#heartscfvalor

[damnedrainbows]

Too tired to finish this rn, but Alastor and (mom) Lilith inspired by stuff with @gctchell Lilith learning that Roo has been masquerading as her…and she comforts broken fawn @heartscfvalor

#even though we haven’t started yet figured you’d love this too hehe #lilith morningstar #alastor #hazbin hotel #(rp art) #(my art) #gctchell #heartscfvalor

[taleswritten]

@heartscfvalor sent

"So you're...Angel Dust, was it?" It has been a long time, Lucifer felt very awkward trying to make small talk. He needed to get out of the manor more often. "We didn't get properly acquainted. I wanted to apologize for that, I really should have been more polite."

"That's right, Daddy Morningstar. Angel Dust at your service." A bat of his eyelashes in all too flirty way, perhaps he should reign it in, but oh how he does enjoy flirting. "Don't be sorry for that. You were rockin' Adam's shit and I gotta say - it was pretty hot to watch."

#he's so flirty i am sorry for him akjsjks #feel free to reply #heartscfvalor #angel dust interactions

[blackcurlsgreeneyes]

Can't Wait Here Silent // Closed RP

May was a quiet month; the survivors focused on physically rebuilding, and then sharing the monumental task of laying the defenders to rest and sorting the lost enemies. The Ministry was stretched thin as it strove to provide leadership while primarily performing law enforcement, and the Order rose readily to the task of helping round up all who had fought under Riddle to be evaluated.

June began, and brought with it the Trials. Reviewing the lists of names awaiting judgment, Harry mentally found himself categorizing this into three tiers: those were clear and resoundingly to be condemned; those who were fully innocent and would need post-Imperius or blackmail therapy; and the hazy third type, those who had acted under different kinds of coercion or obligation.

Draco Malfoy was the first name he placed on that list, and Harry would not be dissuaded. It was a relief to his core that Ron and Hermione understood; Ron testified all that he had seen at the Manor, and then during the Final Battle, and Hermione was clever enough to get Ollivander's on-record input regarding wand allegiance, providing support for the assertion that only Draco's intentional surrender of the wands would have given Harry the power he had, both escaping the Manor, and in his final showdown with Riddle.

Above all, Harry argued for the influence of psychological and physical torture, unyielding until the Ministry all but collapsed its protests. He did not deny them Lucius Malfoy; Harry sorted him between his first two tiers, believing the man to have gone from devoted loyalist to scared shitless for his wife and son, by the end. Lucius faced yet another Trial, and again went to Azkaban, this time for one year.

And for that one year, they assigned Draco to house arrest at the Manor. He and his mother lived there alone now, with Tonks assigned as a liaison to monitor her kin. Harry heard next to nothing after that, simply confirmations that all seemed well, and life moved on to the rest of the Trials, the funerals, and then slowly turning the page to a new era in the wizarding world.

He had the date marked when that house arrest ended, and it found Harry at the gate of Malfoy Manor, spine stiff as Narcissa came to greet him there. It took three visits before she let him inside, and two more for those to not be silent and awkward hours at the tea table. Finally, she cracked, asking why in Salazar's name he was so insistent; Draco had left the estate the instant Tonks removed his Trace, and he was off the grid.

"No one should be alone," Harry had said, simply, thanking her elf for refilling his tea. "Least of all those who suffered. Draco blames himself, and he'll rot away in that mentality. I did not defend him out of some unwilling sense of requirement. I want him to heal."

Narcissa had stared at him for a long, long moment before asking him to return the next day. When he did, she gave him a parcel of foods and teas, and the information needed to cross into the Unplottable acreage where Draco was keeping a small cottage in the woods near Devon.

He didn't ask if she'd told her son. Harry thanked her, and Apparated there at once, finding when he landed that the air shimmered, and revealed a beautiful little homestead with a thick privacy hedge and gate. It opened to his hand, permitted by Narcissa, and Harry followed the stone path to knock on the little front door, curious if Draco lived completely alone, or if he kept an elf or pet, something for company in the solitude.

