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@lovingpromise
Დ ▫ LOVINGPROMISE So light me up!! Twist me something good, make it strong enough!!
inde | semi-selective | low-activity | multi-muse | muti-fandom | multi-ship ft. muses from disney, marvel, sherlock, the walking dead game, and more written by glory (she/her), est jan 2024
RULES. | MUSES.
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Starter Roulette | Open Starters | Memes *header, icon, and pin graphics done by loyalpromise!
Hoping on to say I have been juggling lots of things the last, like two weeks. Which is wild I feel like the days are going by too fast wtf. Mostly school and work (full time hours for both bby), but also other side quests lol. Anyway I'm going to try and be present on here tomorrow (especially my IMs sorry guys), but I need to sleep so gn for now xDD
"if you’re going to work with sherlock holmes, you’d better be prepared to handle a few eccentricities."
open starter | mutuals only
send me "be honest..." with a question your muse has been dying to ask mine and they'll answer truthfully.
"normal is overrated. i’ll take a bit of madness any day."
open starter | mutuals only
dom always found it ironic how someone like him who would rather be by himself rather than with others had found himself as job as a bartender. always surrounded by people. some chatty, others just needing company. his job had gotten him out of his shell, but that was ONLY at work. it seemed easier to let down his walls with patrons who didn't really know who he was. just the bartender they could lower their inhibitions with as he poured their drinks and listened to their stories for the evening.
he'd grown used to his job, and actually liking it over the years. it was easy and comfortable. not to mention he'd gotten good at making drinks over the years and it was a job that didn't really give him any trouble either. he was on good terms with his boss, the people that came in day in and day out were for the most part, pleasant, even when they were drunk.
his shifts normally consisted of just pouring drinks and lending an ear to those who needed to vent their troubles to a stranger. on occasion he got a few regulars. familiar faces he'd grown used to see, and maybe even enjoyed that they liked this place enough ( and maybe even his company and his drinks ) to keep coming back. and just like that, there was FAMILIAR face who'd come up to him at the bar. she was definitely an unforgettable face. and she was pleasnat company whenever she stopped by.
"yeah, that's me. jennifer right? or would you prefer jen?" not many people gave their names when they came or chatted with him, so he remember the BRIEF encounter the last time she'd come and introduced herself. he can't help but grin when she tells him that this bar has become a bit of SANCTUARY for her, it was funny how it'd become that way for him as well, now that he thought about it.
"well, i'm glad you think that way. you're ALWAYS WELCOME here whenever you need to unwind from a long day." eyes widen a little and he can feel his cheeks warming up at her words and the wink she flashed him. "something special?" his brow slightly arched as he grabbed a cocktail shaker and PONDERED what he could make her. it'd been a while since he'd last done it, but she really looked like she could use a pick-me-up, so he gave a nod of his head.
"sure, i've actually have got JUST the thing, " grabbing a few bottles and mixing up a drink and pouring it over ice. with a snap of his fingers, the rim of the glass sparked into a small flame that went around it. he slid her the glass and grinned “how's that for something special?”
@indigodreames
jennifer’s smile widened at dom’s question. “oh, ‘jen’ works just fine,” she hummed, “we’re not exactly in a courtroom here, so let’s keep it casual.”
it was hard to explain, but something about the way he grinned at her words sparked an instant feeling of kinship. made her really feel welcome. bartenders often said stuff like that, after all gotta keep the patrons coming back... but dom's words actually felt genuine. "i'll keep that in mind."
as he prepared her drink, jennifer watched with true interest. it was always fun seeing someone good at their craft create. she whistled as he worked, which turned into a gasp of surprise at his fire trick. she found herself clapping excitedly, her eyes widening with genuine curiosity.
“is that some sort of magic trick or are you secretly a wizard?” she asked, leaning forward a little too close as the small flame danced around the rim of her glass. “either way, it’s impressive. i didn’t know bartending came with pyrotechnics.”
she didn't wait for the flame to go out immediately taking a sip of the drink. as it extinguished against her lips, her eyes sparkled with delight. “wow, this is seriously amazing!” she exclaimed, savoring the flavor. “i’ve had my share of fancy cocktails, but this one? this is a game changer. you’re definitely raising the bar here."
