ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ❝ it's going on a year now, and we're plodding along 𝚞𝚗𝚋𝚎𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍, 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚍, and of ᴬ ᴺ ᴵ ᴺ ᴰ ᴱ ᵀ ᴱ ᴿ ᴹ ᴵ ᴺ ᴬ ᵀ ᴱ ᴮ ᴿ ᴱ ᴱ ᴰ ── part 𝚌𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚗, thoroughly ɢɪ, military when it's ᶜᵒⁿᵛᵉⁿⁱᵉⁿᵗ ⁺ ᵒᶠᶠⁱᶜⁱᵃˡ , and strictly 𝙲 𝙾 𝙼 𝙱 𝙰 𝚃. never in uniform, never out of uniform. just ʀᴇᴅ ᴄʀᴏꜱꜱ ɢɪʀʟꜱ, whatever that may mean. i just know we were the 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 over here, and we went through ɴᴏʀᴍᴀɴᴅʏ like the army went through it ── ᶠ ᴬ ˢ ᵀ ᴬ ᴺ ᴰ ᴵ ᴺ ᵀ ᴴ ᴱ ᶠ ᴵ ᴱ ᴸ ᴰ . we hit 𝙿 𝙰 𝚁 𝙸 𝚂 and loved it like a ɢɪ. ❞
𝙳𝙾𝙽𝚄𝚃𝙳𝙾𝙻𝙻𝙸𝙴 ─── an independent, selective, and mutuals only writing blog for 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚝 𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚝𝚘𝚗, a historian original character. inspired by the experiences of the ᴀᴍᴇʀɪᴄᴀɴ ʀᴇᴅ ᴄʀᴏꜱꜱ ᴍɪʟɪᴛᴀʀʏ ᴡᴇʟꜰᴀʀᴇ ᴄʟᴜʙᴍᴏʙɪʟᴇ ꜱᴇʀᴠɪᴄᴇ during the 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝚠𝚊𝚛. fandomless / multiverse. extensive star wars alternate verses. ᴠɪᴇᴡᴇʀ ᴅɪꜱᴄʀᴇᴛɪᴏɴ ᴀᴅᴠɪꜱᴇᴅ. volunteered by 𝚔𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚢, 25+, female.
[ 𝙾𝙽𝙴 ] welcome! glad to have you. this blog draws inspiration from the women of the american red cross military welfare clubmobile service during world war two. margot is not a nurse!
[ 𝚃𝚆𝙾 ] i'm a historian by training and have done extensive research both into the era as well as the lives of the arc clubmobile girls. no knowledge of the period or desire to write in it is required. any necessary info is in the carrd, and i have plenty of alternate verses
[ 𝚃𝙷𝚁𝙴𝙴 ] darker themes are present: those expected from the period and those implied in star wars content. if any of these easily trigger you, please take care of yourself and don't follow. i tag common extreme triggers and mutuals' triggers as 'trigger tw'. i have no triggers.
[ 𝙵𝙾𝚄𝚁 ] this is a mutuals only blog which means i only write in-character content with blogs i am mutuals with. do not send me messages or asks asking to rp if i don't follow you. if we aren't mutuals, whether a roleplay blog or a non-roleplay blog, you are still welcome to dm me or send out of character ask. non-roleplay blogs, you can like or reply, but please don't reblog any of my original content. it messes up my activity feed, and i will message you asking you to delete it. as for interactions, i prefer some amount of plotting, but off the cuff is always fine.
[ 𝙵𝙸𝚅𝙴 ] i love aus, and i'm happy to make verses for a wide range of fandoms and time periods. ocs are always welcome.
[ 𝚂𝙸𝚇 ] activity can be sporadic here. as you can see above, i have multiple blogs, and i cycle through them. irl, i recently lost my father, and i have major chronic health issues so hiatuses may be sudden and unannounced. however, i always come back! additionally, most content is queued.
[ 𝚂𝙴𝚅𝙴𝙽 ] while very ship friendly, i ship with chemistry and don't autoship. overall, i value platonic relationships just as much or more so than romantic ones.
[ 𝙴𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃 ] this is a mun does not equal muse blog. i will assume you are a decent person no matter the muse you write unless i see ooc evidence otherwise, and i won't assume any of your beliefs overlap, good or bad. please extend the same courtesy to me.
[ 𝙽𝙸𝙽𝙴 ] i am anti-callout unless substantiated evidence of criminal behavior can be presented. bullies of any sort are not tolerated here .
[ 𝚃𝙴𝙽 ] i don't practice mains or exclusives, but all the power to you if you do.
[ 𝙴𝙻𝙴𝚅𝙴𝙽 ] i've created all the graphics, psds, headcanons, and icons unless stated otherwise in the post, it is reblogged, or it is listed below. please do not steal, but i am usually happy to share if asked!
