#lettergave

[ladyseidr]

@lettergave​ asked: ❝  peeks in to take a moment to say that you are such good writer & very soft & supportive and i adore you bunches. ❞

no but seriously thank you sm and i love you and you’re v talented and ahhhhh

#ask #lettergave #!!!!!!!!!!!

[amazed-astonished]

[ neck kiss. ] + alex ??

He’s sat at his desk, stress showing in every aging feature as he continues to scratch out over notes before he drafts the letter he needs to send. Alexander had heard the door creek open, thinking it might have been a draft. But when the footsteps accompany it he knows it was no accident. He feels his wife’s breath on his skin before he feels her lips pressed against it. “Eliza. I need to accomplish the task at hand. Once that’s done I may be able to relax.” He grumbles, tired of staring at the same concept over and over. The words had been repeated in eighty different variations and none of them seemed to settle correctly. 

@lettergiven

#lettergave

[greymoralities-archived]

the way you write every muse you've taken on is actually gorgeous. everything is so multifaceted & beautifully written & never fails to brighten up my dash.

@lettergave  /  anonymously tell me your honest opinion about me

if your goal was to make me emotional, you have achieved it!! thank you so much for the kind words. i love having you on my dash. i creep on your threads when i see them pop up. i keep wanting to write with you but i sometimes feel unsure so we should definitely get a thing going sometime if you want <3

#lettergave

[wldbirds]

@lettergave​: 🍓 / me, mayhaps ??

one thing that stood out to be when writing with you was just how much you care !!!! about the source text and how much insight you have into hamilton, how much love you pour into eliza and i remember we had very interesting conversations because i am woefully out of my depth ; i have always really admired that and i admire how you stand behind so many of your opinions !  your writing is perfect and you portray eliza so well !!!! ahh 

#lettergave #!!!! ily!!!!!!!!

[challengeborne]

                                    “  you’ll have to forgive me,  ”    she said with a  laugh as she turned to her companion. it was true, her husband was a member of parliament -- and now a baronet, as impossible as such a thing was to believe. more and more, his duties required him to travel, to spend months on end away from cornwall and nampara. sometimes, he had no choice but to leave england behind. it was rare that she was allowed to join him -- but now that she was here, seeing america with her own eyes, she could not say she regretted it. no doubt she would be homesick soon enough, missing her home and her children with all her heart -- but for the moment, her curiosity was too great to feel such pangs. ross said little of his time in america during the war. but now, she might see it all for herself.    “  i’m afraid i’ve no notion of how to be a diplomat’s wife. i can only say i’m honored to find such a fine welcome.  ”    she brought her port to her lips and leaned in conspiratorially.    “  though, i can’t rightly say i know how you manage all this -- i’m certain i could not...   ”   //   @lettergave​ liked for a starter!

#lettergave #❀ v. ｢ verse • lady poldark. ｣ #me? using my angharad rees icons? hell yes

[russicnrat]

@lettergave​ / ✦✧ : ❛ you had your past lives. i had mine too. ❜

    She’s right, he has a CRIMINAL HISTORY. But Dmitry can blame the streets for that, years of barely getting by and growing used to the gnawing void in his stomach. His crimes were necessary-- a nicked piece of bread here an there, a couple of stolen trinkets to sell along the riverfront-- and perhaps he’s wrong, only justifiable under the guise of SURVIVAL, but they were enough to get him through every night in that merciless city. The streets are branded in his bones, but that is a double edged sword-- a quart of pride at all he’s endured and a flicker of shame. Eliza is the last person he’d imagine to bring this up, but her tone is just curt enough to convince him she has something to hide.

     “A past life?” A brow cocks up, eyes flitting to her face, his interest piqued. Call him quick to judge, but she seems so NAIVE, raised with pocket of wealth and status under her silver-lined sleeve, and growing up, Dmitry would give anything to have even a taste of that world. “Oh, sure, like you’ve had anything radical in your past.” There’s a challenge on his lips, a shadow of doubt edging his words.

