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MUSESFROMTHEFIFTHDIMENSION — a mixed media multimuse featuring characters from Gōjira (1954) and Godzilla Minus One (2023), among others, such as The Twilight Zone (original series) and Columbo.
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#gojira rp#godzilla rp#monsterverse rp#monster rp#kaiju rp#scifi rp#sci fi rp#science fiction rp#horror rp#ww2 rp#1940s rp#1950s rp#mash rp#[posting again to try and find new folks in the tags!]#musesfromthefifthdimension#animanga rp#film rp#tv rp#classic tv rp#movies rp#columbo rp
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Anonymous asked: ❛ maybe if i close my eyes i can convince myself that this is only just a dream. ❜ ( @musesfromthefifthdimension , Dr. Ser.iza.wa )
🐝 * ― 𝑫𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑴𝑺 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑵𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻𝑴𝑨𝑹𝑬𝑺 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺.
—❁—
“A dream?” Melody tilted her head. “I’m right here with you, aren’t I? We can’t be both having the same dream,” she added, and she twirled in the air before him with a little laugh. “Or—I don’t think we can.”
Then her laughter subsided, and she paused and considered. Surely, this human knew more than she, but she remembered waking up this morning quite well. So, what was true?
“Well… maybe you should try,” she said. “And I’ll close my eyes, too, so we know for certain. I’m ready when you are?”
#musesfromthefifthdimension#answered.#( going from 'nah no way!' to 'i think you might be on to something' in record time )
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The Observer finally showed himself to Seymour at a time he feels the consequences of his actions have well and truly been paid in full— after the Audrey Twos have all but taken over the world, forcing Mr. Krellborn and so many others into hiding, lest they should be devoured. It was like television static; first thin air, then suddenly a man standing in the corner, like the tuning of an old Cathode Ray-Tube television. He held a cigarette in his black-and-white fingers, and on his left hand, which peeked out from his dark suit-and-tie attire.
"Mr. Seymour Krellborn," he said, the baritone of his voice sounding like it was coming through an old microphone rather than the way it should have, "you never expected all this would result from your purchase and indulgence of a strange and interesting plant, did you? With the coming of the solar eclipse and the darkening of the world, Audrey Two was able to come to that sales counter from the very depths of... The Twilight Zone."
(— The Observer @musesfromthefifthdimension )
It had all happened so fast; faster than Seymour had ever imagined it could. One day he had been nourishing a tiny, strange plant with his own blood, and the next, said plant had grown into a massive, ravenous monster that had managed to spread its equally murderous spawn over the what seemed to be the entire country— perhaps even the entire world.
When he had first realized the truth of Audrey II's origin and nefarious intentions, he had run off; gone into hiding— like a coward— in the hopes that everything would soon blow over; that someone much more capable would eventually be able to take care of the situation without him. But alas, things had spiraled out of control much, much too quickly for anyone to comprehend what was going on until it was far too late. And now, the city, the country,— the whole of society, had been thrust into chaos.
Too many people had given in to their own greed, their own selfish desires; played with metaphorical fire just as he had in the form of mass-produced man-eating plants, and now, the entire human race was paying the price.
Even so, it was still he who had caused this mess, and although he was guilty and ashamed and endlessly terrified of all that was going on, he had resolved to be the one who fixed it, no matter what the cost.
He had been curled up and really only half-asleep in the corner of a now-abandoned office building, makeshift weapons kept well within grabbing range just in case a hungry vine happened to plunge itself through the wall in search of a fresh meal, when he heard the static-tinged voice speaking his name.
The sound caused him to jerk to full alertness, blinking at the surprisingly well-dressed man that now stood before him. The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end at the sight of the stranger, as if a subconscious part of him knew that the man was not quite of this world...even if only a sleep-deprived hallucination of some kind.
Perhaps it was for this reason that Seymour didn't view him as an immediate threat. Nevertheless, he spoke in a slow, cautious tone, with a voice that was slightly hoarse from lack of recent use.
"...Who...who are you...? ...How do you know all of that?"