"No. I guess you didn't ever say you were human; you're right."
Hilda couldn't help it: she smirked when he said he liked her. That was a compliment alright, especially from a non-human who didn't seem to like them much, one she was glad to take. You know, along with the quick-witted thing.
"Fucking hell. You can say that again. Narrow-viewed is an understatement."
The key was that it was about other people this Doctor was talking. Some people. Not her. Not every human. Other people, generally.
"Would you believe me if I told you my best friend's a giant? You'd think I stole a bunch of babies or something and that he devours them; people hear what he is and what I am, just being friends with a guy like that, and they go nuts, grab the weapons and ask questions never. My father had this crazy theory even that he used some kind of magic to force me to think I wanted to go with him." She conveniently left out the, you know, grim parts of that story. This Doctor guy didn't need to know. "Truth is, though, he's a big sap, wouldn't hurt a fly and would probably cry if he knew he'd killed a spider."
She crossed her arms, and sighed sharply through her nostrils.
"I'd bet you've seen plenty of that kind of thing in your travels, haven't you, Doctor visiting non-human? Not giants — all the prejudice, I mean, the jumping to violent conclusions, all that shit."
She'd ask what he was, but that was too many damn questions at once.
when she mentioned her friend, his eyebrows shot up and he crossed his arms. "a giant, eh? people are funny like that... scared of what they don’t know, what they can't control. always quick to point fingers, quick to panic when something doesn’t fit in a nice, tidy little box." it was a shame. one that he had seen over and over. in truth it wasn't just humans that were guilty of it. "you say the word 'giant,' and suddenly it’s all, ‘he eats babies,’ or, ‘he’s casting spells on our women!’ doesn’t matter what planet you're on. if it's big, strange, or different, best keep the torches and pitchforks handy, right?” he rolled his eyes, his tone dripping with sarcasm.
he looked at her again, this time more serious. "but you, hilda — you didn’t run screaming. didn’t grab the nearest weapon. nah, you stuck around. you gave him a chance." his face softened, just for a moment. "that takes guts. more than most people have."
"seen it all before, you know. across time, across space, it’s the same story — fear, prejudice, people jumping to all the wrong conclusions." his grin came back, sharp and fast. "you and your giant mate? you’re exactly what this world needs. people who break the mold, shake things up a bit. to show ‘em there’s more out there. more than their narrow little minds can handle."
@lovingpromise continued from here: (x)
Cracked ribs were a bitch and a half, and the fact that Natasha trusted her enough to let her tend to her wounds was mind blowing.
When Natasha apologized, Aleksandra froze and looked up confused.
'you should have had a mother there to watch you grow up.' The sentence confused Alek for a moment.
She was an anomality, not just because of the serum in her veins, not just because she was born of a Black Widow, but because unlike so many others she now knew who her parents were.
She sat back and looked at her mother, thinking for a minute.
"I didn't know if you even remembered me, or if you wanted me... I'm not stupid, not every child is born of love." She reached for her mother's hand and squeezed it softly.
"I wish we could have been together from the start. But you're here now, maybe it's not too late?"
natasha's breath caught in her throat, her chest tightening, and it wasn’t from the cracked ribs. she hadn’t expected aleksandra’s words to hit like that—guilt was familiar territory, something she wore like armor. but hearing her daughter question whether she’d been wanted, whether she even had a place in her life... that was a new kind of pain, one that cut deep.
for a moment, she was at a loss. opening up had never been her strong suit—natasha could handle fights, espionage, even giving her life for the mission. but this? talking about feelings? she was out of her element.
"alek..." natasha’s voice came out softer than she intended, almost unsure. she looked down at their hands, her thumb gently tracing over aleksandra’s knuckles. "they took you from me, and then they took the memory of you." she squeezed her hand just enough to ground herself, her eyes closing as she gathered the words.
