#honorheart

[scvlly]

my tav and shadowheart are getting along pretty well..

#time to play mature filter roulette #bg3 #shadowheart #fem!tav #shadowheart x tav #😮‍💨😳🥵 she’s really hot ok… #my art #baldurs gate 3 #honorheart

[honorheart]

1. Yes, Honor believes you can save, and change, and redeem people. Sometimes to a point of intense naivety.

2. Honor's ideal of saving a person means giving them chances, lots and lots of chances. Although the idea eventually is kind of… life’d out of her lol, Honor tries to offer anyone the chance at redemption without really considering that she might end up as collateral. Her time with the party cures her of that a little as she doesn’t have the *expectation* of self-sacrifice that has been put on her for her whole life.

3. Honor would describe herself as, “reliable” which is a cry for help. Probably ‘plain’.

4. Oh Lordy. Honor perceives herself as someone who has a responsibility to be doing what is Right at all times, although her perspective on what is Right is skewed by her self-sacrificing nature. Very fortunate her Oath is of the Ancients or she could possibly be much more aggressive in her attempts to uphold it.

5. Honor's idle animation would probably be something super himbo like running a hand through her hair while squinting into the distance (head empty), or rubbing her eyes with her hands and looking stressed to the max.

6. Honor prefers warm weather!

8. Honor is incredibly decisive, both from her background as a soldier (thinking too much gets you killed!) and also because she naturally practices avoidance, and the best way to avoid something is to never stop moving.

10. Honor's fidget is twirling her fingers in the curls at the nape of her neck, and then when she notices she's doing that she usually switches to playing with her hands in a more subtle way.

11. OH BOY. Honor is a big sweet softie, who likes to give flowers and thoughtful gifts, words of affirmation, and intense stares. Her method of affection is acts of service, most of all.

12. If Honor had to plan a date it would be a picnic!

13. Honor's favorite color is green. All greens. But she could conceivably be convinced to be a fan of any color that could be related to nature (nerd).

14. Honor is not a fan of lying in any way, shape, or form BUT has engaged in white lies without really realizing, and then when she does it's a spiral. She doesn't like being lied to, though.

15. Marriage is probably something that never ever crossed Honor's radar. As one of the eldest of many children, plus someone who has always been self described as 'plain', she wouldn't have considered that future for herself, even less so once she became a soldier.

16. The smells most associated with honor are grass, morning dew, loamy earth.

17. I actually think most fruit is something that honor hasn't had much of a chance to eat, so I would say all fruit is her favorite.

18. On the futch scale? Very butch lol.

#honorheart #honor tav

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@honorhearted continuing from answer

He nearly stumbled away from his desk, and Emma wanted to yell: how is this calm? But was so overwhelmed by emotions that she simply whispered: "I literally just said..." and let it be, especially because Ben was blatantly already looking for wounds. Unfortunately for him, it was her back that she had hurt when nearly getting impaled by a damn piece of wood, and her cloak covered that. She had blood on one hand, but it was hidden inside the cloak as well, closed into a fist to keep the fabric around her side.

She felt so horribly guilty. Not for the murder, it was perfectly fine in her opinion, no reason to lose a wink of sleep, but because she felt she had let Benjamin down. She should have been more reasonable, more in control, regardless of what Randall had been trying to do. Let Ben handle it. Let the general handle it. Although James, who was now guarding the body, had told her she hadn't killed him enough. And that she'd be in no danger, if anything they'd be very grateful if she didn't transform this in the worst diplomatic accident known to human. And yet somehow she still felt she had failed him.

"I did something bad." It was another whisper, and she felt the lump in her throat threaten to turn into more. God, her back hurt. Her head hurt, had she hit it? "I think. You need to sit. You can't walk out of here until I'm done talking. I'm serious, Benjamin."

#okay your reply can be much shorter because I had to write some context here #honorhearted #a calming calamity

[faithhearted]

@honorhearted said: "Can we speak of this another time? I'm busy." (for Mary!)

