#musis muses

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@givethispromptatry "Thanks, Enrique." Violet murmered to the manager in the otherwise empty store. "Yeah, yeah, just make sure to be back

@givethispromptatry @sebsterianart @holygoddessofvictory alternate ending of the linked post with a bit of a different perspective. Side note: the part in Italian. It's supposed to mean "Those who are made can be unmade."

Jasper knew he didn't have the best luck. Always in the wrong place at the wrong time, whether the wrong of it was caused by him or not.

So, here he was. Once again. Suspended in the air by his favorite hero and his favorite enemy, the ever peppy 'Luna Lift'.

She'd met his bright greeting with sarcasm and a place in the sky.

He sighed as she pinned down the muggers with ease.

"Please wait to make a report with the police." She pulled out her phone

"Hey! You said you'd let me down after you took care of them!" He reminded her.

She looked up from her phone and set it to mute, "They aren't taken care of unti-"

Jasper's attention was taken away from her reasoning by a glint of metal. "Look out!"

"You can't dist-"

The 'victim' stood smug behind her.

The knife they pulled stuck out of her side.

"Bout time you really felt how much of a pain you've been."

Jasper felt himself drop a foot as Luna dropped to her knees.

The muggers got up to run. The attacker stayed.

They walked around and lifted her face to meet their eyes. "Our boss sends their regards. Quelli che sono fatti possono essere disfatti."

Jasper didn't understand what that meant. What he did understand was the fact he was now shakily decending.

Looking between the hero and the - he really wanted to call them an idiot but considering their current status it wouldn't be accurate- he considered his options.

He was still relatively high up.

There was a chance he could reach the ground safely. The attacker would get away and she might die

There was a chance she lost control. Then both of them were dead and the attacker got away.

.... There was a chance, right now, for him to do the thing he promised himself he never would. They'd survive, hopefully, and maybe the attacker wouldn't get away.

Okay. Option three it is.

He focused on Luna, on the power keeping him up, and probably helping keep her wound closed.

He snapped his fingers.

He started to fall, only to stop. The feeling of a power that wasn't his own tentatively holding him in place.

This was new.

The attacker's grin widened at her surprised expression. Then, they slammed to the ground.

Jasper hissed through his teeth and said, Yikes. Okay. That was definitely more force than I meant to use."

"You-" Luna glared at him as she held her side.

He moved himself to the ground in a series of short jolts. "I will fully apologize later. Like, after this person gets arrested and you get an ambulance later."

"Give me my power back."

He looked sheepish, "That's more complicated, I'll explain when I apologize. But first-" He picked up her phone from where she dropped it and turned the microphone on- "Yes, hello, this is Jasper Perro. My friend was just stabbed in the alley left of the Dime Mine store on East Beaumont. I- Yes, please send medical help- I managed to subdue the attacker but they had a couple helpers that got away. I'm sorry I didn't get a good look at them, but one was worried about breaking parole? Of course I'll stay on the line. Thank you so so much."

"Friend?" She asked.

Shaking his head he said, "Save your energy... I know it's not something you'd call me. Don't worry about it."

Sirens in the distance assured him that she wouldn't have time to think too hard about it.

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Noir

Of power followed and flags ignored

The second in command accord-

-ing to the one that she adored

Though they adored her not

Of lies and stolen placement names

Of jealousy and loves remains

Of loyalty past all the pains

Her power bring her rot

Of neglect and manipulation

An emotion infestation

To bring about the placation

Of workers for the 'queen'

Of broken hearts and vagabonds

In darkest nights that lead to dawns

Only she herself could break her bonds

For she's the one who placed them.

Of empathy and enabling

To bring the impact of the voice that sing

Regardless of the pain it it bring

To Empath and the victim

And when there is no singer left

No more notes of either cleff

Does she dare gaze to the depth

Of her actions past?

Does she finally throw away

The love that did so try to stay

And find inside of the array

The trauma she repressed?

