#unyieldingvalxr

[sundanceofapache]

“This isn’t you” (Elsie to Hobbie?

"Oh sure!" The slender blonde pilot wasn't quite able to keep the disinterested and almost toneless level to his voice that he was known for, nor were his blue eyes properly focused on the girl in front of him.

"When I'm predicting that we're all just staving off our inevitable deaths, everyone's fine with it." Both his good hand, and the stump of Hobbie's missing arm, were gesturing broadly, "But go and tell a few jokes, start laughing, and they want to declare me 'unfit to fly' and drag me off to medbay!"

It was more than a few chuckles and jokes that was bringing attention to him though. By all rights Hobbie shouldn't be out of the medical wing at all, let alone anywhere near a snubfighter.

#guest muse: hobbie klivian #answered #unyieldingvalxr

[honorhearted]

what do you feel my rendition of Samuel's worst trait is? Why? Does Ben think it comes from Reverend Tallmadge? Their mother? Does he see an echo of it in himself?

Your Samuel and Ben both have a lot in common, but Ben has a difficult time with "fairness" since he'll often criticize others for the exact things that he, himself often does. One of these examples is selflessness.

Although Ben doesn't normally think of being selfless as a bad thing, he does in Samuel's case because he believes it's what got him killed. Rather than thinking of his own survival, Samuel put others first -- he ensured they had high morale and that they were taken care of, and in the end, a part of Ben resents this since it brought on Samuel's death (and thus, led to him being alone -- he loves Nathaniel dearly, but there's nothing quite like a brotherly bond).

The other trait is also stubbornness, of which all three T.allmadge men have their fair share. Ben's mother was relatively sweet and mild-mannered, so she falls more under the selflessness umbrella.

#annastrxng #unyieldingvalxr #OutOfCamp #//sorry if this wasn't the best i'm not ''big brain'' enough for these questions rn lol #i wanted to answer at least one #cuz i know you put a lot of thought and effort into the asks #i'll have to try later when i'm less tired!

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@unyieldingvalxr: Peggy is jealous of Philomena (sent not so anonymously by Mena-unyieldingvalxr

SEND ME A VERY SCANDALOUS RUMOR ABOUT MY MUSE TO SEE HOW THEY WOULD REACT.

"Jealous," she echoed in disbelief of the audacity, "More like repulsed by."

#💮V1. I will never be satisfied. #unyieldingvalxr

[avictimofthejazz]

Bed Rest is the Best Rest--Elsie & Murph

@unyieldingvalxr (Elsie)

Continued from Here

If Murph had been right next to her, he might have pushed Elsie back into the bed. He is a touch too slow for her though, and she manages to get herself up before he can catch her. All he can settle for right now is rolling his eyes. “No. Dying of fever is for the weak… which you are right now.” Elsie is undaunted, searching for her supplies while she insists that she has to reach the supply route. Murph just watches her, leaning his shoulder against the room’s doorframe. In a minute or two, Elsie will realize she cannot stay on her feet. Once she falls onto the floor, he will come collect her, and put her back in bed. Sometimes the only way Elsie can learn anything is by collapsing on the floor a few times. If he just puts her back in bed now, she will keep insisting she is fine, and trying to get out of bed. If he lets her take a tumble, she will accept that she really does need some rest. It takes Elsie a minute to realize none of her things are in the room, and she levels an accusatory question on him. He shrugs unrepentantly. “I had Rose lock them away in her room so you wouldn’t get any brilliant ideas about trying to go out the window in your condition. If you go running around in the swamp mist and vapors like this, you’re only going to make your condition worse. It wouldn’t surprise me if that’s how you got sick in the first place, Elsie.” Murph holds his position by the door, but he is keenly watching his sister. At the first sign of a stumble or weakness, he is poised to run right toward her. He just has to let Elsie realize she is having a problem in the first place, or she will never accept it. That is the most difficult part of this whole process.

#Muse: Murphy Michaels #unyieldingvalxr #Elsie #Elsie & Murphy Need a Tag

[retrograderesemblance]

[ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄 ] ― sender notices something different about receiver ( injury) Hannah's fingers gently grace Townsend's face. "Where hath thee gotten this? I thought we Friends were opposed to warring with others."

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐒  prompts for the five senses. (always accepting) // @unyieldingvalxr

Robert didn't flinch, per se, but he'd made it no secret that Hannah's soft touch brought about hesitation, irritancy, though none of it was directed toward her.

"Does it matter?" His voice was not hollow, more there was a resounding quietness about it. He did not have a preference when it came to voicing his emotions, and of all times for his feelings to be made known, he was equally as disinterested in this time as he was at all times.

