#guest muse: Loreley

[bravelywego]

The others nodded in understanding of Saiphs' explanation. As Edea explained why she came here, Kamiizumi nodded in understanding. "I agree, we should check on DeRosa..."

Nuriel looked toward Loreley. "Can we talk, just the two of us? I'd like to discuss some other plans while you're here..."

Loreley nodded. "Of course, but - what about the Countess...?"

"My godfather's in the library." Tahirah beamed at her. "I'll be fine."

The group (minus Nuriel and Loreley) made their way to the library. Inside, DeRosa had several books open on a table with him just looking between all of them. Kamiizumi wasn't sure what the hell DeRosa had gotten him into, and he looked up at Tahirah.

"What exactly did you make him do while we were gone?"

Tahirah shrugged. "He's very similar to a certain friend of mine - he gets really restless if he doesn't have something super-focus on, so I gave him the task of looking through the entire history of what we know of the dragon people preceding our current events to see if he found anything useful."

The Red Mage gazed up at the group to see Kamiizumi, Tahirah, Edea, and the others, smiling lightly at seeing Kamiizumi. "You got back much sooner than I hoped, and fortunately I'm not dead of boredom~" He tilted his head to the side. "So, did you find DeRogna and kill her yet?"

"No." Kamiizumi stated. "She wasn't at the base that Lena, Nadine and I investigated."

A sigh left DeRosa after. "Hopefully Geist killed her for me if he found her. Maybe he can bring back her head and put it on display for everyone to see!" He then looked between Edea and Kamiizumi. "And the Grand Marshal's here because...?"

"She wanted to help out and the situation increasingly has more ties to Luxendarc."

"Makes sense."

Tahirah chuckled sheepishly. "I'm sure that beheading and displaying the head would strike fear in the enemy. But if we're actually executing her, I'd like to think we can top that somehow."

A strawberry-blonde woman in obvious knight armor approached, dumping three more books on the table. "Found the rest of your books for you, DeRosa. This is all we've got left."

"I hope they have something useful, thank you." DeRosa flipped open one of them, casually looking through the pages.

Tahirah smiled at the knight, then the others. "I'd like to introduce you to knight captain of Melodia Castle, Quinn."

Quinn bowed politely as she faced the group. "Good to meet you..."

[ A Little Fright ]

[bcbliophile]

I’m gonna try and get on tomorrow and do some replies, I’ll also be adding some muses. I’ll be adding a couple guest muse ( Rey Skywalker Lorelei & Rory Gilmore) as well as the Goddess Hebe and maybe a couple others and getting rid of some muses I never use.

[countarganan]

@ribbedxgloves (for Deliaaaaa) (and she can be in her demon form or hiding it, whatever you want XD)

Delia would overhear (and perhaps see) the following conversation:

“Miss Loreley.” Therius stood there, alone with the tavern lady that Nuriel had snuck in a little while ago. “I was wondering—may I accompany you to the engagement ball?”

Loreley could only chuckle softly, looking to him gently. “Someone’s into older women, Sir Therius? Is that why you asked?”

Therius’ face flushed, if only faintly as he shook his head. “I don’t think so, I just meant that perhaps you’d...like some company...”

She smiled, shaking her head. “As much as I am flattered by you asking me, I must decline. However,” Her gaze shifted towards Delia, “perhaps she is available...”

Therius’ gaze snapped towards Delia, green eyes blinking. “A—Miss Delia.” He cleared his throat awkwardly as Loreley pushed him a little towards her. “My apologies, I didn’t realize you were there.”

[bravelywego]

@ribbedxgloves gets a visit to the tavern!

“WAITTTT!!!! Stop, stop the ship! We can rest over at that port’s tavern! I’ve been there before, I know it’s good!”

And so Nuriel led everyone to the tavern after they docked the ship. They were on the way back to Azami’s palace so they would be there in time for the engagement ball celebrating Azami and Sean’s engagement, but it was getting pretty dark and needed a place to land for now. They would finish the journey and get back tomorrow.

Nuriel was the one that opened the doors, before his voice boomed throughout the tavern. And that was saying something, given that the tavern was pretty busy with patrons drinking and chatting with each other.

“Loreley!? Hope you don’t mind me and my companions coming through!”

