myownmvse

[myownmvse]

@sioraiocht Gets everything weve plotted on discord (Pre serum steve)

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Being state side for the first time in a while was always a treat. Chile was where their mother was, where they studied and where they became the vocal power house they were today, but when their father requested they spend the winter months in New York with him, well. They dont really say no.

Muse, their stage name of course, didnt usually get the opportunity to play big commercial venues, Small clubs here and there in and around harlem. But a childhood friend Lottie had insisted on their presence, and performance, at a bigger venue.

And all this thinking had them blankly staring half into the distance and half at a shorter man across the bar. Fuck.

Moving closer, They smile kindly, even though they were maybe a foot taller -Lottie insisted she wear atleast a two inch heel- "Im sorry for my staring, was just. out of focus entirely" They say first, looking down at the man as they lean against the bar, Well. He is pretty cute. "Whats your name?"

#1940s! verse #sioraiocht #1940s steve

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There was a back of the might thought about all the disappearances surrounding the tour, though muse themself and the police couldnt find any correlation. "Thank you everyone." They smile as they close out the show. "Please be safe, i love you!" They say before shouldering their harp and walking off stage. They took their time getting un-ready, packing up their instruments and getting it loaded onto the bus.

When the idea to go back to the venues bar and grab something to drink, they groaned a little, disapproving of being dragged out in their comfy driving through the night clothes. Headphones in, they walk back only seeing a couple stragglers there. Sitting on the barstool next to the man, they watch as their guitarist peels away from the group, tapping a pack of cigarettes on his hand.

In all honesty, they were minding their own business. Trying to come down from the reality of being seen as a performer, Not even trying to hide their magical foot print. Who was gunna ask?

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If it wasn't rock 'n roll, it wasn't Dean's kind of music, but he'd done worse things for a case than sit through a bunch of dismal wailing and shrieking. He didn't care for the style or the content. Having almost witnessed the end of the world a time or two, it wasn't something he cared to revisit for the sake of art. He had to assume the writers didn't have the first fucking idea what it was really like.

He was investigating the singers, but he wasn't positive there was anything to find. The rumors of them being sirens were probably just that-- rumors. The music had an ethereal quality to it, but as far as he could tell, there was nothing supernatural going on here. It was just talent keeping the audience rapt, not magic. He knew because he'd stumbled into a couple tables or rudely tried to start conversations throughout the act just to make sure they weren't under some sort of thrall, and they all acted exactly like people annoyed to be distracted from the show.

Even if there was magic there, he didn't care as long as they weren't luring people into drowning with it. He only killed monsters that hurt people. The disappearances that coincided with the tour were a bit of a stretch, could be nothing more than a coincidence. He wasn't positive there was anything here to find, but he'd see it through, maybe talk with the band a little after the set.

"Goddamnit, Sammy. My ears are bleeding," he grumbled under his breath to his absent younger brother, as the audience burst into applause. He'd made his way to the bar before the end of the set, and he tipped what was left of the amber liquid in the glass into his mouth, nodding to the bartender for another.

#verse: spn #dean #vvaywardhunter

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#about

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@vvaywardhunter (Inspo) (full song)

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It was pretty safe to say that Muse and their backup singer Sofia were both vocal powerhouses. Muse could see where the jokes about them being a duo of sirens, or a mixture of bards and selkies, though they hope that the names were just kept as jokes. Stepping away from the large harp, the band in the back, going only piano (and later fake pipe organ) as the two musicians sit on stools, singing about the destruction of the world. Sofia's emotional belting from the chorus quieting for a moment as they get to the second stanza.

Muse fills the role of backup singer in this one, which was a nice change from being the primary singer in this set, Especially their higher voice singing the ooo's in the background. The piano hits is crescendo as they harmonize for the second round, synth organ filling the room as both singers make something harrowing and a little haunting.

Like... maybe dying to a bunch of sirens.

Muse warbles and meets with them on certain words. and as the other, lower toned singer belts out the last words (as the world- as the world caves...) muse matches them, singing a nice high note at the final word then stopping, stepping away from the mic to let Sophia say the last word with only the reverb of synth left to accompany her.

The venue is under a hush, before the crowd erupts in applause.

yup.

still not a magical siren...

