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multifandom multimuse written by venus sideblog to nightingeal

[amygdalla]

⚜ a private & selective multimedia multimuse, written by venus, featuring universes in modern urban fantasy, ace attorney, critical role, dc, ffxiv, legend of zelda, love and deepspace & star wars. sideblog to nightingeal.

carrd. memes.

blogs: nightingeal ( high activity ). affiliates: byanyan / lctibule ♡ elliscousland / murdocktm / stickytm ♡ harpersoath / hopedflight ♡ likemosaic ♡ magicxecustos ♡ memovia ♡ septicrinse ♡ windcovet

[amygdalla]

📩 @harpersoath sent: "You know, it's a good thing you're not some sort of secret spy or assassin or whatnot. With your inability to hit, and all..." [for nel. ;) <3] – unprompted, and begging for a fight, huh.

her jaw clenches and bright green eyes narrowed into a glare. nel had been saved from the embarrassment of simply falling into the paladin's arms as rage melted away into her grief and relief at seeing him again, but only by the blur of cerise blades that had all failed to find their mark. 

"you seem to think i've got it all out of my system." the rogue huffs as that same purple-red flickered at her wrists, letting the threat seep into her words, too proud to admit the affects of the travel had had on her. nel didn't need another reminder on how terrible she looked. 

[literaryvein]

L. V., excerpts from the epilogue

[inkpressedpetals]

[soulrph]

’ 𝙵𝙸𝚅𝙴 𝚃𝙸𝙼𝙴𝚂 ’ 𝙳𝚁𝙰𝙱𝙱𝙻𝙴 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃𝚂.

so i was looking at THIS MEME and THIS MEME and like. there’s something that i just love so much about these?? so essentially, the sender might send in smth like. “five times cried”. and the receiver can respond with a drabble about five times the receiver’s muse cried because of the sender’s muse! if you’re confused, that’s my fault, and that’s also why i have links to two of the memes that inspired this. i hope you all enjoy! as always, do NOT add more to these, i WILL be making a part 2!

five times kissed:     ( five times the receiver and sender kissed )

five times hugged:     ( five times the receiver hugged the sender )

five times called:      ( five times the receiver called the sender’s phone )

five times texted:      ( five times the receiver texted the sender )

five times cried:      ( five times the receiver cried over the sender )

five times smiled:      ( five times the sender made the receiver smile )

five times touched:      ( five times the receiver touched the sender (platonically or romantically or otherwise!) )

five times saved:     ( five times the sender’s life was saved by the receiver )

five times saved by:      ( five times the receiver was saved by the sender. )

five times protected:     ( five times the receiver was protected by the sender )

five times protective:      ( five times the receiver was protective of the sender )

five times thanked:      ( five times the receiver thanked, or felt gratitude towards, the sender )

five times comforted:      ( five times the receiver comforted the sender )

five times angered:      ( five times the sender made the receiver angry )

five times betrayed:      ( five times the receiver was, or felt, betrayed by the sender )

five times saddened:      ( five times the receiver felt sad for or because of the sender )

five times worried:      ( five times the receiver worried about the sender )

five times relieved:      ( five times the receiver felt relieved about the sender )

five times safe:      ( five times the receiver felt safe because of the sender )

five times happy:     ( five times the sender made the receiver happy. )

five times afraid:     ( five times the sender made the receiver feel afraid )

five times hurt:      ( five times the sender hurt the receiver or made them feel hurt. )

five times visited:      ( five times the sender and receiver visited each other )

five times left:      ( five times the sender and receiver parted ways )

five times reunited:      ( five times the sender and receiver reunited after being apart for a considerable length of time. )

five times stayed:      ( five times the receiver stayed with the sender )

five times glanced:     ( five times the receiver stole glances at the sender )

five times glanced at:      ( five times the receiver noticed the sender stealing glances at them )

five times healed:      ( five times the receiver nursed the sender back to health, or tended to their wounds )

five times watched:      ( five times the receiver watched the sender while they were working or doing something )

five times shared:      ( five times the receiver shared something (either a material or feelings or secrets!) with the sender )

five times flirted:      ( five times the receiver flirted with the sender )

five times blurted:      ( five times the receiver impulsively blurted something out to the sender )

five times confessed:     ( five times the receiver confessed a secret or feeling to the sender )

five times noticed:      ( five times the receiver noticed the sender properly )

[soulprompts]

send " REST. " for the sender to sit beside the receiver and rest their head in the receiver's lap without explanation. (feel free to specify why in the inbox!)

alternatively, send in " LAP. " for the sender to guide the receiver down to rest their head in their lap.

