#multusxcastalides

[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.

[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.

[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?”

[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. 

[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.

[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 "

@multusxcastalides || answered.

[ofhighever-arc2]

@multusxcastalides​. alistair ;

           she had been meaning to give him the amulet since right after they left redcliffe, but it slipped her mind. killing connor had been a difficult decision and alistair was very vocal --- afterwards --- about how upset it made him. they talked about it and, after a while, things seemed to be okay. what troubled lily the most about it was that she couldn’t really bring herself to regret that decision, not when all those people were dying and suffering at the hands of the demon living inside of him.

          still. she killed a child... and she hated herself for it. she hated howe for it --- if not for what he had done to her family, lily wouldn’t even be there. she never would have had to bloody her hands with the life of an innocent. every single life she took was another life on his tab.

          enough, she thought to herself. snap out of it. they were making camp again. it looked like they were close enough to haven, at least, that they wouldn’t need to rest another day before getting there. still, she seized the opportunity to approach him.  ❝ alistair. ❞ morrigan and leliana were not close enough that they could hear them, and they were busy making their own tents. ❝ i forgot to give you this. ❞ she didn’t want to feel so awkward around him.

          truth was alistair was one of the few people lily LIKED. maybe even more than just a friend at that point --- which was so absurd considering their situation. he was... good. in a world of wicked people, he was a truly good man, if a bit lost and naive.  ❝ i found it in a drawer in arl eamon’s study, i think? i was looking for something else when we were... ❞ don’t mention connor now.  ❝ i remembered you talked about it. your mother’s amulet? then one you threw at the wall? i think it’s this one... seems like it’s fixed. ❞

[archiveghostofaformerself]

10K / @multusxcastalides​ ; needs a case consult

     SHE HAS NO SUPPLIES, but the bleeding needs to be stopped for a variety of reasons–namely the fact that she can’t let herself be a goddamn beacon for the zombies on her tail. taking her knife, rayne cuts a line of fabric from her shirt as she walks. one end is held in her mouth while she tugs it tight around her shoulder and knots it in place.      there’s no stopping, even with the injury, and she has a very short time to put good distance between her and the zombies undoubtedly still on her tail. this is what she gets for trusting a goddamn group. god forbid she decides to think for herself and call out the complete and utter bullshit of the group’s so-called ‘leader’. she wishes she had seen it earlier, before placing her trust in other people, but here she is: thrown to the wolves when she was completely willing ( and ready ) to leave on her own.

     rayne pushes, feet carrying her forward even when she feels the burning sensation in her calves. she can’t let it get to her, she has to keep going until she can find something to weaponize. the problem is she’s in the middle of nowhere and all she has is a bowie knife. so she’ll run until she can’t stop.

[honnleathrose-a3]

@multusxcastalides​. yvesse ;

        ❝ how do you stand him? ❞

        rosalie’s complaint was out of her mouth as soon as she spotted and managed to get close enough to the inquisitor. perhaps she was resting or simply enjoying some alone time, but none of that crossed the youngest rutherford’s mind. she was way too upset at her older brother --- as per usual. 

        ❝ i mean it, inquisitor. he’s the most stubborn, persnickety, work-obsessed person i’ve ever met. it’s unbearable! ❞ granted, she hadn’t met that many people in her short life, but still. rosalie threw herself on the nearest chair, exhaling in outrage, waiting for yvesse to fill the silence. hopefully to agree with her. 

        ❝ i just want to spend some time with him. i mean, i BARELY know him and he’s my brother. can’t he make SOME time? ❞

[qceensofkings]

@multusxcastalides​ challenged for a starter

     It’s not the movement from the bed that stirs her into wakefulness after such an eventful night. She doesn’t even notice when the other gets up. No, it’s the sun that pours in from the slit in the curtains as it dances slowly across the bed and lands perfectly on her that gets her eyelids fluttering. The warmth nearly tempts her and lulls her back to sleep but Luna and Shadow have other plans. 

Mother and daughter, a pair of black cats both hop up onto the bed, Luna going directly for Isabelle’s chest and Shadow for her feet. The young black kitten nips at her while her mother purrs, settling onto her usual spot when its feeding time which happens to be Isa’s chest which is covered with the sheets and comforter but otherwise bare. 

A soft groan as the brunette moves a hand to shoo the bothersome creatures away. That’s when they decide to call in reinforcements. Both Diamanti and Rosco trot in, the two wolfhounds coming up on either side of her, Rosco on the floor and Diamanti on the bed as Luna and Shadow bolt for the door and let the dogs have their go at their caretaker. 

