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An indie. semiselective OC multimuse currently featuring Davey Wilson. Please read rules before interacting. Follows and likes come from always-together.

[rubysramblers]

Hello everyone! This is an independent, semi-selective multimuse RP blog focusing on OCs created by the mun! Currently featuring Davey Wilson, a trouble-prone folk singer, there's also a late night DJ and a reluctant magical girl for you to check out and interact with here as well!

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(Established in 2024. Penned by Ruby! Please read rules before interacting. Follows and likes come from @always-together.)

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What if I was also inspired by both Kpop Demon Hunters and the multitude of fantasy AUs based on actual Kpop artists I've seen over the years?

Again, stay tuned everyone

(This idea is even less fleshed out than my Deltarune one lol, but it has some staying power in my dumb little brain so we'll see what happens)

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What if…this blog isn’t dead lol

What if I came back to it and told you I’ve also been cooking up a Deltarune TV World OC

(They’d have a fandomless verse too don’t worry)

Stay tuned for whatever comes next for this beautiful mess of an OC blog

[0008753]

A  PEAK  AT  WHAT’S  INSIDE  THEIR          .    .    .

[  *  ]      writing prompt      )         :             send a number  1 - 30  to take a closer look inside this characters life.        /        below you will find a series of various prompts offering a look inside a characters every day life.        these are meant to invoke character development     &     can also be altered as seen fit to better suit the character in question.         bonus if you explain why it’s there!

01.     pockets. 02.     bag   /   purse. 03.     car trunk. 04.     car glovebox. 05.     closet. 06.     bedside table drawer. 07.     medicine cabinet. 08.     wallet. 09.     “junk” drawer. 10.     pantry. 11.     phone home screen. 12.     frequently used emojis. 13.     to do list. 14.     computer home screen. 15.     bookcase. 16.     cd collection. 17.     calendar for this month. 18.     “secret” hiding spot. 19.     five most recent in contact list.  20.     refrigerator.  21.     home safe.  22.     amazon shopping cart.  23.     bank account.  24.     first aid kit.  25.     five most recent in google search history.  26.     most used playlist.  27.     least used playlist.  28.     five most recent sent text messages  29.     five most recent received text messages  30.     netflix watch history. 

[van-cortlandt]

Arlo Guthrie, 1969

[the-expatriate-has-moved]

Well, this was new. Sammy had been in this town for decades, knew every building and person in it inside and out, and yet, as he stopped at the bar this late afternoon, needing some sort of pick me up after having not gotten much sleep, he noticed a blue haired woman he’d never seen before tending bar.

Time to be a nice, conversational customer, instead of the drunks she probably usually got.

“Hi,” he began somewhat breathlessly as he sat down, hand raised in a hello. “I’ll have a Cosmopolitan, please.”

@rubysramblers (from Sammy ❤️)

@rubysramblers

As it happened, Pari hadn't even been working there for very long. So perhaps the other may not have come across her when she'd been working there.

But there was also a first time for everything.

She'd heard the other approach, a raised eyebrow and a smile on her face.

"A Cosmo! Awesome choice. Mind you, you're lucky we actually have the stuff to make it. Usually we don't do cocktails. Grab a seat, make yourself comfy."

[the-expatriate-has-moved]

"Nowadays? Sounds like you've been there before if that makes sense."

Pari asked, a genuinely intrigued look on her face as he spoke.

"Still, it's not all that bad. Depends where you go, of course. For me, I found London to be a melting pot, but at the same time, some of the people are aloof."

Pari mused, although she didn't seem to dwell on it all too much.

"I like it here, to be honest. In a way it reminds me of Worthing. It's nice, it's quiet and.. everyone here seems nice."

Although she did tend to keep herself to herself.

"Glad you're enjoying the Cosmo. It was one of my personal favourites when I still drank alcohol."

[rubysramblers]

“Oh! Apologies…I was there once when I was very young.” A half truth that was technically correct. “I just meant that I’d like to go back to see how it turned into the Manhattan of England, so to speak.”

Sammy picked up his Cosmo again, sipping it down a bit more as he listened to her speak. The way she made it sound, the busyness of the city was simply too much for her; she preferred things to be more quiet. Why exactly she would come here as opposed to just going back to Worthing did puzzle him a little…but who was he to pry about her past? Especially if he didn’t have permission to.

