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Low RP Activity Notice

This will be reblogged to all of my RP sideblogs.  I’ve had great experiences with a handful of people here, and I’ve treasured the times and threads and conversations that I’ve had as well.  But as a whole my time RPing on Tumblr has been, to put it shortly, terrible.  I’ve had many more negative experiences than I have positive by far and every time I even try and think about coming back, I can see no reason to.  I’ve been gaslit, s*icide baited, lied to and forced to take sides on things I never should have been dragged into in the first place, and that’s just some of the stuff that’s happened.  It doesn’t exactly leave the greatest impression on someone.

That being said I do want to come back someday.  I don’t know when that’s going to be.  I’ll try and check my PMs and respond just as I’ve been doing for all my sideblogs, and if you want to try and plot with me I’m more than open.  My muses are still as strong as ever and likely will never die.  But right now I tend to avoid this site as a whole for various reasons.

That’s all.  Just thought I’d let you know.

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To anyone/everyone wondering where I am or where the fuck I went - I’m still here and lurking and I still check my PMs!  I’m not going anywhere, I’ve just hit the worst mental health drop in years and I’m slowly regathering my own pieces.  Feel free to come and ramble with me anytime <3  I’m just as present as I was before.

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These days the masterlists for fandoms like Black Sails and Pirates of the Caribbean are years old and out of date, no longer being updated at all. Some fandoms like Aubrey-Maturin, Hornblower & Turn: Washington’s Spies don’t even have any lists that can be easily unearthed. This is the solution to all of those problems. 

If you write a character within the time periods of the American Revolution, Georgian Era, Golden Age of Piracy, or Napoleonic Wars, reblog this post to be added to the masterlist. If your character is on a multimuse or is from another fandom and has an active verse in these time periods, you are also welcome to reblog it! 

Please add your character’s name and relevant fandom / time period into the tags. If your fandom or time period is not represented on this list and you feel that it should be, please contact me here! 

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❛ The wait is almost over. ❜

|| PotC: Dead Man’s Chest  {Sentence Starters}

“It appears so.”  Q let out a breath that he didn’t know he’d been holding, tapping one final command furiously into the panel before spinning around, hands over his head.  “I’ve done all I can to clear the way for you, Galahad - the rest is up to you in the field.”  

This mission was damn near frustrating - there was so little that he was able to access and control, the whole damn structure that they were supposed to infiltrate was made of stone, and of mechanisms that operated entirely without electricity - and thus Q’s access was limited.  There was only so much that he could do hunched over his laptop, after all.

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PotC: Dead Man’s Chest  {Sentence Starters}

“Don’t eat me!”

“You smell funny.”

“Dirt… This is a jar of dirt.”

“You know you can’t read.“

“I can offer you… an escape.“

“Why is the rum always gone?“

“If you don’t want it, give it back.“

“You actually were telling the truth.“

“I’m listening… I’m listening intently.”

“I always knew you were a good man.“

“You have a touch of destiny about you.”

“I’ve got a jar of dirt! I’ve got a jar of dirt!”

“So, tell me… what’s become of my ship?”

“You’re not making any sense at all, mate.“

“Come to negotiate, eh, have you, you slimy git?“

“Do you fear death? Do you fear that dark abyss?“

“This is the only way, don’t you see? I’m not sorry.“

“You look bloody awful. What are you doing here?“

“Everything you said to me… every word was a lie.“

“Oh, I prefer to see it as the promise of redemption.”

“Just how many souls do you think my soul is worth?“

“Do excuse me while I kill the man who ruined my life.“

“Life is cruel. Why should the afterlife be any different?“

“I do that quite a lot… yet, people are always surprised.“

“So, we’re setting out to find whatever this key unlocks?“

“It ain’t stealing, it’s salvaging. And since when did you care?“

“She is locked up, in a prison, bound to hang for helping you!“

“I love those moments. I like to wave at them as they pass by.“

“I’m deeply flattered, son, but my first and only love is the sea.“

“I’ve had it! I’ve had it with wobbly-legged, rum-soaked pirates!“

“You can mistrust me less than you can mistrust him. Trust me.“

“You hired me, remember? I can’t help it if your standards are lax.“

“There will come a time when you have a chance to do the right thing.”

“It should be a dress or nothing. I happen to have no dress in my cabin.“

“There comes a time when one must take responsibility for one’s mistakes.”

“No doubt you’ve discovered that loyalty is no longer the currency of the realm.”

“Technically, I was only captain for two years, then I was viciously mutinied upon.”

“My tremendous intuitive sense of the female creature informs me that you are troubled.“

“Every man has a price which he is willing to accept. Even for that which he hopes never to sell.”

Have you considered keeping a more watchful eye on her? Maybe just lock her up somewhere.”