[mcflymemes]

PROMPTS FOR PRE ESTABLISHED CONNECTIONS AND CREATING HISTORY BETWEEN CHARACTERS *  assorted dialogue for giving your characters a history and giving them past things or events to talk about, adjust as necessary

do you remember what i told you last time?

have you been doing well since i saw you?

that's not what you told me back then.

when was the last time i saw you?

you were shorter then.

i'm picking the restaurant this time.

we've known each other since we were children.

always knew i could count on you.

that time was different. this is worse.

you're not going to let me live that down, are you?

i seem to remember a conversation we had back then.

so you changed your mind about it?

do you remember our encounter in paris?

you should know me by now.

am i the only one that knows the truth?

we had a lot of help back then.

your mom told me to look out for you.

you just love bringing that back up to annoy me.

maybe don't mention my past indescretions?

this was never going to work out between us.

i told you not to get attached.

i know more about you than you think.

i was there, remember?

i'm not about to forget all the shit you put me through.

you told me you were going to try and make this work.

remember what i said to you?

the last time i saw you, things were good between us.

you never mentioned this before.

that was the longest flight of my life, and you made it worse.

can i still trust you after all that?

at least we tried to make something work.

we never discussed what happened between us.

okay, but i'm driving the car this time.

i haven't forgotten what you said last week.

i'm still thinking about your comment.

i didn't realize it was you when i first saw you.

you seem to make a lot of enemies around here.

there's not much for us to talk about.

we worked it out last time.

i know you far better than you know yourself.

we have a long history.

is that the shirt you were wearing last time?

what don't i know about you?

i haven't told them about us.

you were the only person i could go to.

you know me.

this is bigger than both of us.

i can't stand your driving.

are you taking me to the place we had dinner last time?

that's not at all what you said.

didn't we agree on that?

i thought i made it very clear where i stand.

are these the same people that came after you last time?

are you still going on about it?

can we talk about it?

staying silent about it won't help.

you're the only person who knows the real me.

this is a bad time to talk about your problems.

[stickytm]

" you know, it's a little forward but... " he raises his eyebrows, unable to completely help the smirk that takes his features. with a quick ' click ' he snaps another picture when she realizes he'd gotten the shot he was after. her expression was priceless & it would be a shame to forget it.

" are you really gonna tell on me? wait 'till you see the picture, at least, " he quirks a brow, half a challenge. he lowers his camera, flipping through the images stored on its' sim card. this one was mostly full of nel in her varied stages of emotion. they were from several different events, but he flips to the two from tonight. it was always some sort of raw & peter could not get enough of it. not that he could ever tell her that, " well, pictures. "

[amygdalla]

smug motherfucker- it's in her eyes, narrowed and glaring but it's mostly for show at this point. when she'd hoped the sugar would leave his expression, she hadn't meant for peter to become cocky. it annoys her more that she can appreciate it's a good look on him. that she enjoys it. 

"not the first time i've been called forward, parker. won't be the last." she sighs, deciding to let go of it, especially to get a look at the pictures, already craning her neck from where she stood, waiting for him to come closer and turn rather that go to him. she's had photos taken of her before (the media loved her, and she put on a good show for them), but peter's pictures felt... different. his camera, he, captured her in a way she liked. in a way that felt solid. she was a person, when peter took photos of her. she wondered what she'd look like if he took pictures of her... second job. 

"fine, show me and then i'll decide."

[amygdalla]

amy, martha & amber tag drop

amelia pond. ⚜ | amelia pond – about., ⚜ | amelia pond – inspo., ⚜ | amelia pond – in character., ⚜ | amelia pond.

amber luck. ⚜ | amber luck – about., ⚜ | amber luck – inspo., ⚜ | amber luck – in character., ⚜ | amber luck.

martha jones. ⚜ | martha jones – about., ⚜ | martha jones – inspo., ⚜ | martha jones – in character., ⚜ | martha jones.

