#buscarparamivida

[hatigave]

THE GASH ACROSS THE FLESH of his side burns. A vengeful reminder of the sting of a blade as it bleeds crimson and brown. Dried blood and mud a combination he has grown all too familiar with now. He wants a drink, mostly because he wants to wash the taste of defeat out of his mouth. The tip of his tongue darts across his bottom lip when he looks at the woman in front of him; MOUTH OPENS AND CLOSES IN AN ATTEMPT TO FIND WORDS. None come out, leaving him gulping like a fish out of water. The palm of his hand is pressed against the wound on his side, whenever he moves it, it comes back red and stained. Not his finest moment.

❝ It seems I might be in need of some assistance if you would be so kind. ❞ He mumbles through gritted teeth, feeling the way his legs sway suddenly underneath the weight of his frame. The earth is suddenly dangerously close as they give out from underneath him.

@buscarparamivida

[livesinthebalance]

A multimuse for canon, adapted, and original characters — all set within the Overwatch universe.

CARRD // VERSES // MEMES

carrd template credit to poohsources.

[todoslosdiasdemivida]

My Current Overwatch blogs:

@todoslosdiasdemivida

@livesinthebalance

@ataleoftwodragons

@opposingphilosophies

@thelifeweaver

[ Almost all of them are at least slightly under construction, whether about pages, verse pages, or almost everything in the case of the last two. Because, yes, I continue to be a Menace. ]

And one blog that has a verse for Overwatch:

@buscarparamivida

[quick-drawn]

Did they have lots of friends as a child? Did they keep any of their childhood friends into adulthood?

Super detailed questions about your OCs

Colton was considered a pretty easygoing kid growing up. He participated in his fair share of mischief and squabbles among others, but overall, he was a fairly calm, likeable person.

He was curious, and kind...never very outspoken, but always the first to stand up for others when they, themselves couldn't. Most of his friends were the kids most others would avoid on the play ground, for one reason or another. It's how he made most of his friends, actually — Colton easily being considered a bit of an ODDBALL himself when he was younger.

He was always bigger and taller than the others his age. His interests were never lined up with his peers and his thoughts and actions resembled those grades ahead of him...it shocked most, usually, after they find out just how YOUNG he was. It was partially due to him growing up on the farm, and having to take care of his mother at such a young age since his father was never around — just another thing that separated him from the other kids his own age. To have the responsibility of LIFE sit upon such young shoulders...

— you either adapt and grow up fast or end up CRUSHED by the weight of it all. And for the farm, for his mother, he had no other choice.

That separation was his introduction into the crowd of misfits and outliers he'd later call his FRIENDS. But they were usually few and far in between.

He really only had a few that stuck around through the years — one he remembers, her name was ISABELLA. But she'd let him call her Bella, after an incident in second grade where he was the only one to stop and help her with her tray after she'd tripped and fell in the lunch room one day. She'd end up gravitating towards him a bit after that — an outsider would even say she might've liked him, to which Colton wouldn't argue. He's old enough now to admit that he maybe even liked her too. They'd stick together through the years, at least until around fifth grade, when her parent's up and moved. He hasn't seen or spoken to her since. ( If he'd take the time to look into it, he'd find it was due to her father joining the ranks of a freshly founded Overwatch. )

Outside of that, friendships would typically come and go.

He was homeschooled after moving to Texas — it was just easier on everyone at the time, but it made things like making friends DIFFICULT. Namely because he hardly left the property unless it was to go to market or stock up on groceries — at least until a few months in when it came time to refill his mother's prescriptions.

He'd cause a ruckus at the pharmacy, after the clerk rightfully refused to give the 11 year old with no ID her script. And, after literally getting kicked to the curb by security, a bystander he'd get to know as MIRA ( @buscarparamivida ) helped him to his feet. They'd become close friends — Mira toting along her younger brother Teo and older half-brother Arman, they'd all grow almost inseparable as they banded together to keep the farm running and Colton's mother in decent health. They'd stand by his side through it all, thick and thin, even after his mother passed and Colton completely immersed himself into the Deadlock Gang.

They all meet up again from time to time throughout his life, from his time with the gang, blackwatch, and even after assuming his position as Commander. While he'd argue they're definitely more so FAMILY, they're really the only friendships he's been able to sustain from his childhood.

[dishonestlyhonest]

As I am in the process of getting my affairs in order here and at the various new PotC blogs—since this particular hyperfixation has cycled back to me this hard for the first time in… fifteen years, at least?—here is a list of PotC blogs that are set up or soon to be once I finish the graphics for two of them.

