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Mamma Mia... (here we go AGAIN)
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ooc;
First day back at Uni and it’s going to be hectic
as hell for the next month with assignments and
deadlines and conventions.
So unfortunately all three of my blogs ( maestromusica,
mulchmom, & waifudotgif will be on semi-hiatus. I’ll be
replying when I can. ♥
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#ArtMaterialsForADrawing
#wip
#WorkInProgress
#projectmichi
#Coraline
#traditionalart
#artwork
#{Mrs Jones}#{Mr Jones}#{Little Miss Coraline}#{the neighbours}#((oh my gosh artwork of the neighbours#no one draws the regular world characters#i am in love))
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✿ [ Coraline ]
☂ ♈ᖺᙓ ᙓ✖ᖰᒪᗝᖇᗴᖇ ☂
"Why not? It’s just a little muddy out there!”
Stubbornly she refused to hear the rain pouring down,
turning the dirt into sludge, just as she skirted answering
her mother’s question with one of her own. The obstinance
mirrored in their faces was just evidence to how similar they
were, despite fighting more often then hugging. Her next
words are spoken in a sulky, resentful mutter, quietly but
clearly enough that she certainly meant for her mother to respond.
”Anyway, what do you care?”
Hoped for her to respond, really.
✿ ―
Words hurt, Mel had learn this throughout her life, but
no words hurt more than some of the ones a child can
throw against their mother. But sometimes it jut made
her annoyed, a knowing that Coraline just wanted to
get her own way. She would learn when she grew up,
or at least Mel could hope she would.
❝Well, I care about your health for one.
I have too much work to take a hospital trip.❞
She sighed, looking over the kitchen table to the sulking
babe.
❝Nothing else you want to do today?❞
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✿ [ Coraline ]
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☂ ♈ᖺᙓ ᙓ✖ᖰᒪᗝᖇᗴᖇ ☂
"Mom, c’mon, it’s barely drizzling!”
The storm raging on outside seems to grow even louder,
lighting cracking in the distance, as if determined to
prove her wrong. But there’s no such thing as too much
rain for a stir-crazy eleven year old with plants that need
tending, so she presses on, face reddening with a fervor.
“The tulips need to be weeded! And besides, I’ve got my slicker on.”
✿ ―
Mel had gotten to a point in her life where she wasn't
even phased by her daughter's consistent begging,
however this was really something; she just didn't
understand why the girl had such an obsession with
gardening in the pouring down rain. Rain made mud,
and mud made a mess, and then Mel had to clean up
that mess because like hell would she manage to get
Coraline to do it without a fuss.
❝It's thunder and lightning outside, Coraline!
Do you really think this is good weather for gardening?❞
She already knew what that answer would likely be.
#exploriing#ic;#para;#((oh coraline#when will you learn that you're not going outside in the rain~ ))#((Thank you for the starter!))
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To be fair, she had asked
I mean, even Mel got a bit curious when there were
rumours of the living dead in the town you were visiting
Not to mention Coraline hadn't shut up about it since
she had been told just where her parents' away-work
was taking them.
❝Hm.❞
It was hard to tell if the kid was telling to truth or
whether the entire town were crazies. They all
didn't seem too far off of the folks back in Ashland,
but then again they were all a bit... eccentric.
In fact, Norman seemed like the most down-to-earth
of the lot. She'd humour him for now. Heck, it was a
rare time she wasn't busy, and she could probably
take a story or two back to the blue-haired wonder.
❝How'd that happen, then?❞
«☠» why he even decided to tell someone who he knew
would be incredulous ? blue hues eye the ground
as he continues, unsure why. her skepticism would
probably drive her away, anyway.
❝ …yeah, they did — i-i’ll understand
if you don’t believe me, though.❞
#((no trouble!#I thought it'd be really fun to have these two interact anyhow#i laika the interactions#*upset cymbol clash*#I'm really good thanks!#preppin for cosplay and selling at convention this weekend whayyy#Hope you're doing well too? 8) ))#ic;#oculisaliis
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You now have permission to ask my muse about their past, their darkest secrets, bad memories, or anything else you wanna bug them about! Go crazy!