#heartscfvalor #Harry x Draco #RP: Can't Wait Here Silent #Drarry #Post War #PTSD mention #Draco has some major issues my good folks #hero complex Harry

[mugglebrn]

“ look, i get it. I do. you have no reason to believe what i’m saying. but i promise you: i’m from the future. “ -- from Draco, maybe for 4th year?

SHE'D TAKEN A DEFENSIVE STEP BACKWARDS AS HE APPROACHED AND NOW HER BACK IS AGAINST COOL STONE, FEELING VERY MUCH BOXED IN. Not that she gives in to the cornered feeling, instead choosing to straighten her posture and raise her chin, staring him down even as her fingers brush reassuringly against her wand.

If she takes the time and thinks about it, she'd see the supporting evidence of his claim. He looks older; a little more worn, a little less arrogant of an expression, and even his hair seems to be longer from what she remembers it looking like when he'd caught her attention by yelling something taunting at her yesterday at breakfast. But it made no sense - the only thing less likely that Draco Malfoy time travelling from the future, was Draco Malfoy from the future seeking her out.

"Prove it," she challenges, eyes wary and unflinching on @heartscfvalor.

#heartscfvalor #( verse : hogwarts. ) #( answered. )

[lettherebemonsters]

"Adam?"

This was new... This was...different. After her last life had ended, Eve found herself in a place that was bright and colorful, but it didn't look like anywhere she'd ever seen on Earth. And standing there, in large beautiful robes, with golden wings, stood a man that she could never forget. Had he come to haunt her dreams like he's done before?

She looked down at her hands, flexing her fingers, before looking up again. "Adam? Where am I?"

Well....this was the epitome of awkward. He didn't believe it for a second when St. Peter kicked open his door with those skinny ass twig legs of his, telling him Eve was at the gates.

He had to see this for himself....and for once, the piss baby wetting himself over a boo hadn't been completely full of shit.

Adam hadn't seen his second wife in so long time itself lost a lot of meaning. He had watched humanity grow and damn itself....and part of him blamed Eve. She let their kids know suffering because of that fucking fruit.

There he stood, a giant with equally massive wings of the most luxurious gold. But he wore a mask that hid his face....he wasn't ever really comfortable taking it off. Especially in front of someone from his past.

" Guess you finally made it. Welcome to Heaven."

#call me dickmaster! (adam) #heartscfvalor

[waywardsculs]

"Mom, can you tell me the story of how you and Dad first met again?" Charlie's eyes were big and soft, her chin resting on her hands as she grinned up at Lilith.

UNPROMPTED // ALWAYS ACCEPTING

There was nothing quite like the look her sweet little princess gave her whenever she wished to hear stories about such precious moments. Giggling to herself the Queen was gentle as she guided her daughter up onto her lap, starting to comb softly through Charlie's long hair.

" Of course , sweetheart . " Lilith hummed softly.

" Long , long ago , back when the world first began ... There were only two humans . We didn't get along that well , the world was peaceful , but ... Boring . Every day , I wondered what my true purpose was , if there was more meant for me ... One day , while I was sitting by a beautiful lake , it was then I finally laid eyes upon the most radiant sight I could have imagined .

It was your father . He was so pure , so bright and full of wonder ... Full of kindness and warmth ... I couldn't take my eyes off of him . He was shy at first , worried what might happen if it were found out we'd met , but from the moment our eyes met ... "

Lilith's expression was almost dreamy, filled with overwhelming love as arms wrapped around her daughter, eyes sliding shut.

" I was hopelessly in love with him . We learned so much together , he created so many things before me ... He was the most wondrous thing in all of existence , and I knew that he would be my world ... "

Pausing to look down at Charlie, however, she pressed a kiss to the girl's head before adding.

