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@charllatan
INDIE / PRIVATE / SELECTIVE BUSTER MOON FROM SING
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solo roleplay blog featuring BUSTER MOON from SING by illumination, originally established back in 2016. not duplicate friendly & not sfw. portrayal includes crossover verses including a human!AU. start interacting here!
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life update, blogs status - important!
alright, i've been soooo all over the place lately and here is the reason: stress. i know that's not much of a reason, but i've had one thing after another hit me just as i'm recovering. grief, vet, finances, rl world issues, etc. all this year so far, i've been fighting for my stability (like possible homelessness) and i was dreading the worst outcome this whole time as well. due to this, i've been leaning into other hobbies (such as cozy gaming) or keeping myself primarily offline to keep myself distracted or tended to.
this all said though, luckily things are looking up again! and with it, my motivation is starting to return! however, running 4 blogs (and over 30+ muses) all at once again is... a lot. especially since i've been hardly around, just bits here and there, in the last few years. i do not want to give up tumblr rp, and i am very happy with my roster, so here is what i am going to do (as long as rl doesn't throw another issue my way ugh):
i'm going to start getting back into a routine here, starting with only 2 blogs. there is a likelihood (not decided yet) that i'll move buster onto the multi because its just unrealistic for him to be on his own blog anymore, especially with him being in a non-existent rpc fandom. more on those decisions later...
while i'm refiguring a routine, i want to lean into the muses i have the highest muse for: jade and ratchet, my two solos. i've said this before in the past, yes... but like i said, life has been testing me. i would love to make a day or 2 of each week dedicated to the rpc so i can write my muses again, and engage with my lovely moots!
so for now, please (if you havent already) follow me on jade @cursedguardian and/or ratchet @veldinstar if you wish to continue writing atm! my multimuse @allnostalgic and buster @charllatan will continue to be on hiatus. no, none of my blogs are being deleted and i will return.
i am also available on d.iscord for ooc chatting/plotting for moots, so please hmu on there as well! i really miss you guys a lot! i'm so out of touch with whats been going on here, that its been difficult for me to approach first. so please, if you see me on, don't be shy! i don't bite!
thank you all for your patience🩷
Serendipity
the world at night meant so much to you
Too sweet. Her heart swelled seeing him perk up at her acceptance to him joining her, but before she or him could say anything that may heart either heart, she stepped past him, evening out her lesser load again in either hand.
"Come on then, I ain't gonna keep em waitin," she called over her shoulder, walking at a steady stride. She knew the spots of the city where her old friends hung out, where they begged, where they tried to keep warm. First stop, a dingy part of town under a cover of a sealed up shop entrance that had long since gone out of business.
Under its shelter sat a shady looking fella, wearing a battered hoodie and wrapped in a shoddy blanket and when he looked up, there almost seemed to be a wild look in his eye.
Ever since meeting Peg, she had opened her eyes to many things he had once overlooked. Never himself a beggar, but never had he been rich. Even so, many times Buster had pretended to have something to flaunt — focusing on having his name garner a reputation that would aid in his dreams. With no dreams left to aim for now though, he realized how awful that mindset of his had been. There were just too many animals out there in need, and Peg— no richer than them —showed more care for their well-being than Buster had ever attempted. Not that he intentionally left them out, but despite his own lack of stability, he had been too stuck in the clouds of his own pity party.
Buster had stopped being that sort of koala quite some time ago.
It's why upon approaching a "shady" looking fella did he not flinch or show any panic, but instead he looked to Peg for guidance on her intention. Was this an old friend of hers, or simply someone she kept in mind due to other certain circumstances?
I'm normal about the koala. I draw him a normal amount. I prommy
" 𝐖𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐥𝐲? " Airin stands beside him, looking up at the moon with a hint of melancholy. " If you stayed there, I mean. Everyone you love is down here and up in the stars? You can't hear a thing. "
❝Now, you say that like I would stay up there forever. The view would be amazing, sure... but there's always more to aim for.❞ He regards the moon a moment longer, before smiling at his company. ❝Even when you don't believe there's anything new to dream.❞
Mike's singing came to a gentle trickle, finally fading out as Moon's voice piped up. He wouldn't let himself get lose in song this time, he was on a mission, after all. So the mouse offered another reassuring smile.
"Okay, okay, how about we go on three?" Mike suggested, lifting up three fingers as if to demonstrate. This was going to be the hard part. Buster was still likely frozen with fear, how was Mike going to get him to let go? But Mike had a history of being able to throw around other animals twice, or even ten times his size. Hopefully, Moon understood.
"Ready? One, two, THREE!" It was less of a gentle jump than implied. On three, Mike less hopped off Buster, moreso he had grabbed onto one of the poor koala's sleeves and practically hurled himself towards the floor, hoping to drag Buster along with him.
