[☼ morgana]

username + ID: morgana 1012721
name: Sir Morrigan
lyrics: heretic hunters - powerwolf

1. Venomous, feverous, force us to run
   
2. We are credulous, ominous, thy kingdom come
   
3. Venomous, feverous, force us to shout
4. We are tenebrous, poisonous, hellbent, and loud
5. Uncrowned, hold up the sacrilege proud
   
6. We are the heretic hunters tonight
7. We are the heretic hunters for life
8. By the hand of our belief
9. And the harvest of the night
10. Hand up for heretic life


prompt: [song lyrics are incorporated into the story and are italicized]


Morrigan, sir knight of a religiously oppressive kingdom. Morrigan, sir knight, he who stands on the wrong side of a Kingdom teetering on a knife's edge. The fate of many hangs in the balance.

Morrigan, sir knight, carrying out orders to hunt heretics, snuff out heresy, under the banner of the Heretic Hunters. Any who oppose the God-Empress will pay.

Venomous, feverous, force us to run
We are credulous, ominous, thy kingdom come

Morrigan, sir knight, upending lives, with nary a chance to plea or beg for innocence.

Venomous, feverous, force us to shout
We are tenebrous, poisonous, hellbent, and loud

Morrigan, sir knight, brainwashed and loud, did not have his mind changed for many a years. Being born into it was only one nail in the coffin. Would you believe me when I say it was a moment of vulnerability that began to change sir knight's mind?

Morrigan, sir knight, had realized that he had fallen in love with a friend, and had pulled them aside to discuss it. But while they had not rejected him, they did criticize him for so blindly listening to orders, for so blindly following doctrine that was centuries old, for so blindly destroying lives because their God-Empress said so.

Morrigan, sir knight, had realized that they were right. So much was wrong.

It was time to push the kingdom one way or the other. Heretic Hunter he could no longer be. The doctrine, orders, God-Empress, was wrong.

Uncrowned, hold up the sacrilege proud
We are the heretic hunters tonight
We are the heretic hunters for life

Morrigan, sir knight, raised a new banner of revolt, instead freeing heretics and aiding in their escape from the empire, forcing the careful knife's edge balance to sway towards a kingdom in turmoil, and near to civil war.

Morrigan, sir knight, would continue to fight against the God-Empress til his last breath, holding his sacrilege proud.

By the hand of our belief
And the harvest of the night
Hand up for heretic life.

[feverrr]

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username + ID: feverrr + 412872
name: åstein
lyrics:
prompt:

[Glitchatopia]

username + ID: Glitchatopia + 1065549
name: Cyprian
lyrics: [up to 10 lines]
The ground wrings an unknown strain/
Hear the prattle of the birds flying our way/
The trees sway to the young ones piping/
Will you stay to listen to me sing?/
Seeker do you ever come to wonder/
If what you're looking for is within where you hold/
Will you leave a trail for them to follow?/

Neath the grove is a heart by Yaelokre

prompt: [750 words OR 1 art piece]
Cyprian is a bit eccentric. He’s a nature lover who’s stuck in the past a little. He spent a lot of his youth wandering in forests when his parents were busy, and grew to appreciate the enigmatic nature of the world. “The ground wrings an unknown strain/ Hear the prattle of the birds flying our way” reflects that view that he holds. It’s also written in a bit of a mysterious but descriptive way that he appreciates.

The next lines remind him a bit of his youth. “The trees sway to the young ones piping/ Will you stay to listen to me sing?”, specifically, remind him of those days as a child. He would sit in the woods alone, a little lonely, and sing his favorite songs. The trees did not sway for him, but he imagined the forest taking a breath, listening to him sing. It comforted him, and he still holds fond memories of those days.

He loves the line “Seeker, do you ever come to wonder/ If what you’re looking for is within where you hold”. In his adulthood, he struggles to decide what to do with his life. This line, for him, is less of something he relates to, and more of a comfort. A reminder that what he has now is perhaps enough, and if he spends his whole life looking for more he may never feel fulfilled. This also leads to the next lyric-- “Will you leave a trail for them to follow?” He believes firmly in helping create a future for the young ones in his life. He wants to be a role model, wants to help guide them through the struggles of life.

Although Cyprian relates to many other parts of the song, these parts, specifically, resonate with him.

[Simonpet]

username + ID: Simonpet (276576)
name: Finley
lyrics: "Sestrenka" by Brend, lyrics guessed to the best of my ability

отнасился к тебе он не сирёз (He treated you with disrespect)
может быть он не стоил твое сльоз (Maybe he wasn't worth your tears)
кажди ден это мысли-лишь о нём (Every day you think about him)
да утром пропадали ви вдвоем (Yes, every morning you disappeared with him)
но так мало ты знаешь любовь (But you know so little of love)
ты его девочка отпустить (Girl, just let him go)

не ругаи иво сестрёнка (Sister, don't argue)
(?) он все поймет (???, he'll understand)
точно знаю что, Алёнка (I know this, Alyonka)
он к тебе, он к тебе придет (He will come to you)

prompt: [569/750 words]

The song "Sestrenka" is about a brother trying to comfort his sister, Alyona, after she breaks up with her boyfriend. The singer tells his sister that her boyfriend treated her poorly and that she knew so little about love, but reassures her that it was okay and the right man would come to her.

