#[ echoing song ] open starter

[ofglories]

"Shh. {Listen.} There's magic flowing through the wind this eve, a sorrowful song. Merrows and other Sea Folk are active tonight." A small smile past the raised finger pressed against the bard's lips.

"Careful to not be enchanted. Their halls are lovely but once you go, you will never return to the lands above the waves."

[ariathemortal]

open starter: wait- isn’t she underage?

You were walking around New York because that’s what a normal person does. You come across a lively club when you heard a familiar voice echo the through the speakers.

You managed to slip by the bodyguard to find Ariadne, up on a stage, in a shiny outfit, singing. In a club.

What do you do?

taglist (lemme know if you want to be added or removed <3)

@demigod-jack-hearth @if-chaos-was-a-boy @chaos-pers0nified @that-girl-cupid @nicoswill2live

@littlemisf0rtune @ocean-struck-boy @offical-wise-girl @nikes-best-son @sleepy-as-a-song

@love-lightning-forethought @princess-of-ogygia @fabulousdaughterofhecate @the-one-and-only-adria @but-y0u-cant-hide

@you-know-you-want-me @your-favorite-sapphic-monster @divine-wine-daughter

[garmundhightower]

Midnight music

Starter with @thefourthstormfloris

Garmund paced the red keep, his footsteps echoed through the dimly lit corridors, their rhythmic beat marking out a restless, repetitive pattern as he walked back and forth. The cover of night had cast its dark veil over the city, but sleep remained elusive for Garmund. Despite the heavy exhaustion that weighed upon him, his mind refused to quieten, his thoughts a chaotic maelstrom that kept sleep at bay. He stalked around, the dim light from the torches casting harsh shadows on the stone walls as he moved restlessly. 

Garmund paused his pacing, his eyes drawn instinctively towards the night sky. The stars glittered in the vast, dark expanse overhead, their countless points of light like tiny pricks of light in the velvety black canvas. They seemed to gaze down upon him coldly, their distant beauty untroubled by the worries of the mortal world. 

Bored out of his mind he wondered if he might catch a glimpse of the ghosts haunting the keep. There was the cruel Maegor, forever wandering the secret passages or the witchlike unfortunate Rhaena and her little daughter Aerea. As he turned the corner, He stiffened as he heard a strain of music. It was faint, like a whisper carried on the wind. He recognized the sound of a piano, the haunting, mournful notes hanging in the air. The music was beautiful, but strange, out of place in the dark night. Could it be a real ghost? thought Garmund cautionusly.

Yet his curiosity got the better of him, and he found himself slowly making his way in the direction of the sound. The music grew louder, the notes taking on a bittersweet lilt that tugged at something deep within his heart. As he approached the place from which the music emanated, the sound washed over him like a wave, filling his senses. their sorrowful charm pulling him closer still. He hesitated for a moment, hand on the door handle, then pushed the door open, revealing the source of the song.

His eyes widened as he recognized the familiar figure hunched over a piano.

[shisui-uchiha-anon]

plotted starter for @kiigan

The local beach guard was so very annoyed and it was visible all over his face. "And what about your missing things? You forgot that happened, or dropped it into the tide. I am not going to waste my time here." The complaint was dismissed and it was natural to be dismissed, things get lost or found or the tide brings them back. Kids hide things in the sand and forget. But few locals were persistent that something with this small beach was not right. Something changed something alien came and stayed.

Sunlight softly danced over his sharp features black eyes shimmering from silver to black and into silver again. Shisui was very careful not to be spotted by anyone. Days were the most dangerous, the beach was full of people but they all were deceived and unaware. Shisui walked among them imitating humans was not that hard. The hardest part he has learned. Walking, feeling legs and skin instead of fins and scales.

Last of his kind, who would ever believe what he is. Humans defeated his kind. No one today believed in sea spirits, sirens, and sea monsters. Yet he lives. He tries his best to behave but loneliness presses hard on him, the call of the sea the sea song is not enough to keep him happy. And even when he didn't want to his cries and sorrow to the ears of mortals felt like an alluring song like a heaven calling them to dip into the arms of eternal peace and happiness.

