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[TEXT] - i have good news and bad news.[ betterxinxisrael ]

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[menofresolve]

LOUDEST MUSES AT PRESENT (in order of loudest to just loud):

STORM SHADOW; The Loudest™️

MILO MURPHY; Loud and Probably on the Verge of Disaster as Usual

BEN GATES; Loud and Probably Adventuring

AUGGIE ANDERSON; Loud and Snarky

Any muses over at @betterxinxisrael , which is kind of a split from his blog; EYAL LAVIN and MALACHI BEN-GIDON are loudest.

MYCROFT HOLMES; loud but picky

ARDETH BAY; loud but picky

JAI WILCOX; loud but picky

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ACTIVE MUSES

It’s been a minute since I updated this, but my most active muses at present are:

ANYA Anastasia Nikolaevna Romanova // @keepingupmycourage

Anastasia (1997) and the Broadway production of the same name; also now includes Anastasia (1956); takes into account historical research

OLGA NIKOLAEVNA ROMANOVA // @quietlydistinct

Based within Anastasia, the Broadway production; takes into account historical research. I intend for it to include Maria Nikolaevna at some point, but thus far Olga has been the loudest.

THE OPERA GHOST // @amonstrousphantom

Leroux’s The Phantom of the Opera with knowledge of the musical and preference toward Ramin Karimloo’s portrayal

IRENE ADLER // @thecleverestadversary

various Sherlock Holmes adaptions with a high preference toward Rachel McAdam’s portrayal in Sherlock Holmes (2009) and in its sequel, Sherlock Holmes: A Game of Shadows (2011)

SANCTUARY muses, canon & original // @onlyxthexchosen

This includes canon muses such as Nikola Tesla and John Druitt, as well as various other literary and historical figures as seen in The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen that have been adapted such as Doc Holliday, Captain Nemo, Alan Quartermain, Puck, etc. 

And if anyone is interested in non-historical/literary muses, I also have Eyal Lavin [ @betterxinxisrael ], a Mossad operative and Peter B. Parker/Spider-Man [ @maybetoomanytimes ] from Marvel’s Into the Spider-Verse.

Consider this a plotting call, however, for any of these muses. I still have some replies and other things I’ll be getting worked out, but I’m always happy to plot!

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Because we all need this picture of T.J Ramini in our lives. :’) i cant even with him. rofl. @betterxinxisrael Malachi making this face in the kitchen to make Yael and Naomi laugh. 

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2. BBC Sherlock: Sally? 4. NCIS: Ziva? (Or is it Malachi??? *squinty eyes*) 9. Teen Titans: Raven??

Guess my top 10 characters

Oh you’re no fun :P You cheater xDDD (you know meeeeee)

1. OITNB

2. BBC Sherlock: Sally ( sass master sally, aka sassy sally, though I freaking love Watson too like he has the best remarks eva.)

3. Merlin

4. NCIS: Ziva ( though I feel like Ziva and Malachi are tied)

5. How to get away with murder

6. Harry Potter

7. Nurse Jackie

8. The Hunger Games

9. Teen Titans: Raven (nough said.)

10. Adventure time

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KNOWING YOUR PARTNER WELL CAN POTENTIALLY MAKE WRITING TOGETHER A LOT EASIER.

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Tagged by: n/a

1. BASICS

NAME: Tali (alias) PRONOUNS: She/her/they SEXUALITY: Bisexual  ZODIAC SIGN:  Scorpio TAKEN OR SINGLE: Single THREE FACTS : 1.)  Bilingual - English & Spanish 2.) Sings (secretly on the DL) 3.)  I taught myself HTML & CSS ( nerd I know :P )

2. EXPERIENCE

HOW LONG (MONTHS/YEARS?): 10 years ( how I managed to pass sixth-grade English ) PLATFORMS YOU’VE USED: omg so many! Ning was where I started, let's see, ProBoards, JCINK, Zetaboards/InvisionFree, Skype, MSN, YIM, AOL, Tumblr (recently), Roleplayer.me, texting. Think that is it? Lolol 
BEST EXPERIENCE: Oh man, hmm my first RP group was a Harry Potter roleplay site. First one I ever did, my favourite, awesome group of gals my age, it was great. Also here on Tumblr I’ve had some pretty great experiences, I’ve been well received to most all the fandoms I’ve joined! 

3. MUSE  PREFERENCES

FEMALE OR MALE: Male, I find myself enjoying writing for male muses more than females. I just feel like in my experience the males never get any love. (This coming from someone who started on forums and there were never ENOUGH male muses)  MULTI OR SINGLE:  Eh toss up. I think limiting myself to single causes me to miss out on other great possibilities but when I find a mun that I click with and our muses mesh it’s a match made in heaven than single ship is deff the way to go!

4.  WRITING  PREFERENCES

FLUFF, ANGST OR SMUT:  Angst, hahaha I like throwing my characters into the furnace and seeing how long the last. Call me cruel. 

PLOTS OR MEMES:

LONG OR SHORT REPLIES: To be honest I love writing book length replies. LOL. I love long replies. Though I at times have admired short replies and the punch the can pack with such concise word choice and flow. 

BEST TIME TO WRITE:  Oh gosh this changes depending on my schedule but I feel like when I am stressed ( no logic there right! ) it is motivation for me to write and just escape real life drama. Usually in the evening or late afternoon’s. 


ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S):  No! Haha I can identify with them and that is what I use as a means to write for each muse. I think there are qualities in the muses that I pick that reflect my own personality, but I do my best to portray their story and stay true to the canon while adding my own personal interpretation. Cheers!

TAGGING: @betterxinxisrael , @jollyhooper, @bbcmycroft, @belgravianbitch, @vxctorx , @amanandgoodatit  and anyone else who would like too.