#suddenly seymour (ic)#musesfromthefifthdimension#if we fight 'em we've still got a chance (post-apocalyptic au)
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@musesfromthefifthdimension - continued from here!
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Rarely did Kaimaunahi ever meet a foe so vicious, so powerful, so violent - let alone one that was a true equal to him in strength. Even rarer did he find a foe that could surpass his power.
And he could not remember the last time he met a foe that nearly killed him.
The battle, from what the King could recall of it, was as brutal as it was brief. He had homed in on a unusually strong source of radiation out in the Pacific, only to find it belonged to a similar-looking beast laying Hell upon an unfortunate human fleet. He held no strong affection for the crafters, but he would not allow such an unwarranted transgression - thus, he promptly met the beast in battle.
Teeth and claws drew blood from both King and Destroyer, proving they were of equal strength. His inner star-fire seared the beast's flesh, but Kaimaunahi had not been prepared for when the Destroyer unleashed their own tainted flames upon him. It only became apparent to him that his foe was of unnatural origin when the radiation-soaked lance of light burned far more harshly than usual - in a desperate act to keep himself from sustaining critical damage, he fired his own beam, causing the two to clash for a moment.
Then everything had gone white, as though the very Sun had fallen from the sky onto the two warring titans, and he could not remember anything of the battle beyond that.
Kaimaunahi could only guess that, were it not for the lingering radiation he could absorb and heal himself with from what was surely a blast of borderline apocalyptic scale, he would be dead. He vaguely recalled drifting on sea currents, wearily following the distant call of life-giving energy, crawling ashore to a ruined city, and then falling unconscious again. Now that the King had properly roused, he realized that this place had once bore testament to the Destroyer's fury.
That, and he was not alone.
While the King was still too weary to get up - let alone properly move from his impromptu resting place - he recognized the tiny, scurrying forms of humans around him, in suits designed to shield themselves from the life-energy that he fed upon. Even now his body passively drew in and processed the lingering radiation of the ruins to soothe his wounds.
And one of them was in front of his snout. Close enough to where he could all but feel their thoughts, vague blobs of concepts and terms buzzing around like a swarm of insects. Out of curiosity, he had reached out with his own consciousness and Touched them - Kaimaunahi could not deny the fact that it amused him slightly to watch the little thing clearly be startled by the sudden voice in their head.
'The touch of death. The touch of the Destroyer,' repeated the voice in Noda's mind - it was clearly not of human origin, yet it spoke in his tongue perfectly. It was ancient. Masculine, to some degree. Primordial.
If he turned, he'd find that one of the titan's golden eyes had fluttered open; still half-lidded, but acutely focused on him.
'This place - it has bore witness to the Destroyer's fury, has it not?'
#rp thread#lord of the sea; kaimaunahi#threads of fate; crossover verse#musesfromthefifthdimension#sorry this got long ghhghjghjhjg#also im thinking this is like. post-minus 1. and the destroyer/fukichu/minus one goji not only regenerated but grew to like 100 meters#(for comparison kaimaunahi in canon is around 119 meters iirc)#also; to Touch refers to initiating telepathy w/ somebody. it kinda transcends language#so you could interpret it as Noda simply KNOWING what kai's saying through Vibes
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005, a new house/apartment filled with unopened cardboard boxes.
[— Dr. Noda, @musesfromthefifthdimension — au where he moves to the US after minusone for... uhhh some reason??? ]
“I certainly don't miss this,” Emmett says, carefully manoeuvring around the labyrinth of boxes strewn about the living room. The first time, his mother had insisted upon helping, all too eager to see her son off to university, and so they packed up his entire makeshift lab, fearing Erhardt would clear it away or worse, and stuffed the entirety of fifteen years of life into a series of poorly labelled cardboard boxes.
It had taken forever for him to get around to unpacking anything that wasn't his equipment, pulling from the boxes only when and as he needed something, and by the time he was settled in, the first year of university was coming to a close.
Emmett narrowly avoids kicking a box and stumbles slightly as he tries to correct himself. “Granted, it was a little easier moving from one part of the state to another rather than halfway across the world, but it's still quite the undertaking nevertheless.”
“Have you made any progress settling in yet?”
