blueheartedmayor

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Damien meets Wilford

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OOC

Howdy. I'm here. I've been lurking and whatnot but, I'll be honest, it's been hard to find any reason to do stuff around here lately. My free time has been fairly limited in recent times - for example my entire evening was eaten up by irl obligations when I got home from work - so I've been very limited in what I do, and where. I haven't lost muse or anything like that, and I'd like to try and get back into stuff... But it's been tricky.

When I have had time, I've been trying to establish @labyrinthruled. Luckily, every blog I have is a side-blog, so it's easy to keep an eye on things. :3

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(Including a little Damien x Reader, as a treat.)

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It was the end of a work day. There were no visitors allowed in City Hall, but the security knew you well enough to let you sneak in with a knowing smile. One of them even held the door open for you so you wouldn't have to put down the box you were carrying.

Even if you were someone given 'special access', you still needed to be careful. If any other officials caught you, there was no doubt that you need to explain a lot to avoid arrest for trespassing after hours. Your usual route to the Mayor's office was taken with care, and you went as far as dramatically poking your head around corners to make sure the coast was clear. This had been done to add to the humour of the moment, but it ended up working in your favour when someone did walk past. The lady was fuming, and you belatedly realised that she had just marched out of Damien's office. Her anger clouded her vision, hiding you from view.

You needed to hurry.

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The heavy, wooden doors leading into the Mayor's office were ajar; allowing you to successfully enter once you had side-stepped and used your elbow to pry the door open further. Once more, you dramatically peered in to make sure nothing was being interrupted.

Damien was alone. The black ribbon had been clipped off and placed on the desk. That wasn't an unusual action. Once the working day was done, Damien liked to simply be himself again with no titles. However, the flower had also been removed and appeared to have been crumpled in the process. It wasn't just the lady who had been frustrated at the late meeting. It went wrong for Damien too.

His back was to you. He hadn't heard you enter. That was for the best. When he was annoyed with something, he preferred to have a moment alone to collect himself. This was enough time for you to sneak over to the small coffee table to your right so the box could finally be put down on the floor. At least you could put your plan in action another way.

The box you had carried the whole way in had toy building blocks in it. You knelt down and set to work. Small structures were quietly set in two straight lines. You were focused on making a tower when a light cough overhead interrupted you.

You looked up.

"I know I always say 'Life is Ours to Choose... But what are you doing?" The brief fear of testing Damien's patience was quickly washed away when you realised there was a fond, yet exasperated, expression on his face.

You explained that you were creating your vision of the city with your proposed changes.

"Oh? And what would that include?"

Your simple response of 'sharks' brought a surprised snort out of the Mayor. When he picked up an arched block, you knew things were going to be alright. He would talk about what happened when he was ready.

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@dreamswideawake tagged me in this and I realised I had an opportune moment for heartache.

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The dust may settle on one matter, but a Captain's work is never done. Noah had the expertise of working alongside new colonies, and he found himself helping on several committee boards despite his intention to take a step back from responsibility.

Life, at least, was familiar. Though there was a routine, there was no concern of days looping or, worse, time freezing to a halt as the universe collapsed on itself. His injuries on his face and neck were finally healing, though the path to regain what little movement in the fingers in his left hand he could was a long, slow path.

He could make do. He was right-handed, and so he didn't need to sacrifice his hobbies or reduce his workload. A hand incapable of flexibility still made for a great weight to hold things in place, after all! On the other side of things, one of the Crew Leads had noticed him hesitate as he caught sight of his scarred reflection and reassured Noah that he still looked handsome.

Saturday had been his birthday. It had been his plan to take time off and go somewhere, but there had been an issue with the installation of heat pumps in the newest housing development. Noah wasn't entirely sure why he had to help solve the issue, but it took three days to figure something out.

Once things appeared to be settled, he felt comfortable enough to make an announcement during the Tuesday morning meeting of the Crew Leads and Department Heads:

"I shall be taking the rest of the week off."

