#valour*

[sictransitgloriamvndi]

[hot-hand-enthusiast]

Whimsy and Valour are kissing sloppy w/ tongue btw. if you even care

[vedicinsights]

Astrology Observation PART 6

People who have Rahu (North node) in the 3rd house are more likely to work in media, marketing, writing, journalism, or communication-related fields, whether verbal or non-verbal. However, the 3rd house is known as the house of valor. Rahu positioned here will not make the native truly courageous; it will only create the appearance of courage. Since Rahu is a planet of illusions and deception, it creates a false sense of bravery that doesn't truly exist.

LET ASTROLOGY CHOOSE YOU!

[mensfactory]

Aston Martin Valour

[marydublinauthor]

“You deserve to be happy wherever you chose to be…. I just thought that would be with me”

&

“You can have me too. I’ll be yours”

I cannot wait to read this part in the published version of Valour, or whatever revised scene this ends up being. It completely sends my heart

CRYYY thank you so much lovely!! That means so much 🥺🫶🏻

We are really hoping to publish later this year or next! For marketing purposes I’ll be using a different pen name from Mary Dublin but it’s HAPPENING.

Was brainstorming cover ideas just this morning 💘👀📖 @smol-smoggie

[kixsuskat]

I haven't entirely solidified her design actually.. she's able to shapeshift (but prefers her superior draconic form)

[nordic-noire]

'Nothing is lost while courage remains.'

[silhouettehistory]

Amazing Majestic 2 V SilhouetteHistory

Silhouettes of the thre retro-ispired limited production cars of Aston Martin, including the 2024 Valour (110 units), and 2025 Valiant (38 units).

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[moderndaybrando]

I have got to become the me I used to be.. or rather now, I have always wanted to be. The best. Inside and out. Mentally, emotionally, spiritually, and physically. Entirely. I need to be the person I’ve always wanted to be. The person I always knew I am. Soon. A complete burn out and rebirth. I need to set it all alight and watch it build and morph into something new and beautiful. I am determined to. I have to. I need to.

[violent138]

I always thought that "discretion is the better part of valour" meant that you keep quiet about the people you save/help/keep their secrets. Turns out it means that you can run away and that's much less cool.

[kikothedragoncat]

Me becoming 84x more interested every time Cywen has a chapter:

[tapperhet-em]

1

Meeri's father had been King since before she was born. Now her Uncle had employed a traitor within the castle to overthrow him. Believing for some reason it was her, her family abandoned her to be executed for treason by her uncle. One knight, Eniar, comes to her rescue....

“Meeri!” Einar called as he saw standing in the middle of the road, soaked to the skin in her cape and dress, unmoving and seeming in a daze.  What the fuck was she doing out there?  Where were her parents and siblings?  When she turned to face him, he pulled his horse to a stop next to her and dismounted in an instant to pull her in close in a tight embrace.  Everything about her screamed devastation at him in the loudest sense, which made sense with what had happened with her uncle, but did not answer why she was alone when it was not safe for her to be.  “Meeri, what the fuck is going on?  Where is everyone?!  Why are you alone?  Fuck, sweetheart you're trembling.  It is not safe for you out here.”  He held her closer, draping his own cape over her to keep more of the rain off of her as he waited for some kind of answer.

“They..they left me.” She sobbed against the knight's shoulder.  Now he would too, now he knew and would abandon her like her family had.  She would have no one.  It would be no time before her uncle's men found her. “Father said it had to be me who helped uncle. That I was the traitor.  I wanted him dead.. I’m the oldest, so I’m the only one who could have conspired with uncle.”  Her whole body shook as she clung to him and sobbed, praying he wouldn’t pull away and leave her.  She had always thought him a friend, feeling more but of course it would never be reciprocated.

Einar was at a complete loss for words.  Even though her words were stilted and somewhat disjointed, he understood it all. This had to be some mistake.  There was no way that they would have just left her, was there?  “Okay.  It’ll be okay, Meeri.  Let’s get you out of this rain first, then we can figure out what is really going on.  Okay?  I'll take care of you.”  He felt her nod as he held her tighter.  Fucking hell!  He had no problem making sure she was okay, but he could not fathom how her family just abandoned her.  There was a death sentence on them to be executed in less than an hour if any of them were found. 

“I’m going to put you up on Khaos sidesaddle, then I’m going to get up so we can get back and you up into my room at the garrison.  They haven’t dismissed us yet, so I can at least get you some dry sweats and sneak you out after midnight.” He pushed her back from him so he could look her in the eyes and make sure she was actually hearing him.  The whole coup from the Duke had been a surprise and happened so fast there had been no fighting. Now many in the castle did not know what they would do or where they would go.  His family was landed gentry with multiple estates.  He would take over as Lord Baron of one, and he’d just take Meeri with him.  They’d figure it out from there. 

Meeri had ridden with Einar before this way, so she knew how to position herself atop the horse once he'd placed her up there, to make it easier for him.   Once he joined her, they headed to the garrison at top speed.  Her uncle had only given her family a one hour lead before ordering that if they were found, they were to be beheaded.  They had to get her hidden quickly.  

As they rode, Meeri leaned against her knight that she’d always considered a friend, her arms encircling him.  She still wasn't quite sure why he was helping her at such a great risk.  By protecting her, he was signing his own death sentence. While they had always been friendly, maybe even friends in his mind like as in hers, as soon as her father was deposed, his duty to her ended and she became enemy of the crown and so him as well.  She could only hope that he was not betraying her into her uncle's hands.

