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Can we start a RP?
Please?
Whoops, I just realized I still had drafts here. I AM WORKING ON THEM RIGHT NOW
no but seriously I am so sorry for keeping you all waiting for so long
@sheissyrena, @thcfairest
Closed Starter for *sheissyrena*
@sheissyrena
His was a lonely life. He did not quite remember when it had begun. Once, there had been laughter and other voices, he recalled, movement and life around him, but also blood and death. Then, he had been separated from his kin - or had he chosen to leave? - and ever since, he was roaming the wide, deep ocean, ever alone, ever speaking to himself, if only to hear at least a living being.
Maybe that is what had drawn him to the island. Miles away from the shallow bays, he had already heard splattering, splashing, living. It had attracted him, like light attracted moths. With slow sweeps of his tail, he followed the sandy ground upwards, to a deserted beach, on a safe distance from the sounds and the laughter and the boats. Though he was curious about the land-dwellers, he felt an instinctive fear for them too.
When he was certain no one was near, he carefully broke through the surface. The sun warmed his cold skin. What a wonderful world this must be! And how vibrant it was! There were songs in the air from the creatures that seemed to swim in the thin sky, and a sweet scent filled his nostrils. How peaceful it was! Maybe if he could stretch himself on the rocks for just a few moments...
So the purpose of this meme is to give a little info on your muses without having to rely on others to fill your ask with meme questions. I know how disappointing it can be to come back to an empty ask so I wanted to create a meme that anyone and everyone can do (mun and muse).
The rules are simple, you do not need to be tagged to fill out the questions, but once you have you must repost and tag 12 of your followers to spread the love. You can fill it out as many times as your heart desires (we all know muses can change with their character development.)
I was tagged by @sheissyrena
And I’m tagging: @hawkeyeagentbarton @ithinkmyskullburns @wxrriorecho @karinaxndfriends
10 QUESTIONS
1. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE WORD?
"Eat. I’m a simple guy.”
2. WHAT IS YOUR LEAST FAVORITE WORD?
“Can’t.”
3. WHAT TURNS YOU ON?
“Hot chicks.”
4. WHAT TURNS YOU OFF?
“Snobby chicks, or ones who turn out to be demons or somethin’ like that.”
5. WHAT SOUND DO YOU LOVE?
“Rain on the roof of the impala.”
6. WHAT SOUND DO YOU HATE?
“My brother’s snoring.”
7. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE CURSE WORD?
“Never picked a favorite.”
8. WHAT PROFESSION OTHER THAN YOURS WOULD YOU LIKE TO ATTEMPT?
"Firefighter.”
9. WHAT PROFESSION WOULD YOU NOT LIKE TO DO?
“I’d really hate to be stuck in an office all day.”
10. IF HEAVEN EXISTS, WHAT WOULD YOU LIKE TO HEAR GOD(S) SAY WHEN YOU ARRIVE AT THE PEARLY GATES?
“No comment.”
BONUS QUESTIONS
1. SOMETHING MOST PEOPLE DON’T KNOW ABOUT YOU?
“When I was a kid, I wanted to grow up to be Indiana Jones.”
2. SEXUAL PREFERENCE?
“Women.”
3. WHAT POSITION DO YOU SLEEP IN?
“On my stomach, usually. Whatever’s comfortable.” Just not my back.
4. WHAT IF SOMEONE TOLD YOU…YOU HAD TO LOSE, JUST THIS ONE TIME?
“Not an option if it costs me Sammy.”
5. GREATEST FEAR?
“Again, no comment.”
6. IF YOU COULD LEAVE ONE THING TO BE REMEMBERED BY, WHAT WOULD IT BE?
“No one’s gonna remember me.”
7. WHAT’S YOUR MIDDLE NAME?
“Henry, after my grandfather.”
❛ She is nothing like us. Why H E R ? ❜ ❛ I LIKED her … which is more than I can say about YOU. ❜ For WEEKS she chased different leads, running into dead-ends & traps, all for this unnamed mermaid she cared too much about. It had been exhausting & there were often times she questioned her own intentions. Their friendship had been suspicious to fellow sirens, deemed inappropriate for someone of her standing. After all, this one did not follow through with the tradition of eating men. She did not participate in harvesting souls for the locker. Often there had been talk of casting her out completely. They devalued her, calling her WEAK & worthless, anything other than an actual NAME … but in secret, the WHITE CAP QUEEN called her F R I E N D. Guilt & GRIEF weighing upon shoulders, Tamara sat down beside a fountain, eyes aimlessly searching the crowd for long, dark chocolate hair. Although she was tired & her days on land were numbered, her quest was not over. She would not give up ... not until she learned what became of her handmaiden. Despite what many said, it was NOT time wasted ! After several minutes of rest, she rose to stretch her lower limbs & rid herself of weariness. When she turned to glance at the trickling water one last time, a familiar face was seen on the other side, staring right back at her. Wide-eyed in disbelief, the siren queen ( now under HUMAN disguise ) stepped around to meet her. ❛ You're ALIVE. ❜ She breathed with relief. ❛ It's ME ... Tamara. ❜
❀ @sheissyrena liked for a starter!
Having grown up on Tortuga, Anamaria was accustomed to the strange and proliferous sights and smells of the pirate haven; it was a port unlike any other, after all. And when word had reached her father’s shop of a pirate crew setting up a unique ‘exhibit’ in the streets, she had been curious enough to investigate for herself.
She wasn’t prepared, however, for what she was about to find.
Pushing her way through the crowds, knife and pistol stowed away securely in her belt, she made her way towards the tent, craning over the shoulder of one particularly bulky pirate to catch sight of a large tank and a fin. Brow furrowing, she barged her way past, only to be stopped by one of the crew, holding out his hand as though expecting payment. Anamaria thought to resist, but sense prevailed and, with a scowl, she reached into her pocket and shoved a coin into the man’s hand. As she stepped forward, her blood ran cold.
The creature ( did mermaids really exist? ) certainly seemed in a great deal of distress, although Anamaria’s attention was immediately caught by the pirates gathered around her, leering at her as though she were a spectacle. Anger roiled within her at the sight and, without giving much thought to the consequences, she pulled the knife from her belt and shoved one of the pirates closest to the mermaid away.
‟ Get away from her! ”
@sheissyrena
The mermaids had zeroed in on their first kill of the night, a lone fisherman who had been caught in a recent storm and who now found himself lost and drifting too close to MERMAID TERRITORY. Getting the man into the water was easy enough given the smaller size of the boat. All it would take was a simple leap from the water followed by a quick snatch and he was done for, but instead of calling on the attack, Marina brought the pod to a stop, her head protruding the water’s surface to get a better look of the sailor who, as of yet, was still unaware of the impeding dangers he faced. She turned to face the rest of the pod who were still waiting for her command, but her eyes immediately rested on one and one alone:
-- -- the unnamed mermaid.
❝ YOU, ❞ she called. ❝ -- Let us see you lure the hunt into the water. ❞
The others knew then why Marina had insisted on bringing her along when it was common knowledge that this one was a LOST CAUSE, and one who would bring nothing to the community with her SOFTNESS. It was supposed to be a way of giving her a chance to prove herself, and to send her on her way to finally earning a name and place within the pod.
In Which Things Not Supposed to Happen Happens
sheissyrena :: starter call :: verse:main
No.
No, it was not supposed to happen like this. Where was the knight? Where was the horse and the glorious arrival of rescue? And who was this... un-knightly stranger?
The Princess sobbed, face deeply buried in manicured hands. “Ah, woe is me, for I am in great distress! I have lost my knight, and now I shall perish in the hands of this woman!”
