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#HELGA NACHTIGALL  •  i don’t think i could have been this happy anywhere else.
lovehurried · 2 years
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tag drop.    f  +  g  +  h  +  i.
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lovehurried · 3 years
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muse tag dump  -  h + i + j + k.
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lovehurried · 4 years
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@themercifulmother​ said:          ❔
•  MEME  •  Send ❔ & I’ll list some muses I’d like to throw at yours!  •  accepting!
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Allison Hargreeves.  I was reading through your verses, and Didi’s Drowning in Your Thoughts verse really struck me here. Although Allison grows up knowing about her powers, her own guardian is controlling and distant, and once she’s able to she leaves behind her life as a ‘hero’ and tries to keep her powers locked down while she pursues a career as an actress. The contrast between Allison being raised to believe her powers were the only valuable part of her, and Didi being raised to believe she was normal, and yet them both having a certain lack of control over their powers and reluctance to embrace them is really interesting to me!
Helga Nachtigall.  I was also looking through your headcanons, and that’s when the idea of Helga knowing Didi came to mind. Helga also started dancing at a young age, and it remains one of her main sources of happiness as she grows up. I have a couple of modern verses I need to write up for her, but I’m always open to adding more; I figure they could meet either at classes when they’re younger, or at college.
Miriam Maisel.  Though Midge grows up as an affluent Upper West Side socialite, once her comedy career starts picking up and she goes on tour as the support to Shy Baldwin, she ends up becoming a favourite performer of a mob boss who has stakes in a hotel / casino in Vegas. I can definitely see ways of adapting this to multiple verses of yours, especially as most of what I write with Midge keeps her centred in New York anyway.
Natasha Isley.  As with Helga, I still need to write up Tasha’s modern verses, but. When she’s younger she’s a dancer, but has to give that up after she gets sick. Once she recovers she goes into acting, and once she becomes properly famous she uses her status to aid various philanthropic endeavours. I can definitely envision her crossing paths with Delores.
(Temp bios for Helga and Tasha are here until I get my act together and actually finish my pages!)
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lovehurried · 4 years
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T.WITTER STARTER CALL  •  @heavytm​
She isn’t usually the first one in the club. That accolade usually belongs to Victor, but Helga is almost entirely certain that he (and most of the other employees who make their home in the apartments above the cabaret) found someone else’s bed to sleep in after last night’s performance.
But Helga - dutiful, quiet Helga - has taken it upon herself to finish cleaning the place up. She loves this time of day, loves the calm hours in the morning before her found family all start trickling in to rehearse, but the tranquillity is shattered by the most ungodly noise from the courtyard behind the club.
She freezes in the middle of restocking the bar, hoping to hear the Emcee’s footsteps as he came down from the top floor to see what had woken him. After a few moments, though, her concern overrides her fear, and she sets the bottles she was holding down so that she can investigate things for herself.
Upon opening the back door, she stops in her tracks. She can’t really make sense of the sight she’s been greeted with, but she finally speaks once she registers that there’s a boy clambering out of the-- is that a car?
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“Geht es Ihnen gut?”
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lovehurried · 4 years
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T.WITTER STARTER CALL  •  @nervecheck​  •  Dina Samalha
She’s a little intimidated by the other woman. Not because of anything she’s done, of course; it’s just that Helga is a little wary of strangers when she doesn’t have one of the others with her. She’s ended up on duty behind the bar for the early part of the evening, which is usually alright because she only ends up serving regulars. Tonight, though, she’s not been so lucky.
But she trusts the Emcee’s judgement when it comes to their patrons, and she’s seen the way the stranger watches them as they dance. The memory of that makes her a little braver, as she approaches her.
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“What would you like to drink, Fräulein?”
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lovehurried · 3 years
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CHARACTER SHEET
TAGGED BY  •  @destinymastered​  ♥ TAGGING  •  anyone who wants to do it!
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BASICS
FULL NAME  •  Helga Ottilia Amsel. PREFERRED  /  STAGE NAME  •  Helga Nachtigall. NICKNAMES  •  Helle. Hellechen (diminutive). Kleine Nachtigall / Little Nightingale (predominantly by Micah). HEIGHT  •  5′3″. AGE  •  18 - 19 in canon. Written any age between 16 - 22. ZODIAC  •  Pisces. LANGUAGES  •  German (native; fluent). English (fluent). French (minimal).
