#hey little songbird. | ooc

[wildwestwandering]

wildwestwandering is an open. selective cowboy themed oc and canon rp blog written by Forrest (He/It, 21). here is the link to my character list. this blogs fandoms are red dead redemption and billy the kid. a study in Weathered leather, cracked but well-loved, The weight of a revolver resting at the hip—always ready, but never the first to draw, Eyes that have seen death but still hope for a better tomorrow.

[jonahmagnus-research]

16

Number 16 is Hey Little Songbird, from the original (rather than Broadway) cast of Hadestown.

YouTube link.

This one is... well, Maxwell's voice is somewhat similar to the voice of Hades's actor. (And on an unrelated note, and also a little bit of a morbid note... I sort of would like a nice soft place to land.)

[kingofthe-egirls]

STRANDED: EUSTASS "CAPTAIN" KID x Y/N

collab with the "sunflower supernovas" ;)

special dedication to @stargirldelight since eustass is her official sweetheart 😈

(cw: stranded on a deserted island, she shows up with a gun but safety is on, reader is scarred along her face, she's stranded as well, sex, creampie, someone sees them after sex)

(a/n: i've never written for eustass before! i hope yall like him lol sorry if he's ooc, i haven't seen much of him besides wano hehe)

Songs: "Hey Little Songbird" from Hadestown (except she's Hades)

words: 2.1k

There’s no metal on this island.

Not even underground.

I huff, still standing on the beach where I washed up. Where’s Killer?

And, more importantly, where the fuck is my ship?

****

I start by scouting the coast.

It’s rocky, barely even sand, more like sharp shells and smooth pebbles. My boots crunch over the gravelly shore as I scan the horizon, eyes squinting against the brilliant sunlight. It’s like this island is somehow closer to the sun than the rest of the planet. I smirk; must be somewhere in the middle, then.

Seagulls call overhead, and I shield my eyes with my mechanic’s arm: no ship in sight. No News Coo, either.

Well, shit.

Something snaps the brush behind me, several feet off from the coast. I swirl, cape swinging soaked and heavy from my aching shoulders. I shrug it off, letting it slop to the ground with a disgusting squelch. It smells like seaweed, and the salty ocean still clinging to its fur is draining my soul. I grimace; I liked that cape.

Snaps come again, and I focus on the higher ground of the forest’s edge to see a girl stepping out. She’s wearing a tattered nightdress, slashes through the middle and the sleeves are all but torn off. She’s pretty.

She’s holding a gun.

“Stay back!” She commands, shaking where she stands, and I laugh. Can’t help it—the tiny thing is a cub that thinks it’s a tigress. I slap my mechanic’s arm across my knee, finally getting some reprieve from my marooner’s misfortune.

“Sorry,” I say, spreading my chapped lips in a sloppy grin. My lipstick feels dry and cracked, and it sort of splits my bottom lip as I smile. I cough, suddenly, the seaweed and saltwater still getting to me.

“Oh!” She cries, dropping the gun and rushing toward me. She’d left the safety on, the shit-for-brains.

“Ya weren’t holding that right,” I say, before coughing up a mouthful of seawater. “Safety’s still on, too.”

She frowns, but stays close enough to hover over me. “S-sorry,” she says, fluttering small hands over my ribs, my waist. I want to buck her off—to wave her away and ask for help with finding my ship, but she smells like flowers so I let her stay.

“What’s your name?” I ask, hoarse. She has strong arms, and sharp eyes. Her collarbones jut out like raw-cut diamonds. She frowns at my midsection, her face coming up to only my sternum. She’s short.

“Y/n,” she speaks plainly.

“Sweet name,” I say, and then brush her off finally. She seems like a castaway, just like me. “Stranded?”

“Mm,” she nods, standing farther back with her arms crossed. Her hair is wet. “How bout you?”

“Same,” I say, before stepping around her to continue scouting the coast. There has to be a sign, somewhere, of what the fuck happened to my ship. I slink off two metal gears, spinning them around my head as I step over broken shells. She sucks in a breath, and I turn.

“So you’re a power user,” she says, stepping along after me. Her feet are bare, and the shells must hurt. She winces, slightly, but I don’t stop her.

“Isn’t it obvious?” I sneer again, strides covering more ground than three of hers: she has to jog to keep up.

She scrunches her nose.

“Sorry,” she steps on a particularly sharp stone, and stops. I sigh, holding out my metal arm. She stares, but I don’t move, so she steps closer. Her silhouette is barely covered by the shredded remnants of her cotton nightdress.

I slide my arm around her, hoisting her atop my metal shoulder like a parrot. She sits, awkwardly at first. She scrunches her nose again—a sign of displeasure, and I stop. “What, metal seat’s not so comfy? Ya got a sensitive ass, or somethin’?”

She snorts.

“Sorry,” she says again, so I shift her around to the other side. Her weight is warm, and surprisingly comfortable. “What’s your story?”

So I tell her.

****

We scout as far as we can before the sun starts to set. She says she has a camp set up in the middle of the woods, but it’s too far to get to before nightfall. So, we start gathering firewood while I rearrange my metallic supplies to make a sort of lean-to for shelter. Not my most elegant work, but shit still gets the job done. She returns with an armful of sandy driftwood.

She has sand in her hair.

She flicks the tangled strands across her shoulder, struggling to focus on the flint in her hands with the messy curls getting in her way.

“Here,” I say, tossing her a small metal washer. She stares at it, silent. I roll my eyes, but crouch behind her to run her curls through the eye of the metal nut. She shivers, goosebumps starting to form along her exposed skin. “Cold?” I ask, before thunking down heavily on the other side of the campfire.

She strikes at the flint, sparks catching on the fluffy twigs she found in the forest. She blows smoothly on the sparks, and soon enough the rest of the wood is catching. I’m surprised: fire-starting isn’t so easy, for most people.

