#multusxcastalides

[qceensofkings]

@multusxcastalides wanted a plotty thing

She’s at the point in this career that she’s almost convinced no one these days is using PI’s anymore and that the field has more or less died out. That is until she gets a hit on her site about a job. It’s not the handsome sum of money that intrigues her about the job but more so her target. Someone she’s recently seen in the press. 

Isabelle decides to be generous, half the money now and half the money later. When and if she finds anything that can’t be found in a news article, she’ll reach out to her client with information.

For now, however, she decides to keep it simple and go to the source an article that’s appeared in a rather well read journal. It’s actually not difficult at all to track down the journalist and find a convenient place and time to meet her, realizing that she’s actually seen the woman a few times in a café just down the road from her apartment. 

“Hi, sorry, you’re Theresa Lewis, right?” She approaches the other, “This may sound a bit odd but I was wondering if we could have a chat over coffee or something? You wrote an article about someone and I’ve been hired to look into them.”

[incissam]

Ship! ~Robb for Dany

who throws things in a fight ? : I can’t see either of them throwing anything during a fight with one another.

who goes to their parent’s house for a weekend when things get bad ? : Neither they talk out their issues.

who wants to have children ? who doesn’t ? if both do, how do their goals differentiate ?  : They both want children, but I feel like Robb would want more than she does because he comes from the bigger family.

who is more adverse to physical contact ? : They’re both pretty touchy people…

who hates/dislikes their neighbors the most ? : Dany. Especially loud neighbors she can’t take overly loud people.

who hates/dislikes their significant other’s family ? : They both have their issues with the other’s family. They won’t let you know who hates the other’s more.

who is most likely to leave when things get rough ? : They talk their issues out, but I feel if it got to that breaking point Dany would probably leave to protect herself.

who thinks their partner turned out a different person than they thought ? : Robb wasn’t expecting Dany to turn into a proper dragon as she grows up since she was raised by the Starks.

who is more likely to cheat ? : Neither. They’re fiercely loyal.

who is the more experienced ( sexually or otherwise ) ? : I’m going to go with Robb for this one though I think they’re both on even grounds in the bedroom.

who hates/dislikes their significant other’s friends ? : They have the same friend circles.

who wants to go to social gatherings the most ? : Dany likes to go, but usually regrets it later. She makes Robb come with her as her emotional support human.

who is most likely to be dishonest ? : Dany. She doesn’t do it maliciously she just does it to protect Robb from the bad parts of her.

who is more emotionally closed off ? how does this affect their partner ? : Dany. She tends to bottle her emotions for fear of being compared to her father. This makes it a little hard for Robb to get a pin on what she is feeling because she just shuts down and pretends everything is okay.

who is the dessert person ? : Robb. Dany doesn’t have a big sweet tooth.

who is more conservative ? : Robb. Dany likes to push the boundaries of things and be more liberal.

who hates/dislikes oral sex ? : hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha. They both love it.

[imprvdente]

@multusxcastalides​ sent: 🌨️ have a snowball fight ~Hermione from: 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒

They had been taking a pleasant little walk near the lake, talking about gossips and other things of the sort (it seemed Harry and Ron were more upset with each other than ever, which meant that Hermione was constantly dragged in their little dispute). 

But of course, the temptation was too big for Fish to resist, and grabbing a handful of snow (packed tightly in a little ball) she threw it at Hermione with a burst of laughter. It was partly to cheer up the girl, partly because she wanted to. 

“Touché!” she exclaimed in french, clapping her hand in amusement. But soon enough Hermione was grabbing ammunition herself, and so Fish had to duck and run to get more snow. The snowball still hit her right in the back of the head. 

[ghostofaformerself]

ALEXANDER CARLISLE ( @multusxcastalides​ ) asked for a consult on their case FILE ID: for the damaged — said from the soft spot

i know you. how else do you think i found you so easily?

     ❝GOD, SHUT UP.❞ it takes everything for her not to cringe at the way she yells at him. he’s not supposed to be here. rayne is meant to handle this on her own. it’s her sire, her mess, her responsibility. she doesn’t need to get someone else killed again. so, the angry façade continues. ❝you don’t know anything, xander.❞ a name he hates just to help drive it home. ❝you think you know me because you found the poor bloodthirsty baby and domesticated her? did you ever consider that maybe it was a fucking game? you really think i wouldn’t go back to him? he’s my sire and you’re a fucking fool.❞

[imafirefly]

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[americashielded-a]

How do you need to be touched?

fervently.

you crave a hug that cracks your ribs... the feeling of your wandering soul being crushed back into the bones that can't seem to hold it. you need a hand gripping yours so tightly you almost fear it may leave a bruise, a reminder that you are here. and that you are not alone.

