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Independent Multi-Muse RP Blog - Written by Amy
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"We're drifting aimlessly. Blind in a world of make believe."
The Poet. Independent Rockstar OC. Penned by Amy.
Doctor Who — Flatline {Sentence Starters}
“You’ll die.“
“We need to move. Now.“
“Hello, barely sentient local.“
“Just go, okay? Let me do this.“
“Stop laughing. This is serious.“
“No. Not impressive. Annoying.“
“Oh my God, that is so adorable.“
“Sorry about them. They’re idiots.“
“This is where we run. Stick with me.“
“I just hope I can keep them all alive.“
“Sorry. Stopped listening a while ago.“
“Oh, grow up. They’re picking targets.“
“Are we really hiding from killer graffiti?“
“No, it does not, so don’t get any ideas.“
“Everyone’s out to get you, aren’t they?“
“Please don’t do that. That’s just wrong.“
“Where are you? And are you in trouble?“
“No, I can’t speak up. They might hear me.“
“Great. What do you want me to do about it?“
“That’s all right, don’t worry. I’ve heard worse.“
“You could leave all that stuff here, you know.“
“Congratulations… Lying is a vital survival skill.”
“You think this is all one big misunderstanding?“
“I know who did it. Who did it all. I figured it out.“
“Yes. I get it. You’re excited. When can I go home?“
“I’m flattered, but I don’t think this is exactly the time.”
“I don’t suppose it really matters now. You are monsters.“
“You want to walk? Walk. You want to stay? Then shush!“
“Keep away from them. If they touch you, you’re finished.“
“I need more info. Where else have people disappeared?“
“I think this is great that someone’s finally looking into this.“
“Whatever they are, they are experimenting. They’re testing.“
“It’s good to be alive, though. Thank you. Seriously, thank you.“
“I tried to talk. I want you to remember that. I tried to reach out.”
“Lie to them. Give them hope. Tell them they’re all going to be fine.“
“I think I just picked the title because it makes me sound important.“
“People were thinking that no one was listening. That no one cared.“
“You really do throw your companions in at the deep end, don’t you?“
“Look, can we please deal with this later? Because we need to move.“
“Just say it. Why can’t you just say it? Why can’t you just say I did good?“
“I don’t know, but that’s the least of my problems. Just get us out of there.“
“That is the role you seem determined to play. So, it seems I must play mine.“
“Pretty soon a leader is going to emerge. You need to make sure that leader is you.“
“I’ll tell you who I am. I am the one chance you’ve got of staying alive. That’s who I am.“
“It’s true that people with hope tend to run faster, whereas people who think they’re doomed…”
“Could you not just let me enjoy this moment of not knowing something? I mean, it happens so rarely.”
🎶 Robin Hood and Little John walking through the forest / Laughin' back and forth at what the other has to say / Reminiscin', this-n-thattin', havin' such a good time / Oo-de-lally, oo-de-lally, golly, what a day 🎶
Robin Miller, 1973
❤ Dating Sim Tropes ❤ REPOST AND FILL IN WITH DETAILS ABOUT YOUR MUSE AS IF THEY WERE A CHARACTER IN A DATING SIM.
NAME: The Poet (Aatos Lampo)
THEIR PROFESSION: He’s a rock star, although he does have some experience being a personal assistant!
FAVOURITE FOOD TYPE: He likes any type of soup. It reminds him of home and is his go-to cosy comfort food. However, he also has a sweet tooth and is that type to eat a whole box of fancy chocolates while watching romantic comedies. He also loves candy floss, lollipops and any form of boiled sweets.
FAVOURITE ALCOHOLIC DRINK: Red wine. Typically, the more expensive, the better. He also likes cocktails with his favourite being Daiquiri.
FAVOURITE TRAIT: He loves people who are passionate. If someone has an interest they fiercely enjoy, he’ll happily sit and listen to whatever it is. He never judges, but he will take inspiration from a person’s devotion to a topic, hobby or thing. For instance, the Poet is fiercely passionate about music and if someone shares that enthusiasm, he’ll sit for hours and talk with them about it.
