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Ophelia by Arthur Hughes
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Persephone and the pomegranate Model, Makeup, Styling: @schwarzgalle Concept, Styling, Photography, Edit: @tommy-liddell
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Muse Body Language
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DEFENSIVENESS:
arms crossed on chest // crossing legs // fist-like gestures // pointing index finger // karate chops // stiffening of shoulders // tense posture // curling of lip // baring of teeth
REFLECTIVE:
hand-to-face gestures // head tilted // stroking chin // peering over glasses // taking glasses off â cleaning // putting earpiece of glasses in mouth // pipe smoker gestures // putting hand to the bridge of the nose // pursed lips // knitted brows
SUSPICION:
arms crossed // sideways glance // touching or rubbing nose // rubbing eyes // hands resting on weapon // brows raising // lips pressing into a thin line // strict, unwavering eye contact // wrinkling of nose // eyes narrowing
OPENNESS & COOPERATION:
open hands // upper body in sprinters position // sitting on the edge of a chair // hand-to-face gestures // unbuttoned coat // tilted head // slacked shoulders // droopy posture // feet pointed outward // palms flat and facing outward
CONFIDENCE:
hands behind back // hands on lapels of coat // steepled hands // baring teeth in a grin //rolling shoulders // tipping head back but maintaining eye contact // chest puffed up/shoulders back // arms folded just above navel
INSECURITY & ANXIETY:
chewing pen or pencil // rubbing thumb over opposite thumb // biting fingernails // hands in pockets // elbow bent/closed gestures // clearing throat // âwhewâ sound // picking or pinching flesh // fidgeting in chair // hand covering mouth whilst speaking // poor eye contact // tugging at pants whilst seated // jingling money in pockets // tugging at ear // perspiring hands//playing with hair // swaying // playing with pointer/marker // smacking lips // sighing //rocking on balls of feet // flexing fingers sporadically
FRUSTRATION:
short breaths // âtskâ sounds // tightly-clenched hands // fist-like gestures // pointing index finger // running hand through hair // rubbing back of neck // snarling // revealing teeth/grimacing // sharp-eyed glowers with notable tension in the brows // shoulders back, head up - defensive posturing // clenching of jaw/grinding teeth // nostrils flaring // heavy exhale
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Senses and Other Oddly Specific Headcanons
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1. What does your muse smell like? She tends to smell like a combination of vanilla, lemon, and bergamot for the fact that she really likes a particular pastry that smells strongly of those ingredients. Otherwise, she uses a jasmine perfume.
2. What do your muses hands feel like? In her maiden form, soft and dainty. In her Elder form, bony and frail. No matter her form, she absolutely can crush the bones in your hand by squeezing hard enough.
3. What does your muse usually eat in a day? It depends on what Ladislav has prepared for the meal that night, but she loves indulging in a madeleine or two after dinner - hence the scent of lemon, vanilla, and bergamot.
4. Does your muse have a good singing voice? Yes. Her voice is low and rich - definitely an alto, maybe even a tenor. She likes singing lullabies to her children when theyâre young, and if sheâs alone, she might sing them to herself.
5. Does your muse have any bad habits or nervous ticks? She tends to feed into gossip and rumors but wonât question the sources. Extremely impulsive and melodramatic - doesnât really think before speaking sometimes despite being a âwiseâ elder.
6. What does your muses usually look like/wear? Long dresses, high collars, long sleeves, bright colors - in her elder form, sheâll wear darker colors. She wears her hair down a lot in her maiden form and will keep it up in her elder form.
7. Is your muse affectionate? how much? how so? She can be touchy-feely with people she loves or wants to comfort - a hand on the arm or a reassuring hug. With her mates, sheâs usually rather cold. She will seek out attention from them, but usually itâs in the form of sex. The only one sheâs actually purposefully sought out love and affection from and returned fully in kind is Ladislav, and it took him a LOT of work to get there.
8. What position does your muse sleep in? On her stomach splayed out, draped over her lover, or else curled around him. She is not a graceful sleeper
9. Could you hear your muse in the hallway from another room? Sheâs not one for raising her voice, so if you can hear her, run.
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A pony goes to Doctor Branwell and tells him, "Doc, I think Iâm dying. I have this terrible sore throat." "Itâs okay," Ladislav assures him, "youâre just a little horse."
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Ladislav Branwell - The Dragon of Nilfgaard
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âDonât tell me youâre looking for a pastime and that as an Elder. Surely eternity is something we must fight against, but it is impossible to escape?âÂ
Ezekiel smiles and offers Ati his arm to escort her to the table around which two quite comfortable looking chairs were standing. He went behind the left one and pulled it back a little so that the eldest could sit down. Then he moved it back to the table with her. âMay I bring you a drink before we begin? It would be a shame for your throat to dry out if the rounds take longer than expected.â
She had everything you needed for a few decent drinks, but he preferred to wait for her answer and concoct a prankster in the meantime: âWhat do you say we play for a stake? We both have more than enough money, that would be boring. I honestly thought of a spicier stake. Perhaps betraying secrets? When I lose, I tell one, when you lose, you tell one. The one that wins has to decide about the topicâŠâ
Well, he was thinking of everything, now wasn't he? Alchumena cocked a brow but gave a sly little smile.
"Some wine would be wonderful. As for your wager.. I suppose I can acquiesce. It will provide me some entertainment at the very least. Eternity is quite boring if you do not put a spin to it."
She was feeling rather cocky. There were a great many secrets she had that she had no intention of spilling, but she was confident enough in her skills with this card game that she doubted she would need to tell him a thing.