SET THE SCENE., @musesfromthefifthdimension * / Dr. Noda
#welcome to the states doc!#something something work opportunities- science - idk doesn't matter we'll figure it out#because nobody can tell me these two worlds can't be combined - i will fight#maybe goji's on the move and he's decided let's snag some more territory - towards cali he goes - depends on the time period!#and we can set them wherever you want: late fifties - sixties - or in the eighties; i'm open to anything#obviously they've gotta know each other because how dare they not the two of them are so!!!#i love noda sfm - literally from the second he appeared on screen i was like 'man he reminds me of doc' and fucking lo and behold#musesfromthefifthdimension#&; i‚ doctor emmett l. brown... 「 ic 」#&; all your questions will be answered! 「 asks 」
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@musesfromthefifthdimension asked:
"Excuse me, miss—" Mr. Bemis hoped that was the right form of address for a specter, "Now— now, now, now— I don't mind the company, um— but— you aren't going to possess me, are you?"
He would very much like to finish his book backlog first, if he was going to be possessed. Perhaps she'd give him a few days' leeway.
A smirk graced Ophelia’s features— oh, what a silly man to think she could possess him! Perhaps she very well could, but if so, she hadn’t discovered that trick just yet. Despite this, he looked to be too easy to toy with, so she found herself unable to pass up such an opportunity that presented itself upon a silver platter.
“Ooooh, but I was, though! What a conundrum we have reached, an impasse even!”
She played a pout and thought long and hard, her finger tapped against her chin as she purred out a hum of concentration— her feet kicked back and forth as she sat on air.
“I suppose I could be convinced not to, under one condition though…” Ophelia drawled— what could that one condition be? She wasn’t too sure herself.
“What do you think the condition should be, hm?”
#💜… ic#🎤 … asks#musesfromthefifthdimension#//YEAAAAA HENRRYYYYYYY!!!he's so cute i just wanna -squeezes him like a squeaky toy-#ophelia ... henry b
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And in a single moment, time began.
Not with any bang, not with any bright light, but with the voice one hears late at night in the state between dreams and waking. The gentle hum of television static, the warmth of the cathode-ray tube, the flickering almost fire like glow of the images pressed against glass like inmates serving nothing but
Time. It was a thing that Agent Fox Mulder had an abundance of. It was a thing that Mulder had to kill. It was a thing that kept him at a standstill. Time
To wake up in this place, suddenly disoriented and yet cognizant of reality in a way he had never really known before. Each breath felt like it was the first one he had ever taken, repeating in succession as if with every second he was being realized for the first time over and over again. It's the way one feels when they realize they can breathe underwater in a dream. Every breath is a risk. Every moment an adventure.
He felt as if he were being Observed.
What greeted him took him a moment to process. The light entered his eyes, processed through his neurons and nervous system, and finally translated into the image before him. A man. A being? Human in origin. Once a living, breathing thing now nothing more than memories of grown children, homages in works of fiction, buried so deep in the DNA of who he was as a person and a literary device. This was no chance meeting. It was time.
"... Kind of hard not to." He finally spoke, his own words sounding almost foreign to him. It was if they were being repeated back to him, dubbed over by another version of himself in a small room that watched the flaps of his lips to match the very cadence, "You kind of stick out like a sore thumb."
@musesfromthefifthdimension
#musesfromthefifthdimension#you have no idea how excited I am to finally be writing this with you#;on a case -IC
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@musesfromthefifthdimension liked for a starter ! + for the observer
Though he doesn't hear a knock, it's nearly like Despa can feel someone - something? - at his door. Nothing too foreboding, just... Something. He's sure enough of it to stop in the middle of reading and get up to go check, just in case.
When there is someone out there, he's not sure whether to feel vindicated or put off. Some strangely dressed man standing perfectly polite, if more than a bit out of place, and though he's no rude host, a part of Despa doesn't really want to open the door.
But he will. No one intimidates him at his own front steps, purposefully or not.
"My apologies for the wait, I wasn't expecting any visitors at this hour. If you're here to inquire about my work, it will have to wait until tomorrow."
