Galaxy of Muses

{Inactive multimuse blog; there will be separate RP blogs for each character listed under the "Muses" page.}

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{After a lot of thought, I have decided to make this blog inactive.

It's extremely difficult to keep roleplaying when you can't even bring yourself to roleplay with anyone other than close friends, so it's a tough decision, but I'm resigning from this multimuse blog. I'm going to keep it up for the sake of not losing certain roleplays, and I will update my pages with links to each blog.

And, with that, I bid you all farewell; it was fun while it lasted.}

[numberoneapprentice-old]

☆tritonhood☆

[numberoneapprentice-old]

Luke couldn’t help when a childish sort of pout returned to his face. Really! He couldn’t help it! He tried to resist, really he did, but alas. He was too week. His inner child had won this battle… but he has not won the war. Not yet, at least. But he just might if Clive kept babying him like this. Come on, Clive, Luke is thirteen. Thirteen and a HALF. Even though he sort of looked like a ten year old. Which was both a blessing and a curse. Haha, okay, who am I kidding, it was most definitely just one huge curse.

Was he allowed to complain about that, though, or would that be letting his inner child win another battle? Well, it was only Clive, so he guessed he could let himself be a kid for a few minutes. Besides, that’s sort of how brothers were supposed to act, right? He wasn’t really sure, honestly. He’d never had a sibling before now, after all!

"I didn’t slip! I mean, I almost did, but I caught myself, didn’t I?” Yes, yes he did. “So I’m fine! You may be my big brother now, but that doesn’t mean you need to treat me like a little kid. I’m thirteen, and you know that!” Thirteen and a half, actually.

He couldn’t complain about that ice cream bit, though! It was a pretty perfect idea, after all. Nothing too complex or expensive or anything of that sort; just a nice, fun outing to celebrate the beginning of something really special to the both of them. So, with that new mindset, his expression easily morphed back into one of his usual bright smiles, and he may or may not have stood up on the tips of his toes as he often did when he was excited. By which I mean that he totally did, and he definitely looked like a huge dork doing it.

"Anyway, ice cream sounds perfect to me!” Ice cream was bound to sound perfect to anyone. Who didn’t like ice cream? No one I know, that’s who.

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[Just as Luke hadn't been able to resist his more childish attitude, Clive couldn't resist the smirk that came onto his lips as the younger brother pouted and attested to the fact that he'd caught himself, so he totally wasn't a little kid; just as an older brother would most likely do, Clive ruffled the tiny duckette's hair. Gosh, they hadn't even been legal family members for a whole day and they were already acting just like brothers, even after everything that the ex-convict had put them through. He had to admit, it was somewhat relieving to be accepted into their family; he didn't feel so alone anymore, plus, he was Luke's older brother now! It was almost exactly like before, except he wasn't posing as Luke's older self, and he wasn't secretly plotting against the kid this time around.]

Well, even if you did manage to catch yourself, who knows if you'd slip again? I'm your older brother, so it's my duty to look after you, alright? I know you're not a little kid anymore, but that doesn't mean I can't make sure you're safe. [Geez, Clive, from the way you said that, somebody might think you'd actually been there all his life. Actually--I take that back, he was sort of there, just not in person. I mean, he'd read over the kid's backstory and everything when he had to impersonate him and all, so he was a bit of an expert in the field of Luke Triton.]

[Regardless, it seemed as though Luke was up for his idea of going out for ice cream, so all that was left was to put on his younger brother's shoes and head out. Or, if they were lucky enough, an ice cream truck might pass by, in which case, Clive would just pull out the wallet and get them some nice orange creamsicles or something. Actually, if Luke was up for it, they could try making some homemade ice cream--they could just look up a recipe and go for it. Making ice cream was rather simple, if Clive recalled correctly.]

