she had a crystal soul

independent. private. selective. multimuse ft. musical, historical, comic and original character. curated by alexa (21+)

[noblehcart]

WELCOME to #noblehcart. My name is Zara -formerly Alexa- (she/her), Central Standard Time/Texas, USA, I’m 25+ and this is my selective, highly private, mulitmuse rp blog for canon characters from various media and Original Characters. 

ACTIVITY: Blog activity is sporadic at times, but generally a medium-high activity with sometimes momentary pauses. 

CURRENT ACTIVITY STATUS:  PERMANENTLY CLOSED

Check out the links below for rules and muses! Thank you for checking out the blog and I look forward to interacting! <3 

Rules

Muses / mobile friendly link ( note: this may not be current as I do frequently rotate out muses and sometimes forget to list them officially )

Open- meaning open to all mutuals

Request- meaning mutuals can request the muse

Private- meaning restricted to listed mutuals

[noblehcart]

"Do you think I'm irredeemable?"

@lordofthestrix

"I'm not exactly concerned with your redeemability."

I worry about mine. Hung unspoken as she sat nestled in the train seat, watching the swaths of white and forest rush by in a blur as the locomotive plunged forward through Siberia. Leaving the quaint life she had managed to scrape together far far behind. Because what was she to think now. How was she to handle what she might or might not do? The changes she might make.

What did it say of her as well?

Yet as eyes slid from the window to him she felt the pulling's of a scowl before facing the view again. The tiniest inklings of a scrapegoat sitting before her. It was easier and he could bear it. She knew he could. He had borne decades, histories, deaths and empires. He could endure her scorn.

"Its a sliding scale, honestly, and you're sliding further and further into it that's for sure." The bite escaping with a huff. "You can't just let things go. Why do you get to be the one to change history? Why does anyone?"

She slid further into her seat, eyes shifting back to the window to watch the trees blur past. "It doesn't matter how many times you drag me back. I won't tell you anything."

[livedtough]

He does not know why he had gone through the trouble to protect the Daroga. Perhaps it was self-interest, a knowledge that he could be a valuable ally. Or perhaps, perhaps, it was because Nadir Khan is a noble, honorable man, one that Erik had wanted to see return to his family, to his home. Whatever the case, he is here, a guest among his family. There is the boy, young and sickly, likely not long for the world, and there is her. Rookheeya. Every bit as beautiful as Nadir claimed, and as gentle.

He offers a small bow in return. He is not, by nature, an abrasive man. Quick to retaliation, yes, and to violence when necessary, but he does so desire to be a man of society! If he is cruel, it is because the world has demanded it of him. But this family has been kind to him, and so Erik will be kind in return. Rookheeya meets his eyes, and he does not shy from them, so she will earn his kindness.

"I have heard much of you, madame," he responds. Honestly, Nadir has kept much of the details of his life to himself, but he has caught him, now and then, lowering his guard to speak fondly of the family left at home. He spoke of them with love, as a man who wished nothing more than to return to them. "Your husband has done me a great deal of kindness. I do not wish to see him succumb to danger."

[noblehcart]

"Neither do I. Which is why I am entirely in your debt for bringing him home safe." She repeated warmly, head nodding in agreement before gesturing for him to take a seat.

As mistress of the house she had a duty of care to guests which now included the master magician her husband had so sought out. A man of brilliance, magic and manners as she had slowly come to realize. She might have thought she was entertaining one of the men from a French mission given the politeness and respect thus far.

So she gently waved to a comfortable chair where food and drink sat on a table beside.

"Please sit." The gentle insistence following as she took a chair for her own, dark eyes curious as she looked up at him then gestured for the lingering servants to leave. "I would be glad to know if there are any needs of yours that my household can attend to. I only have one request-"

Rookheeya began carefully then cleared her throat. "That you tell me what all happened on your journey with my husband. I know he wants to shield me from the worst of matters, so I don't worry, but I prefer the harsh truth than a kind lie."

[alcibiade-0]

[noblehcart]

all is right with the world again when i get to write gliesel in one form or another. it is MY ship. you can pry it from my cold dead hands.

[leave-me-hypnotized-love]

[noblehcart]

Aesthetic: Mrs. Suit Liesel Ivanov-Vaganov (White Collar AU)

[noblehcart]

‘ i can’t stay much longer. you see, i’m not supposed to be here at all. ’ @ liesel ! (any verse)

@russicnrat

"yeah, you do know its going to take all my pull to keep my husband from throwing you back in prison, right?" all her pull. a lot of promises and late nights. a lot of baseball games and favorite meals to be cooked were in her future if she was going to keep gleb from throwing dimitri in the slammer.

again.

