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So. I'm thinking of turning pigeonholepostings into a multimuse and just sticking all my muses on here. Like, I'm not as active as I used to be and I don't really see that changing, now that I got a job and all. And a lot of the characters I want to write are pretty obscure or just my own ocs.

I'm kinda on the fence. I had a bad encounter with a multimuse when I first started writing some 8 years ago. Which gave me a bit of a hang up that I have been working to get over ever since.

But I think this is the right direction to go.

I'll be working on making the change over this weekend.

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So back in the day, stage hands were mostly made up of sailors who needed an work during their off season. Which makes sense given the sailors knowledge of rope tying and rigging.

But now I’m picturing Donald, home after being in the Navy, helping Elvira wash dishes. Part way through he starts whistling a song he learned out at sea, a particular raunchy one, and to his utter shock and dismay his grandmother starts singing the words.

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“Now don’t make me MAD!

                           Or I will turn into a GERMICIDAL MANIAC!”

Independent/Selective Osmosis “Ozzy” Jones.

OC/Crossover Friendly.

Para, Multi-Para, One-Liner.

Mun is 18+.

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Can you fight god?

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“I know you know your limit, Grandma, but those are the doctor’s orders and I intend to make sure you follow them.” Donald stated, not willing to budge on this. He wanted to guarantee that she wasn’t going to strain herself for the next few weeks. The boys were being minded back home and it wasn’t like Donald had a job to go to, so he could do work around the farm in his grandmother’s stead. With whatever help Gus offered, Donald could surely handle this. “You don’t have to worry about a thing, I’ve got it all under control. Do you need help getting back upstairs to bed, or would you prefer if I brought you a blanket and pillow so you can rest down here.”

The logical part of Elvira knew that he was just trying to take care of her. That he wanted to help. That she had be said the exact same things when their roles had been reversed. That she should be grateful for all the help.

But she was worried about something he couldn’t control. Elvira didn’t like to give herself a lot of time to think. The prospect of two weeks forced relaxation scared her if she was telling the truth.

And that fear, coupled with the pain and tiredness she was feeling from her ailment, was enough to wear thin the normally tight control she held over her temper. Enough so that she snapped at him.

“I’d prefer is ta not be babied by the boy who I helped teach how ta use a spoon!”

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            “One minute!? But that’s not enough time to–!! Okay okay, hang on, I got this. “ He took in a breath, steadying his momentary panic enough to say what he needed to say. His line of sight moved upwards again, re-focusing on the topic of their conversation. “Right there, see? That’s the big dipper!” He pointed up at the night sky. “Trust me, I know! I read a book on it once!” He spoke, as though that should be all the convincing she’d need. “See?” Leaning back against the grass on one palm, he gestured to a portion of the sky, drawing out what was in his mind’s eye. “Right there! That’s the handle, and that’s the, uh–—dipper!”

Elvira had been doing her best to keep a straight face during his explanation, really she had, but she just can’t help the grin on her face. He had taken her so seriously and had really tried. It was sweet. “Oh yes, I see, I see. It certainly is a dipper.”

“There's just, one little problem. ” She scooted closer to Daffy so he could see exactly where she was pointing. She traced the same pattern Daffy had across the sky, ending so she was pointing at the last star that made up the dipper’s handle. “That is the North Star.” Which was part of the Little Dipper’s constellation.

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  some  one  word  prompts .    (    send   one   of   the   words   for   our   muses   to   interact   based   off   that   word   )

goodbye :  my  muse  kissing  and/or  hugging  your  muse  goodbye.

secrets :   my  muse  sharing/confiding  their  deepest,  darkest  secret  with  your  muse.

nightmare :   my  muse  coming  to  your  muses  aid  when  they  awake  from  a  nightmare.

push :   my  muse  pushing  your  muse  out  of  the  way  of  danger.

embrace :   my  muse  abruptly  throwing  their  arms  around  your  muse,  hugging  them  tightly.

bloody :   my  muse  coming  to  your  muse  with  blood  stains  on  their  clothes  and  hands,  shaking.

drunk :   my  muse  takes  care  of  your  muse  while  they  are  in  a  drunken  state.

bed :   my  muse  wakes  up  in  the  same  bed  as  your  muse  with  little  recollection  of  the  night  before.

slap :   my  muse  slaps  your  muse  across  the  face  out  of  anger.

gone :   my  muse  stays  by  your  muses  side  while  they  take  their  last  breath.

scream :   my  muse  hears  your  muse  scream  and  quickly  runs  to  their  side.

sleep :   my  muse  falls  asleep  on  your  muse,  making  it  hard  for  my  muse  to  leave.