Anyhow, we do have a couple of options for getting ice cream, so I'll tell you what; you get to choose, since it's like a bit of a puzzle. [Not really, but Clive wasn't really up for choosing for him. Yes, he was an expert in the ways of the Luke, but that didn't exactly mean he knew what Luke's favorite method of ice cream preparation/gathering was.] We can head outside and go to an ice cream stand, shop, or whatever, wait for an ice cream truck, or make it ourselves. Which one sounds best?

[numberoneapprentice-old]

☆tritonhood☆

[numberoneapprentice-old]

And there it was. The answer to the riddle. Luke was impressed. Actually, he wasn’t really impressed at all since it was a pretty easy one, but he was proud of his new big brother either way. After all, he was a Triton now. Officially! He’d passed the last test he needed to truly become a part of their family, and Luke couldn’t be happier about it. They could do a whole bunch of brother things now, wow, where to even begin? Oh! And when people spotted them in public together and asked if they were brothers, the answer could finally be yes. Ooooh this was just so great, Luke could barely contain his excitement.

But he couldn’t act it, nope. Not yet, anyway. Right now he needed to act as dramatic as possible. The show wasn’t over quite yet, and he stood up on the table again, putting a hand to his chin and closing his eyes as he let out a soft little “hmm” sound. Was Clive’s answer the correct one? Would he become a Triton after all? Find out after this commercial break! Of course, Luke already knew the answer and, by extension, that Clive’s answer was right, but he needed to make sure he did this right.

So, after an appropriate amount of time had passed, Luke threw his hands up in the air and chirped an excitable “Correct!” The gesture caused him to slip a bit but, thankfully, he managed to catch himself before he fell and let out a little “phew” before sitting back down.

"Congratulations," Luke continued, once he’d made himself comfortable again. "You are now officially a Triton." He wished he had some sort of cool sword or something so he could do that awesome knighthood thing that royal people do, but oh well. He put on a pretty good show without that prop, so he didn’t mind all that much. Jeez, though, whatever Clive and Luke did next had to be memorable. Clive’s first activity as a Triton had to be something super cool that both of them would remember for years and years and years.

Well, he might as well just ask Clive, right?

"So, Mr. Triton, what would you like to do now?" Even if it wasn’t anything big… It’d be memorable either way, he decided. They didn’t need to go on any grand adventure, or anything. Heck, they didn’t even need to go get ice cream to celebrate! They could spend the rest of the day doing something as simple as watching the telly together, and Luke was still sure he’d remember it years from now.

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[Clive couldn't help feeling rather anxious, what with the younger brunet being so dramatic; it was possible that he was merely doing this to build suspense, this being Luke Triton, of all people. Professor Layton loved to do the same thing, now that he thought about it, but that was beside the point; what exactly would happen if he got the answer wrong? Would Luke force his family to toss the brunet back out onto the street? No, that was definitely a worst-case-scenario, since that wouldn't be "gentlemanly". His mind delved into what exactly Luke would do if he'd gotten the answer wrong rather than focusing on how his answer was most likely correct, only awful possibilities rushing to mind, no matter how exaggerated.]

[Regardless, when Luke finally hopped up, throwing his hands in the air with glee and a "correct!" emerging from his lips, Clive almost felt ready to burst with glee himself. Of course, he wasn't going to let that show, but he was rather glad that he'd managed to prove himself to his official brother--somehow, that word in itself made him feel much less alone, especially when it was being used with regards to Luke. He was becoming a part of one of his only friends' family, and that in itself was both relieving and exhilarating, especially with Luke seeming so enthusiastic about it, as well.]

[Even if Clive wasn't going to jump and cry out something with exuberance, he did flash the younger duckette a grin; a genuine one, rather than a smirk. When Luke had declared his congratulations, the older brunet couldn't have felt happier; and then Luke asked what they should do now. Whatever they did was going to be something memorable, so they had to make it something fun, exciting, even if it was merely something like a movie marathon. With a lighthearted smile, the newly-dubbed older brother picked up the younger, trying his best not to strain himself too much, and set Luke down beside him.]

