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She fit so she sit

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Anne sighs loudly, but her exasperation is exaggerated; when Jan throws an arm over her shoulders and paints the headline, a thin smile picks up the corners of her lips. She looks for a moment at the imaginary headline before turning her attention back to him from the corner of her eye. He’s a strange one, light and puckish and more mysterious than anyone she’s ever known despite acting like a friendly, open book. It’s no wonder the world loves him. It’d be stupid, entirely, not to.

—And then he presses a sloppy kiss to her cheek and she laughs even as she pushes him away and tries to clean her cheek.

“Oh, aye—so long as I don’t get thrown in jail for attempted homicide, ye mean! Are we a fuckin band or are we fuckin stage magicians now? The era of that sort of shite is well over; should’ve enjoyed the shock rock heyday while we could’ve!” But it’s…not actually a bad idea. Not if they could get the others onboard with it…. “‘Less ye’re lookin to bring it back from the dead, we’ll need a less murderous hook for our gigs.”

Stub your cigarette out on the brick wall next to you and slip the butt into her jacket packet to dispose of later; you’ll count the butts like change in the evening, trying to tally the day’s total. Today will be less than others. Today you have a show to play. Walk back into the concert venue to hear the same bitching and moaning as before—

But before Anne can get there, Jan leaps out of nowhere and nearly gives her a heart attack. “FUCK!” He’s lucky, he really is, that she’s unarmed; if Anne had more than a lighter, half a carton of cigarettes and three butts in her pockets, she would’ve used that more to stab him or worse! As things are, she presses a hand to her chest, huffing and rolling her eyes.

“Oh, aye—scared enough to’ve stabbed twice over if I had my knife! Ye can’t just jump out at people like that without expecting one to the gut around here.” She huffs a laugh, shaking her head. “Asshole.” Somehow, it doesn’t quite like an insult coming from her.

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He pets and praises her like a dog—and were he any other man, she’d sneer away the treatment, tell him to get his fucking hands off of her. But he’s not any other man. He’s not even a man: he’s a shark, like his namesake, stalking, lurking in shallows and depths alike, always circling, circling, circling. He isn’t like any man she’s ever known—so she accepts the treatment. Hates herself for the way her body starts to lose its tension, hackles and guard lowering without her consent. He fingers wounds metaphorical and literal and Anne grits her teeth and bares it, knowing he could make it that much worse, knowing he WOULD make it that much worse, just to watch her run. She swallows against his praise (it doesn’t feel like a thing well done, it feels like an ignominious death) and holds it down like one might swallow their own bile to keep from throwing up.

He invites—well, instructs—her to speak, and Anne takes a cool moment before doing so to sort through the questions in her head. He offers her truth and she knows firsthand what a bitter poison that is when he drip-feeds it into the ears of those around him. His words are snakes, hissing coils, dangerous, slithering in through the air to burrow into the heart. She can’t ask anything she doesn’t truly want to know, because he will tell her…and she will suffer for it. She’d like to know how he found her, what routes he tracked her through, why it took a back-alley assassination attempt to finally draw him back out of the shadows, even how he got into this room, but at the end of the day, only one question matters.

“Why let me leave if you were just going to track me back down?”

I never let you go into anything alone. The words are heavy, weighty with a significance she doesn’t understand but spots all the same. It reminds her of the first time she’d found herself at the center of his web, slamming her head into his nose just to find some measure of control in the moment. Should’ve known she was lighting a fuse in that moment, but what had she know? Flat fucking idiot, her, underestimating what the Shark was capable of. No chaos too great he couldn’t find her through it, hey?

Anne’s eyes narrow to sharp shards of glass in a glare, turning hard and flinty once more. She can almost hear the mockery in that sentence, the reminder that he had had to finish what she had not with James. She doesn’t fight the vague sneer on her face. He’d approached from behind and thrown a knife through his throat before registering who it was. She’d seen the fucker helping out all night, clumsily keeping a distance as he did so. He yanked the damned thing out himself and collapsed to the ground; his blood had stopped by the time she’d bent down to retrieve it.

“He suffered plenty afore he died. But I watched him die, if that’s what ye meant. Dunno if I’d’ve called it quick, though….”

There’s plenty she wants to know, how he found her and why he’s coming forward now again, et cetera, et cetera, but she doesn’t know how to ask a word of it. So she doesn’t, sitting back like a good bitch, head cocked, waiting for the next order.

[neverhangd]

Is the era of semi-cringe self-insert OCs over, or would it be cool if I added one more to the pile?

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Trying to move. Repeatedly falling ill. Love you all!

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Me: *just chilling in my bedroom*

Dad, downstairs: For chrissakes, it’s not like we’re N*zi Germany!

Mom, downstairs: THEN WHY DON’T WE JUST CALL AND TURN IN THE NEIGHBORS?!

Me, to the cat: Hang on, I wanna hear this…

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😞

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Anyone know where I can find one of those “why haven’t we interacted yet” memes??

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Send ❤️ if you want to ship but are too shy to ask

Can be sent on anon or not

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Anonymously or not, tell me who you ship my muse with.

