#grove.event001

[layla-ace]

   layla is not aware of the song her voice softly sings, dancing through the night barely a whisper. the full moon sparkled off the pool water perfectly, the glow setting a calming ambience around her, candles also contributing to the distraction of her from realizing the siren song that left her lips. she was prohibited to her pool in her backyard the full moon temporarily getting rid of her legs but it is way better than being confined to a bathtub. in her foster home, she had to suffer countless hours crammed into the small space, mermaid tail not even able to be covered in water. now layla had all this room to swim freely but she found herself extremely lonely. it’s what she considers to be the worst part of the full moon, the loneliness that consumes her driving the need to touch anyone or anything. she usual can control her needs and consider them just wants but the full moon seemingly makes everything opposite for her. layla floats on her back imagining the ripples of the water as hands dancing over her body, the sound of her garden gate squeaking snapping her out of the trance

  there isn’t anymore singing coming from her lips, layla is silently moving to the walls of the pool, shielding herself from anyone’s view. though is that what she really wanted to do ?? no, she really wants is to see who the stranger that found themselves in her presence was and if they were aware they were her cure for the night. ❝ w-who is there ?? ❞ her voice is small and soft but echos through the quiet night. being a mermaid was a secret she kept well, only letting some know the truth, and now whoever standing in her backyard has the possibility of knowing her secret as well. ❝ you shouldn’t be here !! i-i’m naked !! and i have a very angry pitbull that could probably rip your face off. ❞ a lie. tank was snoozing softly in his dog bed inside the home and would never hurt anyone. alas, it was an attempt to drive them away. 

[kingsgrovehq]

grove.event001

FULL MOON EVENT --- may 27 to june 6.  

 june’s strawberry moon is more threatening than it sounds ----  no matter how hard they fight it,  werewolves endure their transformation for the night,  demons experience a surge of dark energy and thrive,  merfolk are confined to their tail until the moon fades in the morning,  shapeshifters’ abilities are temporarily barred,  ghosts find themselves flickering in and out between previous solid form and their normal state,  faeries find their glamour barred,  and witches harness the full moon’s power for spells and rituals.  there’s a recommended curfew,  but a few locals of king’s grove have planned a gathering on the beach to watch the moon rise over the sea,  and we hope to see them safe at home in the morning.  

is your character affected by the full moon ?  do they fear those who are ?  do they venture outside tentatively or flippantly do as they please ?  

alright writers — our first event is here ! please tag all threads pertaining to this event as grove.event001,  and remember to tag any potential triggers listed here.  have fun plotting,  and have a happy full moon !  

[huntser]

𝙨𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙩 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡 𝙤𝙛 𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝 ! 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙪𝙡𝙡 𝙢𝙤𝙤𝙣 𝙝𝙖𝙨 𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙙

               pythia has not prepared prophet,  harbinger of death,  doomed to suffer.  no hope for a withered soul,  broken down  &  battered from years of recanting hymns of death.  heart is worn  &  shattered,  mind a whirlwind of visions  &  dying breaths.  how can a child take on the mantle?  listen as the reaper whispers sweet soliloquies  &  saccharine prose,  teeth gnash together,  assaulted by another scene.  whiplash to her brain,  fingers digging desperately at skull.                  body could not leave bed,  aunt called in school  &  work,  giving them enough information to excuse.  she had done all she could to soothe her niece,  though teas  &  lullabies could not dissuade the visions from taking again  &  again.  sleep evades her  &  exhaustion sets in circles beneath her eyes,  a corpse herself she knows this is what she looks like.  when knuckles rap on her door,  she does not move,  just a quiet murmur of acceptance  &  dejection.   ❝  don’t judge me okay,  really not doing so great right now.  ❞     

[spectores]

【９１１　？　　ｔｈｅｒｅ＇ｓ　ａ　ｆｕｌｌ　ｍｏｏｎ　！】

@failingbutrecovering​

               panic in eyes warm  &  sweet,  body stumbling through streets in confusion,  pain permanent upon features as realization hits.  she’s alone again,  stuck in a limbo she cannot escape.  throat sore from screaming,  dejection in every tone,  resorted to whispers of reassurance to self as she once again passes by another human unnoticed.  fear is the only thing left as emotions roar,  objects being thrown behind her.  fingers twist  &  play,  whittling down fabric  &  lace of clothing,  hues scanning area before turning back to ground.                 presence she knows,  someone calling out for the ghost?  head on a swivel,  stumbling more as she tries to pinpoint location,  but everything is in disarray.  when body comes in contact with tree,  she knows she’s visible once more,  &  they are now in eyesight.   ❝  ethan?  ethan!  i’m here!  ❞   at a full sprint now as her person collides with his,  arms wrapped tightly around neck. 

[artemisthehunted]

to lose focus in the dead of night.

This full moon wasn’t about to be any different than the one before. The Lovejoys have been holding monthly seances since the dawn of time, things rarely went wrong and Artemis wasn’t about to be the main cause of a night gone awry. 

It had taken a week to prepare at least, but then again, it always had. However, this one was going to be slightly different than the last. However, she was much less focused this time around than any other time that they had done this. In fact, Artemis was just focused on getting everything ready, making sure offerings were set out for their patrons and crystals were being cleansed under the light of the moon. It was hard to focus on something when there were a million other thoughts dancing around her brain.

She had questions she wanted to ask. They were mostly for her grandparents and she’d written them over the course of the month--like she did most time--but these were slightly different and more personal. Sometimes she felt like her ‘visions’ blinded her, or tricked her into seeing things she couldn’t quite believe so these questions sat in the back of her mind as her brother, sister, parents and Tyler held around the sigils drawn unto their floor.

Artemis knew she had to be focused, that things could go wrong quite quickly if any of them weren’t paying attention... And she... hadn’t been paying attention.

Eyes grew wide at the sight in front of her, aura glowing a fiery red-orange. She was unable to make out their face, panic ensuing in her family as they too saw the being. Words rang out of their mouth: “you cannot escape me.” Artemis’s heart beat wildly, the same words having come out of the mouth of a man she once knew.

She stood still as her family struggled to close the séance, to dismiss the soul that had intruded on their ritual. She couldn’t help, she was paralyzed, wide eyes watering, swallowing hard.

It wasn’t enough that he had ‘mysteriously’ passed away, that the man had haunted her nightmares since the night he last touched her. But now, he was showing up from beyond the grave... 

[aapollocalypse]

@unmistakablextwilight​

He’s be lying if he said he didn’t love seeing the town in chaos. It was probably his absolute favourite part of any full moon, even more than the seance his family held every month. Sure, seeing dead family members was fun, but God, nothing beat being able to watch--and add to--the necessary mess that would become the night.

He was free, at least until the moon was at ‘its peak’ or whatever time Artemis had scheduled for them to start. He didn’t understand why she got to take care of everything, considering he was a pretty responsible guy. Never late, always right on time. 

“You ready?” question aimed at his friend, a smirk on his face. If Enzo had arrived any sooner, he’d have to wait and if he’d shown up any later then Enzo would’ve been waiting. He was punctual (mostly). “Tell me you have a plan. I couldn’t even fuckin think of anything ‘cause everyone was talking at me.” His family rarely talked to him, but that was because Apollo rarely bothered to pay attention.