Lilith (1887) by John Maler Collier (England, 1850-1934). Atkinson Art Gallery, Southport (UK). A dangerous âdemon of the nightâ.
Totally random ask, and maybe something that has been asked before, but why is Alchumena so fond of bearing children? What does it mean to her? And what are her feelings towards these many children and their descendants?
Her upbringing was awful. Like, horrendous. Her mother was a tyrant and neither her nor none of her siblings knew their fathers. On top of that, every single one of her siblings (twelve older brothers) were rejected by their mother simply for being male. Alchumena was the only one who received some semblance of affection, and thatâs because she was her motherâs little girl, but as soon as she didnât conform to her motherâs views, she was subjected to what most would likely consider torture. She was definitely brainwashed by her motherâs âteachingsâ and never had the life a child should have.Â
In a sense, her wanting children is this desire to give the love she never received growing up. Children are pure, free-spirited, innocent, immune to the harsh realities of the world around them so long as they are nurtured like they should be. Itâs a feeling that sheâs simply always had. She may be cold and cruel, but she is full of love. She loves her children, her lessers, her kind - sheâs mainly a twat to her mates because she feels like she has to put on some shitty display of dominance.Â
I guess a decent enough way of explaining it is that her having kids and raising them how she sees fit is a sort of âfuck youâ to her mom. Itâs more self-satisfaction than anything considering her mother is in the vampire homeworld, but it still fills her with joy because one, she made them, and two, she proved to herself that she isnât her mother (even though her treatment of her mates sorta says otherwise). As for her feelings toward her children (none of them have any descendants yet) - she loves and adores every one of them regardless of their gender. Granted, save for her firstborn, Lizzy may very well be her âfavoriteâ simply for the fact that sheâs her only daughter. Sheâll have a family reunion probably every two hundred years or so just so she can catch up with her children. She lets them live their lives as they please though. At times she might write them a letter, but usually, she prefers to simply wait with joyous anticipation for the reunions.
Ladislavâs eyes widened a fraction, aghast. Whenever she descended into her fits of melancholy she occasionally saw fit to fall on her sword before him. And though he knew full well she had a flair for dramatics, her self piteous assumptions still stung and alarmed him. The stoic and terrifying elder facade was thin in places like a worn veneer, and when he managed to scratch the surface he often drew blood without meaning to. Then again, he reasoned; it was difficult to develop a thick skin after spending so long having your every whim bowed to, never having a word said against you. Even more difficult perhaps, when that facade had developed in response to having listened to vitriol against oneself for too long. He knew that feeling well.
âMena.â It was difficult to keep the exasperation from his voice - but he balanced it with a reassuring touch, lifting her hand to press a kiss to her knuckles. âI do not think you soulless. At times you perhaps have soul and spirit in excess - but you seek to divert it. You seek to have others think that of you.â
The sight of her glistening eyes made his heart clench and his gut sink, though it did not show in his stoic face. Damn it all; even when he tried to do good, he made things worse. He had sought to uplift her and stir her spirit to action against her ghosts, not tear her down and yet here she was, crumpling. He did not have the way with words and feelings he wished he had in these situations. A calloused hand reached out to hold her cheek, his shoulders hunched as he leaned in towards her.
âYou are no burden to me.â He reassured her firmly, assured that his long reputation for directness and disdain for glib speeches provided him with credibility. âAnd I do not think poorly of you. Do you think I would bother to speak to someone like this if I thought ill of them? Iâd sooner not speak to them at all.â He paused as she relinquished her light hold on him and for a moment he anticipated either her exit or ire directed towards him; but when she moved only to wrap her arms around him he allowed it freely, curling his arms around her and pressing his head against her hair so he might deeply inhale the scent of it.
âThere is only one person who must be assured of your worth.â He reminded her quietly, pressing a light kiss against her fiery curls. âAnd that is yourself. To hell with phantoms. Damn whatever you perceive your âsubjectsâ expect of you. Seize what you desire, my love.â
His hands moved firmly across her back, pressing her into himself and coaxing a deep purr from his chest that hummed against her. His heart sang as she not only welcomed but sought him out and he rewarded her with the softness that still seemed so alien to her.
The more he spoke and purred, the more he truly reassured her. It was difficult to think when she was rife with emotions she never allowed herself to express, and for what? The opinion of someone who was an entire world away? He was right, she knew he was right, but she continued to react impulsively instead of actually trying to listen. It was getting through to her now, but only after so much effort on Ladislavâs part. She took another deep breath and closed her eyes to further compose herself before stepping back to look up at him.
âYou are right.â It felt better to say it this time, and a faint smile finally tugged at the corners of her lips. âI cannot express with words how badly I needed to hear that. My insecurities get the best of me at times, and I have.. a lot of them. I do not think they will simply go away after a stern talking-to, but you somehow still manage to give me what I need - even when I myself do not realize I need it.â
She reached up, cupped his jaw, and this time coaxed him down into a light kiss before she once more wrapped her arms around him - this time over his shoulders - now that he was better within reach.
âYou know I desire you, yes? Your love, your affection, your attention - everything you have to offer. I desire everything you are, and yet, I cannot seem express this well enough to refrain from hurting you.â She pressed her forehead to his and finally returned his purrs. âThank you. For your patience and love above all other things. I.. feel much better.â
His kindness did feel alien at times, but that didnât make them feel any less wonderful. It was in poor taste that she often spoke without first thinking, and truthfully, her overemotional impulsiveness tended to be her undoing more that anything else. This conversation would hopefully remind her to stop giving in to those tumultuous thoughts and simply let herself be instead of breaking herself down.