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Reimagine your OC as a music artist! Recast them as a real musician - who would they be? Which era, which genre, which iconic album covers and messy tabloid moments? Or invent their music career from scratch - stage name, sound, aesthetic, lyrics, the works

Bonus questions: What's their biggest hit about? What are they like on stage vs in interviews? Do they have a rival? What do the fans call themselves?

I am afraid there is only one fitting

as Maphra

Like Maphra, Celeste doesn't write her own songs. She can sing and has an impressive voice, but she has never written songs of her own.

In a modern AU setting, a grunge or metal basement band would be fitting hobby for her, that accidentally takes off via social media.

(So far. Still hoping for Maphra originals)

So leave a light on, I'm coming home It's getting darker, but I'll carry on The sun don't shine but it never did And when it rains, it fuckin' pours, but I think I like it And you know that I'm in love with the mess, I think I like it

There is no elaborate back story yet, as to why Celeste can sing, but doesn't compose. We'll get to that in the upcoming chapters of her memoir.

maybe Ketheric actually wing manned for Gortash.

I recently mentioned that I am in the process of setting up to turn Personify Me into a podfic. After acquiring the equipment I plan to use and getting over a damned cold I recorded a test finally. There is a lot I need to still work on, especially with brushing up on my editing skills, but I thought I would share this unedited poem recording with you all to give a raw preview into what to expect eventually. The podfic will be narration but also a bit of dramatic performance. The recording is of the poem I Crave Him from Forgive Me . It is also unedited so there is some dead air before and after. Here it is. And the text follows for those of you who like to read along. :)

And have a bonus image to go with it. <3

I Crave Him

On nights alone

I remember his hands

the ghost of his scent

vanilla and musk

surrounds me

and I can feel the weight

of him

feel the slick of our combined sweat

salty and savory

taste the sweet and smoky spice of blended tobacco ash.

I remember too

the wine he offered that first night

mulled and sweet

and wonder which scents, which flavors

have permeated his skin.

I revel in our unions,

closer to each other than we are to any other soul

and crave to be closer, deeper

to flay his skin and wear it like

a protective shroud

I feel his tongue worship my breasts

and between my thighs

and I long to pluck it from his mouth

and indulge the texture and flavor,

tender and sweet.

I feel him deep inside of me

And desire to hollow out his innards

crawl deep inside of him

And then to devour his heart

make him a part of me forever

yet a heart devoured

is a heart that no longer beats

and so I wait

I wait

I wait

TEMPEST + ENVER GORTASH 🩸🗡️

❝ She licks blood off her fingers and she looks like divine absolution. Careful, Meleager; this is your sport, but she's not playing a game. Do not think you are safe because you love her. Do not think she will not stain her mouth red with your blood too. ❞ ( x )

Enver Gortash was someone who entertained her, fulfilled a need, and offered her the devotion she so desperately craved. There was something to be said for his intelligence, his ambition, and the obsessive fascination he held for her. She could appreciate the way his mind worked, the way he understood her hunger, the way his attention never seemed to waver from her. Perhaps in another life, she might have even allowed herself to become attached to him.

But none of that changed what he ultimately was to her. 

Disposable.