The magician stands amidst his false illusions Expeditious fingers pick pure gold from thin air Without truth, reality or other such intrusions. || Independent blog for Talbot of Uncharted 3. I track the scienceandmagic tag.||
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{{ revamping theme & pages later into the day.
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Send 'all bark and no bite' to see what kind of dog my muse thinks yours would be
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If my character was wearing a warning label, what would it say?
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Put a word in my ask and I will write a Headcanon about it for my Muse.
Nightmares
Humanity
Guardian
Torture
Insanity
Slaughter
Order
Morality
Loyalty
Promise
Betrayal
Epiphany
Apathy
Memories
Loss
Lies
Death
Love
Plans
Pawns
revenge
Monster
Time
Waiting
Laugh
Trend
Alliance
Natural
Pretence
Urge
Impression
Critic
Accent
Stranger
Judgement
Delirious
Instinct
Damage
Illusion
End
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Talbot is always getting beat up… that shit is canon. Here are some more adventures of Talbot bleeding on things. It’s really entertaining to draw, and imagine the shenanigans he gets into! People sure like to punch Talbot’s smug little face.
These pics are just sketches that I drew here and there randomly! Some are quite old! But I figured they made an entertaining photoset! Cameo by Atoq Navarro :)
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Send me a '★' and I will tell you how my character feels about yours.
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Put a ✗ in my askbox if you've ever felt intimidated by me or too intimidated to RP with me.
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In the wake of tragedy.
It tastes like copper.
He can literally feel his body throbbing— pain coursing through limbs. Bones shifting with subtle movements. Everything stings. Slate hues gaze blankly skyward, glazed with a lifelessness rarely seen; ultimately reflecting the undeniable feeling of failure and demise. Any attempt to inhale rattles chest bones and causes liquid to bubble past his lips. A harsh cough forcing itself out, claret fluid oozing past lips and to the ground. It stains his shirt, his skin. The wounds internal and unseen.
He's alone. Resisting the urge to scramble to safety.
A tilt of his head and his chin is jutting upward, eyes closed. He dares himself to move— compete with a broken body's limitations. Slender digits abrade the ground beneath them in search of something to grab hold of.
"Bloody hell," comes the hiss of a voice lined with strain, hoarse, nearly weak. He's been in situations like this before, he's certainly obtained the scars and bruises to prove so. Yet, this time, there is no hand to grip him. No act of some ludicrous, at the time acclaimed, deity— hero.
God forbid he ever put his trust in someone else again. It landed him here.
In shambles.
Right back where he dug his way out from in the past.
So he closes his eyes— awaits the rush of adrenaline that he is sure to come.
But, perhaps it won't.
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I'm bored. Send me a Tarot Card
The Fool: Tell an embarrassing story.
The Magician: Do you have a special talent?
The High Priestess: Are you good at keeping secrets?
The Empress: What do you desire most?
The Emperor: Do you have any family traditions?
The Hierophant: What is/was your favourite school subject?
The Lovers: What qualities would your ideal partner have?
The Chariot: Have you ever had to fight for something?
Strength: What gives you strength?
The Hermit: Could you cope with living alone?
Wheel of Fortune: If you won a million pounds, what would you do with it?
Justice: If you could be a super hero (or villain) what would you call yourself and what powers would you have?
The Hanged Man: Would you sacrifice your own life to save someone else's?
Death: If you were able to reincarnate, what would your next life be?
Temperance: Do you have good self control?
The Devil: What do you think your worst quality is?
The Tower: Describe your dream home.
The Star: What inspires you?
The Moon: Describe a dream (or nightmare) you've had recently.
The Sun: Describe a childhood memory.
Judgement: Have you ever done something that you were really ashamed of?
The World: What country would you most like to visit?
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"There's no need to be so on edge." he comments as he sees the other move away. Displaying his palms upward, he continues to speak. "Your facility is one of the top Pharmaceuticals in the country." He moves from his spot, taking few steps to approach the other. "Whatever you may be afraid of, I'm certainly hurt you seem to throw me into that category. I'm not here for you— I'm here to observe. Have my questions answered."
The majority of his statement was true. He was not here for William, nor his virus. Not yet. So far he hadn't even labeled William a useful piece in his plans. The other was so derisory to Talbot, that he hadn't even considered "employing" him. Yes— William was just a speck of dust to Talbot. It was quite unfortunate this was the first person he ran into; he could honestly say he was disappointed. Not all of the employees had to be so meek. So, piteous... could they? His hopes were held neither high nor low; there was no reason for him to do so.
He grips the hand presented to him firmly, a brief shake and then he lets go, leaving any other contact to be decided and more or less not acted on.
A habitual straightening of his tie and the man lets his arms drop to his side— feigning a languid composure. There is no forced smile, nor is there any attempt to call for a falsified sense of peace between them. Besides, it was obvious no matter how convincing Talbot would be now would not guarantee any ounce of trust to come from the blond. Which is as it should be.
But, perhaps…— this is something to be mulled over at a later date. They’re engaged in conversation and the thought bought him enough time to think of a convincing reason. Whether or not it was the truth.
William he repeats mentally, only to move onto his anser, finally. ”Curiosity— I’ve heard some things through the grape vine and figured I should find out what all is true for myself.”
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But the dreamers of the day are dangerous men,
for they may act their dream with open eyes, to make it possible.
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Talbot and Marlowe drawn in the style of Archer! Have been watching with Linds so this was going to happen inevitably.
These are just superquick lame arts traced over screencaps, but that’s how the peeps who make Archer do their character designs so whatever.
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[Actual replies sometime Saturday. If you wish to plot— message me here. I shall certainly be more active over the weekend (I hope).]
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Talbot [Multiplayer Skin] » Uncharted 3: Drake’s Deception (2011)






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