“Worthing’s in the North, right?” he asked before moving on. “At any rate, I’m glad any part of this place is reminding you of back home. Homesickness can be a terrible thing.”

Not that he would know; he didn’t have a definitive “home” to go back to.

“I’ll be sure to tell everyone about your Cosmos…if you’d like to me,” he assured. “In any case…I should probably reciprocate and tell you a little about myself, too, right?”

[the-expatriate-has-moved]

Well, this was new. Sammy had been in this town for decades, knew every building and person in it inside and out, and yet, as he stopped at the bar this late afternoon, needing some sort of pick me up after having not gotten much sleep, he noticed a blue haired woman he’d never seen before tending bar.

Time to be a nice, conversational customer, instead of the drunks she probably usually got.

“Hi,” he began somewhat breathlessly as he sat down, hand raised in a hello. “I’ll have a Cosmopolitan, please.”

@rubysramblers (from Sammy ❤️)

@rubysramblers

As it happened, Pari hadn't even been working there for very long. So perhaps the other may not have come across her when she'd been working there.

But there was also a first time for everything.

She'd heard the other approach, a raised eyebrow and a smile on her face.

"A Cosmo! Awesome choice. Mind you, you're lucky we actually have the stuff to make it. Usually we don't do cocktails. Grab a seat, make yourself comfy."

[the-expatriate-has-moved]

The demeanour didn't bother her all that much. If anything, it was actually really refreshing.

She'd dealt with a lot when it came to people talking to her. So Sammy, as cool as he seemed to be, she appreciated that he didn't seem to mince his words.

"I'll keep that in mind, Sammy. Thanks and.. to be honest, it's nice. See, before I moved here I lived in London and.. it was a bit crazy. But that's putting it mildly. This is the sort of stuff I can manage, if that makes sense."

[rubysramblers]

“I was just about to ask if you’re originally from the U.K,” Sammy admitted, “Although I guess your accent made it obvious. I’ve always wanted to go there myself and see how it is nowadays…”

Ignoring his own strange phrasing, he took another sip of the Cosmopolitan. “This is very well made, Miss Vass,” he complimented. “I’m enjoying it. Have you been bartending for a while?”

He set down the drink for a moment and looked around, at the cozy bar in this cozy town that he had grown intimately familiar with over the past several decades. “Well, this is a good town to get away from a big city in, that’s for sure. Quiet most days, no towering skyscrapers…it’s the complete opposite of London, I’d say.”

[hxzelwallflower]

“Are those…flowers in your hair?”

The question is posed innocently by a long haired man with a hat on, a guitar case over his shoulder. He seems…a little sleepy, somehow, but his eyes are focused.

“First time I’ve ever seen somethin’ like that that’s not in a picture. Groovy.” As if temporarily aware of his own awkwardness, he then clarifies himself with a sheepish smile. “It looks nice.”

(From Davey! @rubysramblers)

Weary hues adjust their focus , drawn from her maladaptive daydreaming by the male's voice . How long she'd been like this god knows , but clearly the environment is responsible . Maybe she shouldn't have ventured here without Spud . Sure the mall has lots to do , but it's incredibly overwhelming for someone who hadn't set foot in one for almost three years .

Oh yeah , the flowers . . .

A subtle graze over one adorning her left ear follows the soft 'oh' from the cherub , lips drawing a more visible smile as she speaks .

❝ Merci. . . forgot I still had them . ❞

She chuckled .

[rubysramblers]

“You should keep ‘em on. They look good against your brown hair like that.”

His voice was hard to place, not fully Southern, but just enough. It seemed to compliment his awkwardness and turn it into something more charming. He, too, laughed a little.

“My parents would show me these big ol’ picture books they had, y’know?” He gestured with his hands to show their size. “They were full of hippies with flowers and branches and anything else you can imagine in their hair. What a time that must’ve been…”

He took the guitar case from his back and put it off to the side, having gotten the feeling he’d probably be chatting here for a while. “…They were actually around during that time,” he finished.

