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Overhauled Muselist!!

I've been wanting to make my muselist more mobile-friendly, and SOMEONE (you know who you are!!) inspired me with their formatting to go the 'blurb' route.

Now it's super mobile friendly with blurb explanations and handy links!

Go see!!

#.// hope perches in the soul (ooc)

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brassandblue: a private/highly selective multimuse rp blog

ft. The Terror's Harry Goodsir & Thomas Blanky

21+ only, mutuals only, multi-fandom, multi-shipping

NOTE: this blog contains mature, potentially triggering themes & subjects; reader discretion advised!

NAVIGATION || RULES || MUSELIST || AUs || ASK

Please read the rules & character page(s) BEFORE interacting!!

#rp adverts #terror rp #amc's the terror rp #historical rp #historical roleplay #eyyyyy the lads finally get their own promo!!!!

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" Who's there? Is anyone there? "

— Anastasia Andrews to Arthur Kirkland

When dreamless sleep had occasion to visit Arthur, it was often gentle--and it started that way this particular night, but it would not remain so. He allowed himself to drift through the timeless void of unconsciousness, and would have said after that although he felt no time pass at all, the kind warmth of sleep also seemed to take a gradual, aching turn until it was bitterly cold. The dark and icy chill began to roll over him in knife-like waves, pulling, dragging him, but as a stubborn island adrift in the sea, he felt no fear as he allowed himself to be carried on.

And then, after an unknown period of time as he drifted through the void, Arthur felt a presence--

--Many presences, actually, and an alarming amount of them were his people, unmoored and adrift. As their number grew, he reached out to them through the dark and bone-chilling, frigid damp.

Something terrible must have happened, Arthur thought. He tried to gather them, to hold them all in his arms and comfort them--size was both relative and irrelevant in this place--but there was very little he could do for the dead. They lit the sea of void like mournful, wandering stars, each soul twinkled alight as it left its mortal tether--some in groups, far too many alone--before winking out to go beyond the veils of the living world. Arthur moved amongst them, and hoped that each would find its own rest on the other side--

"Who's there? Is anyone there?"

Another sharp wave overtook him and at once Arthur found himself in a lifeboat, still lost within the cold void. Sat across from him was a young woman, a woman he knew, who he had spoken with not all that long ago--

"--Miss Andrews?!"

It was Arthur, of course, materialized as anyone could ever be in such an ethereal place, dressed not in pyjamas but a gentlemanly walking suit of earthy greens and browns. He looked more solid here than anything else did, and of course he would--as England, a whole nation tethered to the head of the British Empire, he was as much a stout island here as that ancient land in the North Atlantic.

"Miss Andrews, are you quite alright? What's happened--?" His green eyes glittered with the soul-lights blinking all round them, already fraught with concern.

#lmk if this is ok!!! #sobs gently #historiavn: anastasia andrews #.// (ic: arthur) #death mention

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❝ did they say how many are dead? ❞

— Bruce Ismay to Arthur Kirkland

Arthur was no stranger to death, nor to the harsh realities of sea voyages, and both were so intimately intertwined-- but it felt... different, this time.

He had involved himself in the aftermath of the sinking, not just as a retired Admiral and active foreign diplomat, but as England, and Arthur, too. He had lost friends and acquaintances, and the terror he'd felt for dear Noel had seized in his chest like a cold vice the moment he'd heard first news. (Jack, normally stalwart, had been beside himself with worry.)

He made himself look Mr. Ismay in the eye, his own green gaze reflecting genuine concern and sorrow. Arthur knew what he was asking--he wouldn't condescend and bandy about with excuses about 'exact numbers'. One simply didn't ask how many were dead if one was after cold statistics. (Not usually.)

After a brief moment, where Arthur could chose his words and tone, he answered:

"There are roughly 700 survivors, Mr. Ismay." Out of a total of 2,240 passengers and crew.

It was a blunt answer for a blunt question, but he had tried to deliver it plainly and with respect. It was all that could really be done.

#.// (ic: arthur) #historiavn: bruce ismay #OOF #oof oof oof

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“The pun never sets on the British Empire.” -Gabriel

Arthur would needlepoint this and frame it on his wall TBH.