That human came to meet him again. Song felt like a call of the sea and she felt like a last straw but she was not his. He had no right she was not his, what was he thinking, the outcome could be only his death, yet it was not. It was one more scar on his soul, she was dead. And the shouts of her husband calling her name echoed the darkness that covered the beach.

A flashlight went over Shisu's face startling him. Shisui jumped, startled, and ran, not up the shore, but toward the sea. He could hear the whistle of the bullets as he ran. He ran into the surf, and it cut him across the waist and he dived between the waves, clean and neat, vanished. That man watched Shisui's head surface and then his arms as he stroked for deeper water. Then Shisui dived, and what splashed after him was the curving lines of a tail, like a whale, or a dolphin. He vanished under the waves.

The man who saw Shisui reported this and the death of his wife who was lying on the beach sand all wet her white shirt was colored with traces of red, her blood. To be precise her sides were cut up as if a tiger raked down his claws to open up his meal. It was strange and local people were afraid to go to the beach.

Shisui was still there he had nowhere else to go, he knew he was in trouble, he was not always near the beach. He found a gap in the mountains where the river was coming into the sea. In fact, he was going from the river to the sea. And today when he heard humans an expert would come and rid them of the sea monster. Deep down Shisui felt at peace, soon it would all be over they would end his misery.....

[instantn00ds]

Heathers WIP?

Heyo! Should I be starting a new thing when I have 50 million abandoned projects? Probably not! But I have Spotify Wrapped to thank for this.

Why? Well, dear reader, did you know Cristina Vee (ENG VA Marinette) and Andrew Russell (ENG VA Luka) have a cover of Dead Girl Walking from Heathers together? Because I sure did (thanks to a post here, ironically), to the point where it is in my TOP SONGS OF THE YEAR.

And did you also know I am a Lukanette forever and always? Surprise!

So really, what other choice did I have? I do have a 'fleshed out' plot for this one (loosely), but I'm not 100% sure I'll end up doing anything with it. Truth be told, this is only like...half of the scene I even wanted to write. But that's why they call it a WIP, right? RIGHT???? I just want to go to sleep lol. But that's enough rambling! Hope you enjoy this strange Heathers x Miraculous blurb. Might write more, might not-- never let them know your next move!

“And you’re sure about this one?” Luka asked, shuffling sheet music on a stand next to his bed. 

It wasn’t really like her– the punchy, electric guitar or the vulgar, vengeful lyrics. If he had to choose, Marinette was more of a Legally Blonde or a Mean Girls (and that was pushing it), but definitely not a Heathers. Not that she would make a bad Veronica Sawyer. It was just that he didn’t know if Veronica Sawyer was her style. Marinette never showed that side of herself to him, anyway. 

She smiled, “surprised?” Her eyes were busy scanning papers of her own as she paced up and down the floorboards of Luka’s room. 

“So were the girls when I told them. You should have seen the look on Alix’s face.” 

“That bad?” Luka laughed, beginning to tune his guitar. 

“Let’s just say she didn’t take it as seriously as you are.” She giggled, “No one really did. Not even Alya!” Which was discouraging seeing how it was her idea to begin with. 

She began pacing a little faster. All of her friends had been hesitant, and while it upset her a little, they had doubts like this before. Either way, it was in her nature as an artist to receive critique or wild eyes at ideas she had. And usually, it didn’t bother her. At least, not until… 

“Luka?” 

“Yes, Marinette?” 

“Do you think this is a bad idea?” 

He let go of the instrument slowly from his hands and let it hang off his body. Calmly, he closed his eyes and took a breath, and Marinette’s pace quickened again. Surely, he was trying to find the right words to let her down easy. She didn’t know why the thought of it being him made her heart race. As Ladybug, it felt like she had all the confidence in the world. Shouldn’t that mean she’d have some outside of the mask? 

After what seemed like an eternity, Luka finally opened his eyes. Once again he grabbed the guitar and began fiddling with the pegs. 