There were mixed reactions to this.

Those who had worked alongside him on the first Invincible were thrilled. Taking time off was always a good thing for them. The Head Engineer in particular was glad to see Noah wasn't stuck in the mentality of being on the go non-stop.

Those who had been in cryosleep and who only got to know Noah once the colony was being established were exasperated. This was terrible timing - granted, there was never a 'good time' to take off when anyone would call for Noah's input at any given moment. Dinners had been interrupted in the vital and urgent quest to get his opinion on matters such as which colour door handles should be installed first.

Tensions were high, and the last thing Noah wanted was to be the cause of another argument between the two sides of his expanded team. Today was not the day to try and help them find middle ground. Instead, he told them that he simply couldn't postpone it and further because he was being kidnapped today and that kind of plan cannot be easily rearranged.

Before questions could be raised, the meeting was dismissed, and Noah stepped outside. There, a large hulking figure stood, attention fixed on the puppy snuggled against the crook of his arm.

Noah approached and tapped Wug's other arm, giving the signal that it was time to go. Bandit had promised that Noah deserved birthday drinks, and he couldn't wait any longer for that!

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I actually had some free time this weekend in-between family stuff and you know what I did?

Made a side-blog for Jareth. Because I couldn't get the idea out of my head... And I forgot the email linked to the blog I had a decade ago. Funny that.

I'll probably make a proper promo eventually (maybe), but hi! Probably going to be low-activity, but it's an indie, non "mutuals-only" rp blog that follows back from @dreamingofmuses. Interpretation is based on the movie with headcanons. It'll also be a little rusty, so bear with me on that front. It has been a long time since I've properly written him.

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"I think I might be considered a fool for thinking Ash was going to be able to do anything today..."

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this is why we can’t have nice things

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(blueheartedmayor... who really is not a digital artist...)

"Me? Brave? Nah, I'd say that fits you way better, bluebird!"

@dreamingofmuses / @blueheartedmayor

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My work week is crazy, and I'm currently with my sister and her family, but know that Scar is over here vibing.

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OOC: Somewhat back, still easing into things.

So where have I been? Doing the usual, really, except I got hit with one of the meanest creative blocks I've ever encountered. Then, I got hit with successive moments of getting knocked backward every time I thought I was finally getting back onto my feet, creatively. Even this week! I took time over the weekend to properly rest, was planning on putting up something yesterday and... Boom. Got knocked back again before I had the chance to grab my laptop after work. I have discovered one cause for the knockbacks, so I'm hoping to figure out a plan for that.

Also... I haven't really felt the need to be here, you know? I've spent so much of the time in a mostly dormant community over the years (my bubble, not the community as a whole), that it's so easy to feel completely overlooked. Not that anything happened, but I got reminded of things that did happen in times gone by, and it was super demotivating.

I'll probably keep W.ilf's blog on pause for the time being, and go between here and the multi.

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ft. @blueheartedmayor

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OOC: Oh, whoops. I think I just missed the blog anniversary. Happy seven years of this blog!

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Adding to my “Engie was played by Damien” madness we haveeeee

Engie and Dark both have their hair parted to the right while the Actor

Has his either slicked back or parted to the left. Same with his “characters”

(Illinois and Magnus not included becuz hat)

Idk, probably a reach but I can dream.

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Damien x Reader - Debate Night

University is a great place, and it allows you to get to know Damien in a setting that isn’t the lecture halls. Inspired by personal memories of university clubs and societies, I thought it would be nice to consider what the District Attorney and Damien took part in.

(Damien x DA!Reader)

Word count: 1,176

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It was Friday night, the best night of the week! It was the night in the week that you could go wild without any worry of waking early. The university grounds were quiet - as most of the staff and students had quickly vacated for the weekend. Only a few hung around, and it was the perfect opportunity to claim one of the smaller rooms. With no one around who might demand the occupants leave so they can prepare for whatever study seminar might be taking place there, you could drop your guard, and go wild. It was safe to do whatever nefarious deeds you could only dream of. 

