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Food thing: Apples

Send my muse a food you think they’d like.

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      “Ah, the apple. The noble apple.  So many delectable varieties. The beauty of the red delicious! The bitterness of the granny smith!  The sweetness of the yellow delicious and gala and fuji! The bitchy tartness of the pink lady: my favorite!”  

Try + Rose Tyler

Send Try + a muse that you want to see me write! (accepting)

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      “Come on now. Don’t tell me y’ve never heard’ve it.” 

Clad in pink cubic zirconia studded hoodie and wide legged jeans, sporting a toothy smile that is magnetically infectious, is Rose Tyler, “chav extraordinaire.”

Talking to a perfect stranger,  a lonely, homely little old bag lady she’s seen by the flats where she lives the past three consecutive nights.  Hew new friend is probably honing in on sixty, with frizzy salt and pepper waves peeking out of a hand-knit hat, and business casual attire that was once not so threadbare.  

Rose has given the lady an excuse to come inside, and play Mickey’s favorite “don’t tell nobody I play it” game: Dance Dance Revolution.

She clicks on an easy-level song and leaps onto the mat, while mum makes them tea in the squeezed-tight kitchen, making a fool of herself flailing about to the steps of some catchy disco tune.  

The stranger is laughing breathlessly; mission accomplished. 

Okay but how can you be (or call yourself) THE Master of Death when the incarnation of Death exists in your universe, and she obviously should get the title because she’s the one who controls it? I mean, Death controls YOU! Like, literally!

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     “Controlling death, and outsmarting her, are two different things.  Either way, I’m still breathing, and I maintain claim over my title.  The secret is finding the angle from which you can weaponize anything.”