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blueheartedmayor · 2 hours

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The Captain of the first Invincible is sitting in his makeshift studio, painting a photo of a serene sea setting he had taken while training.

The music he's listening to, if you were to take one of his earbuds, is far from peaceful.

#(Johnathan Y.oung once again pulling through with metal sea shanties.)#on the tablet

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blueheartedmayor · 7 days

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Slow breath in, hold for five, slow breath out.

He was better than this. He knew he was better than this. Something like this shouldn't still be making him quiver at his age. He could do this.

(His legs, however, disagreed with that notion. He would not be standing up just yet.)

"I do not want you to think that I have some innate dislike of you, Louise. Rather, I have had a... Somewhat turbulent experience with ghosts as a child. However, if something is within my power, I will try and offer some sort of assistance. If you don't want to talk about that just yet, then mayhaps you could tell me about..." Damien trailed off in thought. Asking about the circumstances surrounding her death and residency within a mirror seemed highly insensitive. "... About the type of music you enjoy listening to. I might be able to have it play while we talk."

"its okay, ill do my best to be just me." that's who she was, right? the faded photograph, model citizen district attorney, nothing scary about her except for her outdated clothes.

"i do need help with something, but i won't ask if it bothers you. im sorry for scaring you. you don't have to stand if you don't want to." a pause. "you could ask me things, if that'd help. you must have just tons of questions, and we could... get to know each other a little. "

#v; keeping the egos in check #mysweetlouise

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blueheartedmayor · 7 days

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[ a lost spirit wanders the cold forest ] — It's been awhile since i posted here but rahhh im back, got CSP recently and used it to draw this!!! still trying to get used to the software sooo it looks a bit messy, hopefully this will improve soon

#v; trapped in ivory white #doing his best for the city (self)#(it's such a haunting piece. I love it.)

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blueheartedmayor · 7 days

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Damien nodded in understanding. "If you do feel overwhelmed at any point, tell me. There are places we can go that will help lessen the culture shock, such as the nearby park. We may also be able to consider how to help you in this... predicament."

The other's turn and choice of name had the mayor's eyebrows furrow in confusion. William? Who was that? Whoever it was, the name alone brought a hint of fear. A question for another time. It would be unfair to add to the sudden spike of stress.

"This is Barnum. Though he might not look like it, he's a corgi. You could say he's my only reliable companion with how busy I am here. Normally, he's the reason I keep to any sort of break routine while in the office, but mayhaps he thought the sound of voices meant it was a meeting."

Barnum peered up, carefully inspecting the strange before him. He looked like Damien, but the scent was far different. The cologne was wrong, with an underlying smell that Barnum couldn't figure out. Not only that, the voice was strange. He stayed where he was, eyes set on the time traveller.

"I am sorry to say he's not as excitable as other dogs may be. I've joked he is my pint-sized bodyguard with how he behaves around strangers. But there is a way to show you mean no harm." Damien crouched down, waving his hand in a downward motion to encourage the other to do the same. "Hold your hand out to him and let him approach you first. He doesn't like when strangers try to pet him. I find it's better to let him make the first move."

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The act could continue. Mark's cover had not been blown, and the Damien before him was no wiser to the truth. For now, he was safe.

The time traveller's immediate reaction to Damien's offer was understandable. If it had been the other way around - where Damien had travelled back a century - he could manage thanks to the things he has learned over the years. To go forward is unprecedented. There's no gauge for what has and hasn't changed. After all, the last century was one of the most accelerated eras of development and growth in the country. A lot did change.

"It has changed. The buildings in this part of the city would be more akin to the architecture you would be used to, but there are some buildings beyond here that take on a style that may almost seem absurd." That was a good start, hopefully. One step at a time. "There are far more vehicles on the road, and they travel faster. People's sense of fashion is... Well, I suppose the movement started by the flappers helped pave the way for a better chance of expressing oneself through what you wear and how you style your hair."

There was a very slight chance that this was still a very elaborate prank. But now the focus of said prank had shifted from "this is someone sent by those who don't like me as mayor to insult me and everything I stand for" to "this is someone sent by strangers to cause confusion".