#modern verse #dean #vvaywardhunter

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#munspeaks

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Hearing the other call for them to wait, they stop, looking over their shoulder. This was a little change of pace. Usually people over commit to being mean, so would take their kindness and throw it back in their face in rejection, But He was different, apologizing, actually.

"Oh, you don't have to buy me a new one." They chuckle, shaking their head. "I was almost done with this one anyway, i feel like if i have any more I wont sleep."

Looking back at the orangey-brown stain on their sleeve, they move to scrunch out any excess. "Though, maybe some napkins would be appreciated."

"But really, you don't have to make it up to me."

Being a touring musician and a college student was starting to show its wear on them. In the midst of finals and also across the pond on their GB tour was something. They had spent the past two days since they landed just, in the hotel, writing at length on music theory or something… stuffy was an understatement.

So getting up early, having a coffee, taking in the autumnal colours was a nice change of pace. Richmond, and London in general, is a beautiful city. Everything was ripe with inspiration to them, the buildings old and full of secrets, the people (the two they have met today) lovely, everything so amazing!

They suppose they stopped looking where they were going to take in the skyline and the leaves falling… they got shoulder checked pretty hard.

“Oh! Sorry, did I get coffee on you?” Their voice soft and high even though the artist stood at a height above the man they collided with. Taking a couple steps backwards to make sure that no coffee was on the man. “You’re good! Have a nice day!” They beamed, moving to pat the guy on the shoulder, not really noticing the coffee on themselves untill a few paces away.

Whoopsies

well they will just have to take a detour and change out of the sweater that has its cuff soaked in PSL.

#jamie #whomuses #modern verse

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They chuckle, "Oh, well I will miss it then." they tease back, though it was a little bit genuine. Braiding Caleb's hair was a delight, Braiding theirs on the other hand...

Allowing him to hold their hands gently in his own, they smile crookedly at the notion of 'a little luck'. "I trust you too, Magic man. I must learn some of these spells sometime."

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The tiefling let out a little hum as Caleb tilted his gaze up to look at them, a little smile growing on their face as they moved their hands closer to the line of his hair, brushing and petting through the red strands. 

“you are?” they ask, “How short? Maybe how short beau’s hair is? The uh. Not shaved part?”

“Im sure Nott would be happy to help, as i would, But my hands do have a fine shake to them, wouldnt be the best…”

“A bit shorter than that. Not long enough to be braided…” Caleb couldn’t help but tease. He reached up, pulling at a braid and demonstrated the desired length. He sat up, setting the book aside when Muse mentioned the tremor in their hands and took theirs into his.

“I trust you. And I could help give you a little luck.” He gave a small shrug with a tilt of his head.

#verse: cr #themightyzwei #caleb

[myownmvse]

Being a touring musician and a college student was starting to show its wear on them. In the midst of finals and also across the pond on their GB tour was something. They had spent the past two days since they landed just, in the hotel, writing at length on music theory or something… stuffy was an understatement.

So getting up early, having a coffee, taking in the autumnal colours was a nice change of pace. Richmond, and London in general, is a beautiful city. Everything was ripe with inspiration to them, the buildings old and full of secrets, the people (the two they have met today) lovely, everything so amazing!

They suppose they stopped looking where they were going to take in the skyline and the leaves falling… they got shoulder checked pretty hard.

“Oh! Sorry, did I get coffee on you?” Their voice soft and high even though the artist stood at a height above the man they collided with. Taking a couple steps backwards to make sure that no coffee was on the man. “You’re good! Have a nice day!” They beamed, moving to pat the guy on the shoulder, not really noticing the coffee on themselves untill a few paces away.

Whoopsies

well they will just have to take a detour and change out of the sweater that has its cuff soaked in PSL.

open rp || Jamie Tartt

You're not fucking good enough. The words were hammering through his head on a loop. Jamie had been his way in to Richmond that day, enjoying the sunshine and taking advantage of being early to wander to a nearby café and get himself a coffee, a tiny treat before they got into training for the day. It was supposed to continue the content feeling he'd finished his 4am training with, but instead, everything had come crashing down. Some asshole who hadn't gotten the memo had shouted the words across at him, abuse falling like the autumnal leaves that lay across the street, a rising tide of dull fire that he would usually find beautiful. A stiff silence had fallen over him, frozen in place, seeing not the man who had thought to fare his opinion onto unsuspecting early morning workers, but a ruddy and fluffy-haired feature that was rather more related to him. By the time the arsehole had been swept away, and admittedly, Jamie had paid very little attention that that removal, it was far too late. His mood had crashed right through the ground, his brain an entire, tangled mess. The words were just looping, over and over, in his brain. The honest anger with which it had been shouted... Jamie knew it was right. Fuck, he wasn't good enough. His team were great. He was a let-down. The once great Jamie Tartt... The impact of someone colliding with him - or maybe him colliding with them - Jamie jolted back, an angry flash, an old, furious, trapped young man - "Mind where you're fuckin' goin', yeah?" he snarled out, lip curling into a sneer, before he could even think the words through.