That was our first order of business--getting you off of that table. You nearly slipped just now, don't think I missed that. [Now that Luke was protected from any head and/or spinal injuries due to his position on the table, they could get to whatever they wanted to do next--but first, Clive had to make a correction to the name that the younger duckette used.] And don't call me Mr. Triton--it feels weird, since I'm your brother rather than a stranger now. [Besides, he was thinking of keeping the name "Dove" somehow anyway, so just Triton on its own wasn't exactly the right name. He'd probably just add the Dove to his last name so it was Dove-Triton.]

[Now, for the final order of business--what were they going to do now? Clive had the feeling that, if he asked, he'd be met with an answer regarding puzzles--no,thank you, Luke.]

As for what we do next...how about some ice cream? Does that sound good to you?

[numberoneapprentice-old]

☆tritonhood☆

[numberoneapprentice-old]

And there he was, Luke’s legal big brother, being a complete spoil sport. Well, if anything was going to change his mind about puzzles, Luke’s riddles would be the thing to do it, he thought. After all, his riddles were the best riddles around, and, tricky as they were, they were bound to bring a smile to anyone’s face. Well. Anyone’s face who happened to like puzzles and things of that sort. Maybe this wasn’t the best plan after all, but an attempt has to be made.

"Oh, don’t worry, it’s an easy one!" Luke insisted cheerily, deciding to take a break from standing on the table to sitting on it instead, swinging his legs over the edge. After all, formal as it was, standing on a slippery table in nothing but socks was super dangerous and gentlemen didn’t make very good daredevils.

"Now, here it is. The final test.” He made sure to say the words in the most dramatic, over the top way possible. After all, this was serious! Nothing to be taken lightly, even if Clive was smirking at him a bit. Luke had to try really hard not to make a comment about that, but he managed to stay quiet about it, by some miracle. 

He wondered for a moment if that’s just how Clive smiled? Luke wasn’t sure if he’d ever seen a normal smile on the man’s face, if he really stopped to think about it. So, with that in mind, Luke decided to take his smirk as a sign of happiness at finally being a part of the best puzzle solving family in the whole dang city. Other than Layton and Flora, of course, but hey, they were sort of honorary Tritons at the end of the day.

Whoops, he was getting a little off track here, wasn’t he! He needed to spit out that riddle already. Ohh, but which one was he supposed to say? He had so many favorites… Well, he supposed he’d promised Clive an easy one, so;

"When rain comes down, what goes up?" 

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[Luke might have insisted that whatever riddle that Clive was about to be inflicted with was simple, but he certainly didn't agree; Professor Layton, of all people, had practically raised him for, what, three years? And after that, somebody's perception of simple and complex puzzles would have differed significantly. Regardless, Clive hoped that, for once, luck would be on his side, so that he could finally be accepted as part of the family in his legal young brother's eyes. Alright...all he had to do was solve one tiny riddle. At least, that was hopefully it--knowing the younger duckette, he'd most likely haunt his older brother with puzzles. Whether it was just to taunt or tease him, he merely hoped for the best--this final riddle.]

[After all, Luke had stated that it was the final test--emphasis on final, and as he always said, "A true gentleman never lies." Of course, Luke might excuse it as a misconception, but...gosh, Clive really prayed for that not being the case. No more puzzles for Mr. Ex-convict, thank you very much, especially none of those impossible Laytonesque puzzles. Sometimes, it was nice to be away from the professor just to get a break from those damn things; even if Clive did somewhat internally enjoy the professor's presence, his puzzles always managed to put him in a sour mood.]

[There it was--"when rain comes down, what goes up?" Huh...it was rather simple, considering what the brunet had been anticipating. Rain--Clive first considered what types of objects were used to protect people from the rain; rain boots, umbrellas, hoods, rain ponchos, etcetera. Then there were environmental things to go through, what was happening to the air, the winds, all that, and considering the possibilities, the brunet managed to deduce enough to figure out what his solution would be. Or, at least, what he hoped it would be. Overthinking on simple puzzles was an unfortunate habit of his, thanks to Professor Layton.]

