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the last plantagenet queen

@nevillexqueen-blog / nevillexqueen-blog.tumblr.com

Anne Neville. The youngest daughter of Richard Neville, the Earl of Warwick and his wife, Anne, Countess of Warwick. Younger sister to Isabel Neville and half sister to Margaret Neville. In her lifetime she was a Lady, the Princess of Wales, the Duchess of Gloucester and finally, Anne, Queen of England. {historical rp. mun&muse are of age.}
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Anonymous asked:

What's wrong sweetheart?

Just mindless hate; over portrayals and the like. And when people agree.. it just upset me you know? And people mindlessly writing such vitriolic tags.. people get their feelings hurt over these things you know? 
Anon hate etc needs to stop but so does making posts specifically to mock people and their writing; no-one is perfect and singling people out and being rude is just not on.
From this fandom, I dunno, I expected better. We're all here for a common love of history and it's usually ship wars that cause drama in fandoms but history is history. I guess I should have been a little less idealistic; fandoms are fandoms people have their faves and see them a certain way and just.. yeah. 
It's upsetting though, it truly is. 
#;tbd#{ i'm bouncing over to G's askbox now; others in mail and etc sorry for delays; saturday is a sucky day! }#;nonniemouse
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People on my dash right now are making me question why I'm bothering with my drafts at all; since when is mocking someone ever okay? It really grinds my gears that people in a fandom and community that I love can be so utterly disrespectful to another human being and possibly make them feel bad about themselves over something so pathetic.

You want to make yourself feel better by making someone feel worse? What kind of person does that? What kind of person are you?

#i'm not reading the post; but those tags.. mocking people like wtf is wrong with you?#;tbd
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My New Years Eve involved lots of vintage cooking; proposals for said cooking and sing alongs. 

Tame but an almighty success even if I do say so myself; now, as I promised myself, I shall start the new year well and get to drafts.

Hearts to all your beautiful faces.

#{ ;mumblings & muns }
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xprinsipessa

Beauty and The Beast sentence starters

"Who could ever learn to love a beast?"
"Here's where she meets Prince Charming, but she won't discover that it's him 'til Chapter Three!"
"Do you think I'm odd?"
"What are you staring at!?"
"I was trying to be hospitable."
"Well there's the usual things: flowers, chocolates, promises you don't intend to keep..."
"This is yet another example of the late neoclassic Baroque period. And, as I always say, 'If it's not Baroque, don't fix it!'"
"This is the day your dreams come true."
"What do you know about my dreams?"
"You can't stay in there forever!"
"Fine! Then go ahead and starve!"
"Aargh! That hurts!"
"If you'd hold still, it wouldn't hurt as much!"
"If you hadn't run away, this wouldn't have happened."
"If you hadn't have frightened me, I wouldn't have run away!"
"You should learn to control your temper."
"We don't like what we don't understand, in fact it scares us."
"Don't talk like that."
"Everything's going to be fine, you'll see."
"No, no! Please. Please! Please don't leave me."
#{ ;meme }
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edwardofwestminster

Merry Christmas, my queen!

((For nevillexqueen. Because darling Eddie knows that having her by his side is the greatest present))

My dearest Anne: I wish I was more of a master of words to tell you how much you matter to me. But alas, I am a soldier, born and raised in war, and as much as my tutors care about my education, I am clumsy when trying to express my thoughts, specially when those are of love. Because I do love you, Anne Neville. I do love you and while I know that these weeks have been difficult, I promise you I shall be the best husband possible, so all these hardships that have been imposed upon you are less. Or at least feel less than what they feel now. Because I’ve known them, and while they feel like home to me, I know that to others come as a shock. I just… I just want to see you happy, Anne. And even if your heart is far away from here, and even if it belongs to someone else, mine belonged to you since the very moment I met you. I asked your father how do you celebrate Christmas in Warwick Hall, and while I begged him, and I beg you to keep secret, as my mother does not approve of such frivolous pasttimes. But I want you to feel Christmas, to be with you in a way different from the martial environment you’ve seen so far. I want you to feel at home, even if we are so far away from it. To show you what will happen when we celebrate next Christmas in London, at last, and you have all the riches of the world at your feet. Because you deserve all that and more. I don’t know if your happiness is or will ever be in my hands, but I will make sure it is someday. And as long as I breathe, I will do my very best to make you happy. And these feasts are a good place to start. Merry Christmas, my Anne. Always yours, Your Edward.

#{ awwwww! just found this in my tag! EDDIE I WUV YOU; and so does she! }#;heartsyourfaces
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edwardoflancaster asked:

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The castle had been filled with whispers for days about a man claiming to be her deceased husband; it was a topic that had caused fear to swell within Richard’s court and hope in the heart of his Queen.
What if.. when she catches herself she scolds herself; there shall never be a happy ending to this story. She, a pawn until the last, will end her days with a crown on her head and a hole in her chest where her heart used to be.
She has lost all by now; her son, her sister.. her husband. 
But when the guards, sent by Richard to find this man and bring him to him, drag the Lancastrian heir to their feet; that mop of blonde curls dirties than she remembers; his eyes colder, fiercer than when they had last settled on her; she freezes in the gilded cage some might call a throne.
Slender fingers claw at the arm rests, throat working on a swallow as she finds herself incapable of looking away; she must, she cannot give him away it would mean certain death but oh she has missed him; more than she had dared ever admit to herself.
All too soon, a midst the cluster of thoughts filling her mind, Richard’s voice fills her, swallows her whole. He wants her to laugh with him and denounce the traitor; she can’t speak nor take her eyes away how is she to denounce him? 
A lie before her husband is not truly a lie if it is to save a life; in the ten commandments it says not to kill and she thinks of her soul over Richard’s need to grasp at the flimsy straws of the truth he has convinced himself.
"—-I—" she tears her gaze away and looks to her skirts; they shall not betray her. "I have never seen him before. He is not my  Edward of Westminster.”
Briefly she lifts her gaze from the purple flowing skirts and looks upon him, her King’s captive, her gaze imploring, begging for his forgiveness.
Would it be enough to say she did not want him to die twice? That even as she was now she could not bare it?
This is the saddest story I have ever heard she thought bitterly and now it is my life
#{ v; the return of a heart }#{ WELCOME TO PAIN MY LOVELY }#edwardoflancaster
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