A woman looked to them, dressed in a long, green skirt, long-sleeved white blouse with a brown bodice. Her blonde hair was tied back, though there were a few bangs tucked behind her ear, out of the way of her face.

“Nuriel? It’s been so long!” She came forwards to greet them, smiling. “I hope you’ve been well?”

“Yeah, I’m good. I see you’re doing well, too—Do you have any rooms? We need a place to stay for the night.”

“You’re in luck. We have four rooms left this evening.”

“Perfect. We’ll take all four, split the rooms amongst ourselves. Oh, and we’ll need meals for tonight and for tomorrow morning.”

“I’ll have my ladies prepare the rooms for you. In the meantime, do feel free to sit, order some drinks and your evening’s meals. Enjoy yourselves, all of you!”

As she went to go inform her workers, Nuriel looked to the others, grinning. “I know her—she owns the place. Came through here and stayed for a bit, once, while she was also working here at the time, and now she’s the tavernkeeper!”

“Really?” Nobutsuna blinked. He’d never really been to a tavern before, so this was new. “That’s interesting. How long ago was this when you knew her?”

“We go pretty far back. Over..twelve years, now? Please, excuse me.” Nuriel quickly went towards the back of the main floor, and Nobutsuna noticed that the ladies (and men) back there were more scantily dressed. Probably the prostitutes, he guessed.

“I knew he was gonna buy them drinks.” Tahirah managed, chuckling. “Nuriel does that every time we stop at a tavern for the night. He buys them all one round of whatever drink they want…”

[mcsesofhope]

@twinfoxtails​

“Oh? Are you a customer?” She hadn’t recognized Eri. An inquisitve look showed on her face as  the new customer walked through the door. “It’s a little bit longer until I open, I’m afraid but, welcome to Mystia’s Izakaya.”

[specialgels]

“Alright, who needs some therapy?”

“... You.” 

“Anyone else?”

“... Well, it all started when I got replicated---”

[sterlingsilverarchive]

“Remember that if you don’t have any dough that you’re not Steven’s Hoe.” She drops the mic and walks out. 

“GO AWAY!” 

[crazyyanderefangirlfan]

Enter the Spider Queen Pt 1

Darkness surrounded the area. The only source of light was an illuminated figure in the center; their hair obscured their face. Even in the dark, no one could make the color of it.

They raised their hand up and snapped their fingers.

Instantly, the area lit up. Revealing a catwalk and the figure to be a woman with wavy blood-red hair that reached to her thighs, she raised her head but kept her eyes closed. She wore a black strapless sweetheart neckline leotard with gold plating on the chest and a diamond on the center; around her waist was a gold double garter belt. On her right leg was a knee-high sock with gold and black ombre and gold platform and black on her right. On her right wrist were a gold cuff bracelet and a gold choker.

Opening her eyes revealed black scleras, amber irises with black slits. She brought the mic to her mouth.

“Are you ready!?”

A thunderous roar of approval was her answer. Behind her, a massive screen with the words “Sinful Night” popped up. The entire area finally lit up, revealing a large crowd. Ranging from regular guests to paparazzi to prominent figures.

Music blasted through the speakers.

“Whew, what a night.” Lorelei groaned, collapsing on the sofa.

“Damn, Amane, the crowd just can’t get enough of you. ”

Amane’s fashion shows are highly watched throughout Twisted Wonderland, and performing in one of them is considered an honor. But she also suspected another reason why it was more packed than usual was because of her.

After all, no one wants to miss THE Lorelei Arachne performing in Amane Mania’s fashion show.

Stretching her arms over her head, she got up and walked over to her bag to find more comfortable clothing. Finally, she fished out a simple shirt and sweatpants. Removing the cute but tight outfit off her body and replacing it with what she found, she grabbed her phone and a bottle of water before she crashed back onto the couch.

Unscrewing the cap, she drank as if she was in the desert with no water for two days. This is what it feels like when you have to perform for 2 hours with 20-minute breaks. She scrolled her phone as she drank, nothing much in magicam, just some random videos of cats and weird shit, though one caught her eye. She removed her lips from the bottle to get a closer look.

It was a selfie of Amane and Lisha, but there were two other individuals. A flaming cat monster and a young brunette with multi-colored eyes.

Is that who she thinks she is?

A knock interrupted her musings.

