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MUSE H: JUST A GIRL.

take this pink ribbon off my eyes, i’m exposed and it’s no big surprise.

VOLUMEHQ is a small semi-appless skeleton & oc group about getting by working at your local record store during the tail end of the 90s in a small town. it’s meant to surround a friend group with inspiration from movies like empire records, can’t hardly wait, and high fidelity. this rp relies on character-centric plotlines with a little bit of a push from the real world of capitalist america.

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MUSE C: REBEL GIRL.

in her KISS, i taste the revolution.

VOLUMEHQ is a small semi-appless skeleton & oc group about getting by working at your local record store during the tail end of the 90s in a small town. it’s meant to surround a friend group with inspiration from movies like empire records, can’t hardly wait, and high fidelity. this rp relies on character-centric plotlines with a little bit of a push from the real world of capitalist america.

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Bill Skarsgård as Henry Pearl and Claire van der Boom as Alison BATTLECREEK (2017)   dir. Alison Eastwood

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i WANT a rockstar muse who lets all the fame get to his head and thinks every girl wants him and he’s just a fucking dick cus of daddy issues and the public making him this god awful person ( which he kinda is ). and then he has a ship with a girl who is his new assistant and she gets tired of dealing with his bullshit and calls him out and he’s like whoa,,, ur hot,,,, and it’s just this hateful relationship full of arguing and insults and maybe sexual tension ? someone pls i wanna play the guy

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not going to lie i 100% want a plot where muse a is an assassin that has been dating muse b for over a year and has managed to keep their career a secret until they get called in for a new assignment and find out that muse b is their next target. it would be so full of angst and drama and yes just give it to me please.

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A friendship between a time traveler and an immortal. Wherever the time traveler ends up, the immortal is there to catch him up to speed.

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gentlesvns:

maid of honor and best man hookup despite strict guidance of the bride to not go anywhere near one another and steal her thunder on her big day

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I’M GONNA POP YOUR BUBBLEGUM HEART !

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˙ ˖ ✧ — 𝙱𝙰𝙱𝙰 𝚈𝙰𝙶𝙰.

“ color me surprised, I assumed you would have written up some excuse to send by letter to our gracious host on why you couldn’t attend. “ a glass flute filled halfway with cherry hued wine was held between fingers of right hand while left lifted to brush across her companions’ arm as soon as the violet eyes sought them out surround by a crowd of eager nobles akin to scavengers to a corpse, the witch had to rescue them from such a fate, the poor dear looked suffocated and so she hooked her arm with theirs and strolled to another side of the ballroom. “ did they threaten you? coax you? someone you love held hostage? are you spying on them? “ the words kept coming out of painted lips curved into that of a half moon, merely amused and not at all disturbed by the inquiries nor whatever answer was gifted to her ear. looked for it to be entertaining at least. “ or maybe….you wanted to see me? got a bargain caught on the tongue? don’t look so, I was only teasing.“

the drink raised towards her ruby lips, that without the alcoholic scent in the way would appear metallic, fresh, and if there was one missing guest? baba yaga was not to blame on certain hungers. 

    » augustus wasn’t a fan of the taste of champagne, the bubbly liquid spilling down his throat. it reminded him of a lifetime so long ago, it didn’t feel real to him anymore. dressed in a raven black suit, a white collar and even darker tie suffocating around his throat, the horseman thought he was utterly alone at the party. he wanted a drink, something that was actually worth drinking. spinning around on his heels, augustus turned and glanced down at the witch standing in front of him, her words purring as she took her place next to him. raising an eyebrow, the horseman let out a soft scoff, “ can’t an old man have a little fun once in a while ? ” as she continued to interrogate, augustus kept his focus elsewhere. 

he hardly felt her arm slither around his like a snake, too busy eyeing a waiter handing out flutes of champagne. his fingers grasped the edge of the glass, and with a tap of his index finger, the glass underneath his fingertips dissolved into a shorter cup half-filled with neat whiskey, a layer of faint ash disappearing into the night. “ what a curious little witch, tonight. ” he mused, not entirely focused until she brought herself into question. gingerly moving his head, augustus frowned momentarily. “ so, are you looking for a late night meal or just a snack ? i didn’t think parties were your scene. ”

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‘ not even a little visit? ’ — war & death.

emotional starters !

