, almost spontaneously. I don't see the act as just an activity, it has to be out of love, so it has to be in the middle of a romantic situation. Just a lot of heavy kissing, with me on the bottom. Afterwards, there would be a lot of cuddling and hand holding.

Truth or dare?

 

@Sforzato; Think about a happy future memory. Something that hasn't happened yet, but sometime in the future you'd like to have in your memory bank.

For example, a happy thought for me would be my spouse and I...and our kids...at a private beach house or something, playing with the dog. xD Just a happy memory you hope to have someday. c:

What would it be? Describe in detail.~ ​

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If you have one goal, a simple one, an endgame, what is it? Please describe it and your motivations for achieving it clearly.

Truth. I still need to to do your dare. Remind me tomorrow.

Truth or dare?*

 

If you were to receive a no-strings invitation to a tea party with Hitler, would you accept?

At first: Devoted Christian guy with heart problems.

Now: Devoted Christian guy with a girlfriend. Oh, and with a fondness for awful puns.

ToDttB?

EDIT: Makaze's above me? Gah. Dare.

 

Truth, please.

ToD? ​

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Truth. Too lazy for more dares.

I would. I cannot say that we would both live through the experience, but I would accept the invitation.

I dare you to... Post a thread about the active member you are most attracted to. You must make your attraction known, and the nature of it. I leave the rest up to you.

Not good with dares, and I do not wish to waste a truth.

Truth or dare?*

 

A night in the city. Winter. Going to a concert with lots of friends. A band that's lively and maybe a little gritty, with lesser-known openers. Standing room only. The whole gig is crazy, everyone gets hyped up. By the end we're all raving about our favorite performances of the set, running around and goofing off. On the ride home, we start to chill; the music gets quieter, more restful. We get home; we're all staying at the same place, least for tonight. Maybe a few of us room there together. We play games for a while, old-school stuff that only we like.

The night starts winding down. My lover pulls me away while the others are busy with grudge matches. We settle down in a room not far off, door cracked, a thin beam of light pouring through. We lie in each other's arms, trying to ward off the cold. We talk for a bit about the band, our friends, whatever's on our mind. Maybe I sing to her/him, or we sing together.

Then we stop using words to talk. We use kisses instead. Time slows to a crawl as we take turns loving on each other. Foreplay is long and drawn out, but once we're underway it's wild and passionate. There's nothing in the whole world but her/him and me.

When we finish, the lights are all off. Everyone's asleep but us. We lie entangled for a long time; still no need for words. Finally, we drift off to sleep together.

Scenario end. c:

My endgame is to become the person I'm meant to be. Someone who supports and inspires. Someone who can love and entertain any idea. I want to be connected as much as I can to people, share in and enrich their experiences. I want to empty my mind onto a sheet of paper, then go back out into the world and refill it, and tell every story I can manage. I want to build my own mythologies. I want to have fans I can mess with. I want to be the kind of person I've always looked up to, bring my special charm to the world I've always idolized. I want for myself and others everything that we could ever have.

My motivation? That's like asking the sun why it shines. I'm built this way. Every experience and every trait I've suppressed and every trait I've created and every person I've met has molded me into the person I am. I could make any excuse in the world, try to trace that yearning to some defining moment; but the truth is that I'm just who I am. I know how I feel, even if I have trouble interpreting it sometimes. I get pangs of guilt, and I get chills up my spine, and sometimes my heart skips a beat. I know what it's all for. It's to keep me on the path. I have to find myself, and become all of me. It's as intrinsic to me as the heart beating in my chest. If I did anything else, it wouldn't be right. It wouldn't be me.

Mmk. c:

Truth. Hm... What's your favorite kind of room, and why? Can be from any kind of building. Studio, bedroom, lunch room, bathroom, you name it.

 

ToD below?

 

THIS IS STUPID HOW CAN I REPLY WITHOUT GETTING ANOTHER DARE THIS DOESN'T EVEN WORK THIS GAME IS STUPID IT WORKED SO MUCH BETTER ON VOXLI

Anyway.

You are an average highschool girl. You're not unattractive, but for some reason guys always look over you, unaware of your existence. At first, you don't pay much mind to it, but as your friends get boyfriends/girlfriends and have less and less time for you, you began to get more and more concerned. You could say you ended up being a bit of a recluse, and instead focused on your studies and employment. You are mulling your problems over on your way back from work in the evening when you see something incredibly odd falling from the sky. It almost looks like a meteorite. You didn't pay much attention to it. When you return home to your house (for you live alone; your mother is dead and your father is always away on business trips), you discover in the backyard a crater, with an extremely good looking nude young man lying unconscious amongst wreckage. Concerned for him, for it is a cold winter night, you bring him inside your house and place him in the spare bed with some of your father's clothes. When he wakes up in the morning, he claims to be unable to remember anything. You take pity on him, and allow him to stay with you. In return, he does his utmost to be useful. He has a unbelievable knowledge, to the point where he easily betters some of your professors. Thanks to his help, you race to the top of the class in all subjects, and win scholarships in History and Astronomy. Over the course of a year you grow accustomed to living together, and eventually develop feelings for each other. Without much fuss, you two enter a relationship and begin to sleep together. He is an indulgent boyfriend, and is open about everything he does. The sole issue he refuses to budge on is his being allowed to wash in complete and utter privacy. He refuses to let you even so much as see him wash his hands, let alone bathe with him. You find this odd, but his other qualities far outweighed this single peculiarity, so you let it be, and do not press this issue.

