“So yeah, he broke up with me...”
“Why are you looking up?”
“I need to cry, but my foundation was 4,800 jewels!”

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“So yeah, he broke up with me...”
“Why are you looking up?”
“I need to cry, but my foundation was 4,800 jewels!”
“Does anyone want to go out and celebrate Gal-entine’s Day?”
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Send me ‘💍’ for our muses to wake up married after a night of heavy drinking // no longer accepting
Ariel woke up with a splitting headache and tried to remember the night before while also vowing to never drink again. She raised her hand to her head and felt an unexpected coldness and realized she was wearing a ring. Then she saw she wasn’t alone
Trying her best to stay calm, she gently started shaking Jacks shoulder, “Um, Jack do you remember last night.”
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I have made a fair amount of changes to my original Human AU. But many core elements have remained.
Name: Ariel Ramsay Age: 16-27 (dependent on timeline) (first joining guild-final arc) Guild: Blue Pegasus Guild Mark Location: Left shoulder; white Face Claim:
History:
*Parts in italics can be adjusted or plotted further for mun’s with muses involved, but this is how I imagine it would generally play out.
Ariel’s father, Arthur Ramsay, is a small label fashion designer, nothing near the Heart Kreuz popularity status, but well known enough to have a decent following and be successful enough to make a comfortable living. It was never planned, but Ariel ended up being one of the models for her father’s brand since a young age as she would behave on set, but under close supervision to make sure she was never overwhelmed by the cameras. He became very selective of his photography crew as a result of his daughter working for the company.
Years pass and Ariel is still working as a model for her father’s company, Stellar Wool, but is under an exclusive contract. Meaning she can’t model for different clothing brands and must ask permission before accepting photo shoot and interview offers for magazines outside of the company catalog. However, in the mean time she also picked up Fabric Magic that allowed her to manipulate fabrics and threads seamlessly, such as the stitches tightness and looseness. It can be used on the fly to quickly mend a tear, skip a tailor session, adjust the cut more to her liking, or even completely rework the outfit. However, it is limited to the amount of fabric that is available and how much magic she uses to compensate for missing/additional fabric. At first it seems cosmetic until one realizes her clothes can be given the durability of armor in a pinch. But given she uses it more for the cosmetic and everyday practicality, it would not be surprising if people often overlook the latter.
One day, Ariel did an interview and the reporter did ask if she was a mage and she answered truthfully. Indirectly, but highly hinting at, saying that she would be interested in joining a guild better hone and utilize her magic, if she would fit in. Though she was firm that she was content with her current modeling career for her father’s company. The magazine did put a heavy focus on the guild aspect, thinking it would bring more buzz.
Closed starter: Regular at the Music Shop
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“Hey doll face!” “Come on, don’t be like that!” “We can show you a great time!”
That, among other things, is what the men catcalling Ariel were saying. They were persistent and did not take a hint that her walking away was an indication that she was not interested.
Ariel was constantly looking for an out, there just had to be a place for her to escape to as she picked up the pace. There! There was a shop that was open. Without looking back, Ariel turned and entered the shop.
She regained her bearings as she looked to the shelves to get a feeling of the layout and saw various CD and record covers, and the occasional instrument. So she had walked into a music shop. Through her glances here and there, she saw the cashier, asleep, at the counter. Better than no one in sight she supposed.
Ariel made her way over to the items furthest away from the window, she would bide her time until she was sure those men left the area.