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I’m moving Francis to my new multimuse. This was not an easy decision to make, but considering that the Reign fandom is quite small and often inactive (and my interest in AUs lie primarily with ASOIAF and not much outside of it), I see no good to having him on his separate blog. Not in any way does this mean that my interest in writing him has dwindled (though it’s obvious that I’ve lacked returning here). On the contrary, considering my primary place of activity starting today/tomorrow will be my multi, he’d immensely benefit from being moved there. I want to write him, he’s incredibly near and dear to my heart— which is why I’m making this decision.

As of today, he can be found here.

lumenrectis

I’m moving Francis to my new multimuse. This was not an easy decision to make, but considering that the Reign fandom is quite small and often inactive (and my interest in AUs lie primarily with ASOIAF and not much outside of it), I see no good to having him on his separate blog. Not in any way does this mean that my interest in writing him has dwindled (though it’s obvious that I’ve lacked returning here). On the contrary, considering my primary place of activity starting today/tomorrow will be my multi, he’d immensely benefit from being moved there. I want to write him, he’s incredibly near and dear to my heart— which is why I’m making this decision.

As of today, he can be found here.

#[ reblog. ]

I’m moving Francis to my new multimuse. This was not an easy decision to make, but considering that the Reign fandom is quite small and often inactive (and my interest in AUs lie primarily with ASOIAF and not much outside of it), I see no good to having him on his separate blog. Not in any way does this mean that my interest in writing him has dwindled (though it’s obvious that I’ve lacked returning here). On the contrary, considering my primary place of activity starting today/tomorrow will be my multi, he’d immensely benefit from being moved there. I want to write him, he’s incredibly near and dear to my heart— which is why I’m making this decision.

As of today, he can be found here.

#⌈☉⌋ i think she's a sort of glove puppet. [ ooc. ]#[ zero need for goodbyes. as like i said-- he'll be over there. alive and kicking. ]#[ it's only goodbye to those who choose/opt to not follow me there. ]#[ in which case-- my immense gratitude that you followed me here for as long as you did. ]#[ for finding something about my francis appealing or interesting. ]#[ ... enough to follow and write with. ]#[ thank you and i hope life treats you incredibly well. <3 ]

When I’ve been doing the one thing that I dislike doing the absolute very most (iconing, despite the subject being the ever delightful Toby Regbo), you know I’m approaching my return here. I know I’ve been preaching it for a while, but I’ve been meaning it. Perhaps it’s my patriotism or perhaps it’s really just that Francis is an incredible character and muse, but he’s imprinted in heart and mind and I can’t shake him. While I hands-down love the other two muses that I have, Francis feels... like, home, somehow, I’ll always return to him, no matter how short or long the absence.

Anyway, I know numerous of you have already gone to sleep or will soon and thus won’t see this, but if you’re awake and a like comes out from your end on this post— you’ll receive a thing somehow.

#⌈☉⌋ i think she's a sort of glove puppet. [ ooc. ]#[ yes. i'm semi-cheating with this timing. ]#[ only semi. >.> ]#[ okay. maybe a whole lot more than semi. ]

Activity on Francis will resume, I’ve never changed my mind— he simply doesn’t have priority. I’m hoarding drafts on my Jace Herondale until I finish and release them all. Once I do, I’ll be rearranging and replying to very old owed things (if the people are still around), turning some memes into threads and answer some memes of my own.

#⌈☉⌋ i think she's a sort of glove puppet. [ ooc. ]#[ i promise. i haven't forgotten. i love this guy too much. ]

/is all kinds of emotional, actual tears in my eyes /stomps foot /angrily hits the turn on button on the kettle /is still emotional Why do I write Francis? I don’t know, man.

