‧₊ inspired by you all (apologies in advance). suit-up your doll [.㈥.] ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀs ᴇᴅɪᴛɪ0ɴ.
㈀ O͟u͟t͟f͟i͟t͟ S͟e͟l͟e͟c͟t͟i͟o͟n͟: Provide an outfit from the FC that ends up as your pick! ㈁ F͟i͟r͟s͟t͟ R͟o͟u͟n͟d͟ T͟H͟E͟M͟E: Phantom Carnival ⸺ A Night of Enchantment!
⸺ Ṭḥẹ P̣ḥạṇṭọṃ C̣ạṛṇịṿạḷ ⸺ October 31, MMXXIV
Dear Guest,
Under the light of the crescent moon, when secrets are unveiled and shadows stir, you are invited to step inside the Phantom Carnival. On this spellbound night, held at the Twilight Fairgrounds, you’ll be transported to a world of hidden marvels and masked intrigue. The night will be filled with captivating performances, eerie delights, and mysterious encounters that blur the lines between the real and the imagined. Don your most captivating and mysterious attire, and prepare to journey through the night, where illusions trick the eye, and every step you take leads deeper into the unknown. The night beckons—you won't want to miss this fleeting world before it disappears with the dawn. RSVP before the next full moon rises, and let fate lead you to this unforgettable night of enchantment.
Yours in shadows and starlight, The Ringmaster
1st, Face Claim & Character Name: Reveal her face—a vision of carnival allure and mystery. 2nd, Age: Count her years like fleeting moments of enchantment. 3rd, Zodiac Sign: Share her celestial sign, where secrets and fortune meet. 4th, Outfit at the Ball: Describe her attire—an enchanting costume filled with magic. 5th, Powerful Mantra: Her spellbinding phrase, a beacon of strength for the night.
例 (れい¹, a) Demi Lovato as Gelda Zelman, b) 26 years old. c) Leo. d) pin.it/1g7uo4YHz e) 'Red, red, red, dot.'
⸺ Ṭḥẹ Ṣṭạṛḍụṣṭ Ḍṛẹạṃṣ P̣ṛọṃ, ˓ℰpisode 02 〃 ༄Queen of the Universe.
Francesca Rossi, Mercury’s muse, was a force of quicksilver brilliance—sharp, swift, and dazzling in her ability to capture attention. Her words seemed to shimmer in the air, quick and calculated, leaving everyone enchanted. The Stardust Prom seemed like hers to dominate, her intelligence unmatched, her clever charm unshakeable. But as the moment of the crowning approached, something in the atmosphere shifted. A faint vibration hummed through the hall, growing stronger, like a building storm just beneath the surface. Francesca paused, her gaze flickering with confusion. Without warning, a high-pitched frequency rippled through the room—so subtle it was more of a sensation than a sound. The lights flickered, and before anyone could react, Francesca was gone. No trace of her remained, as if she had been plucked from the very fabric of reality. The air buzzed with whispers of the “Mercurial Vanishing,” an ancient myth that spoke of Mercury muses being too restless to stay in one place for long, always called back to the ever-shifting tides of their home planet. Some said they saw a glint of silver flash before she disappeared, while others swore they heard the distant chime of metal on glass—an echo of her sudden departure.
With Francesca’s disappearance, the room fell silent in eerie anticipation. And then, as the tension broke, Sophie Astraya, the Moon’s muse, emerged from the shadows. Her ethereal beauty and serene grace were like a soft lunar glow illuminating the darkened stage. Her quiet, otherworldly charm captivated everyone as she was crowned Queen of the Universe. The crown, now aglow with the light of the moon, seemed destined for her, resting gently on her head as if it had always been meant to be there. As Sophie stood, bathed in a silver aura, the audience couldn’t shake the feeling that the night had been altered, as if time itself had shifted with Francesca’s sudden disappearance and Sophie’s serene ascension to her rightful throne.