#lettergave #✦✧ everything to win ↣ answered. #[ hope this is okay! ]

[suverennaya-moved]

          @lettergave :  🔥

an originally white character that somebody racebends does not make them any more interesting if you don’t actually do something with that change.  how does that affect their origin story?  their relationships and how they were treated in society?  how does it change how they look at the world?  like, i love diversity and i’m all for it but sometimes people do it for brownie points and it shows ------ and honestly a bunch of people let that slide so easily??  making a white character black / asian / hispanic / middle eastern / native will inevitably change things about the character and it’s really disrespectful to just ignore that.  you really have to do your research on how to portray a certain non-white ethnicity properly and respectfully, and if you’re not sure about something you can always ask around, or else it defeats the purpose of diversifying a character in the first place.

send  🔥  for  an  unpopular  opinion.     accepting !

#lettergave #( and as a woc . i just Know when someone is #doing it for brownie points lmao ) #messages. #( it's not cute and it never has been #and it sure as hell never will be )

[songdreamt]

{ @lettergave​ asked: ‘' it is a very human thing to love. ’' }

she snorts derisively, nodding and taking a long drink from her cup.

“and ain’t we the most human of ‘em all?”

#lettergave #( a hungry young girl :: EURYDICE :: ic. ) #( hound dogs howlin’ ‘round the gate :: ANSWERED )

[rosethcrned]

@lettergave​ sent: "can I kiss you?" / alex.

❛ please. ❜ the word feels foreign in his mouth : alexander has become accustomed to simply getting what he asks for, or being forced to fight for it politically with little in-between. with eliza, things have always been different. there is no pressure to be the perfect public figure he tries to persuade the masses to see - no, with her he is simply alexander. and there is nothing more precious to him ; nothing at all. fingertips trace her jaw, touch feather-light as he tilts her head up, leaning down just enough to press his mouth against hers. he barely parts from her, eyes shut and voice hoarse. ❛ always. you know i could get drunk off of your affection alone, my love - i would never decline any advances. ❜

#lettergave #✒ — 𝐚𝐧 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 ! / alexander interactions. #✒ — 𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐯𝐞 ! / alexander secondary.

[lionwrote]

@lettergave (starter call)

Alexander glanced down at the wicker basket in hand before glancing over at her. “Are...are you sure need all of this?” Sure, they had plans to be out by the lake for a while but he wasn’t sure if they needed everything that she was packing in the picnic basket. “How long were we planning on staying out there again?”

#lettergave #((since we were discussing the lake))

[ladyseidr]

@lettergave​ asked: ❝  🚿 / alex ?? ❞ ( tension symbol meme | memes. )

Alexander had shifted to sit in front of his wife in the bath, the promise of her washing his back and his hair enough to convince him to relinquish holding her in his arms. Eliza had scrubbed his back and was moving on to his hair, fingers massaging into his scalp. The moan that passed his lips was unintentional, though he laughed without waiting for her reaction. “I suppose that, one way or another, you will always draw sounds like that from me in the bath.”

Her fingers ran through his hair and, upon her snagging a tangle and accidentally tugging at his hair, he groaned, low. It was mostly feigned—he’d been waiting for it to happen. Still, his hands ran up her thighs where they rested, body leaning back against her so he could turn his head and press a kiss to her cheek. “Careful, Betsey. You may just get me far too worked up for you to finish,” he teased, as though it wasn’t a customary part of almost every bath they took together.

