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[iceemoondemon]

For some reason my first batch of Spooky Month OCs aren't showing up in my tag feed

Idek what's happening, is anyone having the same issue? Because i wanna see my three rebranded OCs so bad Q_Q

[moonstonexgallery]

Lets get it y'all

We got some more shit about Rosalyn, Temperance, Beatrice, Darcie, and Sheldon

They are Localmotivators.

Localmotivators are these humanoid like beings with train features.

Localmotivators are conductors with a deadly side, once hostile, you know there is no turning back

Localmotivators influences: The TF2 robot girls, Murder Drones, and Thomas the Tank Engine

Now for some fun little things about one of the favorite local motive conductor

Temperance/Cecilia 🚂⚙️

- She has a MASSIVE crush on Sapphira

- She loves pop music

- She's only happy, and lighthearted to all passengers unless someone is down to DIE

- Even Rosalyn thinks of Temperance as a ball of sunshine with a deadly flame

- Temperance loves rabbits, hence why she has a pet rabbit named Thomas (As in Thomas the Tank Engine)

- Her favorite Sanrio character is Pochacco

- Temperance feels strong emotions when she's with her pals, and when she's with Sapphira

- Her blood is blue

- She has heterochromia (Her eyes are blue, and yellow)

- Her favorite fruit is an apple

- She loves decorating, she has tones of decorations in her closet depending on what season it is (Pride Month, Halloween, Valentines Day, Christmas, Easter, you name it)

- She is fluent in both Japanese, and French

- She loves to sing while at work, she even sings to annoy the fuck out of Sheldon, but Sheldon doesn't mind it, as long as she doesn't do it too much since it distracts her.

- Her favorite colors are blue, lime green, black, and orange

- Her favorite song is "HEARTS" by SUPXR.

Darcie 💚😏

- She doesn't really give a shit about the job, she just does it because of praise

- Her favorite song is "American Idiot" by Green Day

- Darcie would sometimes ragebait Rosalyn, but not too much

- Her favorite pokemon is Raichu

- She likes Halloween because her friend Kamari introduced her to the holiday and all

- Her favorite show is Bunny Maloney

- She smugs when a depraved passenger is getting brutally murdered by Rosalyn, Sheldon, or Temperance

- She has one weapon... **A SWORD-**

- She likes to watch anime

- Her favorite games: TF2, Yume Nikki, and Cry of Fear

[invadericee]

Why do I wanna spoil my own fic like why?

Ok small spoiler but Jo and Cal are both originally from north carolina

There that's all you get lol

[invadericee]

Ok so I'm thinking about going back to writing the muse!!

I've had a hard time recently but I wanna keep writing

The thing that is killing me is that I came up with a great joke awhile a go and I can't remember what it is for the life of me!

Rip

[invadericee]

Cal's flight from Atlanta to LA was 5 hours

How do I know?

I'm about to land in LA and it took 5 hours.

I do my research for my fics lol

This post is brought to you by shitty in flight wifi

[invadericee]

The Muse, Chapter One

(Yeah I know shit title probably will change in the future)

This is the first chapter of the long-awaited chapter of my oc Calliope (Cal) Giovanni and her adventures becoming the costume designer of big time rush.

(This is cross-posted on AO3 as well. It will be my first fic over there, I usually only read on AO3, lol.)

Is this cringe? Fuck yeah it is.

Tw: this fic will cover some darker topics like stalking, (past) SA, bullying, gender dysphoria, ableism, and just overall trauma. (Not really in the first chapter tho)

(Wow, yeah, I tooooootally don't project onto my characters with my own shit /sarc)

I can't believe that I will probably never be going back. But, in all honesty, why would I want to go back?

Calliope walked through the doors of the famous Palmwoods and sighed. Thankfully, there wasn't much happening. Carmen, Cal's mom, followed her to the front desk, carrying their bags.

The man at the desk was engrossed in whatever he was on his computer. The nameplate read "Bitters." Cal giggled to herself.

Man, that's an unfortunate last name. Cal thought.

She had to ring the bell to get his attention.

"Welcome to the Palmwoods!" Bitters said with a somewhat forced smile.

"I can take care of stuff here, honey. You go look around. You can take those off, it's not that loud." Cal's mom said gesturing to the headphones she was wearing.