#.// ruled the waves (arthur) #.// (crack) #ageofxail: gabriel

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cemeteries aren’t creepy they’re actually devoted to memory and rest and love and humanity

#.// ruled the waves (arthur) #.// of blood & bone (jack)

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" i want you to prove me wrong. " [ Ur pick of muses ]

I want you to prove me wrong, Daniel had said. He said he felt he was unwelcome at the King's funeral, despite having been one of Bertie's friends. The thought took what little bits of Arthur's heart that remained and stomped them like a bootheel crushing glass back into sand.

It had barely been two days since they'd put Bertie in the ground, and Arthur's strength had given out mere hours following the service--he sat weakly in a wheelchair with Jack hovering nearby and a nurse doing most of the tending. (Jack had at least seen to ushering the nurse out of the room to give Daniel and Arthur a bit of privacy when the conversation had turned... terse.)

All Arthur could do, for the moment, was mournfully shake his head. His heart had been so wrapped up for nearly two hundred years, now. What on Earth was he supposed to say? How could he put to words what he felt would be painfully unrequited, rebuked, scorned?

But the demand to prove him wrong appealed to a primal part of Arthur, the center of him that fought and rebelled and reared its head in defiance of anything and everything; the bit inside him that was once a roaring flame, but now smoldered, exactly as used up as the rest of him was. It flickered in his chest painfully, and Arthur could not meet Daniel's eyes.

He was tired, so dreadfully tired, and he knew how thin and pathetic he looked, even dressed properly as he was. It was humiliating, especially to sit in front of Daniel--him, of all people! And that was to say nothing of the other Americans, Amelia, Alfred, Bradley, and the rest--all healthy and strong. Much as Arthur knew he deserved this, he still wanted to lash out at them and spit the bitter vitriol that sat like acid on his tongue. But he couldn't. And he knew Bertie wouldn't approve, and if there was one more thing Arthur could do for him, it was to honor his memory.

"You want me to prove you wrong?" Arthur asked shakily, rhetorically, doing little to mask the trembling, bitter exhaustion in his voice. "I can't. You'll just have to go on my bloody word, for-- for whatever that's worth. You're-- you're welcome here. You always have been, Daniel. There's never been a time you weren't. Welcome. Here."

Arthur swallowed thickly and took a breath to continue. He still couldn't look at him.

"I-I-- I l-loved-- I love you, I always have," he managed to get the words past his lips and they tumbled out of him, crashing past the bitterness and into the air to linger haphazardly between them as Arthur gripped the armrests of his chair.

"I never stopped-- I... I don't understand why you did, I never understood that. Maybe... you were unwelcome here sometimes--I mean, in-- in the way that it hurt to be near you, because I never knew what I'd done wrong; or maybe it was just the universe telling me--like it always had--I'm a bloody curse on the people I love--" Arthur shuddered and took another breath, his voice heavy and trembling with emotion.

"--S-so, there's your bloody proof, for whatever that's worth," he huffed, and began wiping at the hot stinging tears at the corners of his already tear-stricken eyes.

#.// (ic: arthur) #ageofxail: daniel #RIPS MY OWN HEART OUT AND SLAMS IT ONTO THE DESK

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"You exude what I can only describe as this very British confidence that 'everything will be alright in the end'." - Killian for Jack XD

Jack's initial responses to this unsolicited opinion were minimal: A reserved blink, a very slight cocking of his head, and a subtle shift in his expression, mostly in his eyes, that deliberately confirmed both his amusement and that Killian was correct.

"Experience is a brutal teacher," he cryptically offered. "It has taught me time and again that an equilibrium always comes about, in the end. And I know that I will do everything in my power to make it through. It isn't the certainty of success in which I have utmost confidence, but the knowledge of what I will do to make it through to the other side."

#.// (ic: jack) #multipleoccupancy: killian #heehee #was hoping someone would send that

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A Spy Among Friends Sentences

(Sentences from A Spy Among Friends (2022). Adjust phrasing where needed)

"I'd like to make it clear, I didn't go to MI5. You came to me."

"May I speak freely?"

"I completely understand why you might need a moment or two to break the ice, but do you mind if we now consider it broken?"

"I must say, I'd rather hoped 'tea' was code for something a little stronger."

"You have this capacity to draw people in and sort of appear, just in how you carry yourself, to know things no one else knows."

"You exude what I can only describe as this very British confidence that 'everything will be alright in the end'."