“Ya in there, bitch?!”

Speak of the devil.

“Yeah, you slut!”

The creaked open revealing Amane, clad in a faded gold corset top with darker gold lining and bow on the center. Two corset straps trail up to his neck creating a choker, and three strands formed a ribbon in his right hip. Underneath is a black bolero jacket with bishop sleeves ending to his elbows, a black micro tulip skirt, black thigh-high heel boots with faded gold ribbons wrapped on top. His hair was fluffed up to look like a pixie bob finished with a small gold barrette. He is accessorized with gold dangle earrings and gold cuffs on his forearms.

Lisha was on his head wearing a sparking violet bow around her neck; on her beak was a small purse. She flew out of his hair and landed on her dressing table. Not before dropping his bag and shifting herself for a good nap.

“How are ya doing?” He asked, quietly closing the door and taking a seat next to her.

“Better now that I drank water.” She scooted a bit to make room and placed her bottle on the coffee table. He glanced at the phone in her hand.

“Whatcha looking at? Another fling?” He teased, sending her a smirk. The woman rolled her eyes.

“No, you hoe. Just a selfie of you and this girl.” She replied, showing him the pic.

“Is this the Valerie you’ve mentioned?”

The incubus peered at the screen, his mouth forming an o shape.

“Yep, that’s her. She’s the only person I know with eyes like that.” He confirmed.

“I’m surprised you took a liking to this girl, let alone provide for her. Just what brought this out of you? It’s so out of character.” The woman interrogated, pressing her lips with a slight frown and narrowing her eyes on him. She made it clear that she wasn’t going to settle for shitty or half-assed answers.

The man helps his hands up in mock surrender. “What? Can’t I reward the person who saved my life?”

“The last time someone saved your life, you just gave them a lifetime 100% off discount for any one of your stores and never talked to them again.

"Okay, okay, you got me.” He ran his fingers through his hair.

Lorelei sat idly, waiting for him to gather his thoughts.

Amane was not the kindest person she knew. Growing up in a toxic environment combined with his parents’ constant infidelity to one another gave Amane a reason to close his heart to others. He hid the pain he grew up with obscene condescending words, work, and brief nights of passion.

Fearing he might hurt or hurt the person he was close to. It was a miracle that she managed to befriend him when they were kids. If not, he would have turned worse, like his father. The thought of it made her internally seethe.

Seth Mania, probably the most wretched incubus she has ever met. The man who wanted to kill her had numerous affairs and ruined marriages, cruel to even demon standards. That man cared nothing but the success of his company. He was at least lenient enough to let Amane take over the fashion part of the family business, but it doesn’t excuse the atrocities he did.

This Valerie must be special to make Amane act like this.

His voice brought her out of her stupor.

“Well, at first, it was because she reminded me of you when you first started being an idol in the real world, ya know? She’s tired, but she can’t complain or do much and just bears it.” He revealed, slumping a bit on the couch.

The redhead frowned at that. She recalled how her first producers forced her into an entirely different image of herself. Unfortunately, she couldn’t do anything since they were the only ones that could take her at the time. So, she conformed to their image.

It. Was. Painful.

She had to play a role of a preppy bubblegum girl wearing annoyingly bright pastel clothes on stage and in public. Every time she did something cutesy, she internally cringed and wanted to die. Now, don’t get her wrong; she doesn’t have anything against people who prefer this; it’s just not her. Lorelei favored rock songs and loved a darker color palette, she was wild and fierce, and her music producers wanted to quell that. She wanted nothing more than to poison those revolting perverted madol hungry old shits.

Thank the ten illustrious princesses, she changed her music company.

“The second reason is hard to explain.” He continued. “I’m not sure why but when I’m near her, I feel warm. Not the kind of warm when I fuck. It’s different; it’s a nice warmth.”

Lorelie blinked at his response. That…was unexpected, she half-heartedly thought he wanted to use her as a model, but she was proved wrong again.

“I want to meet her.” She demanded.

“Eh?”

“You heard me. This Valerie must be extraordinary to bring this side of you even I have never seen before.”

‘I also want to know if she has any ulterior motive or can be trusted.’ She thought.

No matter how nice Amane made her out, she needs to experience this girl first hand.

“Fine, I’ll ask Sugar tits if she’s free this weekend.” He gave a loud whistle, waking the owl up.

