Rose of Rome.

Indie APH Nyo!Romano | Semi-Selective. | Penned by Ghost.  

[kaizsh]

if this ain’t a visual representation of mediterranean cultures i don’t know what it is

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I am swearing off alcohol and men for the next decade, grazie.

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ITALIAN SCREAMING

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HARMONISES IN ITALIAN SCREAMING

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Drinks are on me, the fucking winner!

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𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒

feel  free  to  change  any  pronouns  or  subjects  (or  reverse).      tw  for  blood,  death  and  physical  violence  mention.

‘  is  it  complete?  ’

‘  who  are  you?  ’

‘  who  is  this?  ’

‘  why  are  you  bleeding?  ’

‘  what  would  i  do  without  you?  ’

‘  do  you  feel  alright?  ’

‘  what’s  your  name?  ’

‘  why  do  you  hate  me?  ’

‘  do  you  want  something  to  eat?  ’

‘  aren’t  you  supposed  to  be  someone  important?  ’

‘  did  you  read  it  yet?  ’

‘  can  you  help  me?  ’

‘  why  do  you  act  so  weirdly?  ’

‘  what  do  i  do  with  someone  like  you?  ’

‘  you  awake?  ’

‘  can’t  you  tell  left  from  right?  ’

‘  how  dare  you?  ’

‘  can  i  have  a  word?  ’

‘  why  didn’t  you  fight  back?  ’

‘  can  you  stop  interupting  me?  ’

‘  why  are  you  here?  ’

‘  what  happened?  ’

‘  haven’t  you  said  enough?  ’

‘  why  are  you  still  ___?  ’

‘  why  don’t  you  shut  up  and  be  quiet?  ’

‘  what  did  you  dream  of?  ’

‘  why  are  you  yelling?  ’

‘  how  could  you  say  that?  ’

‘  is  that  mine?  ’

‘  why  did  you  turn  out  this  way?  ’

‘  are  you  talking  to  me?  ’

‘  why  won’t  he  date  me?  ’

‘  why  did  you  hit  him?  ’

‘  why  are  you  crying  yourself  to  sleep?  ’ 

‘  are  you  serious?  ’

‘  who  did  this?  ’

‘  will  i  regret  this?  ’

‘  do  you  promise?  ’

‘  is  that  mine?  ’

‘  am  i  dead?  ’

‘  can  you  stop  moving?  ’

‘  is  he  looking  at  me?  ’

‘  does  it  hurt?  ’

‘  how  did  that  happen?  ’

‘  what’s  the  weather  for  tomorrow?  ’

‘  are  you  in  love  with  me  yet?  ’

‘  is  it  that  important?  ’

‘  want  some?  ’

‘  was  that  an  accident?  ’

‘  what’s  the  deal  with  you?  ’

‘  who  do  you  think  you  are?  ’

‘  can  i  ask  you  something?  ’

‘  why  don’t  you  leave  then?  ’

‘  how  could  you?  ’

‘  is  this  all  you  can  do?  ’

‘  why  is  this  here?  ’

‘  how  did  you  get  in  here?  ’

‘  is  it  freezing  to  you?  ’

‘  what  are  you  making  tdday?  ’

‘  are  you  lost?  ’

‘  has  it  been  that  long?  ’

‘  how  could  you?  ’

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There were many moments in history where Pippa was extremely stubborn and refused to submit to any weaknesses. This was not one of them. She silently sat there, feeling lightheaded as she remain in the pitch-black room. Giving out a heavy sigh as she raised her knees to her face, so she can bury them in it; pretending she’s in an open-field instead of a secluded room. 

that was until she heard the creak of her door with a soft voice that followed,

“ still scared of the dark ? ”

“ Ah yes, somewhat. I apologize for the noise…I really thought I would be able to muster it through for a night. ” She replied, trying her best to hold herself together. 

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Chiara was usually a pretty heavy sleeper, but tonight just didn’t seem to be her night. The random lightning strikes, the malfunctioning heaters and shitty blankets were all just really working against her. Fuck, she hated these damn conferences.

As she worked out that tomorrow she’ll have to be heavy on her concealer she heard a loud noise from another room. Figuring it would be more fun to just bother another nation than lay there in her bed with her own thoughts, Chiara slipped out of her bed. She pulled her robe over her shift and went turn on the light. It didn’t comply so with a groan she fished out a lighter from her bag and lit one of the complementary candles.

When she opened the door, she saw the other nation huddled in the bed like a lost kid. Somewhat funny.

With a sigh, she stepped into the room, without invitation. The Italian nation raised an eyebrow at the smashed nightlamp - probably the noise that came from her room. She put the candle on the nightstand and slipped onto her bed. She brushed her hair over her shoulder. Her usually perfectly curled hair was laying a bit flatter now, and even without makeup and in the dark, Chiara was still her beautiful self. She looked out the window, before shrugging.