#ask #lettergave #((how many asks/threads can we have where these two bathe together? never enough lmao)) #((thirsty boi is always thirsty for his wife)) #((alexander vc: how can i subtly hint that when we inevitably bang because of this that you should pull my hair)) #[ may queue always be satisfied ] #☽—— ⸢ u s f w ⸥

[cptnpoldark]

                   “  you are too good for this world, madam,  ”    he said, offering the hint of a smile as he took another sip of his wine. he knew how he was likely to be received in such company -- after all, he was fighting against everything these people held dear. he was not proud to be interrupting their festivities, but his orders were clear. they were to keep the peace and make pleasantries. for now. at least the present company -- a miss schuyler -- appeared more patient than others.    “  though indeed, i cannot say i would blame you if you were not.  ”    the wool of his uniform suddenly itched under the scrutiny of her gaze.    “  as a matter of fact, i’m amazed i haven’t yet been thrown out by the scruff of my neck...  ”   //  @lettergave​ gets a generated dialogue starter!

#lettergave #v. ｢ verse • revolution. ｣

[neamhnaid]

        ❛    but  this  is  the  only  thing  that’s  made  the  last  three  years  bearable.    ❜

@lettergave​ !     send  💬  for a starter with a random line of dialogue from this generator.

#lettergave #interactions.

[wldbirds]

sneaks in to appreciate you and ur blog. you? nic ? awesome. hands down, you are one of the most down to earth and sweetest people i've had the pleasure to meet here. talented, too, so talented. storytelling? the hcs ? the use of imagery ? all beautiful. i'm so lucky that i get to follow you. whether it's here or on my clary, writing with you is always a blast. ☀️🌠

        wTF IS sTORYTELLING ???? IMAGERY ????? don’t talk to me like this i’m just a trash man 

#THIS WAS SO SWEET I JUST WANT TO AHHHHhhhhhh #this weiRD QURK... IS A TALENT THAT COULD??? HELP ME MEET THE WIZARD??? #jk ily thank you so much for your knid words they make my heart MELT #don't ever say you are lucky to follow me wtf???? im lucky to have a mutual in you <3 #⊹ · positivity * . i’m going to save this forever #lettergave

[skyfulcfstars]

@lettergave​

     she feels like hell, worse than any hangover ever thought of being. her face is buried against her arms as she sits at the table, trying to pretend everything doesn’t feel vaguely awful. alcohol withdrawals are a hell of a thing, she’s finding. her nails dig into her palms and persephone has to focus to keep herself from completely losing her shit. worth it, she reminds herself for the millionth time. it will be worth it. 

     “in the daylight?” she half groans. she’s starving but is hesitant to brave the sun if only because she’s afraid it might make her headache worse. “can it - can we go somewhere inside?”

#lettergave #( v & tba )

[russicnrat]

@lettergave​​​​  /  ✦✧ : “you’ll have my support if you need it.”

    A rosy hue flushes his cheeks and he pivots, weakly attempts to hide the incredulity that lights up his face at her generous offer. Dmitry doesn’t have to tell her that he’s PENNILESS, street rat is engraved on his sleeve from his threadbare coat to the exhaustion worn under his eyes and the ruffled hair that treads dangerously on the line of too-long and just right. It’s not something he’s ever hidden, but he hasn’t dared asked for Eliza’s help, even though he knows the silken dress she wears is new and she’s never had to go without a meal. And yet here she is extending a hand to the pitiful man before her. It amazes him-- not that he’s ever had the surplus to give-- but despite the kindness in her voice, he can’t accept. 

    “I’m not your charity case.” Dmitry breathes out a stubborn scoff, arms folding across his chest, fingertips brushing frayed fabric. There’s a flicker of doubt in his mind, and he wonders if he’s making a mistake refusing her money, but it dies with the definitive shake of his head. Perhaps it’s a point of pride, an attitude he’s inherited from his father alongside the clothes on his back, because he’s gotten this far on his own, survived so long on these merciless streets without any aid. Or maybe he’s more afraid of owing her, too wary of a deal that sounds too good. “I don’t need your help or your money.”     His stomach protests its emptiness.

#lettergave #✦✧ everything to win ↣ answered. #[ eliza here just trying to be nice & dmitry's like nO ] #[ apparently stealing money is okay but not accepting someone's generous offer ] #[ hopefully this is okay!! ] #✦✧ no time to spare ↣ q.