#musesfromthefifthdimension#💰 ;; ic#💰 ;; closed#i dont care who the universe sends i am not facing repercussions for anything
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“You’re dead on your feet, poor thing. Come on, you need some sleep.” (Fate @musesfromthefifthdimension )
The Marshal blinked at Fate, suddenly all too aware of how tired he was. Standing beside his desk- pretty late at night- just getting back to his paperwork after a break, which he’d been at for hours now, he sighed.
“Yeah, I know, but this has gotta get taken care of. Been… putting it off for a few days-…”
Matt was cut off by a yawn, and he gave in.
“Well… you win, I suppose. I’ll get some rest.”
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@musesfromthefifthdimension || Nature, rolled a 1
In hindsight, the zombie should have responded better to the dog bolting up to him the way that it did, but his reflexes seemed non-existent in the moment. Lucky for him, the dog wasn't attacking him, nor did it try to chew on his leg as if it were a bone to tear through. No, all it was doing was licking him. A lot.
Which was surprising, considering the state of his leg, and by literal extension, his body. Although, the decomposition wasn't horrible. He didn't smell bad and there wasn't any meat hanging off his bones.
Soon enough, its owner came barreling up to pull the dog off of him. The zombie casually pulls the blue scarf around his neck up a bit more.
"No harm done, but you might want to be more careful in the future. You wouldn't want the wrong person getting spooked."
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"Now, let's say you wanted to buy an elixir - or, a potion, to describe it in another way. Any kind of elixir the human mind could think up. What would that be?" (for the Trigun AU, from Fate, because what is Trigun really if not a space western? / @musesfromthefifthdimension )
What a strange question, but then again, it was a strange place to find such a person.
Given that Pari had been sitting outside of her truck, 'Ethel', she'd been working on a puncture in one of the tyres.
"Hmm. You know, I've never really given it a lot of thought but to be honest, maybe one where people would be able to chance tyres a little easier right now."
The lady said with a little chuckle.
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musesfromthefifthdimension - an rp sideblog with muses from old scifi, tv muses, and more. written by marker, follows from @markershub. contains the use of deceased faceclaims out of respect for their amazing portrayals. potential triggers tagged to the best of my ability.
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#scifi rp#sci fi rp#tv rp#classic horror rp#godzilla rp#the twilight zone rp#mash rp#indie rp#crossover rp#oc rp#<I don't write ocs here but i am oc friendly :)#para rp#multipara rp#musesfromthefifthdimension
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Anonymous / @markershub asked:
"There's nothin' wrong with bein' afraid. Sometimes what I had to do's made me shake in my boots, feel sick to my stomach. But some of the things worth doin're scary. Standin' up for the oppressed. Enactin' justice. Openin' up to people y'care about." ( — @musesfromthefifthdimension, BJ )
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Someone as big and powerful as BJ could never be scared. Melody had fled to his shoulder for that protection, knowing he could handle everything without fear while she couldn’t. And yet, here he was telling her the opposite: There were times when BJ was afraid.
Gradually, Melody emerged from cowering under her cap and stared at him with widened eyes. She hadn't believed such a thing was possible, that he could so much as shudder. So, upon the revelation, a warm, gratifying feeling grew in her chest. BJ could get scared like she did and tackled the most unimaginably daunting tasks despite it.
“Is that what makes you brave?” she asked. “Doing scary things even when you’re afraid?” Melody looked to her claws, balled into determined fists, and nodded. “If you can do that, then… I can, too.”
She stood up straight with her wings raised at the ready and adjusted her cap properly over her eyes. And to BJ, she cast a newfound smile.
“I’ll be brave, just like you!”
#musesfromthefifthdimension#answered.#ic.#( sometimes all a little girly needs is a pep talk )#( he's so right though opening up to ppl gotta be the scariest thing ever in the world to do. for me 😶🌫️ )
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[ grab ] your muse grabbing mine forcibly. — Shikishima @musesfromthefifthdimension grabs Seymour by the front of his shirt, and demands, "Who are you and where have you taken me?!"