Finley finds great comfort in this song not because of a rough breakup (although she's had those too) but because it's a reminder that she's worth something and that everything will work out in the end. These ten lines in particular are near and dear to her because of how clearly it's spelled out. The first two lines remind the subject that you might have blinders on regarding your situation; maybe you're in a bad relationship or maybe you're trying too hard to hold onto some other status quo that needs to change. The next two are reminiscing about the good times because not everything is black-and-white. Yes, the situation may have been bad--a bad relationship, a bad job--but you wouldn't have stuck around so long if you hadn't felt it was worth it. And you're not a bad person for that. Maybe you're just inexperienced and this was what taught you a lesson, if only you're willing to learn from it. And that's what the last two lines of the first verse are about: a reminder, a plea to move on.

It's a hard-won lesson for Finley, as she has the tendency to give it her all in everything--relationships, jobs, projects--and has a hard time letting go. It used to be that she believed if you start a project, then you should finish it. If you get into a relationship, you need to do your best to make it work, no matter what you have to give up and who you have to become. If you make a commitment, any kind of commitment, then you had no excuse to back out. It resulted in burnout in most aspects of her life, as she twisted herself into every conceivable shape so she could be there for everyone no matter the personal cost. If she was sick? She couldn't miss out. If she was running behind, then she forced herself to finish on time. There always had to be a compromise in relationships and all good compromises leave someone unhappy, right? But it started to ruin her body and mind, and it wasn't until she came across this song that she started to realize that maybe there was no shame in admitting a situation wasn't so great, that she couldn't commit, that she couldn't finish. And that admitting all of this was not a poor reflection on her.

The chorus, then, serves to remind Finley that she doesn't have to break herself apart trying to create a "good" situation, because it never happens that way. Instead, she can just work on herself and the good will come to her regardless. And by allowing herself to rest, to learn, to be more confident in herself, she will be in a better position to take advantage of everything that comes to her--whether a new partner, a new friend, a new job, or a new project. Additionally, by improving herself Finley can attract better-quality everything as people like someone who's confident but knows her limits and excels in her life without falling apart at the end of the day.

[honee bee]

———art credits

username + ID: honee bee - 348767
name: Korinne - [core - ihn]
lyrics: Someone Else’s Dream - absofacto

✧ Even if I don't know quite exactly where I want to be
✦ I'm not gonna stay here stuck in someone else's dream
✧ Maybe I'll find mine's a nightmare, but I don't even care
✦ I just wanna live inside my own dream

prompt:

Korinne was the heir to the throne of Virelia, a position that carried with it centuries of royal expectations and responsibilities. But in his heart, Korinne felt a longing for something more than the duties that had been handed down to him before he was even born. They expected a prince who would take up the mantle of leadership like his ancestors did and Korinne was the heir to the throne of Virelia, a position that carried with it centuries of royal expectations and responsibilities. But in his heart, Korinne felt a longing for something more than the duties that had been handed down to him before he was even born. They expected a prince who would take up the mantle of leadership like his ancestors did and from a young age it had been made clear to him that he would follow in their footsteps. He would lead Virelia, maintain its alliances, ensure its prosperity, and carry the crown with pride. But Korinne couldn’t help but feel that the weight of that mantle was slowly suffocating him. As he grew older, the dream that had been laid out for him began to feel like a trap. He hated the constant whispers about his future, the pressure to perform, and the need to become what everyone expected him to be.

There were days when he could almost see it — the life he wanted, far away from Virelia’s heavy expectations. He dreamed of adventure, of forging his own path, and of living for himself rather than for others. He fantasized about sailing across vast oceans, discovering forgotten lands, and meeting new people whose lives weren’t dictated by royalty and tradition. The people of Virelia saw him as their future, yet Korinne had never been sure if he was truly meant to be their king. There was a part of him that still clung to the idea of what his life could be, if only he could shape it on his own terms. He knew he couldn’t escape the responsibility forever, but he wasn’t sure he wanted to carry the weight of the throne if it meant continuing to follow in his ancestors’ footsteps. Was there a way for him to change Virelia? Could he find a way to rule that still felt true to who he was?