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Sup. I was sick all day. Anyone wanna plot???

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I never let you go into anything alone. The words are heavy, weighty with a significance she doesn’t understand but spots all the same. It reminds her of the first time she’d found herself at the center of his web, slamming her head into his nose just to find some measure of control in the moment. Should’ve known she was lighting a fuse in that moment, but what had she know? Flat fucking idiot, her, underestimating what the Shark was capable of. No chaos too great he couldn’t find her through it, hey?

Anne’s eyes narrow to sharp shards of glass in a glare, turning hard and flinty once more. She can almost hear the mockery in that sentence, the reminder that he had had to finish what she had not with James. She doesn’t fight the vague sneer on her face. He’d approached from behind and thrown a knife through his throat before registering who it was. She’d seen the fucker helping out all night, clumsily keeping a distance as he did so. He yanked the damned thing out himself and collapsed to the ground; his blood had stopped by the time she’d bent down to retrieve it.

“He suffered plenty afore he died. But I watched him die, if that’s what ye meant. Dunno if I’d’ve called it quick, though….”

There’s plenty she wants to know, how he found her and why he’s coming forward now again, et cetera, et cetera, but she doesn’t know how to ask a word of it. So she doesn’t, sitting back like a good bitch, head cocked, waiting for the next order.

Anne drags her heavy carcass into the room, barely able to keep standing on her own two feet. Door closes with solid thunk behind her as she leans against it—and spots him, seated on one of the few horizontal spaces in the sparse room. She wasn’t expecting him to be here…but she’s not surprised that he is, not really. He beckons her closer and like an obedient bitch, she goes, thoughtlessly wiping at some blood on her face. It’s a red smear now, and only that. What’s on her face and neck isn’t hers, for the most part, though her right arm is starting to hurt like a bitch. She accepts the invitation, mock- or not, sitting on his lap with a sharp exhale.

“My day was…eventful. But I have a feeling you know that already.” And it isn’t just the state of her that tells her that. What was supposed to be a very easy revenge killing had very quickly become a daring one-woman escape against terrifying odds, ending both in Anne’s intended target escaping and related to Anne by schemas unseen by her dying at her hands. It only makes sense Silva would’ve been involved in some unseen web of destruction.

“I killed a man,” she announces candidly, leaning back to watch his face, gauge a reaction. “In hindsight, he might’ve been one of yours. Short fella. Bald head, tattoo of a snake….” Anne gestures vaguely around her head, indicating the path of the tattoo.

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Let’s go with…hit the heart and I’ll send you 2-5 ideas for our muses interacting???

Or you could be cool and send some to me!

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╰┈➤ STARTER PROMPTS : Seafaring Muses & Merfolk a set of starter prompts, all with a basis in the sea & fantasy ! do not add to this list, i may add more to it later !

�� DIALOGUE ( from a sailor / human )

❝ the waves are strong today. ❞ ❝ the sea is not a merciful being. ❞ ❝ under the waves is a world you will never see. ❞ ❝ do you hear that ? ❞ ❝ it’s the siren’s call. they say they’ll lure a sailor to their death if they listen. ❞ ❝ you're a brave one, to chance listening to the sirens. ❞ ❝ are you mad ? you could have been killed, listening to them ! ❞ ❝ are you mad ? you could have drowned ! ❞ ❝ they want you to throw yourself overboard. you have to block out their calls. ❞ ❝ the merpeople are dangerous beings. you aren't to pursue them, do you understand ? ❞ ❝ the sirens are meant to be feared, not loved. ❞ ❝ what is it like, having a tail ? ❞ ❝ what is it like, breathing underwater ? ❞ ❝ take me with you. ❞ ❝ take me with you. i want to swim with you. ❞ ❝ can a human become a merperson ? ❞ ❝ can a human become a merperson ? you know ... like the little mermaid, but reverse ? ❞ ❝ you saved my life. how can i ever repay you ? ❞ ❝ i've seen you before. i saw your tail among the waves. ❞

— DIALOGUE ( from a merperson / siren )

❝ i must swim away with the tide. ❞ ❝ you will see me again. ❞ ❝ we aren't as frightening as they say. ❞ ❝ do you incriminate your own kind for their survival, as well ? or is it only the merfolk ? we sing to protect ourselves. ❞ ❝ your kind hunt us. we are no more than prizes, or monsters. ❞ ❝ do you fear me like they do ? ❞ ❝ do you want to swim with me ? ❞ ❝ do you want to swim with me ? you will not drown, i promise you. ❞ ❝ will you help me untangle this ? the net caught my tail ... ❞ ❝ i've seen you before. i was watching from the water. ❞ ❝ i've seen you before. i was watching from the rocks. ❞ ❝ i've never seen a human so close before ... ❞ ❝ we're not meant to go near the surface. ❞ ❝ will i see you again ? ❞

— ACTION

[ GLIMPSE ] — sender, a merperson, swims past receiver's ( ship / dock / window / tank wall / etc ) [ GLIMPSED ] — receiver, a merperson, swims past sender's ( ship / dock / window / tank wall / etc )