“This is no way for grown men to settle… oh, fine! Let’s just haul out our swords and start banging away at each other!”

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Rules || About || Mun

Follows back from @severinadestrango.

Includes a Historical Verse!

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Music Tag Game

Rules: List ten songs you’re currently obsessed with and tag ten people (lmao I don’t even have ten followers so I’ll just go with five). Tagged By: @st-riley-the-brave Tagging: @lightsailing @gentleknighted @flxbber @valleyfcrge @slowcode

Bluecid (Sevdaliza)

Voodoov (Sevdaliza)

Parvaz (Axiom of Choice)

Masalei Ni (Tm bax)

Sonera (Thomas Bergersen)

Bebin (Sevdaliza)

Labyrinth (Fleshgod Apocalypse)

Weadert Tebaed (Jannat)

LUDIC (Efe Demir)

Tempests of Sorrows (Myrath)

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|| For @st-riley-the-brave, continued from here.

“Sir” she sighed, “you. Are. Not. Well.”

Riley noticed that Q was anything but fine–even she knew better than to lie about any rare occasion that she would ever fall ill. She had even made sure she followed sanitation protocol! So imagine her shock to see the Quartermaster in a minor case of a… slump.

Now usually when she fell into an illness, it was rare–and it was bad. Maybe once a year if any, and usually due to overworking and underresting. One 36-hour sleepless run too many. It was usually then that she would finally sleep… up to at least 12 hours, just to recover enough to get a few basics done.

There was a stern yet compassionate nature about her as she took one of his arms and wrapped it around her shoulders. Sure, he was a smidge heavy but did she care? Absolutely not. She was the kind of person who gave a damn… whether he liked it or not!

“C'mon lad” she said. “Y'need t'be nursed a trite…”

Whatever weak rebuttal that Q might have been trying to prepare quickly vanished once again into thin air as his focus now was entirely shifted to keeping his balance - which was far more difficult than it was supposed to be.  Putting one foot in front of the other seemed like a nearly insurmountable task and he veered sharply off to the side, almost collapsing fully into Riley’s torso.  It probably would do to apologize, he thought to himself, and made a mental note to do just that as soon as he regained his sense of his direction.

“S’rry,” he murmured, which was not nearly as proper as he would have liked, but anything else was simply beyond him, what with the state that he’d found himself in.  If this was a virus, then he’d have to inform the rest of Q branch to take care so that they would not all become contaminated - not that they’d drop dead, of course, but having the entirety of the branch inhibited by sickness was not something that MI6 would appreciate.

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Being a bit of an experimentalist himself, Q was hard to surprise and even harder to shock and yet here he was, eyes as wide as saucers, the pen long since having slipped from his hand as he gawked at what was in front of him.  It looked like some sort of advanced communication technology in startlingly high definition - but something about the way that the woman had said twenty-first century as if it was some kind of abstract concept piqued his interest.

Taking a moment to compose himself as best as he could, Q discreetly leaned down and picked up the pen from where it had fallen, looking very intently at the clipboard to try and re-center himself, at the very least.

“Are you implying,” Q said, and he couldn’t believe that he was about to ask this - “that you are not from the twenty-first century, ma’am?”

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` ° * ✧ ° RANDOM SENTENCE STARTERS.