[amygdalla]

⚜ ooc. what if caved and allowed myself to flesh out and add my siren dancer to the roster. what then.

[amygdalla]

⚜ – @stickytm

kornelia is used to getting what she wanted. when she knew what it was she wanted, and when what she wanted ultimately didn't matter. not in the grander scale of her life, at least. peter was an exersize in knowing what she wanted, and knowing that she couldn't have it. and not being able to stay away. if the attention wasn't enough (and believe that it was, the way she came alive under peter's lense, the way peter hung onto her words), the way they fought... there's a turbulence to their relationship that had her hooked. and then there were moments like this... better than she deserved, more than she'd ever admit to wanting. the two of them, and peter's most prized possesion. in her hands, just because she'd asked. 

she has an eye for beauty where others can't see it, but nel isn't delusional enough to believe her skill with a camera would surpass peter's. she's far better suited to being the subject of the photo than shooting it. the neon lights of the shop against the dark sky were an easy mark, mundane but bright, entrancing. they weren't the real object of her attention, however. 

the grin behind the camera couldn't be hidden as she clicked the shutter, capturing one of her favourite sights in the city. peter's reaction does nothing to smother the satisfaction, nor does it prompt her to hand the camera back over, holding it in place for another shot, not nearly as refined, but the emotion on his face was too good not to try and capture. especially with the way his eyes flared and his face flushed. because of her. 

what does wipe the smug expression from her face is less his question, but the way she wants to respond. the way it felt like a confession to want to tell him he was her favourite sight in the city, that the nightlife and the politics wasn't the reason she stayed here.

instead, she raises a brow, hoping the smirk was gentle enough to communicate the vulnerability without... actually communicating the vulnerability. "i'm going to want both of those shots. even if they're psie gówno." nel does hand the camera over now, though, less conceding defeat and more announcing her victory. then she traces a line in the air, following the lines of his features, highlighting where the neon light hit and left shadows. "the light'll never hit you the same way again... wanted to keep it."  

[amygdalla]

📩 @harpersoath sent: [ BLOOD ]: sender walks into receiver's room covered in blood. (REVERSE! — Kornelia, your choice of verse) – prompt.

she'd been away for a while. she'd say it was work, and that's not a lie (kornelia never lies), but escapism painted a bigger part of that picture. neyvin would never hold it against her. at least, he hadn't so far, the transcient way she appeared in their life with no warning. the rogue had gotten better at letting her know when she was leaving, at least, one of the only requests that had been made of her. returning was always more of a surprise. 

silence is a practised art, and one nel perfected long ago. it's a force of habit, slipping into neyvin's home under cover of dark moonlit clouds with featherlight footsteps. it's darker inside than night outside, shadows dampened as she dodged the creaking floorboards on the stairs. it's quiet behind neyvin's bedroom door, too, so she foregoes knocking and sits on the floor at the base of the paladin's bed. 

"i swear i don't come home just because i need something." it's unclear whether this is to herself, or intended to wake her parental figure (it's weird to call him a parent, but that didn't make it any less true), and nel walks the fine line between truth and lie; she was coming back anyway. and while she sat there, beaten, bloody, and weaker than she'd like to admit, she knew she could sleep it off. healing wasn't the priority. she needed them. whatever worried chastising he would give. and if she was lucky, neyvin would plait her hair after she'd cleaned up. 

[amygdalla]

📩 @harpersoath sent: [ FLOWER ]: sender offers a flower to receiver. (For jesper!) – prompt.

everything about it feels like it should be a grand gesture, when jesper has been the one bestowing flowers, it has been. and it feels like it, when neyvin hands him the pale blue flowers. he finds himself smiling despite himself, glancing up and not quite meeting their eyes, before admiring the shapes of the petals and the way the shades of blue 

"sweet talker." it's a thank you, gloved fingers tucking the stem into the buttonhole on his cape, adjusting it to be a subtle but present display. the forget-me-nots tattooed under his sheer shirt, almost exactly the same shade of blue, made it feel like a deliberate fashion choice. perhaps it had been a deliberate choice on neyvin's part, too. 