"it took too long to get it back. i forgot how it felt when i found out i was pregnant," natasha admitted, her voice cracking. "that fear... not for me, but for you. we were planning to run. your father and i. but a baby? it changed everything. made us sloppy."
natasha opened her eyes, a faint smile tugging at her lips, though it was weighed down by the past. "but you were born of love, alek. don't ever think otherwise. and you're right—i'm here now. and if you’ll have me, i want to be here for you." the vulnerability in her voice was raw, and she hoped aleksandra could hear it. "i want to know everything about you. all of it. i missed so much... but i’m not going to miss any more, not if i can help it."
The terminology had been the easiest aspect of the job to grasp, putting names to the various phenomena he had encountered, convinced on some level that it would help. That, by understanding and identifying each issue he came across, it would make the task of fixing it easier to accomplish.
Only, that was rarely the case, the gesture making confrontations like this, nine times out of ten, all the more difficult to settle and deal with.
"I'm not the one calling the shots." He forestalled a burning need to put the speedster in his place by countering with facts, revealing in turn that he was no conductor, but rather a participant himself. Exposed to the same cruel whims and humours of fate as any other being that existed in this dimension, currently.
All that separated him from the rest was the burden of knowing how this world's story would end, unless he took action immediately.
"And I get it, you're under no obligation to like it, but it's the truth... It's the way it has to be."
So that this reality could go on intact, fully whole.
"I'm sorry-- I really am." A shift in tone suggested he genuinely meant to apologise, for all the value that the sympathies of a complete outrider were worth.
"But there's nothing I can do to stop this from happening."
pietro couldn't help but roll his eyes. that was always what people said didn't they? 'it's not my choice', 'i'm only following orders', 'i don't make the call'... they were all excuses. he might not have been the smartest person in the room on a given day, but he wasn't stupid. those were the words of a person who took no accountability. those were the words that let scum of the earth sleep at night.
the people who had destroyed his country had used words like that.
“oh, right, so you’re not the one pulling the strings. how convenient for you,” he laughed, but it was bitter with no true humor behind it as his eyes gleamed with irritation. how could a man apologize in the same breath he used to tell him he was supposed to die.
"you'll have to forgive me if i don't just smile and nod," he added, the words barely leaving his lips before his body blurred into motion.
in an instant, the world seemed to freeze around him, the room shifting into a haze of colors and shapes. his eyes, sharp and cold, locked onto his target. with the speed that only he could summon, his fist shot forward. time didn’t slow for him—it simply stopped existing altogether as his punch sailed through the air, the space between them closing in a heartbeat.
[ jacket ] hiccup @ alice
alice hadn't noticed that the evening air had grown unexpectedly cool. she shivered absently, goosebumps rising on her arms, but her attention stayed on the horizon. it was easy for her to find herself lost in thought, and the beautiful sunset of berk was a captivating distraction.
at least until a warm jacket was gently draped over her shoulders, pulling her from her thoughts.
startled, she glanced up, her cheeks already flushing a soft pink as she came face to face with hiccup. her heart fluttered before she could even fully process her emotions, a warmth spreading through her. it wasn’t just the warmth of the jacket, but the gesture itself—thoughtful, tender.
alice’s fingers curled around the edges of it, a sweet smile forming on her lips as she pulled it closer. it smelled faintly of him—comforting and familiar. “thank you,” she whispered, her voice soft, the words carrying more than just gratitude, "but won't you be cold too?"
without thinking much of it, she found herself leaning into him, wanting to share the warmth that he had so willing given to her. a bold streak running through her, she wrapped her arms around his torso and pulled him close, her sweet smile turning a bit mischevious. "there that's better," she cooed.
all the rest of my old stuffs are in the queue, which means drafts are p much cleared out! (i have two new things i'll try and get to tonight. also if i missed anything plz lemme know). feel free to look through my memes tag if you wanna interact, i'll also be going through and sending peeps some stuffs. annnnnd i'll be queuing up some one liner open starters (replies don't have to be one line, those are just easy for a busy bee like me to make lol).