Your life quickly becomes complete; you succeed in school, you hold down a steady job, and you have an ideal boyfriend. You begin to feel a sense of superiority to your friends, as you watch them go from partner to partner, while your relationship only strengthens. You are, however, still human. You make mistakes and errors. You get scared and panic. Once, in the heat of the moment, you give in to spontaneity and forget protection. You plan to buy the morning-after, but you're called into work early the next day, and it slips your mind. You don't remember until a few weeks later, when you find your monthly cycle to be unusually late. You don't want it to be true, and are almost embarrassed that you could make such a simple mistake, so you hide your head in the sand and dodge the issue. The vomiting is just because of an illness, you tell yourself. He is not stupid though, and he catches on quickly. He coaxes out the truth you tried to deny: you are pregnant. He hugs you, and tells you it will be okay. He then gets down on one knee, and proposes. You accept.

The next few months become ones out of a dream, as your future assembles itself before you, and your belly swells. This time of happiness comes to an end when you accidentally walk in on your fiancée as he's in the shower. In a voice you've never heard him use before, he screams at you from behind the shower curtain for you to get out. Scared by his outburst, you try to puzzle out what he's hiding. You try to put it out of your mind, but you cannot. One night, you grind up sleeping pills, and place them in his dinner. He retires to bed shortly after. You sneak in after him with a wet face flannel and old-fashioned lantern. Hesitant, but determined to know the truth, you kneel down beside his sleeping body and stroke his face. He doesn't respond. You lather up the cloth, and begin to delicately wipe his face, wondering what could be so bad. Almost at once, the young, supple skin where you touch begins to flake off. Your eyes widen as you clean more and more, revealing an older, saggier complexion. When you get to his scalp, his fine blond hair comes off in droves, and instead, medium-brown hair begins to form. A feelings of dread fills your baby-filled belly as you realise you recognise the face. Your worst fears are confirmed when you scrub his upper lip, causing the distinctive mustache to materialise. You hold the lantern closer, desperately hoping that there is some mistake, that you are hallucinating, that it isn't real. Your hands shake with the effort, spilling a drop of oil onto your lover's chest. At once his eyes open, their usual colour replaced by one of piercing blue. He sits up and stares at you and the face cloth in your hand. His hands come up to his face, and Adolf Hitler begins to sob.

Through his tears, he tells you the truth. Ever since that first night, his memories had slowly come back to him. He explains how after World War Two, he killed his wife and faked his suicide. He tells you how he evaded the Allies and fled to space, to the dark side of the moon. There, he says, he had assembled a crack team of Nazi scientists. He speaks of how they colonised the moon, and how they progressed under the surface, destroying all traces that they were there. You learn of how they created a way to change appearances, reverse aging and even outlive death. He says that he crashed to Earth as the result of a schism in the community: half wanted to go public and attempt to make amends for actions of decades past. Members of the other faction were strongly against this, insistent that the nations on Earth would not forgive, and would invoke a third world war. The in-fighting grew, and culminated in the pro-exposers forcefully exiling him to Earth, with his artificial form as his only possession.

Tears dried up, he looks away from you and says that his face will have regenerated by morning, and that he will be able to leave first thing, if you wish it. Despairing, he waits for your reply. You place your hand upon your stomach, acutely aware of your unborn child.

What do you do?

I will do it shortly.

 

Bedroom. Because it is home, my own. Virtually anything that I wish to do, I can do it in a bedroom. I can scarcely think of a room that is on par with let alone that I prefer to a bedroom. Bedrooms are perfect for me.

 

@P; WHAAAAAAAT. That's hard. First of all, Adolf Hitler would find me repulsive for obvious reasons. Secondly, I'm pregnant, which is the only reason I think I'd hesitate. Thirdly, HE'D BE SO OLD. I'm just really upset at this question. I'm so mad.

Okay. I don't think I could stay with him, unless he was joking and was really some Hitler look alike, or unless he had completely and utterly changed and I somehow knew that for a fact. It would just be weird. Something I'd have trouble ever coming to terms with, accepting, not so much because of what Hitler did, I guess...I could forgive that. Just...that it's Hitler and that situation would just make me want to die. I would just want to forget about it.

As for the baby, I would keep the baby. Or give it up for adoption. But no, really, I would like to keep it.

Writing a truth for Makaze. ​

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Truth or dare to the below?*

 

Truth.

Truth or dare?*

 

Truth

ToD?

 

I won't be able to do much today, but I'll have a go anyway.

Dare.

Truth or dare?