SCARAB.

❪  𝑼𝑵𝑺𝑻𝑬𝑨𝑳𝑺.  ❫     an independent, selective, mostly private, and extremely low activity roleplay blog for layla el-faouly of the mcu’s mo.on kni.ght.  as loved by saber.  portrayal heavily influenced by personal headcanons.  crossover, duplicate, multimuse, and oc friendly.  reliably found on @bardbattled​!

name :  saber

pronouns :  she / they

preference  of  communication :  if we just speak occasionally, the im’s are fine. frequent plotters and close friends are much better off contacting me via disc.ord

name  of  muse(s) :  layla ( this blog )  &  elsie ( @bardbattled​ )  & multiple on the multi ( @sabertoofed​ )

experience / how  long  (months / years ?):   i’ve been roleplaying for about fifteen years, twelve of which have been on this website

best  experience :  i’ve made many great friends here over the years but of course the best experience i’ve had was meeting the love of my life, @heroscarred​ / @giftshopped​

rp  pet  peeves / deal  breakers : not reading my rules or just consistently breaking them, vague blogging specifically targeted at a person ( especially but not only if that person is going to see it )

muse  preferences  fluff,  angst,  or  smut :  i love fluffy stuff, it makes me happy to write happy things! i also love angst. i’m a bit pickier about angsty themes, but i live for the character development. i’m not against smut, i definitely write it, but i am pretty particular about who i write it with

plots  or  memes :   BOOOOOOOOOOOOOTH. i kinda oscillate between which works best at any given time, but right now i am somewhat more balanced

long  or  short  replies :  i don’t like one liners very much, but it’s also a little hard for me to consistently churn out huge chunks of text. one or two paragraphs is like that sweet spot for me unless it’s something you don’t mind potentially waiting months for me to have enough muse for

best  time  to  write :  it’s solely dependent on my mood, my brain, my atmosphere, my schedule, etc... i am at the whims of my mental illness, essentially. if something’s not right, i can’t function, and i might not know what the not-right thing is for a while

are  you  like  your  muse(s) :  in some ways, yeah, actually. we’re both passionate about history and repatriation of artifacts. layla’s a lot more confident and brave than i am, she’s more independent, she’s got her shit together more than i do. but i think we’re both pretty empathetic towards the people around us too. listen it’s mostly the passion for history and that’s okay with me

some events on my prior blog & this corner of the rpc  ( while it’s typically a really great corner !! )  have shaken me a bit. i’m extremely disconnected from layla’s muse, i’m insecure about my portrayal, i don’t feel comfortable with practically anything i’ve written in well over a week. i am kinda going through it in my personal life, so i’m sure that’s playing a pretty big part in that! 

please don’t feel bad if you want to unfollow! i admit i don’t have a great track record of returning to blogs i put on hiatus, but i have graphics commissioned that should be completed in the next couple of months and i really genuinely love layla so much. i have every reason to want to come back and i’m determined to. i think i just need to take some time where i don’t stress about not being here. 

❝ you’re not going to find anything in there. ❞   he’s a strange one, tapping around the outside of an empty sarcophagus. this tomb is open to visitors but nearly everything of any value  ( material or historical )  has been removed to museums. even the coffin that used to sit inside that stone casing is gone. so why does he seem to be convinced there’s something worth looking for? 

❝ were you seriously not going to tell me? ❞   layla’s beginning to wonder exactly how many times she’s been off planet without realizing it. this is the last time she trusts river’s word upfront, about anything that isn’t a direct life or death situation at the very least. 

❝ what aren’t you telling me? ❞   layla has had to become very, very good at identifying when information is being withheld. it’s not always outright deception, after all; sometimes the most dangerous forms of lying aren’t so active.   ❝ i have a right to know if i’m working this too. ❞

❝ we could always do it your way. ❞   the phrase is pointed, quite purposefully. it’s meant to force him to think about how badly things might go if they actually proceed with force. not only is the collection filled with  incredibly delicate  things, the papyri they’re interested in is probably the most fragile thing it contains.   ❝ or, you can step back and let me take the lead. ❞

❝ it sounds like we’re here for the same thing. ❞   which prompts the question of how the other had gotten onto the artifact’s trail. layla doesn’t think she’s a criminal here to steal this previously-stolen object, but she herself isn’t... alright, legally she’s a criminal, but morally she’s sound.  according to her code at least.  she doesn’t know if she can trust a stranger, but she’s willing to listen.

❝ if i remember correctly,  you were the one who thought a funeral for a dwarf star would be a fascinating taste of intergalactic culture. ❞   now, apparently, she’s bored by the proceedings. layla is amused  ( and genuinely interested in this place, because it’s beautiful )  but cautious. the doctor doesn’t always get restless for no reason. sometimes it heralds something.   ❝ where exactly are you thinking of wandering to? ❞

❝        mm,    perfect,        ❞          she agrees,    already warmed at the thought of dinner.      mercy figures another fix of coffee beside it would fight off the food coma by then,    and the rest of the night would be simple.      she folds up the map and tucks it into the door’s pocket.      when they do stop to sleep,    something tells her she’ll pass out hard.          ❝        lemme know if you get tired anyway.      the  —  uh,    what’s it called,    highway hypnosis?      no joy.        ❞

             Bananas was a good code word,  and so was potassium being good in general.  “Bananas it will be then.”  He agreed for the both of them,  already pushing past her opinion nor even considering that she might butt in.  ( But bananas are good. )  Eventually that pain subsides,  only a dull reminder of her powerful right hook that got him in the nose.  “Psh,  no,  well,  I hated that map in particular because it lacked detail.  You want maps to give you an idea rather than just show you the way.  I like maps that are creative.”

Then he reached out to grab Layla’s hand,  just to make sure they don’t separate ( or for her to punch him again by accident. )  “Where’s that map again?  Ground floor?”