Date night!
Glad to know it wasn’t just me who was disappointed that it was a parasite and not a crush :)
@lovingpromise
100 INDULGENT TROPES
A collection of one hundred tropes of varying nature. Spiritual successor to my previous An Extremely Self-Indulgent Meme. Some of these pair well together and can easily be sent in various combinations. Some are also highly suggestive in nature. Engage appropriately.
one muse steps protectively in front of the other
one muse tends to the other’s injury
one muse is not acting like themselves and the other has to snap them out of it
one muse kisses the other during an argument
one muse pins the other to a wall
one muse kisses the other on their hand or wrist
one muse kisses the other on their neck or shoulder
one muse helps the other put on a necklace or tie
our muses aren’t supposed to be together but keep meeting anyway (on purpose or by accident)
our muses have a secret relationship
one muse takes a blow meant for the the other
one muse fights away enemies attacking the the other
one muse asks the other for their favor / a token before battle or a tourney
our muses share a night together believing it might be their last
our muses are in an arranged marriage / betrothal
our muses willingly marry for political reasons
our muses get married for love
our muses get married in a spur-of-the-moment decision
one muse has taken the other captive
our muses are in love but one thinks they aren’t good enough for the other
our muses are forced to ally for a common goal
our muses are enemies or former enemies but have started to fall for each other
our muses claim to hate each other but there is palpable tension between the two
our muses are trying to manipulate each other
one muse is trying to manipulate the other
our muses have feelings for each other but have conflicting loyalties
our muses are friends but have started to fall for each other
our muses are childhood friends that have been slowly falling for each other over the years
one muse has been in love with the other for a long time but is afraid their feelings are not reciprocated
one muse is in love with the other but they are in a relationship with or engaged to another person
our muses engage in a courtly romance
one muse is a knight in service to the the other’s family
one muse seeks comfort from a loveless marriage with the other, their lover
one muse traces the other’s scars
one muse kisses the other in a moment of heightened emotion
one muse confides in the other in a vulnerable moment
our muses are in love but circumstances prevent them from being together
our muses are exes who discover lingering feelings after reuniting
one muse confesses love to another after that person is injured
one muse confesses love to another because they believe they may die soon
our muses must share a bed
one muse lifts the other’s chin to look them in the eye
one muse places a hand at the back of the other’s neck to pull them extremely close
our muses have been hooking up, no strings attached
our muses have been hooking up, but one or both has developed deeper feelings
our muses are exes that hook up against their better judgement
one muse presumes the other is dead but is shocked when they show up alive again
one muse betrays their long held loyalties in order to save the other’s life from their own allies
our muses fake a relationship but have no actual interest in each other
our muses fake a relationship but start to genuinely fall for each other
one muse is known for their hard exterior and softens only in the other’s presence
one muse is the other’s weakness, something an enemy is trying to exploit
our muses are stuck somewhere together and must occupy their time
one muse has feelings for the other but has not acted on them due to their association with another character (a sibling / relative / ex / etc. ) or an organization
one muse is scared to act on feelings for the other due to poor experiences with love in the past
one muse is oblivious to the other’s feelings for them
one muse acts oblivious to the other’s feelings for them but really they are aware
one muse has unrequited feelings for the other
our muses are co-workers engaging in a hidden romance
one muse reveals one of their darkest secrets to the other
one muse comforts the other during an emotional breakdown
one muse calms the other from an intense rage
one muse’s family forbids them from seeing the other
our muses are in love but their friends / family do not support their relationship
one muse seeks redemption for past actions and comes to the other to atone
our muses regularly exchange letters
our muses move in together
our muses adopt a pet together
our muses have a child together
our muses adopt a child together
one muse discovers they are pregnant by accident
our muses have been set up by mutual friends
our muses have been set up by a matchmaker
our muses are in love with each other but are in denial
one muse is the other’s bodyguard / protector
one muse is royalty while the other is a commoner / rogue / societal outcast
one muse kisses the other for a bet
one muse relentlessly flirts with the other
our muses kiss for the first time ever
one muse wins a date with the other at an event
our muses dance together for the first time
one muse brushes their fingers through the other’s hair
one muse drunkenly confesses something to the other
our muses drunkenly hook up and wake up next to each other
our muses are roommates
our muses are partners in crime
one muse is a supernatural creature who falls for the other, who is a mortal
our muses are supernatural creatures from opposite clans or species that are historically hostile to each other
one muses is under a spell / in the middle of a monstrous transformation but somehow recognizes the other and refrains from harming them
our muses cuddle for warmth
our muses run away together
one muse wears piece of clothing or jewelry that belongs to the other
our muses bathe together
our muses cook together
our muses cuddle in bed
one muse serenades the other
one muse holds a weapon to the other as a threat
one muse physically lifts the other up
one muse protectively wraps an arm around the other
meet cute !