(.... bonus points if. Shikishima is speaking Japanese which Seymour? Proooobably doesn't know RIP)
Seymour didn't know this man; didn't know what he wanted or why he was shouting at him in a language he didn't understand or how on earth he had managed to get into the flower shop basement of all places (he had left the door locked, right?). So, he was understandably terrified when he was grabbed; so terrified that he practically forgot to try and pull away from or fight back against the potential intruder in his living space.
"Wh...what...?!" he gasped out, eyes wide with fear. If this man had come here to rob him, as was Seymour's first assumption, then there wasn't much for him to take. ...How to communicate to that to him, though?
Based on how the man looked, he may have been speaking Chinese... or maybe Japanese... or perhaps even Korean... all languages that Seymour hardly knew. In fact, the only language that he was fluent in was that of his own native tongue, and sometimes he felt as though he could barely even speak that coherently.
He began to shake his head vigorously, crying out fragments of sentences that he hoped the guy would understand. "...No...no money...! I have no money...! Please..." he lifted his hands and placed them where the other man's fingers were wrapped tightly around the fabric of his shirt, non-verbally attempting to convince him to release his grasp. "...I-I don't know what you're saying...!"
#suddenly seymour (ic)#musesfromthefifthdimension#(dont ya hate it when you wake up and theres a random dude in your room screaming at you in another language??)#(time to toss seymour into even more chaos i see >:3)
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Beneath the moon's indifferent gaze, the kami stalks the concrete jungle that stretches like a wound upon the earth. Each towering skyscraper mocks the vastness of his domain, a testament to the arrogance of humanity-- a species blind to the consequences of their hubris.
With every thunderous footfall, the wronged, desperate, hateful kami unleashes the fury of the ocean's depths upon their fragile creations. Glass shatters like brittle bones beneath titanic weight, and steel bends and buckles before Godzilla's relentless advance. The acrid scent of smoke and fear fills the air, a symphony of chaos...
Even for every thunderous, massive step, the beast cannot help but take notice of one small, usually insignificant human. One with a bandana tied around his head, eyes darting about, so beady and black. For Godzilla, the appearance of this boy-- not really a man-- was like gazing upon an insect.
I know you. The beast realizes, all at once, the thought like lightning amongst the shrieking thunder of rage within his mind.
@musesfromthefifthdimension - s.c.
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"that would have worked if you hadn't stopped me." (Shikishima @musesfromthefifthdimensionbeing a dingus I'm sorry)
❝Maybe. If your idea was to get yourself killed in the process!❞ It's proving more of a struggle than he realised to keep his tone from not rising in direct conjunction with his blood pressure, but he can't help his worry.
He turns his attention from Shikishima to the two-wheeled death trap that has clearly seen far better days. There's no doubt in his mind that once, it might have been a beautiful vehicle, curved, sleek, and as swift as the wind, but right now it was a wonder it could even run under its own power, never mind the near Herculean task of supporting the weight of a human being in addition to its own, even if the rider was a slight young man. One quick turn or severe jolt and all Emmett could picture was the bike crumbling and Shikishima being flung across the ground.
❝I'll admit, I'm not very familiar with motorbikes, but it doesn't take a trained expert to see the dangers here.❞
His engineering skills are nothing to scoff at, but his knowledge is limited to cars and other various types of machines. Cars were always preferable to motorcycles—what good was a vehicle you could only use under certain conditions?—and the risks associated with them were far too great for his liking. They were beautiful machines, elegant in their own right—he couldn't deny that any more than the next person—but not once was he ever struck with the desire to ride one.
This looks beyond even his ability to repair, even had he had a state-of-the-art workshop, a forge kept at the perfect temperature, and the next two months to work on it.
Sighing, he turns his attention back to the young man at his side. ❝We'll figure something else out.❞
#HNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN#*shikishima*#god i love this lad sm#musesfromthefifthdimension#&; i‚ doctor emmett l. brown... 「 ic 」#idk *what* they're doing but it involves a broken-down motorcycle because....why not? first thing that popped into my head#actually it's probably just me wanting to ride#i also do not know *when* they're doing it but uhhhhhhhh it doesn't matter doc's a time traveller
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