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[supercharged-pokemon-and-sonic]

C.E.U. Verse - Revelations

Several weeks had passed since the first trial - and subsequent modifications - to the C.E.U. suit. Now Dr. Mitchell, who had become the sole member of the project to deal with Dylan, was making one more visit at an alley near 101 Dalmatian Street.

“You can come up front today, Dylan.” Dr. Mitchell gestures, pointing toward the passenger side of the ESA van he was driving. “Something a little different today at the lab...”

[museswcrm]

@musesmansion continued from here.

“Dolly?”

Was that her name? It... didn’t sound familiar. Come to think of it, the dog who had helped her to her paws still wasn’t familiar to her. He seemed so sure he knew her, though. So why didn’t she remember who he was? Or the mom he was talking about?

“I’m not joking,” Dolly insisted at length. “I don’t remember you. Or how I got here.” Or why she’d been lying in the middle of the sidewalk with her head pounding like it was when Dylan found her, for that matter. A moment passed before Dolly tilted her head and brought a paw against it to try and rub the pain away. It wasn’t working much.

“Actually? I can’t remember much of anything before you found me.”

[musesmansion]

A blog made for all the Muses I overtime felt like bringing to live to be interacted with.

(I don’t really have much to say regardig self-promos. I know I’m absolutely terrible with it but I feel like I should promo about that blog more often since it still has issues getting off the ground, this blog no longer being about RPs and my CMC blog currently being on Hiatus due to my muse not being on point.

[scoutaloos-rp-hub]

(Mod has a Multimuse Sideblog)

( I realised that I forgot to mention it as I finished.. Some of you might remember that I already had a multi-muse blog at some point a few months ago.. but I decided to rework and re-release it.

So, let me introduce you to @musesmansion(Mk 2)

Currently it has been up for about 2 Weeks and Features the following muses.

Jezebel from Saint’s Row: Gat outta Hell

Tiny Tina from Borderlands 2

Luci from Disenchantment

Spyro from Skylanders Academy

Kerrigan from StarCraft

Orphea from Heroes of the Storm

And Moira and Sombra from Overwatch.

So if you wanna see how I do with Non-pony characters (which I’d currently rank at.. “Bad”), you could give it a look.

[museswcrm]

(Musesmansion, Dylan to Dolly) It was still early in the morning after Dylan woke up in his shrunken state.. and despite best chance for help would be his sister.. despite the teasing it would likely bring along.. So, he managed to get all the way from his place to Dolly's. "Dolly!" he whispered, trying to wake her up with an attempt to shake her paw. He was careful.. at this size, any rapid movement of his sister could leave him in a very bad spot. "Dolly, wake up! We've got a situation!"

The couch was where Dolly had decided to crash for the night. She didn’t mind it. After all, it was one of the larger available spots and one where she and some of the other pups could comfortably sleep if they wanted to. The last thing she expected that morning was to hear anyone whispering her name that early, though.

“Huh...?” Dolly blinked sleepily and licked her chops as she started to wake up. What time was it, and why did it sound as though Dylan was trying to get her attention? As she started to wake up more, she got a better look around. When she did, she saw what appeared to be a much smaller version of her brother shaking her paw. He looked like he was about the size of a tennis ball. That wasn’t right, though. Surely she was still dreaming.

“Dylan...?”

[museswcrm]

Rudolph starter for @musesmansion​

He could already tell that he wasn’t where he belonged. Now, Rudolph liked to think that he was pretty adept when it came to finding his way. His glowing nose, what once was a source of ruthless teasing as a fawn, helped him find his way many times before. This time, though, Rudolph didn’t have a clear idea of where he had wound up. All he knew was that the streets were busy, there were humans everywhere, and not a single elf or reindeer in sight.

Not a problem, really, Rudolph had thought at first. He’d just need to find someplace safe to stay while he tried to figure out how to get back home. The trouble presented itself in the form of the vehicles that seemed to roam the streets at will. Rudolph had gotten spooked enough to just approach a park blindly, only with luck on his side to help him avoid getting hit by a car or something.

...And he wound up going right toward what looked like a mass of black and white at first glance. As he skidded to a stop and landed in a dazed heap in the grass, though, Rudolph could pick up on the fact that it wasn’t a mass. No, it was a gathering of black and white dogs.

One in particular, a male wearing a red collar with a star of some sort attached, stood out enough to Rudolph. He looked older than the others. Maybe he could help.

“Um... excuse me?”

“I know this is really sudden,” Rudolph said, “but I’m pretty sure I’m lost. You wouldn’t happen to know a way back to Christmas Town from... wherever we are, would you?”

[luteoflaughs]

A Song Of Darkness

Tomas’s fingers danced in perfect tandem over the strings of his lute. It was a calming song, yet there were times that Tomas had used this tune as he told stories of brave dragons from centuries past. Unlike a certain other Storyteller, Tomas prided himself on making his tales interesting with dramatic flourishes and musical accompaniment. One always got more attention from an audience that way, especially when they were young and their attention had to be grabbed.

“Once upon a time, in an age of wonder and mystery. A foul beast plagued the land, this beast was known to place a terrible curse upon all who witnessed it!”

Tomas stamped his foot down while playing a frightening sould with his lute.

“Oh, yes that was perfectly timed. I bet I’ll cause a scare or two with that!”

Tomas laughed to himself as he sat upon a ledge looking down upon the Artisan Homeworld. He was one who secluded himself when he needed time to work on new routines or songs or lyrics for his art. This was one such time. Anyone who truly knew him though, knew this was a spot he often came to for such things.

One person who knew Tomas well was Nestor who had always taken care of the Artisans ever since he became leader. Tomas couldn’t even begin to recount how much he owed to the leader of the Artisans. As he had been growing up, Tomas had been unsure if he belonged with the Artisans due to not finding a talent easily. Nestor had been there to help, and offered guidance which Tomas needed. He had even been the one to help create the lute that Tomas carried with him everywhere.

“There much he has done, yet I still find myself lacking. Can I ever feel satisfied?”

[3friendsaretakingalltheworld]

Soo..

Due to me not really having much muse for the CMC I’Ve decided to make it official and put this blog on a Semi-Hiatus now

I know I just basically reset this blog but all my inspiration is reaqlly going over to my crowd over at @musesmansion recently, which will still retain full open activity..

i will reply to threads and questions here as well when my CMC muse is cooperating again.