Hopefully, the graphics will be done by this weekend, but the icons and the muses are already good to go.

PIRATES OF THE CARIBBEAN

@dishonestlyhonest // CAPTAIN Jack Sparrow

@theruinationofman // James Norrington

@abushelofapples // Hector Barbossa [ currently rewatching the films so url is subject to change, but that's the current ]

@porelpecadodelorgullo // Capitán Armando Salazar

PotC ADJACENT / VERSES AVAILABLE

@buscarparamivida // a small family of Roma original characters; verse available

@wildheartedwanderers // multimuse for various pirates from varying fandoms as well as original characters

@unleashthekraken // Elias Strandt, an ancient being, a kraken capable of taking human form; verse available

@strifeisgood // Edward Teach / Blackbeard of Black Sails; verse available

@ofthedeathdance // Tristan of King Arthur (2004); verse available

MYTHOLOGIES

[ because Pirates of the Caribbean gets into at least a few of them ]

@poseidonasphaleius // Poseidon of Greek myth

@hadesagesilaos // Hades of Greek myth; Thanatos is a side character on blog

@hermesmechaniotes // Hermes of Greek myth

@thehomeofmyths // multimuse of Greek myth; among these can be found Zeus [from Immortals], Athena, Apollo, and Eros, as well as Circe, Chiron, Argus, and the Oracle.

@foreverofbalance // Ma'at of Egyptian myth

@beingofchaos // Apep of Egyptian myth

@knowerofsecretthings // Djehuty of Egyptian myth

There may be others that I get back up and running again, but for now, that's the lot of them.

If anybody has any interest in any of them, just let me know!

[thesilenceafter]

All of this hype around Epic [ the musical about Odysseus, not that movie from forever ago ] is going to end up making me add my mythology blogs on top of the historical/literary ones I'm already bringing back, isn't it?

Yeahhhhhhh. I know it will. Cut to the chase I guess. As I set back up, these blogs will be slowly brought up to speed and/or restructured as time, wherewithal, and work allows. The current focus is:

Gleb [ whose carrd is almost finished ]

a few other historical and literature-based blogs: @keepingupmycourage - Anya of Anastasia @amonstrousphantom - The Phantom of the Opera @buscarparamivida - a Roma OC multi [ three muses, one central the other two mostly as support ] @demmedxelusive - Sir Percival Blakeney, baronet of The Scarlet Pimpernel

and some more are available with interest and/or plotting: @quietlydistinct - Olga and Maria Romanov @roidestruands - Clopin from Hunchback of Notre Dame @thecleverestadversary - Irene Adler from Sherlock Holmes @onlytolerable - Elizabeth Bennet from Pride and Prejudice @onlyxthexchosen - a multi set within the SciFi show Sanctuary @thegirlsleuth - Nancy Drew from the Nancy Drew Mystery series

Then I will look at getting any of this properly updated/set up that aren't already. [ Some are completely ready to go and some not far from it, so if one of these piques any interest, just let me know. ]

PERCY JACKSON-based: @legacyofamazons - demigod OC @unmitigatedmischief - Travis Stoll, child of Hermes

GREEK: @hadesagesilaos - Hades @hermesmechaniotes - Hermes @ruthlessnessismercy - Odysseus @thehomeofmyths - A catch-all multi that includes Zeus, Poseidon, Athena, Apollo, Thanatos, Eros, Chiron, Argus, and an Oracle.

EGYPTIAN: @beingofchaos - Apep / Apophis @foreverofbalance - Ma'at @knowerofsecretthings - Djehuty / Thoth

MISCELLANEOUS: @unleashthekraken - the Kraken

[walkingshcdow-a]

@buscarparamivida | Gleb & Mira

Walking home from one job to sleep before having to continue scouting for a second, Gleb Vaganov made his brisk way down the side streets of Paris, trying his best to avoid the Champs Elysee and absolutely anywhere populated by White Russians. Working for them has shown Gleb just how human the aristocracy was, but also how much resentment they held towards anyone who sided with the Red Russians during the Revolution, even if they - even if Gleb, more specifically - renounced that life, that other self. He’d overheard the Baron and Baroness whose children he tutored arguing about him only this morning.

“He can repent all he wants,” the baroness said. “But that doesn’t bring the dead back to life, Viktor!”