Once they arrived at the garrison, he rode around to the back.  There were fewer eyes there to see him secret her into the building and up onto the floor his rooms were on.  “Come on, follow me.  Once I’ve got you in my rooms, I want you to hide in the bedroom while I get Tieran, Lorcan, and Elio.” Einar told her as he helped her off of Khaos.  He knew his three best friend would help without question.  For one, they all hated the new King.  For another, they all adored Princess Meeri.  And third, they were loyal to one another like brothers. Taking her hand in his, lacing their fingers, he led her through back hallways and stairwells up to the floor where his suite was.  Thankfully they didn’t run into anyone.  With all the commotion of the coup of the Duke over the King, many of the legion had fled, or were out on patrol.  It helped their situation, something that Einar was thankful for.  “Stay here, do not answer if anyone knocks, and don’t worry.  Meeri, it’s going to be okay.  We will take care of you.”  He looked down into her grey eyes, looking up at him filled with worry and fear.

“They will kill you all if they find out you are helping me.  Why are you doing this?” She searched his eyes, her brows drawing together in confusion.  His duty to her father was done.  Was there more to it?  Had the friendship she’d felt towards him been reciprocated? His eyes softened around the edges as his dark eyes imported her to see him the way he saw her, but maybe she never would.  Maybe she didn’t understand or never had. “Do you really not know, Meeri?” Einar asked, cupping her cheek with one hand as he drew in closer to her.  The large room seeming to close in around them as the space between evaporated with his movements.  “I would kill for you, die for you, keep you safe any way I could, and always will. Even if you haven’t seen me as I’ve seen you.”  He could see it sinking in as her face relaxed and eyes widened, lips parting as she seemed to fight to find a response, not that he needed one.  

“I…Einar…” her lips kept moving but words were evading her like somehow the two of them had just evaded her uncles knights. Tears stung at her eyes, how had she never known?  How had she never seen?  How?   She covered his hand with her own, swallowing down the emotions that were threatening to overwhelm.  Her fingers wrapped around his hand, clinging to him.

“Now, stop that before we both cry.” Einar took her head in both hands very gently and placed a kiss in the middle of her forehead.  “Love you too, Meeri.”  He turned and strode from the room, giving her a wink as he closed the door.  If he hadn’t gotten out of there, he would have been too emotional over what was going on and what had just happened between them to go find his friends.  

For a full minute, if not more, Meeri stood there staring at the closed door that Einar had exited through.  Had that really just happened?  Was she hallucinating?  No, she was sure that it had just happened and she was lucid.  Somehow in the middle of a day that seemed sent straight from the bowels of hell to swallow her and her family whole, something good had happened.  It was to that she would cling as she waited for Einar and his friends to return.  Even when her family had turned their back on her, when she had been betrayed, there was one who believed in her and would not do the same.

[mrsmyths-automobilia-1984]

Aston Martin Valour

[all-action-all-picture]

Valour No. 5, dated 3 December 1980. Devil Dinosaur cover by Jack Kirby (originally used on Devil Dinosaur No. 1, 1978).

[fieriframes]

[It's gorgeous pie. Discretion being the better part of valour... You're a pizza joint. Yeah, but we got to be different.]

[marydublinauthor]

Can I just say.. I adore Ross and Val from Valour. That dynamic is what my dreams are made of. Enemies to lovers in its finest, Ross falling for the one thing he has sworn to hate and he was the most ruthless of all. His sweet spot for Val is the most precious and you can tell he’s realizing he doesn’t have to be alone forever and the heart wants what it wants.

I had to share and I hope they get married. That’s it.

Ahh THANK you so much!! 🥹😍 You said it so well - the fact that he falls in love with such a contradiction to his values, and vice versa for her! I can’t tell you how obsessed I am with how they change each other; Ross growing more gentle and open, Val becoming more wild and strong.

Here’s a sneak preview from the REVISED Valour we are working on! @smol-smoggie

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Further adding to her torment, a northerly wind moaned through the iron bars and chilled her to the core. She hissed through her teeth and tucked her limbs up tightly around her, huddling into the closest rocky alcove for shelter. Valeria was beginning to think she would die of cold long before she succumbed to starvation. Perhaps it would be a mercy.

‘Valeria,’ the voice beckoning was like familiar thunder now.

She turned sharply to find Ross’ eye opened to a slit - the caramel color barely catching the light. He was slumped against the wall, in one of the more relaxed positions possible with the length of chains on his person. It was so strange to hear her name on his lips. Sometimes she forgot he’d noticed at all.

‘Just “Val” is fine,’ she said.

‘Whatever you want to be called, come here.’

Cautiously, she did as he asked. Her newfound sense of kinship was soiled as he snapped out a hand to wrap around her the moment she was within reach.

‘Ross! Don’t—‘

‘You don’t even know what I’m doing yet.’

‘You shouldn’t just grab me.’

Ross stopped, holding her before his face and smiled. ‘You remember who you’re talking to, don’t you?’

Valeria wilted slightly at the war crimes that flickered in that massive eye. ‘Yes. But still! I don’t much enjoy being plucked up like that. Courtesy doesn’t have to die just because-‘

‘Shut up,’ Ross groaned. ‘My point is, you’re going to freeze to death without me.’

He gave her another hard look, like a general’s command, before bringing her to his neck.

Darkness enveloped her: his hand and neck forming a hollow that instantly shut out the draught. Ross’ pulse flickered weakly there, but it was warm as firelight. Valeria found herself nestling against his skin, as though it were a cozy blanket.