“Surprised?” She asks, flames reflected in her sharp eyes. I shake my head, but she snorts. She’s crouching in front of the fire, on a sheet of metal so her feet don’t hurt. “Survival skills are actually something I’m good at,” she sniffs, smoke filling the air between us. “I was my ship’s forager, for a while. Scouting out into the wilderness, seeing if there’s treasure.” She seems proud of her journeys.

“Was?”

She scrunches her nose to the side again, her lips twisting sourly. “Since they left me here as a fucking castaway, yeah. Was.”

“Sorry,” I say, legs splayed out in front of me. She shakes her head.

“S’not your fault.”

She speaks with bitterness, like she’s chewing on lemon slices.

A wolf's howl calls out from the wilderness. She flinches, and I don’t. I scruff a hand through my still-wet hair. I wish I wasn't shivering, still recovering from the seaweed and saltwater. “So, how long have you been here?”

She stares at me with haunted eyes. “Three years.”

“Shit,” I say, staring back at her with a revised admiration. She shrugs.

“News Coo doesn’t come here,” she sprinkles dried pine needles on the fire, and the orange sparks flare. “So there’s no way to send a message, unless you can find a cork and a bottle.”

“Have you?”

“Nope.”

I swallow, shifting in the sandy beach. Shells and stones crackle under me. The fire smells like turpentine: the pine sending curls of fragrant smoke up into the sky. “Smoke signals?”

She smiles.

“Sure, if you like wasting time.”

She’s strong, like me.

She reminds me of my friend, so long ago, who I named my ship after. I want her to see my ship. I want to see her on my ship. She tilts her sandy head, scars crisscrossing under her eyes. Claw marks, probably from the wolves we heard howl in the distance. I lick my lips; she mimics my movement, but slowly. She looks like a shark, analyzing her soon-to-be prey. 

I cock my head, “You’re coming home with me." My throat is dry and cracked like the lipstick on my face. We need fresh water, and soon. She flicks her dark eyes up to me, alight with something not unlike starvation. It sends chills down my spine, despite the campfire’s heat. I smirk, slow and shitty like Killer always hates. “I have a ship and crew, I dunno where they are, but they’ll find us. And we could use a survivor like you.”

She shrugs. “Sure, if your ship magically shows up, I’ll start working for you.”

I scruff a hand through my hair, swirling nerves in my belly for the first time in a while. I see something feral inside her, shining like the sharp edge of a knife’s blade.

I was wrong:

She is a tigress.

****

She’s straddling me, my chest bare as she scrabbles with my belt buckle. She’s feral for sure, starving for intimacy and lucky me: I washed up just in time.

She scratches sharp fingers over my torso, cracked and dirty nails leaving red marks along my skin. She sniffs deeply, leaning forward to bury her face in my stomach. She's drinking in my skin, my scent, my sneering lips as she leans up to steal another sloppy kiss from me. She pulls back, smears of red lipstick scarlet and pretty along her scarred face. She's fucking hot as hell.

And she's pulling down my pants, boxers and all, and straddling me again to start sinking slowly onto my cock raw. She's feral, hissing through her clenched teeth as my aching hardness stretches her out. She's warm, and velvety soft. I grip her hips, hissing as we both feel the splitting pleasure of the first second of sex. She's scrunching her eyebrows, and I stroke her hip bones beneath her dress. They're sharper than they should be.

Yeah, I'm definitely taking her home with me.

She starts riding me slowly, lowering herself all the way down to the base of my cock. She takes the barrel swiftly, starting to speed up. "Fuck," I groan, sparks shooting through me as she grips me tighter. Her pussy's so fucking sweet, sucking me up all sloppy as she slams her hips down into mine. I stroke her lower back as it arches, shushing her as she starts to whimper on my length. "Sweetheart," I say, and she glimmers down at me with feral eyes. Like gleaming embers. Her hair is messy, having come undone from the makeshift metal ribbon.

"Sweetheart?" She mimics, as sarcastic as can be. I snicker, and start bucking up into her from below. She's scrabbling at my collarbones, suddenly bowed forward as she shivers with an orgasm. "Shit–," she whispers, "S'good, shit!"

I start fucking her recklessly now, swelling inside her as I get closer to my own climax. Shivers are running up and down my spine, the shells and sea glass crunching beneath my movements. She's smaller than me, and I don't want to snap her in half, but…

With her strangled cries and squeezing pussy, it's all I wanna do.

So she takes it, as hard and fast as she can, and she slurs swear words into the skin of my neck. She bites the skin, breaking it as she slurps at my pulse point. Shit, she likes it rough.

"S-slow down, sweetheart," I say, squeezing my hand between us so I can thumb at her clit. She hisses, teeth bared, as she pushes up from my chest to arch her hips how she likes.

I send her over another sweet climax, and she's sighing and slowing down.

"How's that?" I ask, squeezing her waist in both hands. My thrusts are stuttered now, sparks in my blood, as the white edge of an orgasm creeps through the edges of my vision. She nods, teeth sunk into her lower lip, and I cum.

Shit, shit shit shi–

"Holy shit–," I grunt, eyes squeezing shut as I pump her full of sperm. She gasps, stilling under my bruising touch, and I hope there won't be that many marks on her already scarred body.

Someone calls from offshore.

"Fuck!" She screams, scrambling off of me and backwards through the shells. She stares at the ocean, and I groggily see the sharp teeth of the ship I call home. Killer is standing on the prow, waving with his scythes overhead. She stands, straightening her tattered nightdress, and I follow suit. Squirming, she glances at me, and I smirk as I see spunk trickling down her calf and ankle onto shells and pebbles. I shove my softening cock back into my trousers, and buckle my belt. She's laughing now, shaking her head with her hands on her cheeks.

