[ #ARCHESTYPES. ] a private, low activity multimuse blog featuring assorted characters from film, tv, comics, etc. written by liam, 30, he / him.
001. temp rules. 002. meme tag.
see muse list below.

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hello vonnie
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Cosimo Galluzzi
NASA
One Nice Bug Per Day
taylor price
Three Goblin Art
d e v o n
Game of Thrones Daily
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Keni

Discoholic 🪩

PR's Tumblrdome
Show & Tell

Andulka

#extradirty

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Misplaced Lens Cap

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[ #ARCHESTYPES. ] a private, low activity multimuse blog featuring assorted characters from film, tv, comics, etc. written by liam, 30, he / him.
001. temp rules. 002. meme tag.
see muse list below.

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i have no clue what you're talking about. ⠀the tenth doctor (@archestypes) for martha jones.
(1962, liverpool.) ⠀" really, doctor? " she grins, hands resting on the console of the tardis. " i reckon you're worried i'm going to choose tourin' with the band over you. " she teases, eyes bright, expression laden with fervid curiosity. " any of the other girls you've travelled with ever do that? " SHE DOESN'T THINK SHE COULD. LEAVE HIM FOR SOMEONE ELSE. AT LEAST, NOT NOW. NOT HERE. SHE HOPES HE CAN'T SEE IT IN HER EYES.
she begins walking backwards, heading for the door. " well. come on, then, " she extends a hand, waiting for him to take it. " the beatles won't dance for themselves. "
the doctor stares ahead at her, one eyebrow raised. doesn't budge from worn yellow chairs. white trainers still propped on the console unit. ❝ me? worried? ❞ he counters sharply, dramatically. letting silence enter the space between them. only filled by the gentle hum of the tardis. ❝ hah! as if! ❞ a big toothy grin matches her own. jumping up from his favorite lounging spot, he eagerly follows martha to the doors, grabbing his coat off its hanger and putting it on. ❝ last i checked, the fab four don't have their own time machine! unless history has gone horribly, terribly wrong. ❞ a long pause, oddly thoughtful. as if he's seriously contemplating nightmare scenarios. his face darkens in a grimace. ❝ blimey. now there's a good reason to worry. ❞
❝ right then! shall we, doctor jones? ❞ expression shifts again, the grin reforming, and the doctor takes martha's hand, guiding his friend outside. ❝ oh, yeah. sure. 'course they have. i mean, people come and go, don't they? that's life. completely normal, ❞ he rambles breathlessly, emerging into a dingy alleyway, not letting the thought linger. a bit too much remembered hurt there for his liking. ❝ although ... nyssa and i did have to save the lads themselves once. and good thing we did! otherwise we'd be dancing to the common men. ❞
any inuyasha enjoyers out there? 👀
INDIANA JONES AND THE GREAT CIRCLE (2024) dev. MachineGames
@archestypes' indiana jones to sherlock holmes : oh, man, am i glad to hear your voice.
each and every creak, settling groan to turn a head told a story. the building was old; he'd been around far too many times to count, though for one miles ahead of the average, all was stored away in mind's corner. fingers traced along stairway banister, eyes fluttering from one subtle change to the next; a college was bound to see one or many phases. he resembled a figure haunting the hall, moving without much purpose despite the many in mind; the most important, the imaginary trail towards his destination. professor. right. knuckles rapped, an introduction called from behind closed door.
" you don't just have to hear it. " synchronizing with the turn of the knob, the same face from years prior now showed it's age, the faintest crinkle the eye's corners. not an entire smile, nor lift; if the other knew him, it still meant something. " forgive the intrusion, you appear busy, perhaps i will be brief. " he stepped over threshold, arm stretching behind him to shut said door, gently so. truly, holmes had entered like he lived there. " i would tell you what i've been up to, surely, you already know. it's rather nice to skip the catching up, isn't it? "
brown eyes roll dismissively. when he next speaks, his tone is gruff. a hint of warmth contained behind it. ❝ hey, now. easy on the deductions, pal. never mentioned anything about being busy. as a matter of fact, i'm really not. not in the— ❞ a sideways glance at his desk indicates otherwise. it's lined with ungraded papers. organized into uneven stacks, some leaning so dangerously far they might fall over wooden floors at the tiniest disturbance.
indy shrugs, lips curving a reluctant smile. small but sincere. quietly relieved to see an old friend. ❝ eh. damn essays were boring anyway. ❞ rising from his chair, angrily creaking in his ascent, he gingerly approaches holmes. right hand jetting out in greeting. ❝ oh, yeah. i've heard plenty. you've made quite the name for yourself here. ❞ head tilts slightly, gesturing at another stack of newspapers on the floor. the topmost covering the detective's latest case. scandals and all. ❝ what brings you across the pond? doubt you've come all this way for one of my lectures. ❞