“No.” 

Marinette was brought to a sudden halt. That’s it? 

“That’s it,” he echoed. She didn’t realize she had said that part outloud. 

The laugh she let out was a little more manic than intended, “but didn’t you just say..?” 

“I only asked if you were sure,” he grinned, “You added the surprise all by yourself.” 

“Well, that’s because you are, aren’t you? Like Alix? Or Alya? Or Rose? Or Myelen?” or even his own sister, Juleka? 

“No.” he said again, “Not really.” And Luka really could have left it like that, but she kept on staring at him, so he continued talking.  

“Well, for starters, I’ve been in the whole music thing long enough to know the way a person looks or acts doesn’t automatically decide their taste. If anything, I’m surprised Rose said something.” That part was pretty self explanitory, and Marinette laughed. Considering her double life, it was ironic how accurate Luka was. She wondered what kind of music Pairs thought Ladybug listened to– how close was it her own? 

“And secondly, I know you’re not scared of stepping outside of your comfort zone, Marinette. No matter what you decide to do, I’m one-thousand percent sure you’ll give it your all, and you’ll be amazing because of it.” 

A warm flush started crawling up her face, pooling in her cheeks. Luka had said it so casually, so matter of factly, he didn’t even look up from his guitar. His brow furrowed as he worked on the tuning pegs, barely twisting each one  back and forth, concentrating on the noise coming from his guitar as he flicked the corresponding strings. That alone was enough for Marinette’s blush to get a little darker. 

“You really mean that?” she peeped, once again not knowing if it came out of her mouth or stayed in her head. 

Finally, he looked up, “absolutely,” Luka smiled. They were close enough for him to see the red coloring her face and the way her bluebell eyes sparkled from the encouragement. His own cheeks began to pinken at the sight. Before long, both hurriedly looked away. 

Luka cleared his throat, “absolutely,” he repeated through a cough. It made perfect sense why he wasn’t phased. Afterall, Marinette trusted Luka enough to know he was an open minded person, but there was still one question that plagued her.

“Then, why did you ask?” She said, hoping it would distract her beating heart. 

“I just…” and for the first time, she saw him hesitate, “I just want to make sure you’re doing this for the right reasons. Because you want to, not because someone else does, or because it’s something you’re expected to do.”

Or because it was the only way to spend time with a guy who would’t notice her otherwise, she frowned. Being Juleka’s brother meant Luka saw when the girls would push Marinette into schemes and plans she wasn’t thrilled about. Of course he would be cautious now. 

“It’s a heavy song, Marinette. I need to know you’re comfortable.” 

Marinette was pulled from her thoughts, “Thank you, Luka,” she sighed. Who could have guessed she needed that as much as she did? 

“Always,” he replied confidently, “so?” The room was silent before an answer came. 

“Yeah, I’m sure about this one.” 

“Great! Because I’m just about done setting up.” Luka grabbed a thick, black chord and plugged one end into the amp by his bed. The other was jammed into the guitar, a small crack of static letting both know contact was made. After carefully plucking a few notes, the volume was adjusted, and he turned to Marinette.

“Would’t want Officer Roger crashing in, right?” He teased. 

But all of a sudden, Marinette was on edge. 

“Sorry,” Luka grimmaced, “bad joke.” 

She stared right at the floor “No, it’s not that. It’s…we’re really doing this.”

“Looks like it.” 

“As in, right now.”

“That’s the idea.” 

“I, me, Marinette, am going to sing infront of you, musically trained Luka.” 

“So musically trained Luka can help you ace your audition.” 

As was the whole point, Marinette thought. Practice with Luka so he could give her pointers, nail the audition, and get the part so she could spend time with Adrien. That’s when she’d get him to fall in love with her, and after a few years they could get married, adopt a hamster, have three kids named…what again?

Alya walked her through this. It was the plan! It was what she wanted! So why did she feel so unsure? Why did it feel so wrong to her? 

