fuck marry kill

[money]

FUCK, MARRY, KILL

welcome to GAME NIGHT at DEAD MEN TELL NO TALES. the game on the docket? FUCK, MARRY, KILL. the rules are simple: roll the game picker wheel three times or just pick three as you'd like, dropping the names in your header comment — icly we'll say they picked they names out of a hat. people respond, comment around, get into fist fights, kiss a little? thread hop and react as you see fit!
(meme threads can be considered canon!)

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embry moore — new camelot trilogy

[hymen]

Ani, Bucky, me.

[holyposition]

Why do you do this to yourself?

[hymen]

It's a simple question with a simple answer. And before you try it on me, I refuse to answer.

[molloys]

Fuck you, forgot the rest of the question.

[diva, chill.]

[hymen]

I respect when one wants to brag about having good taste.

[internship]

I think it’s against the rules to nominate yourself.

[hymen]

Do you want to hang the rulebook on my door?

[maoa]

Marry Ani, fuck Bucky.

[ staring him down as she sips from her drink. ]

[hymen]

Does Bucky get invited to the wedding?

[sensive]

You didn’t touch the hat. You did not even look at the hat.

[ — with a gesture to said hat, at another table. ]

[hymen]

You know what you didn't do?

private. oops

[restored]

[Sigh.]

So if I say marry, that means I don't get to fuck you again?

🔒↓

[hymen]

If you say marry, that means I'm killing myself and possibly taking you with me.

[homosexuals]

Fuck you, marry you, then I’m pretty sure we’re obligated to kill ourselves.

🔒↓

[hymen]

You don't think you'd enjoy being married to me?

[guinegreer]

You already know what my answer would be.

[ marry him, if he’d let her. fuck bucky, which is equally obvious. (sorry, ani!) ]

[hymen]

You can't marry me, because I'd want you to walk naked down the aisle, and then Vivienne would find a way to put us both in prison.

not here.

[achilles]

( are you trying to pmo )

not here.

[hymen]

[ ]

[spies]

Congratulations on finally getting the popular vote.

[hymen]

You like having friends in high places.

[ above u.... get it.......... ]

[cholesterol]

Kill you, Fuck Ani, Marry Bucky ✌🏻

here & also not here.

[haggle]

( from tables away, ani's nails tap away at the speed of flying bullets. mid-conversation, embry's phone pings once, twice, in warning. )

lip gloss suggestion for the next time you're thinking about putting my name in your mouth

( attached, slowly loading at screechy dial-up speeds: a helpful, instructional picture. )

ps: pity votes from the fucking psychward you're calling a poly-fam don't count
peace

( any reply back pushes up against the same message: YOU CAN NO LONGER RECEIVE OR REPLY TO MESSAGES FROM USER @ 🦋. blocked from her life, blocked from the pink slip, and now blocked from her contact list — the three-step plan for embracing her ✨healing era✨ or whatever the fuck. happy new year. )

[mygoodsir]

I feel you should be married. It might calm you down some.

Bucky unfortunately gets the kill vote.

[endow]

I thought you and your masochism were taking a break. What happened to that? [she's making that up.] Do you learn?