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Max is...

...transported.

The way Bradley moves, the sound of his voice, the way the lights play on his fur, the sheer presence of the older dog in the midst of the of the sound and color and life of it all...

He's an angel. He was an angel when he was in the air, but he's just as much an angel like this...

Max feels himself drawn even closer, gazing up at Bradley with pure, guileless awe and fascination.

And if the crowd was anything to go off, Bradley hadn't totally lost all supporters from his loss to Max-- even if he had aggressively cheated. The crowd thrums with the music, cheering as the Spitz continues to move with the beat and sing along just for the sake of letting himself go and acting as if he had a normal damn life just like any of them did.

"Cause I just wanna live my life and party All I want is to be free, and rock my body Been around the world and I wanna live my life In Rio, cause in Rio Cause in Rio, I realized--"

Not exactly far from the truth: He has been to Rio before and had enjoyed it intensely, though hasn't been back in some time. But the dog doesn't let himself dwell on it, not willing to let anything drag him down during a party he was literally hosting. Let those thoughts come tomorrow, he had no need for them here.

"I wanna party, I wanna samba I wanna party and flyyyy~" And the beat changes up only slightly, the lyrics turning more into a sudden but short bit of improvised rap of sorts. It rolls through that in a blink and then right back into the chorus, the music swelling once again. Bradley doesn't notice the lights behind him flicker to the beat of the music... and doesn't notice when the one above him glows brighter, illuminating him far better than he had been.

No, he just continues. It's the only time his own voice seems to overtake the existing vocals instead of joining with it.

"Laya, laya, laya, laya Laya, laya, laya, laya, laya, laya, laya, laya, laya..."

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Max still can't look away, even for a moment. This is a side of Bradley he'd never seen before, but somehow it's still familiar. None of the facade he dislikes so much is on display, just like when he was fully immersed in skating. Bradley looks open, natural... happy.

Happiness suits him more than Max realized.

He lets himself be moved along with the rest of the crowd. He cheers with them, just another admirer. Almost like he's in high school again. Something about that feels oddly bittersweet, but... sweeter than bitter. It's good to be Bradley's fan again.

And it's through this plan that Bradley just kind of tunes out that Max is there. Music offered almost as much freedom as skateboarding did, only restricted to keeping him firmly on the ground. Even as Powerline drifts out, he already has a song lined up for the next round, snatching a dark hat from someone in the crowd and easily sliding it on without issue-- it was fine, he knew the dude anyway.

The beat thrums up, beginning

"Party in the ipanema, baby~"

He's still singing with the song, of course. Why wouldn't he? This was a zone he loved, foot drumming along easily. The Spitz just lets the flow of the beat take him, not wanting to think of anything else-- nothing that could enrage him. If the crowd enjoyed it, well, that was just a bonus now wasn't it?

"I wanna party, I wanna samba I wanna party, I wanna samba I wanna party and live my life ( my life ) I wanna party... and flyyyy~"

The hat is removed and tossed into the crowd, much to the delight of those that are attending. This was what he lived for: eyes on him, approval on him, doing what he loved and getting cheers for it. This is HIS moment, no one else's! Because this... this was freedom that he CRAVED.

"I'mma fly, fly just like a bird" But you are a bird! "Oh yeah, you're right So let me fly just like a rocket then!" Okay! "Fly so high where I need to come down for oxygen!" Hey! "Cause once we've started, baby, ain't no, ain't no stopping then!"

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Most of the crowd just assumes this was all planned. Very few people know Max has very definitely washed his hands of hassling Bradley, and so the spectacle of two apparent rivals performing together drives people wild. Max, cursed and blessed with Goof obliviousness, only perceives that the singing is somehow more vibrant than it was before.

People aren't watching one or the other. Their eyes are on both of them. And their voices harmonize over Powerline's shockingly well.

When Max finishes a spin and turns on his heel, laughing rather than singing along, he suddenly freezes as he comes back to himself and sees Bradley Uppercrust III performing.

The crowd cheers as Max has apparently finished, and then all eyes are on Bradley. Including Max's. In fact, Max cannot look away, not even for a moment.

Bradley...

And it's because of this that Bradley finally notices him, blue eyes locking onto the mutt easily enough. For a moment, irritation sparks in him-- just a natural reaction when it came to the punk freshie that stole everything that mattered to him.

And here he is, again.

