#multitudesofmuses

[royalreef]

@multitudesofmuses​ || 𝔎𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔟𝔬𝔰𝔰, 𝔬𝔟𝔱𝔞𝔦𝔫 𝔞 𝔰𝔲𝔤𝔞𝔯 𝔭𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔠𝔢𝔰𝔰

      “But he sounds absolutely horrid! It would be no great loss to the world if he were to perish, and it would be so easy! I’d even personally see to it for you!” Miranda’s whining may have been in bad taste and even a bit childish - but she did care quite a bit about Oz, so that meant she would try to make things better for them. Even in ways that might not actually help. But she cared, so she would offer her assistance.

      “If monetary issues are such a worry then you could let me handle them too! How much is your rent? I could give you the wealth to handle it! I just cannot stand by while my friend is being taken advantage of in such a manner!”

[mindsmelded]

@multitudesofmuses​ || continued from here

          whoops, looks like that wasn’t the best place for teasing. 

     as soon as they got to the carnival, brian got the feeling it’d be a better decision to just head home. even if a day out sounded like a good idea at the time, actually being here and smothered in the crowd (to the point of bumping into someone every other second) immediately turned the plan sour.      he could tell oz wasn’t feeling it anymore; of course, half the faces in the crowd showed the same expression of discomfort, so it wouldn’t just be the two of them leaving. well, only if oz would be okay with brian taking charge on getting the two of them to the nearest exit. or at least the closest area with breathing room.

               “... we should go. the tickets weren’t that much, and ‘m not up to being in this mess.”

      it wasn’t a lie, either. brian had his preferences, and a quiet room with one or two friends and a tv was a better spent evening then squeezing between monsters for hours just to go on a ride that lasted a minute. and with a particularly rough shove to his spine from some goliath behind him, forcing him to stumble and bump into oz, hell, he’d rather be in, well, hell.

           “shit-- ‘m sorry, this is insane. let’s just get out of here.”

[blade-of-light]

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“No, no no no no- augh, missed again!”

Sora dropped back on his makeshift bench, which was really just a line of barrels tied together. He was on the Leviathan, decked out as Captain, but completely checked out.

“So-RA!” Donald complained, pausing his mopping. “Get off that phone and help us!”

“The wind’s dead!” He argued, gesturing to the large sail, which was now limp and flat. “What’s the point of doing anything when we’re not moving?”

Donald harrumphed to himself, grumbling bitterly as he went back to mopping. Sora ignored him, and pouted at his phone screen. He was trying to save Mickey from the Mad Doctor, but the horror level was a lot more complicated than the other games. That was the seventh time he’d died already!

“Man,” he complained, only half-jokingly. He pointed to his little avatar on the screen. “Why can’t you move yourself?”

[florcntissimaeaa]

@multitudesofmuses​ asked: "Sorry, you wouldn't happen to know where a fella called 'Donald Duck' lives, would ya?" The actor asked. He had finally gotten enough free time to pay one of his bestest pals in the whole world a visit, only for him to lose Donald's new address. (Mickey @ Dewey)

                  BEAK  buried  in  his  phone,  Dewey  didn’t  QUITE  recognize  the  voice  speaking  to  him.  It  took  him  a  MOMENT  to  look  UP  &&  when  he  did,  he  almost  dropped  his  PHONE.  Was  he  REALLY  staring  in  the  face  of  Mickey  Mouse?  Jaw  dropped,  &&  finally  the  ACTOR’S  question  registered  in  the  DUCKLING’S  mind.  He  was  looking  for  Uncle  Donald?  Shaking  his  head,  Dewey  was  FINALLY  able  to  speak.  

              ❝You’re Mickey Mouse. The famous actor, && you’re looking for my Uncle Donald? Uhm, why?❞

[old-toy-cowboy]

@multitudesofmuses

🌵 The sheriff had been called to this place on account of some locals claiming to have seen a monster. He dismounts Bullseye and shakes his head. How could there possibly be a monster? “It’s probably just a small bear or maybe a wolf that’s gotten too close to town.” Woody chuckles to himself lightly. Though for some reason the description he was given by the startled folk plays itself over and over again in his mind. ‘Hairy creature’, ‘sharp teeth’, ‘bug eyes’, ‘I thought it was going to eat me!’ With a gulp, he pushes forward, flashlight in hand.