" And you , my sweet little Charlotte ... Are our most precious blessing . "

#heartscfvalor #lilith remembers the day she met him like it were yesterday #┊LILITH ═══ ✧ in character #┊mail received ═══ ✧ questions & answers

[themakerschildren]

I’ll Stare Directly At the Sun // Closed RP

@heartscfvalor​

They had been so close.

Or perhaps not; perhaps the Conclave would have failed. But it would have been vastly preferable to see if it stood a chance, to see if peace talks could accomplish anything....rather than to watch the sky rip apart from miles away, and know that something terrible had happened. Again. Cullen had almost fallen into flashbacks of seeing the sky over Kirkwall as fire leapt into the air, rending apart the Chantry, killing thousands, and launching a civil war.

But this was far, far worse. The rift that opened above Haven was not just destruction; it was evil. Spirits, demons of all kinds--the Fade seemed to be bleeding its spleen back into their world, and suddenly they were in a new kind of war.

When he had found Cassandra in the snow and ash battling the monsters, Cullen’s first glimpse of the man that she’d taken prisoner from the Temple’s ruins had not left a huge impression. He had seen dark hair, angry eyes, a mage staff on the boy’s back, and shackles on his wrists, and Cullen already had his conclusions.

Now, he was beginning to question how right his automatic assumptions had been.

Cassandra had said the boy helped willingly. And that the Mark had done something, that Solas had seized his arm and aimed it at one of the smaller rifts, and--it had closed. He had sealed it, stopped more demons coming through. They’d battled on as a group to bring the prisoner back to the Temple’s destroyed heart--and they had all witnessed it, heard it, a disturbing flicker of memory in the air as a dark voice called out, and the Divine herself was heard crying for help....

The boy--Tiegan--had done it. The sky was not healed, it was not over, but he stopped it spreading. And nothing more was falling from it to attack them. For just a moment, they could breathe. They staggered back to their makeshift shelter in Haven, wind-worn tents and fires barely cutting the cold, insufficient food and healing supplies, morale low....but hope existed.

Tiegan had collapsed when the rift closed. He was carried back on a stretcher, and one of the small houses nearer Haven’s gate was emptied so that he could be left to sleep it off, watched by a local boy. Inside the Chantry, the others gathered around their makeshift war table, relief over this victory not enough to stop working.

They were reviewing the map when the door opened after a timid knock, the village boy peeking inside. “B-begging pardon, Lady Seeker, but you asked to know as s-soon as the Herald woke. He did.”

Cassandra straightened up. “Run back and let him know we’re in here, if he’s strong enough to speak to us.”

“I’m still surprised you removed the shackles,” Cullen remarked, fingers tight on his sword hilt as the boy scurried off, leaving them waiting. “He was saving himself, too, closing the rift. We don’t know yet that we can trust him.”

#heartscfvalor #Cullen x Tiegan #Cullen Rutherford x Tiegan Borelli #RP: I'll Stare Directly At the Sun

[betweenthesinnersandthesaints]

@heartscfvalor liked for a starter in my Regent to the Future Queen AU

Queen Regent Anne Boleyn smiled as she watched her daughter reading in her chambers. It had been almost ten years since her husband the King had died, and while things had not been easy dealing with his former councilors that made up the Privy Council, she would do anything for her daughter. Even be polite to her former enemies so they wouldn’t go against the future Queen of England. 

“Good book, sweetheart?” She greeted as she entered her daughter’s chambers, preparing herself for the conversation that she knew had to be made. The negotiations had finally been settled for her daughter’s future marriage to the French prince that would become Elizabeth’s King Consort.

#heartscfvalor #the falcon queen:anne boleyn interactions #verse:regent of the future queen AU #closed starter

[smokedanced]

@heartscfvalor and i have found out that the way to get under hannibal lecter's skin and truly torture him is to make him eat mcdonalds. you can capture him and chain him up and hurt him and he's fine and still feeling in control. but the moment he has to get over his snobby ass and eat fast food because it's that or nothing is when he truly feels humiliated.

i'm laughing,

#why is plotting with hannibal always this #i am not nORMAL ABOUT THIS MAN #; hannibal lecter ❪ muse. ❫ #; shitposting #heartscfvalor

[taleswrittena]

@heartscfvalor sent ❛ did you hurt yourself? ❜ --Abigail to Will?