❛ Have you been playing with matches again? ❜ ❛ Do have anymore of that one stuff? ❜ ❛ So, where do we go from here? ❜ ❛ What the hell is that thing? ❜ ❛ You know, you aren’t supposed to be doing that. ❜ ❛ I almost forgot you only come around when you need me. ❜ ❛ Oh, yeah, you played me good, didn’t you? ❜ ❛ I’m not joking with you this time. ❜ ❛ Do you ever think about having kids? ❜ ❛ I didn’t mean to punch you that hard. ❜ ❛ Nice shiner there, buddy. ❜ ❛ Great way to start the day. ❜ ❛ I just want peace and quiet. ❜ ❛ Please, just go away already, ugh. ❜ ❛ I’m not giving you any money! ❜ ❛ You don’t own me. ❜ ❛ Tell me what to do or what to say. ❜ ❛ I love my freedom. ❜ ❛ Shut up before I break your arm. ❜ ❛ Now, that looks like a grand adventure. ❜ ❛ I’m taking you home, come on. ❜ ❛ Jesus, are you really that drunk? ❜ ❛ What did you take? How many you’d take? ❜ ❛ That’s not an orange. It’s a lemon. ❜ ❛ The wait is almost over. ❜ ❛ So, when are we going to finally meet? ❜ ❛ I would like to see you in person. ❜ ❛ Are you online dating again? ❜ ❛ I’m not sad, I’m just tired. ❜ ❛ I want to take a nap so bad. ❜ ❛ I thought we could just nap together. ❜ ❛ Life can be messy. ❜ ❛ I wish life could be mess free. ❜ ❛ Are you high or just stupid? ❜ ❛ You can be anything you set your mind to. ❜ ❛ We are not going to be like them. ❜ ❛ I just wanted to fit in, I don’t know. ❜ ❛ Are you going to that party tonight? ❜ ❛ I thought we’d be together forever. ❜ ❛ I really liked you. My fault. ❜ ❛ We don’t like surprises. ❜ ❛ Please save the lecture for someone who gives a shit. ❜ ❛ What the hell did you do? ❜ ❛ Well, you poor thing. ❜ ❛ I’m just saying, murder is an option. ❜ ❛ We can always kill them, yeah? ❜ ❛ What’s all this glitter for anyway? ❜ ❛ Damn, you look like shit. Smell like it too. ❜ ❛ It’s not too dark and not too light. ❜ ❛ I wanted to know what you liked so I stalked you. ❜ ❛ I didn’t stalk anyone for the last time already. ❜ ❛ I’m not sorry and I have no regrets. ❜ ❛ You are so fucked, you know that? ❜ ❛ Hey, you stole that from me! Give it back! ❜ ❛ Screw you. ❜ ❛ Just fuck off already. ❜ ❛ You look like a Simpson. ❜ ❛ I’m sorry if I hurt your feelings. ❜ ❛ I’m not mean, I’m just honest. ❜ ❛ I will stab you with my fingernail, try me. ❜ ❛ Your wish is my command. ❜ ❛ I would love to see you suffer. ❜ ❛ I’m not in, no way. This is bad. ❜ ❛ I don’t want to break any rules. ❜ ❛ Fine then. Don’t call and don’t text me anymore. ❜ ❛ I’m not mad at you, don’t worry. ❜ ❛ Do not ever question my parenthood again. ❜ ❛ I don’t have time for this. ❜ ❛ Death is all around us. ❜ ❛ You’re just like the girl from gone girl. ❜ ❛ You left, not me. ❜ ❛ I’m not the one that’s always leaving. ❜ ❛ I can’t believe this is truly happening. ❜ ❛ I was wondering, if you wanted to look at the stars with me? ❜ ❛ I always wanted to go on a date. ❜ ❛ I knew you were trouble when you walked in. ❜ ❛ I had a feeling. ❜ ❛ Wait, do you feel that? That vibe right now? ❜ ❛ Where could the gem be? ❜ ❛ Do I look like someone you should mess with? ❜ ❛ It stinks it this place. Can’t believe you call it home. ❜ ❛ Wow, this is your house? ❜ ❛ I can’t believe you didn’t think to ask me first. ❜ ❛ You have a lot to learn. ❜ ❛ What do you take me for? ❜ ❛ What do I have to do to get it from you? ❜ ❛ Will you ever stop asking me that? ❜ ❛ This place never ceases to amaze me. ❜

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[ 🤒 / (trying this again because my phone decided to not cooperate) ]

|| My muse is sick and won’t admit it. Send 🤒 to take care of them, whether they like it or not.

“Mmmgh,” Q said, his eyes still outright refusing to open as he felt himself being grabbed and pulled away from his desk, where his head had been at least quasi-comfortably pillowed until then.  “I’m fine.”  And almost instantly he was ashamed of himself for being so awful at lying, for one who was supposed to protect international secrets.

He didn’t know what this was - some kind of virus brought in via one of the double-oh agents, maybe?  As far as Q himself was concerned, his office and remained completely and perfectly sterilized, like everything at headquarters was supposed to be.  But if that was the case, he wondered - then why the hell did he feel like such complete and utter shite?

In any case, as much as he was loath to admit it, the Quartermaster was out of commission and there was absolutely nothing that he could do as he was dragged away from his workstation, most likely for his own good despite his half-hearted attempts at denial.

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|| For @flxbber, continued from here.

❝ isn’t it exciting? it’s - now it’s smoking. i don’t think it was supposed to do that. ❞

“Oh - oh dear,” Q said, quickly leaping to his feet and fetching the fire extinguisher from underneath his desk, scooting it a little closer so that it would be readily accessible - only if absolutely needed, of course.  Naturally, he trusted the Professor to know when things reached a dangerous level - and there was no need to be worried, he reassured himself, unless the Professor himself was.  Q’s own expertise was in coding languages and encryption (as well as the reversal of it where necessary) - but when it came to combustible materials, he preferred not to come into direct contact.

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|| For @st-riley-the-brave, continued from here.

At the time… the situation wasn’t pretty.

Riley had escaped a situation with her life attached when she had led the charge back home against an airship of sky pirates. For the first time in years, she took to her old flying machine–a steam- and fuel-powered set of wings that she flew with. But there had been an approaching storm, and a lightning bolt jolted part of the airship–triggering a reaction from her Time Key… in which a time portal opened.

