#blackbirdmuses

For @blackbirdmuses​ on her birthday!

Icelyn has always had the expectation of being a scarer and following the family profession on her shoulders since she was a child. Dante suggested that if they came up with a scaring routine together, maybe her family would let her focus on her own interests afterward as a sort of compromise.

I have had this in my head since SEPTEMBER, but it’s taken so long to figure out how best to storyboard it. If you haven’t heard the proper version of this song, I’d highly recommend it.

Proper sketch of Dante under the read-more:

“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! 

Let Wilf Draw Your Muse! (Accepting!)

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">:/ he needs ta have more fun."

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The cage rattled as Remus tried to find a weak point. He might be imaginary, but somehow he couldn’t slip through the bars. Maybe having dominion over shadows allowed some extra powers Remus didn’t realise. Good to know!

“Oh! Hey Violet.” He craned his neck to try and catch a glimpse of his friend. “I was trying to help! I only shared my idea on how he could use these old cages to watch the progression of someone starving to death. And then he said ‘then why don’t ya test it?’ and threw me up here!” How rude. “I thought he was into that sorta thing!”

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Gossip wasn’t something that took over the town, but it was hard to notice a new resident... Especially one that wasn’t a ghoul. A human had taken up residence in the moors with the young Shadow and would frequently visit the town for various supplies. It was on one such visit that Jack happened to spot her.

It was no surprise he had heard whispers about her and that fair hair. It was hardly like anything the residents would be used to. But now wasn’t the time for that. He was Pumpkin King, and he ought to have manners!

“Excuse me, madam?” Jack called out, making sure to allow her time to notice the absurdly tall skeleton approaching her. “I do apologise for calling out in such an impolite manner, but I do not believe I have the chance to make your acquaintance. My name is Jack.” Upon giving his name, he gave a low bow to the young woman. “I must say, it is rather unusual to have a human reside in our humble lands. Might I ask how it is you got here?”

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Damien was an accidental witness in the teasing. By the time he had arrived, the trickster trio were finishing up and hurrying off. He lingered to the side, unsure whether it was his place to intervene, but it gave him a moment to stop and look around.

A town of monsters that prided themselves on fear. What would they know to help those that weren’t the same? No. For once, this would be something that only the outsider human could deal with. It was what pushed him to cross the square and sit beside her. He opted to say nothing at first, waiting for a few moments before speaking his mind. 

“If it was a crime, I would be one of the most notorious criminals in my home city,” he agreed. His cane was placed down beside him as he shifted himself into a more relaxed position. “I’m the outlier in my family too. They are known for using charm and manipulation tactics to get their way. I never agreed to that. I found it was much more worthwhile being honest and sincere. And the same goes for you. In my experience, the only ones who mock those with kindness in their hearts are those who lack it. And if I may be frank? Those are never people you want to get close to. If they think being nice is a liability, then that is all the proof you need that they will not amount to anything better.”

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“I think half the town wonders the same thing. Yet, doesn’t it create an issue where every nook and cranny is already claimed by something?” Cracks in the walls, closets under the stairs, the gap between the wall and the closet... If there was space, something already existed there. The entity mulled over the options as they walked.

“I suppose you would choose to hide in plain sight. In a town where eccentric is the norm, your goal would be to blend in, would it not?”

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"Just one thing? I am so proud of how you're growing up to be such a wonderful young lady. In many ways, you remind me of your mother, but you've got that charm of your father. More importantly, you are still the Icelyn I remember from when you were younger, albeit a little more confident. I eagerly await to see where the path of life takes Madame Mystery next.