This was not how Mary envisioned her life unfolding. Ever since she was a child, she had strived to be proper, to be viewed as a good and Godly young lady. ‘Be kind’, her mother had told her, ‘kind and fair and devout and true. These are the makings of a desirable woman.’ and so she’d obeyed. Even now, over and over again Mary told herself to be kind, fair, devout, and true, and your husband will love you.

But she had not married the man to whom she’d been promised. Instead, she’d wed his brother, who had taken her hand out of some sense of duty or responsibility though he never spoke about why.

No matter how kind, fair, devout, and true she endeavored to be, her husband did not love her. He’d done his husbandly obligation and together they’d conceived and raised a child, but still, he did not spare her an ounce of affection.

Instead, Abe’s eyes lingered upon Anna Str.ong, the woman he had always loved and loved still. It tore at Mary until her heart was in tattered shreds. Anna was everything Mary was not.

Anna was inconsiderate, tempestuous, fickle, and irresponsible. She too was a married woman and yet Abe wanted her. In truth, Mary once utterly despised Anna for this, and that hatred ate at her gut until she was tired of the way that hatred felt. Instead, all her energy was now spent on ensuring her family's survival.

A fortnight ago, Mary had been brought to the Contin.ental Army’s New Wind.sor camp for her protection, and for her son’s, and Abe was off once again, in another covert plan to enlist in Arnold’s unit. While Mary supported her husband’s revenge against Sim.coe, she was once again left alone to wait for a man who did not want her and who might very well never want her.

Despite all this, Mary worried for his safety. Early that morning, she’d set out to Major Tall.madge’s tent to inquire about Abe’s well-being only to be met with unattentive indifference to her presence. It was something she was used to but refused to tolerate further.

"Can we speak of this another time? I'm busy."

“We will speak of this now,” she firmly insisted, snatching the quill from his hand if only to force him to look into her pleading eyes, “Please, Major, you must know something about how he’s fairing. Will you not permit even five minutes to ease a wife's concern?”

#For Better or Worse #honorhearted #Don't feel the need to match length lol Mary's muse just kind of started spilling word vomit for a sec there #I JUST HAVE A LOT OF FEELINGS ABOUT HOW EFFED UP HER MARRIAGE IS THE POOR WOMAN

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@honorhearted // "Does that hurt?"

It had been a miscalculation in her steps that led to the bullet embedding in her upper thigh. Fortunately, it hadn't been too deep to remove and would perhaps only result in a mild limp for the time being; that and a nasty scar -- but she hardly cared about something so superficial.

Rebekah hissed as her fellow soldier cleaned the wound, still a bit hazy from the adrenaline rush that came with the fray of battle to realize she was acquainted with him. Then again, it had also been quite some time since they'd last seen one another. That and she was posing as her late brother and dressed as a man in uniform.

"It's fine." she reassured, "I've been through worse."

#☆V1. We hold these truths to be self-evident. #honorhearted

[wiedzmacienia]

@honorhearted | continued from x

the morning, having come off a long evening during which she herself had a meeting with washing.ton followed by alden, had caused frustration to lace most of her existence the last few hours prior to her decision to seek the major out. another meeting of her own had been conducted this morning with alden providing fresh word from mrs. morgan which had been less than ideal. an acceleration of a plan had now been required and she had saw to it that molnar had left camp with a company not an hour before to see it done. the following hour, however, had been less tense, at least within the grand scheme of things. she'd entered back into her space with her light hues washing over a chest and come to some sort of decision. an item about the size of a larger book is wrapped in a cloth in her arms when she meets him outside his tent, worry creasing her features for a moment before he begins to respond. that is when katarzyna's features begin to cool in response, hold tightening on the item in her hold as if a means to keep her own emotions in check.

'don't you already know?'

know what?

there is a multitude of meanings the major could be referring to though she believes she's aware of which once once she allows the shock of his coolness to wear off. this must have to do with the conversation she'd held with the general the day before though the timetable presented for such a mission as he presented her with had been unclear the day before (clearly it was no longer unclear). yet she fails to see what reason tallmadge could have to be so angered by such for if they were truly to work together what reason should he have not to allow her to meet with one of those spying for him. especially if she was expected to share her own information with him from her own?

