𝙻𝚈𝚁𝙸𝙲𝚂𝙵𝙰𝙻𝙻 - a selective & mutually exclusive siren original character, atticus hawke kensley, influenced by the many worlds of literary urban fantasy, the music scene, and making your dreams come true. hawke is the main vocalist in an alternative rock band named transfer love. slow activity. 21+ due to mature themes. pre-established plots / connections heavily encouraged. probably iconless. loved by luca ( 25+ , she / they ).
𝙰𝙵𝙵𝙸𝙻𝙸𝙰𝚃𝙴𝙳 - hayden. hale. bandit.
doc . headcanons . the band . memes . promo
𝙱𝙻𝙾𝙶𝚁𝙾𝙻𝙻 - hunter. immortal. winchester. captain.
𝙶𝚄𝙸𝙳𝙴𝙻𝙸𝙽𝙴𝚂 -
𝘽𝙀𝙁𝙊𝙍𝙀 - due to the nature of the source material, specifically, the supernatural show, please be aware that they were be triggering content in abundance on this blog. this includes, but is not limited to, death, killing, physical altercation, hospitals, and blood. i will try to remember to tag common triggers but if you need something specific, please let me know. i use simple tags for this [trigger] tw.
also, please be aware that all my characters tend to be dumped into the same giant verse. they can and will appear as npcs, but mostly with established partners. if you ever have any questions on those, feel free to ask!
𝙄𝙉𝙏𝙀𝙍𝘼𝘾𝙏𝙄𝙊𝙉 - if i follow you, i want to write with you! i may not always know how to smoosh our characters together right off the bat, but i'm willing to brainstorm for plots and / or aus. i love aus! we can do this either through the tumb.lr chat system or through dis.cord.
starting interactions, on my end, is best done through memes. i no longer post starting calls as they tend to not go anywhere. if you don't vibe with as meme answer, that's okay! you're also welcome to contrinue and turn it into a thread if you are inspired to do so.
𝘾𝙊𝙉𝙏𝙀𝙉𝙏 - general rp etiquette applies here and that's the only real " rule " to speak of. please don't godmod. if you're unsure of my character's intention, don't hesitate to ask. i may have misunderstood something and didn't realize, or my brain blipped. i'm always happy to explain!
i do not ever assume connections before they are plotted. if something i have wrtitten gives a different impression, please let me know. it wasn't intended, i promise!
this particular portrayal of a siren is heavily influenced by the concepts of the power of both the voice and the word.
𝙎𝙃𝙄𝙋𝙋𝙄𝙉𝙂 - i love shipping. truth be told, shipping is one of the biggest reasons i keep coming back to write on tumblr. collaborative creativity makes the world go round. at the same time, please understand that when i mention shipping, it is not limited to romantic partners. i mean all kinds of ships; family, friends, enemies, etc. building worlds and fleshing out characters is what fuels my desire to keep writing.
if you have an idea for a connection, always feel free to reach out. we can figure out something that makes the most sense for both of us.
in my head, transfer love isn't filling arenas level of famous. they're more like a filling house of blues type famous. a lot of their popularity ( and money ) comes from social media exposure and the vlogs silver posts. so, musical influencers, in a sense? that's not what they call themselves and shea would die rolling his eyes to the sky but i'm trying to translate my brain mush ideas.
they eventually want to get to the point of filling arenas. none of the band members want to stop growing. it's just not where they are at this point of their journey. maybe one day a plot will get them there? but as far as the current main verse goes. yes.
hawke had been riding with violent delights bus in order to keep learning from bandit about all things siren. some days were better than others where his confidence was concerned. then, some days, he got so in his head that one would assume he'd never touched magic before in his life.
what he'd learned, thus far, was that he should've taken the opportunity to learn from his family when they reached out. he also pieced together that it didn't feel so different from what lyra and cody described witchcraft to be. magic was magic, he supposed. it was just a matter of how said magic was delivered to it's final destination.
unless he'd totally misunderstood everything people were trying to teach him.
he was jotting down some connections he'd just made in his head when an explosion threw him from the small built in couch. everything leaned to one side. he could hear screams, profanity, and the crash of miscellaneous items.
a tire had blown.
" well, " the singer tried to hold his breath in the hopes it would make his heart calm the fuck down. one hand was holding an energy drink just for something to do with his hands but the can was shaking hard enough hawke could hear the splash of it's contents against the aluminum.
" i could call lyra, see where they are. i've got no fuckin' clue what it takes to replace a tire on a giant bus like this.
i don't remember if i put this anywhere but, in my head, transfer love sounds like asking ale.xandria. fun fact: hawke's original fc was danny, so. that's where that came from.
the more i write hawke the more i realize he's probably one of the most emotionally stable muses i currently write? yes, his mother was murdered but he had a support system to get through that. it scares him and is probably why he's so self conscious about his magic but it's not like steve, john, or arthur where he tries to yeet those emotions into the back of a very large closet.
he is very much open to showing and sharing his emotions. he's not afraid of them. there's no ten ton brick of guilt weighing him down. he kinda just vibes and wonders if he's good enough, which is such a human experience who can blame him? cause, same bro, same.
idk where i'm going with this. hawke is a lil soft bean and i love that for him.
there have been a few times when hawke has been able to successfully sing shea to sleep when he was being exceptionally combative or violent. whether that means a harder shift or a day when shea's hatred for himself has gotten out of hand.