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[scriptorxfabularum]

// Y'all ;n;

Please ;n;

If I don't reply to a thread for like... 1+ month... And you have a feeling that I might've overlooked it or something...

Please, please, please tell me.

With the whole changing of blogs, sometimes, some things get lost and I'd hate for any of y'all to think I'm ghosting you. Never. If I want to drop a thread... I. Will. Tell. You. Always.

So please just yell at me if and when you feel like I've forgotten about a reply. My brain something just cannot deal.

EDIT: I updated my tracker to also show replies that haven't been replied to on scriptorxfabularum, but have been moved over from multusxcastalides. So feel free to check up on a thread here.

[hopeslastchxnce]

:｡･:*:･ﾟ’★,｡･:*:･ﾟ’☆  ||  @multusxcastalides​  (  Faith )  ||  s.c.

          ❝Did  you  find  what  you  were  looking  for?❞  Charles  offered  her  a  steaming  cup  of  tea  before  moving  to  sit  at  the  kitchen  island.  The  house  was  quiet,  but  then,  few  would  be  up  at  this  hour  anyway.  

          ❝You  know,  you've  been  doing  a  lot  of  coming  and  going  lately.  Not  that  you're  some  kept  woman,  but  I've  noticed  your  worried  expressions.  We're...  not  about  to  be  overrun  with  vampires  are  we?❞  he  questioned.  ❝I  mean,  I'd  like  to  think  my  telepathy  would  allow  me  to  escape,  but  I  don't  think  I've  ever  come  across  a  vampire  before.  Hostile  mutants  and  aliens  are  bad  enough,  but  vampires?  Yeesh.❞

[songcfmuses]

Just touch his tiddies Dany 

you can do it 

they’re warmer than the cloak

[righteousmen]

@multusxcastalides said “💧 for my muse to walk in on yours crying ~Sansa for Robb (for added drama)”

Sansa had been shut up in her room most of the day, tears falling freely down her face. Oh did Arya have to ruin everything? It was a brand new dress Arya had sullied with mud as she ran past in the yard and Sansa had done the embroidery herself. The knock at the door prompts Sansa to bury her face in her pillows again, shouting;

“Go away!” 

Whoever it is doesn’t listen, instead pushing the door open and crossing the room. Sansa refuses to look at who she assumes to be her mother until she catches a whiff of horse. Father probably. He’ll be telling Sansa to listen to her sister’s apology but Sansa won’t have it. Not for this. 

“I don’t want her apology!” Sansa snaps, finally turning around, confusion crossing her face as she sees not her father but her older brother. “R-robb?”

[incissam]

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Shhh you! I love you Dee you need all of the stars in your inbox. 💜💜💜

[imprvdente]

@multusxcastalides​ sent: " how long was I out for? " ~Dean from: this meme!

Fish almost jolted at Dean’s voice. She had expected him to be still fast asleep, considering the sorry state he was in. “The whole night, and a good chunk of today,” she said, “it’s 4PM.” 

She had been working on the living room table for the past hour, trying to be as silent as possible, as to not wake him up. It was lucky that her father was away for a few days, for she wasn’t sure how he’d react to seeing a man sleeping in the house. A hunter no less. (not to mention the demon “living” with her father, oh, it’d be just a whole mess altogether). 

“To be honest, I thought you were gonna sleep through the day too. What even happened to you?” 

[ghostofaformerself]

DEAN WINCHESTER ( @multusxcastalides​ ) asked for a consult on their case FILE ID: for the damaged — said from the lone wolf

i’m afraid of losing you, okay?

     ❝THEN RETHINK if this job is for you.❞ it’s harsh, but she resigned herself to the fact that this job gets people killed a long time ago. ❝you know as well as i do that this life ends one way for all of us. for some it’s earlier than others. ev died, i’m going to die, you’re going to die, sam is going to die—every hunter out there is going to die. we all knew that the second we walked into it. from the moment we all had our first hunt we resigned ourselves to the fact that death is our only end. we just have to save as many people as we can before we’re gone.❞ 

[archivedazmenka]

prompt. / @multusxcastalides​ asks for [ WOUND ]: upon noticing a recent injury on the receiver’s person, the sender carefully moves closer, running a thumb (or hand) across the wound in a gentle, troubled manner.