[His answer, of course, was going to be umbrellas--those, out of all things he'd considered, was the only one that could be considered to go up during a storm, right? At least, he hoped that was the solution. Clasping a hand around his chin, Clive announced his answer--please, let it be correct. An anticipatory deep inhalation, and a brief exhalation. Here goes.]

...Well, all things considered, I'd believe the answer to be that: when rain goes down, umbrellas go up. Am I correct, Luke?

[numberoneapprentice-old]

☆tritonhood☆

[numberoneapprentice-old]

Turning down a puzzle? Balderdash! That’s what that was. If Clive was going to be a Triton, he needed to get used to this sort of thing.

As such, Clive’s protest was met with a very quick exclamation of “Of course you do!” which was followed by a slight change in the younger’s posture; a free hand coming down to rest on his waist as his pointer finger stayed in the air, ready to give Clive a lecture of sorts. It might have seemed sort of odd to anyone else; a thirteen year old boy preparing to scold a full grown man, but this sort of thing had become a similar thing around the two of then.

After Clive’s release from prison, Luke had taken it upon himself to make sure Clive turned out to be the true gentleman that he was supposed to be, even if he wasn’t really Luke’s future self after all. So, with a small breath, he dropped the hand that held his pout-like posture back to his side, letting a small smile replace the petulant expression that had spread across his face.

"The Tritons history with puzzles is super important. We’ve been solving puzzles for centuries!” No, he wasn’t making all of this up off of the top of his head, I don’t know what you’re talking about. These are real scientific facts found out by real scientists who have been studying the bones and diets of the Triton ancestors for years.

"It’s in our blood!" Luke insisted, supported by all of the scientists I just mentioned in the paragraph above. Really! For real! I have the blood tests right here, and they say that Clark and Luke are AB Puzzle Positive. "So basically, yes. You have to or you can’t really be a Triton, no matter what the files say. So…” He paused for a moment to clear his throat in a manner he deemed professional, but really just sounded like a thirteen year old dramatically clearing his throat. “Are you ready?”

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[Clive honestly should have been expecting a lecture--since when did he not obtain one from Luke? The younger brunet was a bit fixated with changing his newly appointed older brother into the gentleman that he was becoming...that Professor Layton had been teaching him to be. Clive didn't have any qualms about that, he wanted to make a change for the better, and hopefully, already had; the one thing that nearly changed his mind was the whole puzzle philosophy--puzzleosophy, as he called it in the depths of his own mind. "A true gentleman leaves no puzzle unsolved", or something like that--puzzles irritated the heck out of the ex-convict, especially when they were difficult ones.]

[Of course, Clive figured this was something he'd need to do eventually, especially if he wanted his technical younger brother's blessing on his becoming of a Triton. Of course, when Luke actually gave the older brunet a lecture on how the puzzle history for the Tritons was so important, he nearly snickered--luckily, he stifled it for a bit longer, but that smirk of his still showed. "It's in our blood"--right. Not once had Clive ever heard of puzzle-solving and/or loving coming from genetics, but he'd just go along with it for now. Luke was a little kid, after all--well, even if he didn't think of himself that way--so it was important for his imagination to become so developed. Actually, he was starting to sound like Luke, that was complete bull based off of something he'd heard.]

[Regardless, Clive, as mentioned before, would eventually have to solve this thing, so he braced himself for something tough, knowing how Luke was practically a descendant of Professor Layton's puzzle family. Hopefully, it wouldn't be anything like that one puzzle they solved at the gates to the Towering Pagoda--that thing took him forever to figure out--or anything like...well, any other puzzle they'd encountered. The professor probably made his puzzles so complex purposely just to torture his assistants.]

...Right. Well, I suppose I'm ready...just try and make it simple, alright? I'd rather not waste my day on a single puzzle that I can't even solve properly. [Clive rubbed the back of his head, a bit anxious--whatever Luke considered simple obviously wouldn't be, considering whom he'd learned from in puzzle-solving. Why couldn't he have become more fond of a professor not so obsessed with puzzles?]