on the one hand, hawke is proud of himself for being able to intentionally do something with his voice. on the other hand, he hates the reason for it.
jack @secondhandmckie said, ❝ all of my best moments are the ones that have you in them. ❞
there's a guitar sitting on his thigh. fingers move off the strings so he can jot down a few notes that popped into his head while messing around with a few words. he's wearing a pair of loose basketball shorts with a v-neck white tee. his hair is mussed from having run his hands through it multiple times. for some reason, it helped him concentrate to run his fingers through his hair or rest his chin in the middle of his palm.
touching his face in general, now that he was thinking about it.
whatever he was writing down is accidentally scratched through when jack's voice hits his ears. bright blue yes glance up to the other figure, wondering how long he'd been standing there without notice.
tightness squeezes through his chest. slowly, a smile stretches on his lips and, as tended to happen when jack was around, hawke found himself completely speechless. there were so, so many times when self doubt crept in to bring the world crashing down around him but, jack? jack was what grounded him the most, reminding him about life beyond the studio and beyond the tour bus.
" i, uh, " heat crept up his neck and flushed his cheeks. hawke hugs the guitar to his chest in an effort to try and hide the stupid smile that finally took form. " i can honestly say the same. i'm most comfortable with you. "
despite the parts of his life he was too scared to share, jack was one of the few places hawke felt like he could be himself outside of the rest of the band. not that lyra needed to hear that or she might throttle them both.
ellie @secondhandmckie sent, [ GIVE ] sender greets with receiver with a gift. - From Ellie (it's probably just food BUT)
it'd been a long day of shooting for their latest music video. despite using audio tracks to play over their movements, as opposed to singing all day long, the back of the siren's voice felt like he'd been swallowing sandpaper all day. exhaustion made every single muscle feel like it weighed an extra ten pounds. he hadn't even thought of food before climbing into the shower, tossing on a pair of sweatpants, and stretching out across the expanse of his black leather couch.
at least it was over. three days of fourteen hour shoots did not leave much room for anything outside of breathing, showering, downing a lot of coffee, and then starting all over again the next morning.
a sound perked up his head. blinking through the sleep, hawke could see the flicker of the television across the strip of rug he'd focused on. eyebrows pinched together. what day was it?
the singer still hadn't answered that question by the time he'd made it to the front door and swung it open. curved fingers attempt ( and fail ) to rub the sleep from his eyes.
" el? " the shift is damn near instant. a tension he hadn't even felt melts away from his muscles at the sight before him. a sleepy shift has him leaning a fraction of his weight against the door before a voice at the back of his mind shouts to take the white plastic bag the nurse was holding out before her. " oh shit, " he perks up with an energetic slap. " come in. what fuckin' time is it? " not that there was a clock in sight to answer that question. hawke would have to look at his phone.
the door is pushed open and the blonde steps off to the side to make space for her to walk through, if she wanted.
@softersinned said, ❝ you’re doing well. you’re just discouraged and tired. ❞
usually, the time between tours was a different kind of stress. everyone was throwing themselves at their creativity to make something of all the notes they'd jotted and songs they'd started while on the road. this was a time for polishing, digging deep, and rounding everything out. it was a time to ground down, reconnect, and regroup.
hawke was always torn because it was also the time when all the self doubt crept back in. memories from screaming fans haunted the darkness behind his eyelids, making him wonder whether or not their connection to the music was real.
both cody and lyra tried to explain that the magic weaved into his voice wasn't very strong. they could feel it. they could sense it. no matter how many times they tried to ease his anxiety, however, it ended up just making his mind go down a completely different path.
when astoria whirled into his life, however, it was a little easier to listen. she'd come from the outside with no reason to sugarcoat what was happening ( or not ) with his voice. with her help, he'd been inspired to take a little bit of ocean water and make a protective talisman out of it. a small hook was embedded into the corked lid so it could hang from a leather cork, right at the hollow of his neck. a small sea shell was trapped inside with a few flecks of gold to aid in prosperity.
touching it helped him feel the hum of energy that vibrated. in turn, he'd smile at the memory of a spell completed. yes, he'd had to use his voice in order to direct the magic where it was supposed to do but it was nothing like the tendrils he couldn't help but wrap in song.
but this? what they were working on at the moment? had the singer throwing his hands into the air and diving head first into the nearby couch. sweat beaded along his brow from the effort to control the energy of the spell. thin tendrils weaved between his fingers only to slip back away as if retreating from his touch. the concept was there yet just out of reach.
as much as he hated his voice, hawke couldn't help thinking that if he used it in this instance, the result would be instant.
" i'm just regretting not taking the family help when they offered it. but, i had no idea who they were. " the plastic lid is twisted from the water bottle and tossed down at the floor with all the energy of a pouting five year old. " every time i think i hate magic and want to stop, someone reminds me how useful it is. then i hate that i have a hard time controlling it. i hate that it makes me question the integrity of literally everything in my life. "
there are different types of magic that can be infused into a siren's song. the voice is simply a vessel for the magic, so to speak.
some can incite lust. others can act as a form of mind control, like the old tales of sailors being dragged down into the sea. there are also those that are able to heal with their voices.
hawke's magic stems from mind control but 1) he's got no idea what he's doing so it's not very strong and 2) what he doesn't realize is the effect is over as soon as the song ends. his voice may have helped get people's attention, just like the spells other members cast, but in the end it really is the talent that keeps people listening.