WHERE THEY WOULD GO ON A DATE: A carnival or a circus. These are the Poet’s two favourite places in the universe and he’d want to impress his date by winning them the biggest stuffed animal prize on hook-a-duck or the knock-down sideshow games. It would also be a fun way for him to get to know them: are they a thrill seeker, an atmosphere chaser, do they cover their eyes when the trapeze artist is on the tightrope, are they scared of clowns, do they love carnival food or not?
IDEAL GIFT: Clothing - a nice scarf, a pair of earrings, a necklace or a ring will suit him just fine. He has an expansive wardrobe of many beautiful, colourful and varied outfits, but he wears them all in rotation with a different accessory each time and he’s always looking to add to his collection. Although, in truth, the Poet will treasure absolutely anything he’s given. He keeps letters, drawings and gifts from all of his fans in his room and has the stories for each memorised by heart.
WHEN WILL THEY DRINK ALCOHOL: At parties, with a meal or when he’s struggling. He seldom gets drunk these days, but has been known to drink red wine straight from the bottle with friends during parties or when the mood has called for it.
TAGGED BY: @rosetintedgunman (Thank you! <3)
TAGGING: *throws a dart onto the dash* You!
It was odd for Icelyn to be called for by Halloween Town's legal advisor. When she stepped inside, she would discover there was a small glass jar on his desk. A ribbon was tied around the neck, holding a card thar had her name written in that near-perfect handwriting. The jar was home to a rose, but not a black one that would be found in the town. Instead, it was pink.
"I... Am unsure how much of the other Holidays you know about, but Valentine's Day is a day commemorating love," Dante explained as he carefully lifted the present and offered it to her. "Not just romantic love, despite what one might assume. It's a time to show appreciation toward friends and family too. Besides, I thought it was a good excuse to look for a little bit of colour for you." (blueheartedmayor)
Icelyn had been sitting on the edge of the town fountain ghoul-watching when one of the office workers told her that her presence had been requested by Dante. Gathering up her things into her satchel, she made her way through the Town Hall until she stood outside Dante's office. Gently knocking before she entered, she stood nervously with her hands behind her back.
"You wanted to see me?" she asked softly, her footsteps leading her to the other side of the desk. Reaching out to receive the gift, her eyes lit up in wondrous surprise and a bright smile crossed her lips. "H-How did you know that pink roses are my favourite? I saw one when I was little - in the Human World - and it just..."
She quietened at his explanation, her smile slowly fading from excited to touched. "Thank you, Dante...I love it. I hadn't realised, but...that might explain why Mom and Dad moved Date Night to this evening."
Gently putting the plant down, she reached into her bag. "I actually have something for you, too..." She skimmed through her satchel, studying everything carefully until she found what she was looking for. "...here it is!"
She held out a black and white photograph to him. "It's the one we took the other week," she explained, the image depicting Dante smiling while Icelyn pulled a face. "I thought you might like it?"
HAPPY FIVE YEAR TUMBLR ANNIVERSARY ASH AND DAMIEN!!!!
@blueheartedmayor
Ash!! I can’t believe it’s been five years since you first started writing Damien over here, but I knew I absolutely had to do make something for you to mark this amazing milestone.
I’m privileged to have been around since you first started writing Damien and I’m even more honoured to have my characters be part of his story. The way you write his character, incorporating so much consideration, creativity and thought into everything you do never ceases to blow me away. You are exceptionally talented and you honestly inspire me so much.
I adore the relationship that Damien has with Icelyn - the way he’s sort of a mentor-turned-uncle figure with her is just the sweetest and how their friendship is only strengthened when he becomes Dante just warms my heart. The same goes for his friendship with Oogie. The way that Damien and Dante integrated into the world of Halloween Town so seamlessly is just my favourite thing.
Congratulations on Five Years and here’s to many more!! <3 <3 <3
ooc; I have nowhere else to scream about this, but HIM.