She stares at me.

"Welcome aboard, sweetheart."

She rolls her eyes, and I smirk.

"Scout y/n, at your service," she salutes, and I laugh out loud. She snickers, knocking her shoulder into mine as we start walking to meet the ship.

She's gonna look so good standing on that fucking prow.

"Oh," she turns to me, eyes blazing, "I still have stuff at my campsite. Telescopes, survival kits. Sake," she raises an eyebrow, and I feel my lips crack as my smirk widens.

"Y'know what, sweetheart?" I grab her hand, and squeeze it tight. She matches my grip strength, and I stumble. She laughs, a deep belly laugh that sends sparks down my spine. I shake my head, smiling, "You're gonna fit right in."

[invis-here]

ok so, Hey, Little Songbird from the Hadestown musical but it's ranchers. What do we think?

Yes, the fact that Eurydice is called a canary made my brain jump to our beloved cubitos immediately, bc ofc it did

Tango as the big, bad redstone business mogul; aesthetically I'm thinking sth along the lines of his Create skin: elegant, elaborate, rich.

Jimmy as the poor, young man, enthralled by Tango, bc Scott is unable to provide for him. The cottage may be pretty but it is barren and you can't just live off of beauty alone.

Yes, I amaware I'm leaning waaay ooc, but what are the cubitos if not glorified ocs in a lot of stories we tell :P

[stuckinmyweb]

OOC: Hey y'all! This is going on my pinned post as well, but idk how many people who are already on here will read it, so I figured that I would put it here as well.

So...it turns out that having people call you a bitch every other day, dealing complex ethics and morality, and the constant hopeless cycle of killing more people than you save would have a negative effect on your mental health! You woulda thunk/j

This is a kinda long-winded way of saying that I'm going to be scaling this blog back for the sake of my mental health. With some exceptions (Nea, the Pieps (tm), Starlit Songbird, and any other events I think will be fun), this will mostly be a "ask Webby your questions, and she answers" blog.

Please don't get offended if I don't answer your ask, or if I suddenly stop answering a thread. It's nothing personal, I promise.

I am gonna make an OC blog though where (hopefully) the tormenting can continue a little more fun lol.

[songbird-sunrise]

Ooc: Hmm you don’t have to answer this publicly it can just sit in your ask box or something else I don’t mind.

I havent actually been following songbird!wilbur for a significant amount of time, really, the impact was being friends and sometimes friends of friends of people who were running the anonverse and bedrock verse. I feel like I’m overstating my connection, I’m often just following bloggers who are friends with the rp ers, and they are some of the most passionate people they’re totally insane and I love being witness to it

hell, I only started following a couple of months ago, and I didn’t even see whatever meat of conflict that has happened. I’ve just watched it unfold on my dash whatever’s been happening. I don’t think I’ve even sent in an ask.

so that’s to say, I have such a lack of connection to this story, no complex history, no deep understanding, which makes it so much more impressive that the little parts I’ve seen are so emotionally beautiful to me. Even just like the blog header. I’ve been hearing about this story for so long that part of it is the thrill when I do figure out something that’s happened

but more of it? Maybe even most of it? Is because of how much dedication and soul has gone into this story. There is a reason that so many people are passionate, there is a reason that some days I see more fanart of songbird on the dash than like cwjlbur or ccwilbur combined. Because you have made something exquisite with this story and what an honour right? To bear witness to it, even this late, even this far behind.

I think the message, the little scraps of it that my colander brain (system lol) can pick up and I think the message of that. Getting better. Finding community and trust. Finding yourself. I think it’s wonderful.

(What’s embarrassing is that i am for all intents and purposes a fake fan </3 not caught up on any lore I just stare at your header and feel Emotions, so all of this could be entirely 10000% wrong which is why it’s a bit of a like… maybe don’t publish it but perhaps I deserve public punishment for being a clown on anon and sharing emotions)

so yeah uhh you’re amazing I love your rp character and I hope to one day be one of the people posting about them when a particularly cool thing happens. I thank you and applaud you for the amount of work that you have put into this story. Good job. Happy new year to you and happy new year to songbird!wilbur too.

what an exquisite thing I get to see, what could I feel other than honour.

-rib

OOC: Ohhhh my god. oh wow. oh holy shit. this is like the sweetest thing I've ever gotten wtf

usually I don't get very sentimental on here ooc but hey. I'll do it for today

it's been a bit rough writing on songbird-sunrise lately. Nothing I write feels good, and it all feels like such a chore most days. But hearing that you, someone who only recently got involved, loves this silly little character I've made so much absolutely warms my heart. It reminds me of why I do this in the first place

songbird-sunrise is, in a way, my love letter to the dreamsmp and c!wilbur. I know you said your analysis on songbird's themes was probably wrong, but you're actually completely right. We want to show the messy, complicated, hard, and beautiful parts of healing and finding yourself. And the fact that it's conveyed to you without even seeing everything is just. fucking amazing. it's nice to have a direct reminder that I'm actually good at what I love to do for lack of better words

all this to say, thank you. thank you for sending this ask, and thank all of you out there. Whether you're an old fan, a new fan, someone who sends a lot of asks, someone who likes to lurk, someone who makes art, analyses, all of you. thank you, and I promise that there are still some big things planned. The journey of healing is never over, and really, songbird!Wilbur is just beginning :)

-holly and wilbur

[pxppinmolly-archived]

i knew i was forgetting tags

[signedfate]

this scene of disney hades has the same energy as hadestown hades’ “he’s some kind of poet and he’s penniless / he’ll write you a poem when the power’s out”

[flightofaqrow]

Briar x Qrow

grade the ship ** accepting

DSKJLFDLKJ you come into this house and make me face my self indulgence? ( You can find Briar over at @hopeandharmonizing )