But before he can do anything impulsive, something gets a hold of him. No no, acting out hadn't worked when it came to Max... it only led to the downfall that he blamed the little mutt for. Instead, the older dog considers how to handle this.... and the best way to do that is to be far more subtle than he was before. After all, he had a headset on, better to project his voice but not overpower the music itself.

So, still working the table, he instead begins to sing along. The thing is, he was a rather capable singer, having snuck to lessons behind his mother's back. So the higher pitches, the tone changes... oh, he matches them easily.

He is NOT going to let the Goof kid ruin his vibes. He refuses.

His own performance gets some attention back onto him, as a bonus.

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Ooooh, this one gets Max's blood pumping! His fifteen minutes of fame had been much shorter than he'd expected after the stunt with Powerline, but it was still one of the best memories he'd ever have, up there with Dad and the man himself...

Max finds himself singing along. His voice is, of course drowned out in the crowd, but singing the familiar words sets a fire in him that needs to be expressed. And that is how, thoughtlessly, without a hint of self-consciousness, Max Goof begins to dance.

It's easy when you've had the choreography burned into your brain. He remembers all his old idols moves, and if anything is more capable of replicating them as an adult. He doesn't even realize as the crowd parts around him, leaving him in the center of his routine.

Music and acting was the only thing second to skateboarding with Bradley, the highest passions right after finding freedom on the wheels of a board. But someone like him has to take any chance to fly that's given to him and leave the others behind: Music and acting would never be achievable for him... not if his Mother had anything to say about it. So, for now, he allows himself to get lost in the music.

To feel the beat, move with it. The stage he's working is easily large enough to accommodate him and any movements that he wants to achieve. But it's when this second song fades out that an idea clicks.

"I think it's time for a classic!"

A hit of his fingers and the beat flips, fades out... and in comes I2I's very familiar tune. The absolute ROAR this gets him makes the Spitz laugh in delight.

Hell yeah! Always a hit!

He hasn't noticed Max at all.

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Although Max had intended to do more socializing-- he's still got some clout as the new X Games King-- he finds his gaze drawn, again and again, to Bradley.

Ever since he was a highschool freshman, he'd loved to watch Bradley in motion. That a kid only a little older than him could accomplish what he did was incredible, sure, but beyond that... when Bradley's heart was in something and it moved him, it would literally move him.

It's not fancy tricks on a board or bike or roller-blades. It's just him letting the music fill him. The music which, as Max actually process the lyrics, makes something flutter a little.

Unconsciously, he's been moving closer and closer to Brad's stage.

Being in charge of the music was something that Bradley actually greatly enjoyed, easily working the station while tapping his foot to the beat or occasionally rocking to it. At least he could forget his worries here, not have to think about anything that was waiting for him back home. Let it bleed away, let it die.

The first song fades out and his hands move.

"Nice, nice niiiiice~"

A fast movement and a new song but the same energy thrums.

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...OK this looks mad dope. And you know what? Max showing up to a party Brad's managing the music for will probably go a way to making people get more comfortable around him, right? So. This is basically a good deed.

Time to mingle~

Okay so a lot of the campus doesn't like him much anymore and he was only still in the Gamma house by the grace of Tank but that didn't matter: No one was going to miss a party that was held here. Bradley is the one manning the music this time around.

"HahaHAAAA!!! WOO!"

The base thumps and the beat rocks easy, drawing students far and wide-- and no officials will do anything, not when it came to this house. It's not long at all before the place is just swarmed, Tank even managed to get a couple fog machines!

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From this gif set

I just love when a decades old film blows up over a ship, it's so fun. and there's so many creative people out there, it's really nice to see.

been wanting to sketch this idea out asap. pics separated under cut

vibrates in my chair cause i only had one slice of pizza and hungers catching up to me

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It's all but impossible to miss where the music is coming from. Brad isn't a bad guy anymore, yeah, but... is it really OK to show up?

Well. He does anyway. Might as well see what the Spitz is up to.

He looks around a second, just to make sure no one is none the wiser. Why yes, he does have giant speakers sitting on the lawn of the Gamma house. The wild grin that he's known for slowly spreads across his face.

It was the end of the Semester, Exams are over, so...

"Showtime~"

A slam of his hand on a big red button and the music instantly blasts.

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What follows is a very protective mutt aggressively kissing his boyfriend in the direction of all the haters. Loudly and with tongue.

There we go, there's the temper he loves!

"Damn straight, darlin'. Now, c'mere~"

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"OH FUCK THAT NOISE. You're the best goddamn thing that's ever happened to me!"