stalk :   my  muse  gets  caught  by  your  muse  trailing  behind  them,  watching  them.

sacrifice :   my  muse  jumps  in  front  of  your  muse,  sacrificing  their  life  for  your  muses  life.

trail :   my  muse  watches  as  your  muse  traces  one  of  my  muses  scares,  asking  them  about  it.

love :   my  muse  confronts  your  muse  about  why  they  never  say  ’ i  love  you ’  back.

piggyback :   my  muse  jumps  on  your  muses  back,  my  muse  gives  yours  a  piggyback  ride.

jump :   my  muse  runs  to  your  muse  and  jumps  up,  my  muse  holding  yours  up  by  their  thighs.

dance :   my  muse  holds  their  hand  out,  waiting  for  your  muse  to  come  out  and  slow  dance  with  them.

carry :   my  muse  carries  your  muse  to  their  house,  either  drunk,  or  a  weakened  state,  can  specify. 

lighter :   my  muse  pulls  out  a  lighter  and  lights  it  for  your  muse  to  use  to  light  their  cigarette.

shot :   my  muse  gets  shot  and  struggles  to  your  muses  house  for  aid.

wound :   my  muse  patches  and  bandages  a  wound  your  muse  has  gotten.

fight :   my  muse  stops  your  muse  from  getting  into  a  physical  fight  with  someone  else.

arrest :   your  muse  finds  my  muse  arrested  in  cuffs  with  swarming  police  everywhere.

hospital :   my  muse  awakens  in  a  hospital,  finding  your  muse  by  their  side,  asking  what  happened.

gun :  my  muse  pulls  out  a  gun  on  your  muse,  your  muse  tries  to  talk  them  into  putting  the  gun  down. 

betrayal :  my  muse  finds  out  that  your  muse  has  betrayed  them  in  same  way  and  confronts  them  about  it.

nude :  my  muse  walks  in  on  your  muse  accidentally  seeing  them  naked.

karaoke :  my  muse  pulls  your  muse  up  on  stage  with  them  to  sing  some  karaoke  songs. 

laughter :   my  muse  hears  your  muse  laughing  uncontrollably  and  approaches  to  see  if  they  are  okay.

murder :   my  muse  walks  in  on  your  muse  committing  a  gruesome  murder.

wet :   my  muse  strips  down  to  their  under  garments  and  runs  into  the  water,  motioning  for  your  muse  to  join  them.

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touch-starved starters!!

❝ no one’s ever done that to me before. ❞

❝ could you play with my hair? ❞

❝ i can’t remember the last time i did this with someone. ❞ 

❝ that feels nice. ❞

❝ i haven’t been hugged in years. ❞

❝ i never want to let go. ❞

❝ let’s just cuddle forever. ❞ 

❝ you put your arm around me and i literally felt my knees buckle, this is so pathetic. ❞

❝ i just want to be held for a little while. ❞

❝ you’re legally obligated to keep holding me. ❞

❝ i think i forgot what human contact felt like. ❞

❝ i need to remember what hugs feel like. ❞

❝ do you mind if we stay like this for a little longer? ❞

❝ my family was never the touchy-feely type. ❞

❝ i’ve never been in a relationship before, so i don’t really know how to do the whole…kissing thing. ❞

❝ you were my first kiss. ❞

❝ could we cuddle, like, platonically? ❞

❝ i’m in desperate need of a hug. ❞

❝ i didn’t even know i was ticklish there! ❞

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“Oh, when I think of the good old days when I was little, I spent my Christmases with Grandma and Uncle Scrooge!”

god I love Donald have good nostalgic memories of Scrooge : )

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Someone who hasn’t read Dragonlords, please provide context for ths picture.

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uncle scrooge and grandma dancing

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“i hate to break it to you, but you’re not supposed to do any strenuous physical activity for the next couple weeks, and if i have to personally make sure you don’t every waking hour of the day then i’m fully prepared to do that.” (He's worried about his grandma)

“Hmph!“ Elvira crossed her arms and leaned back. She was pouting. She’d deny it if it was pointed out, but she was most certainly pouting.

"I think I know my limits. Thank you very much.” Nevermind that she was currently seated on the sofa because just going downstairs had made her unsteady on her feet.

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“i really think you need to see a doctor.”

Elvira had wanted to shake her head no, but quickly aborted the movement when it caused the room to start spinning.

“I’ll.. I’ll be fine. I’ve lived through worse.”

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CARING FOR STUBBORN MUSES. for when the person you’re trying to care for insists they don’t need your help.