  A: I love it

Wanna know the silly thing???? I MADE her for him, and yet after developing Briar into her own person, watching qrow grow on his own lately, Robyn filling a lot of the gaps in canon that were meant to be Briar’s own storyline....... it’s actually dropped from OTP to just something I still really like to play with. 

qrow deserves good things and those things come wrapped in the form of Briar. A hardass hottie with an arguably equal tragic past that has taught her to roll with the punches. Yes, she has a semblance that is capable of negating Misfortune. Yes, he has a semblance that actually lets her be close to someone and make hers be a good feeling for a change, but only for as long as what gives them both a breather. It’s going to wear off eventually as she calibrates, and if they over rely on that, they’re going to pay the price. It was never meant to be a cure-all. I digress, she’s faced loss and danger her whole life and the only thing Misfortune could possibly take away from her that she wouldn’t be able to recover from is qrow himself. that security does help him feel wanted and safe and allows him to open up and negates a lot of his common excuses to cut and run.

they help each other heal, they help each other grow. Briar is rooted in her past but it keeps her from being her biggest influence on the world. qrow runs from his past into the rest of the world. she can teach him to slow down and find himself again at a time he’s ready for it and needs it, he can reach out a hand to keep her from falling into a rut of comfort and to extend her voice. 

he has all the edginess she loves and is needed to handle her own and keep them sharp, she has all the softness qrow never got to have before wrapped in a pretty picture and pretty words and sounds to soothe a very tired, angry soul. they’re both rebels and caretakers and teachers and a little bit on the fringes and that’s okay. they can do it together. because at their core, togetherness is what they both fight for. qrow is someone who wants to find a place to belong, and Briar is someone who lost her place to belong and is perpetually trying to create a new one around her. they both have a deep seated loneliness which recognizes itself in the other, and it makes it worth the terrifying ordeal of being known to reach out. (see what I mean about Robyn ending up running with that theme instead?)

they approach their meetings as a hit-and-run because it’s fun and hot and easy, and they can, and then both get hit real hard and real fast with a whirlwind romance while the world is ending and there’s just so much passion which turns into a fight to find themselves and be themselves and then be themselves as a pair, until it simmers into burning embers that can really, really last.

this went all over the place because i have too many feelings, but thank you for humoring me my friend, <3

[cquackity]

hey this might be a weird ask or not idk but do u have any tntduo fic recs where they don't end up absolutely miserable or straight up dead? like i know they're not exactly healthy but sometimes a dude just wants to see them fall in love y'know

not a weird ask at all!! like thank fuck an ask about tntduo i could not ask for more😭❤️ BUT to be honest with you i don't read/enjoy a lot of tntduo centric fics unless they're directly recommended to me. ones i have read i just still wouldn't recommend for what you're looking for. ☹️ so unfortunately i'm not the best person to ask. i just find that a lot of tntduo fics write one or both of them very very ooc. or really weirdly oversexualize them. so i actually am an avid tommy-centric fic reader instead! 💀💀 been reading some bedrock bros shit lately. i'm so sorry anon i wish i could be of more help. if anyone has actually good tntduo fic recommendations i'd like to hear them too. i'm sure my mutuals have some diamonds in the ruff. feel free to shoot some my way!

i will however shamelessly plug my own my own ongoing project. if you want tntduo with over seven months worth of slow burn, character development, and build up to something healthier between them, i recommend checking out things i've done with holly @re-bi-vebur on @casinoroyale and @songbird-sunrise! casino's wilbur tag is #i don't want you to be alone down there (songbird sunrise). i know it can be a little weird to navigate tumblr rp blogs and we haven't finished the google doc with links to all of their threads (it's in progress. i promise), but i'm really proud of how far that project has come. and a good amount of people who don't even like tntduo enjoy our portrayal of them. so i think that has to say something :]

[sloppy-butcher]

Can I get some hcs for Freddy x reader who have like very love/hate reltionship? Like they annoy eachother constantly but still seek each others company. Thanks!

This is the first time I have ever tried writing for Freddy and to be honest, I am quite nervous I did him wrong. Please forgive any ooc characterizations i may accidentally give him - i tried my hardest to make him accurate to the 80’s version (yes, this one will be based on old freddy not the new one (2010 remake), hope that it okay <3) i also hope that you don’t mind if i make the reader a killer as i am only comfortable writing for freddy when the power dynamics are equal

Thank you for the request and i hope these are good enough for you 

Headcanons for The Nightmare (Freddy Krueger) with a Killer!S/O who have a Love/Hate relationship

When you are an obedient little dog, when you kill mercilessly and the Entity grows fat from your bountiful supply of food, the spider-god showers you with rewards. Most forms of these appreciations take a physical appearance (new and terrifying outfits to adorn during your daily workouts or new weapons for you to play with). But there were some gifts that were intangible, and otherworldly and oh so irresistible to you - dreams. The Entity lets you sleep if you do well in trials and sometimes even offers you sweet, beautiful dreams. They were indulging at first, so totally vivid in their detail and color that you could almost lose yourself completely in their daydreams. It was a spider web most wonderfully and intricately made. A labyrinth of the mind. But it did not take you long to notice the spider lurking in the corners of his creation.

You spotted him often hiding under the shadow of trees, just standing there in the corner of your eye - one look and he would vanish without a trace. You would have thought nothing of the strange occurrence had it had only happened once and in only dreams. During your walks in between realms, you’d spot the man through the treeline. He was unmistakable in his silhouette and in the way his eyes glowed a horrid orange. You did not fear him however, he was no worse a monster than you were. Rather you were annoyed by his presence in both reality and dreams. 

You bend down and pick up a rock, turning it over in your hands testing its weight and size. “Hey!” You shout at the man who halted his retreat into the dark, night wood at the sound of your voice. “Stay out of my fucking dreams, asshole!” You throw the rock at him, narrowly missing him and instead, striking a tree.