Marinette looked back at Luka. She didn’t want to embarrass herself infront of him. He wouldn’t care, obviously, but there was something about the thought that made her cringe. She shouldn’t care– then why did she? And why did she so much? 

Luka noticed the way her breathing picked up, the way her eyes clouded with anxiety. 

“Hey,” He started gently, “We don’t have to start right away if it makes you feel better.” He said, “I don’t have anything else today.” 

A large hand pressed on her shoulder, which helped settle her down a bit, “I’m all yours.” 

Marinette didn’t have plans either, aside from Luka. That was, as long as her Ladybug duties didn’t call her. They scheduled it out like this in case, though frankly, it was more an excuse to spend more time together. The mini-freak-out was entirely unplanned. 

“Maybe we can talk a while more?” She asked, “I think I’m getting last minute jitters.” 

“Of course,” Luka said coolly, “We can take as much time as we need.” 

“I owe you, Luka.” 

“Ha– jokes on you. I love talking to you, Marinette.” 

And there were about a million things left unsaid between them. They probably should address his confession soon, or maybe go over the logistics considering she was (supposedly) ‘madly in love’ with Adrien. Shockingly, neither of those topics brought her peace of mind. This whole thing was starting to feel like a bad idea. 

“As long as we’re just chatting,” Luka said, “do you mind if I ask another question?” 

“Sure.” 

“There are a ton of other songs to choose from for Veronica, so why Dead Girl Walking?” 

She never mentioned it to him, but Luka was smart enough to know Adrien had something to do with it. That’s why he asked all those questions earlier, about her being comfortable, about what she wanted. But she didn’t choose the song for Adrien. 

“I guess I liked how brash it was.” She answered. 

“Yeah?” 

“Yeah. I mean, everyone sees me as this innocent, sweet, clumsy cinnamon roll. That’s why Alix, Rose, Myelen, Alya, and Juleka were shocked when they heard who I was trying out for, right? I guess I want people to see me as more than that.” 

“Is there something wrong with being seen like that?” He asked. It was nice getting to know more about Marinette, especially when they shared moments like these. 

“No!” Marinette flailed, “I love being nice and sweet! I just don’t want to be stuck in a box for the rest of my life.” Besides, she’d seen enough as Ladybug to confidently say she wasn’t too sheltered anymore.

“Really, you could consider this my Jagged Little Pill.” 

That got a laugh out of Luka who had started noodling little melodies while they spoke. Before long, a familiar song came up, and the two sat quietly listening to the music. That was the last boost Marinette needed, and as he finished, she perked up. 

“Okay.” 

“Ready?” Luka asked. 

“Bring it on.” 

“Then let’s show the world what you’re made of, Alanis.” 

[lcstinthewoods]

“I am no mother, I am no bride, I am KING. I need my golden crown of sorrow, my bloody sword to swing, my empty halls to echo with grand self-mythology. I am no mother, I am no bride, I am KING. But a woman is a changeling, always shifting shape just when you think you have it figured out something new begins to take. What strange claws are these scratching at my skin? I never knew my killer would be coming from within.”

Independent multimuse blog featuring characters from Marvel, DC, Disney, Greek Mythology, Harry Potter, Twilight, Brooklyn Nine-Nine, Lucifer, A Song of Ice and Fire, Grishaverse, many OC’s, and now featuring muses from ACOTAR! Loved by Theo.

RULES. MUSES. OPEN STARTERS.

[boltscutter]

starter.               regina potter and romeo de angelis.