#⌈☉⌋ i think she's a sort of glove puppet. [ ooc. ]#[ SOMEONE TAKE THIS GUY AWAY FROM ME. ]

mademoiselleboullan

#⌈☉⌋ lumen rectis. [ francis. ]#[ it was a good time to reblog this. perfect timing. ]#[ this isn't /just/ to mary. this is also to his mother within the show. ]#[ you should not-- you cannot live your life differently because of fear. because of anything that might or might not happen. ]#[ because it'll eat at you. it'll make decisions for you. you will lose control of everything. including what you hold dear. ]#[ /you/ need to be in control. mary needs to be. mary needs to be. they all need to be. ]#[ here's the thing-- i don't feel as if he /entirely/ lived in disbelief of that prophecy. because he saw the look in his mother's eyes. ]#[ and he saw the look in mary's. but especially his mother's. ]#[ there is a sort of fear of seeing such belief in someone's eyes. and i know he felt it. at some point. ]#[ but i think he made the ever honest and solid decision to never let uncertainty rule him. ]#[ he loves mary. with every fiber of his being-- he does. and losing her over some prophecy that could be true or the opposite... ]#[ it wasn't fathomable to him. ]#[ even if in some universe-- he would know it to have been true. he would've never made a different choice. ]#[ mary had been his choice from the moment she'd returned. if not before that. it's why he was so hesitant. ]#[ because he knew if there'd been different cards-- he'd have to play them. he'd have the play the game of the mind and not heart. ]#[ catherine knew this too. she knew his heart was set. it's why she was ever so frightened. it's why she said it. ]#[ but francis would've never done or said anything different. ]#[ his heart was in this moment 100%. he wanted nothing more than for her to say yes here. ]#[ because he'd rather live a year having what he holds most dear-- than ten without. ]#[ francis valois is a man of heart. of good intentions. of love. of devotion. in every aspect of his life. ]#[ to his country. his family. to mary. ]#[ my heart is breaking. okay. i just. i can never type tags for francis without being genuinely emotional. ]#[ this guy is /so important/ to me in so many ways. ]

Mary Stuart (fortuitoushost): A breath escapes her and pale, slim fingers grasp her husband’s. It was hard not to be worried for their future when it was so uncertain, though it was lessened slightly with the knowledge that they were together through it all. At the forefront of her mind was their need to produce an heir and also the potential claim on England that may well come sooner than she might have liked. Brown eyes turn upward toward the blue of the man that she trusted implicitly, toying with his fingers in her own. ❛ I know and I’m so thankful to have you with me. ❜ There really wasn’t any question as to whether Francis would be at her side through any trials they might encounter. His problems were her problems, and vise versa. Knowing as much made her feel reassured, if only a little. ❛ Everything is just so uncertain. ❜

The delicacy of her hands within his own, never would they cease to garner every inch of his attention and gaze within an instant, if such time had even passed; would he ever know, or would he find himself forever too all-encompassed, too enraptured? When sound finally did come to abandon him in response, it seemed rather as if he were speaking to the recollection of a childhood seemingly long since past, instead of her words at present, but nothing could be more untrue, “I’ve never feared uncertainty, not when it’s come to you.” The envelope of hands was his to lead then, the daintiness of such extremities sitting ever cautiously within his grasp, one ever protective and kind within its hold, “The thrill for me with you has always been in the waiting.” It’d been ever true, words spoken in utmost earnest to their childhood and their present, “And is that not what the future is; God’s test of our patience?” A smile emerged, bright in its authenticity and reassurance, rivaling the gentle tug on her person, guiding her to a furthered and envelope in jest, "I shall not have you fret any longer, Mary. As much as I may love my mother, I shan’t have her peering over our shoulders any more than she’s already been.”

#fortuitoushost #[ /is rusty. ]#[ /tries really hard. ]#[ /is semi-pleased. ]#[ have i mentioned that you're wonderful as of late? ]#[ ... why did eric clapton literally just get stuck in my head as i typed 'wonderful'? ]#[ there's stuff wrong with me. ]#[ nothing's wrong with francis however. ]

/cracks knuckles. It’s hard to get back into this guy each time ‘round, but it’s always worth it.

#⌈☉⌋ i think she's a sort of glove puppet. [ ooc. ]

Mary Stuart (myricds): a small hum of agreement sounds from her throat as mary’s gaze casts out over the land before them, the colors of autumn beginning to peak out all around, painting the landscape in warm honey and fire.