"You don't need to apologise, Damien," the modern mayor insisted, slowly rising to his feet. "I'm overdue a break anyway. In fact, my companion who is supposed to be keeping track of that has been neglecting his duties. Barnum? We're going out."

There was a pause. No one came through the doorway. Instead, there was shuffling from behind Damien's desk, just out of view. Then, a small, fluffy, black and tan dog appeared in view as he reviewed the situation. Such a change from what might have been expected, yet there was still a trace of a familiar look.

Absurd buildings? Faster vehicles, unusual fashion? Maybe it isn’t so bad as Damien says. Take the mayor himself, for example: his outfit isn’t the one the past Damien would usually wear, but it doesn’t look that out there.

Is he just trying to assure himself? No. No, definitely not!

“Knowing somewhat what to expect does make me feel better.” Mark glances to the window, beyond which sits an unfamiliar place, an unfamiliar time. “Though I worry it may simply be something I can’t imagine, so nothing I think will prepare me for it.” A more freely expressive fashion… Hm. At least he has something interesting to look forward to. He’d like to ask Damien a million questions, but the less he talks, the less likely it is that he might say something to give himself away. It will be an exercise in keeping his mouth shut. That can’t possibly go wrong.

He nods, accepting Damien’s insistence; although not without a guilty expression. A step away from the chair and Mark is ready to leave. He didn’t get to bring any possessions with him, now that he considers it. This better not be a long stay. It would be preferable to not be as overdue a break as this mayor seemingly is. It’s on the tip of his tongue to politely inquire about Damien’s companion — friend? Secretary? Other?

But the name he calls makes Mark’s borrowed limbs stiffen, and he turns around expecting a hat and moustache. “William?”

Not William. Definitely not William. Now he just looks stupid, staring at a dog like he’s a human ghost. On the bright side: there isn’t an upset colonel in the room? He relaxes with a weak laugh. “I suppose this is another naming coincidence. This little fellow is yours?”

#(I went scuba diving in the drafts and found this)#stageplayhero #v; keeping the egos in check #(Time for the sniff test!)#(We can always figure out what the proper outcome will be don't worry :D )

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blueheartedmayor · 7 days

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OOC:

Hey.

Apologies for basically vanishing off the face of the earth. After being away to visit my brother, I came home to the start of a very difficult week for myself and my family. It's only really today that I'm starting to get to a point of actually wanting to use my laptop for writing rather than playing games as a distraction - and even at that it's fairly late at night and I might not get a lot done immediately.

Things might still be somewhat slow for the next little while between that and trying to figure out what I can do around these blogs but I will be doing what I can.

#just the assistant (ooc)#(apologies for the quick succession of reblogs that will follow this)#(I don't think everyone follows all three so I'm playing it safe)

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blueheartedmayor · 16 days

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OOC: Apologies for radio silence across the board. I was out of town until yesterday, and this week is going to be a doozy with a very personal thing that I want to try and be present for, though full details have yet to be determined.

I'm working in the city tomorrow so it's not likely I'll be able to get stuff done here just yet. I appreciate the patience in the meantime while things are day to day.

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blueheartedmayor · 27 days

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What will you miss about the dawn?

I'll miss you, old friend.

I was listening to 'What Will You Miss About The Dawn [WKM the Musical]' (Synth V Cover) feat. Kevin and Anri, and came up with this.

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#(I am a simple soul. I see art about the WKM musical; I reblog it)#doing his best for the city (self)

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blueheartedmayor · 29 days

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I hate to do this, but I need money soon. I'll be moving to Orlando for the DCP on May 6th, and I need to raise funds to fix my car brakes before I leave.

In total I need about $600 to cover the brakes and whatever little things my mechanic may need to do, like an oil change or tune up.

I only have $200 to my name since I'm unemployed. I won't get paid for my work at DCP until at least mid May.

If you want to commission me, please see the terms and conditions and fill out an order form. Then DM me here or email me [email protected] to let me know you have submitted an order.

For those not wanting a commission, you can give me a ko-fi here.

Thanks again. Any little bit helps!

#(for the car!!!)

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blueheartedmayor · 1 month

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#musings #life is ours to queue

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blueheartedmayor · 1 month

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#noahisms #life is ours to queue

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blueheartedmayor · 2 months

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awwww Damien, thinking about a quieter life after being mayor? Maybe sharing a house and just being between going out for some excitement with the colonel?