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steve rogers portrayal breakdown the post
inspired by brubaker, gruenwald, coates, and zdarsky captain america runs, waid's man out of time mini-series ( easily, easily the biggest one here! ), and multiple avengers runs. other notable influences inculde avengers emh and the 2020 avengers game.
pre-serum steve has scoliosis, asthma, heart palpitations, bone deformity, rheumatic fever, high blood pressure, diabetes, anemia, partial deafness, and astigmatism. still very much figuring out how the super soldier serum affects his disabilities.
adjusting to living in the 21st century is a big hurdle for steve. he does eventually come to terms with being frozen in ice for decades, and actually prefers modern society to the 1940s after a couple years of playing catchup, but never fully shakes off feelings of chronic isolation. both as a soldier and a man out of time.
steve would never return to / stay in the 1940s if given the option. he ultimately recognizes where he belongs and where he is needed, having accepted he cannot get back the time he lost to the ice.
contrary to the mcu, steve can and does swear — mainly if frustrated. this isn't something he makes a habit of doing, especially in his costume, as steve believes captain america should be a good role model first and foremost.
steve is a talented artist and attends local art classes in his free time. at one point, he even worked for marvel comics after quitting being captain america.
civil war plays out the same, except sharon carter never kills steve in the event's conclusion ( ignoring sharon's mind control plotline by extension bc it's very gross, dumb and bad ) — instead, steve temporarily retires as captain america, allowing bucky barnes to assume the mantle in his absence.
secret empire is not canon at all.
though peggy carter plays a vital role in steve's life, given their past history during the war, steve and sharon carter are endgame in my canon. fuck the mcu.
CAPTAIN AMERICA / IRON MAN Variant cover by PATRICK GLEASON With alternative sketches for the cover
can we rp civil war
only if its mcu
going to be here soon. mark my words.
THE STRENGTH YOU SEEK.

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@archestypes' john marston ♡'d for sadie adler.
" i'll be fine, i- " fresh sting rippled through her front, wound freshly dressed still reminding her just how with each twist of her torso. these days, she didn't care too much for remaining stationary for very long; there was always something to be done. early afternoon had bled into evening before she knew it, still sunken down on marston's front porch. " don't think i'm makin' it to that wedding. " decided with an outward breath, features pinched for only a moment 'for another breath pulled her back in. the world felt lighter, no denying that. " how are you feelin'? after all that mess. "
❝ me? well, miss adler, to tell you the truth, i — ❞ running mouth stops short, fading off into a gruff silence. a space filled by the steady drone of crickets. john chuckles weakly, the feeling heavy in his chest. he shakes his head. ❝ well, guess y'took the words right 'outta my mouth, is all. sans the wedding. was hopin' you'd be in the front row. ❞ watchful brown eyes linger on the bandages. he doesn't dare voice further concern, knowing the lady can handle herself. much less let a foolish man fret over her. ❝ why do you think d — ❞ john pauses, from hesitation more than anything else. he swallows the name down. buries it alongside his unspoken past, ❝ — i mean, he did ... oh, i dunno, what he did? i was sure we were dead. nothin' makes sense no more. ❞
[05.05] HAPPY BIRTHDAY LUFFY
Raiders of the Lost Ark (1981) dir. Steven Spielberg