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Indie/private RP blog for The Crypt Sleepers

[thecryptsleepers]

Indie/private RP blog for The Crypt Sleepers (a fictitious punk band from Brooklyn, NYC) written by Hal (30+, they/them). MINORS & Personal blogs DNI.

★muses || ★rules || ★Crypt Sleepers band wiki || ★verses

[thecryptsleepers]

// wanna see how cool my wedding photos are?

[grimmlinn]

beabadoobee via insta for her single ‘switchblade’

[noahsresources]

POSITIVITY TIME ! drop a ✦ in my inbox and i'll tell you at least one thing i like about your writing, portrayal, headcanons, world building, blog aesthetics, whatever it is i like about your blog, writing, & portrayal!! if you can't see the symbol, send 'star'!

[thecryptsleepers]

// eloped yesterday yehaw (I'm Canadian)

[thecryptsleepers]

// Trying to write a Halia-centric short story for some writing practice because I've been reading a lot of Noir. I have no idea who this acquaintance is, but this interaction made me laugh when I read it over this morning.

[existentialobstacle]

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Why Don’t You Do Right? - Jessica Rabbit

[lasaraconor]

[thecryptsleepers]

// like this if I'm allowed to make our ocs smooch bc I once again need enrichment in my enclosure

[thecryptsleepers]

✏️ (as many as you like for whatever muses you want 🤭)

Send in ✏️ and I’ll use this (improved) incorrect quote generator featuring both our muses! (still accepting hehehe)

Merc: Talk dirty to me~ Sheri: Inflation is a serious problem and lumber prices are at a high. Merc: Wha- Sheri: The economy is in shambles.

** Nick: I have a plan. Sheri: Good! As long as we aren’t breaking the law again, I’m open to hearing it. Nick: … Sheri: … Nick: I no longer have a plan.

** Halia and Sheri are in a car teetering on the edge of a cliff Halia: Oh my god, Sheri, backwards! Sheri: Really, Halia? I thought I might go forwards into the river, I thought that would be a fun thing to do.

** Cillian: *eating a cinnamon roll* Sheri: Cannibalism. Cillian: *confused chewing noises*

[faterpresources]

Eᴠᴇɴ Mᴏʀᴇ Iɴᴄᴏʀʀᴇᴄᴛ Qᴜᴏᴛᴇs Gᴇɴᴇʀᴀᴛᴏʀ!

Send in ✏️ and I’ll use this (improved) incorrect quote generator featuring both our muses! (please remember to specify how many muses/which muses for multimuses!)

[thecryptsleepers]

// C. Hardy in Spider Noir is so Halia coded. Her performance in the first episode was chef's kiss

[thecryptsleepers]

@wanderinghaunted from here!

"Wow."

Halia's not used to people being so eager to know about her—granted, she hasn't let anyone this close in decades. She had been a little hesitant about being more open with Jack, but it was nice having a friend for once. "What a quick draw with the questions! Should I be worried? How many do you have primed in there?"

She puts down her burger and leans back, chewing her bottom lip in thought. Halia had been half joking before, but the temptation to skirt around his questions only crosses her mind for a moment before she shakes it off.

"It was a long time ago, but a childhood friend of mine got me into it. He had opened up a snazzy place and needed an act— I needed a job, so he did me a favour, I guess. What he really wanted was a... dancer." She hesitates on the euphemism, then muscles through it. "But with two left feet, he had to settle for my voice. I wasn't that good in the beginning. I was really shy. Now though?.... Yeah. Yeah, I think I'm doing it for the love of it."

"What about you?" She asks, selecting the crispiest-looking fry to dunk into her ketchup. "Are you chasing fame? Trying to make it big?"

[thecryptsleepers]

▄ = telling them a joke. (For nick)

Nick barks out a laugh. His body responds to the delivery of her punchline automatically, not wasting the rare opportunity that presents itself. High tom, snare drum, high hat: Ba-dum, tsssss.

Around him, the rest of the band erupts in a chorus of staggered groans. Halia shakes her head; Mathias rolls his eyes; Will gives him a tired chuckle. Nick beams at Sheri from behind the kit, twirling a drumstick triumphantly.

"Finally! Everyone's held off on telling jokes during practice for a whole year. Thank you, Sheri! It's lame if I do it for my own jokes."

[wanderinghaunted]

( @thecryptsleepers )

[ she stares for a moment- he can sense her embarrassment. she really seems overwhelmed. shrinking into herself with something just this side of repulsion. he hadn't thought his place was that much of a mess. so is it him? both, probably. he knows he needs a shower- and the kitchen isn't exactly built for two. he suddenly feels like he's crowding her- he doesn't mean to make her uncomfortable. he swallows his bite of apple, is about to excuse himself and give her some space when she repeats his word in question, turning to face him with a raised brow. he nearly chokes- would have if he were still chewing. ]

" --- oh, uh- well right now, i'm in a punk band. but i play a lot of different genres. rockabilly, metal, blues, y'know. whatever, really. i've been playing drums since... well, forever, really. i've only been with this band for a little while. really i just fill in for 'em from time to time. they're called the Deaf Rats. not the best name, but hey, y'know. it wasn't taken."

[ the demon takes another bite of his apple and shrugs. they're not very big in the scene yet. he would be surprised if she's heard of them- they don't exactly run in the same circles. he snags another water bottle from the fridge, meeting her eye for a bare second. he gives another small shrug, dropping his gaze to the apple in his hand- her earlier embarrassment seems to have been contagious. ]

" --- i play guitar and bass, too. and i sing, but not like- not for the band or anything. you're in the music bizz too, aren't you? i remember you mentioned you sing. you got sort of a lounge-singer type'a thing goin' on or somethin', right?"

[thecryptsleepers]

"A punk band, huh? Sounds fun..." She mumbles as she half-listens to the line ringing over the phone. The way he rambles with non-committal words makes her think that he wasn't completely pleased with his current musical endeavours. Halia thinks back on all the times she had skirted around details for projects she hadn't quite loved for herself. Working with others and having to compromise on creative ideas was always a pain in her opinion.

By the time she reached her locksmith's answering machine, she could feel her frustration start to bubble back up. Not wanting to trap Jack in the kitchen with the most miserable version of herself, Halia returns the phone to its place on his wall. She listens to her neighbour continue on, feeling some of the weight leave her chest. Talking about music always seemed to soothe her.

Her mouth starts to quirk upwards as he recalls her profession.

"— Ha! Yeah, you could say that. I doubt that anyone really listens to me, though!" She can't help but laugh and swish the hem of her dress a bit. "At this point, I'm just professionally sitting on a piano for half the night. I'm more of a decoration. I'm envious. I wish I had more variety in my pocket. I play some violin, but that's not very jazzy, I suppose. Guitar, drums, bass, and singing? You could put me out of a job one day... Hm. Maybe I'll catch your next show. See what you're all about."

[thecryptsleepers]

// went on a side quest and got lost in time and space, but now I have a theme that makes me happier. Y'all we really should have shown love to theme makers back in the golden years of tumblr rp... this shit is hard.

with that said, I'm going to work on bios and links to clean the blog up and make it flow better.

[mcflymemes]

reblog if you are firmly against the use of AI in roleplay spaces. this is not the place for AI-written drivel or generated images.