Or does she cling so desperately

To the love that keeps her from being free

The love she knew could never be

And yet still to it she clung

But perhaps her future holds some hope

Perhaps someone lets down a rope

For her to climb instead of mope

And escape the well she dug

Of freedom followed and new flags waved

Another path before her paved

Or maybe to the hollowness caved

She chooses her own plot

Perhaps she'll leave the not to rot

@sebsterianart @givethispromptatry @holygoddessofvictory figured since I wrote Serephina's I might write the empath that works with her

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Mentally collapsed and exhausted supervillain, hero and villain have some bond and are trying to save each other?

Okay this was a prompt someone sent @whump-me-all-night-long and I saw @gingerly-writing 's reblog of it. (Their version was great BTW check it out) And immediately I wanted to write something for it myself. So Au of my superhero story set before Rita would have become a hero. Have fun! @sebsterianart @givethispromptatry @holygoddessofvictory

Here-tech glanced down both hallways and reached past the bars at the edge of their cell, trying to reach the keypad.

"It's too far away." Rita mumbled from her perch on the bed. "He has it set up so only someone who has stretchy powers could reach it."

"Well I don't see you using your powers to get us out of here!" The hero, Lighter, spoke up.

Rita curled up into herself. "I can't. I'd only be able to take myself. I can't bring anything living- I've tried."

"Then why not run away yourself?" Lighter, seethed, "It's not like it's a foreign concept to you!"

She flinched.

"Hate to interrupt your rousing argument 72, but now that Chris knows she hid us from him, do you really think running would do anything for her?" Here-tech pondered, tapping their arm.

"What are you talking about?! She worked for him! Why would she-"

Rita cut her off, "Because I have compassion, Ms. High-and-mighty hero! He's right. I didn't tell him when I found you. I didn't- I don't want to see anyone else die."

Lighter, Edana, leaned back and refocused on Here-tech, "And you! Dr. Lovaine! You call that monster by his name! The least you could do is use mine as well!"

They sighed, "I call Chris by his name because he was a rousing success. You, 72, are still the petulant child and will be treated as such."

"Success?! He's going to kill us!"

A frown creeped across Dr. Lovaine's face. "Yes, even successful plans have their unforseen consequences."

"The project was created to make better heroes."

"The project was made to make artificial healers. When that proved impossible, I put my own goals into play."

"Your goals? You wanted this to happen?!"

"Will you two shut the fuck up already?" Rita slid to the edge of the bed, "It doesn't matter what caused us to be here. We don't want to attract his attention before I can get us out of here."

The other two looked at her.

"You get us out of here?" Edana began-

"So you finally realized what an idiot you've been?" Dr. Lovaine cut in.

Rita glared at them, "Yes and yes. But first, shush."

Footsteps resounded from down the hall, getting louder, before fading again down a side path.

"He's taunting us." Edana stated.

"Oh so you just picked up on that?" Dr. Lovaine rolled their eyes.

Rita ignored the two and dove into her shadow, reammerging from another one down the hall.

She walked upto the keypad and took a deep breath.

"Here's to hoping he didn't change the pass code already."

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Serephina

What do you want to see?

Let me sing a tune and show it

Just come along and follow me

You'll see it's real, you'll know it

No, you don't?

My mistake

Then with my tune your nightmares make

You will believe that they're not fake

With Noir's emotional guidance

You'll follow me

You have no choice

You'll know my song

You'll know my voice

You'll come to my call

I will never fall

Your saviors will not succeed

Only to me will you heed

You hear me healer?

You will be mine

Our fates do already entwine

Your protector will to me resign

I will persist

You'll join me

I know it.

You'll be in my grasp

The most precious of toys

The most royal to see

A healer that follows no hero

But instead follows me

Yes, my little rarity

Helix, you I want to see

@givethispromptatry @sebsterianart @holygoddessofvictory a little villain tirade by my mercenary squad runner Serephina. Healers are rare indeed, and almost never on the evil side

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Faye

What do you dream of?

Is it something sweet?

Do the sights you see

Sweep you off your feet?

Do you see the forest ?

Distant with a glow

Have they taken you out there?

Of strings now do you know?

Did your heart fill up with hate

At your life awake?

Are you running from your fate?

Will your string soon fade?

Do you want the perfect life

It's yours within the dream

The waking world is full of strife

Where people fight and scheme

But is the dream truly a dream

As so many say?

Do you think it's what it seems?

Will you cut the string and stay?