Gleb had decided against making his presence known and instead spent the day in the company of their twins, helping them with their English and arithmetic. Spending time with them, even though they were nine years old, was refreshing. The daughter was inquisitive, and always presented Gleb with a list of questions before lessons began. The son was active, and could needle Gleb into kicking a ball outside with him on particularly sunny days. If anyone in Leningrad could guess where Gleb was now and what he did for a living, he’d eat his shoes. Sometimes, he did not recognize himself in the mirror. Rested, fed, happy  he looked healthy for the first time in his life - not only strong, but smiling and alive. The deadness behind his eyes, which had lingered his first few months in Paris had faded. His gaze sparked with life and curiosity. There were nights when he slept and he found that he dreamed, not of the Neva, but the cherry-lined Seine. Russian in Paris did not sound like home, but instead like a place he could not return to. Often, he walked past people speaking his native tongue, not responding, only because he knew the baroness was not a singular case: many Russians in Paris saw Gleb as a traitor. Home for him was no longer a place, but a feeling.

But, still, he felt a sense of belonging, even if not with the White Russians. Gleb Vaganov thrived with routine and had imposed one upon himself, beyond his tutoring schedule. He visited the same cafes on certain days; he ran specific errands at regular intervals. He did not concern himself with tourist traps. He walked the same routes, only varying when he felt a little adventurous, restless.

Today, he was restless. He wished he wasn’t so alone in the world, but in his solitude, he could at least siphon out freedom and explore his new city. He wandered Paris aimlessly, keeping landmarks in mind and in sight to ease his walk home. He paused to admire a window display of books when a warm arm slipped into his. Gleb stiffened. He looked at his right and saw a petite woman with dark hair and eyes and a smile on her lips. It’d be mischievous except for the look in her eyes. If it wasn’t broad daylight he might have known this routine: prostitute sees a man, alone and tells him he’s the loneliest things she’s seen and for the right price, she’ll give him company. But it was broad daylight. He still carried himself with the assuredness of a soldier. If that did not keep whores away, his accent surely would. Everyone knew that Russian immigrants, with very few exceptions had little to offer. What was this woman’s angle? She looked almost pleading as she met Gleb’s gaze. She was no street hooker. She was, perhaps, a frightened young woman. Gleb bit his lip. He tried to smile.

“Are you all right?” he asked quietly. “You seem… rattled.”

[mariasilenciosa-blog]

@buscarparamivida starter

Captain Salazar was seldom far from the responsibilities of duty, whether he was at sea or on dry land. 

He and the crew of El Maria Silenciosa had made port some days ago, an ordered week’s reprieve from the strains of their hunting. His men behaved as most normal men did, taking the opportunity to enjoy the sights and indulgences of the Mediterranean port city. They were navy men when called to duty; Armando Salazar was a navy man every hour of his life. 

It was for this reason that his reprieve time was spent seeking out a specfic someone, a name that had become as infamous as it was synonymous with piracy. Captain Barbossa was all but confirmed to be a privateer in the service of England, but as it was Salazar's job to destroy pirates regardless of their woven excuses or alleged national loyalty, he intended to investigate for the legitimacy of this claim himself.

It was better that he do so at port, as crossing paths upon the sea could be an almost immediate act of aggression. Barbossa did, after all, have the damned Letters of Marque shielding him like a flimsy sort of armor. Salazar, grudgingly, had to respect this.

There were, however, no rules or 'shields' standing between him and a more clever form of underhanded, conversational warfare. This is why Salazar chose not to seek out Barbossa specifically, despite knowing he was here, but instead his reportedly hot-tempered wife against whom he had allegedly committed several indecent acts. Said wife was also rumored to be a fellow Spaniard; Salazar assumed that a combination of shared national pride and his aptitude at charming women would reward him with something he could use, some clue to the fact that the former pirate captain was violating the Letters that protected him. Better to use what he could to end Barbossa's reign before any more damage could be done. After all, Salazar didn't believe privateers to be any less of a lit fuse than unashamed pirates.

He knew he'd have to be discerning when seeking said woman out, as he had nothing to go on but vague descriptors. He was certain though that God or fate or both would cause their paths to cross sooner or later, for the betterment of everyone and everything.