One night, as he gazed at the stars above, Korinne made his decision. He would leave the castle to find himself, explore the world beyond Virelia, meet new people, and learn from the lands that existed outside the walls of his kingdom. Whether he would return as the king that Virelia needed or leave it all behind to forge a new destiny altogether, he didn’t know.
But one thing was certain — he would no longer allow himself to live in someone else’s dream.

word count 407 words

[catyclaws]

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[Boomer1414]

username + ID: boomer1414
name:
lyrics: [up to 10 lines] Army Dreamers - 2018 Remaster - Kate Bush
prompt: [750 words OR 1 art piece]

wip

[groovysluggy]

username + ID: groovysluggy#1119050
name: Faevian
lyrics:
There ain’t nothing else to brighten up my day.
When you’re away from me.
Now you’re elusive like a needle in the hay.
When I last saw you did you mean it when you said,
I didn’t kill my demons to be killed by yours.
You’re a narcissist but boy you’ve got a face I can’t ignore.
Bones by The Rills
prompt:

[Exitium]

username + ID: Exitium + 626371
name: Colossal
lyrics:
"Sorrowing body, haven in palm [1]
Trapped in a trusting fog [2]
Far from a saint [3]
Cynic in the brain [4]
Always a paradise [5]
Masses pray for and dream of [6]
Burning up into freedom [7]
Think birds are meant to fly [8]
Clipped my wings to walk the crowd [9]
Your hardships, they're all so loud [10]"
Paradise - HalaCG
prompt:
Colossal once glided the skies of the heavens above, filled with peace and joy, not a care in the world. Unfortunately, upon catching a glimpse of the world below, Colossal became aware of hardships and disharmony. Falling from the heavens to the earth below, Colossal gave up their wings for good, believing they were not deserving of such a gift while the planet was in turmoil. They had "clipped their wings to walk the crowd" so to speak. From paradise above, to ruins below, Colossal found themselves in a sort of daze upon waking from their slumber they'd been in since hitting the ground. Their brain was foggy, with not a clue as to who they were, or their purpose in this world.

Colossal gained their name over time, but they were well aware that their real name might never resurface in their memories. They were trapped in a fog of their own making, unbeknownst to them. The paradise masses prayed for and dreamed of was no longer their home, but this does not mean they wouldn't find their own version of "Paradise" again, if they felt they were deserving of it in their cynical mind. They were definitely far from a saint, but this was due to falling from high, dirtying their paws with the disasters and turmoil of the world. Picking a side to stay alive, and listening to the hardships of other kalons, which were oh so loud, became their new goal, unaware this was part of the plan all along.

Colossal is like a bird without wings, protective over kits that weren't their own, their safety more important. Perhaps they would one day realize paradise was already obtainable, their soul already so pure and saintly. [289 Words]

[ellyenchanted]

| Username + ID: ellyenchanted + 342495 | Name: Antares |

Lyrics:
time now is different than time then
the dagger now is sharper than the dagger then
their eyes change
my eyes waver
i hide in the shadow of the blade
will i be worthy or will i disappoint?
i cannot stop the music that seeps through my skin
and burrows, burrows, burrows
envelopes my soul
a melody so sweet it carries me far away

[ an original song written by a young Antares, to the tune of his music box ]

Prompt:
xxxxWhen Antares stepped into his antechamber, he knew something was wrong. The air was cold and listless, the early mornings fog still clung to his skin. His muscles ached from the repetition of practice, his sword arm as heavy as lead. Everything was almost as he'd left it in the small, sparsely decorated room, save for his bedchamber's door standing slightly ajar. He was numb from the hours spent sparring with the family's Swordmaster, yet instinct led him to unsheathe his blade and hold it steady.

xxxxHe crept forward with practiced silence, using the tip of his sword to gently push open the door. A quick onceover told him that his bedchamber was empty of an intruder, but there was clear evidence that someone had in fact been there. His drawers had been rifled through, the chest at the end of his bed was wide open, its contents scattered on the floor. His quilt and sheets were a jumbled mess. Clearly, someone had been looking for something.

xxxxAnd it seemed they found it. Just before the fireplace, his beautiful music box was strewn about in multiple pieces. Antares' heart dipped. Of everything he owned, his music box was his most prized possession. And his most secret. He rushed to the fireplace and dropped to his knees, ever so carefully picking up the remnants of the wooden box. The slot that would have once been a hidden compartment, was empty. The lovingly folded pieces of paper were gone. Antares frantically looked around any sign of them.

xxxxA horrible thought occurred to him when his eyes swept over his fireplace. Reluctantly, he inched closer and swiped a finger along the stone. Ash. Antares preferred to keep his bedchamber cold. Tenderly, he probed through the black residue until his fingers brushed up against something odd. A piece of paper, barely a fragment. His song. The lyrics, scribbled there years ago by a young and hopeful boy enamored by the musicians that came to play in the grand hall of his family's estate. A boy who was just getting to know the weight of a sword and the quickest way to kill with it. A boy that treasured this small gift, and hid it from the rest of his family.

xxxxOh, how his father would be so disappointed if he had known he had been called to something else, something other than war. Maybe now he knew. The thought sent a shiver of dread through his body. Quickly, he gathered up the pieces. No time to mourn. His lyrics, though burned, were still alive in his memory. The gentle, calming melody his music box played still ingrained in his mind. Antares would not let them take this from him, he would not let them win. Perhaps, this was the push he needed to follow a new path, one that wasn't paved for him by his father. Perhaps, it was time for the melody to truly carry him far away.

[495 words]