❛ 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔 . ❜ 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚑 but with her lips so close to the mic , it's merrily echoed out across the ( thankfully ) empty field . for the third time she's screwed up the chorus of the same song , as if the words refused to leave her body , and she can't help but feel like shit even if it was just a sound check . this wasn't her . she didn't mess up . yet ever since leaving their hometown , it felt as if reggie had left part of herself behind , to the point where she was beginning to wonder what felix and blue would think if they saw her now . she heard the stage manager call out to them to take a break and squeezed her eyes shut in an effort to shake the uncharacteristic uncertainty from her body , waiting for the footsteps of her friends to eventually fade away . except for one pair . annoyingly . without opening her eyes , she spoke , though it lacked her typical conviction . ❛ please fuck off . ❜

[lencra]

closed starter: @jaehaerysiitargaryen setting: in the chambers of the now comatose alicent hightower some time after the assassination attempt at the tourney.

the moment alicent hightower came running and yelling for her grandson, lenora had felt her heart sink into her stomach. the horse's wild movements and the arrow that buried itself in the red-haired woman seemed like a bolt of mercy at first, but then the maesters declared the dowager queen still lived and mercy seemed lost. she did not know what would happen now, but she knew it would not be anything good. she was quickly proven right as the song started spreading throughout the halls, the whispers of murders in the hightower, of the wrath of king cedric. not even the deserved demise of garland could cheer her up. later in the day, lenora went to visit the old woman who was now comatose after ordering the guards to allow her in. the golden-haired queen bent her head and appeared to pray as the maesters fretted, but all she did was plead with gods she did not believe in to take the life of the dowager queen. all alicent hightower brought with her was trouble and a past tainted with blood. it would be easier, and more merciful, for all of them if she passed peacefully in her sleep.

lenora could find no rest, and she paced the room impatiently, knowing jaehaerys was bound to appear soon. the more she paced, the more she realised that she had forgotten what peace felt like. she had not appreciated how sweet it had been to have days filled with drawing and walks in the garden. those times seemed like a lifetime away, and she had never missed them more than she did now. but before she let herself carried away by daydreams of simpler times, she finally heard the calls for the king echo in the halls outside. she immediately stopped pacing, afraid that it would be seen as disrespectful, and instead bowed her head as the door swung open.

she allowed jaehaerys a moment before speaking, as if she knew what he would ask. "there has been no change in the past hours.” she let the maesters present explain the current state of alicent without saying anything more. she worried most of all what alicent's return would do to jaehaerys if she lived, perhaps even what it would do to him if she died. she worried it would unbalance him further. once the maester was done speaking, she sent the maesters to wait right outside the door to allow them a moment of privacy. lenora only observed for a while before she silently approached her husband sitting by the bedside of his grandmother. she put a gentle hand on his shoulder after a moment of hesitation, not knowing what else to do. for all her skills of peacekeeping, she had never been a great comforter. she didn't even know if that was what he sought. she knew so little of his past. “… did you know?” lenora had thought alicent long gone, and so had most of the realms. but she wondered if jaehaerys had ever suspected his grandmother was still alive and hidden away somewhere. she never knew with the targaryens. their family had to be strangest in all the kingdoms.

[rebelquilled]

❛  i like i here, it's nice.  ❜

six word sentence starters

                     CONTEMPLATIVE SMILE, plump lips stretched unusually long against normally grim expression. harrowed look eased as xayah wandered a few steps about the pool, examining silken waters lap against the edges where vegetation grew greedily seeking respite. the ECHOED rush of the waterfall that fed it was a song beat against the rocks that bordered the hidden ravine, and constant spray of mist to exposed skin felt a refresh against the midday sun. not normally one to appreciate the feeling of wetness, but she would prefer a dip in the swirling waters than continuing to be bathed in heat of summer.

             flowers danced, critters chirped, birds delighted in tune. it was astoundingly g o r g e o u s in a way that was near-sickening to the rebel. preference for night's drapery, the coolness of dusk, she actually felt a dull ache in the forefront of her skull from the brightness of the area. it was exactly rakan, however, and his words didn't surprise her in the slightest. despite the overly boisterous hues of golden, there was a curiosity in what the evening would bring. the peace of the place was worth the wait, and the balance of night and day could make it a chance to recluse... if only temporarily.

   too much to do, so much left. yet rakan had been urging - near begging - for her to take pause if only for a breath or two for countless days. the idea, in that moment, did seem a welcome one. so she took to a path of shade and seated herself, talons tucked beneath. so close to the earth, so close to the m a g i c... how she could feel the energy of it curl over her form, embracing her. comfort and longing and reminding her why she did what she did. xayah's smile remained, and hands even shifted to pull hood down, a rare moment of open display. feathers were carded through by her fingers, loosening the braid and even giving a hum.