Lisha shook herself; before scooping up his purse and flying on the armrest next to him.

Bringing out his phone, he swiped it a few times before pressing it against his face.

“Hey, Sugar tits, what’s up?”

Lorelei watched his face as he listened, humming at whatever she said before speaking.

“That’s great, anyway. I called because Lorelei wanted to meet with you this weekend.”

There was a brief pause. Waiting for the girl to speak again.

“No, this ain’t a joke or prank; I’m serious.” Amane reassured.

Another moment of silence before Amane’s face broke into a smile.

“Great, huh? Yeah, 9 will do, uh-huh bye.” He hung up and kept his phone.

“I’m guessing she agreed, and we’ll meet at 9?” Lorelei surmised.

“Uh-huh, this is actually a good opportunity for me to get that girl new clothes. Seriously, she needs variety.” He stood and stretched his arms over his head. Lisha picked up his purse and landed back on his head.

“Well, I’ll be going home; want a ride?” The midnight-haired man offered, stretching out his hand toward her.

His only answer was her packing her stuff and clasping his hand. As they walked down the hallway, Lorelei could only wonder how the weekend would turn out.

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“Hold still, Sweet potato.” A blonde with violet tips ordered, pressing a lip gloss brush against the brunette’s lips.

“Magnifique work as always Roi du Poison. The Dame des opales looks even more radiant, right Monsieur Cherry Apple?”

“Yes, she does.”

The Pomefoire trio was in the girl’s room helping her get ready, mostly Vil. When she received Amane’s call, she was Vil’s dress-up doll as he received a package of clothes and make-up from a few companies he modeled with. She walked out of the room for silence then came back.

“Who is it, Henchwoman?”

“Oh, it’s just Amane. He said Lorelei wanted to meet with me this weekend.” She answered casually.

Three pairs of eyes stared at her in shock, throwing questions at her. From the time to who will pick her up, she answered calmly, though when the topic of her wardrobe came up. She simply said.

“I’m just gonna wear what I usually wear when I’m going out with the guys.”

Long story short, Vil refused to let her get ready on her own, and now here they are.

She gazed at her reflection. The make-up Vil used highlighted her features perfectly; the white eyeshadow with black mascara and eyeliner made her eyes pop out, a hint of pink blush on her cheeks, and light pink lip gloss.

She wore a white long-sleeve shoulderless shirt with two thin red ribbons below the shoulders, 'Cool Kids’ is written on the center of the shirt in black letters. An inner gray knife-pleated knee-length skirt and a midi black sheer outer skirt with blue, yellow, orange, purple, and pink butterflies scattered around it. Her hair was styled into a waterfall braid, small colorful flowers weaved through her hair replacing her usual pink ribbon. For accessories, Vil placed silver stud flower earrings and a silver daisy necklace; on her feet were a pair of black ankle boots.

Valerie stared in awe. She didn’t look like a potato for once. She did a little twirl before beaming brightly at the model.

“Thank you so much, Vil!” She exclaimed, hugging him tightly.

The man staggered back but regained his footing. Truthfully he expected a hug from her since she was always given affection to those who helped her. But the suddenness of it caught him off-guard. He merely gave her a small smile and patted her head.

“You are meeting an A-listed celebrity Valerie, I wouldn’t want my favorite potato going out all sloppy.”

Rook once again sang praises for Vil and his work, while Epel pouted how close those two were.

“Are you done yet?” A familiar voice complained. Grim was sprawled on the bed, chewing on her pillow.

“Grim no!” She scolded, walking up to him and gently snatching it away.

“But I’m hungryyy.’'He drew out. "Where’s Amane? It’s already 9.”

As soon as those words left his mouth, an unholy screech resounded through the air. They covered their ears, the sound vibrated Ramshackles walls, and numerous things fell.

“What is that!?” Epel yelled.

“I don’t know!” Retorted Grim.

Finally, it stopped.

Slowly, they all uncovered their ears and gathered their bearings. Valerie winced as she rubbed her poor ears. She just hoped she wasn’t deaf.

“Uhh, Valerie?” Epel’s uncertain tone caught her attention, gazing back at the trio; they, including Grim, were at the window. Joining them, she saw a familiar demon riding on top of an owl monster.