“Such a temper.” A hoarse voice coos from somewhere behind and you spin around to meet it. It was him, moving faster and quicker than air and appearing next to you, closer than ever before. You got your first good look at him. His skin was a sore pink leather and he smelled like smoke. “Trust me, sweetheart, I would if I could. Your dreams,” He takes out a hand covered in razor-sharp knives and mockingly strokes the hair out your face, “, are so boring.” You snatch his hand away from your face, barely noticing the sting of blades in your soft palm and the trickle of warm blood down your forearm. You did not grimace, did not cower, and did not back down. He grins at your defiant expression. “And here I thought you’d thank me for giving you the chance to live in such a wonderful world. I’m hurt,” He feigns agony, his free hand placed sorrowfully on his chest, “, good work always goes unappreciated.”

You scoff and show your teeth. “I would prefer nightmares if it meant I wouldn’t get to see you.” The man laughed and flexed his knife-fingers, fresh blood oozing out your wound.  

“Oh babe, you and me both. I don’t like this babysitter gig anymore than you do.” He leans closer grinning with his horrible yellow fangs, the scent of a recent kill seeping off his tongue. “I prefer nightmares anyway.” 

“You look like a nightmare.” You spit into his face, finally letting go of his weapon and glaring at him. He laughs again.

“You are a feisty one. I think you and I are going to get along fabulously.”

Of course, he did not heed your warning for that very same night you saw him again in your dreams. Though now, he made it a point, not to hideaway. He approached you and actively talked to you, following you around your dream like a resistant plague. He commented on your shit reality, on all the things you could have wanted to dream of, and yet you only wanted to be in an empty field at the brink of dawn. He shakes his head and degrades your poor taste with even more snarky comments. You knew you couldn’t do anything to him while in his dream but in the physical world - well, that is a completely different story. 

If he was going to bother you while you slept like a buzzing mosquito, you decided to bother him when you were awake. In the real world he was much less intimidating, that aura of cosmic power that bubbled around him while in a dream state, was not present in the night air and you smirked at his weakness. You mentioned his height, asking how anyone could be scared of such a small man. He’d lash out, swinging at you with both his blades and his harsh tongue.  He was easy to toil, easy to wind up but a task to deal with. Freddy could take a punch to his pride and deal out damage times 10. 1 mean-spirited remark deserves 10 more. 

Freddy thrived on this back and forth. Ordinarily, he would turn his nose up at the idea of bickering with another killer - sure, some of them were fun, simple minds with which to bend and manipulate in dreams but most were already so twisted in their own self-delusions that well, he just didn’t find them all that interesting. But your mind was sharp and quick, built in the skull of a hardened murder professional yet dainty enough to still yearn for the sunlight world of goodness. A perfect balance. It had been a very long time since last Freddy had had a conversation of equals - a real conversation where the table was not shifted in the favor of either one. If he said something that crossed a boundary or hit a nerve (a task he sought out to do almost every night) you would turn on him, shoot daggers at him with the sole intent of murdering his little ass. Sure, it never really scared him but there was no denying that in a way, to spare with an equal really turned him on. To be challenged. 

There were times when he would become too much. Like the static on a dead radio station, he would drone on and on about a certain topic he knew would heat your blood. Always poking his stick deeper and deeper into the bear until you’d bite. Luckily it was quite simple to turn him off - just don’t sleep. You never really needed to rest in the Fog anyway, tiredness never made its claim over your bones even after a long day at work. Sleep was merely a reward, after all, a gift that could be refused if so desired. If time could be recorded within the Entity’s world, then the longest you had gone without sleep, and without seeing that little creep, would have been 2 months. He had really pissed you off when in a dream he produced a small songbird and made you watch as he melted its skin off - all for sport. A sight that did not necessarily make your skin crawl but one that irked you. It was always a game with him, a competition to see who would break first and try to strangle the other. And, to be dead honest, it was starting to annoy you more than anything he could say or do. So you stopped seeing him, stopped dreaming, and stopped seeking him out in the woods. You were tired of always trying to be bested and frankly, his childishness was wearing you thin.

But there was no denying that in that quiet that ate up the space where Freddy used to stand, a strange loneliness would grow incredibly heavy and dreadful. You missed his rather repulsive company, his witty and sharp tongue always keeping you on edge and on your toes. There was no way you could stop your head from turning around to look for him, seeking out his small frame among the dark wood. It was lonely without the flies, silent and decaying slowly.

For the life of him, Freddy tried to move on. He had never tied himself to one person before, never allowed himself to latch on to anyone save for his favorite little toys. But with you it was different. It was fun to annoy you, it was fun to torment you in dreams. It was even fun when you reeled at him, hackles raised threatening to kill. It was exciting, it reminded him of the joy of being powerful and alive (in a sense). And when you never took his bullshit sitting down, when you'd raise to meet his call, oh how it set fire to his heart. To be challenged. He could feel himself wither away, the interest that you had sharpened only seemed to dull and break off in your absence. He’d hate to admit it, but he missed you. Missed your noise and missed that sweet dream of yours.

Both of you are too prideful to confess to the other that you were lonely. But when, one day, you find yourself dreaming a familiar vision, that built-up residue of solitude melted and you turned to face Freddy eagerly.

“Did you really think you could not sleep forever?” He crossed his arms over his gloating chest, a snake tongue flickering victories in between teeth. “I always get my prey.” You smirk, not surprised in the slightest by his rather rude welcome back. You look around at the grassy field surrounding you both shining a brilliant emerald, the sun feeling warm on your back, and the fresh, clean air carrying with it the scent of spring flowers. 