                "...yeah, it is. we could stay a night or two if you like." melodic tone that wasn't normally carried; usually so brusque and darkened. this place was everything she yearned for. perhaps it would strengthen tired resolve and invigorate the struggle of continued hope in a rage of chaos.

     attention grazed the area again before landing on him. just as LOVELY, just as warm. she wanted to watch him dance across the area, take a swim, admire. perhaps, if only for a brief stint of time, she could indulge in selfish need. in him. rakan was her fight, was her heart, and everything about why she did what she did. for a night, for two... she could have succeeded. with him.

@charmerquilled

[yulbe]

♡ — if you know about me ;

gotta pick a fight to take up your time. a starter for @bejoomi !

the tapping of her foot echoes around the mostly empty restaurant but yulhee can hardly hear it, so focused that she is on staring at her phone as if she could will the tiny car on her screen to move faster. the driver she had sent for joomi was perfectly capable of arriving on time, yet it wasn’t fast enough for her. of course, nothing truly is enough for her. 

soon enough, the car stops at a private entrance to the bbq place, and the girl opens up instagram to pretend like she wasn’t obsessing over the tracking app all this time. 

“joomi!”, she chirps, practically knocking down the chair to jump towards him. he’s taller than her, but not by much, so with a little bit of tiptoeing she can easily wrap her arms around his neck for a tight embrace. she hopes he is used to her hugs by now. “i missed you! how was the ride here? was the car to your liking? did any of your coaches see you leave the building?”

they take their seats, and yulhee feels the night breeze flowing in. the restaurant doesn’t have many windows to secure its guests’ privacy, and she appreciates that they left the skylights open at least.

“so. how come you’ve been ignoring me all this time, huh~?” she starts unceremoniously, though deep down she assumes joomi would rather at least finish reading the menu before the interrogation session begins. oh well. “i know i was still in suwon, but you didn’t pick up my calls! i was worried about you, you know? and i don’t know many of your friends, so it’s not like i can call them to hear what’s going on with you... you can’t leave me in the dark like that, jung joomi!”

her tone isn’t nearly as harsh as her words might warrant, and that’s because she isn’t truly that upset about it. sure, she missed him (and his singing, and his pretty face, and the attention he gives her), but she knows she’s not the most important person in his life - though yulhee isn’t aware of who exactly takes the crown yet.

“did you find another muse to write songs for? is she cuter than me!?”, she jokes as her shoe clicks against the floor cheerfully. “who do i have to fight now?”

[canary-in-a-vault]

Let's ride into the sunset together, Stirrup to stirrup, side by side~

[Starter for @cooper-howard2296 ]

“Yodeledehoo~ Yodelehehooo~”

The radio echoed from the pip-boy on her arm as the dust kicked up around her feet, dragging through the hot sun of the Valley. Despite the happy tunes, the newfound duo had been silent since they left the observatory. Lucy’s head was clouded with thoughts. About her father, her mother, of Moldaver. Of Shady Sands. The words echo, repeating like a broken record in her mind.

“She stopped being your mother when she left the vault.”

Her feet slow, leaving the Vault Dweller paces behind her new companion, that Ghoul. No matter what or where she went, it always seemed they were destined to walk the same path. Her eyes linger on him. How did he know her father? What did everybody else seem to know plenty about, yet she was in the dark? The radio fades, the announcer speaking about the next song as it begins.

bzzzt

Quiet. She shuts it off. Silence amongst the desert and the setting sun, coloring the duo a light orange in its light. Eyes wide, wet, tired. Her voice finally speaks- it’s first words since the duo had left the Observatory… “We should set up camp. The sun is setting… it’ll be freezing soon…”

Lucy’s hands fiddle absentmindedly with her “new” purple finger, before she seems to snap back into reality, pulling open her map and checking how far they had gone, it hadn’t been far at all. At this point- they’d be reaching New Vegas in two weeks time by foot. A sigh. “We might need to look into transportation. We’re still hundreds of miles away from where my father was headed….”