     » it had been a long time since augustus visited the other horsemen. for what felt like centuries on end, he’d been sent away to complete his job, suffering from loneliness and curing it with endless drinks and mindless bloodshed. infiltrating militaries and infecting the minds of politicians; it was all handshakes and tight suits most days, even more reason to miss the beginning of everything. but the horseman had finally completed his duty, it was only a matter of time before he’d be sent off again to fight alone. augustus would have to wait for the day all four of the horsemen reunited once more. 

still, at least he could visit one in the meantime. augustus didn’t like to play favourites, they were all siblings to him, but he was always closest to thanatos in the end. he was there from the very beginning, from the moment he took the title to his first slayed. albeit, it was his job to be there, but war and death went neatly hand in hand. but thanatos had other jobs to attend to, greek gods to appease. augustus believed in the greek gods, he was aware of their existence, but he would never put his faith into any of them. all of them seemed more dramatic than the last, an ego bigger with each one you met. and he hadn’t even met any of them properly. 

through tartarus, augustus made his trek towards a quaint home hidden away through a kingdom’s worth of flowers. he rarely visited the underworld, it wasn’t his domain, but truth be told there was something eerily frightening about it. memories lingered back to the last time he and than spoke, the quiet sadness that seeped through his friend’s features as he asked, ‘ not even a little visit ? ’ augustus wasn’t one for remorse, it created pain that lingered in his chest, far too similar to the night he died, but he couldn’t help but feel guilt.

scarred knuckles that were in the middle of healing knocked against the door thrice, resting his body weight against the door frame as he awaited for the angel to open up. hearing the door creak, revealing such a familiar face, a kind smile broke out. the two stood face to face for a moment, taking in each other’s presence. 

“ augustus ? ” “ surprise. ”

in an instant, augustus took in the angel for a deep hug. like a war veteran returning home, his arms embraced the other, slowly untangling from each other once the timing felt right. it’d been so long, his memories felt like black and white photographs. “ i brought back a present, ” augustus spoke; with a flick of his hand, a paper bag with a delicate label written in cursive appeared. “ the best you can find in france, i hear. i know it won’t make up for how long i’ve been gone, but call it a peace offering ? ” he winced, handing the bag over. 

with a gentle smile, thanatos stood to the side. “ please, come in. ”

@desditosa

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“ what circle of dante’s inferno did you crawl out of? ” - baba yaga and augustus

sentence starter !

  » fire surrounded his environment, swallowing the world whole with it’s fiery tongue. there was some utterly euphoric about the scent of rage; to a child it’d smell like gingerbread cookies, an adult might decipher the bitter tinge of alcohol infringing on their senses. to war, it came in many forms — like crushed lavenders on a summer’s morning, or hazy petrichor on a winter’s night. whatever it chose to be, the smell was intoxicating each time. no matter what; the bloodshed, the collateral damage caused by such violence, the tears of such weaklings, it made war feel so alive. 

the flames slowly took over their houses, their stocks and animals. it was a mission he took without a second thought, blame it on the neighbouring town and start a pretty little fight. commoners from the other town, possessed by the exaggerated rage fuelled by the horseman, ran heedlessly. pitchforks and torches infiltrated the night sky as they ran past him. to them, war was nothing but a figment, a ghostly reminder that they were angry. some not at the dying town, but the horseman had a talent of directing rage into where he wanted it to go. 

pulling out a cigar from nowhere, war hovered the roll over a tiny flame before shoving it between the lines of his lips. glancing behind him, the male noticed a female figure hiding behind a cloak, nothing but sharp, purple eyes piercing him. a coy grin tugging at his features. “ isn’t it magnificent ? ” he called out, moving closer. “ and all i had to do was give ‘em the tiniest of nudges and the whole town is in riots. ” 

a low gust of smoke left his lungs, disappearing into the smoky air as he raised an eyebrow at the woman. with the fire continuing to grow, the flames flickered auburn light against the stranger’s features. it took a moment, until the pieces finally clicked and a pleased smile took place. he heard of her, of the mystical talents she held. “ you’re her, aren’t you ? ” he cried over the noise. 