❛ do you not find it peculiar, however—— ❜ there’s still that bit of awe in her eyes as she takes in the scene, an easy smile resting on her lips. ❛ ——that with all of the time we spent out here as children, running through those very same hills ——how little we appreciated it ? ❜ and perhaps it had simply been a different perspective growing with them as they got older, she muses, finally turning to look at him, her smile breaking into a wide grin as her eyes meet his. with everything they’ve been through leading up to the here and now, mary will never be unaffected by the way he can disarm her so, and with no more than a look. her eyes sparkle with amusement, even as she sets her accusation upon him.

❛ francis ——were you even listening to me ? ❜

A glimmer became apparent within those depths of blue, of which each was wholly captivated by her; the smile resting upon her lips in such ease, every feature which had, without any doubt, been beauteously and carefully sculpted personally by their Maker himself, with those locks which appeared an auburn within the autumn’s rays now, perfectly framing the most incredible canvas he could ever behold. Mary Stuart, Queen of Scots, as beautiful as she was here, shone ever bright; a queen any man would lay down their life for, but she was his queen, his love, his light— “Yes.” I heard every word. The smile was subtler upon his own features, as if still momentarily caught in overwhelming awe, “There is not a word you could speak that I would not hear and want to hear again and again, Mary.” With no hesitation to withhold its movements, a hand reached for her own, the gaze trailing it ever as enamored as the caress of his thumb upon the delicate expanse of skin, the touch ever gentle, “However, I oppose the accusation that you’d think I’d forsake one of my many vows to you with such ease and prompt.”

A smile met hers then, found in its commencing steps to matching her own, “I’ll pressure you, listen to you, argue with you, and love you, until the day I die. —Were those not some of them before you graced me with the grandest yes any man could hope for?”

#myricds #[ listen. something prompted me to do this. ]#[ to try my hand at it. ]#[ you know what prompted it. ]#[ don't play coy or innocent. because you know. ]#[ i hope this somewhat lives up to your dreams of them beyond the show m'dear. <3 ]

waitingforthefireflies

#me

#⌈☉⌋ i think my bicep is twelve inches. and it’s just like not hunk not hunk. [ regbo. ]#[ the moment i do the 'i entirely understand you toby' nod. ]#[ introverts unite. ]#[ even if he wasn't kidding-- definitely feel like he is when you listen to his Q&As (which are beautifully interesting btw). ]#[ ... why do i have to stop myself from rambling about /this./ why do i have the ability to rant more often than i don't. ]#[ okay. let's just for once-- not ramble. ]

reignoftheflorentine: ❝I know that you’d be much happier if you were doing this with Mary, but these steps are complicated and I don’t want you trodding all over your wife’s feet while you learn them. It might be seen as an attack on Scotland.❞ A jest, offhand and carefully constructed lest anyone be eavesdropping while she made her turn. To the majority of Court, they would think the Medici’s words serious, never believing the Italian Woman capable of anything more than scheming and digging her claws into France. Yet with Francis, her firstborn, her golden sun - all was well and light. ❝Besides, just think how wonderful you two will look on the dance floor during the Spring celebrations after you’ve bonded with you teaching her this dance. She’ll be so very impressed.❞

“Trod?” Offense almost found him then, though it’d be met by the smile that further brightened a golden countenance, his voice echoing the light glee within his heart— “Well, I say that the fault would be entirely yours if I’d be guilty of such an offense still.” It was a returned jest, all in lightheartedness, glee, “For I highly doubt it was my father who relentlessly reviewed my tutors for these activities.” A ring barely circled within his patience, always an eager witness of these moments of obvious joy within his mother. The enthusiasm that accompanied the judgment towards her decisions was careful, but genuine— and the smile? It was still there, “As for me, I take offense to your insinuation, mother, that I require the help of some dance to impress my wife.”