"Just because we Friends are opposed to it doesn't mean the King's men are opposed to warring against us."

#warring minds #unyieldingvalxr #// bruh i've missed hannah so much you have no idea *sobs*

[sonnysideofthestreetxarchive]

@unyieldingvalxr​, continued [ orig here ] - Jarin x Marion

Jarin had started off their partnership always fearing that he might say something to make the lady think he didn't think much of her. These days, it was just the opposite— He feared he'd illustrate his ever-growing affection using words or actions that only romantic yearnings could explain.

"Tarleton's bums got this city on a string..."

Elsie's reflection in the glass too closely resembled a spirit form, urging Jarin to turn his back to her, no matter how rude it might have seemed. The thought of losing her one day was enough without the imagery included.

"The people who know, know I'm your partner. But the knowledge ends there, Mare. Your file was compromised, but mine wasn't, and as long as my medical history doesn't fall into the wrong set a' hands... Any criminal with any sense at all'll tell the next guy to stay the hell away from me," he said, stooping into the fridge as he grasped around the back for a root beer. "The only thing more loyal than a police dog is a policeman."

When she broached a workplace romance, Jarin nearly dropped the bottles he'd spent the last two minutes working to uncover. Never an expert in matters like flirting or innuendo, there was no way for him to be certain that lovers was what she had in mind, however. All he could do now was offer her a drink and hope that such a insignificant gesture conveyed his wishes for her to feel at ease no matter what was going on inside her head.

"... Sure, I'm mad about bein' benched, but it isn't because of you, and it's not Fuller I'm mad at either... The situation just is what it is. I mean, benched's just fancy talk for when you're too big to be grounded..." He shrugged, smooth muscles and bouncing hair. Adonis in sweatpants. "Not my ideal right now but If it turns out you'll be safer for it, then I guess it will be... Do you understand?"

Detective Mostel liked his partner and the scope of that like orbited everything from 'she's just okay' to 'she's the thing that makes my heart beat both faster and slower, for better or worse.' He had a condition, remember, one his doctor told him to reconsider before any attempts at tangoing in the sheets. Let's trust the night didn't go that far.

"I know you just want to do what feels right, but you're not seeing the whole picture... Though maybe you are and you're just playing obstinate. Your favourite game-" The brunet took a swig of soda, then wiped his mouth before a burp could escape his rosy lips and frighten her off for good.

"We're really better off sticking together till morning... So, please. Stay. I'll even let you take over my bed. No need to worry about me, Mare... The floor helps build my character," he quipped, by this time flopping the phone book down onto the counter. He could’ve consulted any of the numerous paper menus hanging about his place, but it was easier just to find the number again. Why waste the energy he might require later? Take that however you like ;-)

#unyieldingvalxr #m; jarin #jarin x marion

[anoseforrottenapples]

Troy kiss Mena or Peggy Shippen

@unyieldingvalxr

The suggestion of the two names brings an instant, almost visceral reaction from the Constable. “Oh, Mena any day of the week!” he quickly confirms. “Miss Shippen’s fine looking, sure, but she’s a spoiled brat!” Unable to resist a slight urge to gossip, he leans forward in his seat. “And Mena at least is honest about who she is, and how she makes her coin. Miss Shippen, she acts all high and mighty in her big house and rolling around in her carriage… but do you know how many Watchmen have seen her being escorted around the city well past decent hours?” he snorts. “Major Andre and General Arnold? They’re hardly special exceptions for Philadelphia’s little Miss Shippen.”    It is no secret that Troy has little use for the wealthy in general, and even less use for the wealthy and hypocritical. Peggy is always trying to play the demure damsel card, or the injured innocent, but the staff who work in the Shippen household? They have their own side of the story, and when it comes to gleaning information, Troy is far more likely to listen to the servants and the slaves. They do not have public images to uphold, and generally have no qualms about speaking frankly to someone who shares their disdain of the so-called better members of society. “Honestly, it’s amazing,” he comments after a minute. “The whole world’s down on Mena for being what she is, just because she makes money off it. But Miss Shippen, she does the exact same thing for free, and we’re all supposed to fall at her feet!” A bit of a wry smirk turns Troy’s lips upward, “At least with Mena, getting her attention for free actually means something—it means you’re worth her while. But you cannot even tell that much with Miss Shippen. So, really, I don’t think Miss Shippen should get to lord so much over Mena—she’s not so high and mighty in comparison even if she thinks she is.”

#Muse: Gavin Troy #unyieldingvalxr #Philomena Cheer #Mena/Troy—And We Just Pray That This Night Never Ends

[backedagainstthewall]

Elsie scrawls "Swamp LIFE" real fast on his arm.