A pinged from her caught her attention. Making her way to the bed, grabbing and opening it. A text flashed on the screen.

'i’m here’ - Amane

“Ahh, Monsieur Minuit is here.” Valerie picked up Grim and her black heart-shaped purse from the chair. Not before giving the trio a kiss goodbye on their cheeks

“V-Valerie, wait! T-There’s a monster!” Epel protested but was held back by Vil.

“Don’t worry, that’s Lisha. I witnessed her demon form enough times to be familiar.” Vil reassured.

“Eh!?”

Making her way downstairs, she waved the ghosts goodbye and stepped out of the dorm. Amane was leaning against Lisha, scrolling through his phone.

He wore a white scoop neck shirt; under it was an aviator jacket, gray denim jeans, and tawny brown chukka shoes. On top of his head were aviator sunglasses with a bronze frame and a brown cross-body bag. Upon closer inspection, he had silver dog tags around his neck. Hearing footsteps, the man glanced up; he perked once he saw her and promptly put his phone away.

“Looking good, Sugar tits.” He nodded in approval of her outfit. He hopped on Lisha’s back and extended his hand to Valerie, which she took.

“Thanks, though Vil did most of the work.” She replied, getting herself comfortable and securing Grim in her arms.

“Alright, hold on tight and try not to puke.” The incubus announced, holding on to the feathers.

“Wait? What do you mea-AAAN!” A portal opened up from the ground, and Lisha dove right in before she could finish her sentence.

Closing her eyes, Valerie had to hug Amane tightly while making sure Grim didn’t fall off. The poor cat monster was screaming his head off, digging claws around Valerie’s waist, but she didn’t mind since she experienced worse pain than that. She could feel the wind on her face. They’re either high up or at a windy place.

“Y'all can open your eyes; stop screaming you fat shit.” Amane instructed.

Doing what he said, the girl couldn’t help but gasp.

They were overlooking a city that was a mixture of historical and modern, ancient buildings, high-rise towers, and plenty of other things that reminded her of a town she knew.

“Welcome to Moda, one of the fashion capitals in Twisted Wonderland and my hometown.”

Amane patted the strix’s back, and she flew to a wider albeit less populated area. The people below pointed at them, some taking out their phones for pictures. They finally landed, and they all took notice of Valerie. Though calm on the outside, she was internally shrinking on the inside; this kind of attention is different back in Night Raven.

At least back at school; she knows why they stare at her, but this? It made her nervous. It reminded her of how people stare at her back home.

Grim, however, loved it. Grim escaped Valerie’s hold and stood on top of her head, waving his arms and shouting.

“It is me! The Great Grim! Thank you for coming my future minio-!” He was promptly lifted by the scruff of his neck.

He angrily swiveled his head to who dared to do such a thing (besides his henchmen). He froze; pupils were wide, and his fur was standing.

Lisha glared down at him, eyes glowing in annoyance. The owl monster dropped him back to Valerie’s arms before turning into her miniature form and flew on Amane’s shoulder.

“Come on, let’s not keep Lory waiting.” He grabbed her hand and guided her down the street.

[thedesignatedvillainesses]

“So, Loreley, Ingrid—why? Why hide yourself from me all this time?”

“Because I wasn’t sure. I was scared, back then...and you and I had just met at the time. I wasn’t sure if I could trust you, but...hiding who I was from you...wasn’t right, either. I’m sorry.”

“But now that you’ve told me—I’m glad you did. And I understand your situation. Is there...any way I can help you?”

“The two of us talking this out is...it’s helping. And thank you, for this.”

[wxtaru]

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ᴛʜᴇ ᴅʀᴀɢᴏɴ ᴍᴀsᴛᴇʀ 👑 self

ʙʟᴇssᴇᴅ ᴅʀᴀɢᴏɴ ᴜsᴇʀ ♛ Clair

sʜᴇᴇʀ ᴄᴏʟᴅ 🌨 Lorelei

ғɪssᴜʀᴇ 👊 Bruno

ɢᴜɪʟʟᴏᴛɪɴᴇ 🥀 Agatha

ᴇᴍʙᴀʀɢᴏ 🗡️ Karen

ᴇxᴛʀᴀsᴇɴsᴏʀʏ 👁️ Will

ᴘᴏɪsᴏɴ ᴊᴀʙ 💀 Koga

ᴅᴇsᴛɪɴʏ ʙᴏɴᴅ 📿 Morty

ᴛʜᴇʏ’ʀᴇ ᴠɪʀᴛᴜᴀʟʟʏ ɪɴᴅᴇsᴛʀᴜᴄᴛɪʙʟᴇ 🐉 Team

ᴇʟɪᴛᴇ ғᴏᴜʀ ʟᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ʟᴀɴᴄᴇ ▸ RBGYFRLG verse