'seeing how his excellency has been cluing you in to our tactical plans before myself as of late, i would've thought this would be why you're here.'

until his following comment washes over her. that was it, wasn't it? she knew things he did not and it angered him. it angers her too, or rather his tone does as she follows him into the tent, thankful that the child is not there presently. idly she wonders if it angered him more that he wasn't being informed of certain things when others were or if it was because his excellency was speaking about it with a woman? somewhere in the back of her mind the witch knows she can not entirely fault tallmadge for something he is unaware of. that her actual position within her forces is still unclear to him even if washing.ton is well aware (and if washington approves of such or not, he has accepted it as what such is to provide him his alliance). that does not halt the ice-filled and tone which leaves her lips in response though.

"i actually came here to bring you this--"

the item in her arms is dropped, not roughly but not entirely gently either, onto his cleared desk still wrapped in cloth. she'd mentioned before that she held a copy of sun tz.u's art of war in it's original dialect and while she knows he could not read it she had intended to offer him the chance to look at it and perhaps read some of it to him with his own copy as reference. after all, he had offered to teach her of a language she did not know, even if such would have been done with auggie present. this was how she saw fit to return the favor. now however, she's beginning to regret such a notion.

"--because i thought you might like to see it."

there is a harshness to her, a glare given to the wrapped book itself as if it burned her before falling up toward the major who she's now standing next to by the desk. she holds her ground, stance firmly in place, confident and perhaps defiant. men and woman had been punished for less of a tone with her. but he was not one of those under her command and she knows, even if she must keep reminding herself, that he can not be faulted for his lack of understanding. it's entirely infuriating and yet perhaps more of an indication of why he should not be informed of such, at least until he presents himself ready to accept it.

'i'm supposed to go check on abe -- by myself, might i add -- but w.ashington has suddenly decided that you need to come along.'

this is new information. katarzyna knew the town the general wished for her to go to with the major from their conversation of which also spoke of her own presence there prior, her own spies of which could help the cause though names had not been discussed. she imagined that would be worked out between her and the major or when they arrived and would meet with those allies they had. it seemed a benefit to have her join the major. no matter how one looked upon it, a crossover of their allies would have to transpire and it would only aid the cause if she could see where his lived and such be able to send a critical message quickly if needed. the new information in question however is the name. abe. it makes her eyes widen briefly before she lets out a calming breath. surely there was more than one abe in the town. he could not be referring to cabbage man.

'it's too dangerous. you're not a spy, zyna -- you're not even one of my men, so this is a fool's errand. please…'

anger rises back within her before his use of a nickname seems to cause her pause enough to actually listen to his words. has he ever referred to her such before? now she finds a strange mix of emotions playing at her. he has managed to insult her and express worry for her in the same breath. had he not seen what she had been capable of before that first night they met or even when they fought that horrid creature of a witch in the woods? surly if it was dangerous for anyone, it was more dangerous for him who held no powers to get him out of such a situation if he was caught. knowledge of her rank or not, would he ever see her for what she was truly capable or would they continue this dance for the entirety of the war? still, it is difficult to remain completely cross with him when there is a genuineness to the fact he is misguidedly attempting to keep her safe when he turns softer and looks upon her and asks her to reason with his commander.

god, why was benjamin tall.madge such an infuriating man? why could she simply not be cross with him and that be that?

"i'll put aside that you still seem to think i am unable to protect myself from danger." her tone is somewhat softer but still offended in a way she can not hide, turning matter-of-fact as she speaks again. "you're wrong though. it's not a fool's errand. i have my own spies in set.auket whom i imagine the general wishes you to meet and i have an alias there as well. if someone sees me, though i would rather them not at this time, a reason can be made for such unlike you. i'm afraid i can not reason with him when his logic for us to go together is sound. and-- "

this next piece of information would either serve to make him more angered or he would see the benefit of such.