Grab a marker and write (or draw) something on my muse–

And my muse will respond

@unyieldingvalxr

James took a look at what Elsie wrote on him. "Seriously, what in the hell is that for?" he asked. He grabbed the marker from her. "Come here, I'm going to write 'swamp girl' on both of your arms."

#annastrxng #unyieldingvalxr

[cabbxges-and-kings]

annastrxng asked : ☎– from Anna if you'd like & Maybe Elsie & Mena

Put ☎ in my ask for your muses info in my muses phone. / @annastrxng​ -- accepting

NAME: Anna <3

RINGTONE: x

PICTURE:

LAST TEXT RECEIVED: Black petticoat is up.

LAST TEXT SENT: Cellar in five?

NAME: Elsie-gator

RINGTONE: rip she gets a weezer song

PICTURE: 

LAST TEXT RECEIVED: Want to wrestle with a gator?

LAST TEXT SENT: After my last time in the swamps with you? I’ll pass.

NAME: Philomena

RINGTONE: default iphone ringtone

PICTURE: 

LAST TEXT RECEIVED: Can I ask for your assistance on something, Mr. Woodhull?

LAST TEXT SENT: John Andre isn’t there to help you?

#asks #annastrxng #unyieldingvalxr #( lmao I was going to have it be that Anna invites him over to the tavern but honestly I think Abe seeks her out more often ) #( sooo I thought up this exchange lmao ) #( 𝑩𝒐𝒚 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒑𝒚 ; asks (( Abe )) #( 𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒆 ; Abe ) #( 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒃𝒆 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 ; Anna (( Abe )) #( I'm not too sure what Philomena and Abe's dynamic would be I think he would get annoyed by her ) #( but I love her sm so Abe shouldn't be an asshole to her ) #( I headcanon that Abe and Elsie have a sibling dynamic ) #( but thank you for these!!! I loved them and did them all ! )

[sharp-teeth-and-archived]

unyieldingvalxr asked : 💎 - to try to steal something from your muse.  Philomena Cheer stealing from Hewlett???? 

Misc Action Memes. / @unyieldingvalxr​ -- slowly accepting

      𝐍𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐄𝐝𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐝’𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐨 𝐛𝐨𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐛𝐲 𝐞𝐱𝐡𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. There were moments in his military career when sleep was hard to come by; days when all he could do was stare at the ceiling in the morning, so tired and worn, to where it was a tiring task in itself to rip the sheets off of his body. But the chance to see a star-filled sky, the relief of retiring to his office after a hearty dinner, and a chance to meet some of the good people of Setauket strengthened his movements. Now, in this dreary room and in this house that was too big for a single person, it wasn’t the same. He would come across many forgetful faces in his day-to-day work, there was no incentive to try to make conversation with his fellow officers when he learned of their gossiping behind his back. He was too naive to notice when he was in Setauket that he resembled somewhat of a respectable figure than a man who took a beloved dead man’s job. 

      Also, there was a noticeable difference. Edmund wasn’t needed anymore; his purpose was already spent as real intelligence hardly trickled in by this turn in the war. The King was losing and loyalists were already packing their belongings for a trip across the pond to Britain or its neighboring countries.

      He climbed the stairs to his office and the wood under his feet creaked at every step. He tucked a book in between his arm, pressing it tightly to his side as he took each step until he reached the top. His job had grown so boring and his days had been drawn out so long that he decided to fall back into his habit of reading. In Whitehall, he found the time to read, but it was minimal in comparison to now. All he had to do was forge intelligence reports to almost prove his position was worthy.

      As he walked down the long hallway, he paused before twisting the knob of the door. Yes, he always shut the door when he left, but he swore he could hear shuffling inside. If it was a rat running across the floor, he imagined it would be much quieter in the daytime. No, this was someone and Edmund’s stomach clenched at the idea of his ruse being found out. Somehow, someone saw through his forged reports, and spotted the inconsistency of the claims, despite intelligence being mostly word of mouth most times. He only feared the worst.

      He opened the door and his eyes fell upon not one of his officers, but rather, a blonde head of curls of a woman. Surely, if someone was sent here to tell him of his double-crossing, it would be a man dressed in red. Arnold or Clinton for that matter and the secrecy surrounding it would be worthless. But not Philomena Cheer.

       ❝ Miss Cheer. ❞ One could hear a huff in between his words as his mouth twisted into a small frown. ❝ What is the meaning of this? ❞ Edmund was sure that Miss. Cheer hadn’t reached out to him beforehand to meet with him, which only made him wonder why she stood on the other side of his desk. Exactly where he would stand if they were in a meeting.

