#Elsie Marion

[avictimofthejazz]

The Cake Fiasco--Elsie Marion

@unyieldingvalxr​

“Elsie?” Murphy steps into the kitchen uncertainly, his eyes roving over the pile of broken eggs and general mess that has taken the room over. “How’s the… uh… cake going?” He is no cooking expert, but he feels none of this disaster indicates that it is going ‘well’, so to speak. However, he also has no desire to start a quarrel with his sister, particularly if she is already stressed out and angry at her creation going awry. Admittedly, she has taken a large project onto her hands, but she always been able to pull crazy things out of her hat in the past. Picking up the handful of shells, he goes to deposit them in the garbage. “You know, if you want to admit defeat and ask for help, you always can.” He points out patiently. Granted, asking Elsie to admit defeat is like asking the Mississippi to flow backwards. Still, it needs to be said. Wiping his hands off on a towel, he awaits his sister’s reply. Whatever answer he gets from her will indicate how deeply into this mess she has gotten… and how much help she needs, if any, to get herself back out.

[anoseforrottenapples]

“🍼” Elsie and Mary

@unyieldingvalxr (Elsie Marion)

Hurried footsteps, almost running toward her, distract Mary and she looks up to see Elsie making her way forward at a steady clip. The girl has something in her arms, a bundle that she holds close to her chest as if the contents are worth their weight in gold. Setting her work aside, Mary stands and hurries to join Elsie on the path. “What in the world do you have…” Mary bites back a gasp when the younger woman shifts her arms enough that the baby’s face emerges. “Oh,” she pressed her hands against her mouth. “Where did you find him? Or her?” She glances at Elsie worriedly as she speaks. There are many places around here that a child could be dropped… but who would be so cruel as to abandon a baby to the elements this close to winter? Given that there is a war on though, perhaps the parents did not have any choice. Well… she does want a sibling for Thomas. If Abraham will not oblige her request, she sees no harm in adopting.

“Come up to the house, both of you.” She decides after a moment. “We’ll get the baby warmed up, and settled. Then I’ll start asking around town, and see if I can find out where the little one might have come from, and if anyone claims them. If not, I think I can persuade Abraham into giving the child a home.” Or she will simply adopt the child herself, and let Abraham work out the pieces as he bothers to notice them. He has wrecked enough chaos on their home by leaving her in the dark about serious situations… it seems only appropriate that she give him a taste of his own medicine. And another dear little child in their home can only be a blessing, unlike some of the changes he has brought about during their admittedly rocky marriage. At least taking an orphan in from the cold is unlikely to get anyone hanged, unlike hiding spy equipment under the bedroom floor and in their root cellar.

[i-lavabean]

Newfaire date ideas: reconnect with your ex by setting fire to a historical building

[thatdamhobbit]

I am So Totally Capable of being normal about Elsie and Rajan, but I’m so scared because now I’m emotionally invested and @quiddie is Out For Blood.

I can’t take another Marion and Jean. Aabria, I’d ask you to have mercy but I know it’s far too late.

Good luck all.

[avictimofthejazz]

Ciara held up her hands, knowing she looked absolutely ragged after her journey to her father’s camp. Francis’s elegant oldest daughter making the long trip through the swamps to Snow’s Island is a clear clue that something has gone horribly wrong. “Not since I left Pond Bluff—but it was simple enough for me to pass through what checkpoints I came across. I simply claimed that I needed to reach my sick grandmother urgently because she had been cut off from help due to the war. Most soldiers will not hold up a woman on a mission of mercy like that—they have grandmothers and people they love as well.”

Ciara reaches out to take Elsie’s hands, in a bid to hold her in place then to comfort her. “We had to leave Pond Bluff. Tarleton and the British were getting far, far too close. Murphy is taking Mother to Aunt Noreen’s in Fredericksburg. He wanted me to come with them, and then he would double-back to tell you all what happened. I was worried that would take too much time, however. Therefore, I volunteered to come tell you myself.” She glances around the small camp before frowning. “Are Father and Patrick here? I need to tell them as soon as possible.” Ciara had no idea how long she would stay in the camp after that. It would have to be a day or so, but she was a wise enough woman to know that she had no place here. She had a good many skills, an excellent baker and a natural diplomat being on the top of the list, but they were not useful in a militia focusing on guerrilla warfare against the British. Her place was keeping things organized on the civilized front of the family’s situation, and helping her mother manage everything. The swamps… well… those were the domain of her father and her siblings.

@avictimofthejazz (Ciara)

"If ya're here in Snow Island---" Elsie tries to swallow down the cutting edge of FEAR curling up her spine, "wh-- what's happened to Pond Bluff? A-- and -- mother? An-- And Murphy?" Then she pauses, her eyes ghosting over her elder sister as she reaches for a gun. "Ya didn't run into any trouble, did ya?"