“Aw, you missed me, Frederick?” You tease him with his unused full name, casting a devilish side-eye to the dream-demon. You see a flicker of panic, alerting you that you had hit the nail on the head before he spits and loudly proclaims,

“Don’t be so far up your own ass!” His golden eyes gleamed pure hatred at you. “It's not a hat.” You laugh at the face of the fuming man, knowing that despite how his actions appeared malicious and distasteful, there was no feasible way to deny that the dream he had made for you was spectacular and expressed something deeper than just surface-level annoyance. 

[lovesick-flowers]

LF RP: Valentyne Hyskaris

The Basics ––––

• NAME:  Valentyne Hyskaris        

• AGE: 30

• RACE: Rava Viera

• GENDER: Female

• SEXUALITY: Pansexual

• MARITAL STATUS: Single.

• SERVER: Balmung

Physical Appearance ––––

• HAIR: Long thick pastel pink hair cascades in waves to her hips. The layers in the hair makes it seem much more thick than it actually is. It is commonly worn in one of three ways. 

The top between her ears is swept behind into a half updo, the pieces that frame her face are tied midway down with some kind of ribbon or jewelry.

All the way down, or tied up completely in a messy bun

• EYES: One eye of a deep rose color, the other like a warm pool of honey

• HEIGHT:  5′8 (Short for a Viera)

• BUILD: Toned and athletic. She can be seen in the mornings and evenings doing yoga or running, she works hard to keep her body fit and attractive.

• DISTINGUISHING MARKS: Her face and tops of her shoulders are dotted with small faint freckles, scars can be seen on her back in the form of small raised white lines, the scars aren’t big or too noticeable unless you happen to be staring at her backside.

She has two facial tattoos one under each eye, markings of her tribe that she had abandoned.

• COMMON ACCESSORIES: She has her chocobo full of bags for her clothes and shoes, as well as her guitar.

On her person she carries her small sword, a bag of candies that she is usually munching on, if she is traveling between cities she dresses very comfortably, having little to no jewelry on. If she is in a city, she tries to dress in a more glamorous style, her dusty and worn leather boots are traded for a beautiful pair of heels, her shorts and baggy shirt are replaced by a lightweight and beautiful gown. She enjoys body chains and gold. Lots of gold.

Personal ––––

• PROFESSION: Traveler, Merc work with @mountainfists, dancing with @mythraltia and/or @moonlight-mix. She also sings and plays music as well as odd jobs or petty theft if she sees pretty things that she just cant afford and can’t live without. Shes not above most things if it’ll earn her Gil.

• HOBBIES: Gardening, cooking, sun bathing, shopping and eating ice cream, candy, pastries

• LANGUAGES: Eorzean

• RESIDENCE: N/A She frerquents Ul’dah and it is one of her favorite places she has ever been, but she doesn’t live there. She usually ends up crashing at a friends house, or renting a room at a inn

• BIRTHPLACE:  Golmore Jungle

• PATRON DEITY: Nymeia

• FEARS: Dying alone, ending up betraying her family for nothing, not finding true happiness, letting the people close to her down

Relationships –––-

• SPOUSE: None

• CHILDREN: None

• PARENTS:  Mother is alive in Golmore Jungle, Father is unknown

• SIBLINGS: Unknown (Im down for plotting with other Viera)

• OTHER RELATIVES: None

• PETS: None, but she loves animals and makes friends with the strays in whatever place shes visiting

Traits ––––

• extroverted / introverted / in between

• disorganized / organized / in between

• close minded / open-minded / in between

• calm / anxious / in between

• disagreeable / agreeable / in between

• cautious / reckless / in between

• patient / impatient / in between

• outspoken / reserved / in between

• leader / follower / in between

• empathetic / unemphatic / in between

• optimistic /  pessimistic / in between

• traditional / modern / in between

• hard-working / lazy / in between

• cultured / un-cultured / in between

• loyal / disloyal / in between

• faithful / unfaithful / in between

Additional information ––––

• SMOKING HABIT: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

• DRUGS: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

• ALCOHOL: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

Possible Hooks ––––

Sweet tooth: Any bakery or candy shoppe will have had an encounter with the short half standing eared Viera, she will often seek out this place before the Inn.

Traveler: These big cities are nothing like the jungle she used to call home, wide eyed and walking in circles she is probably lost. If only someone could help her find her way.

Songbird: With her guitar in hand she can easily be heard on the corner of a busy street. Her songs are a mix of things she’s heard, traditional Viera songs, or ones she has made up. Don’t you worry, her tin cup for receiving Gil is never too far away from the sweet sound of her voice.

Mercenary work: While small, she is agile, and can always call upon her giant Roegadyn friend if any muscle is needed. Her talents better suit sneaking around, spying, infiltration, thievery or really anything besides direct combat. Although you could probably tempt her with a large sum of Gil. 

(( @mountainfists for mention))

Frequent exercise: Yoga in the morning as she basks in the suns first rays, and running in the evenings she is often seen doing some kind of physical activity. She can contort her body into all kinds of shapes and is makes running look easy. Maybe she could teach you her flexible ways, or could use a running buddy.

Dancer: In dimly lit taverns she can be seen twirling around in beautiful bright colored dresses. The sweat off her body seems to glitter as she spins.

Ooc info ––––

OHKAY, due to her frequent nsfw tumblr im not comfortable with people under the age of 18 following or interacting with me, and while she is a very flirtatious, promiscuous charcater I am not comfortable with mindless erp or smut. In order to write that kinda stuff there needs to be a reason and we have to have talked oocly.

that being said, Hey hi hello! Im super friendly so please feel free to dm me if you want to do some RP with Val. I like discord RP more than tumblr because its easier for me to find threads on discord, but it doesn’t really matter to me. 

My schedule is pretty busy most days, so in game RP is rare for me right now, but my work schedule will be switching up soon so I should be on more around prime time.

Message me on here for my discord

All asks and follows back will come from my main tumblr @draenei-tales

What rp are you looking for?

