Run Away With Me

Independent Multi-Muse RP Blog - Written by Amy 

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NAME: The Poet (Aatos Lampo)

THEIR PROFESSION: He’s a rock star, although he does have some experience being a personal assistant!

FAVOURITE FOOD TYPE: He likes any type of soup. It reminds him of home and is his go-to cosy comfort food. However, he also has a sweet tooth and is that type to eat a whole box of fancy chocolates while watching romantic comedies. He also loves candy floss, lollipops and any form of boiled sweets.

FAVOURITE ALCOHOLIC DRINK: Red wine. Typically, the more expensive, the better. He also likes cocktails with his favourite being Daiquiri. 

FAVOURITE TRAIT: He loves people who are passionate. If someone has an interest they fiercely enjoy, he’ll happily sit and listen to whatever it is. He never judges, but he will take inspiration from a person’s devotion to a topic, hobby or thing. For instance, the Poet is fiercely passionate about music and if someone shares that enthusiasm, he’ll sit for hours and talk with them about it.

WHERE THEY WOULD GO ON A DATE: A carnival or a circus. These are the Poet’s two favourite places in the universe and he’d want to impress his date by winning them the biggest stuffed animal prize on hook-a-duck or the knock-down sideshow games. It would also be a fun way for him to get to know them: are they a thrill seeker, an atmosphere chaser, do they cover their eyes when the trapeze artist is on the tightrope, are they scared of clowns, do they love carnival food or not?

IDEAL GIFT: Clothing - a nice scarf, a pair of earrings, a necklace or a ring will suit him just fine. He has an expansive wardrobe of many beautiful, colourful and varied outfits, but he wears them all in rotation with a different accessory each time and he’s always looking to add to his collection. Although, in truth, the Poet will treasure absolutely anything he’s given. He keeps letters, drawings and gifts from all of his fans in his room and has the stories for each memorised by heart.

WHEN WILL THEY DRINK ALCOHOL: At parties, with a meal or when he’s struggling. He seldom gets drunk these days, but has been known to drink red wine straight from the bottle with friends during parties or when the mood has called for it.

TAGGED BY: @rosetintedgunman​ (Thank you! <3)

"I... Am unsure how much of the other Holidays you know about, but Valentine's Day is a day commemorating love," Dante explained as he carefully lifted the present and offered it to her. "Not just romantic love, despite what one might assume. It's a time to show appreciation toward friends and family too. Besides, I thought it was a good excuse to look for a little bit of colour for you." (blueheartedmayor)

Icelyn had been sitting on the edge of the town fountain ghoul-watching when one of the office workers told her that her presence had been requested by Dante. Gathering up her things into her satchel, she made her way through the Town Hall until she stood outside Dante's office. Gently knocking before she entered, she stood nervously with her hands behind her back.

"You wanted to see me?" she asked softly, her footsteps leading her to the other side of the desk. Reaching out to receive the gift, her eyes lit up in wondrous surprise and a bright smile crossed her lips. "H-How did you know that pink roses are my favourite? I saw one when I was little - in the Human World - and it just..."

She quietened at his explanation, her smile slowly fading from excited to touched. "Thank you, Dante...I love it. I hadn't realised, but...that might explain why Mom and Dad moved Date Night to this evening."

Gently putting the plant down, she reached into her bag. "I actually have something for you, too..." She skimmed through her satchel, studying everything carefully until she found what she was looking for. "...here it is!"

She held out a black and white photograph to him. "It's the one we took the other week," she explained, the image depicting Dante smiling while Icelyn pulled a face. "I thought you might like it?"

HAPPY FIVE YEAR TUMBLR ANNIVERSARY ASH AND DAMIEN!!!!

@blueheartedmayor

Ash!! I can’t believe it’s been five years since you first started writing Damien over here, but I knew I absolutely had to do make something for you to mark this amazing milestone.

I’m privileged to have been around since you first started writing Damien and I’m even more honoured to have my characters be part of his story. The way you write his character, incorporating so much consideration, creativity and thought into everything you do never ceases to blow me away. You are exceptionally talented and you honestly inspire me so much.