♡ [ for edwin & crystal lollll ]
EDWIN
●○○○○ | ATTRACTION ●●●●● | AFFECTION ○○○○○ | INTEREST ●●●●● | LOYALTY ●●●●● | TRUST
Her other closest friend, whether she'll ever admit it or not. Heck, she braved her toxic ex to try and find a way to hell to help bring him back. If that's not affection and loyalty idk what is. Edwin is an attractive person, but definitely not her type (not that she's his either lollll). And I think if anyone asked if she had any interest in him she'd ask if they were possessed or on crack xD
[ drinks ] sender brings receiver a drink from a bar/their kitchen ( gina & leo )
@indigodreames
leo sat at the edge of the bar, tapping his fingers against the countertop, lost in his own world. the low hum of conversation around him barely registered as he stared at the glass of water in front of him, trying to keep his mind steady. out of the corner of his eye, someone approached, setting a drink down beside him. he tensed immediately, shaking his head before even looking at it. "nah, i’m good," he muttered, raising a hand to decline, the reflex almost automatic.
but the person didn’t move the drink away and he looked up, seeing gina give him a look of understanding. nonalcoholic. leo blinked, glancing down at the glass. the ice clinked softly as it settled. he hesitated for a moment, then exhaled, his shoulders relaxing a fraction. "oh," he said quietly, a bit thrown off. after a pause, he reached for the drink, nodding. "yeah… okay. thanks."
lifting the glass to his lips, he took a sip, feeling the cool liquid wash away a bit of the tension. "was it obvious?"
♡ / one for niko and one for charles pls??
NIKO
●●●●○ | ATTRACTION ●●●●● | AFFECTION ●●●●○ | INTEREST ●●●●● | LOYALTY ●●●●● | TRUST
CHARLES
●●●○○ | ATTRACTION ●●●●● | AFFECTION ●●●○○ | INTEREST ●●●●● | LOYALTY ●●●●● | TRUST
These two are literally her closest friends, so there's a lot of high scales lmao. We've already talked about how Charles leans towards Crystal's usual type (minuses for not being a douchebag). As for Niko I think she's so far on the opposite spectrum of her type that if comes full circle lol. That level of attraction surprises her.
[ refill ] sender refills receiver's glass without asking ( dom & jen )
@indigodreames
jen sat at the bar, staring at her half-empty glass, the ice melting slowly. mocking her. she swirled the drink idly, not really drinking it, just… thinking. it had been one of those days—the kind where everything weighed just a little too much. she let out a small, frustrated sigh, feeling a little sorry for herself, lost in her thoughts. the reflection of her green skin in the glass didn’t help. the face looking back at her was just a the hulk who could punch through walls but couldn’t fix anything.
suddenly, without a word, dom refilled her glass, the amber liquid breaking her train of thought. she blinked and raised an eyebrow, mildly amused at the small, unsolicited kindness. "thanks," she muttered and she took a sip, feeling the familiar warmth slide down her throat. "can’t get drunk, but i guess i’m still chasing the burn.” a wry smile tugged at the corner of her mouth. "what can i say? even superheroes have questionable coping mechanisms."