[hxzelwallflower]

❝ The seventies were a time , oui . ❞ ❝ Very fashionable , music was kind of hit or miss though . ❞

A time when her father was passionate about The Beatles , and her mother was off doing missionary work . Such a difference in how their worlds came to be but , overall an era she truly missed out on . Though if she had it her way , the eighties were all the rage .

[rubysramblers]

“Hit or miss?!” Davey seems personally offended by the idea that 70s music might not all be good, although there’s something lighthearted about the way he says it so she knows he’s joking. “There was lots of good stuff from that time, man! I mean, a lot of it was from 60s musicians who were still making music the next decade, but still…”

He crosses a leg over the over. “Sixties are where it’s at for me. That’s where Dylan got his start. He’s, uh…” He seems even more sheepish than usual admitting this. “Bit of an idol of mine.”

[ofteaandmagic]

“This is some pretty good tea,” the man admits after having waited several minutes to actually try drinking it. It seems like he’s had bad experiences with fresh-out-of-the-kettle hot tea. “What kind is it? Or do you make it yourself? If so, that’s really impressive.”

(From Sammy! @rubysramblers )

@rubysramblers

“Glad to hear ya think so,” there was a slight guilty sound to her voice, unable to hide it--this sometimes happened that her teas were too hot to drink. It wasn't the first time and certainly wouldn't be the last; Mellie was more than certain of that.

“I do make most of 'em myself, so I'll take that as a compliment. I was experimentin' and went 'or a caramel apple. There's red rooibos, cinnamon chips and caramel chips in there. Honestly, I was a bit worried I'd over done it a bit with both flavours.”

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“Apple…yes, that’s what it was,” he muses positively. “Something apple flavored always tastes so different from an actual apple…”

Sammy takes another sip, now that she’s described the specific things that are in it. He’s trying to identify each ingredient…he definitely tastes the cinnamon and caramel. To him, the cinnamon is a wee bit stronger than the caramel, but as long as it wasn’t overpowering, it didn’t matter to him.

“I’m always impressed by people who make their own tea…it must be such a delicate thing to do.” He takes one more sip before setting it down, for now. “I’ll have to come here again and try more. What’s your name?”

[twilightterror]

@rubysramblers continued from x

Carolyn shoots a dirty look at the stranger before very forcefully dusting herself off. In truth it didn't even hurt all that bad, but she still has a tendency to be, well, a diva.

She huffs before readjusting her attitude. She usually tried her best to be nice, she had a reputation to upkeep after all, but she did have a nasty temper on her. Thankfully the joke he cracks about tripping does get a little laugh out of her. ❝I'm fine, no hard feelings.❞ She said, giving him her award wining (literally) grin. ❝Sorry about all that, I have a tendency to be a little dramatic sometimes.❞ More like all the time. ❝I think you'd better hang onto that case a little tighter, though.❞

[rubysramblers]

At those words, a load besides the guitar he’s carrying seems to come off of his shoulders. He hates it when people hold grudges for stupid reasons, and he’s happy that won’t be the case right now. Thankful for her understanding, he flashes a peace sign.

“All good, fine lady,” he says, not as a flirt but as a compliment. “And, uh…I’ll take that advice. Next time I might hit a plant or vase or somethin’, hehe…”

That’s when he suddenly looks her up and down, squinting a little as he tries to recall something. “…Have I seen you at the movies? N-Not servin’ popcorn, I mean…like, in the movies. On the screen.”

[hxzelwallflower]

“Are those…flowers in your hair?”

The question is posed innocently by a long haired man with a hat on, a guitar case over his shoulder. He seems…a little sleepy, somehow, but his eyes are focused.

“First time I’ve ever seen somethin’ like that that’s not in a picture. Groovy.” As if temporarily aware of his own awkwardness, he then clarifies himself with a sheepish smile. “It looks nice.”

(From Davey! @rubysramblers)

Weary hues adjust their focus , drawn from her maladaptive daydreaming by the male's voice . How long she'd been like this god knows , but clearly the environment is responsible . Maybe she shouldn't have ventured here without Spud . Sure the mall has lots to do , but it's incredibly overwhelming for someone who hadn't set foot in one for almost three years .

Oh yeah , the flowers . . .

A subtle graze over one adorning her left ear follows the soft 'oh' from the cherub , lips drawing a more visible smile as she speaks .