“ and you’re him, aren’t you ? ” 

war casually shrugged in response, a playful grin on his lips. “ if you say so. ”

swirls of low wind danced with the hem of her skirt and cloak, toying with it as if the wind were delicate fingers touching the fabrics. this wasn’t her town, but it certainly was her woods. lifting off the head of her cloak, the wind delighted in seeing her black curls and happily brushed through it. “ what circle of dante’s inferno did you crawl out of ? ”

time had escaped his notice, and he could feel the tug of his raven coat pull him away ever so gently. war diminished the cigarette underneath his foot, glancing back at the witch. “ i didn’t crawl, милая, i fought my way out of it. ” a stronger pull tugged at his arm, stealing his momentary attention. his figure faded into ash, taking him to a new place, slowly eating at his fingertips until it reached his right wrist. with one final smile, the horseman spoke.

“ until we meet again, ведьма. ”

@chaoticswan

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❥    𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌  𝐋𝐘𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐒  𝐈    [   𝚂𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚂    ]   .

sentence starters inspired by various lyrics from random songs on my own personal playlist !!   some lyrics have been slightly modified to be more usable .  change gendered language   &   add context to your needs .  happy roleplaying !!♡

“   i  wish  i  never  met  her  .   ” “   i  don’t  really  care  if  you  cry  .   ” “   they  don’t  wanna  chase  this  rainbow  .   ” “   you  were  my  everything  .   ” “   one  headline  ,   why  believe  it  ?   ” “   who  knew  evil  girls  have  the  prettiest  faces  ?   ” “   they  say  it’s  my  fault  .   ” “   you’ve  got  nothing  left  to  give  .   ” “   i  could  have  any  type  of  boy  that  i  feel  .   ” “   don’t  you  pay  them  any  mind  .   ” “   there’s  no  turning  back  .   ” “   this  is  life   &   we  only  get  one  chance  .   ” “   i  know  you’re  sad   &   tired  .   ” “   you  should’ve  never  lied  .   ” “   will  i  ever  be  free  ?   ” “   i  pray  for  my  enemies  .   ” “   it’s  no  better  to  be  safe  than  sorry  .   ” “   i  pray  for  all  my  rivals  .   ” “   the  world’s  gonna  know  your  name  .   ” “   i  want  to  fly  to  a  place  where  it’s  just  you   &   me  .   ” “   let  them  keep  on  talking  .   ” “   have  i  crossed  the  line  ?   ” “   we  only  get  one  shot  at  this  .   ” “   you  burn  with  the  brightest  flame  .   ” “   welcome  to  your  life  .   ” “   i  won’t  let  you  forget  me  .   ” “   easier  said  than  done  .   ” “   i  cannot  die  ,   because  this  is  my  universe  .   ” “   i’m  just  living  for  me  ,   but  a  little  more  vicious  .   ” “   i  swear  that  you’ll  get  over  it  .   ” “   i  can’t  take  back  the  love  that  i  gave  you  .   ” “   now  ,   i’m  just  better  off  dead  .   ” “   so  glad  we’ve  almost  made  it  .   ” “   i’ll  be  right  behind  you  .   ” “   don’t  come  crawling  to  me  .   ” “   everybody  wants  to  rule  the  world  .   ” “   you  gave  me  a  heart  that  was  full  of  mistakes  .   ” “   i  feel  totally  lost  .   ” “   there’s  a  room  where  the  light  won’t  find  you  .   ” “   i  can’t  stand  this  indecision  .   ” “   i  still  see  your  shadows  in  my  room  .   ” “   i  just  want  you  to  feel  safe  .   ” “   i  know  it  hurts  sometimes  ,   but  ,   you’ll  get  over  it  .   ” “   i  just  want  to  make  you  glow  how  you  glowed  when  we  were  young  .   ” “   yes  ,   i’ve  lost  my  mind  .   ” “   you  could  walk  straight  through  hell  with  a  smile  .   ” “   i  keep  closing  my  eyes  ,   but  i  can’t  block  you  out  .   ” “   nothing  ever  lasts  forever  .   ” “   i  might  need  help  to  see  the  good  things  .   ” “   i  am  who  i  am  .   ” “   i’m  in  serious  shit  .   ” “   you’re  the  worst  .   ” “   i  should  have  listened  to  my  friends  .   ” “   all  my  friends  are  dead  .   ” “   all  you  wanna  do  is  party   &   bullshit  .   ” “   i  know  that  you  want  me  dead  .   ” “   i  know  it’s  all  in  my  head  .   ” “   you  know  this  happens  every  time  .   ” “   being  with  you  has  opened  my  eyes  .   ” “   i’m  feeling  for  her  what  she’s  feeling  for  me  .   ” “   i  spend  my  money  on  the  regular  miracles  .   ” “   you  were  made  out  of  plastic  ;   fake  .   ” “   this  isn’t  what  i  wanted  .   ” “   this  is  not  enough  .   ” “   this  is  something  i  should  have  told  you  long  ago  .   ” “   but  i  want  her  so  much  .   ” “   when  they  stop   &   stare  ,   it  doesn’t  worry  me  .   ” “   god  is  the  only  one  above  me  .   ” “   shake  me  out  of  my  misery  .   ” “   now  you  see  how  it  feels  .   ” “   now  you’re  all  alone  .   ” “   you  should’ve  seen  the  way  she  looked  into  my  eyes  .   ” “   i  thought  you  were  the  one  .   ”

