🎉 - isabel, seraphina, nehir
🎉 - hang out with, party with, ghost.
HANG OUT WITH - Isabel ( @isabelofyork ) PARTY WITH - Seraphina ( @sercphism ) GHOST - Nehir ( @nchirsultan ) (but not really she’d want to hang out with Nehir as well)
Claire Keane
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shark vs the universe

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Kaledo Art
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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Show & Tell
Peter Solarz

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Product Placement
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Sweet Seals For You, Always

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@castilianrose
🎉 - isabel, seraphina, nehir
🎉 - hang out with, party with, ghost.
HANG OUT WITH - Isabel ( @isabelofyork ) PARTY WITH - Seraphina ( @sercphism ) GHOST - Nehir ( @nchirsultan ) (but not really she’d want to hang out with Nehir as well)
Truth serum: do you still love Alfonso at all?
TRUTH SERUM - MY CHARACTER HAS TO ANSWER TRUTHFULLY, NO MATTER THE QUESTION
“It’s more complicated than a simple yes or no,” Luzia answers, “my answer doesn’t matter as much as reality. I’ve began loving His Majesty after I’ve spent three years as his obedient mistress. The first few months had been the most difficult. Too young and naive to understand the consequences of my actions, I did what my family asked of me, to honor and obey them, to, perhaps, please the king. I couldn’t get enough of his attention, the gifts and sudden power, the jealousy I suddenly witnessed due to my position. I hadn’t yet understood the importance of a mistress, but after a few months I began to understand myself, the king, and my position. I was so young, of course I hadn’t fully grasped politics and had no desire in voicing my own desires except for pleasures and attention. It felt more like a game to me after a while, a game without rules, every new day the dice had been rolled again, decided my fate for me. I danced into this world not expecting much, but His Majesty has given me the world with his affection. The truth is I’ve never been happier. Three years of intimacy and affection has strengthened me and educated me in things that would’ve been beyond my reach. He opened his heart to me and I gave my life in exchange. Yet, the idea of becoming queen seemed too wild of a concept considering I wasn’t born into this world. The more time I spent at court the better I felt about being by his side and I’ve come to love him immensely. Yes, I do love His Majesty. I still do. How could I not? He might not be the easiest man, but to me he has been the most genuine, most intriguing and intense man.” @allfcnso
ivanrurik:
persephonememes:
𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂 / 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒.
𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐨𝐫 𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠.
❛ Sometimes you don’t get another chance, you know, to-to fix the mistake. ❜
❛ I moved the earth and the water for you. ❜
❛ I can’t help but love you. ❜
❛ Oh my God, we’re going to do this again, aren’t we? ❜
❛ I’ll never forget the first time I saw your face. ❜
❛ You’re pregnant? ❜
❛ I love you. ❜
❛ There is always risk. At least when you love someone it’s worth taking. ❜
❛ I find more peace with you. ❜
❛ You are so beautiful, it hurts sometimes. ❜
❛ I didn’t want you to fight alone. ❜
❛ Why are you telling me this? ❜
❛ I love you, thorns and all. ❜
❛ You promise? ❜
❛ I want her to be happy. It’s worth sacrificing myself. ❜
❛ I believe in you and as long as we’re together I know that’s nothing we can’t do. ❜
❛ I hope to see you again sometime soon. ❜
❛ Can you just stay through the night? ❜
❛ I will be here with you. ❜
❛ I’m always gonna love you. ❜
❛ Would you ask me out for dinner, already? ❜
❛ How’s forever? Does forever work for you? ❜
❛ Whatever you choose, you’ve got my support. ❜
❛ It’s okay, I can be alone with you here. ❜
❛ I know I love you. I know that you love me. ❜
❛ I stayed up to talk to you. ❜
❛ Never far from you, my love. ❜
❛ I love you. Now save me. ❜
❛ You were worth the wait, and I don’t just mean tonight. ❜
❛ It’s always been you. ❜
❛ We can have any future you want. ❜
❛ Death cannot stop true love. All it can do is delay it for a while. ❜
❛ You make me want to be a better man. ❜
❛ Would you just stay with me? ❜
❛ I’ve been doing a lot of thinking, and the thing is, I love you. ❜
❛ Most of my life I felt alone, even when I was with people. That was until I met you. ❜
❛ We’ll always have Paris. ❜
❛ Don’t you see? Don’t you understand? You’re the love of my life. I can’t leave you. ❜
❛ I’ve been in love with you for, ever. ❜
❛ Do not die. Do you understand? I can’t live without you. ❜
❛ I’ve always been in love with you. ❜
❛ I love you, and I’m not going to stop loving you. ❜
❛ I love everything about you. Even the things I don’t like, I love. ❜
❛ I’m not going anywhere. ❜
❛ My world is a better place with you in it. ❜
❛ I fell in love with you, smartass, because you were one of us. ❜
❛ If you were going to die, I was going to die with you. ❜
❛ I am broken and healing, but every piece of my heart belong to you. ❜
❛ You are my salvation. ❜
❛ She’s mine. And if any of you lay a hand on her, you lose that hand. And then lose your head. ❜
LUZIA | CESARE | JINGFEI
My character is under a truth serum, ask them anything.