#reignoftheflorentine #[ catherine we're offended that you think he needs help to impress mary. ]#[ where's your faith in your sun suddenly gone? hmm? hmmmmm? HMM? ]#[ -- getting back into francis is hard. man. ]

I very firmly disagree with the seemingly common belief that Francis loathed or, at the very least, disliked his father or vice versa, in private and/or public settings alike. There’s a severe difference to me between dislike and, while one can’t exactly call it dissociation by role, it is, in a sense, exactly that. Not through force, but out of experience, time and perception throughout the years.

“But he is my father and the king of France.” — Francis; Long Live the King, (S01E21)

“All the time I was growing up, I saw him as the greatest man in France.” — Francis; Slaughter of Innocence (S01E22)

#lionoffrance #[ i can't believe i don't have a headcanon tag. i'll do this soon enough. ]#[ and you know i tagged you because-- well. involves your muse and we've spoken on this. ]#[ it is ze most important thing. ]

Haven’t forgotten, been going down my to-do list on Tumblr— first everything non-IC so that it’s all out of the way and I can fully focus on each blog and its IC activity. Almost done, bear with me. <3

#⌈☉⌋ i think she's a sort of glove puppet. [ ooc. ]#[ i also see A NEW SEBASTIAN IN MY ACTIVITY AND FOLLOWERS. ]#[ do you mean my heart. ]#[ do you mean francis' brother. do you mean his most trusted-- ]#[ i just. i always have familial feelings. ]

lumenrectis:

I just have a lot of love in my heart for my Golden Sun, okay.

#⌈☉⌋ i think she's a sort of glove puppet. [ ooc. ]#[ i also haven't been in love with any psd i've worked on ever. until this one. ]#[ it seems to work for literally everything so far. even dark scenes... ]#[ all i have to add then is an unedited shadows/highlights adjustment of which i lower the opacity. ]#[ i've been going crazy coloring-wise for 5 years. first when i used and made 500px width gifs. then 245px-- ]#[ then icons. forever unpleased. ]#[ 5 years later... more so 84 years and 16 months later-- i'm /finally/ working with something i'm so thrilled with. ]#[ AND LOOK HOW BEAUTIFUL HE IS. ]#[ ugh. my life. my heart. my sun. ]#[ catherine i'm stealing i'm from you. he's my golden sun. :o ]#[

wannabeconfident

#⌈☉⌋ you cost me more than you could possibly imagine. [ narcisse. ]#alwayscalculating #[ listen. ]#[ for once-- this requires no tags. ]#[ but i'm adding some anyway. ]#[ THE VERY FIRST SCENE. THE FIRST INTRODUCTION. ]#[ come on now. francis was okay until narcisse very 'innocently' whispered a thing into francis' ear about conde. ]#[ 'oh-- you didn't know he has a boat to escape the plague? YOU DIDN'T OFFER YOUR KING ESCAPE CONDE?' ]#[ you can see the annoyance on his face. even if it's mostly judgmental and still semi open-minded. ]#[ you know he's done before it's all ever started. ]#[ thank you narcisse. ]#[ you can go now <.< ]

⚓ Are there any small details you tend to like in roleplays?

This may not be in actual threads and I know that I made note of it in a recent post, but there’s absolutely nothing that I love more on roleplay blogs than to see people ramble about their muse. Reading headcanons warms my heart, but nothing beats the smile that’s on my face when I see people mindlessly go on and on about their muse. I don’t care about coherency, heck, lack thereof will probably turn the smile brighter— because it’s unfiltered, it’s real, it’s the moment when people are most honest and genuine. I always yearn to see people do this at any time and they’re pretty much my favorite people to follow. I want to see that intense love and dedication— because that’s what passion is to me; when you go on and on for hours, forgetting what you’ve said already and what you haven’t. I’m always here for it.

Munday meme / @bxrnqueen / Accepting

#bxrnqueen #⌈☉⌋ you say that i ignore your council; so let's hear it. [ answered. ]#[ apologies if this seems to pop up out of the blue. i'm going through drafts and i remembered this from months ago. ]#[ and it also just sat there-- it deserved an answer. ]#[ thank you for having sent this in so many months go m'love! ]

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