Honestly, Cal forgot she was even wearing them. She hadn't taken them off since they got to the airport in Atlanta. She slipped them off and kept them around her neck. It was quiet—almost too quiet—like the calm before the storm.

Cal's eyes darted across the room. There wasn't much to look at, but it was all new. She knew it would take her some time before this place felt like home. She desperately searched the lobby for something, anything to focus on.

It was then that her eyes fell on a smiling blonde girl who was walking towards her. They made eye contact. It hurt. Eye contact always hurts. Cal looked down at her chunky black boots.

"Hi! I'm Jo! You must be new, I can show you around if you'd like?" The blonde girl said.

Shit. I have to look her in the eyes again. Cal thought as she looked at Jo.

"I'm Cal, yeah I think I would love to be shown around."

Fuuuuuck that was awkward as shit. Nice one Calliope.

She tucked a bit of her green hair behind her ear and smiled.

"So what brings you to LA? Are you an actress?" Jo asked.

"Costume designer actually, I can't believe I got this job! I'm now the new designer for this up-and-coming band. I don't know if you've heard of them, they're called Big Ti-" Before Cal could even finish her sentence four arguing teenage boys exited the elevator.

"I'm just saying that if they're real, how come we never see baby pigeons?" Asked the one that was wearing a helmet for some reason.

The other three looked distressed. "CARLOS! FOR THE LAST TIME BIRDS ARE REAL!" The rest of the guys yelled in unison.

Jo was laughing, "Big Time Rush huh? Well, Cal congratulations! Those four idiots are who you're gonna be working with."

They continued arguing, three of the four at least, one of them seemed distracted. He was looking right at Cal; his big brown eyes wide in astonishment. Cal had no idea why. Maybe it was her massive eyeliner or her black lipstick? Cal was used to people starring, but that was normally in disgust or confusion, hell, even fear. She thought back to the time a mom pulled her two small children away from her at the grocery store.

Cal often had a hard time differentiating between facial expressions, but the face this guy was making was definitely in admiration.

He blinked a few times, smiled, and walked over to Cal and Jo. "Hey, I'm James. I'm in a band," he said in a flirtatious tone.

Cal basically short-circuited.

"And you are...?" He asked.

"Tired." Was the best response she could muster.

Cal blinked as she realized what she had just said, "Of fuck-Uh-I mean my name is Cal."

Great first impression, dipshit...

"It is a pleasure to meet you, Cal. Hopefully, I will see you around." James continued.

"It was lovely meeting all of yall, see you around!" Cal said as she headed to the elevator dragging her suitcase behind her.

Hundreds of thoughts were flowing through her mind as she made it to 2H.

It was small, but it was still definitely an upgrade from their Atlanta apartment.

Her eyelids felt like lead. Head throbbing, she kicked off her boots and flopped down on her new bed. Cal was out cold within a few seconds of hitting the mattress.

"That doesn't sound like something he would do Callie...are you sure you're not just attention seeking?"

Hot tears ran down Cal's face, fogging up her glasses, "Are you fucking serious?" She said in an even calculated tone.

Cal brought her bloodshot eyes up to meet those of her best friend. Cal felt as if her chest was going to explode. Her heart was racing.

"You don't believe me?"

Then something snapped like a rubber band that had been stretched too thin. Cal screamed as her fist connected with her so-called best friend's face.

Cal gasped for air as she sat straight up in bed.

"AH FUCK-"

Cal clutched her side as a shockwave of pain radiated through her chest. She quickly put her glasses back on and looked at her phone.

4:35 AM

She groaned as she threw her phone back down on the bed.

Cal tip-toed to the bathroom as quietly as humanly possible in hopes of not waking up their mom. They knew that tomorrow would be her first day at the new hospital. She needed all the rest she could get. Cal was still amazed that her mom not only agreed to move to the opposite coast but was able to find a hospital that needed another ER nurse.

It wasn't like moving was a spur-of-the-moment decision. Cal and their mom had corresponded with Kelly Wainwright for a few months after some of the guys found Cal's work online. The band had had some trouble in the past with costuming, apparently. Kelly was amazing, she had orchestrated everything.

Cal carefully removed their shirt and binder, wincing.

"Fuck" Cal whispered looking in the mirror.

Her ribs were bruised.