“We can’t help it, I suppose. We carry more weight than the humans, after all.”

[adrasteiax]

“(…) eyes unclean and full of hell-fire (…)”

— Bram Stoker, from Dracula

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Bacchus and Ariadne // rouge moodboard

[bellasognatrice]

hello, im dropping here just to beg someone to do grisha verse (shadow&bone au) with me 

or just talk about it with me @ ghost#9130

[vilavelebita]

Sjeti se da na dnu oceana čami bezbrojno biserje u školjkama. Nitko ga ne vidje, nitko ga neće vidjeti, možda ni trak zvijezde što se ogleda nad vodom, pa ipak, ljepota vasione dobiva od njegove ljepote.

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                                       “   no one fucks with my baby.   ”

                          rules.                                                            muse.                           

made by solo.

[jaytaeme]

— Anaïs Nin, from Henry and June

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@diimsum​ from here.

Chiara still had an absolutely disgusted look on her face, all while he was talking. It didn’t help that his whole comment was… rather useless.

“It’s still incredibly…” She looked back at the painting they were forced to observe in the diplomat’s home. It was a gross, modern art thing. The shape was weird, the colours clashed in all the wrong ways, and why were there so many dots? In general, she hated modern art, but this was incredibly…

“Ugly as fuck.” She swirled the wine in her glass before leaning a bit over to him, whispering. “Feel free to shit on it. I didn’t know my countrymen had such shitty taste, Dio…”

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“ i don’t know why i’m so surprise to see you in spain, ” pippa answered as she took a sip of her drink, then swirling the straw. “ it seems like you frequent here more than i do, but i am quite shock you are alone today. ” it wasn’t at all a malicious comment, she was surprised; she never really seen other’s travel alone in their own right – it’s quite surprising to her. 

“ but at least share some drinks with me before you go back, i’m on vacation after all. i’m actually quite nicer when i’m tipsy. ” 

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[bellasognatrice]

Chiara honestly already regretted stopping her walk when she heard her name called out. She should have just gone on with her day, grabbed herself some lunch and absolutely avoid talking to any other nation. After all, she was in Spain, having her guts rearranged nightly, and talking to someone else didn’t feel like it would vibe with her vacation.

“Ha.” She sighed and looked back at the plaza. God, she could come up with a million excuses. In the end, she sighed and pulled a chair out for herself and sat down.

“Didn’t know you had the capacity to be nice.” She crossed her legs over. When the waiter came over, she ordered her drink and laid her hands back in her lap. “Since when do you vacation in Spain? Shouldn’t you be a responsible nation and promote your own country’s tourism and spend your vacation in… I don’t know, Cornwall?” 

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collection of prompts  /  starter sentences  /  what have you taken from private  /  unpublished works of poetry written by the blog moderator .  feel free to change things  (  such as pronouns  )  as needed !

“ i finally recognize my own reflection ” “ these clothes cling to my body like cobwebs ” “ you left your body somewhere far behind ” “ you know it works every time  ,  half the time  ,  when you get lucky ” “ get the hell away from me ” “ the taste is regret ” “ you never learned to say you’re hurting without forcing someone to hurt with you ” “ you have the audacity to act surprised when your bridges burn ” “ you’re too old to still need a nightlight ” “ still scared of the dark ? ” “ you know them  ,  or you don’t ” “ it doesn’t matter because they’re dead ” “ you’ll join them one way or another ” “ here’s how to relax your muscles ” “ i don’t bother telling anyone the results anymore ” “ they don’t bother asking ” “ i think someone switched the contents ” “ you spend so much time considering what it must be like to be someone else that you forgot to consider what it must be like to be someone at all ” “ i don’t know what to say ” “ you are either a fool or a genius or maybe both ” “ for once i feel like maybe i’m not letting anybody down ” “ he doesn’t believe you ” “ i can’t tell if there’s something wrong or normal with me ” “ the empty container of cup noodles digging into my side is almost pleasant ” “ let them take your place ” “ you are not a king nor were you ever one ” “ i am ready to go home ” “ your mother wept the first time she held you in her arms ” “ you are a miracle ” “ you are something damned ” “ there are not enough apologies in this world to make up for your closed casket funeral ” “ gods will always know the difference ” “ i want to ask my father if he was afraid ” “ maybe never getting to say goodbye is the closest you’re allowed to get to a blessing ” “ the gods will never know the sound of my forgiveness ” “ i just woke up here one morning ” “ i don’t know how to tell you i don’t know where she is ” “ there’s someone here who misses her ” “ i should just be able to bottle up my pain ” “ i feel as though i’m just here to disappoint ” “ if you look closely you can see the snakes shifting beneath the dirt ”

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Photographer: Angelika Wrona (@angelikawronaphotography)

Model: Dione (@earth.moon.flow)