ᴄʜᴀᴍᴘɪᴏɴ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ɪɴᴅɪɢᴏ ᴘʟᴀᴛᴇᴀᴜ ▸ HGSSC verse

ʙᴏᴡ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜɪɢʜɴᴇss ▸ mainverse

sᴏᴀʀɪɴɢ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛʜᴇ sᴋɪᴇs ｡･ﾟﾟ･ Hoenn

sᴏᴀʀɪɴɢ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛʜᴇ sᴋɪᴇs ｡･ﾟﾟ･ Sinnoh

sᴏᴀʀɪɴɢ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛʜᴇ sᴋɪᴇs ｡･ﾟﾟ･ Unova

sᴏᴀʀɪɴɢ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛʜᴇ sᴋɪᴇs ｡･ﾟﾟ･ Kalos

sᴏᴀʀɪɴɢ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛʜᴇ sᴋɪᴇs ｡･ﾟﾟ･ Alola

sᴏᴀʀɪɴɢ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛʜᴇ sᴋɪᴇs ｡･ﾟﾟ･ Kanjoh

🐉 Aesthetic

🔥 Musing

ʜᴏᴍᴇᴛᴏᴡɴ ⛩ Blackthorn city

ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴍʏᴛʜs ᴇxɪsᴛ 🏯 Johto league

sᴄɪᴇɴᴄᴇ's ᴛʀɪᴜᴍᴘʜ 🏙 Kanto league

Guest muse l Agatha

Guest muse l Blaine

Guest muse l Morty

Guest muse l Pryce

Guest muse l Barry

Guest muse l Palmer

Guest muse l Drake

[adeadlysong]

The others gave their greetings, and listened to all the explanations.

Luciano almost fumbled the key but caught it, and then nodded. "Okay...picture a room in the Countess' home...got it." He took a deep breath, shutting his eyes.

Loreley sucked in a breath. "I cannot go with you, but - because it seems like you'll need it - " She passed a few more bottles of various wines and beers to Lena and the others. "On the house. And as thanks for assisting me. Though, do keep me updated on what happens?"

Luciano winked at her, giving her a grin. "Don't worry, Loreley, we will. Thanks for your help."

"Hope to see you again," Fiore quipped, grinning at Loreley before Maria sighed.

"Alright, playboy, let's go."

"Since we're all heading back, I'll see you back at the castle." Starling's eyes flashed, before her presence vanished from Rafaele. Rafaele leaned forward in his seat, holding his head in his hands, before he straightened himself and moved to stand.

"Let's go." Rafaele sounded a little tired, but fine, as he rubbed at his eyes with one hand.

Luciano turned the key in the door and opened it...when opened, if the party stepped through, they would end up in Melodia Castle's Great Hall.

[ Lena Patches Up Sukumara ]

[kxkuko]

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[guyanthonydemarco]

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Small Publisher Series: WolfSinger Publications

Wolfsinger Publications

This is another Colorado publisher, albeit a micro press. WolfSinger puts out several unique anthologies every year, and sometimes I write a story for them just because the anthology concept excites my muse. They respond to questions quickly and actually do thorough edits.

My story, “Grubstake”, appears in Supernatural Colorado, and a story I’ve sent in to their Love ‘Em, Shoot ‘Em anthology was accepted. They sometimes have guest editors, so it’s nice to work with new folks in a familiar environment. Although this press has a token payment and royalty setup, I can report that I actually do receive royalty statements as promised, which can be a rarity with the token-payment or royalty-only presses. They do offer discounted copies for contributors, so if you go to conventions and sell copies of books you are in, this is a way you can bring in extra funds.