His search was suddenly suspended as he strolled closer to the harbor, along a length of wall that spanned the coast. The busyness of the port city spilled over a bit into this area, and if he hadn't been scanning the crowds he might have missed sight of the woman who was being harrassed by a larger man. He never liked seeing a man impose himself in anyway on a woman, nor did he like seeing a woman in distress, but it was the word that was uttered then that made his blood boil. It was a word he knew well, one that had been launched at him, his mother and their siblings several times despite her mostly successful efforts to keep their identity hidden.

Nothing could hold him back now. He stormed over and imposed himself between the man and woman, caring very little for what the context of the situation was, for the specifics of their relationship, if any.

"Señor, I would advise you offer the lady a sincere apology for your coarse words and, if she wishes it, leave her be. This is the only warning I will give before you will be answering to my sword. I am a Captain in the Armada Española, extensively trained. If you defy me, your death is ensured."

[livesinthebalance]

Okay, for now I may keep Mira over on her sideblog but she absolutely has an Overwatch verse now.

Mirela can be found here @buscarparamivida , and her generalized bio is HERE.

For Overwatch, her family lived and traveled mainly within Spain, France, and Germany but with the Omnic Crisis, they became refugees, eventually winding up in the United States.

From there, they made their way out west—their primary language is Spanish [ at least that they'll speak with/in front of non-Roma ] though their English is also quite good—and there they largely remain, though their location is subject to change and can be easily shifted for purposes of a plot.

Anyway, Mira is the muse that I've apparently had for ten years as of this month, and I still adore her. If anyone is interested in plotting, I'm definitely here for it.

[todoslosdiasdemivida]

If you want something from me when I get home in thirty of so minutes—let's say it's a call for memes/starters to be thrown into your inbox—and you're fine with a RANDOM MUSE from here, @livesinthebalance , @buscarparamivida or @ataleoftwodragons [ inspiration dependent ] LIKE THIS POST.

[walkingshcdow-a]

@buscarparamivida

How common it has become for Gleb to remain with them to share their evening meal following an afternoon of work. The four of them seated around the table and sometimes sitting together afterwards. And then Gleb would take his leave of them, to return to his own home that he might rest for the following day to begin his regimen anew.

And yet… it happens on occasion, that he lingers even past when Arman and Teo excuse themselves to bed. Perhaps it is the peacefulness of the night or the conversation, sometimes light and pleasant, sometimes confounding or through-provoking, but always worthwhile. Perhaps it is even simply that they are two souls too awake to sleep and too alone to part company so early and leave so many hours to the solitude of the night.

Regardless, there are nights when he remains for a time longer and those are the nights she likes best.

Nights such as this.

They sit close together on the couch before the fireplace. Silence had fallen a short time ago and yet neither had felt the need to rise to their feet or draw the night to a close, content simply for the company.

At last, however, he speaks again, peripherally related to the topic they had last discussed and yet, she can hear in his voice, in the quiet admission, that it is more than their previous light conversation.

And the words themselves, they way they are spoken, it breaks her heart a little to hear. She does not know everything about her friend, but she has gathered some. She knows that his life before Paris had not been easy. That there are times he seems so very distant or as though some memory or ghost weighs upon him still… What weighs upon him tonight, she cannot know but he has started them on this path and she will not shy away from it.

“… How difficult it mus’ be for you to rise from your bed ev’ry morning if that es what you truly believe…” she begins, her own voice quiet and soft, gaze downcast for a moment before she looks to him again. She searches his face, his body language, whatever she might, to attempt to discern. To navigate what could be treacherous waters.

But Mira cannot simply accept his words for fact, or to hear them spoken and say nothing which would be a complicity in such a view that she could not tolerate.

“I have love’ life too dearly––an’ at times, fought too hard to keep it––to think it so cruel an’ so terrible as you say. Life es wha’ we make of it. What others make of it for us at times. But life simply is, an’ dreams… Dreams are one of the very things that make it worth living.”

“If you canno’ dream, if you canno’ share to others your dreams, entonces you canno’ ever share with them yourself. You canno’ be yourself. No’ en whole. An’ if you canno’ be yourself… who are you? An’ ‘ow can you expect another to understand? …To be no’ only disheartened but to be alone… If anything were to make life seem as you have described… perhaps tha’ would be such a thing…”

Such strong statements. Perhaps they are naïve. Perhaps he will tell her as much, that she is no better than a silly school girl to think as she does––he would not be the first––but she believes them with all her heart and she cannot and will not pretend otherwise.