#/// same mun as tru neutral good #jamie #whomuses #chonk

[myownmvse]

They sigh as he did, feeling like she passed an exam just in that moment. “He hasn’t said anything about being an ex hunter. If that was brought up early on… then I would have told him.”

But they didn’t. Looking guilt ridden and nervous, the question is posed and they have to answer. “I’m a teifling, which in polite society means I’m half demon half human. There are of course other ways you can call us but they’re not… really… nice.”

Staring at Muse for what seemed like hours but was probably only a few uncomfortable moments, seconds even perhaps, and with a subtle glance at his brother, Sam's eyes narrowed. Something wasn't right.

And for once, it wasn't because Dean was infatuated with a woman, but instead, he was infatuated with an 'other'.

"Dean. Dean? De- DEAN." The man had to practically shout to get Dean's damned attention but, in the end, was granted with a look that just screamed, 'what the fuck are you yelling about now?' and goddamn it, if that didn't just infuriate Sam even more.

"You grilled my ass about what I did with Ruby, but here you are with Muse? You know what they are, right? Tell me you aren't that stupid to not realize they're not human."

@not-your-chosen @prosiyat

#modern verse #sah1x1s #Sam

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“Samuel, honey, Can I talk to you in private real quick?” They ask, cutting him off just at the end before Dean could really hear the ‘not human’ part.

As soon as they were out of earshot of Dean, muses features become determined. “I give your brother nothing but love, I have done nothing to harm him, and you do this?” Muse asks, genuine hurt in their eyes.

“I assure you that I love him. So please, let me tell him on my own terms.”

Staring at Muse for what seemed like hours but was probably only a few uncomfortable moments, seconds even perhaps, and with a subtle glance at his brother, Sam's eyes narrowed. Something wasn't right.

And for once, it wasn't because Dean was infatuated with a woman, but instead, he was infatuated with an 'other'.

"Dean. Dean? De- DEAN." The man had to practically shout to get Dean's damned attention but, in the end, was granted with a look that just screamed, 'what the fuck are you yelling about now?' and goddamn it, if that didn't just infuriate Sam even more.

"You grilled my ass about what I did with Ruby, but here you are with Muse? You know what they are, right? Tell me you aren't that stupid to not realize they're not human."

@not-your-chosen @prosiyat

#modern verse #sah1x1s #Sam

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sah1x1s​:

With a huff, he blinked blearily as he arched a brow at them. “I wouldn’t, actually. Know, that is. I’ve never been anywhere that required me to get onto a plane.” Dean admitted as he muffled a yawn just as she mentioned him buying a ticket.

Looking at her with a curious expression, he actually found himself considering her words. He didn’t hunt anymore and with Sam off doing his own thing now, leaving Dean to his own devices… it was a very interesting prospect.

“Do you mean that? Because… I might not mind doing just that.”

They chuckle, looking down at his half awake form. Shrugging, with a mischievous grin on her face she replies with a soft “I might.”

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It was... Well it was an odd way of going about this whole relationship stuff. They basically went from strangers to living together in a snap of a finger. In Chile Muse and Dean had the small countryside house to themselves, though Madre would come to stay the weekends after long days in the lab. However dean didn't really get to meet Muses father... That is until he came up the lane in a fog filled day.

“Papa!” they call, moving to wrap the taller man up into a hug. For one Reason or another, he reeked of something otherworldly

#modern verse #dean #sah1x1s

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sah1x1s​:

Dean isn’t one to admit it when he had his world rocked, but fuck, if last night was as mind-blowing as his non-caffeinated mind recalled, he just had to keep in contact with Muse.

His blue eyes opened at the light press of a kiss to his forehead as he sleepily whined and reached out to take hold of her wrist, unwilling to let go.

