#valiancie

[curseconsumed]

@valiancie

The moon was full that night, illuminating the Nash estate like a glowing beacon. It was cold for summer – unseasonably cold – and Elizabeth Morrow trekked swiftly along the grounds, tightening her fingers around the cape at her throat. She intended to read for a bit in the barn. Despite it not being safe, there was a restless, unsettled pull in her stomach that compelled her to sit with the horses. Animals, no matter the type, tended to warm her far more than any human companionship, and on this night she was in dire need of company.

Upon entering the barn, she set down the lantern she’d been carrying and moved over to Gunpowder, her favorite of the well-bred steeds. His white hair practically glowed within the candlelight, and she smiled while moving over to stroke his flank. “Hello, there,” Elizabeth whispered. “Do you mind if I sit with you for a s.pell?”

He nickered in response and she grinned, rubbing his nose. Taking that to mean “yes,” she happily sank onto the dirty ground by his stall and curled her knees toward her chest. Beneath her cloak, she unearthed the worn, dog-eared letter she’d read and re-read by her cousin, Samuel. She hadn’t heard from him in three whole months… Though not unusual for correspondence to be spotty during w.ar, Elizabeth dreaded any potential news that he might have been killed or struck ill.

Opening the letter with shaking fingers, Elizabeth once more read through Samuel’s stilted, sloppy scroll, only to jerk at the distant whinny of a horse. That surely didn't belong to the Nashes...all of their thoroughbreds were in for the night.

Brow creasing, Elizabeth listened in confusion, tilting her head toward the sound of the noise. Despite it being a fledgling gift of hers, she could make out a faint glow, almost like the figure of a man outlined by candle flame. He was several yards ahead of at least five men on horseback -- from what she could discern, he was dodging through the woods while the others remained on the main path. Unfortunately, it seemed these men were roaming the estate. In this time and age, it was quite common for thieves to pillage, so she could easily imagine what these strangers wanted.

Determined, Elizabeth rose from off the ground in search of the musket Dr. Desmond Nash, the p.atriarch of the estate, kept hanging on the far barn wall. With shaking hands, she drew the weapon downward, then checked the flash pan to see if it was loaded with gunpowder. It wasn’t.

Cursing under her breath, Elizabeth rummaged through a neighboring basket, then withdrew a paper cartridge before ripping it open with her teeth. From her peripheral, she could sense the first figure clumsily approaching.

After loading the gunpowder into the flash pan, Elizabeth took the metal rod off the musket and jerked it in and out of the barrel, all the while creeping toward the closed barn doors. The man was nearly upon her now…

With the musket fully loaded, Elizabeth took a breath, then ripped open the left barn door. In a flash, she jerked the musket upright and pointed it toward the shadowed figure, her hands shaking as she seethed, “Not another step! Don’t come any closer!”

Sallow light from her lantern danced across the man’s face, but he was unfamiliar to her -- she’d never seen him in Lufton before. Mouth growing dry, she shifted the musket so that the b.utt rested against her shoulder. “Please,” she begged, “I don’t want to hurt you -- just turn around and go!”

[apurekindness]

@valiancie gets a modern AU starter for Julia!

Although magic was certainly not unheard of in New York, Kiara liked to keep her abilities on the downlow. It didn't tend to be safe to expose herself to non-magic folk, as one could never truly guess how they would respond. But there were some instances where it became unavoidable...like this one. A clearly injured, unconscious man lay on the sidewalk. Even if she hadn't been a doctor, Kiara would never have been able to just walk by.

Instead, she kneeled down beside him - murmuring quiet reassurances, just in case he could hear her - and carefully cupped his face in her hands. With a vague look of concentration, she sent her healing powers flowing directly into him and a second later, the wound on his head had vanished and he blinked awake. Pleased, she helped him to his feet and moved to continue with her journey...when her eyes met those of a young woman who had clearly watched the whole encounter.

"Oh, um. I can explain..." she stuttered, nervously clasping her hands together.

[maryfloydtallmadge]

Heroics

@valiancie

"Woodhull?" She sweetly intones. "You know full well that I was referring to your heroics. However, I will listen to anything you wish to say." Mary remarks. His fighting to make their world a little better for young girls enthralls her. How wonderful would it be to find oneself surrounded by learned women.