Another benefit of WolfSinger is they also publish a couple of fascinating eZines (The Lorelei Signal and Sorcerous Signals). I’ve been published in The Lorelei Signal, and they also put out a compilation in ebook format. Both can add to your bibliography and are token payment markets.

[eqpse]

                                            (SIDE CHARACTER PROFILE)::KINGVERSE CHILD.                      PRINCESS LORELEI VÖR DUFOUR-DAHLSTROM

       Aliases: too many to account for. Common ones:             [ Detective de Les Flots ] [ The Cannibal Witch ]        Occupation: Princess | Keeper of the Royal Archives         of Kalos | Part-Time librarian of the Royal Library of Kalos |         ‘Detective’ | Kingdom of Kalos Elite Four member        Age: 10~        Height:4′ 3″        Weight: 85~lbs        Skin: Pale, freckled        Eyes: Blue-Gray        Hair: Light Ash Blonde        Species: Humanoid creation        MBTI: INTP         Temperament: choleric        Notable traits: wears (non prescription) over-sized glasses | Lacks pupils.        Type preference: GHOST Type.        Team: Mismagius(f) | Meowstic(m) | Clamperl(m) | Frosslass(f)        Little aesth playlist:        i. FRAGRANT WATER SPRAY        ii. BIRTH OF A NEW WITCH        iii. FISHY AROMA        iv. THE WITCH WHO SINGS TO THE RED MOON        Personality:           ( VIVIDLY IMAGINITIVE ): A life surrounded with millions of worlds printed upon pages allows a child to grow and succumb to these fantasies. She often takes on a whole world and brings it to hers. A main muse being a seasoned detective to solve simple problems and larger problems, from why the servant was 2.5 seconds later at bringing the breakfast tea that usual to the intentions and goals of an unsuspecting guest to the castle. Many strangers recall her mysterious arrivals and speech.            ( INTROVERTED ): Even with practicing her lines to become the next Sherlock, she enjoys most of her time in her wheelie chair ( way to big for her little frame, may this be said) before a library desk. With The Archives as her haven, none can disturb her.            ( LOGICAL ): Facts are more valuable in situations to this left-brained little girl. She excels in her MATHS for this very reason, using numbers and logic to make decisions.            ( OBSERVANT ): A true detective values the skills of a keen eye. She practices this day in & day out and finds entertainment in honing it on those around her. Her intuition is stupendous from being so fact -driven.        Background:         i. Born and raised as royalty with a comfortable life & three mattress bed, Lorelei was the first child born to her universe’s kingdom’s royal family. The events were controversial as her existence was never mentioned to public eye until much later into her childhood, where even then there seemed to have been struggle to even come to the conclusion to address she was a true person. None of public knew what exactly was the meaning of hiding her until the age of 5, and speculation rose over this.          ii. Despite an appearance of a sickly and soulless being, she is as functional as any carefree child. She has honed much, including knowledge and life. Her level of education is absolutely surpassing average, and she is capable of independently learning lessons without help of a tutor. She enjoys literature, and is provided the luxury of a ‘personal’ library to satisfy her hungers.       iii. She adapted very easily to the twisted lifestyle of cannibalism, enjoying to ignorant company, by playing with their minds before supper with a battle of wits, and by the meal the was provided hours later. Lorelei had been taught that this was fine for their ranks as royalty, and it is in fact a delicacy when properly prepared.    

[pkmnsdarkqueen]

Examples:

@thedemongunman is @kingofdarkfire I just thought the first account really liked pokemon, and was like,"I don't know the anime this person is from but I mean thanks for the support, and I'll keep an eye out for when I can return the favor." Then you put it in your bio, and it all made sense. X3

@komala-scientist is @hcneybug Ok I only just learned about this yesterday when it was mentioned in Elsa's post and like I don't know how I missed that.

@sterlingsilverchampion is @floralfiness THIS ONE TOOK WAAAAY TOOOO LONG TO NOTICE! XD I literally didn't catch on until you made the Lorelei account and had her guest muse on the other two, and I was like,"Huh that's-WAIT!"

(Slow clap cause I was well fooled by my own ability to be unobservant.)

Finding out a mun of a muse you thread with alot is also the mun of a muse you’ve only watched from afar

And like suddenly so many things make sense!

[mcsesofhope]

“You know, If I prayed to Our Lord enough, do you think, I’d be great enough to have a concert?”