“Do you have to go? I promise to make it worth your while…”

They chuckle at his insistence, Falling a little back into bed before catching themself with the hand Dean isn't gripping onto. “Bebe, you must know how hard it is to get to the airport from here, especially at this hour.”

“unless you want to buy a ticket to go back to chile with me, you gotta let go.” they state, though their eyes look at his sleep-rattled form adoringly.

#modern verse #dean #sah1x1s

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sah1x1s​:

“Ah, but see, that’s where I wouldn’t fit in, sweetheart. My day-to-day life ain’t exactly normal, and unfortunately, I wouldn’t wantchya caught up in the chaos.” Dean said dryly, already tapping the bar for a double-up for both of them.

“You are? Fuck, that’s a gig. How’d you get your hooks into that one? You play anything I would’ve heard?” Dean questions her as she continues speaking, causing him to lean in just as their shot glasses are refilled.

“Sweetheart… What kind of man would I be if I said no to that sort of invitation?”

a mischievous smirk bloomed on their face, Leaning in close they pressed a chaste kiss to his lips, just enough for some to want a little more. Then, they moved to pay out their tab. “We can walk over, my hotel is like two blocks away.”

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Their flight was rather early, going back to chile would take time of course, so Muse had to part with dean early as well. Peppering small kisses along his sleeping form, they cup his cheek with one hand. “Dean, angel, bebe I need to check out soon, okay? I left my phone number on the note pad.” 

petting through his hair ever so gently, they press a final kiss to his forehead. “Thank you for making my last days in the US so magical. you're amazing.”

#modern verse #dean #sah1x1s

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sah1x1s​:

“Muse? How fitting. You look like you could be a muse to any artist that lays their eyes on ya, sweetheart. Too bad I can’t paint worth shit; otherwise, you’d be mine.” Dean said charmingly, throwing her a wink as he arched a brow at the request for two shots.

“Now, what do we have here? A beauty with a charming name and one who knows their alcohol? Lord, I must be in heaven.” He commented with a grin, raising the small shot glass in his hand to clink it with hers.

“Oh? Heading anywhere special? You sure I can’t convince you to stick around for a little while longer?”

They chuckle, fiddling a little bit with their braided hair. “I can still be, The arts are in everything in day to day life.” They state, moving to clink their glasses together and knock back the shot like it is absolutely nothing. Just a little sting in their throat. 

“Im a touring musician, and this city is the last stop i had. Ill go back to Chile now, spend some time with my mother... get inspiration back, ya kno..” they grin at the others insitance at them staying “I cant push it back but i can spend the night with you, of course, if thats something youre interested in...”

#modern verse #dean #sah1x1s

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sah1x1s​:

Just as the bottle of beer was resting on his pillowy lower lip, he heard what they had said, causing him to smirk in a cocky manner as he turned to face the person, eyebrow raised. “Why thank you for noticing. The name’s Dean, sweetheart. Does that earn me your name?”

“It does.” they smirk. “I go by Muse. Feel free to keep calling me ‘sweet heart’. Its nice.”

Moving to face the bartender they wave him down, ordering a shot for themself as well as the beautiful stranger. “Will you raise me a parting glass? I will have to leave the city in the morning.”

#modern verse #dean #sah1x1s

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@sah1x1s gets a little (desguised) Teifling for Dean

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“Oh. You’re a handsome one, aren’t you?” They smile before chugging down the rest of their beer. “May I ask your name?”

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@sah1x1s​ gets something plotted.

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they didnt really get the aura of the train car that well. Like everyone was looking around whispering to eachother. Not like They had really cared about the famous people that seemed to populate the glorious Manhattan isle. They just sat there, trying to get their music theory reading in while keeping one hand on their hard harp case

“Now arriving, 18th Avenue station. End of the line.”

Mindlessly, they stood, one hand still holding opent the book, one looping the strap of the case on their shoulder, only really looking up from the text when someone offered them a paper. Looking at the blonde they moved to tuck her book under her arm before looking more closely at the page

“No way-” a smile bloomed on their face at the portrait of them on the page

“you- I... Can i use this on my album cover??” they sputter, before noticing that their stop is getting ready to be passed. Reaching into their jacket pocket, they offer him a card with their info on it, and then quickly scamper away

#verse: mcu #sah1x1s