I am looking for friendships, rivalry, angst, conflict, new friends, long term rp where Val can count on yours and vice versa.

Im open to most themes, if you’re wondering its probably best to just message me and we can talk about what you’re looking for and see if we can work out something great together

Posted on 8/17

[heavensarch]

hey, little songbird —— would your muse easily fall for someone’s kind facade?

hey , little songbird —— would your muse easily fall for someone’s kind facade ?

    yes and no .  it would depend on the circumstance definitely .  sophitia is quite the glass half-full type of person , always trying to find the good in others , so she is more willing to help anyone in need or steer them towards the path of good .  due to the blessing bestowed upon her by the gods and her own altruistic nature , she can detect the malevolence within another’s soul and knows when to be wary , but she can also sense when there is still good in another person .  we’ve established this with our threads with sophie and raphael and the former finding a kindred spirit with the latter due to their similar situations .  and sophie has a lot of empathy , but sometimes this can be a benefit or a detriment to herself .  it’s telling that she’s capable of pitying something like tira , for example , aka someone who has never been kind to her and who has spent the majority of her game appearances antagonising sophie and trying to kidnap her children yes i’m completely ignoring the light novel where  a presumably dying sophie asks tira to take pyrrha somewhere safe because that was dumb and ooc and obviously that didn’t end well , but it’s clear that when sophie believes azola’s manipulations that pyrrha will die if soul edge is destroyed , regardless if whether it is the truth or lies or how azola is spinning it , sophitia’s maternal instincts and desperation are kicking in and she has to believe in what azola is saying because she can’t take any chances with her children’s lives at stake .

𝕍 ⚔ 𝕊 @malfestcd

[etani-a]

I've been following you for a while and I've always wanted to ask how exactly performance rps go? I rp on my server but we don't have performer characters and I've wanted to try, but I don't know exactly how to go about it.

hey!

It really depends! I personally only perform at events; sometimes specific performer-based events (like the cabarets, people come just to see characters perform - and it has an MC to announce performers, an intermission, and a bar serving drinks), or other events like galas, dinners, or clubs!

I pre-write all of my performances in advance, and make sure that everything written fits comfortably within the text limits of the chat box ahead of time. I’ll always make an ooc note to link the song that Tani will be performing before he enters the stage and before the performance starts so that anyone who wishes to listen can follow the link and get a feel for the sound and the melody.

Most performers will use /yell both so that everyone in the venue can hear/read the performance, but also to differentiate their text from the general flow of attendees, to make them easier to notice. Some people use macros, but I don’t - and I’m absolutely the wrong person to ask when it comes to advice on macros. I copy and paste everything because I’m terrified lmao..

If there’s an event that you go to, or that you host - you could always set aside a certain slot of time for your character to perform, or ask the event runner if they’d be willing to host a performance. All you really need is a raised stage or a cleared section of flooring to place your character in, and you’re set! I’m sure that you’re not the only one who is looking to perform! Balmung has a bustling performance community, and there’s new faces all the time.

Find some music that you think suits your character and their style of performing (or write one of your own!! @sonataofsteel was always my favourite to watch for her amazing self-written stuff! Same with @savothesewercat !), and write it out like a piece of prose. When performing, I like to include a lot of audience interaction (and you can use to target/insert names into your prose, so that all you need to do is select them in game), and dance emotes like /thavdance and /songbird! Spell effects work as well to keep things flashy!

There’s a lot of different approaches to performance rp to take. There’s people who beautifully time their emotes and lyrics up with music, and people (like me!) who write longer form text for their performances. I’ve seen buskers performing in Ul’dah, and they always do seem to attract a little crowd, and bards selling songs for a few pieces of gil, too.

It can happen however you’d like for it to, and whatever makes you the most comfortable. It’s normal to feel uncertain and hesitant at first. I was terrified the first few times I did performances, but I’m definitely glad that I pushed through. If nothing else, I’d suggest attending some events (if you can) on Mateus or Balmung to see how performance events usually go, and what kinds of things people write and do on stage. I also have a performance tag on this blog for all of my past performances!

I feel that none of this advice is very useful. I’m very tired and I’m just rambling, I think - but if ever you need advice or encouragement, you’re more than welcome to message me - on or off anon!

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[mcnahq-blog]

( .. the cutest bean ever omg )

hey guys, i’m jules — a suffering uni student from the weirdest fucking tz — and i’m so excited to be a part of this rp !! i like watching crack vids of bts ( mY BOYS !!!! hmu if you’re kpop trash too so we can sob over wdta pt. 2 ), finding new memes to torture my friends two provinces away with, making my eardrums bleed bc i’m listening to some surfer rock on max volume, and bingewatching the canadian comedy masterpiece known as letterkenny for the umpteenth time. anyways, this is my precious honey girl mona who’s rly just trying to live peacefully ( for a young celeb in hollywood at least ) despite the intensity of her life. here’s some basic — & extensive, sorry lmao — info about her ( TW: abuse kinda ?? , brief hints of depression, insomnia & starvation ) :

