Welcome to the Osemanverse Network! We apologise for the slight delay, but we’re excited to announce that we’re doing something different for our fifth event! This event will focus on each of the books Alice Oseman has released so far, and will be split into weeks dedicated to each work.
The split will be:
04/07 - 10/07: solitaire
11/07 - 17/07: radio silence
18/07 - 24/07: i was born for this
25/07 - 31/07: heartstopper
As always, this event is open to both members and non-members, and we encourage anyone to participate! Any type of content is welcome, and you can be as specific as you want with what you include. For example, you could make general content for a work, content for a specific character or ship, or anything else you can think of! You can enter for just one week or you can enter multiple times every week if you want, it’s completely up to you. We look forward to seeing your creations!
Make sure to tag #osemanversenet in your creations, and mention which event it was created for in the description (e.g. @osemanversenet event five: books).
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Hello everyone! Welcome to modernmythsnet! Our fifth event is really an excuse to see more aesthetics, but it’s also to say thank you for 1k+ followers! Without further ado, here is the prompt:
Neon
This is a closed event! However, it doesn’t mean that non members can’t be a part of the fun. After the event ends, everyone will have the opportunity to vote for which group best demonstrated the prompt. The winning group gets to choose the next event, which will then be an open event! It’s encouraged for everyone to vote so look for that! Please reblog this post, members!
As an aside, if you need an extension, please don’t hesitate to message either the group or one of the admins!
Starts June 17th — Ends June 30th
Please caption your creations as:
Modern Myths Network | Event Five | Neon | Group name
↳ ( Deity/Creature name or whatever is appropriate for your creation!)
Feel free to add any quotes or garnishes you feel appropriate afterwards! Also, please feel free to copy the caption above!
❝ No, no. This isn't good at all. Should I start over again? ❞ these words leave him as he sits on a cafe's outdoor patio, sunrays peering down atop the current project he works on. an elaborate design is sketched upon a white page, depicting a lovely concept of a personal house. leaning over, a hand brushes away some of the eraser shavings, followed by the sound of wood tapping the table as he drops it down against the surface.
with all these flowers blossoming about the island, he had thought he might stop in place and get some work done, a chance to avoid them in some way or another. unfortunately for him, that hardly seems to work in his favor, especially now as a few line along his ankle, almost hidden away out of sight.
❝ But if I do that, wouldn't that be the fifth time today? ❞ and with that much work down the drain, could he truly afford it with this fast approaching deadline? ❝ There's surely no way I'm going to get this finished when I can't even think straight... ❞
everything was collapsing in the same way that it always was, what felt like a castle of cards collapsing but it was a tower and it was infinitely tall and would never hit the ground. also, he could fly, because this was a vaguely lucid dream and the ground wasn’t real.
still, the sensation of plummeting was highly uncomfortable, and the atmosphere in the kitchen felt identical to it. so, as usual, he fled, heading upstairs to ... find someone? chill in his room? he didn’t have a direction, so let his feet take him.
his headphones were on and he was watching a cat video as he stopped for a moment in the middle of the corridor, engrossed, before he was suddenly no longer on his feet.
wham
that was the sound of him colliding none-too-gently with the wall. boneless, he slid to the ground, his head ringing too much to let himself shift out of the hallway.
“Come and live with you?” It was Julian, a warning sharp in his tone. “Why would she do that? She has a home. She has a family.”“Exactly,” Jem said. “And there is more. Can you give me a moment alone with Emma?” Julian checked in with Emma with his eyes, and she nodded. He turned and made his way down the stairs, glancing back several times to make sure she was all right.
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Music! This means you can focus on a goddess related to music, make a playlist, or use song lyrics in your edit/writing! It’s completely up to you, as long as it’s related to music
Event Info:
Starts January 19 (Friday)
Ends January 26 (next Friday)
Caption your creation as: @femmefatalenet | music event | (goddess name)
More and more people were falling to the mist and Berwald knew that soon he too would be claimed. He had been fighting off visions and memories the entire time, powering through with the knowledge that he had withstood all this before and everything came out alright. Someone needed to be strong and keep their heads in this madhouse
He could not hold out forever though.
Ber was exhausted, running from place to place and helping as many people as he could. Some he was successful with, others less so but he tried. Some of the things he had seen broke his heart, not knowing how to fix it. He had taken Tino to rest in his room and was sitting on the couch when a nasty mixture of fear, nightmare, and memories struck him at once.
The first thing he noticed was that the room was seeming to get darker. Odd, since Berwald never had been afraid of the dark, at least not since he was a small child. The wind had picked up and forced a window open and he could swear he chould hear the foundations creak.
Oh. His fear of windstorms. Perfect.
With the wind came screams and horrible noises in voices he could recognize in an instant, the room completely dark to his eyes now. He tried seeking out Mufasa in the room since he was fire and had a glow around him at all times, but his eyes could not find the small lion. It was like he had simply been extinguished. Snuffed out like a candle flame.