That’s right, Friday nights were Debate Club night!!

You and a few others had banded together as a way to practice for debates in your law degree, but it had turned into an excuse to socialise and have fun in the midst of an intense course. You would all bring snacks and drinks, pick random topics to dramatically debate over (the main rule was that topices were never anything related to the course or the news), and enjoy the fun while choosing the ‘winner’ each round. As a lawyer-in-training, it was a great chance to practice and build up your confidence in speaking in front of others without the stress of formal debating competitions.

It was also how you got to know Damien better. He was one of the top students in your class, and you suspected it was the same for the entire year group. Though you might be impulsive and reckless at times, it was hard to shake that fear that he was too ‘good’ for someone like you to befriend, so you could never muster the confidence to approach him before the club was established. Him joining this club was, to quote another student, “40% help and guidance, 60% impulse control”. At first, that was exactly what Damien did. He kept a backseat, giving advice on how someone handled an argument, held their composure, or something else. But gradually, the ice began to crack and he began to engage more. This was when you finally started talking to him. It was a chance to help with your nerves about speaking in front of others and other topics you struggled with, but you found him wonderful company. You soon agreed to have study sessions together during a free period on Mondays and Wednesday; something that soon paved the way to you two starting a relationship. 

In return, you further encouraged Damien to take part in the wacky debates and have some fun. You two got along like a house on fire, and the club would insist the debates you two would have ranked highly in terms of pure entertainment. Tonight, for instance, had you two arguing about whether a cat or a dog would be the best pet to have. A day or two earlier it had come up during lunch, and both of you agreed that either would be an ideal companion. Which only made the current debate even funnier for the rest of the group.

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The fact that Damien canonically carried us to bed because we were too drunk to stand lives rent free in my bisexual head aghshhshshnsls 🥲💞

THEY WERE UNIVERSITY-MATES, YOUR HONOR (ft. my self-insert DA to illustrate the concept 😌💞)

You saying that got me thinking that Damien is so bisexual coded idek how to explain it okay. Obviously the fact that the DA is all of us, aka any gender, aka all genders, makes him queer if you believe he has feelings for us (which like HOW COULD YOU NOT) but it doesn't even matter your gender okay... boy is yearning this hard in the 1920s as the MAYOR?? for his DISTRICT ATTORNEY?? Closeted behavior, I feel. Hehehe ANYWAY--

I'm making a Markiplier Ego Discord!! Idk how interested people are but I thought it'd be fun to try! For now, just let me know if you want to join a taglist for when it's ready (soon!!) and give me name suggestions (please ;;-;;)! 🥰

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"Im bored and lonely. So you get to deal with me." The seer says while putting a tea cup down, it has hot tea already?, and some cookies. "Sooooo how are you doing?" [ Kitty to Dante ; She wanted to bother him today ]

@wisteriagrcve

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The studio was busy today. There was a lot of excitement regarding the development of a documentary series. There were many faces running around, with differing levels of busyness.

But no. Kitty made it her mission to go into the office of the one person who was reading up on a civil law case ahead of an upcoming trial. It was unusual to see Dante with a more 'natural' hue to his skin, but it would be clear to Kitty that he was pushing himself by exerting energy to keep the facade up. Presumably, he was trying to get used to 'appearing normal' so he could successfully manage a full work day in the public eye.

Violet eyes lifted from the document to Kitty. A sigh followed this as he closed the document and placed it aside.

"I am sorry to hear you are both bored and lonely. Truly, it must be a very difficult time for you." Despite the deadpan response, he was making an effort to tidy the desk so Kitty had space to put her items down. "I have been busy, though I am sure some would say I am due a break." At least it was a day where he actually had energy to do things.

"How have you been keeping? Has your endeavour into videos panned out well for you?" It was like old times, in a way.