( JEON SOMIN & CISFEMALE )— here we have everything you want to know about ( MONA GATLIN/KIM MONA ), the ( MUSICIAN ) that has been stealing everyone’s hearts for ( FIVE YEARS ) years now. her rep keeps pushing for the ( STEADFAST & GREGARIOUS ) persona, but a close source to her says she’s actually ( SYBARITIC & RETICENT ). i read she ( ABANDONED HER CAREER IN KPOP AFTER LONGTIME ABUSE FROM HER MANAGEMENT, CAUSING HER GROUP TO DISBAND ) but whatever it is that you want to believe, one thing is for sure, the ( TWENTY TWO ) year old has the world in her hands. — (( jules && gmt-2:30 && she/her ))

so here’s a brief bio for now

born on april 6, 1995 in incheon, south korea

she was given up by her mother just minutes after her birth, not even given a name as she was separated from her, but knows that her surname was kim

she ended up being adopted within a few days, as her parents had been waiting a while to adopt from this particular agency

was named mona haneul gatlin, after her adoptive grandmother.. well, 2/3 of the name anyway

grew up just outside of seattle, washington with her two dads, an editor at a publishing firm and a cop respectively, and was showered with affection

a ball of sunshine growing up, i mean she was polite and thoughtful af, would give a classmate the cupcake her papa snuck into her lunchbox if they didn’t have enough for lunch

p smart all things considered, but especially loved english and languages while physics could fucking choke ( well.. it could once she was in higher grades anyway )

she always loved to sing, knew that she was good too. especially when her dad gave her a couple of songbird-based nicknames that still make her beam when he calls her that

her dads were aware of the american auditions for korean entertainment companies and since mona grew up learning korean from her auntie — who was her papa’s boss in reality — they figured she would be capable of at least auditioning ( i’m.. so bad at explaining things, i’m sorry lol )

so at thirteen, she went to an audition in san francisco and got in the good graces of a company, so much so that by fourteen, she had moved to seoul and began training

it was.. intense to say the least, especially when she was still p young and had just moved to a different continent

some training exercises felt more like punishments than actual lessons or help, but she shrugged it off as she was determined to make it big, for her parents if not herself

attended an international school alongside several other trainees/idols and honestly felt a bit off about the huge changes in her life, causing her to have some issues with making new friends outside of those she had already made within the agency, which had already been few and far between if she were being honest with herself

at one point, she indulged in underaged drinking alongside a few other trainees because everything became so hard to deal with and it was a means to unwind in some way

but when more positive attention and energy was directed towards her, she stopped for the sake of her future now that it seemed brighter

finally was chosen for a co-ed group at sixteen with her being the maknae and debuted at seventeen

went by kim mona bc she was p much told to hide her english name since it would likely cause some backlash, if not for the fact that she was the daughter of two men so that had to be hidden too

but everyone knew her as MONA, since mononyms are p popular among idols and it felt a bit more genuine than going by her initial surname

they had a lot of success, even having a couple of subunits, some collabs individually here and there and co-hosting variety shows, up until january 2016 when she announced her departure from the group and, subsequently, led the group to disband altogether

she decided that the kpop music industry was a bit too much for the girl that wanted a bit of peace for longer than a week at a time, so she moved onto the western music industry and dragged a couple of her group-mates with her, alongside a guy that they’d crossed paths with while searching for new management

kinda earned a substantial following in their new project since they had quite the fanbase with DefY so they saw sudden success

anyways, to the rumour

mona’s former management company endured a lot of speculation regarding abuse of its artists ( if you’re not familiar with it already, look up the abuse/unfair treatment scandals with smtown and exo, and you’ll have the basis of my direction with this )

when she left the group, most netizens assumed that first and foremost, their contracts had expired and they wished to try something new

however once cavalier put out “trainwreck,” which mona co-wrote, many started reading into some aspects of it as her, and her former members’, history of abuse with her ex-management condensed into an almost four minute song

it also didn’t make sense to people as DefY was at its peak, but when a couple of onstage fainting spells and the hospitalization of one or two of her group-mates for “sudden illnesses” were taken into consideration as well, it made it seem all the more plausible and it became a huge scandal in south korea

honestly.. not gonna tell you if it’s true or not for the time being bc it would prob involve a couple of other muns and speculation is always fun lmao

now her personality/other little things

an actual angel™

who makes rly shitty, impulsive decisions that make her question her sanity lol

not annoyingly nice or cute or w/e though ?? like she’s a rather compassionate and enthusiastic person, but she’s p chill for the most part, unlike the slight shift in persona during her idol days where her positivity was more put on

dumb jokes galore

kinda going through her wild phase now, but also went through one during her trainee and debut days that was more so a means to help her deal with how straining almost 120 hours per week of constant activity was on her teenage self

bad influences hmu

endured depression before debuting, just realized i forgot to add that

she won’t tell you much about her past, v vague about her trainee days especially

the kind of girl that wants a simple life.. but will also splurge on some stunning louboutins

if you ever saw her at an awards show, she’s that person that befriends everyone

but she won’t take shit from anyone just because they’re generally in her good graces

pastries are.. everything to her, you’ll win her over for the most part if you pick her up a chocolate filled croissant or something

speaks korean and a bit of japanese and chinese, super basic though

has been an on-and-off sufferer of insomnia for years now, as well as a couple of vitamin deficiencies, migraines and the effects of a poor diet

so now she’s trying to treat her body like a temple.. by eating as much red meat and veggies, and drinking as much water, as possible, god help the girl

curses quite a bit

has a fear of living alone ?? kind of, she’s used to being glued to the side of her dads/group-mates that the idea of living by herself, although prob more fulfilling for her, is a bit terrifying

also has a fear of cicadas and ordering inside of takeout restaurants lmao

but first fear aside, she doesn’t rly have a dependency on people

has a very staunch standing on many things regarding her career now, finally — and properly — putting herself first for once

also has a problem with prioritizing herself in almost anything

i might add more later ?? for now that’s it tbh

so that’s mona !! if you’d like to plot, message me or like this and i’ll come to you. i’ll post a small connections ooc later on ! 

[songbird-sunrise]

[ooc: "I don’t really have a choice but to be, do I? It seems like the decision’s already been made."

"I’m just saying asking beforehand would’ve been a little more convenient."

I am going. To lose it. I love songbird with all my heart, she's so fucking hilarious]

ooc: hey just because he's about to go to limbo on purpose doesn't mean he can't get a little silly with it. also he's just a bitch love and light ♥♥♥♥