Luckily, Mike's singing had done the trick. Even if there was some panic still festering, he felt prepared to jump down the rest of the way. Mike's reassurance, count down, and even the pull were all efforts that allowed the koala to let go. The relief was immediate once his shoes hit the floorboards, a hand going to his head as if to steady himself. After a deep breath, the shame flooded him next.
❝I-I-I'm sorry you had to see that. I don't know what came over me up there.❞ Ears were pulled back, feeling humiliated. He was usually quite careful in covering up his emotions and pushing down the worse ones. Mike had seen him completely open, and it hadn't been exactly on purpose. Buster sincerely gotten terrified up there, and he hated how his friend had witnessed it.
WINTER ACTIVITIES - ROLEPLAY STARTERS (ice-cold laughter · warm breath in the air · disasters disguised as fun)
ICE SKATING CHAOS & CLOSENESS
“Don’t laugh— I’m trying my best not to fall on my face.”
“If I slip, you’re falling with me. That’s fair warning.”
“Your hands… hold them steady. I’m trusting you with my life here.”
“I didn’t expect you to be this good on the ice.”
“Stop skating circles around me, you’re showing off.”
BUILDING SNOWMEN & CRUMBLING PATIENCE
“No, no— that’s not how you build the base. Here, let me.”
“Hey! You can’t steal the carrot nose, that’s cheating.”
“I swear this snowman looks like it’s judging us.”
“Stop collapsing it on purpose, I can see you laughing.”
“You’ve got snow on your eyelashes… don’t move.”
SNOWBALL FIGHTS & PLAYFUL WARFARE
“If you throw that, I promise you won’t win this battle.”
“You missed— horribly. Are you even trying?”
“Oh, now you’ve done it. That one actually hurt.”
“Stop gloating and help me up, you menace.”
“You know, tackling me into the snow is basically cheating.”
HOT CHOCOLATE & WARM MOMENTS
“Careful, it’s hot. Don’t burn your tongue like last time.”
“You have whipped cream on your nose… don’t move.”
“Why does hot chocolate taste better when you’re here?”
“Come sit by the window with me. The snow looks pretty from here.”
“Don’t hog the blanket— scoot closer.”
HOLIDAY MARKETS & WINTER CROWDS
“Hold my hand— I don’t want to lose you in this chaos.”
“Look at these lights… feels like another world.”
“Here— try this. I bought two in case you hated it.”
“You’re freezing, aren’t you? Take my coat.”
“Don’t pretend you didn’t stop to look at that. I saw your face.”
SLEDDING DISASTERS
“If we crash, you better promise not to blame me.”
“Sit closer, or we’re both falling off the sled.”
“Okay, that was definitely faster than it looked.”
“I can’t believe we wiped out that hard— are you okay?”
“You’re laughing way too much for someone who face-planted.”
MAKING A FIRE & GETTING WAY TOO CLOSE
“Can you pass me the matches? I think I’m losing feeling in my fingers.”
“Sit closer— the fire won’t reach you from there.”
“You’re shaking. Here… hands.”
“Snow outside, fire inside… feels like a movie, doesn’t it?”
“Your cheeks are red. The fire or me?”
GINGERBREAD & HOLIDAY BAKING
“You can’t just eat the decorations— those were for the roof!”
“Stop stealing the dough, it’s raw!”
“I swear you’re making a mess on purpose.”
“Hold this— no, not like that! Oh no…”
“You’ve got flour in your hair. Come here.”
HOLIDAY MOVIE NIGHT
“If you choose the cheesy one again, I’m leaving.”
“No— don’t fast-forward. That part’s the best.”
“You can lean on me if you’re tired.”
“You fell asleep… and now I can’t feel my arm.”
“We’ve watched this so many times, and you still gasp.”
GETTING SNOWED IN TOGETHER
“Well… we’re definitely not getting out until morning.”
“Stop pacing. Come sit with me before you wear a hole in the floor.”
“You’re cold— here. Blanket.”
“I guess we should talk… unless you want awkward silence.”
“It’s weird— being stuck with you doesn’t feel bad.”
NEW YEAR’S EVE TENSION
“You know the countdown doesn’t require staring at me like that.”
“If you want someone to kiss at midnight, say it.”
“Hey— stay next to me when the fireworks start.”
“The crowds are loud… stick close.”
“Don’t pretend you’re not hoping I’ll ask.”
WINTER HIKES THROUGH THE QUIET
“Careful, it gets icy around this bend.”
“Listen… everything’s so still out here.”
“You okay? You slipped— I’ve got you.”
“Your breath is making little clouds. It’s kind of cute.”
“I didn’t expect the cold to feel this peaceful.”
“We just wanted to make sure you’re all right, that’s all,” came Rosita’s voice from outside when Buster refused to answer. “And you know what? I bet we can find some other place to put the show on. Right?”