[numberoneapprentice-old]

☆tritonhood☆

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This was it. The day Clive officially became a Triton. Sure, most of the paperwork had already been done, filed, sent, and whatever else needed to happen, but that wasn’t nearly enough for Clive to truly be a part of their family. Not to Luke, anyway. There was still one final test that Clive needed to pass before he could really be a Triton, and it needed to be presented to him in the most formal way possible.

So, carefully climbing up on the table and making sure not to slip, (maybe he should have taken off his socks before going through with this) he stood on the tips of his toes with his hands folded neatly behind his back for a few moments before letting out a soft “ahem” sort of noise, and bringing the pointer finger of his dominant hand out in a declaratory act as he’d seen Professor Layton do many times before when pointing out the culprit of a crime.

But Clive wasn’t a culprit this time. He was something else; something better. He was, quite literally at this point of the process, Luke’s big brother and it was the younger’s job to give him a proper welcome in the form of a knighthood of sorts. A Tritonhood, as Luke liked to call it.

"Okay, Clive, before the council can fully accept you as a Triton, you need to pass one final test! It’s sort of a puzzle, I suppose, but it’s really just a regular old riddle. Are you ready?"

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[To be entirely honest, it was an enormous shock when the Tritons announced that Clive was going to become part of their family; at first, he'd assumed they were joking, but once the papers were filed and everything, it hit him like a tidal wave that they were actually serious. Of course, the brunet had been a bit skeptical, and kept asking if they were really sure whether they wanted to adopt him. After all, he was an ex-convict, not to mention that the last time he'd gotten a foster family--or, rather, foster parent--they'd...ended up like his parents.]

[Regardless, no matter how much he protested, in the end, Clive had become a full-fledged Triton--or, well...so he'd thought. Little did he know he had one more test--and that was only announced to him the day after his adoption, when he and Luke had been left to themselves, the older brunet being like a big-brother-babysitter. So, when Luke started to climb up on the table (in socks, mind you), the big brother of the situation got rather concerned.]

H-Hey, Luke, get down from-- [His words were interrupted when the tiny--or, well, bigger, since he was on the table now, but that doesn't matter--duckette pointed at Clive, like in the accusatory manner that the professor had used. The brunet, even though he realized it wasn't the same case as last time, was nonetheless shocked--just what exactly was the younger Triton up to?]

[Of course, Clive couldn't help feeling disappointed in himself when Luke announced that he had to solve a final test--a puzzle. Should've seen that one coming, genius. Honestly, the older brunet couldn't stand riddles or puzzles--the only reason he'd even put up with them was to impersonate this kid.]

...A...puzzle. Can't say I'm surprised, really, but--do I really have to? [He would have said more, but he wasn't exactly sure whether Luke would take offense to his contempt for puzzles or not.]

[justiceorrevenge]

(@numberoneapprentice) Babysitting Duty

[numberoneapprentice-old]

Luke opened his mouth to let out a small (but TOTALLY MATURE) complaint when Clive gave his head a small little pat. Luke was thirteen and a half, and would like to be treated like it, excuse you, Mr. Ex-convict. He decided to keep quiet, though, letting out a small, satisfied sort of sigh, instead. He shouldn’t waste his time complaining of all things right now, after all. Luke finally had Clive back in his life after so long. No negative comments. No. None.

He flinched a bit when Clive grabbed the younger boy’s hand in his own, though, letting a flustered sort of expression cross his face. Oh god, this was it. The epitome of childish behavior. He couldn’t not go along with it, though. Wow, how rude would that be? Yeah, ripping his hand from the older’s like some temper-mental seven year old didn’t sound like the best game plan.

Luke settled for letting out a small, frustrated sort of huff, letting Clive lead him to the sitting room. His embarrassed expression easily left his face soon after, and a normal sort of smiled reappeared to match Clive’s. Wow, he wasn’t sure if he’d ever seen the boy give him a genuine smile like that. He’d the occasional smirk from him, but Luke wasn’t sure if he’d ever seen a smile like this from him.