"what are you doing here?" the whispered hiss, fingers gripping his sleeve as she tugged him into an alcove away from the potential glance of her husband. "aren't you banned from this museum?"

her stomach flipped as she tried to rationalize things. "you cannot be planning to steal something, dimitri. and what about your anklet? can't gleb see you're here anyway?"

[noblehcart]

‘ i’ve never seen a more hideous costume than that one. ’ @ gleb lmao

@russicnrat

"i'm sorry would you like to be in charge of the costuming department?" the scowl digging deep, pulling dark brows into a heavy furrow. "because this was the best i could manage given the situation."

being that he had to borrow- gleb refused to accept the term 'steal' right now- these costumes so they could sneak inside the theater. this was the last time he'd take on a case as theatrical as this because he knew liesel would love a crime featuring a stolen Shakespearean skull and notes.

"you have a talent at making things work." the costume shoved at dimitri with a faint smirk as he added a bit more cheerfully. "make it work. you said everything looks good on you. prove yourself right, dima."

[noblehcart]

goals: write a character who can satisfyingly snarl out 'cry havoc and let slip the dogs of war.'

[portraitoftheoddity]

The problem with having OCs is that sometimes you wanna read about your little guy being in situations but unfortunately he is YOUR little guy and no one is gonna put him in that situation but you. Tragic.

[scribeherself]

[noblehcart]

yeah but who's gonna give me my ever after au???

[noblehcart]

Rules: List your 10 favorite characters from 10 different fandoms, then tag 10 people.

Inej Ghafa (Six of Crows)

Elizabeth Burke (White Collar)

Hektor (The Iliad)

Marguerite St. Just (The Scarlet Pimpernel)

Nadir, The Persian (The Phantom of the Opera)

Dr. Leonard ‘Bones’ Mccoy (Star Trek)

Jason Todd (DC Comics)

Princess Jasmine (Disney)

Zack Fair (FFVII)

Tamlin (ACOTAR)

tagged by stolen from : @livedtough

tagging: @lordofthestrix, @sephaeroth, @yoakkemae, @finalslay, @rasskaz4ik, @russicnrat, @holyguardian, @delanuit

[prettythought]

Send “How many shots would it take for you to sleep with ___ ?” questions for my muse’s response!

[noblehcart]

SC: Starter call for an FFVII verse starter with Liesel (shinra secretary), Stefan (Turk) , Luka (infantryman) or Ruslan (SOLDIER 2nd).

[noblehcart]

teeny tiny verse info drop: FFVII edition (Pre/Crisis Core)

Liesel Ivanov- born in mideel, but grew up in midgar sector 4. her father owned a bookstore and sold some of his own art. tragically liesel loses both her parents in the event of a train crash, which orphans her at the age of fifteen. putting any ideas of studying out of her mind she sells her father's bookstore (much to her dismay) and starts doing little jobs here and there till a friend recommends her to work as a secretary in shinra. its there (at age 17-18) she thrives amongst the secretarial pool and often in a float pool to different floors.

Luka Mikhailov- born in modeoheim with aspirations to be a SOLDIER in order to prove himself to his family. however at ten his father leaves the family, never to return and shortly after an avalanche occurs trapping his younger sister. his mother blames him for his sister's death and in the end he leaves for SOLDIER more as a means to prove himself and do penance for the tragedy. however he discovers that SOLDIER is harder to get into than he thought and is currently serving as an infantryman.

Ruslan Essen- he spent little time as an infantryman before getting recruited by the turks to join SOLDIER. He rose through the ranks insanely fast, but he has never moved past Second class due to enjoying mentoring Third class SOLDIERs and giving support to Firsts. He doesn't care for the fame the Firsts get and its rumored he's turned down a First class promotion.

Stefan Ivanov- Stefan was born in the slums to a single mother who also died young by the time he was twelve and discovered by a Turk after successfully pick pocketing them. He officially joins the turks at age sixteen and often partners with Tseng on occasion due to their similar work ethic and personality. Its during his line of work that he discovers that he has a half-sister, Liesel, and takes interest and special care to make sure she's safe as she is the only family he has. He however has decided not to tell her that they are related.