“You’re not the only one who lost something here,” Johnny shouted at Buster through the door. “We all did!”
Buster heard their words, but he couldn’t bring himself to even open the door to them. How could he ever face them again after what he had done to them? He had never felt so utterly hopeless or lost his whole life. Those poor, kind animals had put their hopes and dreams in his paws and he had been so careless with them. He had let everyone down. But most of all, Buster knew he had let his father down. He was a failure. A flop. A has-been. A big, fat nothing.
Buster fought back the tears as Meena spoke kindly through the door, reminding him of the good advice he had once given her: “Don’t let fear stop you from doing the thing you love.”
Buster didn’t want to hear it. He didn’t want kindness or forgiveness, or good advice or even friendship right then. He felt wretched and hopeless, and he just wanted to be left alone.
———- from : sing ( book of the film ).
Buster and Jimmy Christmas Shopping - Continuing from old thread.!
"Oh, yeah? Like what?" Crystal asked, cracking a little grin. But Buster was right - they needed to hurry. Porsha had shown Jimmy pictures of the handbag she wanted, and it didn't look like there were too many of them in stock.
If Jimmy was in this for "good father points", he couldn't settle for just any bag that fit that description. It had to be that specific one.
He hurried forward a little bit, then stopped to go back and grab Buster by the hand. The koala's short legs were slowing them down!
"Okay, tell me. Where's the purse section?" Jimmy asked, taking a turn at the hanging sign that said "women." "You would know."
Hey, he was still the same old wolf. He needed to get a tease in somehow.
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When the wolf grabbed his hand, his fur bristled as a wave of slight panic swept over him. In seconds though, he realized that Crystal was ushering him more forward in his hurried state. Once Buster realized this, he shifted his stance with a pull free from the grasp. He might be small, but he was used to the pace to keep up with others with much taller legs than himself.
Buster allowed the other to lead as he was the one with the most knowledge on the particular bag they were looking for, the short escape from the outside chill welcoming. Meanwhile, he left Crystal's prior question unanswered. Instead, he focuses on the second — one he regarded with a forced laugh. Okay then.
❝Off to the right, just down this way~❞ Buster says this as he takes the turn in the direction, leading on as his eyes trace for colors of neon green. ❝Do you remember what brand this bag was exactly? I doubt we'll get lucky in the first store, but it's always good to check.❞
Endless Animation Series (20/??): Sing (2016)
“A singing competition. Just think, your neighbor, the-the-the grocery store manager, that-that-that-that chicken, right there. Everyone in the city gets a shot at being a star live on my stage!”
SHE HAD ANTICIPATED AS MUCH on the pushback, so the sigh to sweep over her was far from one out of surprise. why was she so attracted to stubbornness? even in her friends... perhaps some part of her just liked the CHALLENGE, and the way it forced her to examine herself, too. though, that was overthinking at a time she really didn't need to be, so attention refocused, and the release of weighted breath was followed by a sharpness to an inhale. pulling her shoulders back and nodding, pressing lips together. still thoughtful, still c o n t e m p l a t i v e. far from having given up, even if her movement might have appeared to be a relenting.
"promise me you will take a break when this show is done then. i'm not asking for a year here, buster. i'm not asking for a month. just a pause. a moment to evaluate yourself, your health, and what you need that isn'y just constant distraction with work." tone had suddenly grown soft, and there was a twist of pain in the depth of layers. "my friends and family one time tried to get me to stop for my health, and i didn't. i ended up in the hospital. i was out l o n g e r than if i had just taken a moment to pause and listen and evaluate. the best thing you can do is take of yourself as soon as possible. otherwise it just... gets worse."
and then recovery? well. she was one of the lucky ones.
As she tells him all of this, Buster is quiet as he listens intently. Brows would crease in soft concern of what she had went through, allowing a further understanding of why she asks this of him. To be honest, he had experienced burn out before. It nearly left his dream in shambles. The reasons for him pushing on now was quite different, and those were reasons he had been trying to act like was not a huge deal. Perhaps that made him ignore how possibly severe this could be — far from simple burn out. If it hadn't been from his friends then, he wouldn't even have a stage to stand on now. He only wished to not slow them down for reaching their potential. It was his dream to help them reach the stars, after all.
Buster gives her a light nod, a wave of fondness sweeping over him despite the negativity attacking him within. If they had been alone, he would've reached out in someway to express affection. For now, he clings tighter to the clipboard he held.
❝... alright, I promise. You have my word. As soon as this show is done, I'll take a moment.❞ If even not for just himself but to help her feel better, he would.
buster needs a nap, honestly. i’ve been resisting drawing fanart for this movie and i don’t know why. i love it. i love them. buster you madman. tiny tiny madman.
