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Melys ([personal profile] aforethought) wrote in [community profile] therookery2017-08-27 04:09 pm

Crystals | OTA

FORM: Crystals
SENDER: Melys
RECIPIENT: Everyone!
WHAT: IC Would-you-rather
WHEN: Now-ish
WHERE: ~Everywhere~
NOTES: Threadjack like mad, please.

without preamble, ]

So here’s what: You make up two choices. Maybe they’re both shit, or maybe they’re both alright, but you say them — 
then you gotta say which one you’d pick, if you had to.

And maybe why. And then everyone else’s gotta answer too. 
Like this, 

Would you rather not be able t'lie, or only be able to? 


— And no one gives a damn for who you’re fucking or who fucked you over, so don’t go dragging that mess in here or I’ll 
puke on your shoes.

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[personal profile] aventuriere 2017-08-28 05:56 pm (UTC)(link)
Would you rather spend each night fully wrapped in the web of a giant spider, or spend your days with eight legs?
faithlikeaseed: hollow art (pb - endearing)

[personal profile] faithlikeaseed 2017-08-28 09:50 pm (UTC)(link)
Would some of them be spider legs?
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[personal profile] aventuriere 2017-08-28 09:55 pm (UTC)(link)
I'd envisioned them all as spider legs but I'm curious to hear if there's a configuration that alters your decision.
faithlikeaseed: (pb - no this is a good idea)

[personal profile] faithlikeaseed 2017-08-28 10:02 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh, if any number of them can be spider legs, I'm for that one.

Eight of my own legs seems anatomically difficult.
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[personal profile] aventuriere 2017-08-31 05:27 am (UTC)(link)
You would be pleased to have eight spider legs in place of the lower half of your body for the rest of your life?
faithlikeaseed: (pb - pensive)

[personal profile] faithlikeaseed 2017-08-31 05:51 am (UTC)(link)
[..........]

Would I be able to make webs, too?
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[personal profile] aventuriere 2017-08-31 05:26 am (UTC)(link)
There's no way to know. You must go to sleep every night hanging upside down from the ceiling swathed in the sticky netting of uncertainty.