[ CALL ] — sender is being lured by sirens while receiver is unaffected [ SONG ] — receiver is being lured by sirens while sender is unaffected

[ CAUGHT ] — sender is a merperson caught in the net of receiver's boat [ NET ] — receiver is a merperson caught in the net of sender's boat

[ WAKE ] — sender drags receiver onto dry land / on deck after receiver fell overboard [ SAVE ] — receiver drags sender onto dry land / on deck after sender fell overboard

[ RESCUE ] — sender, a merperson, rescues receiver from drowning after they fell overboard [ RESCUED ] — receiver, a merperson, rescues sender from drowning after they fell overboard

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Stub your cigarette out on the brick wall next to you and slip the butt into her jacket packet to dispose of later; you’ll count the butts like change in the evening, trying to tally the day’s total. Today will be less than others. Today you have a show to play. Walk back into the concert venue to hear the same bitching and moaning as before—

But before Anne can get there, Jan leaps out of nowhere and nearly gives her a heart attack. “FUCK!” He’s lucky, he really is, that she’s unarmed; if Anne had more than a lighter, half a carton of cigarettes and three butts in her pockets, she would’ve used that more to stab him or worse! As things are, she presses a hand to her chest, huffing and rolling her eyes.

“Oh, aye—scared enough to’ve stabbed twice over if I had my knife! Ye can’t just jump out at people like that without expecting one to the gut around here.” She huffs a laugh, shaking her head. “Asshole.” Somehow, it doesn’t quite like an insult coming from her.

boy   born   far   from   here   grew   up   with   images   of   lions.   knew   them   by   heart   even   before   he   learned   how   to   play   music.   sees   them   even   now   whenever   he   closes   his   eyes        ;        omens   of   death   on   banners   carried   by   men   he'd   grown   to   cherish.   sees   sharp   shut   jaws   whenever   he   wakes   from   nightmares.   didn't   realize   until   later   that   all   the   ones   he'd   seen   were   female.   lurks   now   like   a   symbol   of   a   country   that   thinks   him   dead        ⎯⎯⎯        predator   with   worn   down   teeth   waiting   in   the   tall   grass   until   she   walks   by   (   does   not   fear   her   teeth   just   as   much   as   he   does   whatever   divine   name   waits   for   him   at   the   end   of   days.   figures   she   can   only   get   him   there   faster   )

❝   ha   !   ❞   jumps   out   right   in   front   of   her.   arms   raised   as   if   he   is   entertaining   children   rather   than   trying   to   scare   a   grown   woman.   ❝   admit   it,   vosje   van   me,   you,   beautiful   woman,   were   scared   of   me.   ❞

♡        ⎯⎯⎯        @neverhangd

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Anne drags her heavy carcass into the room, barely able to keep standing on her own two feet. Door closes with solid thunk behind her as she leans against it—and spots him, seated on one of the few horizontal spaces in the sparse room. She wasn’t expecting him to be here…but she’s not surprised that he is, not really. He beckons her closer and like an obedient bitch, she goes, thoughtlessly wiping at some blood on her face. It’s a red smear now, and only that. What’s on her face and neck isn’t hers, for the most part, though her right arm is starting to hurt like a bitch. She accepts the invitation, mock- or not, sitting on his lap with a sharp exhale.

“My day was…eventful. But I have a feeling you know that already.” And it isn’t just the state of her that tells her that. What was supposed to be a very easy revenge killing had very quickly become a daring one-woman escape against terrifying odds, ending both in Anne’s intended target escaping and related to Anne by schemas unseen by her dying at her hands. It only makes sense Silva would’ve been involved in some unseen web of destruction.

“I killed a man,” she announces candidly, leaning back to watch his face, gauge a reaction. “In hindsight, he might’ve been one of yours. Short fella. Bald head, tattoo of a snake….” Anne gestures vaguely around her head, indicating the path of the tattoo.

the   storm   is   his   to   command,   even   when   the   world   does   not   see   the   lighting   and   thunder   brought   forth   from   his   fingertips.   eternal   snake   circles   the   globe        ;        swallows   all   that   dares   to   slither   across   his   stomach.   if   he   is   to   be   a   monster,   he   shall   be   one   fully   and   without   shame   !   raises   his   hand.   beckons   her   with   a   smile   that   is   nearly   soft   (   creature   of   darkness   does   not   know   the   meaning   of   the   word   )   but   which   still   bleeds   crimson   around   the   edges.   is   still   cruel,   but   a   lot   less   so   when   the   not-yet-severed   scarred   hand   pats   his   own   thigh.   ❝   cariña,   my   sweet   feisty   thing,   come   to   me.   quickly   now.   ❞

opens   his   arms.   blooms   in   mock   invitation   like   a   flower   doomed   to   rot        ⎯⎯⎯⎯        will   take   her   down   with   him   soon   enough.   sit   on   death's   lap   and   find   that   he   loves   you   more   than   life   ever   could.   ❝   talk   to   me.   it   is   important,   no   ?   for   you   to   tell   me   about   your   day.   ❞

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Feeling cute, might blast sea shanties and get into a homoerotic sword fight later