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"saying my name is so intimate, why would you do that to me" Hades x hera

emotional starters !

   » green eyes were as teary as poseidon’s oceans, taking similar strength as moving mountains to keep from any drops from falling down her face. the female wished for the skies to rain, to hide her face so she could cry without him seeing.  the night was clear, a celebratory gala ( held by the heir of the skies ) were euphorically dancing inside, while the two stood underneath a darling white gazebo, decorated with fairy lights as if it would suffocate without them. was this coming full circle? 

yet even with the staggering the heels, the power of being a goddess on her side, she still felt terribly small. but not in the same way as his brother would make her at times, by accident of course; that was simply the price to pay with such a charming face, dazzling greying eyes that’d steal anyone’s attentions. it was the complete opposite with hades. they saw each other as equals, as confidantes and most importantly, as partners. it was the one of the first things hera could remember as a young child, that no matter what, he’d be by her side.

the news should’ve been joyous, and it had. for hera’s family, it was an accomplishment for her bloodline to achieve such royal status at such a young age. the youngest of three sisters to reach such high recognition. everyone gave blessings and prayers to the young queen-to-be, standing in the center of attention just like zeus did. yet it seemed like everyone was much more happier than hera ever showed. all she could ever think about was how proud her father would be, maybe if he was still around, he would show just a sliver of a rewarding smile.

yet his features didn’t show it. tired lines and soft edges contorted to almost unreadable expression, a rarity for her. his brother was so open that at times, the femme purposely tried to ignore the signs. hera stood with fingers anxiously intertwining together, curled blonde locks falling over her shoulders that were covered in white lace. it hadn’t even been that long, and his attachment was already beginning to grow on her. “ he proposed. we’re getting married in spring. ”

i’ve signed my life to him. 

“ why. ” he asked back. 

how could you.

