made for somewhere brighter

indie multimuse rp blog for characters from natasha pulley's THE BEDLAM STACKS. please read the rules. 18+ only. written by malakh (he/him, 23). i don't own the characters depicted herein. follows from intolerablexsacrifice.

[intolerablexsacrifice]

18+ only multimuse for various fandoms, primarily black sails. crossover-friendly. multi-everything....

GUESS WHO’S MOVED BLOGS, it’s malakh.

featuring literally all of my tumblr muses, though some pages are still WIP and i’ve probably forgotten to add some things. primarily black sails muses, with a bunch of ocs and of course my bedlam stacks lads.

i’ll be dropping the vast majority of my interactions on here (+my sideblogs) to give myself a fresh start, but pls feel free to hop into the inbox at any point. however, if i’ve sent you any asks or you have things drafted for me, please feel free to continue them! just tag the new blog in your reply.

(reblogging is also appreciated)

[sunvault]

@loveruined (from here)

“You could come with me, if you like.”

Jane knows as soon as she’s made the offer that he’ll never take her up on it. This place is his home, and the things that that man will do to it if he ever goes against him… They don’t bear thinking about. All she knows is that this is the best window for escaping she’s ever going to get, and that regardless of whether she’s alone or not, she’s going to leave tonight.

If she keeps moving, the guilt won’t have the chance to settle, and so she keeps her eyes off of his sad little face and focuses instead on the tiny bag into which she’s packing the bare minimum. “They can’t blame you,” she says, knowing full well that they will. “Tell them I gave you no choice. That I attacked you.”

   She draws back, hands smoothing out her skirt. “Or you could come with me.”

Raphael didn’t look at her. He’d been watching her hands as they pushed her meager belongings into the bag, but after she spoke he stared hard at the floor and didn’t look up. The idea of telling Mr. Martel that he had let the woman escape because she’d attacked him would have been laughable if it didn’t make him feel so sick with dread. 

“Come with you,” he said flatly, “And leave a village full of sick people to fend for themselves. Good idea.”

His arms were folded, and he looked as immovable as ever, but he wasn’t blocking the doorway. He had known from the moment she said she was leaving that he had two choices: confine her against her will, or let her go. If he did the former, his village would be safe - but she wouldn’t. Raphael had done horrible things. He had done them to protect people, or he had done them for Martel, but this--

He took a deep, silent breath through his nose, willing himself to stay calm. His hands were shaking the way they did after losing time. 

“Where are you going to go? You’re in a country you barely know, you’re a white woman travelling unaccompanied - I don’t need to tell you the kind of trouble you could get in, and that’s even if no-one realises you’re a runaway.” 

Frustrated now, he added: 

“They’re going to know I let you go. That man you’re with--he’ll want Mr. Martel to do something about it. I’m going to need a better lie than ‘I was overpowered by a girl half my age and size’.”

[sunvault]

raphael every time someone implies he’s incan: fuck you - lily allen.mp3

[sunvault]

"were you in the army?" (for raphael pls)

“No. Just... strong.” He spoke in quiet Spanish; although they were alone, Mr. Martel was in the next room and Raphael had managed to keep his knowledge of English hidden from him so far. He intended to keep it that way. It felt good to have things that Martel couldn’t touch, even words. “The people in my village are sick. I take care of them.” His gaze slid sideways, towards the arched doorway through which he could hear Martel chatting to - not with - Quispe. “And I work for Mr. Martel. So.” He flexed a hand, as if to say that was where his strength and posture came from, and said nothing more. 

[roachsource]

kingsman :  the  secret  service sentences .  part  two .  (  part one .  ) change  pronouns  as  you  see  fit !

who’re you?

would you like a lift home?

a little gratitude would be nice.

were you in the army?

i missed something.

you can’t talk to me like that.

of course. always someone else’s fault.

you gave up.

we ain’t got much choice.

what the fuck are you doing here?

we haven’t finished our drinks.

i’ve had a rather emotional day.

i’d appreciate it enormously if you could just leave us in peace.

you should get out of the way.

you should go.

excuse me.

do you know what that means?

let me teach you a lesson.

are we going to stand around here all day, or are we going to fight?

sorry about that. needed to let off a little steam.

i heard yesterday a friend of mine died.

i shouldn’t have done this in front of you.

no, please. i won’t say anything, i swear.

you won’t tell a soul?

is that a promise?

you’re right about the snobs.

best of luck with everything.

no, please, don’t hurt him!

get the fuck away with you!

shut the fuck up!

i wasn’t with anyone!

i don’t know what you’re on about!!

i swear, i’ll rip your head off.

i could kill you right now, and no one in the whole world will notice!

[sunvault]

loveruined replied to your post ““Your freedom, that thing you want so much, he’ll make sure you never...”

"Sometimes when their eyes catch too long he thinks they see each other reflected there" i am weeping softly into my pillow

LISTEN... THEY HURT ME

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eilidhink replied to your post “eilidhink replied to your post ““ you’re not so heavenly. ” @ raphael...”