They stared at their reflection; she had changed so much over the past year. Her old self probably wouldn't even recognize them. Old Cal would have been jealous of their green hair and dark makeup.

They still had the same eyes, a brownish-green like moss on the side of a tree. The only difference is how tired they looked now. It was a stark contrast to the bright and optimistic eyes of their younger self. Full of hope and innocence, unaware of the cruelty that was yet to come.

Cal blinked away the tears that had formed while they stood topless in the bathroom. They slowly removed their smudged makeup and took a few advil. She threw her shirt back on and trudged back to her new room.

She was exhausted; tomorrow was a big day. First day at Rocque Records. First day of her new life.

She just hoped that she wouldn't make a fool of herself.

[invadericee]

Would anyone like to be tagged when I release the first chapter of my BTR fic with Cal?

Like genuinely, would yall like to be tagged?

If so please let me know on this post, it will also be in my tag "#icee writes" which is where I also have my PJO fics. Those are from my side RP accounts but they're still me.

Also about the title, I'm thinking of calling it "My Muse" or "The Muse" or something similar because of Cal's full name Calliope.

Thanks!

[totally-not-a-mermaid]

Fish Out of Water (Part One)

Tw: Cursing, Vivid Descriptions of Gore

Four years. It had been four years since that day when Cordelia's life changed forever.

Cordi sat on the same beach where she was found as an infant. She was shaking; her knees tucked into her chest as she stared out at the crystal blue waters of Honolulu. She was looking at her hands.

How did I do that? She thought, remembering all the bottles and faucets exploding in her foster mom's rental property.

Tears welled up in Cordelis's eyes, "I-I didn't mean to-" she said in a quiet shakey voice.

When it happened, she grabbed her bag and ran. She had no idea where she was running but always seemed to find herself at that same beach. She could still hear the police sirens in the distance.

Her face still stung from where her foster mom slapped her; her throat was still sore from screaming.

I didn't mean to hurt her, I just got so mad

Just an hour ago her foster mother had yelled at her for some reason, honestly, Cordi couldn't remember.

What happened next would live in her nightmares for the rest of her life.

"I didn't mean to kill her," Cordi whispered to herself, letting the tears fall.

Somehow, she made her foster mom's blood boil. Literally. She remembered how fast she started to sweat. How fast her skin turned red, like a freshly steamed lobster. Cordelia will never be able to get the image of her foster mom's head exploding out of her mind. She wanted to throw up. She tried to run away, but she was on an island.

She thought about swimming but where to? She was a strong swimmer but not strong enough to cross the Pacific. She put her head in her hands and cried.

This is it. I'm going to spend the rest of my life in prison for an accident.

All of a sudden, she heard footsteps approaching. She looked up and was treated by a middle-aged man wearing a fishing hat. He sat down beside her.

"Been a long day?' He asked, he seemed so familiar but Cordi couldn't place it.

"Yeah, long day"

"It will get better, Cordelia." He said with a warm smile.

"How did you-" Cordelia was cut off by the strange and familiar man.

"Cordelia. Beautiful name. Daughter of the Sea. It's fairly fitting, wouldn't you agree?" He said as he gazed out at the crashing waves.

Cordi remained silent.

"I have a task for you, Cordelia." He reached into his vest pocket and pulled out a necklace and an envelope.

"I need you to take this to my son, Percy Jackson, in Manhattan." He handed her the envelope. It was sealed with deep blue wax stamped with a trident. "This will lead you to him. It will glow the closer you are." He also handed her the necklace. It was a sliver chain with a blue crystal.

"Manhattan?! That's like 5,000 miles away?! How am I supposed to get there?" Cordi asked.

The strange man continued, "There's a boat leaving for Los Angeles in 4 hours. Get on it. Once you're there, you will take a bus. Do not fly. The skies aren't kind. Stay near the water, if you need help, it will come to your aid. Percy will answer all of your questions."

The police sirens intensified. "What about the cops? Won't they come for me?" She asked, not sure why she trusted this man, but she did. There was something about him that made her believe that she had to go on this cross-country mission.

"Oh don't worry about them. I will take care of it." He handed her some cash that just happened to appear in his vest pocket.

"Don't forget. Find Percy, tell him that his father sent you. Good luck child." He got up without a second word and walked into the waves.

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