@selfshippinglover

(In reference to this)

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It's a quiet Friday evening. Barnum is slumped in his bed, half-chewing a squeaky frog toy as stimulus to keep himself awake. (His human is still awake. It's too early for bed time!)

The mayor, however, is in the small kitchen. He sits at the high table, slowly stirring his coffee.

"It's something I've been thinking about. I'll need to make my mind up before my final year begins. If I do want to go ahead with it, then I need to start allocating savings to printing posters and leaflets, organise volunteers, and all the other headaches of an election campaign. It's certainly not an easy task when you have to persuade a full city." Damien pauses as he watches the swirling motion of the coffee.

"I graduated in political science. I set myself up for this life, but I can't be Mayor forever. I thought I would be able to make positive changes while in office... But it feels like I'm being blocked in many angles. There were things I promised to do while in office, but they've been delayed by opposition for so long that I don't think they'll officially finish in my time. And this isn't considering the headache of social media. It's very easy for people to say what they like with little consequences. As the saying goes: A lie can travel around the world and back again while the truth is lacing up its boots."

Another pause follows this, brief this time as he laughs.

"I suppose I can't really say much. Politics is a fairly rotten business, and outliers such as myself are unpopular. Not trusted by the public, disliked by your peers... It's a lonely profession, ironically, but it might be nice to be forgotten by them all for a while and just be."

He had vowed to give his full self to this when he was elected. Was it worth putting his entire life on pause?

"I still have time. Barnum doesn't deserve a life cooped up in an apartment. I'd like him to be able to explore a garden, meet new friends, and live a proper life that'd make any dog happy."

#(you won't believe who has had two major family-related events that needed priority)#(and you'll never guess who had very little motivation to work in the downtime)#selfshippinglover #v; keeping the egos in check #(when the modern mayor's dog is coincidentally named after the Colonel it only adds to the confusion tbh xD)#('I can't be Mayor forever'; he says. It's been six years and he's still halfway through that four year term)

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blueheartedmayor · 2 months

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#for rainy days

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blueheartedmayor · 2 months

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Have you ever thought about the passage of time, dear reader? It must be a tricky one to comprehend while you scroll on your device. Does it make the day d r a g on to the point of minutes feeling like hours, or does it make time slip by unnoticed until you sit in a room in the dark?

How does that work when there's an extra day included?

A leap year is a rather peculiar event. It's one where it seems so mundane, yet so unique. A secret treasure that only reveals itself on such a rare occasion.

What a treat that is for the common horology enthusiast! A cameo on the stage of the calendar, gracing us with her presence and a sweet serenade only to step away quietly before the crowds can catch up to her. It's a story all its own, when you think of it that way.

Ah.

Forgive me. I ramble. I'm sure you realise by now that this is not the usual narration style. The day that's in it spurred a thought to my mind and I felt the need to share it somewhere. A leap day is no groundhog day, but it is an extension of what is considered 'spring' in our calendars and 'winter' in a meteorological manner for those of us in the northern hemisphere.

Does it confuse the passing of time? Can it confuse the matter...

... When time is naught but a day on loop?

Why does Celine damn her brother to such a cruel fate? She would advocate that 'life is there for the taking' and... Perhaps this is what she meant by that.

#words from another typewriter (playwright narration)#(the other appearances will eventually be tagged; but it is late tonight)

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blueheartedmayor · 2 months

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Mayor Attorney - The Charity Gala

Tonight was the night of the charity gala, one that had been highly anticipated for some time now. There had been a large drive across the city to organise small events to raise money for a good cause, and this gala was no different. The organisers had put a lot of care into making sure everything would go just right. The guest list included both the Mayor and the District Attorney, along with names that Damien eagerly reminded you of. People that had supported him in his campaign, patrons, and not a single person that would give him a stress headache trying to avoid for the entire night.

It was strange to know it was one that Damien had no direct involvement in, but that was a nice relief knowing that he might actually be able to enjoy himself. As Mayor, he would have to socialise and make his presence known, but you hoped he would have time to just be Damien for a little while.

It would be nice. The previous few weeks were too busy for both of you to find time for a date, and you had already agreed to attend this event together. Would it be wrong to make the most of the night?

