RANCOEUR

𝐼 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑜𝑛𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑠. 𝑰 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎.

[rancoeur]

#𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐎𝐄𝐔𝐑     independent & selective   MULTIMUSE  (The Pitt, The Hunger Games, Hannibal, Sherlock, House M.D., Suits, & OCs).     medium to low activity.     established february 2021.     adored by Morrígan (21+, she/her).

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𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

canon

Frank Langdon — The Pitt — primary Irene Adler — BBC Sherlock — primary Chiyoh Ueda — Hannibal — primary Bella Crawford — Hannibal — primary Jessica Pearson — Suits — secondary Lisa Cuddy — House MD — secondary

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Grace Hansen — Spy gone rogue, inspired by Kingsman & James Bond — primary Elmwood Sullivan — Former tailor, shop owner  / Victor — primary Asteria Meyer — Bartender & cabaret entertainer — secondary

[rancoeur]

gonna revamp this whole blog. i'll remove some muses, add langdon from the pitt because he lives rent free in my head. i have FINALLY time to write.

[drdumaurier]

REBRAND! and by rebrand I mean change of writer's name and me being back.

Kore => Morrígan

[rancoeur]

so anyway, i have a new theme. do i love it? eeeeh, it's complicated. but it does mean i can focus on WRITING.

[rancoeur]

*removes the dust... proceeds to do CPR on my blog* HI!!

[drdumaurier]

I've been dealing with the biggest writer's block lately which is why I'm quiet. I'm trying to get back to it by writing on discord, so if you're interested, hit me up there!

[heavensbee]

what i absolutely love is how with @caesarflickermans we talked about the relationship between fulvia and plutarch and that he'd be like a mentor and kind of an adoptive dad. marie has the same for cressida and caesar. so the two best friends have sort of adoptive daughter.

it would already be absolutely amazing like that, but we decided cressida and fulvia should date when i started seriously writing cressida. the two lesbian daughters with their bff dads.

so this is a small headcanon to say that fulvia is sort of plutarch's daughter and that she's with cressida who's sort of caesar's daughter. family dinners are the best.

[filthyfirth]

just colin firth dancing, that’s it

[capitolhost]

>> @rancoeur asked : ❛    i  had  no  idea  you’d  be  here  …  why  didn’t  you  tell  me  ?    ❜  (from  Cressida)

it  had  been  easy  to  gleam  and  hurry  into  a  hug.  embracing  the  girl,  feeling  the  ACHE  IN  HIS  LEG  that  barely  managed  the  few  steps  he  had  taken.  cressida  had  vanished  from  one  day  to  the  next,  and  caesar  had  never  dared  to  ask  what  had  happened.  even  raising  the  question  to  plutarch  would  have  been  dangerous  —  for  all  different  reasons  than  the  usual  ones.  hearing  a.  '  no,  i  do  not  know  '    might  have  broken  his  heart  once  more.  so  caesar  hadn't  asked,  and  the  overjoy  had  landed  him  right  into  the  hug.

GRAY  TO  GRAY .  they  had  been  nothing  but  gray.  a  few  green  vines,  the  blond  of  her  hair.  signs  of  life  returned,  bringing  a  warmth  into  a  renewed  joy.  

"    well,  you  see  —  "    obvious  hands  gesture  toward  his  body,  leading  a  gaze  down  along  the  hospital  gown  to  the  blemishes  around  one  leg.  a  pitiful  creature  trying  itself  at  life.    "  besides,  i  didn't  even  know  !    you  —  here  !    "    bellyful  laughter  of  joy,  shaking  his  weakened  body.    "  i  should  have  known.  the  clips  were  too  well  directed.    the  talent  was  evident.    "

[rancoeur]

It had been years — too many if she were to be honest — since she had last seen her mentor, yet she fell into his arms as if no time had passed. Caesar had taught her so much back when they had been working together and she wouldn't be alive and well in Thirteen if he hadn't helped her secure a job at his show. Truth was that Cressida owed him so much and there hadn't been a day passing without guilt eating her up for having disappeared. No call, no letter, not even a sign of life had been allowed to be sent — not since she arrived in the supposedly destroyed district. Sometimes it had felt as if she had fled a golden cage for another.

Of course she had felt how thin he was during their embrace, but it hadn't prepared her to the sight that he offered. Whatever had happened to him before arriving here must have been torture. " Thirteen can thank you for the clips, they wouldn't have been so perfect had you not taken me under your wing. " Her smile was sincere, but it couldn't hide the pain nor the tears appearing at the corners of her eyes. " I'm sorry I didn't contact you. I wish I could have... " I wish I could have helped before this had happened, she thought, her gaze falling on his leg.

[revolutionaes]

a  faint  smile.  chair  screeching.  noise  giving  way  to  her  presence.  a  smile,  too,  faint  and  falling,  looking  at  the  other  hovering  over  the  man  with  blemishes,  with  a  shaved  head.  the  man  who  was  deep  asleep.  the  man  who  she  had  aided  in  rescuing.  a  strange  way,  thinking  about  the  way  their  paths  had  crossed  once  more.  "  i  didn't  expect  .  .  .    didn't  expect  he  would  have  any  visitors.  "  

certainly,  thirteen  was  no  place  overjoyed  to  host  capitol  residents.  but  the  man  opposite  of  her  wasn't  one  —  that  much  she  could  tell.  "  are  you  one  of  the  victors  we  rescued  ?  "

>> @rancoeur (for elm!)

[rancoeur]

The hospital seemed both too noisy and too quiet at the same time, a silent loneliness in the middle of a constant flow of doctors and nurses. Since he had been allowed out of his bed, Elmwood had spent close to all his waking hours right there, sitting close to his lover's bed. Something he had been allowed to do only because Thirteen had little use of him and he was still recovering from his injuries. So he was there once again, his body starting to ache after the amount of time he had been sitting on that awful chair.

The sound of a similar chair being pulled closer to the bed made him jump ever so slightly and his head moved towards the direction of the noise. This wasn't one of Caesar's usual visitors, or at least not one he had yet met. A stranger from the soft voice, but it was somewhat familiar — a vague and distant memory. " I am, yes. I'm Elm. I don't think I had the pleasure to meet you before. " There was a smile in her approximate direction. If only he could remember where he had heard that voice before. " If you would rather be alone with him, I can come back later. "

[rancoeur]

momentarily putting this blog on dash only while i work on finding a theme

[rancoeur]

silva: "do you know what it does to you? hydrogen cyanide?"

me: "certainly not that, but it's fine, i still love you."

[rancoeur]

I find both of their expressions extremely fitting and funny.

[cesaray]

[rancoeur]

imma add raoul silva and it's 100% @parieur's fault

[rancoeur]

alright, chiyoh's bio is up. still missing a few, but i'm getting there.

[rancoeur]

so i'm working on the docs that aren't finished (now that i'm out of the pneumonia brain fog) and i tried to put words on what chiyoh does. this was the only thing i could think of:

Occupation: Preventing Hannibal from doing stupid stuff