MY CHARACTER HAS TO ANSWER TRUTHFULLY, NO MATTER THE QUESTION.
LUZIA | CESARE | JINGFEI
🔪 - protect, attack, fight side-by-side with. (magda, lucrezia, caterina)
PROTECT - Lucrezia ( @devidaure ) ATTACK - Caterina ( @ofcxterina ) FIGHT SIDE-BY-SIDE WITH - Magda ( @magdahlena )
🍪 the spanish
🍪 - make cookies for, make a five-course meal for, burn all their food.
MAKE COOKIES FOR - Cristobal ( @cristobaltrastamara ), Cécile ( @ofasturias ), Mateo ( @mateo-trastamara ), Juana ( @jvanas ), Imelda ( @imeldaofcastile ) MAKE A FIVE-COURSE MEAL FOR - Alfonso ( @allfcnso ), Magdalena ( @magdahlena ), Santiago ( @santianscrids ) BURN ALL THEIR FOOD - no one
Did you care for Alfonso, or was it simply a physical/political pairing for you?
This blog is accepting development anons!
Bug my character about their past! Ask them about the things you wonder about! Give them scenarios to get their brain going! Today is all about bringing out the growth hiding within my character.
tw: abuse, manipulation
"My family has used me as a pawn for their own games. While I was eager to meet the king of Castile, as anyone naturally would, I’ve had my doubts about him and the role I was supposed to occupy. It’s a role not made to last, however, my father demanded much more of me. He forced me into a world I didn’t know to win the king’s affection. To possibly become queen, a position I wasn’t born in, that would most certainly turn my family immortal. Too young and naive to fully understand my role, I obliged and became his mistress. While my journey has certainly started as just a way to gain influence, wealth and power, it turned into much more, for me at least. I’ve come to care for the king, love him. So, yes I did care for him. I still do. He’s the father of my son, my sovereign Lord, how could I not care for him?” @allfcnso
ivanrurik:
crownshqsinspo:
virusinfected-memes:
THREE (3) CHOICES ;
Send an emoji below + three (3) different characters / muses that my muse must pick from! Some choices are considered ns / fw.
💍 - fuck, marry, kill. we already did this one but w/e 💋 - hug, cuddle, kiss. 💫 - fight, tickle, insult. 🦋 - befriend, adopt, ignore. 🥊 - pinch, slap, punch. ✨ - summon, banish, absorb. 🗳️ - vote for, vote against, run against. ☕ - get coffee with, go out to dinner with, steal their food. 💰 - rob a bank with, hide a body with, rat out to the cops. 🚦 - be stuck in an elevator with, be stuck in traffic with, be stuck in the apocalypse with. 🎉 - hang out with, party with, ghost. 🍪 - make cookies for, make a five-course meal for, burn all their food. 🔪 - protect, attack, fight side-by-side with. 💬 - SEND IN YOUR OWN THREE OPTIONS NOT LISTED ABOVE!
LUZIA | CESARE | JINGFEI
some one word prompts . ( send one of the words for our muses to interact based off that word )
goodbye : my muse kissing and/or hugging your muse goodbye.
secrets : my muse sharing/confiding their deepest, darkest secret with your muse.
nightmare : my muse coming to your muses aid when they awake from a nightmare.
push : my muse pushing your muse out of the way of danger.
embrace : my muse abruptly throwing their arms around your muse, hugging them tightly.
bloody : my muse coming to your muse with blood stains on their clothes and hands, shaking.
drunk : my muse takes care of your muse while they are in a drunken state.
bed : my muse wakes up in the same bed as your muse with little recollection of the night before.
slap : my muse slaps your muse across the face out of anger.
gone : my muse stays by your muses side while they take their last breath.
scream : my muse hears your muse scream and quickly runs to their side.
sleep : my muse falls asleep on your muse, making it hard for my muse to leave.
stalk : my muse gets caught by your muse trailing behind them, watching them.
sacrifice : my muse jumps in front of your muse, sacrificing their life for your muses life.
