#multiuniversalmuses

[the-purple-hero]

|| Continued from (x) || @multi-universal-muses​

{🔥}—; Spyro had never heard every last detail before but he was familiar with some things, and he didn’t mind taking a second to listen to what the pink dragon had to say. Hearing him out, seemed like Long had more of a somber reason for coming to this decision that he initially might’ve thought.

“Sounds like that’s changed now that you’re a dragon, and you’ve gotten a chance to see things differently being here in the Dragon Realms, right?” Spyro knew that Long had a very specific way of living back then, where he refused to truly get close to or trust anyone because he felt like his riches mattered more than anything.

[sicklewxlf]

@multi-universal-muses continued from here (x): 

“Your icebreaking skills need to worked on if you plan on replacing your father’s work.” The wolf crossed his arms, continuing to eye the lagomorph seeing him shrink after his joke failed.  

“And nobody knows how to approach me because I approach first in someone’s final moments. Since you made an attempt to break the ice, I suppose I could entertain you by talking to you. Now, what is on your mind?” He could tell the rabbit wanted to talk to him.

[your-average-fan-girl]

i-i’m-this made me really emotional just now 🥺

[jax-teller-07]

The Longer You do it , the more Dangerous it Becomes !

Spiderman No way Home trailer 💙

[thegreatmouseengineer]

@multi-universal-muses continued from here.

Patrick wasn’t sure as why Ratigan just snapped at pulled out a knife at him, clawing at the hand that was holding him to the wall he awkwardly chuckled and tried to squirm out the larger rodent’s grasp, “S-seriously, I dunno what I did ta ya, it ain’t like I went sqeaulin’ ta Basil or the cops y’know!”

“Come on, Ratigan! Just pull the knife away from me throat alright...”

[hxuse-of-muses]

@multi-universal-muses for Nestor

{♚}—; “Okay Bubba that’s enough, just let me have my sculpture back I worked really hard on it!” Nils was tall and had great reach, but Bubba was messing around with him and held his latest sculpture out of his reach and held him back at the same time. 

Nils was a lot of things but he wasn’t too strong, especially compared to someone like Bubba who was large and had big muscles. While he was very slim and lanky so he was easily held back and he was just worried Bubba may accidentally drop and break it, he was sure he wouldn’t do it on purpose but he was still worried.

[giantpaintbrush]

@multi-universal-muses || plotted starter

It was just about the end of the day and Gildas was on his way back to his tower, flying under the almost-sunset sky in Stone Hill. However, something caught his eye, a strange and unfamiliar individual wandering the open grassy terrain. They looked lost so he figured he’d at least go and offer some help, so he went and glided down and landed nearby and approached the unknown visitor. 

“Excuse me, but you look a little lost here, may I be of assistance?” he asked politely putting on a friendly smile. 

[easterpookan]

"Hmm...I don't believe I've ever a natural inhabitant of this planet like you before." (Peridot - Main verse)

 “And Ah’ve nevah really talked ta any of you lot.”

[dadamilo]

I'm here for this. That's why there's no for me, what if.

[luteoflaughs]

(Tomas)

Bubba quirked a brow at the description, skeptical and even a little amused. “So they’re like…fairies?” 

Not to knock on the little ladies, but if these things were anything like them, then the Beast Maker failed to see what about them was getting Tomas so worked up. Besides, the buff reptile, as much as he knew Tomas didn’t mean to, chuffed at the idea of such small beings proving a match for him.

Of course, he didn’t want to hurt the bard’s feelings by dismissing them so instead the blue dragon put a hand on Tomas’ shoulder and gave a cocky grin. “Hey, you forget I’m a Beast Maker, right? Dealing with dangerous creatures is my specialty!”

Then his grin dropped in sympathy. “Still, though, that sounds like it sucked.”

“It is hard to explain what they are. They are chaotic, and they are selfish. I am bound by my word, if I were to break it I don’t know what would happen to me. Something could even happen to the one I love above all else. That was something threatened to me. I would never forgive myself if I was the cause of that persoin being taken. It would be creul beyond belief.”

Tomas hadn’t ever said that part to anyone. That the one he loved most could be a cost if he broke his word. It was a promice made when he was too young to know any better. When youth clouded his gaze and made him foolish.

“I am scared, scared for many things beyond my control. I don’t even feel like I ever gained back control ever since I returned. This threat lingers over me.”

Tomas never liked to show how much fear lingered within his heart. To be the happy go lucky dragon he always was tended to be his goal. The promise lingered though, sometimes causing Tomas nightmares. Tended to prevent him from truly opening his heart to others incase the promise did something.