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Friendly reminder that my muse is not immutable. Over time their attitude, behavior, and headcanons may change. Their opinions or standings may not always be the same. I am not twisting my muse out of character by changing their opinions, I am giving them a fucking relatable quality because none of us are immutable and won’t always have the same opinion of everything.
#((Posting this to Mel#because Maestro is a stubborn asshole#Mel however may get different opinions of things))
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Just because this is an RP blog, doesn't mean I won't answer questions like an ask blog. My askbox is always open to any questions you might have for my muse.
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stxtchedwithadventure
❝ How was your first day at school?❞
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oculisaliis
❝Zombies, huh?
And the whole town saw them too?❞
#greeters;#oculisaliis#((I figured Norman's got a pretty good chance of being in the same world as Coraline#or at least enough that it would be plausible for these two to meet#so have a greeter ♥#))
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✿ ―
If only she knew what eternally plagued you, child, if only she
could b e l i e v e you. But alas an adults mind is also plagued,
with thoughts of bills and life and work, each one forcing out
belief in faeries and monsters and worlds of Others in an
attempt to make room for itself. The world around them was
grey and bleak, and she had settled on finding solace in the
little things. But she admired your imagination sometimes,
Coraline; she admired how you could believe so firmly in
something, in anything at all. Mel hoped that her daughter
would never lose that.
Perhaps in a future or a universe so far away, Mel would
fall through or a portal- a well or something similar- and
be whisked away to a land where she could believe through
her own eyes. To confirm everything true that her daughter
had claimed, to bring them closer... but to also make her
realize what a horrible mother she had been. If it had been
real, she only wished she knew for certain.
She crumpled her lips, a little hurt at the comment. Although
Coraline likely didn't mean it, those comments reminded her
where she had failed. Of course, she wouldn't really show it;
a parent's emotions weren't to be plagued. Children had their
own big lives to worry about.
❝I know I get busy sometimes, but-❞
She walked into the room, taking a seat at the end of the
bed. She placed a hand on her daughter's leg comfortingly.
❝I do care, Coraline. I don't want to see you upset.❞
Seeing you upset only made her upset inside.
⊰ ℂ ⊱ —— ；
Some thing’s would never be unpacked. Just recently,
that tarnished sleeping bag was replaced with a bedspread. Blue.
Just the way she liked it. Alas, she who laid flat upon it neglected
to marvel its finer details. Her arms dangled off the side of the bed
as her toes point to the ceiling. A sigh is coaxed by the atmosphere
easily and trapped by the weight of the world. Her chest is heavy,
like it had been bestowed with a terrible tragedy. Softly, lidded eyes
stare at the water burns sewn on top of the room.
She didn’t find any reason to wonder about that this time.
When her night light illuminated a dark room any other night, she’d stare
for hours at the muddled ceiling, trying to make the water damage into
shapes and other images. Sometimes the night would crawl by so quickly,
she’d had no time for sleep before the alarm shattered silence. Then
the following day, school would be a pain for her. But it was totally
worth it.
Tonight, Coraline thought of nothing. There were hints here and there
tugging at her brain, but everything was shaken away. Her lips
thinned ; her sprinkled cheeks were barren of colour. She wanted no
thoughts. She wanted absolutely nothing. Just like that one place in
that one… terrible… world. Quickly, it flashed before her mind. The
memories of that world ; hell had been created, but mended in a way
it was accessible. Truly a bother. To know it might still exist, yet it
haunts her.
{ AND IT ALWAYS WILL. }
It was really quite late. The clock was pushing for eight ; beyond
her window, the moon was climbing its ladder. Coraline let a
suspire expel from her crooked nose. At the moment, she heard a
squeak. “The Jumping Mice?!” But it was only the door. Her fear
sat her up, and her depression pushed her back down.
“Ugh…. Why do you care ? It’s not like you listen, anyway.”