trail : my muse watches as your muse traces one of my muses scares, asking them about it.
love : my muse confronts your muse about why they never say ’ i love you ’ back.
piggyback : my muse jumps on your muses back, my muse gives yours a piggyback ride.
jump : my muse runs to your muse and jumps up, my muse holding yours up by their thighs.
dance : my muse holds their hand out, waiting for your muse to come out and slow dance with them.
carry : my muse carries your muse to their house, either drunk, or a weakened state, can specify.
lighter : my muse pulls out a lighter and lights it for your muse to use to light their cigarette.
shot : my muse gets shot and struggles to your muses house for aid.
wound : my muse patches and bandages a wound your muse has gotten.
fight : my muse stops your muse from getting into a physical fight with someone else.
arrest : your muse finds my muse arrested in cuffs with swarming police everywhere.
hospital : my muse awakens in a hospital, finding your muse by their side, asking what happened.
gun : my muse pulls out a gun on your muse, your muse tries to talk them into putting the gun down.
betrayal : my muse finds out that your muse has betrayed them in same way and confronts them about it.
nude : my muse walks in on your muse accidentally seeing them naked.
karaoke : my muse pulls your muse up on stage with them to sing some karaoke songs.
laughter : my muse hears your muse laughing uncontrollably and approaches to see if they are okay.
murder : my muse walks in on your muse committing a gruesome murder.
wet : my muse strips down to their under garments and runs into the water, motioning for your muse to join them.
LUZIA | CESARE | JINGFEI
This blog is accepting development anons!
Bug my character about their past! Ask them about the things you wonder about! Give them scenarios to get their brain going! Today is all about bringing out the growth hiding within my character.
LUZIA | CESARE | JINGFEI
MARIUS D’ANJOU, PRINCE OF FRANCE.
It seemed all common sense had escaped the Prince, as he stood upon the balcony that hinged upon the walls of the Hotel Saint-Pol. This chamber, adorned in French silks and novelties, that had once belonged to him; a sanctuary that had once been his way to escape courtly life as a young man. Stepping within however, when soaked in wine and the need for an escape, all memory seemed to escape him. All of those pesky ghosts were no longer loitering but instead flooding to other parts of his mind, to allow him one release.
He stayed with Apollonia, in a castle that was not this. Nonetheless, he had asked her to meet him within the realm of fantasy. To act as if such motion and prose would not dare harm a psyche that lay in the most precarious of fragility. His back turned towards the door, Marius closed his eyes and felt the cool whip of the air upon his face — allowing it to smother him almost, allowing it to embrace him. It was only her voice that snapped him from his daydream. “Luzia,” he called, an arm outstretched to take her hand, to guide her to the very edge of the balcony which overlooked both the flowing Seine and the thump of a city that grew by the day.
In truth, Marius was not sure what he sought in her presence; but he could not push her aside. With a slight exhale, he loosened his hand from her own and placed both upon the stone railing, looking ahead to the various torches that lead the way for visiting courtiers. “You’re welcome, my lady. I thought it better to find some rest bite here than under the many eyes of Paris… And from beneath those lecherous Dukes,” Marius hummed, teasing a little, before looking at her — drinking her visage as if he had walked the plains for forty days and forty nights.
“There is fur set aside for you, and I must admit that we cannot stay for long. My chambers are no longer here… They once were, indeed. In truth, my lady, I am unsure what pushed me to ask you to come to this very room. It would’ve made sense, instead, to go to Chateau de la Tournelle,” Marius mused, reaching forth to run his thumb upon the invitation of her white knuckles. “Merci… for coming.”
Luzia watched the prince on his makeshift, cold throne overlooking the city that wasn’t under his rule. Yet he looked to struggle with something much greater, much heavier, than the weight a king could feel upon gazing over his city. Not nostalgia, not even hope, but a silent cry for help, for the void to call back to him to answer his prayers. She wanted to ask if her assumptions were correct, but the marchioness remained quiet. Instead she reached for his hand in hopes that her touch would be enough to give him some comfort, to reaffirm her presence. The flickering light surrounding the Seine were exceptionally pleasing to the eye, like a painting set into motion. One could only dream to rule over such a city, all, but the man next to her. Luzia took a deep breath, inhaling the crisp, almost biting Parisian air. “Of course,” Luzia murmured. Her thoughts immediately returned towards the various men staring at them from afar, unable to avert their gaze. She could see his importance at court, had heard his name and status from Marius himself and yet- something seemed to have gone wrong. “I can assure you I quite enjoyed being watched from afar. Actually, I’m used to being a magnet of gossip and envy,” she hoped, that her confession would be a way for them to connect. Not through achievements or triumph, but through darkness and weaknesses. He seemed in low spirits, reminded her of perfect marble she could easily cut into whatever she desired.