Speaking of her father… her mind swam with the ever lurking question of how this ghoul knew her father. How he knew Moldaver. Just how long had her father truly been around? She looks to him once more, wiping her eyes and attempting to look focused- and brave.

“There’s a building over there. We should convene, and maybe look for a settlement. Maybe they’ll know a faster way of getting there…”

[burnnouts]

Starter for @maggicktouched for Beck from Anna

How the men had found her was worrying enough, but how they had known what she was--well, that was a different matter entirely. A frightening, terrifying mystery.

Anna never stayed in town for very long. She got in, got what she needed, and was on her merry way again--just a memory in the wind. What she needed was food and supplies, but Anna had always had an eye for shiny things and a difficult time taking only what she needed, when what she wanted was so much more fun. So maybe she pickpocketed a watch here and there that she could sell along the road, and maybe she sang to a poor man in a pub until he bought her pretty jewels and nice dresses. Maybe this time, she'd stayed just a day too long, let the man get too close. Not to her heart, of course--she would never allow that--but to her time, let him stay under her spell a moment too long. How else would her secret have gotten out, the word spread?

She had been working, as she usually did, as a singer in a jazz club. She'd stay for a few weeks, bring in the tips, meet wealthy, well-to-do patrons, and then she'd move on the second the whispers got too prevalent, when people started to wonder how did she bring in such a big crowd every night, and why couldn't they remember where they'd left their pocketbook? So she returned to the room she'd been renting (the inkeeper had so kindly given it to her for free once she'd sang him a short melody), and was packing up her things, when it happened--a piercing pressure on the side of her neck, the room spinning, and then endless blackness.

When Anna next woke, she was tied to a tree in the woods, her head groggy, her eyes adjusting to the dark. Stars glittered above and a group of five men whispered together around a campfire. She picked up snippets of the conversation: they were looking for someone, a woman, someone they couldn't harm. They couldn't find her but needed a way to draw her in.

That was when they realized Anna was awake. The men looked over, smirking, and approached the bound woman. "Is the little mermaid awake?" one jeered. Another crouched in front of her, a knife in hand, and placed it against her throat. "If you want to keep that pretty little voice, you'll sing for us."

It took a great effort not to smile. Oh the little fools, she thought. As a member of the fae world, Anna could not lie, but that did not mean she couldn't stretch the truth, play along. She put on a frightened expression and nodded. And she opened her mouth and sang, her voice filling the clearing and echoing out into the woods, a melody to make the rest of the world go quiet, a song to enchant and bewitch.

And that spell, of course, included the men around her. Anna locked eyes with the man with the knife, her own glowing a bright blue, and he froze. Without a word, he cut the ropes binding her then turned the knife right around so the handle was facing Anna instead. "Thank you, Darling," she purred, taking the weapon. And then she knocked him out with a sharp elbow to the temple.

Anna jumped to her feet, knife held out in front of her. "My, my, you boys should have known better than to play with things you don't understand."

[machinaticns]

𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐨𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐲 - open starter.

crisp  winter  day  ,  the  unexpected  beaming  sunshine  brings  the  early  signs  of  spring  as  it  alights  the  town  square.  pink  and  red  decorations  seem  more  vibrant  ,  smiles  more  genuine  ,  and  children's  laughter  louder.  his  voice  ,  low  timbre  with  the  irish  lilt  he  could  not  explain  ,  had  echoed  for  a  while.  the  melodies  weaving  a  path  through  the  people  like  arrows  ,  or  so  he  hoped.  he  finished  his  last  song  ,  stored  some  of  the  dollars  and  quarters  that  had  been  tossed  into  his  guitar  case  into  his  wallet  ,  before  putting  the  guitar  back  in  its  rightful  place.  for  weeks  now  ,  he  had  been  working  on  a  lyre.  the  old  gift  from  his  half  -  brother  had  ,  as  far  as  he  could  tell  ,  not  traveled  with  him.  the  guitar  ,  though  suitable  ,  was  not  his  instrument  of  choice  and  though  his  skill  came  naturally  ...  he  required  a  replacement.  clasping  the  lid  closed  ,  he  swung  it  over  his  shoulder.  "  you  can  have  it  ,  if  you  want  ,  "  he  said  gently  ,  gesturing  to  the  apple  box  he  had  used  as  a  seat  ,  when  the  crowd  had  dispersed  and  one  person  lingered  behind.  "  it's  not  the  most  comfortable  ,  though.  must  warn  you  there.  "

