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Amber x Multi-Paul

I'll place the sky within your eyes. I'll place the moon within your heart. Falling in love, as the world falls down. /// @mu1tipaul

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You won’t forget her song

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Nodding her head in agreement when it came to the switchblade, the ravenette pulled out her phone. "Why not go to a late-night diner? Some food and hot chocolate sounds great to me right now." Amber started to search for anything nearby within walking distance that would be open this late at night. The pair had started to walk down the hallway to exit the building when she stumbled across something. "Oh, here's something. How about Late Owl Dinner?"

' We did choose the worst college as well, but It was cheap.' Meg said as she grabbed a switchblade, placing it on her thigh in it's holder she smirked. ' Yeah I know deadlier weapon, but it will do the trick just the same, plus growing up with brothers, tends to shape you into a badass.' She teased her arm moving around Amber's shoulder, walking beside her. ' I wonder if there's a store open nearby, I am starving! '

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@mu1tipaul -Starter-

Amber was having a very shitty night as she chewed on the straw on the cocktail while sitting at the bartop. She had come on a vacation to Las Vegas and wanted to try to go on a date, so the female matched with a profile on a dating app, and the male never showed. Everyone was drunk and dancing as if it was the city that never slept, but she was at least trying to get her money’s worth on the dress she bought. Plus, she recently had her hair braided, so the ravenette was at least trying to have a good night. It only continued to get worse as she sighed just before a clumpy blonde spilled her drink on the back of Amber's outfit. The cold liquid caused a curse and scream to leave her lips before whipping her head around to glare at the drunk females who were laughing at the incident. Growling enraged, the ravenette wasted no time before throwing a punch which connected with the blonde’s face with a loud crunch being heard. A broken nose for sure, while her knuckles were going to be bloody and broken as well.

Glaring down at the taller female holding her face as she cried out, her friend rushed to her side on the ground, screaming. Amber huffed with irritation before walking away, heading back to her hotel in another part of the city. Her onyx eyes glanced around when she noticed an attractive male staring, but she thought nothing of it as she walked out the doors before security could enter the scene. Walking along the streets, she looked down at her bloody fist. It was bruised and swollen, but there was no blood on her skin. Flicking her wrist, she did her best to clean it off before walking to her hotel to change her outfits. Roughly an hour passed before Amber walked down the hallway towards the bar top of the hotel. 

Sitting down at the countertop, she groaned, ordering a whiskey shot to burn the back of her throat. It was very empty, as most other people would be out in town, so at least she would have peace of mind. Taking the shot quickly, the female laid her head on the bartop before glancing at her knuckles as she wrapped them with a bandage. However, the ravenette heard the chair right next to her move, which caused her to glance up. Crocking an eyebrow, she noticed that it was the same male from the previous location. Without even saying anything to him, she turned away, looking back at her empty shot glass, trying to think about what to do next as her whole night was ruined, even though it was just 10pm.

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Ambex

Matching hoodies. Always have to support your partner no matter how nerdy you look. Commissioned by Vaalmet

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✳𒉼 ▫ Angst starters ▫𒉼✳

Send [...] for my muse... Send [...] + 'reverse' for change roles

[ SHATTER ] – pushes your muse away in anger or fear.

[ ECHO ] – calls your muse’s name in desperation.

[ STONE ] – refuses to speak to your muse.

[ STORM ] – breaks down in front of your muse, unable to hold it in anymore.

[ SILENCE ] – leaves your muse without explanation.

[ SCAR ] – shows your muse an old wound and tells them the story behind it.

[ SNAP ] – yells at your muse after bottling things up for too long.

[ CRACK ] – tries to smile, but can't.

[ ASHES ] – burns something that once meant something to them and your muse.

[ BLAME ] – accuses your muse of hurting them, whether it’s true or not.

[ DROWN ] – admits they’ve been struggling but didn’t want to burden your muse.

[ FROST ] – pretends not to care as your muse walks away.

[ COLLAPSE ] – clings to your muse after holding back tears for too long.

[ VANISH ] – disappears for days without telling your muse.

[ GLASS ] – says something cruel they didn’t mean and immediately regrets it.

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Send my muse “👀 + a question” and they’ll have to answer with 100% honesty.

No deleting questions, either!

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ASSORTED  WORD  STARTER  PROMPTS:

various  words  as  scenario  starters  per  request.  as  always  ,  feel  free  to  change  as  you  see  fit.  add  reverse  +  action  if  you’d  like  to  see  how  my  muse  would  perform  the  action  on  yours  ,  the  sender.  some  nsfw  ,  suggestive  and  violent.

[wake]  your  muse  wakes  my  muse  up.

[look]  your  muse  is  caught  looking  at  my  muse.

[run]  your  muse  runs  their  fingers  through  my  muse’s  hair.

