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THE MUSIC LYRIC PROMPT MEME

Music is what gives life it’s spice. It brings emotion to us no matter how much we try not to show it; no matter the age, past, present, or the near future -- music will always be there for us. There’s those songs that make you happy enough to dance to, sad enough to make us shed a few tears, even ignite a dulled spark inside of lust or passion. Music has no given rules, therefore we can manipulate this to the best of our abilities to interpret the lyrics to be “relatable”.

INSTRUCTIONS:

1 — Post as your character.

2 — Either leave the comment section blank, or post a small sample of lyrics you’d like your roleplay partner to bounce off of. Leaving it blank means your roleplay partner can post their own lyrics.

3 — Roleplay that shit out. There are no rules here.

4 — Profit!

5 — Be good and kind to each other.

( meme prompt taken from

unassessablywealthy but rebooted with more info. )

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florence + the machine - what the water gave me

and oh, poor atlas / the world's a beast of a burden / you've been holding up a long time / and all this longing / and the ships are left to rust / that’s what the water gave us

laurel - fire breather

no, it's too much, burn my sun / up in flames we go, you fire breather / ash and dust on my door / smoke rise, trying to survive inside your arms

the national - secret meeting

i think this place is full of spies / i think i'm ruined / didn't anybody, didn't anybody tell you / didn't anybody tell you this river's full of lost sharks

[ Or give your own lyrics! ]

Love, it will get you nowhere
You're on your own
Lost in the wild
So come to me now
I could use someone like you
Someone who'll kill on my command
And asks no questions

I'm gonna make you
I'm gonna break you
I'm gonna make you
A fucking psycho
A fucking psycho
A fucking psycho
Your ass belongs to me now

Edited 2016-11-06 02:27 (UTC)

The Civil Wars - from this valley

Oh the outcast dreams of acceptance / just to find pure love's embrace / Like an orphan longs for it's mother / May you hold me in your grace

Karen O - Obsession

You're my obsession / I cannot sleep / I'm your possession / Unopened at your feet / there's no balance / no equality / be still / I will not accept defeat

Emily Hearn - not walkin' away

Well Heaven knows you're like water I'm like fire / You put me out / and I put up a fight / but I know where you've been / what you're going through today / and I swear on my life I'm not walkin' away

[It'd been days since they'd set off on the road. The front of the Mt Massive asylum was left looking even more pockmarked than after the first assault the Murkoff militia had made on it.
It was long behind them and somehow Grace had managed to convince Eddie to come with her. Perhaps she'd felt bad for him, but if she knew the reason he'd been in there she would probably have left him in the dust. And rightly so. The static came and went, the promise of the Walrider's return only faint. Thankfully Grace had impeccable taste in music. It wasn't quite as loud as he usually enjoyed it, but the soothing country tones gave him better memories of home. Even if he tried not to think too much about it.]

You know you didn't have to take me with you..

[That also didn't mean that he was ungrateful for it. He wasn't about to spit in the face of her good will.]

[Honestly, even Grace been surprised she'd offered to take him with her. Breaking into the asylum had been possibly the most reckless thing she'd ever done, and many would argue that then escaping with one of the patients was a pretty close second.

But he'd helped her, she couldn't ignore that. No one deserved to live in a place like that, regardless of whether or not that was her call to make.

When Eddie spoke up, she glanced over, pausing before replying.]

Yeah, I know..but you obviously wanted out of there, not that I can blame you. You wouldn't have taken my offer otherwise.

[On the way out they'd passed by one of the last fully stocked dispensaries. Eddie had been less than gentle with the door to get it open. It'd been reinforced and yet he'd managed to break it like it was nothing more than plywood. His blood ran cold, realising exactly what he was capable of. He'd bandaged up his wounds, grabbed pain killers and as many tablets with familiar long unpronounceable names. It was a potent cocktail he'd been fed before that left him feeling sleepy. It was much safer for Grace like this.]

...Perhaps. But it was selfish. If things get out of hand I want you to leave me. Kick me out if you have to. Your safety comes first.

[Another glance, only this time it's to the rear view mirror, more out of habit than to check on the road behind them.]

Well, kicking you out of the car might be a bit of a challenge; I'm surprised you fit at all. [There's a small smile there] No offence.

[And next, the question she'd put off asking. Well, one of many;]

..Do you have anywhere I can take you? I'm happy to drive, but having a destination might help.

[He looks to the car door and then back at the way his chair was almost as far back as it could go. He surprisingly wasn't all that cramped though, he'd just have to make sure he was careful about the way he got out. Still, he looked back to the door and to his stomach. Mostly for the sake of humour, which still felt incredibly awkward.]

I'd always wanted to grow up to be tall and strong. I suppose I got my wish.

[He pauses again. This time he blinks a few times, brows knitting in thought. He didn't want to be that person but..]

I.. don't. I haven't been out of the system for almost ten years.