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You stood in front of the bathroom mirror so you could make the final adjustments to your hair. Your choice of outfit was a simple one - neat and black, plain and simple. It had been Damien's idea to co-ordinate with only black, but you couldn't ignore the suspicion bubbling up. Damien, a man who loves the chance to dress up nicely, the man who had once confessed that doing so was a 'guilty pleasure', opting for something ordinary? He had something planned.

But what? Damien wouldn't want to do anything that would throw him in the spotlight when he didn't want to be. He also wasn't someone who would add a flamboyant flair to his outfit.

Before you could mull further on what said 'plan' could be, there was a knock on the door. He was here. Your hair would have to do. A coat with money in a buttoned-up pocket was plucked off a chair on your dash to the door.

Damien stood in the doorway like a lingering shadow. He had kept his side of the deal. His black suit was pristine, with barely a crease in sight. The mayoral ribbon he wore for public events was the perfect shade to blend in with the material. His shoes were barely visible thanks to your shadow obscuring them. Even his shirt and bowtie were barely discernable from the jacket. What you did notice was the lack of accessory on the right lapel. He was known for wearing a flower, and you had expected him to find a black blossom.

The cane was neatly tucked under his left arm so he could carefully hold a small bouquet of white roses with both hands, as though afraid a mere breeze would damage them.

"I'm sorry," he smiled bashfully when he noticed your eyes drop down to the flowers, "I know we had agreed that we weren't to give any gifts ahead of our 'date' but… they were in their prime, and I couldn't help but be reminded of your sweet smile. You look perfect tonight, my love."

Ah, Damien. Roses might be a symbol of love, but you knew they were one of Damien's favourites, even before you two started dating. Once you let slip that you preferred the white blooms over the red ones, they became a reminder of you. You playfully rolled your eyes, accepted the bouquet, and invited him in so you could fetch a container of water to house them in. You would never be forgiven if they were left to dry out in the open air all night.

As you began placing the stems into their temporary, watery home, your gaze drifted over to Damien. He had stayed near the entrance, staying quiet so you could focus on your task and occupying himself with admiring the pictures on the wall. It was a common tactic he used for the sake of good manners. You waved a rose to get his attention, joking that you thought he had long lost 'guest' privilege by now.

You hit the nail on the head as he sheepishly chuckled and scratched his cheek.

"Ah. Yes. Well… This is a date, and I don't wish to behave so casually when it is the first time we've been together in a while." He paused as he noticed your wave beckoning him over. Who was he to argue with that? Slowly, he crossed the space to where you were working. "I simply want to make this a special night, and make sure you know how thankful I am that it is me you love." Your hands were preoccupied, and he took advantage of this to kiss your cheek.

The wall of formality was finally lowered, as Damien relaxed enough to engage in casual conversation about how the day went for both of you. His cane

For those few moments, you had forgotten the purpose of the night, until you glanced in his direction and was reminded of the empty lapel. You were quick to point this out.

"I did think one of my flowers would be a little too 'much' for a night that I have no involvement in. However, I did have an idea." He put his hand inside his jacket and pulled out two small, heart-shaped pins. One was red, the other was green. "A little gesture to show support, wouldn't you say?"

You flashed him a knowing smile. Your hunch was right, but you never would have expected how simple the act would be. He handed you the green pin so he could set to work putting the red one on your outfit.

"Sometimes, we have to remember the purpose for an event like this. It isn't merely to show how 'good' we are, or to make ourselves feel better. It's to help those who need it, and show that they aren't alone when it feels otherwise." With both pins in place, Damien stepped back to admire his handiwork. "There. Perfect."

You had a playful grin as you shook your head. You couldn't go just yet. His pin wasn't perfect, you claimed, as you reached back to the pin you had just put on him. He believed you, and that was his mistake. It left him open for your hands to swiftly move to either side of his face and pull him toward you for a kiss. When you leaned back, you saw a familiar lovestruck expression plastered on his face that you adored.

You asked if you should both get going to the gala. He nodded, leaning forward to close that gap between you one more time before it was time to go.

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#(you won't believe who has has so much on her plate that she hasn't been able to make an offical strike post)#(hint. me)#(scheduled post)

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