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#The Music Man: {Poet Kit Macy}
mercsandmonsters · 7 months
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This picture of E is not mine, but it looks like he's about to spill some tea about somebody. "I wasn't gonna say nothin', but since you brought it up."
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The Edge of Reality (Open rp)
Disclaimer: This roleplaying thread has to do with mania, insomnia, and other mental health issues. This thread will be tagged accordingly. Viewer discretion advised. This post is NOT for non-roleplaying blogs.
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"I seriously hope I don't go fucking insane," Poet whispered to himself.
Poet had been up for 72 hours. He ran out of the one psych med he needed, but the insurance company won't be able to allow the pharmacy to fill the medication yet. The medication he was missing was putting him through a withdrawal. He hated it. He hoped that they would be able to fill it today.
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mercsandmonsters · 4 months
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Birthday Blues (Open rp)
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"It's my birthday today. Mama and Daddy got me a cake, but it's different without Evey. I wonder what she's up to and where she's at."
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mercsandmonsters · 5 months
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I know AI can be used for bad things, but I was curious. I wanted to see if AI would grant my wish to see Elvis with a horse foal. I wanted a miniature horse foal, but this one looks like a standard-sized one. The second one is with the miniature horse foal's mother. It may not look exactly like Elvis, but my wish is innocent. The pictures are lovely. Elvis kinda looks like Christian Bale here, but it's still the lovely Elvis.
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mercsandmonsters · 7 months
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The Feeling of Love (Closed rp)
Tagged: @miercolaes continued from here.
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"Okay," Kit answered, taking a deep breath, "Wednesday, you are the most bewitching creature I have ever seen."
Kit was nervous. He had a crush on Wednesday. Ever since they met in the music room at Nevermore. Kit was an anxious person. Wednesday made him feel something he never felt with his ex-boyfriend. Wednesday was blunt, but Kit would rather have it blunt than have it sugarcoated.
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A Lovely Fireside Evening (Closed rp)
Tagged: @eveycomesundone​
Disclaimer: This thread has to do with mental health. It also includes lighting things on fire in a fireplace. Viewer discretion is advised.
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“Evey? Doll?” Kit asked, “Are you okay?”
Kit was sitting on the sofa when he noticed Evey had not spoken a single word. He was worried about her. He knew something was wrong, but he didn’t know to what extent. He didn’t like it when she was upset.
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Piano Man (Closed rp)
Tagged: @grcccvy�� continued from here.
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“Of course,” Kit answered, “Even if you’re rusty, we’re still lookin’ for a pianist.”
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mercsandmonsters · 2 months
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❝ That’s your third unanswered voicemail. You ever think… maybe he’s just not that into you? ❞ (Dealer’s choice, from Lydia)
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Kit was very upset. His ex had called him for an emergency, but wouldn't answer his phone calls.
"He never calls me with positive stuff. Usually, he drunk dials me to say that I'm a loser, but he's not being helpful by not answering my phone calls."
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mercsandmonsters · 5 months
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A Treble Cleft Catastrophe (Closed rp)
Tagged: @miercolaes
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Kit was going back home to Tennessee for winter break. He made sure to buy a present for Wednesday before either could leave Nevermore or Jericho. Poet didn't attend Nevermore but felt out of place in Jericho. The jam sessions they had together made him feel better about being there. Poet had a Treble cleft necklace made for Wednesday with her name engraved on the loop of the Treble cleft.
It was a few days before he had to leave for home. He decided to take an Uber to Nevermore. He went to the office to get a visitor's pass. He then went up to Enid and Wednesday's dorm. He knocked on the door and announced himself.
Enid let him in. He noticed that their dorm was nearly empty, besides their respective pieces of luggage.
"Howdy, Enid, Wednesday," Poet greeted.
Enid went up and hugged him. Poet gave Enid her gift. It was a beautiful stuffed crochet unicorn with a voice box. It was before this, his final visit of the semester. Now, it was Wednesday's turn to get a gift.
"Wednesday," Poet said after hugging Enid, "I have a gift for you. I hope you like it."
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mercsandmonsters · 6 months
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Sore Throat Sourness (Open rp)
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"My throat is killing me," Poet rasped, "I spent the whole day throwing up because I've been coughing so much. I can't go very far without having trouble breathing. Even if I go downstairs, I can't breathe properly."
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mercsandmonsters · 7 months
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Tag Dump #3: Male Muses
Let's get these guys tagged.
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Spooky Bitch season (Open rp)
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“It’s spooky season!” Poet announced, “It is officially spooky bitch season! I, myself, am a spooky bitch,” He said with a wink.
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Conscience Curiosity (Open rp)
Disclaimer: This thread has to do with mental illness and has Elvis as a faceclaim. This thread will be tagged accordingly. Viewer discretion is advised.
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“Sometimes I wonder if my conscience is really my conscience or if I have an undiagnosed mental illness. Sometimes, my conscience says some wild shit.”
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Music Talk (Closed rp)
Tagged: @woednesdayaddams​ continued from here.
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“Wait a minute, you were you talkin’ about relationships or music? If it were relationships, I’m sorry. If it were about music, well, sorry I wasn’t payin’ attention.”
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Primal Screaming (Open rp)
Disclaimer: This thread has to do with mental health being at an all-time low for a person. There are positive and negative moments in this thread and the negative moments will be tagged accordingly. Viewer discretion is advised.
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“Sometimes, you just need to grab a teddy bear or pillow and just scream into it,” Poet admitted, laughing, but on the verge of tears, “Man, I wish Care Bears were real. I know they’re cartoons, toys and makeup icons now, but goddamn, I need one. Or the scale that takes you to Dragon Land, like in Dragon Tales. I mean, I have King and Beau in my room, but I can’t help but feel extremely low. All is not well in Poetville.”
Poet was sitting on the floor of his room, holding onto the large teddy bear he had won at a county fair while touring. His trusty service mini horse, Beau, brought him a tissue off the nightstand. King, laid next to him and put his head in Poet’s lap. Beau laid next to Poet and rested his head on his lap, doing his best not to get into King’s way.
Poet had been feeling extremely low for the past few weeks, but he didn’t say anything to anyone. Not even his therapist. He couldn’t help feeling this way. He wanted it all to end. He hoped it was positively, but for the most part, he was feeling suicidal, which was a new feeling for him. He felt homicidal back in school, but he never acted on it. Now, he was worried that he would act on the suicidal ideations. Poet slowly rocked back and forth, as he held the bear, weeping softly into its head.
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Heartbroken Dreams (Open rp)
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“Did you ever want ride off into the sunset with your now ex-significant other, but they just fucked up every little thing up?” Poet asked, “Yeah. I wanted to do that, but my ex was an asshole and never took the time to learn to ride a horse.”
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