Still… she continues to watch him, the play of light and shadow across his features from the fire flickering before them… and his expression to see how her words have been received…

Gleb has forgotten what it is to sit in the company of optimists. He smiles faintly. Once upon a time, he was one. An idealist. How his illusions have shattered! The broken shards cut into him, reminding him he had one had so much he had lost and to live for and now, there is only this: working two jobs, a little company. How humbled is he, the mighty general who had once dreamed of changing the world! Primed to do it, he’d sacrificed all for a woman, who he had loved painfully and unrequitedly. He does not regret it, for Anya’s life deserved to be spared. She is as much her father as he is his.They’d been young and blameless and helpless as the sea of revolution swallowed them whole. Buoyed by dreams, Gleb found himself barely treading water without them. How dangerous it was to trust something than one’s own ability to swim the tide!

Now that he renounced his father and lost his country, what good are his ideals? And if his ideals mean nothing, what good are dreams? He smiles palely at Mira as she speaks passionately of the importance of dreams. He leans forward, elbows on his knees and stares into the fire. His smile flickers with the light, more ironic than it is warm. 

“Would it surprise you to know I used to have dreams?” he asks her. “That until very recently, I would have agreed with you on all accounts? I’m not a cynic by nature. I’m only tired.”

He does not mean that he is tired from his day, although it is true enough. He enjoys working for Arman. It supplements his tutoring job nicely, allowing him to use his hands and not just his mind, which is often the release his spirit cries out for. But he still wakes up at 4 o’clock in the morning, with limited exception, still runs and exercises like a soldier preparing for war. A second family has hired him to tutor. If he keeps busy, he doesn’t have to endure nightmares. But without nightmares, he does not have dreams, either. Things are better and worse than ever before and Gleb prefers things that are not so complicated. Even at its worst, life in Leningrad was structured and easier to have concrete hopes for. In Paris, he is too disillusioned to hope; too impermanent to imagine concrete things. He does not really think life is cruel - only that it has an ironic sense of humor and that too often, he has been the butt of its jokes. Should he tell Mira how dearly he has clung to life and how fruitlessly he has fought for it - for himself and for others? He is not a bad man. He is a bad soldier. He has always considered his worth to be how well he protects and serves. He does neither now. He may never have done either to begin with. That terrifies him.

Perhaps he would not be so introspective tonight, if today had been easier. It is the anniversary of the czar’s assassination, however, and Paris is too green and vibrant to mark the occasion. He has been in Paris a little less than a year and this is the first anniversary he’d spent here. He expected it to be colder. Instead, it had only rained a little this morning and been a vaguely sunny afternoon throughout the city. He only wants to go home to a bottle of vodka; he doesn’t want to go home to only a bottle of vodka. He cannot mourn with the expatriate community; the White Russians will not have him. He cannot articulate his grief to Mira; she has accepted him and he cannot lose her. He sighs.

“Eleven years ago today was a very important day in Russian history,” he says. “A tragic one. When it happened, I hoped it would be worth all the loss, and instead - “

He thinks Russia will never recover. He knows he never will. He had been happy in his ignorance, his simpleness. Now, he thinks the only person who might understand him will have nothing to do with him, today of all days especially, and he cannot blame her. He can taste her name on his tongue. He bites down until he tastes blood instead.

“I haven’t found new dreams to replace the ones I’ve lost, Mira. Now, I don’t think I will. Your family has been kind to me and that is real and I am thankful for it. Sometimes I wish you and I had met … before.”

He likes to imagine she would have liked him them - a man of ideals, clumsy and kind off-duty… Then he remembers what he was like on-duty and he knows she never would have liked him and he would have never noticed her. The thought makes him feel queasy and he rubs his cheek. His smile fades away. 

“... Perhaps not. You might not have liked me much at all then and I can’t say I could blame you. Dreams drive men to do dangerous, stupid, hungry things. I’m glad to be rid of them, if it means having a life.”

[theonceandfutureloki]

Welcome to my blog for Loki from the Marvel Cinematic Universe! While the blog is still a work in progress, here are the mobile links:

RULES // MEMES // STARTER CALL

Think you’ve seen me before? Or you’re someone wondering what blogs are mine?

I try to post this update every now and then because, as some of you know, I am a Disaster™

My current blog list (whether the blog is currently active or the muse is LOUD and I would like to get them rolling) is below the cut.

