Truth or DARE!!!!!

If you're talking about what I think you are, technically yes.

Um... let's go with a question I asked Makaze earlier.
If you were required to have a purely physical relationship with a KHV member, who would you choose? Also, why?

 

You changed it.

I don't know what I like best about myself. My imagination maybe. I don't care much for myself.

Writing up that truth.​

 

I think this is mine, right? Whatever, **** it.

I'll save the youngest mother****er in KHV cause Im nice like that.

I'd throw Mak out the window. I think it'd be heroic of me, saving him like that.

I would sacrifice Misty to save Amaury.


@Dark Traitor - Man, I've never met any of these members irl etc.

I'd choose Anniexo. I like em somewhat older.

T or D below meeeeeeeeeee

 

@Daxa;

You've recently moved to a new town and a new city. You are in your sophomore year of high school, and are transferring into the school in town, nearby the home you're living in now. You're a bit awkward, and while you can make friends, you would rather float on without them. You know that you move away often and don't want to make friends just to have to leave them. Every day, instead of sitting in the lunch room or a classroom to eat your lunch, you travel outside and sit on the bench placed by the south entrance. You can see the field that the baseball players hang out and play on.

That's the first time you see him. Tall and handsome, athletic and dedicated. Sometimes you can overhear his conversations, as he sits on the benches with his team mates and friends after playing for a bit. Days, weeks and then months go by. You learn a lot about him. His name, [#1] and age. You find out he lives in the apartments by your house, and that he walks home after practice every day. He's also apart of the school's calligraphy club.

Sometimes you hear him talk about his abusive father [#2], and his desire to save his mother and little sister from all of the pain he's putting them through. You find out he's working at a grocery store down the street, across from a small cafe you go to often.

You decide to visit him at the store he works at one day after school. You buy some things [#3] and head to the check out counter he's working at. As he bags your things and asks about your day, you stutter and shyly claim to recognize him. He looks you in the eyes and tells you the school he goes to. Blushing, you tell him you go there too. He mentions that he doesn't recognize you, and you murmur that you should properly introduce yourself someday.

The next few days you spend approaching him at school. You wave to each other in the halls, and you say 'hello' when you see him after school. He learns your name, and starts to call you by it. You couldn't be happier. Not only is he acknowledging your existence, but he's beginning to treat you like a friend. Granted, a friend you never wanted, but still a friend. You let him know you live right across the street from him, and claim you have a club to go to as well--on the same days he does.

You don't, of course. You just sit in the girls bathroom until he gets out of club and you meet him at the front of the school. You two start walking home together every day.

One night, you get a knock at your bedroom window. You see him and rush to open it asking if everything is alright. He's trembling, and crawls into your room, sitting on your bedroom floor and venting about his father. How angry he is. How much he hates him, and what he does to his mother and sister. He claims he heard his sister screaming and protesting in the middle of the night against his drunk father's advances. He says he can't take it anymore and the police won't do anything because no one has any proof, and his mother and sister won't budge. His father doesn't lay a hand on him.

As the night goes on, he opens up to you about everything. His past, his family, his aspirations, his fears. Soon, your on the floor with him, hanging on every word and desperate to help.

His face turns,

your neck tilts,

your lips touch,

and your heart soars.


You are in love. Utterly. You're not sure how it happened, you're not sure when, but you can feel it. It aches within you, spinning your thoughts and pumping blood through your body like never before. The only thing that can take you from this heaven, this comfort, and this world of bliss are his next words;

"Help me, Daxa...Help me kill him."

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1; What is his name? Active KHV member only.

2; Who is his father? Active KHV member only.

3; What would you buy at the store?

4; What would you do? You're in love with this boy and you can tell all he wants is to save his family. Would you help him? Would you call the police on him if he claims he'd do it anyway? Would you help him get away with it? Would you call him a sick freak and throw him out of your window? Lolol, what would you do?
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Truth or dare bbys?

 

HI HERE I AM WHAT'D I MISS

Twoof.

ToD next taker*

 

Truth.

How do you feel? In detail.

Truth or dare?

 

Name one thing you dislike about each of the fandoms you are a part of and why.

And truth I guess. o:

ToD next post.

 

A little better from the beginning of the day, that's for sure.

But to be more specific, I suppose I feel a little upset and frustrated. But listening to some music and talking with some friends are helping to lift my spirits.

EDIT: Truth, bro.

 

What outcome do you fear most, and why do you fear it?

Truth or dare?

 

Truth please.

Truth or dare?

 

Truth.

Truth or dare?

 

Spoiler: Condition.

Truth or dare to the below?​

 

Truth.

Don't you still have one from me, or did I miss your response? ...Eh, whatever.

What's your favorite color? Your favorite shade/hue of that color? The color you think best compliments your favorite?

I'm not really a part of any "fandoms;" either that, or I am a part of too many to name. But I know why you asked so here's my answer.

The people who write within the trollverse (or HSverse in general {or any 'verse really}) while blatantly disregarding the, yes, binding rules dictated by canon, or blatantly disregard the characters' personalities (as opposed to amplifying, interpreting, or parodying them). The mechanics are what they are for a reason. If you break a rule, wittingly or no, it is not authentic. If you feel the need to break a rule, you might as well go the whole nine yards and write something original. If that's too much work, you have underestimated writing, gtfo. My profession is not a party trick, and I'll kindly thank the better half of the world to stop treating it like one.

The "you" above being a generic omni-referential "you," of course; to my knowledge, you (Plums) have made no such faux pas.

And honestly that can apply to nearly anything I could remotely consider myself a "fan" of (and most things I absolutely wouldn't)

T o D next taker*

 

What outcome do you want most? Why do you want it? What would you do to achieve it?

Truth.

Truth or dare...

Which one was it? Maybe I missed it.

Blue. Dark blue, like a night sky blue. Black and white complement it.

Truth or dare?

 

The prospect of being alone for the rest of life...and beyond, honestly. I am friends with people yes, and I do have some who are close, but for some reason there is a wall that has formed which will not let people get through to a deeper bond with me. It may be because i am afraid of people getting too close, or a result of failed attempts to get into a relationship; I am not sure. But the idea of just being by myself forever like that is just utterly frightening.

ToD to below poster.

 

I don't like this question. I believe a certain someone told me not to think about the future.

But if I had to choose something for this question, I would say an outcome that I, personally, would be most happy in, regardless of the feelings of those around me. Time to be a little more selfish.

@Britishism

A cello player you are, you love music, it's been your lifelong passion for as long as you can remember. It makes you happy and it makes those around you happy.

Suddenly, your dear mother gets sick. To be frank, you don't have the best relationship with your mom and have barely spoken a word to her since you moved away. Hell, you barely talked to her when you lived with her. But she gets sick, and that's deathly sick, I mean. There is a cure for what she has, but it is incredibly expensive and your family can't afford to pay it.

But your cello . . . Your cello is very expensive too, worth a lot of money, just enough to pay for the cure your mother needs.

So you're presented with this choice: Sell your cello to pay for your mother's illness or continue your passion for music and let your mother die. Which do you choose and why?

 

... I'm sorry.

 

If you could spend a day as anyone in the world, who would it be and why?

ToD to next post.

And in case someone posts before me
truth.

 

Truth.

Truth or dare?