#asks #unyieldingvalxr #( it's been a bit since I wrote Hewlett so trying to get used to his character again ) #( Sorry for the wait on this! ) #( I've been trying to focus more on threads ) #( 𝑩𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 ; asks (( Hewlett )) #( 𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒆 ; Hewlett ) #( he's a big ol' emolett in s4 )

[unyieldingvalxr]

#Elsie Marion #unyieldingvalxr

[gen-washington]

“ you didn't force me, sir. i volunteered to be here, remember? “ Samuel gently reminds his commanding officer. "I would gladly serve. No matter the hour, no matter how dangerous the task." (samuel tallmadge ~ Unyieldingvalxr)

@unyieldingvalxr

A thousand tiny lights, like stardust, shine in Washington's eyes. The pride he feels can only be described as that of a father's towards his son, who has grown up into a fine man. Samuel is in that moment no less a son to him than any of his adoptive children are his family. It is a gift to work with brave and loyal men like Samuel Tallmadge. But fatherly feelings can be a curse in war, for the pain of losing a battle is much harder when you are also losing your sons.

"I have never doubted your valour, Captain," a smile shines like the morning sun on Washington's face, but in his eyes the clouds are rolling in. "I simply do not wish you to march on blindly. This mission will take you close to enemy lines, and I cannot allow you to bring more than a handful of men. Do you feel ready for the task?"

#unyieldingvalxr #answered #samuel tallmadge #c; volunteer

[honorhearted]

Patience or Mena?

Send my muse two ( or more ) names for them to honestly admit which one they like the most and why.

"Unfortunately, I never had the fortune of meeting Miss Wright before her untimely end," Ben murmured. "And seeing how she was a friend of Sackett's, I'm genuinely regretful to have missed the opportunity. With that said, I suppose by default, I must favor Miss Cheer...though as loath as I am to admit it, she is not without merit. I find that Philomena is always exceptional at extracting information, and has never once questioned my requirements, so long as I supply her with coin."

#Anonymous #who do you like most meme #unyieldingvalxr #//to make this less complicated i went with show canon for patience #just cuz i've written ben with mena more than ben with patience #anyway i love mena but ben's always a butthead with her haha #fight for what queue believe in

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@annastrxng // @unyieldingvalxr said: Elsie Marion (5'6'') with Isaac

Send your character’s height and I’ll compare it to mine.

Isaac Abbott (6') vs. Elsie Marion

#why do I get the feeling that Elsie can often appear taller than she actually is???? lol #annastrxng #unyieldingvalxr #Isaac Abbott (Character Study.)

[avictimofthejazz]

staying here all night, uninvited. (Mena & Street -- think protective custody???)

@unyieldingvalxr

It has been a toss-up for Street all evening over whether he wants to punch Gavin first, or Dom. Since both his cousin and his best friend have ties to Miss Cheer, it is conceivable that either of them volunteered him for guard dog duty. Even though she has ties to them, they will also be the logical people for Elliot’s goons to check out first. Street has never come on the radar in connection to Miss Cheer, allowing him to slide right under everyone’s notice. That does not mean he is thrilled about having a flamboyant prostitute in his apartment for a few days. Especially since she really does not seem to have any respect for a guy’s usual routine.

Looking up from his chemistry homework, he pulls the pencil out of his mouth and glances up at her. “Don’t you have anything better to do then stare at me? My television works… I’m sure there’s something on that you can watch besides me.”+

#Muse: Officer James Street #unyieldingvalxr #Mena #Cousin Verse

[notsoinnocentlittleangel]

🔳 Elsie Marion

Send 🔳 for our muses to share a jail cell

@unyieldingvalxr

It finally happened. Joanna had been caught stealing supplies from the British army. Hiding them under her skirt hadn't dissuaded the soldiers from searching her and finding them this time. She'd tried to run and nearly gotten herself shot. Instead they'd thrown shackles on her and dragged her off to the jail in Charleston. She'd gotten away once before because the handcuffs were too large for her wrists, but these soldiers apparently had smaller ones because no amount of struggling got her free. Now she'd spent a day locked up in a dark cell, waiting to hear her fate.

She was trying to peer out the tiny barred window when she heard footsteps and another woman, darker hair and skin, was pushed roughly into the cell with her before the door slammed shut. Joanna dropped to the floor, the window being high enough she had to pull herself up to it.

"Who're you?" she asked simply, accent giving away she wasn't from around here. She was curious but also wary of what kind of cellmate she was getting.

#unyieldingvalxr #Elsie #Verse: Revolutionary Times