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𝑫𝑶𝑳𝑪𝑬𝑺𝑼𝑶𝑵𝑶. this is an ind. & prv. rp blog for a regency-based original character. sideblog to @remcmbrances . please read all pages before interacting. written by skye (30, EST, she/her).
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every now and then i remember hetty’s fc was in j.upiter a.scending and my day is improved a thousand fold
my muse for hetty has been temporarily diverted to my nano project, but i had to share this clip from the review of the first london production of le n.ozze di f.igaro in 1812:
“... signor fischer performs the count almaviva, and proves as clearly as in camilla, that unless he could get rid of his voice, his figure, and his rough german accent, he cannot reasonably hope to become a favorite. the soft flow of the italian language he converts into most rugged and guttural sounds, and his voice is accompanied with a strong breathing that, overwhelming the notes he would utter, produces a tone more like the bellows of an organ than that instrument itself. he however breathes in tune, and that is a praise due to no other male performer at the theatre...”
god. fucking. damn.
if you see me adding a character to my n.anowrimo project about hetty who both chronologically and geographically overlaps with the next gen p.oldark characters, no you don’t.
do i have a lot of feelings about hetty singing this? yes. am i gonna talk about them? not today fam...
no but i cannot stress how many problems this damn baby just fixed in the thing i’m writing. i was stressing and hetty was just like “oh btw i have a daughter didn’t you know??” and i was like “...oh. well obviously you do. literally everything makes sense now...”
no one: no one at all: me: hetty has an illegitimate child
all u need to know at this point is that hetty has hot friends
i’m picking fcs for npcs in hetty’s world and i just... ma’am you cutie
Sapphic af
(The Countess and Susanna in “The Marriage Of Figaro” by Mozart)
my HEART.
not to put too fine a point on it, but... she is the cutest.
@ircnwrought liked for a starter!
“ are you sure you wish to be seen speaking with me? ” a wry smile quirked on her lips when the younger woman approached. she had been hired to sing at the family’s fête, and though she was admired and applauded for her voice, she was hardly a respectable social companion for a daughter of the house... “ would your mother approve? ” she added, brow lifted slightly in amusement.
@talesspin liked for a starter!
“ i’m honored, ” she said, handing him a glass of punch. “ it is not often i can count a prince amongst my guests... ” she turned an eye towards the gathering at hand. artists, musicians. an entertaining coterie of friends she’d managed to amass over the years. they made for far better company than her usual patrons... “ well, at least they are rare in this particular company... ” she added with a knowing glance in his direction.
a smol starter call perhaps?
* 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐀 ( 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 ) 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 .
POST CONTAINS SPOILERS FOR EPISODES 1-2 .
‘ i am fascinated by last words . ’
‘ i’ve been keeping my popularity a secret all these years . ’
‘ what the fuck ? she should not have to leverage her body so you’ll be a good boyfriend . ’
‘ that kind of sexist bullshit is the reason why we have to dismantle the patriarchy . ’
‘ my adolescence would have no doubt been greatly enhanced by the anesthetizing effects of coosa liquors’ strawberry hill rosé . ’
‘ sweat builds character , boy . ’
‘ i’m gonna be okay . promise . ’
‘ after the unpacking comes the adventure , right ? ’
‘ i would shake your hand , but i think it’s best if you just hang on to that towel . ’
‘ you’ve got ten seconds to surprise me before i write you off as ordinary . ’
‘ that’s morbid . i like it . ’
‘ what are you , four feet now ? ’
‘ i literally just did say that to your face , you human frat paddle . ’
‘ you’ll have to excuse them . it’s not their fault they had everything in their goddamn life handed to them . ’
‘ you know , you might be the only person who could spend all summer in the sun and somehow end up whiter . ’
‘ is it possible to be 150% caucasian ? ’
‘ if you came here hoping to be hot shit , you best not be seen with me . ’
‘ he’s immune to fatigue . his anger is a renewable energy source . ’
‘ that is me . that is me to a fucking tee . ’
‘ and i’m in the middle of a sentence when all of a sudden , he just honks my boob . just like that . just like a much - too- firm two , three second honk . ’
‘ okay , how do i extricate this claw from my boob before it leaves permanent marks ? ’
‘ who’s this guy not laughing at my story ? ’
‘ that swan is the spawn of satan . ’
‘ if you learn anything from me today , let it be this : never , never , never rat . ’
‘ damn it , how will i ever get out of this labyrinth ? ’
‘ hard to imagine you’d ever be boring . ’
‘ you’re smart … cute , too . ’
‘ but i didn’t just say that , because i love my boyfriend . ’
‘ you’re much smarter than both of us , and much more attractive . ’
‘ but i didn’t just say that , because i love my girlfriend … who doesn’t exist . because i don’t have one . ’
‘ you’re not going to impose the patriarchal paradigm on me . ’
‘ i bought you that tie , you asshole . it was a birthday present . ’
‘ wow , that chip on your shoulder makes you look even shorter . ’
‘ i’m a bad boyfriend . you’re a bad girlfriend . we deserve each other . ’
‘ do you wanna smell it ? cause if there’s one thing i know , it’s the smell of warm piss in my new shoes ! ’
‘ gotta get a lock on the door . everyone but you can have a key . ’
‘ i have a key to your heart . that’s all that matters . ’
‘ that was so loud , it hurt my feelings . ’
‘ you’re crazier than i thought . ’
‘ that was a terrible way to wake up . how can i ensure that never happens again ? ’
‘ oh my god , you are both so stupid and so is this war . enough , okay ? ’
‘ why would you try to drown this man ? he’s a goddamn genius ! ’
‘ that’s a pretentious way of saying you want to get laid . ’
‘ life’s about disappointing those in charge of us . i learned that a long time ago . ’
‘ he’ll eat you alive and piss you out slowly , through a catheter . ’
‘ i’m with you until the end . ’
‘ seriously ? we have one nice moment and you’re using it to try to get some action ? ’
‘ you only view the world through your limited male gaze . there’s so much you’re missing . ’
‘ if you have anything black , wear it tonight . it’s sliming … and stealthy . ’
‘ i wish they would just choke on their stupid protein shakes . ’
‘ i’m just trying to keep you from getting hurt . ’
‘ i’m like a motherfucking cat . ’
‘ i don’t think i’ll be able to get their screams out of my ears . ’
‘ but never have i been so glad to have my orders ignored . that was some funny shit . ’
‘ you know what they say … never trust a man with a need to draw attention to his keys . ’
‘ we can never give up hope in the eternal struggle of the good versus the naughty . ’
‘ you may lose a battle , but mischief always wins the war . ’
‘ the only weight i’m gonna lose is you … cause you’re deadweight … and you’re dead . ’
‘ y’all smoke to enjoy it . i smoke to die . ’
i am but a small simple idiot who thinks it would be a massive waste for p.oto muses not to write with me...