“Dia, stop,” Isabelle groans before she suddenly remembers that she had a guest in bed with her just hours before. A small frown as she turns over, seeing the other half of the bed vacant. Odd, she didn’t hear him get up and she doesn’t remember letting him out. 

She grabs her shirt and panties off the ground next to Rosco, slipping them on as she gets up to see if the door is locked but just as she gets into the hallway she catches the scent of coffee. An eyebrow raises as she cautiously ventures toward the kitchen, rounding the corner to see that her guest is, in fact, still here. 

“Morning...”

[imafirefly]

@multusxcastalides​

      You do what you need to do to get it done. Wise words from her dad were on loop in her head, more important now than perhaps they ever had been. If she and Lev were to have a fighting chance, they had to get to the Fireflies. Their only hope was to get to the Fireflies. Approach the large domed building in Avalon. We’ll find you. That’s what they had told her months ago in the basement of 2425 Constance before everything had gone so wrong. Three months. Three months of torture at the hands of the Rattlers had led to this moment. The fight with Ellie and subsequent mercy had led to this moment. There was an impending sense of relief that was threatening to wash over her but she wouldn’t let it. Not yet. They weren’t there yet.

      Lev’s body lay limp in her arms, the boy too weak to fend for himself. Abby wasn’t any better but the second their boat was on sand, she had him up in her arms and willed herself to make the painful and exhausting last leg of their journey. Even if Lev was the only one that made it, it would be worth it. Lev had to live. She wouldn’t accept anything less than that. Battered and bloodied feet shuffled along the winding road until finally she was in sight of armed guards at a fortified gate that blocked off the road. Their weapons were lowered almost as quickly as they had been trained on her, realizing she was no threat. Instead, they cautiously came to her aid after opening the gate. “What happened to him? Are either of you bitten?” Lev was gently lifted from her arms and Abby finally allowed herself to fall to her knees, the exhaustion taking over as she drew in deep breaths to try and steady herself. “No, no bites. The Rattlers.... we got out. They were attacked, prisoners are fighting back.” That last bit of info seemed to catch their interest and one of them ran back to a Jeep to radio it in. 

      “How did you find us?” The question almost went in one ear and out the other before she forced herself to focus. “Fireflies. I’m a Firefly. Abby from Santa Barbara. 2425 Constance. Ask whoever mans the radio. Just please, help him. is he going to be okay?” Despite blood still seeping from her own wounds, her concern was solely focused on Lev. A sharp whistle rang out from the man at the Jeep as he waved over to his fellow Firefly and for a moment, Abby was taken back to Seattle until snapping herself out of it. Gentle hands helped to lift her up as she and Lev were escorted and loaded into the back of the Jeep for faster travel. It was then that the relief finally started to settle in but she wouldn’t allow herself the full dose until the both of them were okay. 

      By the time they arrived at what had once been the sole hospital on Avalon, word of the new arrivals and downfall of the Rattlers had spread quickly. Units seemed to be mobilizing to head to the mainland as they sped past them, the bodies outside nothing more than a blur. The rest of the ride was fuzzy and the two were quickly led inside to the emergency services wing of the medical center. Despite her wounds being more dire, Abby wouldn’t allow herself to be ushered into a bed until she witnessed Lev receiving care. Only when she knew he was in safe hands did she lay back so that she could start being tended to for her numerous injuries, the adrenaline finally wearing off and the pain settling in. The gashes, the stab wounds, the roughly chopped hair. She may have lay there a broken woman but at least she was alive. 

[marvclsiums]

@multusxcastalides​ said: 🤞 Come up beside them and tap the shoulder opposite where they’re standing ~(my) Nat for Bucky

Bucky was a bit lost in his thoughts, which happened probably way too often, but it wasn’t as he could do something about it. When he felt a hand over his shoulder, of course, he looked on the wrong side first, then turned back and noticed Natasha, which managed to make him smirk.

“Oh. Really funny, Nat.” He teased before he let a brief chuckle escape his lips. At least, he wasn’t thinking about his victims anymore; she had probably not come to get him out of his thoughts, but he still appreciated it. “Seriously, though, did you want something ?”

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[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?” 

[chaotiicgoods]

@multusxcastalides​ said: 🙄 Roll their eyes at my muse ~(my) Draco for (your) Hermione

Hermione was really invested in her conversation, as usual when she was talking about something she was passionate about, but she couldn’t help but notice Draco rolling his eyes, which made her sigh. She probably should have ignored him, but instead, she faced him.

“I wasn’t even talking to you.” She said before her attention went back to her friends. 

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