MARVEL

@theonceandfutureloki​ { Loki, including some variants; main } @siehattenkeinennamen { Erik Lensherr }  @morethanashield { Steve Rogers } @abidinganger { Bruce Banner; main } @timeslidingsonuvabitch { Cable } @toavengedefeat { multimuse for Marvel and DC characters } @veritasxomniaxvincit { Sigyn }

STAR WARS

@untilnolongerprofitable { Hondo Ohnaka; main } @lightinhersmile { Salju } @nowandtilthespire { multi for residents of Black Spire Outpost }

[ There are other Star Wars, but these are the loudest at present. I also have several OCs, Cobb Vanth, Migs Mayfeld, Maul, Kit Fisto, and several others. If you have any interest in any of those, just let me know as they may perk up with plotting! ]

ONCE UPON A TIME IN WONDERLAND

@lovebeyondproof { Alice & Cyrus }

PRIDE & PREJUDICE

@onlytolerable { Elizabeth Bennet } @perfectlyamiable { Mister Bingley }

MISCELLANEOUS DISNEY/DREAMWORKS

@roidestruands { Clopin } @heretherebedevils { Captain Hook } @neverhadafriendlikeme (under construction) { Genie } @bewarethepatientwoman { Megara } @alivingdarkness { Kozmotis Pitchiner / Pitch Black } @ohfieryautumn​ { Lady Pitchiner / The Autumn Spirit } @fullxofxwonder​ { Nicholas St. North } @hopeandnewlife { E. Aster Bunnymund }

TOLKIEN, MYTH, and FANTASY (canon and original worlds)

@naughtbutdreams { multimuse for original and Tolkien muses; main } @beautymarred { Thranduil } @whoshallbeking { Thorin } @ofthedeathdance { Tristan of Arthurian Lore } @glamglitterandgoblins { Jareth, the Goblin King }

QUEEN OF THE SOUTH

@violenceistheanswer { James Valdez; main } @notagamblingman { Taza } @beingacabronisachoice { Boaz Jimenez } @theheartbeatofnola { Marcel Dumas } @hernameiswar { La Reina } @heknowssomebody { miscellaneous characters } @whosthecaptainnow { King George }

MISCELLANEOUS CHARACTERS

@amonstrousphantom { The Phantom of the Opera } @buscarparamivida { original character } @ariverofdarkness { Sonny Crockett and Ricardo Tubbs of Miami Vice } @menofresolve { miscellaneous characters from film and television } @thelegendarywest { multimuse for Wild West characters } @demmedxelusive { Sir Percival Blakeney, baronet / the Scarlet Pimpernel }

[somehowsomethinggoeswrong]

PSA: ACTIVITY & MUSES

I’m planning on being here some more soon because I have a few days off coming up, so, for any new followers, these are my most active (or, at least, my loudest) muses, currently, listed in order of most to least active.

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)

MYCROFT HOLMES // @artxinxthexblood

Largely Elementary-based with knowledge and influence of other Holmes adaptions.

SIR PERCIVAL BLAKENEY, BARONET // @demmedxelusive

From the book The Scarlet Pimpernel, by Baroness Orczy

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.

My other muses, who are not as awake but might be piqued for the right storyline, will be listed below the cut.

Gleb Vaganov //  @thesilenceafter // Anastasia Broadway production

Dmitry Sudayev // @somekindofconman // Anastasia (1997) and the Broadway production of the same name

Megara // @bewarethepatientwoman // Disney’s Hercules with a strong knowledge of Greek lore

Clopin Trouillefou // @roixdesxtruands // Disney’s Hunchback of Notre Dame with historical research

Mirela // @buscarparamivida // multiverse Roma OC, established verses for Hunchback of Notre Dame, Phantom of the Opera, Anastasia, Pirates of the Caribbean, and general modern

Captain Hook // @heretherebedevils // Disney’s Peter Pan as well as the novels

Capitán Enrique Sanchez Monastario // @unxsoldadoxdelxrey // Disney’s Zorro with historical research

[livesinthebalance]

Loudest muses here at present, in no particular order:

AJ Warren

Raymond Reddington

Abby Dekker

James Valdez

John Druitt

Mikhail Petras

Tseng

Vincent Valentine

Reeve Tuesti

Cable

[ Mira and Arman are also fairly loud at @buscarparamivida . ]

If anybody wants anything,—plotting or starters—just let me know!

[todoslosdiasdemivida]

Alright, I have finished the carrds for @livesinthebalance​ and @buscarparamivida. I am about to add them to their respective pinned posts and promos. Next up will likely be Gabe and Ramona, though I have to do some artwork for what I’m picturing in my head so. We’ll see when that happens.