The pirates took one shot, hitting her wings as she soared into the portal, which opened into the 21st Century… much to her shock. “Oh no–” she gasped to herself, before crash-landing outside of the SIS building. She got the wings off before they caught serious fire… and glared at the closing time portal.

There would be trouble for this, that was for sure.

But the trauma of it all, had temporarily stunned her. The wings was a favorite invention of her now-deceased Uncle, and one they made together. One of the few they made. She had escaped with her life but now, had gotten herself into another pinch–and now under the interrogation of the Quartermaster.

That mess was only a couple of days ago.

“…all too well, Sir” Riley replied quietly, still trying to fully process what she had been through. “T'be ‘onest I’m surprised I survived with m'life… all that said, I do have some evidence of what-all I’ve experienced if y'wish for it.” She still had her Time Key. Couldn’t say the same for her busted wings, but proof of time travel was a start.

All he needed to do was ask.

“Evidence?”  Q looked up, unable to hide his own curiosity - the woman was an anomaly, she’d been speaking of places that didn’t exist, she’d come crashing out of the sky in a bloody ball of fire, for crying out loud!  Ever since the Quartermaster had actually been recruited into the folds and ranks of MI6, he’d not known a day of boredom, of course - but that didn’t stop him from insatiably chasing after that which he did not know, common sense be damned (that often was the way of it).

There was a chance, of course, that this woman was utterly raving mad and that was all there was to it - she had fallen as a result of an aircraft malfunction, an experiment in aviation gone terribly awry, the chances of her having sustained significant head trauma and damage of memory were high.  It made perfect sense.

But he supposed it wouldn’t exactly do any harm to examine the supposed evidence that she claimed to have.

“If you wouldn’t mind,” he said, setting down his tablet briefly and inching a little closer, “do show me this evidence, ma’am.”

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six word story sentence starters pt 1

❝Blue skies come after dark nights.❞ ❝Nobody said it would be this hard.❞ ❝You’re one of my midnight thoughts.❞ ❝The nothing approaches; say my name.❞ ❝The little things are so beautiful.❞ ❝Used to tiptoe, now I’m running.❞ ❝You kept your sickness a secret.❞ ❝I’m tired of tear stained pillows.❞ ❝Pain reminds me it was real.❞ ❝Silence is the most painful answer.❞ ❝You are nothing more than memories.❞ ❝You will always be my home.❞ ❝We had different definitions of forever.❞ ❝Maybe one day everything won’t hurt.❞ ❝Complexity burns as easily as simplicity.❞ ❝Wither into me, when night comes.❞ ❝Fake smiles can’t hide sad eyes.❞ ❝Still wrapped around your goddamn finger.❞ ❝I am always last to know.❞ ❝False hope leaves the deepest scars.❞ ❝Fall leaves on wet pavement bleed.❞ ❝We’re a forever kind of thing.❞ ❝I opened up to you, you bastard.❞ ❝You’re made up of infinite potential.❞ ❝Love is the most beautiful paradox❞

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a masterlist for all the wonderful espionage-based muses out there and the muns who love them! please reblog and note in the tags your character’s name and their fandom, as well as if they are an oc. the masterlist will be updated with new blogs once every two weeks. in addition, we will be reblogging resources for spy muses and any promos tagged with our username (#indiespynetwork) to help support and love on the indie spy community.

THIS IS NOT A CRIME MASTERLIST! we’re looking to better create a specific space for espionage muses. general crime and justice muses should only join if they exist within the spy genre and/or have involvement with criminal organizations on an international scale. for example, police officers or detectives and small-town money launderers or racketeers would not qualify.

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[ ‘  yes,  i remember my wings breaking  &  being destroyed.  i was powerless to stop it.  ’ ]

|| “Growling Suggestion” Meme

Q swallowed, shifting uncomfortably in his seat - he didn’t know how to respond to that regardless of whom it came from, let alone from one of his own subjects, for lack of a better word.  He’d not been given any information, which irritated him greatly - but his orders had come directly from M and it wasn’t as if he was in a position to argue.  

He had the questions that were typed up on the tablet in his hand and nothing more.  There wasn’t much he could do with this information, of course - and that left him at an even greater disadvantage.

“And - and this incident.  The time that you speak of,”  He said awkwardly, trying his very best to follow protocol anyways and carry on as if nothing had happened, “You - do you have any further recollection of it?”

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" And here I was thinking this was going to be a normal day. "

|| random sentence starters

“Those are an endangered specimen when one is in this line of work, Professor.”  Q stifled a laugh, offering a lopsided smile.  He’d grown rather fond of the Professor’s company - it wasn’t often that the Quartermaster had the good fortune to come across another who truly appreciated advances in science and technology beyond what was immediately useful in the field, unlike so many of those agents that he was in constant charge of babysitting.