[trickster-tabby]

it's blorb o' clock have some dolls

@nachosforfree @catboygirlboss

[readerofoddities]

Second Time's the Charm masterpost

Welcome to the masterpost of my original story Second Time's the Charm!

Second Time's the Charm is an original story following the story of Princess Penelope Marie de Folio. Formerly the queen of her country, having become so through unsavory means, she has been sent back in time to be her fifteen/sixteen year old self in order to fix all of her mistakes

Character introduction posts

Penelope de Folio

Elsiana de Folio

Samael Beorn

Everine von Campa

Marion von Forgathe

Diana Yearwood

Text ramblings about the story

Penelope and Elsie's family

The Journal of Alberdo A. Wondreberg

Intro post

To be added onto as I share more! I hope you enjoy this and your day :)

[avictimofthejazz]

Elsie hands murphy a baby bu

@unyieldingvalxr

It is not unusual for Elsie to show up from her rambles in the woods and fields with all kinds of things in hand—most of which are things she intends to bring home. Sometimes something else tags along for the ride—spiders, burrs, or the few times when a little salamander or field snake got tangled up in her cloak—but generally they are treasures that she intends to share with her brother. Therefore, it does not surprise him when Elsie asks him to hold out his hands… but he is not expecting his younger sister to gently deposit a baby bunny in them. Starting a bit, he keeps himself from jerking too hard and accidentally dropping the little animal. While the first coat of fur is starting to take hold, it still easily fits in the palm of his hand, and its eyes have just finished opening. It is a very little baby.

“Do you know what happened to the mother?” He looks at his sister worriedly, glancing around his room for something more comfortable for the baby to sleep in then his hands. He might need to raid their mother’s sewing room for something to make a nest from… he debates asking, but he is not sure she would be delighted that Elsie brought another animal home. His mother often grumbles, though lovingly, that Murphy is her son. As such, he should be the one trekking mud into the house, and turning up with every lost animal in creation. Instead, Murph is fairly studious, and attends to his books and the business of running the family home when his father cannot. Elsie, meanwhile, is running around like a wild thing in the woods, dashing most of her hopes for a demure daughter. Murph will not take his sister any other way. “Come on.” He stands up from his desk. “The first thing we need to do is make a nest for this little fellow. Then we can figure out what he should eat.”

[anoseforrottenapples]

annastrxng asked:“?” Elsie to Mary or anyone you want

@unyieldingvalxr

“That doesn’t look like a scratch.” Mary’s keen eyes take in the injury that the younger woman is trying to downplay. With a sharp gesture, she indicates that Elsie should sit by the fire so she will be able to see her friend’s wrist and hand better. “Whatever happened? You were playing ‘catch the knife’, and you lost?” She inquires wearily, almost too used to people turning up at her home with strange injuries by now. She deftly fills a bowl with steaming water from the kettle hanging over the flames, before going about gathering clothes, and what few medical supplies she has. She desperately needs to buy more… at the rate people in her circle are injuring themselves, she will be out of several crucial items soon. Setting everything down on the hearth, she pulls a second chair closer. Reaching out for Elsie’s hand, she frowns. “I would like to have this treated before Abraham comes home. He will have questions, and he is rarely discreet about how he asks them.” In fact, her husband is rarely discreet about anything. Even with her assistance, the fact that the British have not discovered he is a spy could possibly be counted as a minor miracle. Out of all the men in Setauket who might be a spy, Abraham is the least suited to the task. Perhaps that is why no one has discovered him yet… he is too obvious to be a suspect, so he is often overlooked by the spy hunters. For whatever is shielding her family from unwanted attention, Mary often sends up brief prayers of thanksgiving. However, between Abraham’s temperament, and her own moments of taking in injured people like Elsie, that protection may vanish with little warning. She knows she has to take great care not to damage it herself in any way… even if that means lying about who Elsie is, and why she is here.

“If anyone might happen across the farm and inquire,” She instructs quietly. “You are my cousin from Oyster Bay. You were coming for a visit, and you encountered difficulties along the way.”

[sharkinabathtub]

A selection of illustrations from one of my (dead) grandpa’s old biology books. This one is “How to Know the Wild Flowers” by Mrs William Starr Dana, 1905. Illustrations by Marion Satterlee and Elsie Louise Shaw.

The black and white illustrations have MS, likely for Marion Satterlee. That suggests Elsie Louise Shaw probably did the color illustrations.

[unyieldingvalxr]

"Yes!!! What we're suggestin' is absolutely INSANE." Elsie unflinchingly responds. "I mean, it's beyond wildest dreams and far FETCHES." Her eyes flick upwards. "I was hopin' ya'd say that." She tosses Sadie a gun. "Where ya wanna start?"