"I, uh, get where they're coming from, though. Heh."

Fragile ego? Max? Never.

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"I, uh, get where they're coming from, though. Heh."

Fragile ego? Max? Never.

"... No. No I couldn't."

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EXCLUSIVE MULTIMUSE BLOG

I guess I might as well do a pinned post with rules and whatnot. First of all: If you are reading this and aren't already rping with me, I will not respond to you. I made this blog specifically to play niche muses with friends. I'm really not interested in using this blog to make new contacts. I play niche muses as a way of engaging with the rp partners I already have. That's it.

If you are one of those friends: Hi! Glad you're here! There's really no new information here that isn't already on whatever pinned posts you're already familiar with. Adult content tag is 'nsft', such content will usually be under a cut unless my partner doesn't use 'em. Always the possibility of sex, gore, and other potentially triggering content. Just let me know what to tag. Also note this is probably not gonna be my highest activity blog by default, so kick me at one of my other accounts or Discord to get my attention.

I am probably not going to provide links to many muse bios, because if you're reading this odds are you already know the characters in question. Maybe one or two if they're something like OCs made to fulfill a specific purpose, or canon characters whose backstories need a little zhushing up to make them more accessible. Still, here's a list of characters I've played so far:

Max Goof, of Disney's Goof Troop and both Goofy Movies

Rody Lamoree of Dead Plate by Racheldrawsthis

Alexander, the Tin Soldier of 'The Steadfast Tin Soldier' by Hans Christian Anderson

More to come, naturally.

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Max has never considered himself smart. Well. That's a lie. But every time he did consider himself smart, he was swiftly proven to be at best extremely naive. He doesn't know what to do. He doesn't have the words for it. But at least he can sing along.

Oh Lord, you know I have no friend like you If heaven's not my home then Lord, what will I do? The angels beckon me from heaven's open door And I can't feel at home in this world anymore

"This world is not my home, I'm just passing through... My treasures and my hopes are placed beyond the blue Many friends and kin have gone on before And I can't feel at home in this world anymore..."

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Royalty. He tries to stand even straighter.

"Well, your Majesty, I think the closest thing I had to a name was Fem­og­tyve." The name sounds like 'faymotoo'. "Means twenty-five. I was the twenty-fifth soldier cast of my set. That's why I'm missing a leg, there wasn't enough tin left to finish me." The little soldier looks more than a bit embarrassed. "I think the nice young lady called me 'Alexander'. If that sounds... too grandiose, you can call me something else. I haven't been alive very long, I'm not attached to any names."

"Oh! Um... In a way, I'm more so the King... or Prince, I've had both titles used on me, actually."

Pantaloon did his best when it came to battles but the soldier was indeed showing his age and wasn't the quickest in the dollhouse. Hans clears his throat and moves over to stand in front of the new arrival, easily noticing the lack of a leg. Well now, what happened there?

"But to basics: Do you have a name?"

Clara tended to name everyone that came into the house, though she only really called him 'Nutcracker'. Which was fine! He preferred his own name anyhow.

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@gemscales-and-tea

"Um... hello, sir? I think... you must be my commanding officer?"

He really hopes so. That old man did not seem to have the best strategic mind. But at least they could bond over injuries, he guesses.

"I'm. New. From... somewhere far away." Getting into specifics would be unpleasant. "A fish ate me, and I ended up on the table, and that nice girl brought me here." He stands to attention as best he can, leaning on his rifle. "Regardless, I'm at your command, sir!"

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"But I NEED her!" Rody can't take it anymore, it's too much. "I-I'm sorry Vince, I have to go, I have to find Manon, I don't want to leave but she's everything and I-- I'm drowning without her, Vince, I can't breathe when she's not here, I--"

The Alpha is in fact starting to hyperventilate.

❛  i love her! does that mean nothing?  ❜ (Rody @ Vince, situation of your choice~)

"Yes!" the word comes out sharp and direct, holding no mercy for Rody or how he feels. Vincent did not get this far by caring much for others and their emotions.

"Because she's not HERE! She hasn't for MONTHS! You can love her all you want and it's not going to change a damn thing!"

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"Oh, no! It's yours, so I made sure to bring it back here! I, um... just didn't think to use it until about the last block..."

He's still getting used to actually having an umbrella at all...

“You forgot the umbrella, didn’t you?”

Direct and to the point as always. How many times was this idiot going to do this?