[offer]  your  muse  offers  my  muse  food.

[kiss]  your  muse  kisses  my  muse.

[sit]  your  muse  sits  with  my  muse.

[dance]  your  muse  dances  with  my  muse.

[smile]  your  muse  smiles  at  my  muse.

[hit]  your  muse  hits  my  muse.

[cook]  your  muse  cooks  for  my  muse.

[hold]  your  muse  holds  my  muse’s  hands.

[cover]  your  muse  covers  my  muse  up  with  a  blanket.

[wipe]  your  muse  wipes  my  muse’s  tears.

[greet]  your  muse  greets  my  muse.

[laugh]  your  muse  laughs  at  my  muse.

[yell]  your  muse yells at  my  muse.

[braid]  your  muse  braids  my  muse’s  hair.

[explain]  your  muse  explains  something  to  my  muse.

[flower]  your  muse  offers  my  muse  flowers.

[bandage]  your  muse  tends  my  muse’s  wound(s).

[lean]  your  muse  leans  on  my  muse  for  support.

[wipe]  your  muse  wipes  my  muse’s  tears.

[lap]  your  muse  sits  in  my  muse’s  lap.

[read]  your  muse  reads  to  my  muse.

[straddle]  your  muse  straddles  my  muse.  

[rest]  your  muse  rests  their  head  on  my  muse.

[dress]  your  muse  helps  my  muse  get  dressed.

[light]  your  muse  lights  my  muse’s  cigarette.

[pour]  your  muse  pours  my  muse  a  drink.

[secret]  your  muse  tells  tells  my  muse  a  secret.

[carry]  your  muse  carries  my  muse.

[pin]  your  muse  pins  my  muse  against  a  wall.

[threaten]  your  muse  threatens  my  muse.

[drunk]  your  muse  takes  care  of  my  drunk  muse.

[gift]  your  muse  gives  my  muse  a  gift.

[knock]  your  muse  shows  up  to  my  muse’s  house  unexpected.

[embrace]  your  muse  embraces  my  muse.

[confront]  your  muse  confronts  my  muse.

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Starter for @painmon

Amber was excited after visiting the market to collect some new books and gemstones, which she wanted to show off to Peter. They had met through the university, even though he was a few years older, but they were in some classes together. They had realized they had some similarities that they bonded over. Each week, they would meet in a spot to exchange ideas and new items they had found. This time, the ravenette noticed a strange bracelet with different gemstones that looked like they had runes engraved into them.

What the female did not know she was sensitive to truly magical artifacts, as she was able to sense them for some reason. Maybe that was why she was drawn to the idea of spiritual energy and mystical forces, as it just made sense to her. Sitting in their spot, she noticed the male walking as she smiled, calling out to him.

"Hey Peter, over here! I can't wait to show you something I found over the weekend!"

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Her face quickly lights up, and she breathes out a sigh of relief when he agrees to her terms. She could understand why he would want to see what she was capable of, but the female knew of the potential dangers from Omni-Man. Amber shuddered, thinking about what happened to Mark and everything else with a pure blood Viltrumite, which made her wonder what her mother was like. The ravenette had learn she was not human, but a Viltrumite. However, how long did she live on Earth if they sent a different agent, if she was even working with the Empire? The pictures her father had were the only connection she would ever have with unanswered questions.

When Cecil started talking about a barren desert, she stood up to glance and was thinking. With the sand that could be kicked up with she moved too fast or took off at full strength, flying, it could kick up a sandstorm. Shaking her head no, she spoke in a calm voice, "No, sixty miles might still be too close....How about the Arctic?" The temperatures there might be a good test to see how far she could push herself, plus she could do other stuff. Humming softly, she was coming up with different types of testing they could do to collect data.

"If we do it, someone with no settlements or worries about planes, we could do other stuff as well. See how cold temperatures I might be able to withstand. See how far I could dive into the depths of the ocean and at what speeds I could do it. Plus, worst comes to worst, I could break icebergs or hell, even move glaciers." It was exciting to Amber about the thought of being able to push herself to the limits to see what she could do without holding back, that she noticed she was rambling on ideas.

Placing a hand on the back of her neck, her smile softened a little before turning to look at the older male. "Sorry, I was getting carried away and got a little excited about the idea of not having to hold back anymore. I know you did some training with Mark in cold environments, but I don't know if you guys did any tests under the water to see how much pressure and cold temperatures a Viltrumite might be able to withstand."

ALL IN ALL, the requests she makes are reasonable. Despite the frustration her hesitation inspires, a viltrumite's power is indeed something to monitor— to carefully measure, for the good of the world at large.

He failed to do it with Nolan. He won't let history repeat itself.