[amygdalla]

📩 @harpersoath sent: stop laughing, this isn't funny . [For elisabeth — modern au? kindergarten teacher to kindergarten teacher communication] – prompt.

working with children, there's practise in keeping a straight face when something objectively ridiculous happens. libby is usually pretty good at schooling her face, but she's only human, and being told to stop laughing usually only encourages this. neyvin has to know that. the pair are stood, watching the bustle and noise of recess as charlie scampered away, but not before a considerable amount of distress. 

harmless distress, though the five year old catching sight of (a negligible amount of) blood hadn't exactly calmed the poor boy, approaching the teachers with an arm outstretched, pointed finger elevating a scab that had previously been on his nose. and he'd been howling about his nose falling off. they'd calmed him down, presented him with a plaster and, like many five year olds, the problem is quickly forgotten at the sight of his friends causing a healthy ruckus on the other side of the yard. 

"i'm not laughing!" but she is biting the inside of her mouth to keep her words true. and unsuccessfully as she snorts. "it's a little funny, mr shieldheart." libby cants her head at him, baiting them into joining her in amusement. "he's fine, and it's a little funny..."

[rpsentencestarters]

Send "Can I kiss you?" to see how my muse responds.

[recordmemes]

༘⋆｡ where it hurts starters.

caretaker.

i'll  stay  until  you  fall  asleep.

you're  not  a  burden.  not  to  me.

you  don't  have  to  act  tough  with  me.

let  me  help.

if  you  need  to  cry,  i'll  look  the  other  way.

you  don't  have  to  talk.

let  me  handle  it,  just  for  a  minute.

rest,  i'll  watch  over  you.

i  don't  care  if  you  think  you're  fine.  i'm  staying.

deep  breaths.

just  lean  on  me.

you're  safe  now,  okay?  just  breathe.

i  know  it  hurts.  i'll  sit  here  as  long  as  it  takes.

i'm  not  leaving  until  i  know  you're  okay.

you  don't  need  to  hide.

let  me  take  care  of  you  this  time.

shh.  i'm  right  here.

you  don't  have  to  put  on  a  smile  for  me.

i  don't  think  less  of  you.

i'll  be  here  when  you  wake  up.

you're  allowed  to  lean  on  me.  that's  what  i'm  here  for.

you  don't  have  to  be  okay.

scoot  over,  i'm  not  letting  you  sleep  alone.

your  hair's  a  mess.  let  me  brush  it.

don't  apologize.

cared  for.

i'm  tired,  that's  all.

please  don't  go.

i  don't  know  what  i  need.

you  didn't  need  to  come.

you  shouldn't  have  to  see  me  like  this.

i  hate  feeling  like  this.

i  was  trying  to  push  through.  i  think  i  made  it  worse.

this  is  so  embarrassing.

can  you  just...  stay  a  little  longer?

i  didn't  think  anyone  would  notice...

i'm  not  safe  in  my  own  head  right  now.

why  are  you  being  so  gentle  with  me?

i  don't  want  you  to  fix  me.

today's  just...  one  of  the  harder  days.

i  didn't  know  i  needed  to  hear  that.

can  you  stay?  after  i  fall  asleep?

sorry.  i  didn't  mean  to  flinch.

i  don't  always  know  what's  going  to  help.

this  is  the  nicest  anyone’s  been  to  me  all  week.

i'm  sorry.  i  know  i'm  a  lot.

i  don't  even  know  why  i'm  crying...

i  think  i'm  broken.

you  didn't  have  to  do  all  this  for  me.

i  don't  want  to  be  a  burden.

i  didn't  think  anyone  would  stay.