[Grace can't help but wince at that; a decade? She'd been in there not even twenty minutes and she'd been ready to leave. Still, she probably should have seen that coming.

There's always the police, or hostels, although that made for a nice segue to her next question. However, this one asked with just a little more hesitation. She doesn't know the reason why Eddie was in the asylum, or rather what he did to get put there for so long. It'll be a touchy topic, but even if it's vague, she needs an idea of what she's gotten herself into.]

And if I take you somewhere like the police, or authorities of some kind..? Will they help you, or will you just get taken back?

[Eddie shook his head. He felt his stomach flip at the idea. He remembered that night he'd first gone to them and hadn't realised that they'd been building a case against him since the...accidents started happening. They'd spent the entire time shouting at him, raised voices, asking him what the hell was wrong with him. He couldn't answer. He remembered getting angry and shouting back. When he woke up he was restrained.

He couldn't do it again.]

You'll have to forgive me being selfish, but I don't want to go back to them. It's probably where I belong, but I can't face it again. Cops aren't the most understanding of mental illness. At least they weren't before. I'm too out of the loop to really comment, but.. after everything I was capable of at Mt. Massive. I'd rather not inflict that upon someone who has family waiting.

[Balls. Okay. This was fine - they could find a solution. Eventually. Maybe.

She couldn't blame him for not wanting to go back, and now that she knew that the police wouldn't be any help, Grace's options had trickled down to very few indeed. Had they been in London had the circumstances of their meeting been slightly different, she would have offered to let him stay with her. What was stopping her was what she'd seen back in the Asylum; what Eddie could do, even if that had only been a keyhole view of what he was capable of.

Her fingers tapped on the wheel as she thought for a minute, slowing to a stop at a red light. There were always hotels - not expensive ones, but somewhere she could pay for him to stay for a few days while they figured something out.]

Then we won't get them involved. [Leaning back into her seat, she rubbed her fingertips across her eyes, pushing back the headache that was threatening to bubble up.] I have to be at rehearsal tomorrow, but we should be able to find you a hotel somewhere in the city. I can't guarantee it'll be the same five star accommodation you're used to, but it's better than nothing.

[He sunk in his seat slightly, his shoulders hunching. He was being an inconvenience, and yet he couldn't bring himself to bail. He didn't know how much the world had changed since he'd been inside, there was too much he didn't know - not to mention how much he'd stick out with his face covered in bandages. There was always the option of returning to his parents' old place. Lord knew if it remained abandoned but people didn't exactly like living in places where murders happened.]

Anything is better than there. You could leave me in the gutter and I'd be more content...

I'm sorry I've gotten you mixed up in this. This wasn't fair on you. Not to mention if Murkoff realise that survivors have escaped... [He paused, mouth drawing into a firm line.] You should be fine. It's not as though we were spotted.

This isn't your fault - I got me mixed up in this, I'm the one who thought breaking in and wandering around would be a fantastic Friday night escapade...If anything I should still be thanking you.

[While she wanted to know what they're capable of, she wasn't incredibly keen on finding out either. There was still a part of her that assumed that nothing bad would happen to either of them, but the longer this all went on, the faster she realised that the red pill was slightly bigger than she'd thought.]

We don't need to look at the bigger picture yet - ['Yet' being the operative word, but you couldn't blame her for wanting to be optimistic] -just give yourself a couple of days to re-orientate and I can help you after that if and when I can. I'm not leaving the states for another couple of weeks yet.

[Eddie made a small noise of protest. Ah yes, helping this girl out of Mt. Massive was probably his first kind deed to date. He hadn't exactly been surrounded by people deserving of kindness. The people hanging in the gym was enough of a testament to that.]

And yet you've still taken me away from there, you are equally deserving in thanks.

I'm a fish out of water, to tell the truth. I can make and mend clothes but I don't know if that's all that desired these days.

[He didn't want to be that snob, but the cut and make of Grace's clothing wasn't of the best tailoring quality he'd ever seen. Not that he could speak on that abomination he'd made in Mt. Massive.]

[That earned him a small, half smile.]

Let's call it even then?

[She looked as though she was considering what he'd said, turning it over in her head; obviously nowadays it was less of a mainstream skill and more of a novelty. Handmade clothes weren't as popular as the stuff you could get easily on the high street, but tailors were still a thing. Costume makers weren't going out of work any time soon - the people who worked in her company's costume department could attest to that. But she had no idea how to even start helping him get into it.

God, she needed food. Food and a coffee and time to think.]

It is, but I know very little about the business. I'm on the side that usually ends up damaging clothes and tutus instead of being the one who fixes them.

(~~Good thing she's not telepathic. Fuckin' rude is what that is. THIS HERE IS RIVER ISLAND'S FINEST, SON.~~)

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Regulus Black → Harry Potter

daryl dixon | the walking dead.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UqLRqzTp6Rk

let me die

Grace Ford | OC

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