⸺ Ṭḥẹ Ṣṭạṛḍụṣṭ Ḍṛẹạṃṣ P̣ṛọṃ, ˓ℰpisode 02 〃 ༄Queen of the Universe.
Anemone Villár, Saturn’s muse, carried a quiet, timeless grace, her movements deliberate, as though she understood the weight of the ages. She was mysterious, regal, her presence felt like the slow turning of celestial rings—eternal, unshakable. The Stardust Prom was to be her crowning moment, her rise to greatness assured. But as the crown neared her, an unsettling stillness swept over the room, as if time itself had paused. The air grew dense, and a strange, soft ringing echoed, like distant chimes, vibrating through the space. The lights flickered, and then plunged the room into a suffocating darkness. When the lights returned, Anemone was gone. The crown rested on the stage, untouched, like a relic left behind by time itself. Whispers of the "Saturnian Binding" filled the air—an ancient legend of muses connected to Saturn, who, if they ever sought to rule outside their destined path, would be claimed by the planet’s endless rings, bound to its eternal cycles forever. Some claimed they saw a figure shrouded in shadow, with eyes like gleaming, ancient stone, standing just beyond the edge of light before Anemone vanished. Others swore they heard the faint ticking of a clock, slow and ominous, fading into silence. “She was Saturn’s forever,” a voice whispered. And from that moment, Anemone Villár was never seen again.
⸺ Ṭḥẹ Ṣṭạṛḍụṣṭ Ḍṛẹạṃṣ P̣ṛọṃ, ˓ℰpisode 02 〃 ༄Queen of the Universe.
Camille Crépeau, Neptune’s muse, was a vision of calm and mystery, her presence as fluid and untouchable as the depths of the ocean. She moved through life like a wave, serene yet powerful, drawing everyone into her quiet, enchanting aura. The Stardust Prom was meant to be her night, her moment to reign as queen. But as the final moments approached and the crown was lifted toward her, a strange chill swept through the room, and the lights seemed to dim with an eerie blue glow. The air felt heavy with moisture, like the weight of deep waters. Suddenly, the room was enveloped in darkness, as if swallowed by the sea. When the lights returned, Camille had vanished. The crown sat abandoned on the stage, gleaming faintly under the pale lights. Rumors of the "Neptunian Tide" rippled through the crowd—a legend that spoke of muses linked to Neptune, who were bound to the ocean’s depths and could never rise above its pull. If they dared, they would be drawn back into the deep, never to return. Some swore they saw a figure wrapped in mist, its eyes like shifting waters, watching from the edge of the stage before Camille disappeared. Others claimed they heard the faint rush of waves crashing in the distance, growing fainter, then nothing at all. “She was Neptune’s to claim,” a voice murmured. From that night on, Camille Crépeau was never seen again.
⸺ Ṭḥẹ Ṣṭạṛḍụṣṭ Ḍṛẹạṃṣ P̣ṛọṃ, ˓ℰpisode 02 〃 ༄Queen of the Universe.
Delphine Reneau, muse of Uranus, was a mystery wrapped in beauty, her presence always just beyond comprehension. She moved with an otherworldly grace, her every glance filled with secrets no one could quite unravel. The Stardust Prom seemed to be her destined stage, where she would finally take her place as queen. But as the crown hovered near, the room suddenly felt off-kilter, the air charged with a strange, electric energy. A low hum filled the space, growing louder, almost as if reality itself had begun to bend. Then, in a flash, the lights surged and the room was plunged into an unsettling darkness. When the lights returned, Delphine was gone. The crown lay alone, gleaming under the lights, a haunting symbol of her absence. Whispers of the "Uranian Rift" spread quickly—an ancient legend of muses tied to Uranus, who, if they ever tried to ascend to earthly power, would be pulled back through the cosmic veil, forever lost between worlds. Some claimed they saw a swirling mist, with eyes that gleamed like distant stars, lurking near the stage before Delphine disappeared. Others spoke of a faint, strange whistling sound, like the distant wind carrying her name into the unknown. “She was Uranus’ enigma,” a voice whispered. And from that night onward, Delphine Reneau was never seen again.
