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Ω ∫ god, this sucks.
so didmo ain’t really here anymore. i’m so sorry, you guys; he’s quiet and he’s moody and he doesn’t really wanna be in hive city anymore. i’m going to drop him. thank all 200 of you for following. i love you muchly.
here are my other citta blogs.
maybe he’ll come back one day and then i’ll be super excited! but... yeah. he had fun, tho.
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Ω ∫ SUNNY THE BERKSHIRE HUNT.
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Sunny brushed past Dismas towards the bar. He walked with the confident urgency that you’d almost not be able to tell that he was cutting in front of the group. Almost.
He only makes eye contact with the him again after Sunny was contented with a drink. “…Oh, don’t tell me you have a problem. It’s a party, lighten up.” When he spoke, it was hard not to hear that he wasn’t in a good mood himself.
Ω ∫ “I lit’rally jus’ ‘ad me ‘and on a bottle an’ ya waltz right in front o’ me like a real fuckin’ Berk,” Dismas growled, snatching a bottle of beer. He plopped down on a seat and took a long swig. “What brought ya ‘ere?”
Ω ∫ FUCK OFF.
“Hold still.” Vex laid her hands on top of the strangers wounds. Muttering the familiar incantation, she managed a small bit of healing. “There. It’s not much, but it’s better than nothing. Be more careful.”
Ω ∫ “Don’t patronize me,” Dismas growled. “I got meself a shiv an’ a pistol an’ I know ‘ow to skin a man if I gotta. The bastard who jumped me jus’ caught me by surprise a bit,” he stood up, tightening his scarf defensively. “Fanks fer the medical attention, but I woulda ‘ealed up in a day or two jus’ fine.”
Ω ∫ BIG FELLA.
GLUE seeps back into the jar from the sponge brush fat with the stuff. He’d gotten lost in thought while working on his Halloween costume and left the brush in there too long.
⦑ Do you think the dead can hear when we speak to them while we’re trapped in here? ⦒
He asks. May as well ask a tough one. For as much glue as there is in the brush it’s taking its sweet time to obey gravity. He’ll be poised like this for a while.
*:・ﾟ☆
Ω ∫ “I ain’t got no clue... nor would I fink they wanna listen or speak very much at all,” Dismas said quietly. “They probably got their own problems t’deal wiv in ‘Ell or ‘Eaven, an’ besides, it would mess wiv our world an’ problems if they talked to us. What’re ya makin’, anyways?”
Ω ∫ ROBOT FELLA.
“Troubadour songs? My man, that’s an excellent choice of music. I do love the calmer tunes. You see, I’m trying to learn about all types of different songs. Doesn’t matter which century it’s from.” He chuckled, “Ah– But it’s almost 30 years old from where I came from.” He explained, tapping his guitar once more, He gave a small hum, swiftly changing the tune of the song to something more peaceful.
Ω ∫ “So yer world’s got robots in the 12th century?” Dismas was a little confused, but intrigued. “In my world, we still don’t got robots. The year was...” he pondered it. “I fink... I fink it was around 1904. Can’t really remember.”
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DISMAS’ MEMORIES. || ACCEPTING.
Ω ∫ “Shit! Shit, ow... shit!” Shaving was fucking HARD, how did Da do it all the time?! Dismas had nicked himself about nine times so far, clumsy, tight grip not working well with the razor.
“Dismas Paul Stroud, watch yer tongue!” his mother called. “The Lord’s always listenin’!”
“Oh, shut it, Mum!” he snapped back. “I keep nickin’ meself!”
“Don’t talk back t’me! Y’barely ‘ave any fuzz t’shave off, ya garden tool!”
“MUM, LEMME TRY ANYWAYS!”
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DISMAS’ MEMORIES. || ACCEPTING.
Ω ∫ “Da? Da, don’t––don’t play games wiv me, Da. Mum said––Mum said y’were dead. It’s not funny, Da.”
Angus John Stroud lay in bed, deathly pale and unresponsive, mouth parted in what would probably have been his last sigh. Dismas bit back his tears, fists clenching. He supposed he was the man of the house now, and at least he was almost thirteen. Davey McGonnigal hadn’t been so lucky. He was ten when his father died. But it still hurt. He was only just shy of thirteen.
“Da, I’m scared. Da, don’t go.”
✓ Your dialogue is super strong, it really captures the way I imagine him - bulwarkofpain
awwwwww thank you! i love me boy didmo so i try to play him as best i can
and also sorry for being so spotty, he’s been quiet recently and rping has been hard because of college
Ω ∫ MISS CHAIN?
“Another week wishing I were somewhere else…”
Ω ∫ “Need someone t’talk to?” Dismas was VERY concerned for his boss.
Send a ‘💬’ to catch a glimpse of a memory my muse has.
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SEND ME ✓ IF YOU THINK I PLAY MY CHARACTER CORRECTLY
TRUTH OR DARE! Send a question that my muse will HAVE to answer truthfully, or a dare that my muse will have to do!
odd question munday meme
☆ ━ If you could live in the world of your muse(s) would you? ▲ ━ How many muses do you have on tumblr in total? ✦ ━ Are there any muse(s) you miss roleplaying? ❀ ━ If you could be re-incarnated into any animal in a next life, which would you choose and why? ♬ ━ What are your top 3 favorite songs? ✖ ━ What’s something you’re very curious about? ◕ ━ What’s something you consider is a special talent you can do? ( it can be big or small ) ☁ ━ What is your opinion on cereal? ❣ ━ If you could marry one fictional character, which one and why? ☮ ━ What do you do to try and get the muse to roleplay a character? ☂ ━ What’s your favorite kind of weather and why? ☑ ━ What’s something not a lot of people know about you?
Send me a 💗 and I’ll talk about the relationship our Muses have.
Optional (up to Mun, specifiy in tags): If our Muses haven’t interacted, I’ll talk about the relationship they could or may have.
Ω ∫ MUSICIAN.
“Hm?” Not notice the other before they spoke, Blare turns around to notice the individual. A small smile reached his lips as he spoke. “Thank you, it’s one of my favorite songs, actually I have plenty of them.” Chuckling out loud, “The song is called "Are You Gonna Be My Girl" by the group Jet. Do you have any favorite songs?”
Ω ∫ “I mean, I’m a fan o’ the ol’ troubadour songs from Southern France. They’re centuries old but they’re right pretty!” Dismas said. “An’ I like a good jig. Can’t remember many specific titles, but eh.”
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to think didmo’s 200th post would be about someone welcoming him back after silence.
that’s just kinda sweet to me
Baps him gently with a rolled up newspaper for disappearing so long. "Would you ever consider not doing that agAIN... You had me WORRIED-"
Ω ∫ “Aww, shit!” Dismas waves it off. “C’mon, man. I’m jus’––I jus’ ‘aven’t ‘ad much t’say.” He didn’t think anyone would care.
“... Fanks fer that. Suppose I woulda done the same fer you.”