❝ Merci. . . forgot I still had them . ❞

She chuckled .

[rubysramblers]

“You should keep ‘em on. They look good against your brown hair like that.”

His voice was hard to place, not fully Southern, but just enough. It seemed to compliment his awkwardness and turn it into something more charming. He, too, laughed a little.

“My parents would show me these big ol’ picture books they had, y’know?” He gestured with his hands to show their size. “They were full of hippies with flowers and branches and anything else you can imagine in their hair. What a time that must’ve been…”

He took the guitar case from his back and put it off to the side, having gotten the feeling he’d probably be chatting here for a while. “…They were actually around during that time,” he finished.

[twilightterror]

@rubysramblers continued from x

It's the music that draws Carolyn over to the stranger, an old, familiar tune that she hasn't heard in quite a while. The former starlet tends to avoid relics of her past these days. It turns out immortality gets much harder if you can't let go of the past. Even so, the draw of nostalgia is a powerful on.

❝Oh no need to explain, it's a wonderful song. I'm glad people are still enjoying it.❞ She muses, taking in the tune again. She always did like Cole Porter. He had even scored one of her films back in the day, and what a marvelous film is was. A frown flickers across her face momentarily as her thoughts stray too close to her lost glory days, but she steers them back to the song itself. ❝Have you seen the musical? It's a marvelous show.❞

The strangers continued thoughts gather a chuckle from Carolyn. ❝Well I can hardly blame them, progress was going very fast. It was enough to make your head spin sometimes.❞ She pauses, realizing her choice of words was perhaps a bit odd. ❝I mean, if you look at the history of the time. I can only assume what it was like.❞ She gives another laugh at his apology, waving it off with a smile. ❝Oh don't apologize, dear, I appreciate good chatter. And you're correct, humanity does cycle ever so often. I suppose you just can't change the core of humanity.❞

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Sammy’s eyebrows would raise slightly throughout their conversation, mainly due to her stranger turns of phrase. Perhaps she was just incredibly into that part of history, but there was also something about the glimmer in her eyes that made it seem she had done a lot more than just worn out old records. Still, though, he would respond in kind.

“…Yes. It was the revival from a few years ago, obviously. But I do enjoy learning about that period of history.” He smirked a little bit. “To think there was a time when his song ‘Let’s Misbehave’ was considered scandalous.”

His radio bosses from back then would pass out if they could see how much skin it was acceptable for a woman to show had evolved.

“Every generation has that turning point where the previous generation gets mad at them for one reason or another. It’s inevitable, I suppose.” He sighed. “You may be right about there being a cycle, but still…it causes so much grief and anger each time…

“F-From what I’ve read, I mean.”

Now it was his turn to cover up his mistake.

[the-expatriate-has-moved]

Well, this was new. Sammy had been in this town for decades, knew every building and person in it inside and out, and yet, as he stopped at the bar this late afternoon, needing some sort of pick me up after having not gotten much sleep, he noticed a blue haired woman he’d never seen before tending bar.

Time to be a nice, conversational customer, instead of the drunks she probably usually got.

“Hi,” he began somewhat breathlessly as he sat down, hand raised in a hello. “I’ll have a Cosmopolitan, please.”

@rubysramblers (from Sammy ❤️)

@rubysramblers

As it happened, Pari hadn't even been working there for very long. So perhaps the other may not have come across her when she'd been working there.

But there was also a first time for everything.

She'd heard the other approach, a raised eyebrow and a smile on her face.

"A Cosmo! Awesome choice. Mind you, you're lucky we actually have the stuff to make it. Usually we don't do cocktails. Grab a seat, make yourself comfy."

[rubysramblers]

Sammy nodded back at her in response, sitting down and shifting around in his seat a little bit until he was comfortable. The types of alcohol that he drank were few, considering that his…unique, circumstances sometimes make alcohol hard to process or keep down. But he found that the somewhat slimy, somewhat sweet nature of vodka went down well most of the time. Wine as well, but that wasn’t relevant to the current situation.

His own eyebrows raised slightly as he talked to her while she mixed the drink. “That’s why I ordered it,” he clarified. “I’ve…been here several times before.” More like hundreds, across all of his decades.