“at least let me clean the wound!” “you’ll be even worse off if you don’t let me bandage this.” “i really think you need to see a doctor.” “i made you some soup, and i’m going to sit here until you eat it. i can wait.” “your feelings matter too! i can’t help you if i don’t even know what’s making you upset!” “..i’m here if you need anything, okay?” “stop trying to push yourself! you can’t do this on your own!” “listen, i know you don’t want to, but.. maybe you should rest for a while. you’re not going to get anywhere like this.” “i’ll make you a deal: i’ll just get you some bandages, and nothing else, and you stop making a fuss over it.” “how long has it last been since you slept?” “have you even been taking your medicine?” “i know you think you have to get through this by yourself, but you have people here to help you.” “let me take care of you, for once.” “you’re gonna hurt yourself even more if you do stupid things like that!” “i hate to break it to you, but you’re not supposed to do any strenuous physical activity for the next couple weeks, and if i have to personally make sure you don’t every waking hour of the day then i’m fully prepared to do that.” “it’s okay to cry in front of me, you know. you don’t have to carry this alone.” “stop trying to act like you’re not bleeding out in front of me!! this is serious!” “listen, asshole. i’m gonna carry you home whether you like it or not. you’re not in any condition to get there yourself.” “oh my god, why didn’t you tell me it was this bad?!”

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Welp. I'm actually in the process of writing a fic. Here's some more details about Lydia.

Her and Elvira were part of the same theater group. Lydia gave Elvira a lot of singing lessons and was actually the person who encouraged her to pursue Humperdink.

Lydia had the most beautiful voice Elvira had ever heard. She's often said her voice was more heavenly than an angel's choir and more enchanting than a siren's song.

Lydia can no longer talk or sing and starts crying when she sees Elvira for the first time in decades. Losing her voice was very traumatic and she hasn't seen anybody who remembered what she sounded like in a very very long time.

Lydia spent a good chunk of time in jail at one point.

Rough draft of Lydia Love, my new ducktales oc. Backstory to be posted later. My brain sort of just threw her at me while was at work and made me ship her with Elvira. Lo-key might write a fanfic for them.

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 𝐓𝐲𝐩𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞     —     𝐎𝐋𝐘𝐌𝐏𝐈𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒

𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐄 : laughter-loving , sweet smiles , dressed in silk and satin , flower in their hair , thrives on attention , sees the world as a runway , the sea washing their ankles , in love with love , stirrer of passion , cunning concealed by painted lips , secret daggers , doves , revolution in their kiss , delighting in the waves , flirtatious winks , strolling along the beach , staring wistfully from a balcony , this is how to be a heartbreaker , wants to be adored

𝐀𝐏𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐎 : glitz and glamour , art galleries , turning the volume up , being made of gold , neatly-organized music sheets , notebooks filled with poetry , bathing in the sunlight , the powerful urge to create , collecting vinyl records , beautiful cover of Wonderwall , playing multiple instruments , tasting like sunshine , healing touch , speaking in prophecies ,  shunning lies , sporting shades , hanging out at music festivals with their friends , sleeps naked , arrow to the heart , paint brushes , probably has a Tinder account

𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐒 : armed for battle , wants to raise a dog with their significant other , soft spot for children , gives piggyback rides , scarred body , blood on their hands and face , willing to fight the world for the ones they love , fights against injustice , warm hugs , well-worn combat boots , boxing gloves , bandages wrapped around bruised knuckles , fist raised in protest , ignites revolutions , fear is a prison , more sensitive than what their tough shell may have you think , exhausted , damaged goods , force to be reckoned with , red roses , curses under their breath.

𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐒 : keen senses of a hunter , freckles like constellations on their skin , piercing eyes , disheveled braid , moonlight peeking through the shadows , the calm of the forest at night , lying on the grass and staring at the stars , mother doe and her fawn , protecting their kin , the moon shimmering on a still lake , quiver full of arrows resting against the bark of a tree , running with wolves , bonding while circled around a campfire , not being much of a people person , arrow hitting its target , popping egos , patience on 3% , touches heaven and returns howling

𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐀 : discerning gaze , unreadable face , the patience of a life-long teacher , quiet museums , owl perched on their finger , armor that intimidates , eye for architecture , plays the sims for the sole purpose of building houses , studied the blade while everyone else was busy getting laid , big fan of logic , loves brain teasers , go-getter , balls of wool displayed on shelves , ancient buildings , sweaters in neutrals and cool colors , hair done up , can kill you with their brain , heads to the library often to research , sharpened pencils , abs that can cut steel , stoic statues , pottery classes  

𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑 : soil-covered hands , smile that can bloom flowers , skin loved by the sun , being the mom friend , can lift you and all of your friends , flowers kept in the pockets of overalls , takes pride in their beautiful garden , speaks to their plants , leaves rustling in the wind , stalks of wheat , picking fruit , greenhouses , heart as strong as a mountain , values simplicity , daisies dotted across a collarbone , curls crowned with flowers , folded pile of sweaters in warm hues , pulling out fresh-baked bread out of the oven and the smell wafting through the air

𝐃𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐘𝐒𝐔𝐒 : drunk shitposter , on their sixth glass of wine before you’ve even finished your second , seductive smirks , untamed curls , rich fabrics on dark skin , sleek-furred panthers , theater masks , stage productions , receiving a standing ovation , rose caught between their teeth , being the baby of the bunch , wild parties that last from sundown to sunup , creeping vines , inspiring loyalty , grand opera houses , masquerade balls , rolls of film , shattered chandeliers with broken glass scattered across the wine-spilled floor , pouring champagne into flutes , lives for the applause

𝐇𝐄𝐏𝐇𝐀𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐒 : the calloused hands of someone who knows labor , sweaty brow , flame burning in their eyes , inventive mind , broad shoulders , steampunk goggles , nuts and bolts stored away in little boxes , ashes , striking a match , blueprints for future projects , fixing up a busted up car and giving it cool upgrades , wrestles with bitterness , work boots have seen better years , wrinkled plaid shirts , iron melted by blazing fire , huge jackets , crafting masterpieces , greased-stained overalls , fascination with robotics , pain is fuel , stack of weaponry , even their muscles have muscles

𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐀 : resting bitch face , dressed to the nines , cows grazing on a pasture , cool rain , loving and hating fiercely , hand clutching a string of pearls , large chandelier with glittering crystals , plays the sims for the sole purpose of killing off their sims , romance to realism , pictures of the sky while flying on a plane , files that under fuck it , downs glasses of wine as they relax with a scented bubble bath and netflix , like their selfie or you’re grounded , knows 57 convenient ways to murder a man , dark eyes that penetrate your soul , marble and gold

𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐄𝐒 : devil-may-care smile , ink-stained hands , always up-to-date on the latest technology , will steal your french fries , does it for the vine , shitposter , puts googly eyes on everything , meme hoarder , long drives on the highway , ma and pop diners , spontaneous road trips , folded maps , fingers dancing across the keyboard of a laptop , shooting hoops on the basketball court , chatting up strangers as you all journey to your own destinations , goes jogging in the morning , mixes red bull with coffee , menace on april fool’s , hoodies and sneakers  

𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐈𝐃𝐎𝐍 : storm with skin , colorful coral reefs , waves crashing against the shore , the sea casting its spell , stroking the soft fur of a cat , their heart pounding as their horse’s gentle trot speeds into a gallop , tousled locks , clothes smeared with paint , owns several sketchbooks yet always yearns to own more , leather jackets , fondness for diy projects , handwriting that flows across the page , nimble fingers playing the strings of a violin , velvety singing voice that haunts your dreams , mood as ever-changing as the sea , the roar of a motorcycle , compass with a spinning arrow

𝐙𝐄𝐔𝐒 : thunder in their heart , running on coffee , flash of lightning , natural charisma , eloquence , badass in a nice suit , aficionado of history , force of nature , lenny face , pretends that they don’t have feelings but they do , nightmare-filled nights , proud arm around their lover’s waist , high-rise buildings , planes soaring through a cloudless sky , technician on the piano , maintains order , strong handshake , juggling multiple events on their busy schedule with apparent ease , most likely to be voted class president out of their peers , expensive watch , like a boss

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“Of course, Ma’am.”

One of the perks of being a phantom included the lack of necessity for any real object. Why use one when he could properly conjure one with ease? He followed her pace to the back of the manor, umbrella held so she was the only one protected from the rain.

“I do apologize, Miss Elvira, if it is too forward of someone of my position to make idle chit-chat with you. For instance, asking how’ve you been faring in these more… Treacherous times. If I were to ask Mr. McDuck such a question, he’d revoke my vacation days.”

Had Duckworth been alive Elvira would have put up a fuss about him not also shielding himself from the rain, but she supposed not being bothered by the weather was just one of the perks of being a phantom.

Elvira waves her hand, demising his apology. “Be as forward and speak as freely as you like, dear. I love chit-chat and have never been one for such formalities.” Elvira was the sort of person who made friends with everybody, farmhands included.

"I think I need to start visitin’ more.” It wasn’t the most direct answer to his implied question, but it was honest.