"i know you do not seem to like seeing magic--"

she knows he understands that magic is not the same across the board at least in some sense as they have not actually bridged the gap in speaking topic, his own way of treating her especially after dealing with the incident in the woods and his willingness to let auggie play with cora and furgus said as much but she also knows he is still getting used to the idea of magic in a positive context and that would take time. she just wished, well, she's not entirely sure what she wished or why it mattered to her what he thought.

"--but if i see where this abe lives and he can be convinced that such is not evil i have means to pass communications to him quickly and directly but i must be able to see the place for such to work."

#honorhearted #honorhearted thread; 003 #v; main #time period; raise a glass to the revolution #i swear i tried to write something short but this happened

[savingthrcw]

@honorhearted Ben x Sarah

The first part of the assignment was nothing new to Sarah: play girlfriend with a coworker so they'd both be able to infiltrate a company and obtain the necessary intel. Even so, sharing a house long-term and inviting people in to become a part of the community would require a certain amount of coordination, they couldn't improvise like on a regular mission. The second part was something that hadn't been disclosed to Tallmadge yet, and wouldn't be until they were sure they could proceed: pretending to be in love with the whole world including the CIA so that they could find the rest of the traitors, if Benjamin Tallmadge didn't turn out to be one of them. But Sarah knew, being one of the few people director Graham knew he could truly count on, and that meant they'd need to be even more prepared.

So after the director was done explaining the situation to her colleague, who was now in her team, Sarah waited for them to be alone so she could breach the subject. "Before we go packing, let's discuss the details of this mission," she suggested coolly, "If we are meant to act as a couple who has recently moved in together, we can't risk appearing uncomfortable with one another. We should know what to expect and what our boundaries are."

"How familiar are you with this type of cover? Do you already have a set of rules?"

#sarah closed starter; #sarah thread; #muse: sarah #show: chuck #honorhearted #couple of spies

[socialseasons]

❝ i swear, if you do that one more time ... ❞ (for Frannie for the modern AU)

At the admonishment, Francesca let out a sigh and leaned back in her seat, arms folded across her chest to suppress the urge to fiddle. She had only been changing the radio station - okay, perhaps she had flicked through the channels a few times - but that was only because there was nothing good to listen to. And Ben certainly wasn't providing her with any worthwhile entertainment.

The song that it had landed on when he'd snapped was an upbeat 80s tune, not so dissimilar from the music her dad's band used to make back in their heyday. Closing her eyes, she found herself humming along to the melody, wishing that they would just hurry up and get there already.

"How much further?" she asked after a minute, cracking open an eye to glance across at the drivers seat.

#honorhearted #ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ verse ¬ modern ( band au ) . #ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ francesca . #ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ replies .

[hearkenedsouls]

@honorhearted : starter with Anne escaping a French Revolution

Tensions had been building for some time, ever since Louis had introduced his controversial new taxes, and the monarchy's popularity had fallen particularly low. But surely no-one could have foreseen this?

The hoards that had invaded the palace were not trained warriors nor an organised party, but their sheer numbers and shocking violence had overrun the guards within minutes. It was only due to Benjamin's quick thinking and excellent shooting that meant Anne's headless body was not laying beside that of her husband's.

"You have always served the crown dutifully, Benjamin. I would understand if you wish to return to Paris," she assured him, softly, as they sheltered in a convent a few hours ride south of the city. He was no longer working for the King, after all. "I will be safe here, until word reaches my brother."

They both knew that was unlikely to be untrue; as soon as the rebels had celebrated their success, she would be their next target, and the convent was not far enough away to avoid suspicion.

#honorhearted #;the spanish queen #//hope this is okie!!

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@honorhearted continued from [x]

With concern, she watched as he tried to wobble to his feet. A gentle hand came to rest on his uninjured shoulder, silently encouraging him to remain seated.