❛ Deal, ❜ Cecil says, hands gravitating to his hips as his mind begins to work. Given the technology and equipment the GDA has at its disposal, he has all the means in the world to get her into the middle of nowhere; somewhere that civilsation hasn't touched, like the midst of the ocean or the miles of empty plains of the Sahara. ❛ Control's important, Amber. You're doing good work, prioritising the safety of mankind. I don't want you to think I don't appreciate that. ❜

Cecil toggles his watch, pressing buttons and tapping its screen seemingly in search of something. When he's pulled up what he wants— an image of barren desert, one of his many drones providing clear, real-time footage— he presses two fingers to the screen before flicking upwards. The display of his watch is transferred to one of the monitors in the training hall, a hand gesturing to it as he commands her attention.

❛ Somewhere like here could be good. Nobody lives here. There're no real valuable resources out here, and the nearest settlement is over sixty miles away. Planes fly over it sometimes, but I can easily request their schedules. Nobody's gonna get hurt, and the only thing you'll be disturbing is sand. What do you think? ❜

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LOVIE SIMONE as Tabby THE CRAFT: LEGACY (2020) dir. Zoe Lister-Jones

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Been on an Eve x Amber grind lmao

*edit I colored it

Side note; Rex has definitely wore her costume before 🤫

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"Okay, if you owe me, then I want you to take a shower and sleep for a least a minimum of five hours tonight. That's how you can repay me." Amber may not know his history or why he was here in New York City, but she knows a broken person when she sees one. It reminded her of herself after her grandfather passed away, and she blamed herself for not spending more time with him. The restless nights, the skipping meals, and just observing while being stuck in her own head. It was a horrible place to be, and she did not wish anyone to suffer like that. Being stuck in your own mind could be the cruelest torture.

As she finished her own meal, she drank it down with some water before picking up the extra unopened water bottle to place right next to the male. The female took a seat right next to him, staring off, watching everything in the distance. "What are you going to do? You can't stay here in New York forever." Amber had not brought up this topic yet, but she knew that he was lost. However, she truly could not understand how lost he truly was through time and everything else. Her onyx eyes slowly shifted over towards him as her face with full of concern for her friend.

They might have been strangers weeks ago and slowly grow closer over time, that she even considered him a friend, but there was a lot they still did not know about each other. Sighing softly, she shifted her gaze back to the scenery before them as she waited to see if he would respond with a grunt like usual or maybe an honest answer this time. Miguel was different; he had technology such as his suit, which was way beyond her understanding, but she didn't want to leave him alone. "If you need a place to stay, my door will always be open in Chicago....I will be leaving in a few days, so this might end up being our last few days together."

The female knew that this would be the best she could offer him at this point in time. As the saying goes, you can lead a horse to water, but you cannot make them drink. She could extend a hand and offer help, but it was his decision to take it or not. Amber would not overstep their boundaries and respect his choice, but her eyes were filled with emotions. Concern and worry when she thought about him staying here alone.

@ambcrs asked; Amber glanced over at the male holding out a hot dog as she knew he had not ate since yesterday. “Eat up Dracula.” That was a nickname she picked out for him due to his height and brooding features. It fit his personality perfectly at moments like this. Elbowing him in the back so he would be forced to acknowledge the food she was offering she only smirked at him. The food was hot and fresh with all the toppings which made it a New York hotdog.

The ravenette was concerned for the male as her trip was going to be up soon as the volunteer experience was over and she had been using her savings to stay longer. She was going to leave soon as her bank account was bleeding dry, another reason for the nickname Dracula.

By virtue of habit, he kept an eye on the strangers passing them by on the path, going about their day without a relative care in the world. He could hardly relate, given his tendency to watch. To be ready in case trouble arose, rather than look after himself. Fortunately, in a rare twist, someone else had taken notice, spotting by use of her own observant eyes, and an extensive amount of hours shared in each other's company, that he had barely made an effort to reach for food.

But he could certainly smell it, as seen best with the subtitle twitch of his nose as he rotates to face her, navy mask giving away few hints. "That's what you've landed on?" A nickname, that is, and not nearly as ill fitting as he once would've claimed it to be. Rather than speak further, though, hands are seen to reach for the hot dog, taking it from her and raising it to his mouth in the same gesture.

"Hmm." A second is taken to consider the purchased food, when the bottom half of his mask dissolves in a scattering of light. Mouth already open, a blink-and-miss-it glimpse of venomous dentition is given before tearing at the hot dog, meat, bun and sauce combining to form a tasty treat as he swallows without chewing. In hardly no time at all, the hot dog is polished off, vanishing down his throat as a finger is used to wipe away the remnants of mustard, coating his mouth.

"Thanks, I owe you for that."

