#silver-apple

[indieassociation-blog]

mun: winnie ↳ ( generalperidan ; silver-apple )

Myers-Briggs:     INFP Enneagram:     4w7 ↳ stacking:     sp/sx/so Alignment:      neutral good Kinsey Scale:     0 Temperament:     sanguine

[baxdelaire]

[ silver-apple ]

      "Don't let your eyes see or       ears hear that which you       cannot account for."

[properbastard]

"You mean you wish to surrender to me? Very well, I accept."

Sentence Meme {Princess Bride}

     He supposed she was trying to be funny and he could partially see the humor in it. If it weren’t for his stubborn pride, he would have laughed, but all he did was crack a smile.

     ”No’ exactly, ma’am. We Riflemen don’ surrender; we fight t’ the last man if we ‘ave t’.”

     Though, if she offered a full English breakfast in return for a peaceful surrender, Richard just might reconsider.

[1stdukeofwellington]

silver-apple entered the office

Wellington heard the footsteps stop in front of his desk. Pointedly ignoring them, he finished writing his sentence before looking up. 

[properbastard]

silver-apple

Richard Sharpe side-stepped a puddle, fiddling with his belt and settling his sword back on his hip. The small town was crowded with the addition of the army to the native inhabitants. He ducked around a wagon, stumbling right into another puddle, and nearly running head-long into someone else.

"Sorry-" he began. "Di'n't see ye there, ma'am."

[yarncrafterliz]

"Wow, your eyes are gorgeous." [from Peri but he'd word it more like "Wow, your eyes. -casually stares-"]

((If Peri said it))

She could feel her cheeks reddening in a blush, as if lit from behind by a candle.  And, silly as it was, she put her hand over her glasses—not touching, since she hated getting finger prints on the lenses—and dipped her head with a bashful giggle.  You would think that, after being married to him for a while now, she would have gotten past this!  “You’re making me blush, Peri~”

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((If Mabel said it))

She never thought her eyes were much to look at, and she uncomfortably rubbed the back of her neck.  "Thank you...D'you really think so?"

[lacrxmabilis-archive]

[throws a brick through your window with my URL written on it]

Do I Follow Them?: YEAHWhy Did I Follow Them?: Wonderful, heartshaking interactions with mgrxves.Do We Role Play?: I owe her like I owe everyone here, yeahDo I Want To Role Play With Them: Of course, like, a lot.An AU Idea For Our Muses: HAHAHA WELL. You have a parent AU with Mortimer, I have a married AU, with Mortimer. WHAT ABOUT an AU fusion where Virginia is Mabel’s stepmother uh?, just sayin’A Song For Our Muses: I don’t have a solid answer here, but I’ll tell you one thing, last night I was listening to this melody and for no absolute reason I imagined them doing stuff like, walking in a dark forest or something. Like that one meme I once answered, I stayed in my mind. Do I Ship Our Muses?: Not really, but how cute do they look having tea evenings and stuff?What I Think About The Mun: I love that they send memes, I love everything they post. I love just how nice and warm it feels, one of those blogs that you feel there and that you just love having there. Overall Opinion: I think it’s great, I love, above all, how they have layered their page. It makes Mabel look so interesting and original, it’s really, really attractive and so sweet, when I followed I immediately thought “woah, a proper friend for sissy yay" Blog Rate: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10

[lacrxmabilis-archive]

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Send ϡ for a sleep headcanon

Virginia used to sleep like a baby, peacefully and really quiet, she barely moved. Her days were always happy and stress was completely unknown to her. Her concerns were simple and mainly, childish. Of course, that changed, she got married at the age of 13 and the concerns started to take over, debts, her husband’s drinking, family problems, money. Although her family has always kept her away from those unsettling things, sometimes she hears, she feels certain tension that can be stressful. Later on, the doctors said that she would die eventually and it was slowly driving her insane.

Virginia doesn’t sleep well anymore and she prefers not to. She is terribly scared of dying in her sleep or missing things while she isn’t conscious, the troubled thoughts give her nightmares, sometimes not terrible ones, but she’s far too sensitive and wakes up crying and really disturbed. Virginia absolutely hates, loathes, fears, is terrified of waking up alone. That, thoughts, nightmares, sad news can even induce panic attacks, not to mention that in the worst stages of her illness fever would make her experience hallucinations and disorientation.