"Are you really suggesting what I think you are?"

"What made you go into intelligence?"

"Espionage can at times be intoxicating."

"The reason, by the way, I don't like the word 'traitor' is because I'm not a fucking traitor!"

"Apparently I need cheering up."

"Are you trying to get me killed?"

"You're very sure of yourself, aren't you?"

"Do you always have to have the last word?"

"That was unnecessary, I'm sorry."

"You can imagine why it might irritate me to be condescended to by someone who hasn't bothered to do his homework."

"Whatever would MI6 do without you?"

"At any given moment, you're far more switched on than you let on - which is what makes you so dangerous."

"Sometimes I feel we live in two separate worlds."

"I just love you, you know?"

"One day, you'll get a sense of humour."

"Don't turn your back on me!"

"Don't be an arse, darling."

"Don't you dare try to deny it. Not to me."

"Would you be doing all this if I was a man?"

"Friends, I hate to tell you, help each other in times of need."

"I think you do have a drinking problem. I think we all do. It's part of the job."

"You haven't come here to bump him off, have you?"

"It's not like you to be nervous."

"Have you ever killed anyone? I mean, have you ever got actual blood on your hands?"

"One should never underestimate the importance of a good umbrella."

"Are you being facetious?"

"I once looked up to you. My God, how I despise you now."

"You know, believe it or not, I'm actually beginning to worry about you."

"I'm the only friend you've got right now."

"What instructions were you given in the event of your cover being blown?"

"You fell in love? Oh come on, you've got to laugh!"

"You may fool others, but you can't pull the wool over these eyes."

"The true definition of friendship is that you forgive your friends their faults."

"You are your own worst enemy, but do you know what's worse? You're my worst enemy."

"He has lied to you, and he has used you. That is all that he has ever done, and that is all that he will ever do."

#.// (prompts n' starters)

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last of us sentence starters

