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THE MOON SAYS HELLO

I’m currently looking for some new blogs to interact with, particularly those of GUARDIANS and BELIEVERS.

If you’re a ROTG/GOC blog [or have a ROTG/GOC verse] and are interested in writing with a Man in the Moon, please give this a reblog!

I’ll hop along to your page and see what I see.

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// Like this for a Kubla Queen starter!

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the lumineers lyrics (part 1) rp meme

“Pack yourself a toothbrush, dear. Pack yourself a favourite blouse.”

“‘Cause if we don’t leave this town, we might never make it out.”

“Take all of your savings out.”

“I was not born to drown.”

“By the time your mother wakes, we would’ve driven through the state.”

“Baby, come on.”

“We were not born in sin.”

“Forget what Father Brennan said.”

“We’ve driven through the night.”

“Leave a note on your bed, let your mother know you’re safe.”

“If the sun don’t shine on me today, would you lay yourself down and dig your grave?”

“Will you rail against your dying day?”

“Jesus Christ can’t save me today.”

“We looked outside, we couldn’t even see the sky.”

“How do you pay your rents? Is it your parents?”

“Is it hard work, my dear, holding the atmosphere?”

“I don’t wanna live like that.”

“Put on your dress.”

“Decide on me.”

“Yes, wear something nice.”

“Oh, ____ , you’ve been on my mind since the flood.”

“When I was younger, I should’ve known better.”

“I can’t feel no remorse.”

“You don’t feel nothing back.”

“I’ve got a new girlfriend.”

“You can’t see past my blinders.”

“He feels like he’s on top.”

“Heaven helps a fool who falls in love.”

“You can’t feel nothing small.”

“You got big plans, you’ve gotta move.”

“‘Honey, I love you.’ That’s all she wrote.”

“I can’t feel nothing at all.”

“I was Cleopatra.”

“I was young and an actress.”

“You knelt by my mattress and asked for my hand.”

“I was sad you asked it.”

“I had no plans.”

“I lay in my black dress with my father in a casket.”

“I left the footprints, the mud stained the carpet.”

“The mud hardened like my heart did when you left town.”

“I must admit, I would marry you in an instant.”

“I was late for the love of my life.”

“Damn your wife, I’d be your mistress. Just to have you around.”

*some lyrics were change to fit appropriate rp scenes, but feel free to change the words to fit your muse better !

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Oh come thou day-spring come and cheer Our spirits by thine advent here And drive away the shades of night And death’s dark shadow put to flight

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Marked Man | Mieka Pauley

I will close my eyes, in three two one The guilty hide, the guilty run

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//Does a couple of writings...and stops. Sorry y’all, I AM feeling a muse today but I’m also completely out of it that my writing just feels blegh. I’ve only had 2 meals since Christmas night, wine, and coffee, so everything just feels surreal right now. I’m gonna play some games and see if I can get back in the head space soon.

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@soromantiic liked for a Christmas starter!

January Junction was bustling with much more activity than even just yesterday; excitement and ‘holiday cheer’ filling the air around him so completely that he swore he could actually feel it. He would of thought that the villagers were to spend the holiday with their families, but there was laughter and mingling in the streets as well. ( Well, he figured, this town basically was a family, wasn’t it? )

Jack had to navigate his way through the crowd best he could; avoiding the other bodies with quick ‘excuse me’s and ‘pardon me’s - so that he could pretend that one wrong move wouldn’t end up with someone going straight through him - blue eyes searching for the familiar figure. He locked on to the blonde hair, expression brightening and heart racing as he started towards her, speeding up his pace.

“Elisa!!”

Christmas in January Junction would last a lot longer than just a day; it was so incredibly anticipated that the celebration would last until the New Year! Winter was finally officially among them, and such a feat would enrich the town for months -- what wasn’t there to celebrate? The entire town left their homes in search of valuable icicle treasures to make the seasonal coins and then trade for necessities among each other. Ice was the only currency that Kubla Kraus lacked interest in, and thus it was during the winter season that the entire town could feel the wealthiest.

Elisa met with one of the widely known hunters and was just finishing buying off the hide of a reindeer -- preferable for a coat -- when she hears a familiar voice. She raises her eyes, standing on her toes in attempt to peer over heads as she looked for the voice. A wide, glimmering smile paints her face upon finding the boy weave his way through the crowd. Throwing the pelt over her shoulders, she picks up her skirt and goes to meet the boy hurriedly.

“Jack!” she calls, the name weaving naturally in a breathy cloud of steam. Just before reaching his perimeter, she frees her hands from grasping her skirt and throws herself at him in a warm embrace. 

"What a wonderful surprise--I didn’t think I would see you today!”

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// Like this for a Kubla Queen starter!

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               Indie Elisa from Rankin Bass’ Jack Frost (1979)

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// Like this for a Kubla Queen starter!

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;there’s no use crying about it (KUBLA’S QUEEN)

The King of the Cossacks found and took the young maiden as his bride despite her cries. Elisa finds herself powerless upon his grasp and is forced to be the tyrant’s Queen. Years of emotional (and occasionally physical) abuse, the light in this maiden’s eyes has faded and she’s become quiet, cold, and impassive to her surroundings as a mere “accessory” to Kubla’s side. The Pumpkin Peasants have not seen their daughter since she’d been taken, and Elisa is not to leave Miserable Mountain without her King.

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REBLOG this if you guys are okay with doing Christmas themed threads AFTER Christmas!

The holidays can be a very stressful time for people - so it’s hard for them to sit down and write about Christmas in RP when they are stressing over it in REAL LIFE. So, just a little reminder that some people still want Christmas threads AFTER Christmas.

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Winter by Peter Hulance.

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Boys with gentle hearts and strong hands. Those are the boys you wanna marry.

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“Oh, it’s just what I always wanted--                          a Christmas delight!”

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Made my first-ever dress! Now you can dress up as Elisa from Jack Frost!

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// I need someone to make a Kris Kringle blog like the Rankin Bass Santa Claus is Coming to Town kind so Elisa can enjoy Christmas with ANOTHER PURE SOUL THEY’D BE SUCH NICE FRIENDS

//AND JESSICA THO!!! Wives of the holiday spirits UNITE!!