"You might end up in one yourself if you are not careful," she warned him in response to his talk of shallow graves, and she pressed the back of her hand against his damp forehead. He didn't seem to be running a fever, not yet at least. "I need to change your dressings," she explained.

She was used to the delirious mumbling of feverstruck men, but her patient's words were surprisingly clear and rung with a sense of urgency and truth. "Once I have tended to your wound, I can send a message to the general," she murmured soothingly, hoping to appease him. "Will you tell me your name?"

#honorhearted

[bcbliophile]

@honorhearted Benjamin & Penelope

"I don't know if I should be impressed or worried for how far Gregory will go once he puts his mind to it" Penelope greeted Mr. Tallmadge with the usual polite smile as she watched the boy in question run after his sister at full speed. She had known the man for as long as he had been the youngest Bridgerton's tutor as she was a fixed staple at the house as well, or had been at least. Her recent falling out with Eloise meant she had not been back to the house in some weeks sadly.

But she brushed that thought aside in favor of fixing herself some lemonade, the light blue of her dress a sharp contrast to the yellow she use to be forced into by her Mama in her first two seasons. "How are you fairing now that the new season has started?" The redhead asked, looking up at him. Even if she was no longer close with the family he worked for did not mean she had any reason to act differently towards him, after all he had done nothing to her.

#honorhearted #penelope's threads #v ; secrets of the ton ( bridgerton )

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I wanna lose myself in you (you)

#shadowheart #shadowheart x tav #baldurs gate 3 #honor tav #female tav #bg3 #my art #listen I’m so normal about them of course of course #open invitation to yell at me abt shadowheart but w no spoilers I just started act 2 #anyway this dumb oaf broke her oath so…. 🤷 #I forgot to drop the song it’s uhhh #fade to blue by roniit #honorheart

[honorheart]

Honor Tav

1. Yes. Absolutely is a pick wildflowers for her gf kind of gal. Bought this because I was thinking of you kind of gal. No culture of courtship; her parents married young because her mother became pregnant with her elder brother, and though they were a solid couple, they didn’t have the romantic component to their relationship by the time Honor was old enough to learn from it.

2. Not very. She’s exceptionally inexperienced at the time of the narrative, and doesn’t feel particularly attached one way or another. She does enjoy it though.

3. Flustered, and very shy initially. Even the notion of public affection is alien to her, so at first she prefers to keep their interactions private. Eventually she doesn’t care though, and will freely ask for kisses everywhere

4. Yes, sort of. Honor is exceptionally pragmatic, however after her betrayal at the hands of her former comrades, Honor had a vision of a beautiful forest guardian with whom she was immediately obsessed, and fell into a kind of lasting extended stupor in which she did increasingly silly things to try and find this vision. That incident made her sort of step back and realise that behaviour was unhealthy so she’s more cognisant of falling into that trap the second time. (She totally does tho)

5. Honor has no concept of her own personal appearance, her only physical vanity is her earrings, the only heirloom she expects to ever have from her family.

#honor tav #honorheart

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starter for @honorhearted​ 

Emma had taken off after the sounds like a hound running to a prey, chasing the voices brought closer by the wind, what had to be a woman about to be attacked - no, robbed, she learned as she came closer to what turned out to be three men fighting her over a chest she had been carrying. Her order to 'run home!' towards the victim had been followed by her fist colliding with one of the men's face, at a speed that had immediately knocked him out. That gave her the chance to focus on fighting the second one, who clearly hadn't expected such a brutal attack and hadn't even managed to fight back before hitting the ground, while the third and last man saw how things were turning out and ran off. Fast. She started chasing him but on a second thought, seeing as they were 'only' trying to steal from the woman, she gave up and walked back to the two left, one unconscious and one nearly so. And that was when the Major Tallmadge arrived. Right. She probably wasn’t supposed to just drop everything and go after something without warning.

