The Cute Cultist
Put one of these in my askbox to see how my Muse reacts. [Part I]


  • "My parents know."
  • "Don’t go."
  • "You’re under arrest."
  • "Just let me die."
  • "I’m pregnant and it’s yours."
  • "Make me."
  • "Kiss me you idiot."
  • "I didn’t do it."
  • "That isn’t mine."
  • "Marry me?"
  • "Truth hurts, don’t it?"
  • "Be mine."
  • "You owe me."
  • "Just relax."
  • "I already regret this."
  • "Where are my clothes?"
  • "You could have killed someone!"
  • "I think I broke it."
  • "Do you love me?"
  • "We need to talk."
  • "Never again."
  • "Do I know you?"
  • "How drunk are you right now?" 
  • "Well that was unexpected." 
  • "Have you ever even done this before?" 
  • "I just want to cuddle."
  • "I can’t even look at you."
  • "What happened to you?"
  • "Don’t you dare."
  • "I missed you."
  • "This stays between us."
  • "I need a hug."
  • "I could kill you!"
  • "Kiss me."
  • "You’re so weird."
  • "Why are you wearing that?"
  • "You coward."
  • "You’re all out of ____."
  • "You. Come. Snuggle. NOW!"


"I suppose…" Usually when he came across a room that’s been locked, he’d attempt to pick the lock, but fail miserably and end up with many broken picks. He usually made up for it by finding other places to scavenge instead. "Let’s just grab what we need then."

The mage flicked her hand, a ball of light appearing to float just behind her shoulder, painting the dark room in a milky-white color as she stepped in. silent steps carried her thought the large room, steam hissing somewhere in teh dark. “Careful about traps. The last thing we need is to have someone get hit with a poisoned dart.”


"Uh huh." He did not want that thought to cross his mind right now, please and thank you. He reached forward for her cup, trying to wiggle it out of her fingers. "Okay, I think someone’s had enough for th’ night." 

She had tried to keep a hold on the cup, but her grip had slipped and she accidentally gave it up. The mage pouted at him. “You get to drink a lot. Why can’t I?” She failed to realize how much of a lightweight she actually was.


"I suppose you had a point," he agreed, a hint of disappointment in his tone. "It just seems such a long walk to the river, and I still fear that we will be seen." Lifting the body slightly higher, he followed Fi’s lead. "I mean I could help by contributing what magicka I have," he offered. "I have learned a fire spell or two. Then of course there is the smell as you mentioned. I have indeed smelled burning flesh and it’s certainly not something that I enjoy."

"This will not take long," she assured. "We will dispose of the corpse and no one will ever know. Our job will be finished." Well, with luck no one would know. Even if someone managed to fish it out of the water, they’d never be able to pin the murder on Enovire.

There was a pause.

"Have you ever done this before?"

halforcsmash replied to your post:SPIT IT OUT!
He was taking a drink as she said it, and sadly the contents of his mouth sprayed across the bar, the waitress, and everyone in a two foot radius. “WHAT?!”

This reaction only made the inebriated woman giggle more. Biting her lip for just a moment, she took another sip from her cup. This was great, why didn’t she do this more often? “Children. Wouldn’t they be so cute? I think they’d be cute.”

spit it out!

She was bracing herself on the door frame, holding her side. There was no visible wound, but some how the pressure made her feel better. Managing shallow, rasping breaths, she looked up to Zana, the only healer she trusted.

"It hurts," she wheezed, "when I breathe."

"You're like, a mage right? Are you any good with Illusion magic?" ((hey hello i hope you dont mind me popping into your inbox ;u; ))

Fienelef looked up from her book, observing the stranger with a calculating gaze. “I am indeed a mage.” The robes should have given that much away. “Alas, I am not an illusion specialist. However, if you need a book on illusion magic, I may be able to assist you in that way.”


Fienelef was giggling for absolutely no reason at all save for the fact that she had downed three -or was it four- glasses of wine. Cheeks flushed, she pushed her hair out of her face and hummed, resting her cheek in her hand.

"You know, Korgul, I want to have your babies.”


Fienelef was blocking the door with her body, arms spread wide to keep him from even thinking she would let him leave. Whiter than the snow, looking absolutely horrified, she spoke.

"Andrius, there is a dragon outside this door and if we go out, it will eat us."

Send ‘SPIT IT OUT!’ and I’ll randomly generate a number. Whatever number it is, my muse will blur it out to you!


It’s gonna be a mixed bag. Go with caution!

Numbers: 1 - 50

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