⸺ Ṭḥẹ Ṣṭạṛḍụṣṭ Ḍṛẹạṃṣ P̣ṛọṃ, ˓ℰpisode 02 〃 ༄Queen of the Heavens.
Céline Archambeau, Jupiter’s muse, carried a majestic aura, her presence commanding respect with every step. Her strength was undeniable, her poise regal, as though she had been born to wear the crown. The Stardust Prom was meant to be her moment, a coronation of her grace and power. As the night reached its climax, the air around her grew strangely still, as if the very atmosphere was holding its breath in anticipation. Just as the crown was about to be placed upon her head, a deep rumble echoed throughout the hall, shaking the ground. The lights flickered violently, casting eerie shadows, before the room plunged into a heavy, unnatural darkness When the lights returned, Céline had disappeared. The crown remained on the stage, gleaming yet untouched, a symbol of an empty promise. The guests whispered about the "Jovian Judgment," an ancient tale that warned against muses of Jupiter ever seeking earthly thrones, for they were bound by the will of the planet, destined to be claimed if they tried to rise too far. Some swore they saw a looming figure, its eyes flashing like lightning, watching from the shadows before she vanished. Others claimed to hear the distant roll of thunder, growing faint, as though it were being swallowed by the vastness of the sky. “She was Jupiter’s to reclaim,” a voice murmured. From that night on, Céline Archambeau was never seen again.
⸺ Ṭḥẹ Ṣṭạṛḍụṣṭ Ḍṛẹạṃṣ P̣ṛọṃ, ˓ℰpisode 02 〃 ༄Queen of the Stars.
Lyra Celestine, Venus’ muse, embodied pure elegance, her every gesture flowing with effortless grace. She was the center of admiration, captivating all with her mesmerizing charm. The Stardust Prom seemed to be the perfect stage for her to claim her crown. As the final moment drew near, the air in the ballroom became unusually fragrant, filled with the scent of roses that clung to the room like a dream. Then suddenly, a strange silence fell, the temperature dropping ever so slightly. The lights dimmed, as though something unseen had cast a shadow over the event. Just as the crown was raised to her, the room plunged into total darkness. When the lights returned, Lyra was nowhere to be found. The crown remained on the stage, a silent reminder of the queen who never came. Whispers of the "Venusian Curse" spread like wildfire—an ancient warning that muses bound to Venus could never ascend to earthly titles, for Venus would always reclaim her own. Some guests claimed they saw a glowing figure wrapped in soft, silken mist, its eyes reflecting moonlight, watching from the shadows before Lyra vanished. Others murmured about the faint sound of a melancholic melody, like a distant lullaby, fading as quickly as it appeared “She belonged to Venus,” a voice whispered. And after that night, Lyra Celestine was never seen again.
⸺ Ṭḥẹ Ṣṭạṛḍụṣṭ Ḍṛẹạṃṣ P̣ṛọṃ, ˓ℰpisode 03 〃 ༄Queen of the Cosmos.
Katherine Lynn, Mars’ muse, had always been a force of nature, fierce and untamed. Her presence was electric, filled with an intensity that commanded attention. The Stardust Prom seemed to be hers by destiny—no one could match her fiery spirit. As the final moments approached and the crown hovered near her, the room grew heavy, the air thickening with an unnatural tension. A low, rumbling sound echoed, followed by a sudden tremor beneath the floor. The lights flickered, casting long shadows before the entire hall was swallowed by complete darkness. When the lights returned, Katherine was gone. The crown remained abandoned on the stage, like a relic of a forgotten promise. Whispers of the "Martian Oath" filled the night—an ancient tale of the muses tied to Mars, claiming that if they ever sought to surpass their celestial bounds, they would be pulled back into the heart of the red planet, never to return. Some swore they saw a figure cloaked in crimson mist, watching from the shadows, its eyes burning like molten iron, just before Katherine vanished. Others spoke of the distant echo of war drums, growing fainter until silence reigned. “She was Mars’ to keep,” a voice whispered. And from that night onward, Katherine Lynn was never seen again.