❝ i know you’re dying to say something to me. ❞ ❝ you’re a fucking animal. ❞ ❝ i love how you think you’re better than me. but you’re not. ❞ ❝ holy shit. you got blood all over you. ❞ ❝ you get people desperate enough they’ll just about do anything. ❞ ❝ everything’s cool. this place is not creepy at all. ❞ ❝ you can still do the right thing here. ❞ ❝ i don’t like company. ❞ ❝ it didn’t have to be this way, you know. you brought this on yourself. ❞ ❝ you still remember how to kill, right? ❞ ❝ i knew you had heart. ❞ ❝ our luck had to run out sooner or later. ❞ ❝ no matter how hard you try, i guess you can’t escape your past. ❞ ❝ yeah, you keep telling yourself that bullshit. ❞ ❝ we can all be poetic and just lose our minds together. ❞ ❝ after all we’ve done. after everything i’ve been through. it can’t be for nothing. ❞ ❝ i can’t imagine losing someone you love like that. losing everything that you know… ❞ ❝ run, little rabbit, run. ❞ ❝ you just kinda seem extra quiet today. ❞ ❝ i’m gonna teach you how to play guitar. ❞ ❝ you think you know me, huh? ❞ ❝ and if i say no? ❞ ❝ i have to do this. i don’t know what else to say. ❞ ❝ whatever it is you think you’re going through right now is nothing to what i have been through. ❞ ❝ you’re gonna make it. ❞ ❝ you have no idea what i’m capable of. ❞ ❝ do you have any idea how many men we’ve lost here today? ❞ ❝ i might’ve done that if you didn’t try to fucking kill me. ❞ ❝ you can come around. you’re loyal. you have heart, and you’re special. ❞ ❝ stay down. don’t let them see you. ❞ ❝ i needed him alive. ❞ ❝ you are treading on some mighty thin ice here. ❞ ❝ how many close calls have we had? ❞ ❝ admit that you wanted to get rid of me the whole time! ❞ ❝ is this all they really had to worry about? boys. movies. deciding which shirt goes with which skirt…it’s bizarre. ❞ ❝ how is it that you’re never scared? ❞ ❝ how about ‘it was either him or me. thanks for saving my ass!’. you got any of that for me? ❞ ❝ okay…well…have a good night. ❞ ❝ do you even realize what your life means? running off like that…putting yourself at risk…it’s pretty goddamn stupid. ❞ ❝ i’ve seen it in my dreams. ❞ ❝ i guess we’re both disappointed at each other then. ❞ ❝ man, you hit hard. ❞ ❝ once upon a time, i had someone i cared about. ❞ ❝ you’re not gonna make it. ❞ ❝ this goes on record for the worst fucking job you’ve ever taken. ❞ ❝ you kill a lot of innocent people? ❞ ❝ you won’t survive long out there. i can protect you. ❞ ❝ the others won’t be happy about this. ❞ ❝ i shot the hell outta that guy, huh? ❞ ❝ you kill to survive…and so do i. ❞ ❝ i feel sick. ❞ ❝ you’re doing a good job. i figure you should know that. ❞ ❝ you’re pissed, but you’re not going to do anything. ❞ ❝ i ain’t telling you shit. ❞ ❝ every battle’s got a losing side. ❞ ❝ how many bullets do you have left? ❞ ❝ hey, relax. we’re safe. ❞ ❝ if you’re gonna steal, you better make sure you get away with it. ❞ ❝ no, no…this is too rich for my blood. ❞ ❝ i’m not leaving without you. ❞ ❝ to the edge of the universe and back. endure and survive. ❞ ❝ i’ve been on both sides. ❞ ❝ i wasn’t trying to disobey you back there. you were taking a while and i thought, maybe you’ve gotten into trouble.  ❞ ❝ there’s some pretty gnarly stuff in here. ❞ ❝ you don’t need to worry about me. ❞ ❝ hey, you got a second? i just want to say i’m sorry…that’s it. i won’t bring it up again. ❞ ❝ it’s the people that scare me. ❞ ❝ just so it’s out there: i can’t swim. ❞ ❝ just go! just fucking go… ❞ ❝ if you got anything to confess, this would be the place to do it. ❞ ❝ must be hard just…leaving all your stuff behind like that. ❞ ❝ not fairies though. they creep me out. ❞ ❝ we can sneak by them, even though i know that’s not your style. ❞ ❝ good? c’mon, give me details. describe it. ❞ ❝ that thing scared the shit out of me. ❞ ❝ you’re gonna be real happy you didn’t kill me. ❞ ❝ if it was the other way around, would you have come back for me? ❞ ❝ i know that you are smarter than this. ❞ ❝ well i’m the romantic type. ❞ ❝ you must be important. what’s the deal with you? ❞ ❝ to be honest, i don’t give two shits what you’re up to. ❞ ❝ ain’t a big fan of these odds. ❞ ❝ take a moment to catch your breath. ❞ ❝ it’s okay. it’s me. it’s me. it’s me. look. look…it’s me. ❞ ❝ you are making it very difficult to keep you alive. ❞ ❝ now don’t get upset. it’s not your fault. ❞ ❝ i’m scared of ending up alone. ❞ ❝ body’s not that old. keep your eyes and ears open. ❞ ❝ i believe that everything happens for a reason. ❞ ❝ you mumble in your sleep. ❞ ❝ we’re a team now. we’re gonna help each other out. ❞ ❝ you’re bleeding. ❞ ❝ guess what, we’re shitty people. it’s been that way for a long time. ❞ ❝ i’ve been quite honest with you. now i think it’s your turn. ❞ ❝ you handled yourself pretty nicely back there. ❞ ❝ get it together. we’re not alone. ❞ ❝ what are you scared of? ❞ ❝ now what? you gonna chop me up into tiny pieces? ❞ ❝ no, no…no such thing as luck. ❞ ❝ i understand it’s not easy to trust a stranger. ❞ ❝ there’s a place for you here, you know. ❞ ❝ this rain isn’t gonna do us any good. ❞ ❝ how was your morning? ❞ ❝ you really shouldn’t be out here all on your own. ❞ ❝ come on…you gotta get up. ❞ ❝ hands on your fucking head. ❞ ❝ you lay your hands on me again, it won’t end well for you. ❞ ❝ i’ve been on quite the adventure. ❞ ❝ i got nothing but nightmares from those years. ❞ ❝ i owe you a favor. is this some kind of joke? ❞ ❝ you wanted to be left alone, remember? ❞ ❝ let me look at you. you got fucking old. ❞ ❝ what are you still doing up? it’s late. ❞ ❝ that was plan a, b, c, all the way to fucking z. ❞ ❝ please not right now. i do not have the energy for this. ❞ ❝ whoever’s hurt, you clearly care about them. ❞ ❝ any sudden moves and i’ll put one right between your eyes. ❞ ❝ everyone i have cared for has either died or left me. ❞ ❝ look the other way. i’ll make this worth your while. ❞ ❝ when i give you the signal, we run. ❞ ❝ here, lean on me. ❞ ❝ did they say how many are dead? ❞ ❝ when i was a kid i wanted to be a…a singer. ❞ ❝ whatever favors you think i owe you, it isn’t worth that much. ❞ ❝ you can’t deny that view. ❞ ❝ what makes you think i’d do this for you? ❞ ❝ i am none of your goddamn business. ❞ ❝ thanks for your heroics and all. ❞ ❝ things happen…and we move on ❞ ❝ you do what i say when i say it. we clear? repeat it. ❞ ❝ we can just keep our histories to ourselves. ❞ ❝ come on. make this easy for me. ❞ ❝ it’s like we’re on a date. ❞ ❝ there’s enough here that you have to feel some sort of obligation toward me. ❞ ❝ well is that everything you hoped for? ❞ ❝ yeah, they got a few good hits in but-look, i managed! ❞ ❝ i’d say we make a pretty good team. ❞ ❝ we’re gonna get out of this. i promise. ❞ ❝ couple days from now we’ll probably be dead anyway. ❞ ❝ stay down. don’t let them see you. ❞ ❝ has anyone come in here? ❞ ❝ i was thinking, after we get back, we could take it easy for a while. ❞ ❝ what do you know about us? about me? ❞ ❝ you haven’t seen what i’ve seen. ❞ ❝ i’m not…i’m not going anywhere. ❞ ❝ define okay. ❞ ❝ fun day at work, huh? ❞ ❝ no matter what, you keep finding something to fight for. ❞ ❝ here, i got you. give me your hand. ❞ ❝ other than shitty my pants…i’m fine. ❞ ❝ sorry for stealing your horse. ❞ ❝ it’s called luck, and it’s gonna run out. ❞ ❝ do i need to remind you what is out there? ❞ ❝ we are going our seperate ways. ❞ ❝ i was on my way here, and i got jumped by these two assholes, alright? ❞ ❝ whatever it is you heard, it isn’t true okay? ❞ ❝ your watch is broken. ❞ ❝ whole building feels like it’s going to fall apart. ❞