It took a few moments for Luke to actually react to what Clive had said, what, with that dorky smiling contest the two of them had going on for a second or two there, but after a while, Luke gave a small sort of nod. He started to slip his hand out of Clive’s after that, but decided it’d be easier to keep his hold on him, smiling a bit more as he dragged him a bit closer to the shelf.

"Well…" he said, using his spare hand to point out a few titles that might be interesting to the older boy. "Personally, I like Sherlock Holmes and the Deadly Necklace the best, but House of Fear and Voice of Terror might suit your interests a tad better. Oh, and we have others, too, of course.” he let out an embarrassed sort of laugh before going on. “Honestly, I’ve seen them all plenty of times, so you can pick one out if you’d like.”

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[Had the older brunet not learned any manners, or not experienced the heartbreaking moment they'd just shared not too long ago, he would've snickered at how the way Luke got so flustered from the way that Clive grasped his hand so suddenly; instead, the older of the two adjusted his cap a bit, offering the younger of the two a gentle smile. Not the one he'd worn those years ago, the one tinted with insanity, with maniacal laughter accompanying it; he had changed from those years in prison, even if it didn't seem like it during some occasions.]

[Purging his mind of the bitter reminiscence, Clive glanced at the movies and their titles; Luke seemed rather enthusiastic about his choice, "Sherlock Holmes and the Deadly Necklace", so the older might simply go with that. After all, this was their first time together in years, and it was only polite to let the younger decide. Besides, it was only fair; the older brunet had most likely traumatized Luke back then, not that this decision was something that could even that out, but Clive did owe the poor kid.]

Alright, Luke, how about we watch the one you picked out--Sherlock and the Deadly Necklace, was it? Is that alright with you? [Clive again grinned towards the boy, his spare hand reaching behind him and rubbing the back of his head; hopefully, Luke wouldn't protest, especially since he'd said himself that it was his personal favorite. The only reason that he might even raise an objection would most likely be because he wanted the older of them to choose one that he liked, but Clive was honestly more interested in satisfying the younger brunet's needs.]

[It was best for the both of them, after all, if Clive was to focus on keeping the littler duckette happy. Especially since--and he would never actually admit this, mind you--if the older one managed to satisfy Luke's parents, they might hire him again, and at this point, Clive was somewhat convinced that was the only way that he could interact with the younger boy at this point. It wasn't as though he could simply give the kid a call and ask to go get ice cream or something; he was an ex-convict. Besides, Luke probably didn't reserve whatever like he had for Clive during their interaction in the underground London.]

[littlebuttonanna-archive]

Wait.

Be patient Anna.

Just a little closer…

"Boo!"

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Eek!!

[Elsa felt herself jump, as it was rare for anyone to enter her room after the incident with Anna...whom she spotted by her bedside, giggling to herself. How did she manage to sneak into her room...? Elsa was almost one hundred percent certain that she'd remembered to lock her door.]

A-Anna...! I...how did you get in here?

[The older of the two bit her lip, praying that her gloves wouldn't come loose, internally reminding herself to conceal her powers. Elsa couldn't let anyone, especially Anna, see the power she was concealing.]

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merrygundamtanamemed:

IVE DROPPED LIKE 46 THREADS SO FAR AND THIS IS VERY IMPORTANT IM SO SORRY SOMETIMES PEOPLE EVEN WRITE ME STARETERS ANS I NEVER RESPOND BECAUSE IM DUMV M SO SORRY PLEASE TAKE THIS CAKE

[angsty-askboxmemes]

Come nag my muse with questions on a sensitive topic.

[inboxideas]

Everybody has some kind of scar. Send me a ✗ to hear about a physical scar my character has, or a ✧ to hear about an emotional/mental scar.

[maugrimm]

[mydisneystories]

do you see this face

do you see this face trying so hard at the beginning to keep it in, because she’s afraid of herself

do you see how her face lights up when she realizes just how fun it is to use her power

do you see her slowly beginning to accept herself

do you

do you really

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