[blackdirtinthestreet]

💀 ⟦ STARTER ⟧ 💀

Open to: Anyone! Time: Night Location: Small cave on the side of some hill... Yeah

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As nightfall sweeps a blanket of stars over Neverland, most of the boys bundle up in their respective places in the tree. However, very rarely does Bones go to sleep with the others. Some of the boys joke about how Bones seems nocturnal, others must wonder if they sleep at all with how they seem absent at night and busy during the day. It's of no mind to them, though. If anything, they follow along with it all if it means getting a giggle out of someone.

A thin blanket made of patches of animal furs crudely stitched together drapes their shoulders as they walk in the soft breeze, silhouette barely lit the small torch they carry. The gentle sounds of the night soothe them - crickets chirping, lightly rustling leaves, the distant sound of waves crashing against the shoreline, and the dirt crunching beneath their feet.

They had followed this same path for quite a few nights now, it was becoming one of their favourite spots, though that title would always belong to the graveyard. Twin trees tilting right, a stack of rocks with one fallen to the north... All sorts of little things they remembered that lead to here, a small opening on the side of a hill. Pushing aside some vine, they crawl through a tight passage. It gradually opens up to reveal a small water hole. At night, the bioluminescent fauna light up the water, casting the patterns of the swaying water onto the rocky surroundings.

Bones lets out a long sigh as they seat themselves on the edge between stone and water, sliding off their boots to cast their toes into the water. It's cold, bites at their toes, but it makes them feel alive. As their movement creates ripples, the reflections become a show of mystical waves, almost hypnotic.

Wrapping the blanket around themselves a little tighter, Bones watches the stone ceiling, a light musical hum rising out of them. They're not sure where this melody came from... Leading them to believe it must be from their time in the other place. What does it mean that it has stuck with them? They don't remember any lyrics, just the tune. Their soft voice echoes through the cave, into the stone itself, reciting it back to them almost in a harmony. Their brows crease as their voice picks up a little, driven by emotion - forlorn, yearning.

The song always ends the same. It fades out, unfinished. They've never been able to remember how it ends, and they're quite sure they never will.

In their crooning, they failed to detect their audience...

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[fxllen-angxlboy]

open starter —- xx

The crowd was cheering, echos of screams and chanting bounced along the venue walls and the singer couldn’t help but smile wide.

They wanted a encore.

—‘One more song! One more song! One more song!’—

“Time for one more boys..” Angel laughed and did a few stretches with his legs and arms before he rushed back out to the stage. with his band mates.

The crowd roared with excitement. This left the singer pumped up with a large amount of adrenaline. 

“I hear you’re wanting more!!” He shouted into the microphone, causing the uproar to get louder. “Lemme hear you screeeeeam!!”

The singer looked over the different faces that showed through the haze, he couldn’t believe his band had gotten so big but this was what he wanted. “Alright, this last song is a cover of one of my favorites!! It’s a dedication to my wonderful and sexy partner!!”

Angel turned to the other on the side of the stage and gave a wink before he started the song. [ x ]

[lcstinthewoods]

“I am no mother, I am no bride, I am KING. I need my golden crown of sorrow, my bloody sword to swing, my empty halls to echo with grand self-mythology. I am no mother, I am no bride, I am KING. But a woman is a changeling, always shifting shape just when you think you have it figured out something new begins to take. What strange claws are these scratching at my skin? I never knew my killer would be coming from within.”

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