[Her brain might not be functioning at full capacity, but her body has an immediate visceral NOPE reaction as soon as she sees him touch raphael]

I LOVE HER SO FUCKING MUCH

[sunvault]

eilidhink replied to your post ““ you’re not so heavenly. ” @ raphael [maybe she came to peru to study...”

[Eilidh @ Martel: ALL THE KNIFE EMOJIS AND NOT IN A FOND WAY]

eilidh, suffering from altitude sickness and COLD but still just fucking seeing RIGHT through that bullshit Charisma(TM): K N I F E E M O J I 

[sunvault]

“ you’re not so heavenly. ” @ raphael [maybe she came to peru to study art? maybe she took one look at him and went 'priest my arse' lmao]

There was nothing wrong with Eilidh, as far as he could tell, but he wondered how she would fare in New Bethlehem and whether she would insist on doing everything herself, or expect Raphael to do it for her. He would acquiesce, of course - he was by nature stronger than anyone else - but he wondered, all the same, what her inclinations would be. 

He sat opposite her at the table, cat’s-cradling his rosary and watching steam rise from the mugs of tea that had been set out for them - mostly for Eilidh, for the mountain sickness. He suspected his own had only been set out because the innkeeper had been afraid of him. 

Not for the first time today, Raphael felt heavy. He wondered if another freeze was coming and hoped it wouldn’t be here, away from home and in front of this stranger who had come here for art, and whose voice and manner were unlike any Raphael had witnessed before.

You’re not so heavenly, she said. Raphael lifted his eyes to hers. His fingers went still. He stared through her, thinking, then slowly let the rosary resume its natural shape. 

“I’m ordained,” he said flatly, slipping the rosary back around his wrist. “You’ll see when we get to Bedlam.” 

She would see more than that, and she would probably - rightfully - come to the conclusion that the priesthood was little more than a safe skin over the surface of something much deeper, but he would worry about that later. It was too late and too much to have all of his worries stacked on top of one another. 

“Drink your tea,” he murmured, and looked down at the table.

[steampunktendencies]

Evgeny Kornienko

[leememes]

(MOSTLY)   ANGSTY   DRABBLE   PROMPTS    |    QUOTES   FROM   PINTEREST  .

“   i   don’t   want   us   to   be   strangers   again  .   ” “   i   am   a   horrible   person  and   i   don’t   know   how   to   change ,   not   even   for   you  .   ” “  if   i   hurt   you ,   it’s   not   my   fault  .   i   warned   you  .   ” “   i   want   to   forget   everything   about   you ,   so   i   can   get   to   know   you   all   over   again  .   ” “   it   was   nice   to   hear   your   voice   again  .   ” “   please   don’t   forget   me   and   all   the   things   we   did  .   ” “   maybe   someday   we   will   be   two   people   meeting   again   for   the   first   time  .   ” “   nothing   makes   me   happier   and   nothing   makes   me   sadder   than   you  .   ” “   i   am   so   tired   of   their   stories  .   let’s   write   our   own  .   ” “   sorry   i’m   so   hard   to   deal   with   sometimes  .   ” “   i   like   it   when   you   smile  .   ” “   i   hope   you   understand   how   much   our   little   talks   mean   to   me  .   ” “   you’re   beginning   to   feel   less   like   a   friend   and   more   like   home  .   ” “   how   can   i   tell   you   the   truth   when   i   don’t   know   which   version   you   want   to   hear  ?   ” “   if   i   don’t   leave   now ,   i   will   never   get   away  .   ” “   i   broke   my   own   heart   before   you   could   do   it   for   me  .   ” “   in   loving   me,  you   hold   a   knife   at   my   throat.   in   loving   you,  i   tell   you   exactly   where   to   cut.   ” “   i’d   never   lie   to   you  .   ” “   it’s   not   an   easy   thing   to   admit   when   you’re   wrong ,   and   that’s   why   i   won’t   do   it  .   ” “   please   don’t   leave   me   alone   again  .   ” “   the   horror   you   have   seen   is   not   who   you   are  .   ” “   why   do   good   intentions   always   turn   out   bad  ?   ”

[sunvault]

HEADCANON: JACK. // (tw: brief pregnancy mention at the end)

Jack is trans. As is his wife, Caroline; the two met when they were both fairly young, and understood one another very quickly. Jack had been living as male for nearly his entire life by that point, but Caroline had yet to fully discover herself; it was during the course of the initial friendship with Jack that she realised that being female was something that could be done, and not just something she had to quietly wish for. 

Jack, as mentioned, had already been living as male. As a young child he had no real feelings of being any particular gender, though he wasn’t interested in any ‘lady-like’ pursuits like many of the the girls his age. It was during a trip back to Peru from England with Harry, his father, that he decided to disguise himself as male and take up an alias while he was there; not only to better protect himself during the journey, but because it also meant nobody would question the things he did as much as they would if they perceived him as female. A young boy rooting around in the dirt with plants and animals was acceptable; nobody would expect him to be interested in taking up embroidery, or to be quiet and demure, or whatever else society expected of young girls. 