And if you choose the perfect life

What do you leave behind?

Your past friends with sorrow rife

Should they find you gone.

For every string comes with a price

Pay to the fae is due

For if you live only in dreams

Your waking life will be through

You'll be awake with the fantasies

But the real world wakes anew

Finding that body will never wake

No more stories will it sew.

So will you fall into the dream?

Leave everything behind?

Or is the strife worth the pain

To the waking world remind

For the offer is only for a time

As it passes the string will fade

But so too will your perfect world

Back to the dream forbade.

So will you choose your wonderland?

Leave your worries behind?

Or is happiness boring

Without some pain inside?

@sebsterianart @givethispromptatry a slight tangential continuation about that character who was afraid of going to sleep because she didn't think she'd want to wake up . Based on a dream I had once.

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Kereana

Greetings bard

What are you hiding?

Behind your hair

What are your eyes finding?

Why do you cover all inches of skin

With foundation and illusion

What do you hide within?

Why do you sing so happily

Of those who destroy

Not those who would free?

Why do you turn away your face

From our aasimar heroes

Are you one of their race?

Do you cover your skin to hide your glow

And would your covered eyes also tell us so?

Are you one of the fallen

Turned away from their light?

I assume a death warrant

Would be truly a plight

But if that is so

Then why do you sing?

Why make a big show?

Though attention it bring?

Why do you chat so openly

With the local loan shark

When you don't share his glee?

And you run

And you circle

But you always come back

Do you like our small town?

Did you cover your track?

Do you owe the mask maker a debt to repay?

Is that why you keep coming back our way?

Or do you simply rejoice in the life of the night?

You have been called a thief

And in dance you delight

Is it true that your eyes bubble like our champagne?

Why do you hide them?

Do they reveal your pain?

Please, no, don't leave now

We love to delight

In your harpsichord harmonies

Til after midnight.

We know that tomorrow

You'll once more take flight

But just for one evening

Play for the moonlight.

@sebsterianart @givethispromptatry another character poem, this one about a dnd character of mine as asked by the perspective of a barhop in the tavern she frequents

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Alex

Who are you?

What are you?

When are you?

Each has an answer in its own place

But there are so many places for you to face

You're a worker, you're a student, you're a reaper

You are closed off, you are broken, you're a keeper

There are constants in the timelines, except when there are not

But usually there's only one that you tend to think is hot

He's a coworker, a fellow student, another reaper

He is open, smiling brightly, he's your keeper

Except when he's not

When you can't get past your issues,

when the timeline miscunstrues

When a tragedy cut what the writer sews

But doesn't that just deepen the plot?

What plot?

When plot?

And who again?

I admit that I can't pretend

When there are so many options in my midst

With you alone, Alex, I find them hard to resist

You're alice in wonderland

Though some adventures are more dull or bland

But with the help of a guiding hand

Each thread gets stitched just as planned

Yes you're so many different things

But when you pluck a story's strings

The result is that it sings

You're not a melody, you're an instrument

So I can make many songs

You're a bit of a guilty pleasure

Built for making sing-alongs

You are you, nomatter what, when, or how

And truly that's all that matters right now.

@givethispromptatry @sebsterianart on my favorite character that I throw pretty much every romance trope at.

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Hannah

A slip of the tongue

To set out a run

A lifetime in a wish

Much travel, some tears

And many many years

I thought, at first, it'd be fun

A whole multiverse!

Where would I be after the first?

What oceans of stories could I fish?

Then came the disconnect

The rules that I elect

No longer rampant can I run

And when I go home

Is it really my home to roam?

Why do I feel alone?

Is there anyone I can trust?

The life I had has gone to rust

I've seen too much

I can't even begin

To explain in what trouble I've been

But I want someone to understand-

I don't want to keep recounting my trauma

I'd rather hear of home's earthbound drama

But I'm seen as a hero, one completely out of touch

I don't want to be a hero

I would love to be a zero

I don't want to be grand

But if home won't accept

Another universe might collect

If I keep going I might find my zone

Or maybe

I'm better alone?

@givethispromptatry @sebsterianart a continuation of my character poems series. This one I find more specific on the emotional side of things than usual, even if it doesn't say what she's been up to physically much