"You think somebody's got to be crazy to believe us?" Joanna asked. "Maybe we're crazy, too. But we don't need nobody else. We can do it ourselves."

[unyieldingvalxr]

How pure are you?

[trickster-tabby]

@nachosforfree @catboygirlboss I had a vision

[timeguardians]

Updated muse page: By category

and yes I am, for the time being, bringing five of my other blogs onto this one. At least until I get out of being critically ill)

----Historical & Period Drama:----

-----Turn ----

Philomena Cheer (with modern actress verses, Bridgerton, Titanic verses)

Elsie Marion ( Swamp Fox's/Francis Marion's Daughter-- many AUs available)

Samatha Tallmadge

Eliza Smith (Mary Woodhull's sister)

Peggy Shippen (request only)

Abigail (request only)

Samuel Tallmadge (Private& request only)

Colonel William Bradford (Private & request only)

----Titanic----

Rose Dewitt Bukater (Titanic with Turn & Bridgerton verses)

----Bridgerton ----- Kate Sharma (Bridgerton)

----Downton Abbey----

Sybil Crawley (Downton Abbey, Turn Verses, Titanic & possible Bridgerton Verse)

Mary Crawley(Downton Abbey, Bridgerton verses)

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----Young Sheldon & BBT ----

Missy Cooper (With Turn & A-team Influences)

-----Dc, Marvel, Hero:----

Peggy Carter

Captain Stephanie "Stevie" Rogers- Fem Captain Rogers

Sergeant Jamie "Bucky" Buchanan Barnes

Diana Prince

Brianna Wayne

Jamie Michaela Rogers (Oc daughter of Peggy Carter & Steve Rogers)

Yovela Edina Jarvis (Oc daughter of Edwin & Ana Jarvis) fc: young brooke shields alternate tbd

----Disney & Movie ----

Elizabeth Swann -Turner

Melody

Ariel

Mulan

Anastasia Romanov

Belle

Susan Pevensie

Lucy Pevensie

Mia Thermopolis

Anna of Arendelle

----Star Wars----

Rey

Qi'ra (Low activity/request only)

female! Poe Dameron (Low activity/request only)

----First Responders & detectives:----

----One Chicago----

Gabby Dawson

Lizzie Novak

Kim Burgess

Vanessa Rojas

---- Law and Order SVU----

Oliva Benson

Juliet Higgins (request only)

Nancy Drew (1960s heavily influenced with smatterings of book canon)

Avery Morgan (Doctor Odyssey)

____The Rookie____

Lucy Chen

Talia Bishop

Baily Nune

-----Villain Muses ----

Kat

-----60s-the80s muses----

Cherry Valance (request only)

Bonnie barstow

Ricki Tubbs

Justice Crockett

Jake Crockett (private muse with Smeagol)

Judy Hoffs

Amy Amanda Allen

John Hannibal Smith

HM Murdock (Shipped only with Avictimofthejazz's Kelley)

Pete Malloy- Adam-12

Dominic Luca 1975

[unyieldingvalxr]

"Truth be told, I miss my trousers." She rumbles begrudgingly. Skirts felt so foreign now, there's almost too much freedom provided by flowy fabric. She grins at the idea of being a distraction so Mol could rob them blind with her remarkable talent of card playing. "Only one thing, with all them studying me--" She starts, "what if one a'em recognize me from the swamps? Then we'll both be sunk." Elsie sighs. "Who is that one officer that ya want me to run through again, if by chance, I happen to see 'em?"

"You look fine." Molly attempted to reassure as she tugged on the sleeves of Elsie's short gown trying to smooth out the wrinkles.

"Besides, the more the men look at you, the better chance I have of winning a hand or two." She offered a faint smile.

Gambling hadn't exactly been at the forefront of her mind when she'd agreed to scout in the city with Miss Marion, but it was the only way they could earn a bit of bribe money for the local authorities.

[quipxotic]

I know other people have talked about what it would be like if Howard and Rajan met, but what about Rajan and Sean Finnerty? How would that even go? Would they hate each other on sight? Would they flirt each other into something more cordial? I can't even imagine, but I'd love to see it.

Other cross-circle meetings I'd love to see:

Elsie and Jinnah

Auntie Bee and Madam Glask

Nathaniel and Cosmo

Arlo and Elsie

Nathaniel and Rajan

Charlotte and Cosmo

Oscar and Sean

Marion and Arlo

Auggie and Madam Glask

Howard and Cosmo

Auggie and Nathaniel

Charlotte and Rajan

Jinnah and Howard

Auntie Bee and Oscar

Just so many interesting, potentially juicy interactions. It's a shame we'll never get a chance to see it. Ah well, that's part of what fan fiction is for.