"Hm?" For a moment, there is a puzzled expression that crosses Will's features. Until he looks down and spots the blood upon his hands and clothes. Right, he should have cleaned up before he came to check on her.

Once more, his gaze lifts, to meet her concerned gaze. She seems completely worried about him and while it is a sweet notion, it is unneeded. He's not injured, only messy.

There's a forced smile that makes itself known next as he really wishes he would have remembered to change and shower. She's been through enough, she doesn't need to see him all bloody and risk panicking her given the flashbacks it could bring back.

He's in his own head now and he shakes his head in a back and forth motion, as if to shake the thought aside before forcing himself back to reality. "No, no. I'm not hurt. Just.....a hazard of the job. I should have cleaned up, sorry about that. I just wanted to check in on you."

#will interactions #feel free to reply! #heartscfvalor

[damnedrainbows]

He’s been in a tailspin since the wench returned. It’s not enough to haunt his life the way she’s been doing, now the witch has decided to show up here? He’d frozen when she appeared, the stitchings of his mouth faltering like they wanted to fall completely. Of course they never could, his shadow’s frightened frown compensating for what he couldn’t.

Her disgusting maternal demeanour, she was so good at the maternal masquerade, wasn’t she? Alastor always had this sense of danger when he spoke about Charlie to her, as if he was signing the girl’s death warrant. He didn’t know what her intentions were, but Alastor didn’t trust it.

He stood his ground, gripping his staff tightly against him. “Now you’re pretending you even know me? Some attempt to drive me insane perhaps? Make me believe I’ve lost my mind?”

@heartscfvalor

#she’s so sweet and he’s just not having it #(alastor) #heartscfvalor

[taleswritten]

@heartscfvalor sent [ HELD ] for the shorter muse to be the big spoon. --Lucifer to Angel (you know I had to)

Angel would be lying if he said Lucifer didn't just take him completely by surprise. Laying down next to Lucifer, he's not sure what he's expecting.

No, that would also be a lie.

He's expecting Lucifer to want to sleep with him, take him up on the offer he'd so eagerly given him but instead Lucifer pats the spot next to him for Angel to lay down in and Angel follows the instructions despite how hesitant he is.

He curls up beside Lucifer, facing him, only for Lucifer to place his hand on his hip. He expects Lucifer to start touching him but instead all he does is use his grip on his hip to guide him to roll over.

"Wha-?" Comes the confused response but still, Angel obeys, and suddenly Lucifer's arms are around him but also there is the comforting feeling of wings suddenly wrapped around him that makes Angel's voice hitch with the wave of emotion that hits him.

He sinks into the other's embrace. The spider demon is heavily confused but also, he feels incredibly safe, too. Something about both arms and wings wrapped around him feels too good to deny.

"I.....This is all you wanted?" If he sounds like he's in disbelief, it's because he is, he can't quite help it. He'd been so sure, so seductive and cocky before now. Now? Now, he doesn't quite know how to act.

#MY HEART #soft!! #heartscfvalor #angel dust interactions

[voltadcmar]

🌼 - What advice would they give to younger LGBTQ+ youth?

Questions for LGBTQ+ muses! ❤🧡💚💛💙💜 || accepting

🌼 - What advice would they give to younger LGBTQ+ youth? 

“To hang in there.”, he says, doesn’t even need to think about it for too long. “Keep going. Do what makes you happy. Don’t let anyone pull you down because of who you are - it is your life, and the ones who kick you with their feet because of that are not worth to be a part of your existence. ---And if you cannot escape them, because they may be part of your family, a relative, anything... keep your head high. Don’t let them destroy you.

It will get better. I promise that it will.

Don’t give up.”