Before long, Jack realised that being Jack felt better than being anyone else. He was comfortable that way, and even though he hadn’t been particularly unhappy as a girl, he decided to ask Harry if he could be Jack at home as well as in Peru. Harry agreed, and referred to Jack only as his son from that point forth. It’s likely that Harry had to lie about his ‘daughter’ and his ‘new son’ in England to some degree, but in New Bethlehem nobody really minded that [redacted] was now known as ‘Jack’, even if they didn’t always fully understand it. 

Charles and Merrick were both born at home, with the assistance of a trusted doctor and his midwife, rather than anywhere near a hospital; Jack couldn’t risk either himself or Caroline being outed. During the pregnancy itself, both Jack and Caroline never left the house, which was only possible because of their combined wealth and the servants they had on hand at the time to help (who were, of course, also paid to keep quiet about it).

(also tagging @returned-to-the-sea by request)

[melamemea]

the kindness of strangers.

something to toy around with for those sweet, sweet first interactions ! neat and awkward ice breakers all around!

public transport

“ Is it okay if i — sit here? ”

“ Excuse me? Could you scoot over?

“ Hey — do you need to sit? You can have my seat”

“ You shouldn’t be forced to stand, I’ll move over for you ”

“ Are you traveling far ?”

“ Where are you heading? ”

“ I love the sound of trains, don’t you? ”

“ Oh, sorry…. My name is _____ ”

“ I have only see the sea from a window… ”

“ I’m fetching a snack, would you like me to bring you anything? ”

“ That baby is really annoying, isn’t it? ”

“ I’ve been here for… two – three hours? A few more to go. ”

“ Nothing beats the bus, trust me. ”

“ Did we — pass — Oh fuck. ”

“ Hey? We are at a stop now — are you getting off? ”

“ Hah… yeah you — fell asleep. ”

coffee house

“ I think we — switched orders ”

“ I’ll pay for you — don’t worry, I’ve forgotten my wallet too. ”

“ I’ve had coffee here… would you recommend something? ”

“ Do you need help with your tray? ”

“ Wow, hold — let me clean the table for you! ”

“ Is your name always spelt like KittyKittyNya or is Starbucks out to get you?”

grocery store

“ Let me help you with that —”

“ Could you help me for a second? ”

“ Sorry, did you want this? ”

“ Pardon, could you show me where the ____ is? ”

“ Quite tragic isn’t it? I mean — The news… ”

“ Do you ever wonder if out vegetables truly are organic? ”

“ Is it just me or have the prices gone up lately? ”

“ Sorry but… you wouldn’t happen to know how to cook ____ ?”

“ No way… you like those too? ”

“ Oh no — No no no, I am so — so sorry!”

“ You took my cart my accident! ”

“ Wait — this isn’t my cart is it —- Oh my god, I am so sorry!”

the gym

“Woah there — are you going to lift that on your own?”

“Would you like some help with that?”

“Hey, my partner is out — could you be my support?”

“How long have you been working out?”

“Want to work out together? I could use some company.”

“You are doing it wrong — let me show you.”

“Shit — are you okay? That looked painful!”

“Wow, this is… really awkward, but could I borrow some soap?”

“Is this your bag? I found it last week?”

“Did I just — ? Oh shit, I thought it was my water bottle; sorry!”

stood up date

“Hey… are you okay?”

“What? They stood you up?”

“I can’t let you sit on your own; let me wait with you?”

“Wanna ditch this place and take a walk with me?”

“Would you like me to call you a cab? or call… someone?”

“It’s okay. You don’t have to — pity me.”

“Hey… are you — crying? What happened?”

“It’s fine, I’m… waiting for someone.”

“I’m still waiting — they are just… a little late!”

[sunvault]

“Your freedom, that thing you want so much, he’ll make sure you never see it. You have no idea what he’s capable of.” For Raphael. Said secretly - whispered even though they're alone, because she doesn't want Martel to know that she sees him for who he is. She just hates seeing Raphael treated like someone's possession.

tw: martel, abusive dynamics implied

He won’t look at her. Sometimes when their eyes catch too long he thinks they see each other reflected there, and it unnerves him. He stares down at the unfinished glass of wine Mr. Martel had left him instead. 

It’s rare that he’s left alone in a room with anyone. Mr. Martel must not see Jane as a threat. Presumably, Jane’s–guardian–must believe Martel has a tight enough leash on Raphael for him to not be a threat, too. If he listens carefully, he can hear Martel and Quispe in the kitchen, talking in Spanish. He doesn’t know where Jane’s guardian has gone; outside, maybe. He’ll have a hard time getting anywhere, speaking only English in a place like this.

“It doesn’t matter,” says Raphael, quietly dismissive. He hasn’t raised his voice even once in the week or so they’ve known one another. “And you don’t know what I want. You don’t even know Mr. Martel.”

[schwierigephase]

“There was something about him that made me want to abandon all caution.”

—

Wendy Higgins, Sweet Evil

(via quotefeeling)

[sunvault]

raphael’s bio is up! it still needs the personality and verses part updated but!!!

[lifeinpoetry]

… I could have been anyone’s ghost, but I wanted to be yours. I had to be yours.

— Caitlyn Siehl, from “Haunting,” What We Buried