"Now, I can explain," she started, temporarily putting her hands up in surrender, with the tone and look of someone who had uttered those words many, many times in the past and wasn't terribly ashamed of it, but was certainly trying to sound apologetic. She kept going a bit faster: "I heard a woman in danger, one against a bunch of men, I didn't even know how many or what they wanted to do to her, so I couldn't very well waste time doing anything but coming to her aid, could I? Turns out they were just trying to rob her and had to be taught not to manhandle ladies-" the last part was a more aggressive scolding towards the groaning one on the ground, a hand going to her hip as she glared at him before returning her eyes to the Major, "But it took me barely a minute and it's all done now. Actually I'd say I probably didn't even have a choice in the matter, it was my duty. As a citizen. Of another country, but still. And I was coming right back, no harm done." Surely he’d agree with that.

#PLEASE do not feel like you have to match this it's okay if you just write two lines #because I had to explain what happened and she had to explain herself (just missing the -it's not what it looks like- lol) #honorhearted #I can explain #keeping it as the title of the thread too

[faithhearted]

@honorhearted

Anna was silent for a long while -- arguably, too long. Although Benjamin wouldn't say they'd reached a turning point, per se, he hadn't expected his words to wound her in such a stark manner.

Regret colored his features, and looking down at Mary to spare Anna of his attention, he stroked his fingers through the young girl's hair as she dozed, cooing softly within the candlelight.

Anna's question roused him for a moment and Benjamin hesitated, stricken by her molten eyes and the brittle quality to her voice. "I…can see to it in the morning," he softly promised. "I'm not sure if we can leave exactly tomorrow, but I know Washington is impatient for more intelligence, and Abe…well…" Benjamin sighed, lifting his shoulders. "He hasn't exactly been delivering fast enough, and what he has brought to the table has apparently left much to be desired. In other words, I feel fairly confident that with Washington's blessing, we can set out as early as tomorrow afternoon."

Gently rubbing between Mary's shoulder blades, he asked, "Do you have all of your affairs in order? I imagine the doxies will be happy to tend the sutler cart, so you needn't worry about your campground duties."

"In other words, I feel fairly confident that with Washington's blessing, we can set out as early as tomorrow afternoon."

The statement came as a relief to her. While she would sorely miss Keturah and Thomas terribly, they were arguably safer here in camp than they'd ever been back in Setauket among a plethora of British soldiers -- and Mary was too young to be used as a mouthpiece for the enemy.

Involving her youngest would surely have upset Selah. He would never have allowed it, were he a part of the planning, but the heartbreaking fact of the matter was...Selah was no longer there, and now Anna was the one who had to fight to protect their family. Besides, as Anna watched Ben hold Mary securely in his embrace, she knew he would look out for the little one's well-being.

"Do you have all of your affairs in order? I imagine the doxies will be happy to tend the sutler cart, so you needn't worry about your campground duties."

"I'm sure they'll be glad to be rid of me for the time being. As you know, rumors spiral and the odious broads are under the impression I've special privileges because I'm getting off 'the young major Tallmadge.'"

The moniker had been said in a mocking tone, in the diction the uneducated doxies used as they wagged their insatiable tongues.

"I suppose you needn't worry about Abe while we're away, seeing as he hasn't delivered so much as one word as of late."

#for the good of the cause #honorhearted

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@honorhearted

If she wasn't being paid for it, Nina would have turned down the whole babysitting gig. Apparently the soldier, Beau, Bob, Brian, Bryce...had taken a little impromptu swim while crossing the Del.aware and nearly ended up a popsicle. He'd been unconscious ever since.

How many days had Brew.ster said it'd been? Nearly a week, at least.

Bored, Nina decided to occupy herself by going through his things, rummaging through the satchel while wearing the ridiculously amusing Shako, repeatedly blowing the horsehair from her face.

She'd been flipping through his notebook when he finally stirred, prompting her to grin as she chewed on another bite of salted pork.

"Morning, sunshine."

He was clearly bewildered, and Nina waved off his muttering as she flipped another page, "Relax, pony boy. Brew.ster charged me with watching you so no one tries to mug you while he's gone...So, who's Anna?"

#Take The Plunge #honorhearted