[gloomglimmer]

›     SOFT   ROMANCE      →      receiver    to    sender.

brushing   snow   off   their   shoulders

offering   to   carry   their   bag

humming   a   lullaby   beside   them

making   sure   their   drink   is   just   right

touching   hands   under   the   table

sharing   a   quiet   moment   in   an   elevator

pulling   the   blanket   up   over   them

fixing   a   crooked   button   on   their   shirt

gently   resting   a   hand   on   their   knee

bringing   them   flowers   “just   because”

watching   them   in   the   soft   morning   light

adjusting   their   glasses   for   them

saving   them   the   last   bite

quietly   placing   their   favorite   book   in   their   hands

squeezing   their   arm   in   silent   support

brushing   dust   off   their   shoulder

letting   their   head   rest   on   your   chest

warming   up   a   heating   pad   for   them

kissing   the   top   of   their   head   in   passing

whispering   their   name   like   a   secret

setting   their   phone   to   charge

pouring   their   tea   before   your   own

tucking   a   note   into   their   pocket

drawing   a   small   heart   on   their   wrist

holding   the   back   of   their   neck   gently

pulling   them   away   from   the   cold   wind

leaning   into   each   other   on   a   train

pressing   their   hand   over   your   heartbeat

offering   your   hoodie   on   a   cold   night

packing   a   snack   for   them

gently   rubbing   their   shoulder   while   they   talk

picking   them   wildflowers

saving   a   seat   beside   you   for   them

mouthing   “you   okay?”   across   the   room

standing   behind   them   while   they   cook

helping   with   their   coat   sleeves

asking   if   they’ve   eaten   today

tracing   their   laugh   lines   when   they   smile

turning   their   playlist   into   a   shared   one

leaving   a   mug   of   cocoa   on   their   desk

tying   your   scarf   around   their   neck

brushing   your   thumb   across   their   wrist

sitting   beside   them   during   a   tough   day

helping   them   put   on   a   bracelet

resting   your   head   on   their   lap

carrying   them   when   they   fall   asleep   somewhere   strange

painting   their   nails   for   them

pressing   a   kiss   to   their   wrist

gently   holding   their   chin   to   meet   your   gaze

leaving   your   scent   on   their   pillow

guiding   their   hand   while   drawing

humming   a   song   they   like

quietly   whispering   “i   missed   you”

brushing   a   tear   from   their   lash

hiding   a   gift   for   them   to   find   later

gently   pulling   them   into   your   arms   during   a   bad   dream

braiding   their   hair   without   asking

waiting   up   for   them   to   get   home

offering   your   lap   as   a   pillow

warming   their   hands   with   yours   in   your   pockets

shielding   their   eyes   from   the   sun

holding   their   face   during   a   long   hug

wrapping   your   arms   around   their   waist   while   cooking

softly   squeezing   their   pinky   when   anxious

sharing   a   hoodie   without   asking

resting   your   head   on   their   shoulder   during   a   movie

lightly   stroking   their   hair   while   they   read

offering   to   write   something   for   them

sneaking   a   Polaroid   of   them   smiling

casually   interlocking   fingers   while   walking

wrapping   an   arm   around   them   in   their   sleep

offering   a   tissue   before   they   ask

kissing   their   knuckles   one   by   one

gently   drying   their   hair   with   a   towel

placing   their   hand   over   your   heart

taking   their   photo   when   they’re   distracted

watching   them   laugh   and   smiling   to   yourself

opening   the   car   door   for   them

waiting   to   make   sure   they’re   inside   safely

gently   tugging   on   their   sleeve   to   get   their   attention

letting   them   nap   on   your   chest

setting   an   extra   place   at   the   table

lending   them   your   favorite   book

adjusting   their   jewelry

putting   a   hand   on   their   back   when   guiding   them

whispering   “you’re   okay,   i’ve   got   you”

resting   your   foreheads   together   mid-hug

brushing   rainwater   from   their   hair

slipping   your   hand   into   theirs   in   silence

bringing   a   warm   drink   to   their   bedside

folding   their   laundry   with   a   soft   smile

reaching   out   instinctively   to   steady   them

tracing   the   veins   on   their   wrist   with   your   finger

taking   off   their   shoes   after   a   long   day

straightening   their   tie   gently

offering   to   help   them   undress   when   tired

letting   your   head   fall   on   theirs   in   a   quiet   moment

playfully   hiding   behind   them   when   nervous

buttoning   up   their   cardigan   slowly

whispering   “you   make   me   feel   safe”