Hm. Wilford doesn't know Poet, but apparently Amy is very fond of him, so it would be rude to leave him out tonight. There's a voice recorder and a notebook wrapped up neatly in black, shimmering paper. Maybe it would help the Poet preserve new ideas while they were being created? (rosetintedgunman)
Lounging against his black and white striped chaise longue in a pair of purple, silk pyjamas, the Poet grinned from ear to ear. If there was one Holiday he loved above all others, it was Christmas. The lights, the presents, the snow, the food and - above all - the music. Such upbeat, joyous songs that tantalised the imagination with dreams of dancing sugarplum fairies. Much like a child, the excitement of the festive hour drawing nearer had kept him awake and he'd hoped to catch a glimpse of the jolly man himself...only, he seemed to have missed him as he spied something out of the corner of his good eye.
Racing to his feet in a flourish of glee, he picked up the present and gave it a gentle shake to see if he could guess what was inside. Unable to gauge it from mere speculation alone, he tore open the paper and let out an elated giggle.
"Oh, this is wonderful!" he exclaimed, admiring the voice recorder and notebook. "I already have so many new song ideas to write and record! This new year is sure to be absolutely spectacular!"
He aimed a glance towards his fireplace and blew a kiss. "Thank you, Santa, darling!"
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ooc; Busy thinkin about HER
For @blackbirdmuses on her birthday!
Icelyn has always had the expectation of being a scarer and following the family profession on her shoulders since she was a child. Dante suggested that if they came up with a scaring routine together, maybe her family would let her focus on her own interests afterward as a sort of compromise.
I have had this in my head since SEPTEMBER, but it’s taken so long to figure out how best to storyboard it. If you haven’t heard the proper version of this song, I’d highly recommend it.
Proper sketch of Dante under the read-more:
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“I don’t doubt you can, Lady Marian. I just thought you could use some backup.”
░ “I’m fully capable of stealing a measly necklace and escaping capture if need be, thank you.“ Marian cocked her head to the side, considering, and approached Robin in the dimly lit alley. ”… or is being away from me too difficult to bear?“
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Robin heaved a sigh, shaking his auburn hair and aiming a hopeless smile towards her. “Perhaps it is...” he teased, taking closer steps towards her by comparison. “...or perhaps the thought of you getting in trouble you cannot escape from is more difficult to bear. I’ve told you before how dangerous this life is, Marian. I wouldn’t want you getting yourself hurt.”
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Amelia beamed at her. It had been a long time since she’d had a new friend to play with, especially someone who was a visitor to Halloween Town. “I’m sure they’ll let us have a couple little pumpkins!” she cried, taking the girl’s hand. “C’mon! Oh! I’m Amelia, by the way. Amelia Skellington. What’s your name?”
“Who’s ’they’?” Lily was bubbling with curiosity to know everything there was to know about Halloween Town. And very pleased to be able to take home a souvenir to show her Mamma and Daddy in addition to the stories she had to tell them! She giggled, running along as eager to be shown around as the other was to show her.
“Oh, that’s very pretty! My name is Lillian Emily Van Dort, but you can just call me Lily.”
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“The ghosts who haunt the pumpkins and Behemoth who grows them!” she explained, skipping along beside her new friend as she led her through the creaking iron gates and into the Pumpkin Patch. “Nice to meet you, Lily! Your name is pretty, too.”
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░ “You didn’t have to follow me here. I can look after myself.“
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“I don’t doubt you can, Lady Marian. I just thought you could use some backup.”
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“I couldn’t have said it better!” Lily exclaimed, eyes twinkling with wonderment. You would think that being a little girl lost in such a strange place would be terrifying. Certainly, this place was with its dark clouds and all sorts of creatures and things jumping out at you, but in all the best of ways. Hallowe’en everyday! And she had a new friend, a girl just her age, to share it all with!
“Of course! Are we allowed to pick them – and carve them into Jack O’ Lanterns?”
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Amelia beamed at her. It had been a long time since she’d had a new friend to play with, especially someone who was a visitor to Halloween Town. “I’m sure they’ll let us have a couple little pumpkins!” she cried, taking the girl’s hand. “C’mon! Oh! I’m Amelia, by the way. Amelia Skellington. What’s your name?”
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