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An unwelcome visitor

@betterxinxisrael @aliiability { continued x }

With the oven mitts she placed their meal on the stove top turning off the oven. Her shoulder’s tensed up as she slowly turned around to face towards Eyal giving him a look of doubt. Annie Walker was nothing but trouble, destruction followed her very path. She remembered the conversations they once had about the CIA agent..the CIA she forced the painful memory away. The agency reminded her of Ray..she couldn’t help hate everyone and anyone involved. 

     ‘ If she shows up here, do not expect me to be  s i  l e n t. She has no right.’ 

They were happy, with their family and beautiful home. The last thing they needed was someone disturbing the peace. 

     ‘ The warning--it is much appreciated, what ever her reasons..put an end to it. Cut your ties and be done. There is nothing left to offer or give.’ 

Annie Walker was a ghost and ghosts were left to you past and that is where she deserved to stay. 

  ‘ Lunch is r e a d y , Ahavat. I’ll go wake the kids.’ 

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Alright! So! I have most of my blogs set up with all but bios at this point, it’s my day off, and I’m here for the day, I think. 

I also think I owe a couple of replies across my accounts, but if anybody wants to start a new thread or plot, I’m absolutely here for it!

Muses I’m really feeling today:

THE PHANTOM // @amonstrousphantom

ANYA // @keepingupmycourage

MYCROFT HOLMES // @artxinxthexblood

IRENE ADLER // @thecleverestadversary

SIR PERCY BLAKENEY // @demmedxelusive

My Sanctuary Multi where you can find NIKOLA TESLA, JOHN DRUITT, DOC HOLLIDAY, etc. // @onlyxthexchosen

And, not technically historically, but if anyone wants a snarky Mossad operative who frequently travels, Eyal Lavin (the best part of USA’s Covert Affairs, honestly) is also awake at @betterxinxisrael.  

If anybody wants anything, feel free to message me here! I might post some starter calls at the various accounts in just a minute!

[kidonassxssin]

“ You really need to stop drinking. I’m serious. ” [ betterxinxisrael ]

@betterxinxisrael

A light chortle escaped the gruff man, as deep brown eyes attempted to fixate on the near empty bottle of Kentucky bourbon. His chest tingled as the burn of the amber liquid warmed his chest. ‘ Y--your..your n-not my I-ima.’ (mom) he finally slurred out. Too drunk to really rip into Eyal. 

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{betterxinxisrael}

The overall complications she was having with her pregnancy had her down. She was scared for her child, and abnormally moody. The hormones and stress were beginning to eat at her. She stood in the doorway of the baby’s nursery lingering..the thought of a miscarriage was horrifying. What would she tell Eyal? What would she tell his mother? their friends? family?  It would only be another thing she could not handle.

Her arms wrapped around herself trying to protect herself from the unwanted emotions she was feeling. She was doing her best to suppress hysterics that were sure to alert her husband to her change of mood. Ziva didn’t want him to worry, his school work was stressful as it was without her causing him more trouble.

She had been standing there for quite sometime, no time seemed to pass in her mind. She had zoned out, staring at nothing..until she felt as though she couldn’t breath, she snapped out of her daze only to realize that the heaviness she had been feeling earlier was only the comfort of her husband’s loving arms. A sigh she hadn’t known she had been holding in finally escaped raw lips. She had been biting at her bottom lip ever since she got the news..

Smiling a little she leaned back into his embrace, shifting only so she could face him and bury her face in his chest. Her chocolate brown eyes deceived her often while he was around. They conveyed her hurt, worry, fear and sadness. Tears began to well, as she laid her head on his chest. Wrapping frail arms around his middle. “I’m fine.” she finally uttered. Eyal was no fool, and she wasn’t imply such she just needed time. She didn’t want to ruin this moment, this precious moment with her worries.

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my dearest pal, haha what a name right? Ily

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☞ Maat

send me ☞ + a character to see how i would portray them.

{ for the record, i know nothing of ma’at save what’s on this blog. }

She paused, only the sound of her own breath in her ears, her hands planted firmly on her knees, and looked up; the early morning sun, long since risen, danced between the leaves and colored the park in pale pastel hues that one poet would call “lovely,” the next “haunting,” a third “disgraceful.” The sunrise held no mystery for her. Nor did the noon, sunset, midnight, stars, spring, winter, lakes, rivers, sands, desserts, forests, or fires. These things were knowable.

Humanity was not.

What had arrested Ma’at’s attention was not the sun smiling through the trees in the park, but the young man in their midst coaxing a stray down a high branch. Unless he climbed up the tree himself, Ma’at knew, the cat would not be coming down this day.And still he stood there, clicking his tongue and cooing “here, kitty, kitty; here, kitty, kitty” as though the stubborn beast might be tempted into taking a leap of faith in by way of his gentle nature.

She watched, and waited for him to surprise her. Waited for him and sigh and pull off his backpack, waited for him to grab hold of a limb and hoist himself off. Instead, after a few moments’ more effort, he swiped one hand at the air and muttered, “Forget you, then,” walking off and grumbling about idiot animals in trees.

Ma’at breathed heavily through her nose and hung her head in brief disappointment, before pushing off her knees and starting her daily run again. Humanity might not be knowable--but it was predictable.

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I really need to go to bed like yesterday. Okay.

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The Israelis… in text posts

Part Two: Eyal Lavin || @betterxinxisrael

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"Stop. You're limping." [ betterxinxisrael ]

Ellie groaned and leaned against the nearest support. “I think I may have twisted my ankle.” She groaned in pain. “It hurts a lot, Eyal.”