He gasped as his brain tried to process that and suddenly the screams grew louder in his ears, more and more voices joining the mix until they just...
...stopped.
His heart pounding in his chest, he looked around the pitch black room frantically until things began to get gradually lighter.
But the sight he saw made him wish it had stayed dark.
First, he saw Skadi, lying strangely on her side, chest not moving at all. Wanting to get up and investigate, he realized that he couldn’t. The couch had turned into a set of restraints and no matter how he struggled or tried to break them, he couldn’t move or look away. He was trapped and it was the nightmare calling the shots.
His eyes found Mik next, his Mik, neck obviously broken and looking just like he did after thefirst Staze event after the man tortured him. Unseeing eyes focused on Ber in an accusing glare. How dare he move on. How dare he forget. Why wasn’t he here to provide support and needed back up. Betrayal. Failure.
Mufasa lay next to Mikkel, looking cold and dead as a coal the morning after a fire was extinguished.
The next figure, no... figures he saw struck at his heart with each set he managed to process.
Ludwig and Lien, burnt in an electrical fire and obviously long dead from their wounds, also glaring at him. Failure.
Elisa and Luka, covered in a large number of horrible horrible injuries, Luka’s wings long since torn off and not even healing could save them. Glaring. Failure.
Anne and Mack, floating oddly in the air, necks obviously broken and covered in various energy burns. Unseeing eyes focused on him. Failure.
Gilbert, covered in burns, the fire he so easilly manipulates turning on him and him paying the price. Glaring. Failure.
Alfred, twisted and broken on the ground, zucchinis shoved into his mouth so someone could deliver a final blow. Failure.
Klaus and Aurel and Wendy (how did she return?) and Peter, looking all for the world like dolls that someone had tossed aside. All dead and staring at him. Could not protect. Failure.
Piles of legion members, all almost unrecognizable but he knew in his heart that he could name each and every one if he focused. Failure.
Anya laying in front of the rest of his path in a bloody heap. All unseeing eyes focused on him. Why wasn’t he there to protect and lead his path? FAILURE. BAD LEADER.
Adi and Emil, burned and crushed and broken. Covered in wounds. His hands seeming to feel cold. So so cold. Colder than how Adi usually is. His arms feeling the weight of carrying his best friend’s body yet again. Both seeming to stare into his soul but neither actually seeing. FAILURE. BAD FRIEND.
Örjan, gagged and struggling against some vague yet menacing government agency, trying to drag him away. Ber tried to get up then but the restraints still held and he found that he could not speak or cry out. One of the figures holding the laptop and spilling water on it with a sick grin before snapping it. His son looking shocked and hurt before glitching out and vanishing for good. FAILURE. BAD FATHER.
Tino, someone he had just saved and let into his heart, wounded and injured again. The figure his boyfriend was haunted by coming back to finish the job. He was supposed to be safe here! He had decided to stay up and not rest so he could protect him! Distrustful, hurt, and dead eyes stared back. FAILURE. BAD LOVER.
Can’t protect the ones you save.
Can’t save them all.
Can’t even save the ones you love.
Failure.
Berwald sagged, no longer fighting the imaginary restraints. He had no reason to fight anymore. What was the point?
He curled into a ball, found his voice, and began to weep as the vision faded and he was back in his room.
The mist was slowly taking over more and more of the Legion and while Matthew had holed up for a while in the Library, it was starting to get a bit crowded in there. His room was just down the hall, right? If things started getting bad again he could always go back to safety...
He grabbed a book from the library and made his way to his room, thankfully running into nobody else. He already was feeling rather useless and his attempts to talk to the people in the library had fallen on deaf ears. He hated feeling ignored and like he was invisible! He figured he would try again after he checked in on Nanook.
He stepped into his room and ruffled the bear’s fur behind his ears and sat down on his bed, holding the book, glad that the Bear was doing well.
Then he started to hear crackling and smell smoke.
He whipped his head around, looking for the source of the fire, but did not see any flames. A slight warmth right in his hands made him look down and watch in horror as the book he was holding seemed to dissolve into dust, ash, and smoke right in his hands!
With a yell he tosses it onto his bed and watches as the crackling intensifies and the bed begins to turn as well. Kuma making a noise makes him snap his attention to his constant companion only to look on in horror as Nanook’s fur appeared to blacken and then the bear itself begin to turn completely to ash and smoke. He scrambled backwards with tears streaming down his face and bolts for the door. Desperate to get away from the sight.
The door warms in his hands and starts to crumble away as well as he runs into the hallway. Is he causing all this? No! He can’t be! But everything he touches starts to look like it was thrown into a fire? He holds onto his arms and yelps as it seems his shirt is crumbling away with a tiny bit of heat, a crackle, and some smoke. He can’t be trusted to go back into the library like this! He would destroy everything!
He takes off running down the hallway in a panic until he finds a place to hole up and minimize the destruction he is causing.