[twelvedozenterrors]

Helping Hands

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Well now, someone seemed eager to help. Lindar chuckled as he picked Daisy up, mindful of the bag swinging from the littler dragon’s mouth, and set her atop the stool next to him. The blue dragon pulled back with an amused smirk. “There, that better, kiddo?”

Daisy let her tail do all the talking as Lindar scooped her up onto the stool. Once her mouth was once again free to convey gratitude, the hatchling quickly yapped out her affirmation. “Yeah!”

There was nothing unusual for an Artisan her age to still have next to no idea what craft they wanted to specialise in once they got to adulthood, but Daisy at least made up for that uncertainty with a fervent interest in making all sorts of little things or watching her caretakers do what they did best - and Lindar’s mechanical marvels were often high up on her list. 

@multi-universal-muses​

[the-purple-hero]

|| Continued from here || @multi-universal-muses

{🔥}—; Spyro still wanted to help him, but at the same time Nestor always knew what he was doing so he decided to heed his words after Sparx urged him to listen to the elder dragon and give him a chance. Although it didn’t stop the spirited little dragon from getting concerned over Nestor, but then he did something incredibly he hadn’t seen him do before.

Some kind of crimson light breath that completely destroyed all the darkness surrounding them, and Spyro held his wings up to block the bright light a moment. Only once it was over, Spyro looked back at Nestor who collapsed to his knees and he quickly made his way over to him. “Don’t worry, I’m alright but what about you, are you okay?”

[sicklewxlf]

"You plus me equals Rest in Peace." (Nathan - Main verse)

@multi-universal-muses

“I fail to follow what you mean. Also aren’t you the easter bunny’s son? Nathaniel was it?”

[rxpper-roo]

From Peabody and Jameson:

{💣}—; Roo smiled happily with such a kind gesture. "Thank you so much, for all your hospitality and kindness you've shown me." The blue kangaroo was truly grateful to the two of them.

[luteoflaughs]

A Song Of Forlorn

“Why did you call me out here? You only had to come over if you wanted something. What is it Lindy? Are you ok? If something is wrong then please tell me. Is it something I did? I am sorry if this is so, what can I do to help you?”

Over the last while Tomas had noticed that his friend wasn’t so happy as he used to be. Tomas felt he knew the reason, but admitting as such wasn’t within him. He was still holding in long kept emotions for Nestor afterall. Someone who refused to act for as long as he did was the worst person to ask for help. Tomas always felt himself to be lacking, even with all he did in his life he still felt no satisfaction.

What would it take for him to finally accept the kind words people said to him?

[twelvedozenterrors]

Helping Hands

multi-universal-muses:

(Lindar) Lindar chuckled at the hatchling’s show of energy and quickly stabilized her stool with a hand. “OK then, let’s settle down a little first so you can save all that pep for later. Trust me, you’ll need it. Now c’mon, let’s put everything back up.”

With that, the older dragon proceeded to return all his tools to their cases, whistling a merry tune while he did. Heck, he even went so far as to start wagging his tail like an excited puppy. OK, maybe he was a little excited, too, for later on. Who could rightfully blame him? It’d been so long since he got to go to an event like this one, and with how stressful things had been lately, this event would be a much welcome reprieve. Oh right, he hadn’t told Daisy yet. He shot the kid a meaningful gaze over his shoulder. “Nevin and Nils have got an artshow going on in Town Square. Although…a bit of a creative kind of artshow.”

Now both of the dragons had their tails going a million miles an hour.

On Lindar’s command - maybe a bit too literally - Daisy abandoned her bag on the stool and helped herself back onto the desk so she could follow him around, trying to help put the tools away but not achieving much more than some exercise.

The tot had brought something with her for a reason, so if she could go long enough without getting sidetracked then maybe it would occur to her to reveal what it was before they left.

That wasn’t going to happen anytime soon.

Daisy leaned over and began alternating between wanting to grab the bag or leap back onto the stool, only to be completely drawn away by the big announcement - all motion in her appendages stopped in a heartbeat while her head snapped back towards Lindar.

Those tiny eyes widened again in an instant. Just heading out to Town Square already sounded like a fun idea; it’d been a few weeks since her last visit, and the cherry on top was getting to see paintings at an actual art show instead of just admiring all the ones hanging up in Nevin’s castle-turned-gallery.

Now that would be an adventure!

Remembering his suggestion, the hatchling put conscious effort into settling down and uttered more indescernible noises - any attempts of keeping her tail still would end in catastrophic failure, unfortunately. For Daisy, being excited and lacking a wagging tail were mutually exclusive.

Considering that there was going to be plenty of fragile sculptures and paintings around, maybe it’d be better if she expended that energy before they arrived.