“I will be warm by your side,” she lied, “May I ask your highness,” she moved closer towards him and placed two fingers and her thumb alongside his cheekbone, “what troubles you?” Her other thumb gently brushed over his hand, the one that was still intertwined with hers. “I’m sure you’ve had your reasons, for whatever lies in the past will never be forgotten and needs to be remembered. Today, your highness, might just be a day to remember.” she let her thumb brush over his lower lip. The marchioness slightly pressed her lips together while she smiled “I’m sure I can be a source of comfort and understanding, if you’ll have me.”
EMIR HISHAM AL-BARRACIN.
location: cours la reine
for: @castilianrose
Spring advanced, spurred by the lullaby of bees, humming under the fresh bloom of orchard boughs. On walking, Hisham felt much at ease – bound by no pressures of a hard won seat, nor the numbed chill, of a settee.The sun had begun its decline behind rooftops, its lingering rays burnishing the marbled heads of stone kings, with quasi-crowns. He had projected his excursion to take him by the gardens, yet found himself now in league with the Seine; tracing the fresh boulevard, which was as peaceful as a field. But one other party was present – a bevy of finely dressed ladies, circling their mistress, Luzia of Castile. The Marchioness’ bright temper was unfettered by the privacy the river afforded her; blessed with divine beauty and refined wit, there was no dark influence to disturb her joy – unclouded by the dreary masculine energy of the courts, her shine was brilliant. Hisham lacked the honour of invitation, but approached her now – wishing his warmed features, the best of luck, as he presented his case.
“Your grace - I do not wish to thoughtlessly interpose my company onto your own, yet was unable to deny myself the opportunity, to renew our acquaintance. Paris sees me detained in a myriad of endeavours, and I believe you much the same – may we promenade, whilst the glimmer of daylight, still favours us? The company you keep, is most welcome to follow our lead.”
March had been triste and a constant back and forth of rain and some rays of sunshine. Nothing that could compare to Castile, at least in terms of sunshine. Seizing the moment Luzia decided to picnic near the Seine. Any small sport of grass would do the trick, really, as long as she got to watch the Seine and Paris’ busy streets at such an hour. She’d grown quite fond of watching others from afar. There was much to see and even more to uncover just by witnessing the shenanigans of others. “Let’s hurry, ladies.” They were all giggling behind her, all carrying various items needed for a picnic: a red picnic blanket, a fruit filled with fruits and cured meats, wine as well as bit of bread to soak it all up -- the last lady carried what looked like a small sunshade to shield the marchioness against the aggressive midday heat.
Luzia abruptly stopped at the sight of Hisham. She slightly widened her eye and smiled, clearly excited to see him. “Emir,” her ladies began to whisper, but the marchioness nodded at the man to stop them from gossiping. “Nothing would make me happier, Emir. We were just on our way to the Seine for a bit of fun. I’m sure we’ve packed enough for a guest, won’t you agree, ladies?” They giggled and moved once Luzia did as well. “We’ve endured such a long and hard winter, it’s time to enjoy nature, reclaim it, won’t you agree?”
LORENZO DE MEDICI, GRAND DUKE OF FLORENCE.
He laughed in return, but agreed easily. Though it was impossible, of course, for either of them to be simply friends, they could at least try. It was easier, he supposed, when faced with one whom he had known when he could, if he believed it, be merely a friend or an enemy, with their names and titles—which then many of them had had none to speak of, heir being a designation only and not an appellation—laid by the wayside. “Ah, so it is only ad interim that you shall be my friend first!” he teased, before shaking his head to cut the jest.
“Have not we all?” His own marriage had come a scant few years after the majority of their acquaintance; at this time, he could name perhaps a handful of those of his friends from youth who were not wed in—suitable manner yet. That was the way of their sort; inescapable, though one may wish to escape it. He had never found the thought particularly troubling himself, but he knew of many who did. “Though your more suitable lodgings do seem to suit you also—at least, such it appears. I hope it is true beyond appearances also.” He hummed, throwing a glance to the Parisian sky, picturing under it the dome and hills that marked the background of all things in Paris. “Ah, and not much can,” he said, grinning. “Unless Florence’s hills are your home, you shall forever be marked by an absence of the beauties it offers.” He hummed. “Have you considered visiting? Does the march enjoy art, or perhaps wine?”