#.// (prompts n' starters)

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Sir John Soane's Museum by elliedyduch.

#.// of blood & bone (jack) #.// air so keen & strange (visuals) #.// hope perches in the soul (ooc)

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Terror (S1) watch party 04/20-04/21!

Roommate will be gone and therefore I will be alone and sad, so what better time to initiate my semi-annual Terror Watch Party?

Times will be US-ian--specifically, GMT -6, aka Central Standard.

More details to follow in the coming days.

#.// hope perches in the soul (ooc)

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Some nice term definition to be used as reference, Courtesy of one Sir John Ross (1777-1856)

Extract of the Narratives of his second voyage

Never thought the sky actually looked different if land was around or water :o

#.// go with the floe (blanky) #.// hope perches in the soul (ooc) #.// air so keen & strange (visuals) #ahhhhh lovely!!

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Casual reminder that some brave/foolish soul (a hero) sent this to Jack last year and here's the tags I added:

#ANON DO YOU HAVE A DEATHWISH #I'Mlksdfjsld #if you're not a male twink working in the arts sector he's not interested 

Jack: Is that Big Ben on your skyline, or are you just happy to see me?

". . ."

#.// of blood & bone (jack) #.// hope perches in the soul (ooc)

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Reverse starter!

Like this post for me to send you memes/prompts.

Please specify muses for both of us-- if you don't, I'll pick. 👀👀👀

#.// hope perches in the soul (ooc)

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Plotting is for fools. We live and die like writers who have day/night jobs: With reckless abandon and caffeinated veins.

I’ve reblogged memes, send them my way. Specify muse. Throw caution to the wind, plotting is for people who aren’t rapidly nearing middle age like a speeding train.

Like this if you want me to send memes in return. x

#tzr #.// hope perches in the soul (ooc)

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my body count? i only have one. my own. why would i own more

#.// schrodinger's doctor (goodsir) #.// hope perches in the soul (ooc)