I adore the relationship that Damien has with Icelyn - the way he’s sort of a mentor-turned-uncle figure with her is just the sweetest and how their friendship is only strengthened when he becomes Dante just warms my heart. The same goes for his friendship with Oogie. The way that Damien and Dante integrated into the world of Halloween Town so seamlessly is just my favourite thing.

Lounging against his black and white striped chaise longue in a pair of purple, silk pyjamas, the Poet grinned from ear to ear. If there was one Holiday he loved above all others, it was Christmas. The lights, the presents, the snow, the food and - above all - the music. Such upbeat, joyous songs that tantalised the imagination with dreams of dancing sugarplum fairies. Much like a child, the excitement of the festive hour drawing nearer had kept him awake and he'd hoped to catch a glimpse of the jolly man himself...only, he seemed to have missed him as he spied something out of the corner of his good eye.

Racing to his feet in a flourish of glee, he picked up the present and gave it a gentle shake to see if he could guess what was inside. Unable to gauge it from mere speculation alone, he tore open the paper and let out an elated giggle.

"Oh, this is wonderful!" he exclaimed, admiring the voice recorder and notebook. "I already have so many new song ideas to write and record! This new year is sure to be absolutely spectacular!"

He aimed a glance towards his fireplace and blew a kiss. "Thank you, Santa, darling!"

☾ @blackbirdmuses​​ ☽

“I don’t doubt you can, Lady Marian. I just thought you could use some backup.”

░  “I’m  fully  capable  of  stealing  a  measly  necklace  and  escaping  capture  if  need  be,  thank  you.“  Marian  cocked  her  head  to  the  side,  considering,  and  approached  Robin  in  the  dimly  lit  alley.  ”…  or  is  being  away  from  me  too  difficult  to  bear?“

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Robin heaved a sigh, shaking his auburn hair and aiming a hopeless smile towards her. “Perhaps it is...” he teased, taking closer steps towards her by comparison. “...or perhaps the thought of you getting in trouble you cannot escape from is more difficult to bear. I’ve told you before how dangerous this life is, Marian. I wouldn’t want you getting yourself hurt.”

blackbirdmuses​:

Amelia beamed at her. It had been a long time since she’d had a new friend to play with, especially someone who was a visitor to Halloween Town. “I’m sure they’ll let us have a couple little pumpkins!” she cried, taking the girl’s hand. “C’mon! Oh! I’m Amelia, by the way. Amelia Skellington. What’s your name?”

“Who’s ’they’?” Lily was bubbling with curiosity to know everything there was to know about Halloween Town. And very pleased to be able to take home a souvenir to show her Mamma and Daddy in addition to the stories she had to tell them! She giggled, running along as eager to be shown around as the other was to show her. 

“Oh, that’s very pretty! My name is Lillian Emily Van Dort, but you can just call me Lily.” 

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“The ghosts who haunt the pumpkins and Behemoth who grows them!” she explained, skipping along beside her new friend as she led her through the creaking iron gates and into the Pumpkin Patch. “Nice to meet you, Lily! Your name is pretty, too.”

@blackbirdmuses​

░  “You  didn’t  have  to  follow  me  here.  I  can  look  after  myself.“  

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“I don’t doubt you can, Lady Marian. I just thought you could use some backup.”

@blackbirdmuses​ from [x]

“I couldn’t have said it better!” Lily exclaimed, eyes twinkling with wonderment. You would think that being a little girl lost in such a strange place would be terrifying. Certainly, this place was with its dark clouds and all sorts of creatures and things jumping out at you, but in all the best of ways. Hallowe’en everyday! And she had a new friend, a girl just her age, to share it all with! 

“Of course! Are we allowed to pick them – and carve them into Jack O’ Lanterns?” 

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Amelia beamed at her. It had been a long time since she’d had a new friend to play with, especially someone who was a visitor to Halloween Town. “I’m sure they’ll let us have a couple little pumpkins!” she cried, taking the girl’s hand. “C’mon! Oh! I’m Amelia, by the way. Amelia Skellington. What’s your name?”