#ic;#para;#felinecompass#((cries#mel's icon is probably going to get used a lot#kiddo don't be sadddd ))
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✿ ―
Mel Jones was nothing special; she wasn't extravagant
and she had no real superpowers; Mel Jones was human.
But she did have one thing that wasn't to be trifled with:
She was a mother. She knew she wasn't the best one at
times, but if there was one thing she did it was care for her
beautiful little girl with all her heart.
Mothers were special in their own way. They could fix issues
that most would consider impossible, they could multi-task for
the world and juggle a million things at once (although perhaps
not with ease, but better than most), and more importantly they
could always sense when something was up with their baby.
Coraline would always be her baby.
❝Everything okay?❞
Her voice was soft-spoken, a tone of sympathy underlined.
She tried her hardest to be open for Coraline to talk to, but
obviously it seemed that a lot of the time it just wasn't easy
to open up to a parent.
She stood at the doorway of the younger girl's bedroom,
head peaking around the door as if not to intrude the other's
space; usually she wouldn't care so much, but she had
overheard the words she had spoken to herself, realizing
that something was obviously up.
⊰ ℂ ⊱ —— ；
“It’s just another one of those nights.
I can get over this.”
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❝Mm-hmm.
Give me one reason you need it so much.❞
♦ ━━━ ❝ but my life depends on it, and if i don’t
. have it, i might die. ❞
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ooc;
Since rules and such aren't up yet, I'll mention it here:
Greeters are given to people that Mel can interact with in the every-day world. So non-humans or people from the future are a no-go.
I'm open to plotting to find some ways for characters to meet though, likely with AUs included.
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indxgatrix
❝No Coraline, you don't need anymore junk.
Put it back.❞
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beldambuttons
✿ ―
It was one of those mornings where the fog surrounded
the Pink Palace as if it wanted ever-so badly to give it a
cold, suffocating hug. The rain from the previous night
dripped from the branch of a dying tree and onto the nose of
Hamish, the lone dog that Mel Jones had- now regrettably-
offered to walk for Miss Spink and Miss Forcible. 'Now,
see, we would take them all out for a walk' Spink's words
echoed in her head, 'It's just Hamish is getting on and he
needs fresh-air to keep him well these days.' With Charlie
at work and Coraline at school, she had unfortunately been
stuck with the task of escorting the old, shaggy pooch. 'Just
take him to the well and back, dear- but, oh, do mind falling
in' she had been warned. Ha. As if she were going to just up and
jump down it.
❝Best take you up the hill then, boy.❞
Positively enthralled, Mel pulled her coat-collar closer to
her face and set off down the old road, scottie bouncing
away in front of her.
It was a rather freezing, uneventful journey. That was right
until the tiny dog began to bark at something in the trees
that likely wasn't there. Mel supposed it was that cat again.
The noise quickly grated at her nerves. Loosening the grip
on the lead, she tried to approach the animal to comfort
it; Hamish yanked forwards, pulling the leash right out
of her hands; he seemed quite angry as he bounded up
towards the old well and way past it.
❝HAMISH!-
Ugh. This day keeps getting worse and
worse...❞
With a grumble, she darted up the hill after the dog,
sploshing through the muddy mess that the ground
had unfortunately become. So lost in her thoughts,
Mel didn't even consider where her feet were going,
heavily stomping on the floor around her and crushing
anything in her way.
❝HAMI-❞
She let out a surprised scream as she felt her foot hover
for a moment, before placing firmly onto the air itself.
Her heart jumped up her chest, experiencing a feeling
some-what like when you miss the stair on the staircase.
Her whole body bundled downwards, falling fast, yelling
scared. The woman closed her eyes tight, certain that in
that moment, she was going to die.
The darkness of the well consumed her.
And then she woke up, alive and well. Mel was huddled in a safety position, laying on the floor in between the outskirts of a world so familiar to her own, and yet not.
She dared not open her eyes in fear of what greeted her, having not yet figured out that she was still living. After-all, moms knew
everything, but even death was slightly beyond their knowledge.
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