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The child was quiet as she watched and observed everything happening around her. It was clear that the older man was the head boss from how he was stating orders to the male with the glasses. Donald was his name. She remained curled up, holding her leg as close as physically possible to her chest. "I....noticed them a few months ago, but tried my best to be normal....I was just so mad today in gym class and threw the ball without thinking..." Tears started to swell up in her eyes again, remembering all the terrified faces from both the children and the adults. It caused her to shiver, and goosebumps to spread across her skin.

Remembering her manners, the child spoke before moving towards the water, "Thank you, mister." Slowly, she reached for the cup of water, moving like a cornered rabbit while the other two were watching her closely. Moving the cup to her lips, the girl quickly gulped the water down and accidentally choked. Coughing as she gagged, trying to cough up the water that went down the wrong pipes, but she was grateful to have at least gotten something. Her onyx eyes shifted from the older man to the door before landing on Cecil again. She spoke in a soft voice, as if she did not even think she said her thoughts out loud.

"Are you going to take me away from my father.....for not being normal...." Licking the water droplets from her lips, her entire body became stiff when she realized that it had been spoken aloud. Her eyes widened almost like a cat's before she slowly, finally stood up on her feet. Her heart was racing quickly as she felt bullets of sweat forming down her back. Without even thinking, her body started to float off the ground as if she had her own center of gravity.

A scream left her lips as she reached out towards the adults with tears in her eyes. "AH, Help me! PLEASE." Amber was floating in the air weightlessly like a balloon, but she was only floating higher by the seconds. Her whole body was trembling as she did not know what was happening. She had never left the ground before, as she only thought her senses heightened. Now the child could leave the ground. It was all too overwhelming to her.

THE REQUEST IS MET WITH GRACE THAT AMBER MIGHT FIND SURPRISING.

❛ Jesus, Donald, ❜ he starts, snapping his fingers at him to inspire haste, ❛ Get the kid some water. ❜

With a hurried "yes, sir", Donald leaves the room. Cecil turns his attention back to the girl. She certainly doesn't look like a threat, despite launching a dodgeball through the wall of her gymnasium. He's hopeful that she'll be easy to handle. Some of the children in his care— Rex being the most notable example— have been a handful.

❛ I'll tell you what, Amber. You tell me what I wanna know about this little mishap and then I'll take you to the break room, and you can pick any snack you want from the vending machines. Huh? How about that? ❜

Donald returns with a plastic cup full of water. It's cold, directly from one of the GDA's many fountains. He sets it down gently in front of the frightened girl, offering her an easy smile as he does it. Then, he shifts to stand by the door— out of the way, but ready should his boss ask him to contribute.

❛ You're not in trouble. Luckily, no one was hurt. But I need to know when these powers developed. When you started displaying them. Can you tell me that? ❜

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Starter for @multimuseforme

Amber had been doing her best to keep her powers hidden for years since she discovered them around 14. Her father was gone a lot as he was the only parent she had, and he worked a lot. So she was left home, which gave her time to explore, trying to keep her powers to a minimum. Still, throughout the years, sometimes they had gotten the better of her as she did not know how to control them, and she was scared of telling anyone, as it was not normal. The ravenette wanted to be a normal human and did not know how her father would react. Her senior year of high school, they moved to a different city and state as her dad got a promotion, but was relocated. Normally, she kept to herself at school, even though she did have a few friends.

Most people called her the witchy girl because of all her jewelry and crystals she liked to wear. She had interacted with Mark after he was helping her when it came to Todd, but she was scared of letting anyone to close since her abilities had been acting out recently. Everything changed one day when she learned about a hero named Invincible. Weeks passed since the hero was first introduced, and Amber wanted to learn more about him as she heard female students gossip about his abilities. They sounded exactly like hers, and she was trying to think of a way to meet him.

Walking around the city one evening, she was lucky to stumble in the middle of a fight between a super villain that was an elephant and Invinicible. Her heart was racing as she watched the scene unfold. As everyone else was running away in terror, she stood frozen in place. This was her chance to try to have a chat with him, but the hero was currently pinned. Licking her lips, she dropped her schoolbag before rushing forward with inhuman speed. Maybe showing off a bit might get his attention about how similar they were.

The female gritted her teeth before charging forward using her body to slam into the supervillain, which sent him flying across the street, destroying a building. Amber yelped from the impact as she stumbled, losing her balance. Of course, she knew what was going to happen next, as sometimes when she tripped, she would start flying or float away in her case. A scream left her lips as she was twirling like a balloon floating away in the sky.

"Ah shit, shit shit. Not again!" She clenched her eyes shut as she was getting higher and higher before yelling out. "Please help!" Her body was trembling with fear as she did not know how to stay in one place or stop on her own. Normally, she would get caught on the roof of her room until she suddenly fell to the ground after a while. However, this time she had nothing to catch or stop her.

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Amber and MultiPaul