Daiana Carrillo, the Sun’s muse, had captivated everyone with her radiant energy, her warmth lighting up any room she entered. The Stardust Prom had always been hers to claim—no one could compete with her brilliance. As she stood on stage, moments away from being crowned Prom Queen, the room suddenly dimmed, as if her light was being swallowed by something unseen. The temperature plummeted, and the lights flickered before plunging the room into darkness. When the lights returned, Daiana was gone. The crown lay still on the floor, as if waiting for someone who would never return. Rumors spread quickly, whispering of the "Solar Curse," an ancient tale of muses who burned too brightly. It was said that if a muse tied to the sun ever tried to rise above her celestial role, she would be reclaimed by the very star she embodied. Some claimed they saw a shadowy figure on the edge of the stage, eyes glowing like dying embers, just before Daiana disappeared. Others swore they heard a faint crackling, like distant flames, before everything went still. “She belonged to the sun,” a voice murmured. And just like that, Daiana Carrillo was never seen again.
Marie Deveraux, Earth's muse, had been the undeniable favorite to win the Stardust Prom Queen crown. Her presence was magnetic, a force that seemed to draw life from everything around her. On the night of the prom, as she stood center stage, the crown glittering in the emcee’s hands, something strange began to happen. The lights flickered once, twice, then plunged the room into total darkness. A hush fell over the crowd, only broken by the faint sound of shuffling feet. When the lights returned, Marie was gone— vanished without a trace. The crown lay abandoned on the stage, untouched. Whispers of an ancient tale swirled through the stunned crowd. A legend that warned of those who tried to hold too much power— muses who connected too deeply with the elements, risking the ire of the Earth itself. Some claimed they saw a dark figure lurking near the stage just before the blackout, its eyes glowing like molten lava. Others swore they heard the faint echo of her name, carried on a gust of wind that chilled the room. "She was never meant for this world," someone whispered. Marie Deveraux was never seen again.
Lucia Montenegro was poised to win the Stardust Prom Queen title— everyone knew it. Her allure was irresistible, her grace unmatched, and her connection to the stars seemed almost supernatural. As she stood on stage beneath a cascade of shimmering lights, the crown mere inches from her head, something strange happened. The auditorium's lights flickered once, then went completely dark. For a few seconds, silence filled the room, broken only by the nervous shuffling of feet. When the lights snapped back on, Lucia was gone. Vanished. The crown lay on the floor, untouched, as if she'd never been there at all. Panic rippled through the crowd, but whispers of an old legend crept in— one that spoke of the "Stardust Curse." It was said that whoever sought to become queen but shined too brightly, too fiercely, would be claimed by the stars themselves, vanishing without a trace. The prom ended in chaos, with no one able to explain how Lucia disappeared or where she had gone. Some claimed they saw a figure in the shadows, an indistinct silhouette with eyes that gleamed like black holes. Others said they heard a faint whisper, barely audible: “She belonged to the stars.” Lucia was never seen again.
⸺ Ṭḥẹ Ṣṭạṛḍụṣṭ Ḍṛẹạṃṣ P̣ṛọṃ ⸺ November 17, MMXXIV “Ṛẹṃọṿẹ ṭḥẹ star you liked the least. Let the stardust consume what you no longer cherish. One by one, their whispers will fade into the vastness, leaving shimmering echoes of forgotten galaxies. Choose wisely, for once they’re swept away by cosmic winds, the silence will stretch like the void between stars... And you’ll be left alone with your choices, drifting in the endless night. ₊ ☾ ⸺⸺⸺⸺WOꓤꓒ༶ꓕSꓵꓷꓤⱯꓕS⸺⸺⸺⸺ ⟡ ⊹
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