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Their power seemed to have increased, both owning lands, titles, responsibilities to keep in mind, all with the daily reminder to enrich the future and sure the next generation. Grand dukes, marquesses, you name it. Still Luzia believed herself to be the same when around Lorenzo. Time had been the only enemy no one could defeat, but ignoring the great evil seemed to be the best method to win after all. Until judgement day, until the world would burn and create a new one out of its ashes. She’d only heard rumors about Florence and its increasing wealth and power. Surely the grand duke walking next to her had much more to do with it than most saw at first. A young man, tall and handsome, eager and ambitious. He possessed a kindness and talent not everyone was worthy of, some were too ignorant to see. With a smile the marchioness nodded at his words. “Granted, my marriage has raised me to new heights,” yet not the height she’d initially been looking for, “it pains me to say this, but, with God’s grace, I might not be chained for too long. My husband’s rather old, and although I wish him well, I--” the marchioness stopped speaking. Her blue eyes focused on the stones before her, everything else but Lorenzo. “My husband’s a loyal subject to his Majesty, I shouldn’t wish him ill, however he’s not been as kind and certainly not as intelligent as someone like you, Lorenzo.”
He immediately lifted her mood after mentioning, and describing, Florence. Yes, the marchioness remembered its beauty, but surely someone native knew more about the kingdom than she did, knew where one could find secret passages and hidden gems. “Both. Would you like to show me around one day? I hope nothing has changed..? From its beautiful architecture to the good music. It must’ve been wonderful. Growing up like you did, grand duke,” Luzia chuckled.
closed starter for @rafaeldeourem (Rafael de Menezes) location: palais de la cite
She enjoyed the daily walks around palaces, scheming with fellow nobles or simply enjoying the sun against her skin. Granted March didn’t offer as much sun as she was used to from Castile and yet she felt more comfortable outside, talking in privacy. Court life, as exciting and glamorous as it could be, bore various traps, such as ears and eyes taking up everything one did or said. To walk through the gardens with Rafael seemed the best choice now.
“I’m sure you will agree with me, that the French weather isn’t warm enough for us both, my lord. Surely we’ve both found someone to keep ourselves warm,” the marchioness smirked. She believed she could be open with Rafael. Two charming and alluring nobles stuck in Paris together - surely they’d speak the same language, right? “Or have you found yourself wanting for more? Never pleased with what you have? God knows I have. Frivolous, perhaps, but aren’t we all reaching for the stars, one way or another?”
closed starter for @pinyanmei (Guan Yanmei) location: château de la tournelle, Luzia’s private chamber
“You know how to seduce a man, don’t you?” Luzia asked without much hesitation. She’d just recently met the Emperor’s concubine and had seen the possibility of a blossoming friendship even before really talking to the other woman. The marchioness wondered if there were any differences, political and social, in China, if mistresses were treated differently, if there were things she could possibly...learn from the other woman. Women had to support one another, right? “You know how to keep them company? Excite and care for them?” Luzia gently brushed over the other woman’s cheek and placed two fingers underneath her chin.
"Show me,” Luzia added with a smirk, “we can help each other, you and I, as friends?” The marchioness fully intended to learn new things, to never stop learning, in fact, in every way possible. She’d just traveled throughout Europe in hopes of understanding ongoing politics (all under the disguise of following her husband throughout Europe, of course) -- yet Imperial China seemed too far away for her to reach, until now. “I’d like us to be close friends, Yanmei.”
closed starter for @santianscrids (Santiago Anscarids) location: château de la tournelle
The marchioness had danced throughout the night, fully celebrating her return to court after six years of being absent. Many of her previous friends had either been removed from court or had climbed the ladder. Nothing had remained the same in such an ever changing court. With Castile’s growing influence, Luzia wondered if more would change soon. That particular thought didn’t linger for too long, however, as the ale began to kick in and turned her mind into a more or less foggy mess. It’s been so long since she had a chance to celebrate like this, without her husband demanding of her to stand down and settle down. No, she’d rather not, at least not with him.
“Oh, your highness, nothing quite compares to Castile’s court,” she couldn’t tell if that was a fact or a pure sentimental and personal opinion. In any case she loved being here again, to see former friends and the royal family like Santiago. The marchioness spun around him, twirling around herself and laughing along with the music. She’d refined her dance moves, had become more elegant, yet the naive and playful streak remained. “If we dance all night, your highness, I’m afraid we’ll be the last ones standing. We’ve got a lot to catch up on.”
There'll be happiness after you But there was happiness because of you Both of these things can be true There is happiness Past the blood and bruise Past the curses and cries Beyond the terror in the nightfall Haunted by the look in my eyes That would've loved you for a lifetime || feat. @allfcnso