#heartscfvalor #Are *you* part of the homo-sexual underground?; Inbox (Replies) #[thank you!] #[also Kim is really adamant about it as a gay man]

[amilliontales]

"Well this is awkward." ~Lucifer

"Oh bull shit. Also how the fuck are you gonna claim your not aggressive after pounding me into the fucking dirt like that."

#[Character]Adam #heartscfvalor #Watch your wording there Adam #he didnt object tho xD

[voicesofthemuses]

Set My Soul Alight // Closed RP

@heartscfvalor​

A century of existing in various states of--well, not usually peace--but of stagnancy and survival and just being....and it all got overturned in a matter of three seconds.

Edward used to think that his bout of rebellion, being away from Carlisle and Esme and living on the blood of humans who made themselves bigger monsters than he was, had been the most brutal thing he would experience in his existence. Once he’d curbed his bloodthirst after that, and settled back into the familiar routine, then nothing ever really seemed too jarring.

But apparently that was because he had never smelled anything like the blood of Dorothea Swan.

Edward knew that had been a new student that day, because it was the obsessive thought on every bland human mind; the daughter of their kindly police chief, a girl born here in Forks but long since carried away by her mother, finally coming back to her roots.

He had not cared one bit....until he discovered that her thoughts were silent to him. No proximity changed it, and he went to their shared Biology class wary enough of this anomaly. But then he smelled her, and the fact that Edward made it back out of that classroom without Dorothea’s blood--and two dozen other students’, and a teacher’s--on his hands was a damned miracle. And he tried, seeking to change his schedule to evade her, but to no avail.

He ran. He told Carlisle, who understood and promised to cover it at the school, and Edward fled from his thirst for her blood and his terror at the silence of her mind, running to Alaska to see their “cousins.”

But cowardice didn’t suit him. And while Edward was still petrified of what would happen, he was unwilling to hide forever. So he gorged himself on bears and elk, and then he went home, ready to face this confusing maybe-not-a-threat and see what was really going on.

“It’s going to be okay,” Alice remarked as the five of them headed towards lunch. Edward had returned to school with seemingly no real notice, only his siblings on edge as they tried to be supportive over...whatever this was. Alice’s eyes were unfocused, and Jasper had one hand lightly under her elbow, guiding her forward as they entered the run-down cafeteria.

“Of course it is,” Edward grumbled. She knew him better than that. If he wasn’t positive that he could handle re-encountering the Swan girl, then he would have stayed home until he could.

She’s not here yet, but the way she’s going to come in… she won’t be downwind if we sit in our regular spot,” Alice said next.

“Of course we’ll sit in our regular spot. Stop it, Alice. You’re getting on my nerves. I’ll be absolutely fine.” Edward assertively headed for their default table, allowing no argument.

She blinked once as Jasper helped her into her seat, and her eyes finally focused on his face. “Hmm,” she said, sounding surprised. “I think you’re right.”

“Of course I am,” he retorted. “I came back because I can manage. I don’t know why I can’t hear her mind, but I am not going to risk our safety.”

#heartscfvalor #Edward x Dorothea #Edward x Tea #Edward Cullen x Dorothea Swan #RP: Set My Soul Alight

[lettherebemonsters]

"Adam?" Charlie gave his door a few knocks. "I, uh, I made some cupcakes! If you'd like any? It's to welcome some of the new guests, but I wanted to make sure you had a choice if you wanted some! Chocolate, vanilla and red velvet!"

Adam hadn't been very social since his birthday passed. He hadn't really wanted to interact much with the others and the others made it clear what they thought of him time and again.

The last time had particularly been bad, when someone snarked that he must have been a reject that made it passed production since no woman ever wanted to stay with him for long.

It had been a nasty fight and Adam had holed himself in his room, being even more morose than ever. There wasn't a response, but there was noise coming from inside......a guitar.

Adam had gotten one thing from his birthday fiasco that he hoarded like crazy....a gorgeous guitar. And the song he was playing was....sad.

So so sad.....

#heartscfvalor #call me dickmaster! (adam)