“I try to make sure everyone new in town knows who I am, so I can be there if they need anything. Anything at all.” He would meet her eyes for a moment so she would know he was being serious about that fact. “I’m Sammy Peters.”

[the-expatriate-has-moved]

Pari just seemed to take it all in her stride, for all that she had been relatively new compared to how long he'd been there.

"Fair enough, pal. I've only been here a couple of months, so as far as I've been aware, we don't really do much in the way of cocktails. Of course, the boss will tell me differently. Apologies.."

She made up the drink with a swift and ruthless efficiency, thankfully she could pick up on things quickly.

Yet she hadn't met that particular individual before.

"Huh. Well, that's damn decent of you. Nice to.. uh.. meet you, Sammy. I'm Pari!"

While his statement was a little concerning, at least there was a sincerity in it. Or at least there was the hope that it was.

"Pari Vass."

[rubysramblers]

“Understandable,” he agreed, trying to sweeten himself up with a tiny smirk as he did so. He knew his usual demeanor could sometimes seem off putting to people who were new, or didn’t usually talk to him. “This is a smaller bar, compared to some that are across town. Not exactly a lot of space to put every juice and alcohol in the world behind the bar…point is, I get it.”

He’d stick out a hand for a proper hand shake as she finished mixing his drink. “Good to meet you, Pari. If you need anything, big or small, townsfolk will point you my way, I’m sure.”

When he had the drink in his hand-it looked very well made, despite how quickly it was put together-he’d say one more thing before taking a sip. “Liking town so far?”

He’d say something about her British accent in a second, when they were more well established.

[rubysramblers]

❛ can’t you watch where you are going ?! ❜ - carolyn to davey

“Sorry, man,” he apologizes, voice entirely too casual for both the woman’s angry demeanor and words and the fact that he’d sort of rammed into her with his guitar case. At least she hadn’t been knocked off of her feet…although he still felt some amount of embarrassment about it anyway.

“I didn’t realize my guitar had that much weight behind it,” he says further, trying to immediately make amends. “I’m usually pretty good about keepin’ it behind me…guess it decided to trip out just like me.” No, he was not under any sort of influence, but of course he wouldn’t clarify that immediately. “You…alright?”

[rubysramblers]

❛ is there a reasons you’re here on your own ? ❜ - carolyn to sammy

Sammy jumps a little bit from the sudden noise; he’d been quite absorbed listening to an old, jazzy tune on his phone before she’d spoken. After realizing it’s just someone, perhaps rightly, asking what he’s doing listening to such an old song all by himself, he shrugs a little and answers.

“Not really…I just got nostalgic for-uh, something my grandparents used to play,” he explains, the excuse flowing out of him after a brief pause. The nostalgia was real, but the truth as to why was a little more complicated than that.

“Isn’t it fascinating how, even all those years ago, people were complaining about how fast the times were changing? And people would make songs making fun of said people?” Noticing how he’s rambling a little, unusual for Sammy, he looks away for a moment. “Sorry…I guess I was just thinking lately about how the more things change, the more they stay the same. Ironically enough.”

[rubysramblers]

❛  so, what brings you here today ?  ❜ -Huey to Natalie!

“Maybe I just wanted to stand and watch the river run,” Natalie shoots back, accusatory even though the nice fellow only asked a simple question. “How about that? There doesn’t have to be an elaborate reason for everything.”

Ignore the fact that there’s currently a bright pink heart locket on one of the rocks that’s sticking out. Also ignore the fact that in a few minutes, it will reappear on her neck like nothing happened. Indeed, there was an elaborate reason for her being here.

She sighs, although it’s more like a huff. “…The week’s been shitty. That’s why I’m here,” she admits. “How ‘bout you?”

[rubysramblers]

❛  here, i noticed you lost this earlier.  ❜ -Huey to Davey!

“Oh, uh…thanks, man,” he replied sheepishly, accepting his hat back gratefully. He had simply taken it off to feel the breeze blowing through his hair, and had absentmindedly left it on the bench. Despite his choice of words, his tone was quite gracious, if a little loopy.

“You’re a man of hats, too, aren’t ya? No wonder you noticed mine missing,” Davey says, trying to find common ground. “That’s the kinda hat them…what’s their name…that them quartet singers wear! With the harmonies and stuff? Yeah, that.”