PHYSICAL CHARACTERISTICS
HAIR COLOUR  •  Light golden blonde. EYE COLOUR  •  Baby blue. SKIN TONE  •  Very fair, with pink undertones. BODY TYPE  •  Very slight. Long limbs. Shoulders slightly wider than hips. ACCENT  •  Standard German, with a slight, soft Bavarian edge. She actually tends more towards a Berliner dialect / slang, though. Her parents (snobbishly) dissuaded their children from using slang, so it wasn’t until Helga moved to Berlin that she really began using any. She is particularly formal and polite though, unless she is very comfortable around someone. DOMINANT HAND  •  Right. POSTURE  •  Impeccable, thanks to years of ballet. She always stands and sits straight. Often crosses her legs at the ankle. TATTOOS  •  None. MOST NOTABLE FEATURES  •  The contrast of her otherwise pale colouring with her bright eyes. Her long hair, despite the popular fashion for cutting it shorter. The way she scrunches her nose when she laughs.
CHILDHOOD
PLACE OF BIRTH  •  Munich, Germany. HOMETOWN  •  Munich, Germany. BIRTH WEIGHT  •  6lbs 8oz. FIRST WORDS  •  In order: Mama. Papa. Ja. Nein. Mein. Then her siblings’ names. SIBLINGS  •  Rudolf ‘Rudi’ Amsel (oldest brother). Johannes ‘Hans’ Amsel (second oldest brother). Franz Amsel (third oldest brother). Klara Amsel (older sister). Otto Amsel (fourth oldest brother). All estranged. PARENTS  •  Adele Amsel, née Lohmann (mother; estranged). Erich Amsel (father; estranged). PARENTAL INVOLVEMENT  •  Her mother was more involved in the day-to-day raising of the children, but Helga always felt that her father treated them more affectionately. A lot of maternal affection came from their nanny, Maria.
ADULT LIFE
OCCUPATION  •  A performer at the Kit Kat Klub cabaret. CURRENT RESIDENCE  •  Schöneberg, Berlin, Germany. CLOSE FRIENDS  •  Micah Dürr (employer; close friend). Rosa ‘Rosie’ Fischer. (colleague; close friend). Abigail ‘Texas’ Chapman (colleague; close friend).  RELATIONSHIP STATUS  •  Single. FINANCIAL STATUS  •  She grew up as part of the upper middle classes, but is firmly working class once she has settled in Berlin. DRIVER’S LICENSE  •  No. CRIMINAL RECORD  •  No. 
SEX & ROMANCE
SEXUAL ORIENTATION  •  Demisexual. ROMANTIC ORIENTATION  •  Demiromantic. PREFERRED EMOTIONAL ROLE  •  submissive  |  dominant  |  switch  |  unsure PREFERRED SEXUAL ROLE  •  submissive  |  dominant  |  switch  |  sex repulsed LIBIDO  •  Average. TURN ONS  •  Kindness. Good conversation. Honesty. Loyalty. Humour. TURN OFFS  •  Cruelness. Bigotry. Lying. Materialism. Arrogance. LOVE LANGUAGE(S)  •  Words of Affirmation / Acts of Service (giving). Words of Affirmation / Physical Touch (receiving). RELATIONSHIP TENDENCIES  •  Unlike a lot of her colleagues and friends, Helga doesn’t tend to engage in casual relationships. Partly as a result of her estrangement from her family (and finding a new one in Berlin), she’s reluctant to let anyone new into her circle - or rather, her heart. But when she does find someone she loves, she tends to be a very loving, romantic partner. She values small moments of intimacy over big, showy gestures, and appreciates privacy rather than parading her relationship around for the world to see.
MISCELLANEOUS
CHARACTER’S THEME SONG  •  Nightingale, by Laura Viers. HOBBIES TO PASS THE TIME  •  Dancing. Listening to music. Reading. Stargazing. Spending time with her friends, doing nothing much at all. MENTAL ILLNESSES  •  In modern verses, she has a diagnosed anxiety disorder. PHYSICAL ILLNESSES  •  None. LEFT OR RIGHT BRAINED  •  Right brained. FEARS  •  Being alone. Trusting the wrong people. Spiders. SELF CONFIDENCE LEVEL  •  It fluctuates. She’s a little shy when she’s on her own, offstage, but if she’s with her friends or she’s performing she’s much more self-confident. VULNERABILITIES  •  Her family - both found, and biological.
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lovehurried · 4 years
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AESTHETICS: COLOURS EDITION
TAGGED BY  •  @destinymastered​​​  ♥ TAGGING  •  anyone else who wants to do it!