Her porcelain fingers unfurl, curling gingerly about the slope of his cheeks Ben turns to her. She traces gentle lines there as she reclines with him. "Of course I would!!!" Eager eyes cast over him. She curls into his side. "Tell me ALL of it." She insatiably requests.

[annastrxng]

The turn squad - @honorhearted, @pagetreader, @retrograderesemblance @fallsekings @toodamnloyal @valiancie @anoseforrottenapples And everyone else <3 I love you guys so much <33

[bluejeanbaby]

" I'm gonna drag your ass out into the sun! " (from merc to arlo)

“You’d miss me way too much.” Arlo replied raising a brow to the man. “Plus the smell of burning skin sucks and you know that.” he chuckled as he curled back up in his seat. “I get it. I ate your last cosmic brownie but you can’t just threaten to kill me because of that, okay? It’s not fair.” he smirked. 

[wasgentlearch]

uhh about your portrayal: lowkey intimidated first, ahhh, because you've got -such- a good grasp on su and you seem to be able to express her thoughts and actions so well! your writing is lovely and it's so interesting to hear your hcs and your ideas! in the end, you're not at all intimidating, you're very nice and i'm glad we found a plot to write!

SKFSLKFDF well hi i’m really glad you’re not intimidated now because i ??? not fond of intimidating people lol BUT! thank you so so much and i’m really glad we found a plot to write, as well! 

tell me your honest opinion of my portrayal ! : (listen, i’ll ALWAYS accept , who am i kidding?)

[nimueries--a]

' Excuse me, I don’t want you to think I’m ridiculous or anything, but you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. I just felt like I had to tell you. ❜ (from Edward)

a c c e p t i n g  ➟  pick up line sentence meme

edward .  // @valiancie​

       ● ● ●                         SHE GLANCED UP AT HIM WORDLESSLY, face pointedly devoid of expression as she allowed those violet eyes of hers to leisurely appraise this swaggering creature blocking out the sun. Her elbows rested on the polished tabletop outside the cafe, a cuppa resting between her hands in the air. Nimue brought the porcelain to her lips, taking a savoring sip of lavender and clover before slowly setting it back on the table. She licked her lips, smiling - finally - in a way that showed off the pearly glint of her teeth. 

❝ What’s the success rate of that line, exactly? ❞The blonde asked conversationally, resting her chin in the palm of her hand as if she were genuinely interested. She didn’t argue or feign modesty, however. Nimue was aware of her good genetics, whether that made her confident or vain or any other number of egregiously sinful things she didn’t bother to care or think about. 

                                           ❝ Because I just have to tell you; the delivery is a little lacking. ❞

[threecardtrick]

👑 edward iv

WOULD I: YES / MAYBE / NO

HAVE I EVER BEFORE: YES / NO

my intense knowledge of medieval english history begins with wolsey and ends with cromwell so basically my mind is like ??? on this because it’s not a no, per say, but it’s not a yes because i just really have zero grasp on him. sorry fam

[desmoulinsc-a-blog]

gin hadn't worked, nor ignoring. camille's speech is endless when combined with booze. tobias was in for a quick fix, but instead his undead brain instinctually decided to show interest in desmoulins and now the latter has latched onto him like a unshakeable hangover. having left him on his bed, toby had begun to tidy his space, preparing for whoever came the next night. but he's stopped by now and heads over to camile, roughly kissing him on the mouth, cliché attempt to SHUT him up. (smooched.)

SMOOCH THIS BOY / always accepting tbh

"so i told him to shut the fuck up,” he continues, a cigarette burning between his fingers. camille talks with his hands. the smoke dances when he does. “i told him he doesn't know what the fuck he's talking about! this guy, of course, is in his best suit, dressed to the damn nines. red handkerchief in his pocket, hemmed pants—and here's me—" he gestures vaguely to himself, "—yelling at each other at the strike of midnight like fucking cinderella about politics. i got up on the fountain, and you know what i did!" camille starts to laugh. "you know what i did! i said—"

out of his laughter, his eyes catch the mouth coming down upon his own, stopping his breath, his words, and every sound that may have came after. camille breathes at the corners, heart pumping out of his chest, the rough kiss sweeping his mind of every story, every line of poetry and drunken hymns his head contained. he hardly remembers what he was talking about. when it's over, camille is left stunned into oblivion. "——okay—."

[perhiistoria]

❝ @valiancie ❞  ┆  CONTINUED.