Woody stops just outside an abandoned house on the outskirts of town. This is the last place the creature was seen. Gingerly, he heads up the path and through the broken door. “Hello?” He calls, trembling a little at the knees. Yet, he continues to tip toe through the eerie, cob-web filled corridor and to the kitchen to investigate. Why the kitchen? Well, the door has been left wide open. “Anybody home?” He whispers, peering into the room.

Something-around the size of a young child shifts across the room, hidden in the darkness. 

This startles Woody at first. But- maybe it’s a lost kid. His big heart aches at this and stops him from turning around and bucking it. 

“Um...hey there, friend.” He speaks gently as to not scare the other. His flashlight searches but fails to find what it is he just saw. “It’s okay... I’m not going to hurt you. I just- ...want to help.”

“Did I scare you? I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to. I’m Sheriff Woody, I’m a friend, really. Come on out, it’s okay.” 🌵

[sternenteile]

★*･ @multitudesofmuses.  ( luminary )

a-ha.  an opportunity to be helpful presents itself, and his instincts switch onto autopilot, certainty and confidence instilled ‘pon his grin. why, yes, he knows the forest maze like the back of his hand, memorizing every twist and turn to get through every best route. cracking knuckles into each palm, geno decides that it’s time to get his game on.

somewhere in the back of his mind, however, does he wonder if he’s seen this guy before. prior visits to the smash mansion, wherein his mother resides for that tournament, enables him to meet all sorts of people. maybe he’s seen him in passing... or an image of him? maybe he’s never actually seen him before at all. how very curious.

❝ do i? oh, you bet i do. i practically live here. ❞ given his partial residence is at the rose town inn, this place serves almost like his backyard. with a click of his jaw and a tap of his foot, he begins to formulate a plan on the fly. ❝ let’s see here... i’ve got you here right now, so it’s best that i show you a path right now. you could follow me and lay down your markers as you do —— but you’ll have to be careful. danger lurks around every corner, and you’d be best off prepared for any kind of encounter. just about anything can draw near if you’re not on your guard! good news is... ❞

a wink is all that’s offered before an index finger lifts, the top digit popping off to expose a miniature muzzle, a very tiny star gun within. that’s only the tip of the iceberg when it comes to his arsenal, too. ❝ i’m no stranger to the baddies around here. i’d say i’d protect you, but... you look like you can hold your own in a fight, yeah? —— especially if you’re bringing that thing along with you. ❞

head nods towards the blade he wields, and that isn’t even to mention the shield he keeps. it’s quite clear to him. this guy is no stranger to the heart of battle.

[quartzlegacy-archive]

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“wow -- a skeleton?! wait - is that some kind of costume.. or...” steven’s voice trailed off as he noticed the gem in the aforementioned skeleton’s chest, and he looked up, his mouth opening in a large ‘o’ “you.. you’re a gem?” 

[goldheartedthief-a]

Starter for @multitudesofmuses

It had been bothering Erik for a long time, since Arboria actually, that Hiro had seemed to know things he shouldn’t have, that they hadn’t told him but he’d known anyway. Most of them had passed it off as some wierd coincidence since strange things had been happening anyway -- like the wierd, ugly sword he’d been carrying when he’d first vanished and then came back inside Arboria, and the fact that he’d seemed to see that attack on Yggdrasil coming.

The real thing that had him about it was when he’d seemed to head straight for the alcove the cyanette knew the Vikings lived in, ended up holding his hand, and then marching right past the Vikings with him despite his tensing up and straight for the place he knew Mia was at. He’d even seemed to know what to do when it came to releasing her from the gold statue she had turned into, when Erik had been searching for five years and hadn’t had the slightest clue on how to release the curse.

The biggest kicker about that was, he’d never told anyone about Mia. Not even Derk, not until that point... so how had Hiro of all people known about her?

So when they were camping some distance from Puerto Valor, and they had managed to get some time alone, away from the others, he knew that was his chance. So he leaned against a tree, arms crossed and aquamarine eyes narrowed slightly, and finally asked that burning question -- “How do you know all this stuff, anyway? About Mia, and everyone else... I’ve never told anyone about Mia, not even Derk, and yet somehow you knew exactly where she was. How?”