       LIKE VERMIN THAT COULD NOT BE FULLY ERADICATED, BOLTON TROOPS STILL LINGERED IN THE NORTH ; reports of small camps here and there, some hiding away well in the wildnerness, others being bold ( and dumb ) enough to fly the flayed man proudly           all of them, one by one, hunted down and killed. almost two months had passed since the retaking of Winterfell and a sibling reunion between the Starks. two months of small skirmishes here and there, and Maron not knowing what to do with whatever little was left of his younger brother, and cabin fever had set in ; to a point that the young Lord Greyjoy had begun to lead the hunting parties for the Northern deceivers and deserters .  .  . the bodycount they had partially dragged back to send on to the Lannister forces further south was remarkable this time. fifteen corpses, dragged across rough, uneven terrain behind their horses. not a sight for the faint of heart, and neither was the mix of Ironborn and Northmen returning. the men looked as beaten and tired as they felt. and Maron himself had not been spared this time, either                  the cut down the side of his neck was new. no longer bleeding, fortunately, but dried and crusted by the time he made it into the keep, flanked by other Ironborn, to first find a drink after a long hunt, before possibly seeking medical aid. what he had not expected was Sansa            caught up in conversation with the castle staff, until she noticed the Ironborn approaching, and the state her involuntary future husband was in. still a union Maron wasn’t sure would ever happen, with how skittish and fearful she remained around him.       “ my lady. ” courteous, despite the difficulties. at the far corner of the massive wooden table before the hearth, he reached for the decanter of wine to pour himself a cup, still muddied and bleeding, without a care in the world .  .  . and without expecting her to step closer then, a hand reaching out to touch the wound on his neck. he had been lucky, he knew it. a little deeper, a little further, and his throat may as well have been slit. as it was, however, it was nothing but a nuisance that needed cleaning out sooner or later. “ it’s nothing to be worried about. ” he murmured the words into his cup, still trying to appear as casual, as innocuous as he could, just so he won’t frighten her any more than she already was. and yet he couldn’t help the touch of curiosity in his eyes as he watched her observe the wound ; previous shyness for but a moment forgotten it seemed. for whatever reason. “ I’m afraid a cut like that won’t kill me that easily. ” and the corners of his lips ticked up then, a tired smile that, perhaps, was half-soothing, half-encouragement.

[hopeslastchxnce]

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im  screaming~  but  in  pleasure  and  not  pain kekeke

no but  right  back  at  you  lovely.  thanks  for  always  putting  up  with  me  and  this  man  baby.  he’s  the  worst  but  you’re  the  best.  always  a  positive  force  on  the  dash  and  enthusiastic.  never  change! 💖 you’re  partly  why  i  still  bother  when  i  can

love youuuuuu  sm!  (  @multusxcastalides ) dokis!

[boywebbed]

To say that the both of them had had a little (just a little) too much wine to drink might have been an understatement, she wasn't quite sure about it just yet. But she was just drunk enough to get some great ideas. Fishing her phone out of her purse, she opened her music app. 'Songs for slow dancing', that was exactly what they needed! "C'mon…" She murmured, getting to her feet and pulling him up as well. "C'mon work with me." Her words were just a little slurred. "I can't pull you up by m'self." When he did - in fact - work with her, and got to his feet, she immediately wrapped her arms around him, resting the side of her face against his chest. "Dance with me…" Being a professional dancer, she was usually a little more graceful and usually had less trouble moving to the rhythm, but it would do for now. "You smell nice," she hummed.

It was a rare indulgence. Peter didn't often drink with others for a multitude of reasons. He usually had to drink more than he cared to admit to be able to feel any of the effects due to an over-active metabolism. On top of that, there were few people left in his life that he trusted enough to want to drink around either. But he trusted Lill. They had spent a quiet evening in his apartment, he had poked around to figure out what her favorite meal was & he had made it. She had brought the wine at his behest & the two of them had spent the evening emptying the bottles she had brought with her.

There's a warm, fuzzy feeling in his stomach & chest. He almost feels sleepy but he wasn't tired. It was a nice, comforting embrace... Though it didn't compare to the feeling he got when he stumbled into Lill's arms. It hits him a little harder & he uses the much smaller woman for support, if only for a moment. It's then that he wraps his own arms around her, engulfing her in his own embrace.

Music plays softly from her phone while she speaks, an old song Peter was familiar with. On another night, he might have expected her to move with more grace. Her occupation demanded that she had a certain talent for being able to keep up with the rhythm, with the music... but it was a good night to forget those sorts of things. It causes the smile on his face to spread just a little more. It was a night of indulgences, it seemed.

Tonight had felt like a dream, the both of them taking a night off from the mountain of responsibilities they had to maintain. For tonight, they had decided to simply exist.

" I do m'best..." It took him a moment to speak & his words still felt heavy on his tongue. Half of the time he forgot to shower, eat, or sleep. It was a part of his job... But he knew they would be spending time together later that night & had opted to practice some self-care... Or Lill would have definitely had something to say about it. There were other things to worry about when they were together, like soft moments of intimacy like this. He swayed with the music, resting his chin on her head while he began to hum in tune with the second verse of the song. It was easy to get lost in the music, lost in her.

" Y'know... This is kinda romantic. " He interrupts himself, speaking the obvious as a poke at themselves. His voice falls to a quieter tone, thoughtful, "I like it "

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