York’s sun, with golden hair crowning his lovely visage, swept through the hallway with grace, Headed for his bedchamber, the young king longed to reunite with his Queen wife. When he opened the gilded door, he was met with a mass of golden hair, cascading down a supple backside. Once close enough, he tangled battle worn fingers into it, gliding through the locks with ease. Moving to her front, he tilted her chin upward to meet his lips. Once met, he smiled and drew her closer.

‘ Lovely Elizabeth, I have missed you. ‘

                     WITH golden hair hanging loose in waves down her back, Elizabeth resembled a glowing fertility goddess with swell of child hinted at under gown of gold. She hummed contentedly as husband returned, eyes fluttering shut as their lips met for a kiss that did not last long enough, she believed.

“I dare not open my eyes, husband, lest you be a DREAM...”

[lchaiim]

W (for the accidental nudes. I forgot i wanted to send this meme.... poor sam. )

〖 @valiancie 〗

❨ from here ❩

[ text: benjamin ] i’m burning my phone now.[ text: benjamin ] and you’re paying for the new one i’m going to have to buy.

[nimueriesa]

❝I don’t think I can take this much longer.❞ (from ned )

ACCEPTING ┊ richard siken sentence starters

@valiancie​ ┊ EDWARD

                    ☽ ● ☾              –       ❝ Oh? Has Icarus finally realized the heat of the sun? ❞

Amusement colors her tone, just barely reflecting behind the blue-violet of her eyes. If there is sympathy for his plight, she does very little to show it. A dismissive sigh instead carries away any thoughts of compassion, her gaze heavy in its scrutiny of Edward. There were many that revered him as something of a God --- as untouchable in life as he was upon the battlefield, blessed with good fortune despite a penchant for reckless behavior. He was this age’s King Arthur and history did so like to repeat itself.

                                                 ❝ Well, it’s not as if you can stop, now is it? ❞

[bonhcmme]

colour meme: pink?

color meme (not accepting)

His eyes closed as he remembered, and a smile spread. “The first flower Cosette brought back to me was the most delicate shade of pink. She had been reluctant to leave my side; this was the first time she had, and it was to fetch me a little flower that had caught her eye. She pressed it into my hand. To be perfectly honest she’d got it from someone’s window-box. There was nothing to be done about it now so I cherished it anyway and later dried it in a book, but on the way home I explained she couldn’t go around doing that. You shouldn’t take things without asking, not even flowers.” He looked again. “I’ve kept it, even to this day.”

[tarnishedtrust]

happy birthday, ma ! -kiss from philip-

          ❝  THANK  YOU  ,  PIP  ! !  ❞  a  huge  smile  crosses  her  face  as  her  slender  arms  wrap  around  his  frame  .  elizabeth  squeezes  him  tight  &  ruffles  his  curls  .  ❝  i  love  you  .  when  did  you  get  T A L L E R  than  me  again  ?  how  about  no  more  aging  for  either  of  us  —  especially  you  !  ❞

@valiancie

[rosewrists]

for @valiancie, from x:

she can’t look at him because she won’t be able to keep herself off him. the tension between them had been undeniable, and had been around since way before she was single. it could be anythin from a deep look or a lingering touch, but she was tired of fighting it back. she was single, so was he, and they deserve to be happy. even if it means they just have a fling, or he shoots her down, at least she will have tried. ❝ .... yeah. it’s--- it’s something more than that. ❞

[annastrxng]

How Long Has Your Stomach Been Hurting:

@valiancie continued from X

The quality of mercy is not rationed whilst Anna’s maple gaze beholds his quieted suffering. She knows him well enough to know that this illness was torturing him. A lecture perches upon the tip of her tongue though she was not apt to unleash it upon him without just cause.

Fingertips still chilled in spite of the comfort of her partial gloves, press gingerly to his forehead as he takes a seat. “Hours? And you’ve told no one? You haven’t even sought help?” The worry evidently reverberates in the undercurrent of her words. Dark brows furrow, collecting together over the bridge of her nose. “What? Did you think that this was just going just...” she shrugs her shoulder, “going to go away?”  

“Ben, you’re going to rest. I’m going to fetch the camp doctor. I don’t want to hear another word of it. Besides, I can help shoulder some of your tasks,” she offers. “ Anna refuses to lose him to whatever this ailment might be no matter his pride. The Cause depended upon him and his survival just as surely as it did His Excellency’s.