“ i- ” her lips opened but nothing fell out, not even a whimper. “ please, i want you to be there. for your brother, for- ” hera hesitated as words collided ever so gently, stopping herself from exposing true intentions. “ hades. ”

“ don’t. saying my name is so intimate, why would you do that to me ? ” hades begged. hera’s lips stayed open, uncertain of what to do. she could plea and beg all night, but the fear in her heart told her it wouldn’t be worth the effort. hera took a delicate step forward, one click of her expensive heel. only the fates knew what held in their future, what paths they would lead, but hera wanted to be certain herself. “ say you’ll come. it won’t be the same without my partner there. ”

the echos of her fiancee’s voice pierced through the distorted, distant sounds of the waltz inside, searching through the air of where his ‘ darling dove ’ could be. hera glanced back to her future for a moment, before gazing back to her present. “ promise me, pluto. ” 

silence between them before another ‘ hera! ’ shot through. with a purse of his lips, and a tilt of his head, the god spoke. “ i’ll try. ”

the answer was good enough for her. without thinking twice, hera moved closer and placed a final peck on the side of his cold cheek. an eternal reminder of what possibly could’ve been. with a sickly weak smile, hera spun around and realigned herself to survive the rest of the night by his side. “ coming, my love. ”

the wild warrior had finally become tamed. 

@otherworldqueen

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&& @chaoticswan

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“ I’m a simple person; anything happens, I cry. ” - daphne and hera

sentence starters !

    » hera was precisely slicing freshly plucked strawberries into perfect slices, a practiced talent after being a mother to such hungry children eons ago. it still felt like yesterday, when their helmets were just too big and they were still growing into their clothes. the mother in her missed it, but the queen in her was proud of the heirs she raised. nonetheless, a mother’s job was never truly done. it was a peaceful, sunny afternoon, an afternoon that shan’t be wasted. with a bottle of chilled champagne waiting on the kitchen counter, two glasses by it’s side, all they needed now was strawberries to finish it off. 

daphne was speaking while hera was listening, her hues focused on the task at hand as she gave quiet hums and nods in agreement. she even enjoyed the small tibits of encouraged criticism of a particular step-son. daphne was like a niece hera cherished, just as she did with other women. yet once the words fell out of the brunette’s mouth, hera sharply placed the knife down and frowned at daphne. 

“ i’m a simple person; anything happens, i cry. ”

“ daphne, my love, no. ” hera refuted. delicate hands scooped up the slice strawberries and placed them in an expensive white bowl. “ no one is worth a pretty tear from you, especially from some man. ” she spoke with ethereal disgust, the queen was an expert of men and their belief of having praise for doing the bare minimum. with the family she married herself into, it seemed like it was in their dna to have such strong egos. “ they forget how much of a gift women are to them; men are greedy, vapid and well- ” hera paused to take a bite of a strawberry, “ idiotic. ”

“ tears are like diamonds, they’re a girl’s best friend. don’t waste them on men, daphne, and especially don’t waste it on him of all men. he’s a boy, he doesn’t count. ” and with that, hera smiles as she pours herself a glass. raising an eyebrow, the queen nods to daphne as she pours a second glass. 

“ cheers. ”

@chaoticswan

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open starter - poseidon argryos.

     » poseidon was a busy man, but being in constant demand came with the title of king of the seas, brother to both zeus and hades, and the husband of the ethereal amphitrite. however, no matter how busy his days could be, the male tried his best to help those who couldn’t organise to appoint a meeting. you gotta look after the smaller guys after all, they’re the ones that keep everything afloat. 

flinging his suffocating suit jacket into another room, poseidon rolled his sleeve as he headed into the lobby of his palace, a smile gracing his lips as he saw the other figure standing. blue hues seem to naturally sparkle as swiftly made his way down. shorter than i remember, he thought quietly to himself, but then again, poseidon certainly did have an unfair advantage with his height. 

“ sorry for running a bit behind schedule, turns out i’ve forgotten a few deadlines that were due today. ” he chuckled with a smile. “ still, no bother, i’m here now. what can i do for you, kid ? ”

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