[ 𝚃𝚆𝙴𝙻𝚅𝙴 ] thank you for reading! check out the caard for more detail with each rule as well as info. i'm kitty, a historian and tailor/business owner/seamstress, and i live in the central time zone of the usa. if you or someone is feeling down, send in the url with 'positivity please' for a few nice lines about you (or them) and/or your (their) blog.
as constant as the stream of the war which seemed to beset their times, margot strove to set aside any fears which could birth from it. she certainly held a sense of peace with what could prove to be any of their fates, though she’d go through hell and back to prevent it if she could, but an equal desire to make the most out of her life, despite it all.
she hoped that this project would prove enough to be that, if not the first of many.
a tight smile on her lips, the historian shook her head softly at the jedi, setting aside the small spark of worry it brought to her heart. ❝ i’m not trying to get in the way of this. i think i’ll have enough time to get in and out. the museum has managed to get out that they have the goods packed. it’s just a matter of them loading them on board. ❞ — @deficd
squinting against the cloud of dust kicked up from the street by a sudden gust of wind, margot was forced to stop and shield her face with her sleeve like many on the street. unless of course, she wanted a lung full of dirt and a coughing fit. she could only hope it would rain soon, not enough to turn the main street into a mire, but rather just enough to settle the dust. simply another one of the drawbacks of living in the west… or at least a drier climate and a tiny town.
dust cloud subsiding, the schoolteacher continued toward the general store, a list of needed items in hand, before swiftly side stepping a man who suddenly stepped out of one of the offices which came before it. ❝ pardon me. ❞ far from annoyed, her voiced lilted almost amused as she glanced over her shoulder at the stranger with dancing blue eyes. ❝ lucky you for avoiding that miniature dust storm. ❞ nothing thought of it truly… — @animcsus
palm bashing against the stubborn latch one of the storage compartments, margot muttered a curse beneath her breath, silently debating whether retrieving her hammer would be necessary. if it weren’t for the supplies stored within, she would simply leave it until a gi came along with a canteen cup and a hope of coffee… except the coffee was inside. perhaps it had been bent by a rock in the road? if she could remove it and pin it well enough to hammer it from the side, perhaps that would allow it to open smoother? or was it oil it required?
a snap from behind drew a glance over her shoulder, brows furrowing at the sight of a white haired older man. one of the locals most likely… dusting her sore hands off on her blue-grey trousers, the clubmobiler rose to her feet with an easy smile and accented french. ❝ puis-je vous aider? ❞ ( can i help you? ) — @greatrspnsibility
heels tap lightly against inlaid floors placed when the current grandmaster of the jedi order was but an infant in the creché as the curator crossed the main hall of the administrative offices of the coruscant museum. placing the age of material culture within context brought her such joy, even with something she handled a thousand times. or in this case passed over.
besides, there was always something to be said about separation and how it caused one to appreciate what they had to leave behind at least a little more intensely.
a smile pasted onto painted lips as margot held her hand out to the other woman. ❝ secretary valorum, a pleasure to meet you. ❞ the chancellor’s press secretary was frankly lucky to have caught her on planet. with the heating up of the war, the museum had tasked margot with aiding others on the verge of being caught up in the conflict to remove their collections safely. most of her time now consisted of flying from planet to planet… and this was certainly a change. ❝ how can i help you? ❞ — @valorums
delicate fingertips tapped out the tune of a silent chorus against the bare skin of her forearm. the nervous tick was the young curator’s one concession to the furious thunder of a heart against ribs, mind valiantly striving to keep her calm. innocent of the incident, but the white and grey tunics, the terrified whispers in others’ eyes, were enough to spontaneously send every being into a panic.
if you haven’t done anything, then you have no reason to worry. those insidious words echoed within her struggling mind. but with the isb, who knew?
the moment arrived sooner than she felt prepared for, but perched in front of a lieutenant, margot attempted a smile, weak upon crimson lips. ❝ good afternoon, ma’am. or perhaps i shouldn’t be saying good considering. ❞ she abhorred the nervous laugh which followed but what was done was unfortunately done. — @impostre
starting over - are you a little overwhelmed with where our thread is going? let me know, and i'd be happy to start a new one with you!
pausing - if you're feeling one thread more than another we have going on, that's perfectly fine! you're welcome to let me know if you'd like, but it's not a necessity.
multiples - if we have a ship that you love and you have many ideas for them, always feel welcome to throw them at me no matter what! while it may affect my reply speed due to having more, it doesn't affect my interest at all!
regrouping - maybe we initially had an idea that didn't pan out but you don't know how to say it? just shoot me a message and let me know you'd like to plot further/something else.
anything else - have we not talked and you want to? shoot me a message! send in a meme if you don't know where to start! ask for my discord! i may not initiate too often myself, but i love being able to love our threads together!
heels tapped staccato upon the pavement, a newspaper held aloft swiftly sopping wet as the carrier attempted to protect dark curls. an open sign hanging in a window caught her eye and without hesitation, she pushed open the door and stepped in. pale grey blue uniform spotting with water, she gave a violent shake of her arms in hopes of freeing herself any drops not yet soaked in.
only then did she truly glance about, pale gaze settling on the shopkeeper, a sheepish smile trickling onto crimson lips. ❝ apologies for coming in like a tornado. ❞ her voice lilted its way through the words, margot steadfastly ignoring the monuments on display. ❝ the rain took me by surprise, ya know. ❞ — @nihiladditaenihilperdidi