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BLUE
Cloudless sky.  Ocean waves.  Winter dusk.  Deserted rest stops.  Dust filled book jackets.  Sea salt in your lungs.  Open space lofts.  Mountainside meditation.  Empty ski lodges.  Calm before storms.  Electric charged air.  Lighthouses.  Road trips with no destination.  Desert skies.  Summer breeze through a cottage window.  Cool air against water soaked skin.  Seaside towns during off season.  Wind-chimes.  Big bed with lots of blankets.  Coming home after a long time away.  A wolf howling in the distance.  Fingers dancing along spine.  A hug from an old friend.  Afternoon tea.  Wild flowers off abandoned highways.
RED
Wine soaked lips.  Internalised rage.  Blood on knuckles.  Four poster beds.  Barefoot on marble floor.  Velvet drapes.  Lipstick marks.  Murder mysteries.  Old barns with hay lofts.  Mouth full of weapons.  Love.  Dark chocolate.  Apple orchard visits.  Handwritten letters.  Fresh strawberry fields.  Cherry flavoured chapstick.  Soft candlelight.  Vintage pumps.  Tingles over your body.  Strong but gentle hand around your throat.  Scarf tied over your eyes.  Fog on a rainy night.  Intimate bar settings.  Complete destruction.  Kiss swollen lips.  Scratches against flesh.  Sitting by a fireplace.  Blood orange sunsets.
YELLOW
Community gardens.  Sunflower seeds.  Open fields.  Blowing dandelion fluffs.  Bubbles in spring.  Warm champagne.  Draughty cottages opened after winter.  Soft buzzing near your ear.  Loose braids.  Flaxen sundresses.  Handmade straw hats.  Warm butter on fresh toast.  Daisy chains.  Drum circles.  Sun on your face.  Maypoles.  Outdoor festivals.  Street food.  Car shows.  Pop art drawings.  Fruity flavours.  Mist on produce.  Running through sprinklers.  Cucumber water.  Wrap around porches.  Worn pages of a book.  Honey in tea.  Yard sales.  Freckled skin.  Tarnished gold lockets.  Angel food cake.  Windmills.  Flashlight beams.
GREEN
Marshy swamps.  Cajun recipes.  Haunted graveyards.  Old road signs.  The house people tell stories about.  Lights flickering.  Jazz music.  Twig snapping.  Campfires.  Ghost stories.  Urban exploration.  Vines creeping up brick.  Wooden flutes.  Quiet forests.  Laboured breaths.  Hiking trails.  Rain on leaves.  Bonfires.  Fresh smoothies.  Water logged grotto.  Painful whispers from jealous lovers.  Successful business ventures.  Leaky cellars.  Park theatre productions.  Mint scented lotions.  Ambitious promises.  Pine needle covered floor.  Oil lanterns.  Aloe on warmed skin.  Crushing floral foam.  Forgotten towns.
BLACK
Crinkle of leather jacket.  Midnight walks.  Bulbs burning out.  Black lacquered nails.  The sound of bats screeching.  Distant marching band music.  Noises when you’re home alone.  Blood soaked knife.  Dark lipstick on pale skin.  Scent of sulphur.  Soot on boots.  Slasher movies.  Glint of cat eyes in the dark.  Oil slicks on dark asphalt.  Basement bedrooms.  Investigating a noise.  Grainy camera footage.  Black and white photos.  Dust filled attics.  Empty theatres.  Whistling in the middle of the night.  Scratches at your window.  Wrought iron gates.  Lace neck ruffles.  Long floor sweeping skirts.  Broken music boxes.  Needle scratching on vinyl.  Lost memories.  Disembodied voices.  Forgotten faces.
WHITE
Crisp scents.  Laundry on a line.  Fleece blankets.  Brightly lit hospital rooms.  Empty train stations.  Genuine leather.  Feathers against skin.  New life.  Cotton dresses.  Log cabins in winter.  Swan gliding through water.  Harp music floating through the air.  Plane rides for fun.  Mountain tops.  Ice sculptures.  First snowflake of winter.  Linen freshly pressed.  The scent of a running dryer.  Vanilla and cinnamon milk.  A smile from a stranger.  Letters in the mail.  A longing finally satiated.  Kiss of moonlight on skin.  Fresh canvas.  Snow glittering like diamonds.  Paint strokes.  Pretty lie told from a kind mouth.  Sparklers.  Coffee foam art.
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lovehurried · 4 years
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TAG DROP  •  Helga Nachtigall (1/4)
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