Peter Solarz
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Sweet Seals For You, Always
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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One Nice Bug Per Day
taylor price
JBB: An Artblog!
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almost home
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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
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Cosimo Galluzzi
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@infantacarlota
Send “✆” for a MORNING text. Send “✉” for a text that WASN’T SENT. Send “☎” for a RUSHED text. Send “⁇” for a DRUNK text. Send “✿” for a SUGGESTIVE text. Send “ø” for a LATE NIGHT text. Send “✘” for a HATEFUL text. Send “#” for a RANDOM text. Send “@” for a SCARED text. Send “&” for a LOVING text. Send “%” for a CURIOUS text. Send “ツ” for an EXCITED text. Send “$” for an ACCIDENTAL text. Send “♀” for a HEARTBREAKING text.
idk who is still around but i’m very much still writing carlota so if you’d like to keep writing & stay in touch feel free to add me on discord elle#7420!!
THE ROYAL WEDDING OF THE PRINCE OF NORWAY AND THE PRINCESS OF PORTUGAL
[wedding thread: klcriszaz ]
Klarisza had always known what was expected of everyone attending the summit, but had so far been pushing those thoughts as far back in her mind as she could, instead just viewing it as a random, large gathering of the majority of the young royals. However when the invitation was handed to her, it just made everything far more real.
As her cousin was the bride, despite having drifted apart when they were a little younger, her parents had arranged for her to help Carlota prepare for her big day seeing as neither of their siblings had arrived yet. They said it was to rebuild the bridge between the two families, but Klarisza had a feeling that it was partly to remind her why she was there and what she would be expected to go through when her turn came. So here she was outside Carlota’s door awkwardly waiting for the other to open the door.
“Hey.” She said lamely once the younger woman was in front of her. “So… Ready to get all brided up?”
+[ @infantacarlota ]+
“Hi.” The infanta breathed out as soon as her gaze landed on her cousin, a smile spreading across her lips. Letting go of the door, Carlota narrowed the space between them and embraced the other woman in a warm slighty-too-tight hug. Was she being weird? Oh, she didn’t care - not right now. Sure they hadn’t exactly spoken a lot in the past handful of year, Klarisza was not just a familiar face ( something which was bringing her a lot of comfort at the moment ), she was family, and Carlota could use a hug from family right about now ----- or she could use hugging a family member. Either worked. “I don’t know.” Pulling away, she stepped aside, silently welcoming Klarisza into her chamber. “I guess so? I don’t really have much of a choice.” Her tone was honest, a nervous grin gracing her lips. “A part of me really wishes someone else was going first and the other--- ” Carlota paused, holding onto her smile even as it faltered slightly as she realized she wasn’t entirely sure of what she wanted to say. She wasn’t exactly one to fret over these things ( when it came to things she was going to have to do, either way, going first or last at something never mattered much to her ). This was taking her a little by surprise; she expected to be either excited or privately depressed about her wedding but instead, she was feeling neither. Just anxious, in a good way or bad way, she wasn’t sure. Carlota laced her fingers together in front of her, suddenly feeling awkward. “Right. Sorry, please, make yourself comfortable, there’s tea and orange juice and champagne....” She gestured to a small round table by one of the windows, her tone enthusiastic. “... and food too, they brought in breakfast ---- would you like to see the dress?”
yesterday i somehow ended up at a bar with my professors and i didn’t pay for a single drink so that’s the vibe my life has been having lately and the reason why i’ve been so M.I.A and it’s taking me ages to reply to things.
if you would like to plot though, give this post a like and i’ll hit you up with ideas!!
3, 15, 21, 37, 45
3) What is/was your character’s relationship with their father like?
genuinely great for a while. the family only has two girls and she was the first being born, her father ( and, to be honest, pretty much every other family members ) certainly had a soft spot for her, and she enjoyed his company a lot. and then after the death of carlota’s mother - but particularly as carlota approached teenage-hood - their relationship deteriorated.
her father worried about carlota a lot and he made several decisions which he thought would be helpful to her, he thought he was doing the right thing, but those decisions only made them drift apart. and they stunned carlota to such a degree that to this day she still thinks she did something wrong that prompted her father to “push her away” aka sending her to boarding school.
( it seems to be a common theme in her life, people trying to protect her from things without even allowing her to save a say and using ‘i thought it was for the best’ as an excuse - they do it out of love and worry, but don’t realise that it’s often hurting her and also making her appear far weaker than she actually is. )
she still loves and misses her father though. always.
15) Is your character preoccupied with money or material possession? Why or why not?
regarding material possessions, if they have emotional value to her, yes, if not.. not really. she likes things and having things and purchasing things etc etc, but she’s not too materialistic ( she kind of pretended to be though, when she was at boarding school, but those were very different times and carlota wasn’t quite herself ).
also, since her brother’s accident she has been… a little too paranoid about people touching his things or moving his things around.
21) If something tragic or negative happens to your character, do they believe they may have caused or deserved it, or are they quick to blame others?
97% of the time she’ll think it’s her fault / that she deserved it - especially these days. the past three years in particular have been a mess and she’s swimming in a sea of guilt and ‘’i must have done something to deserve that’’ ( special thankx to former best friend @ofcosima and ex boyfriend @dantesal ) so yea, there’s that!!!! fun times!!!!!!!!
37 ) Is your character more concerned with defending their honor, or protecting their status?
tbh i truly don’t know how to answer this one. probably defending her honor? that’s my knee-jerk response. i’m torn… and i think she would be as well. defending her status is important to her because it’s important to her family… but … yeah.. i don’t know. when i do, i’ll edit this.
45) What does your character believe will happen to them after they die? Does this belief scare them?
answered here
1 , 5 , 8 , 11 & 45 !
1) Does your character have siblings or family members in their age group? Which one are they closest with?
i’ve already rambled about the de coimbra family here, so i’ll keep this short bc i don’t want to annoy/bore you all lmao
most of her siblings are more less around her age. carlota’s relationship with them has always been good but it’s taken a toll since the accident of their eldest sibling, pedro, whom carlota was closest with. her relationship with her second oldest brother has particularly rapidly deteriorated in the past handful of months.
carlota also has a cousin around her age, @klcriszaz, although the throw aren’t as close as they used to be for no reason in particular other than life happens - she would very much love to reconnect with her though.
5) On an average day, what can be found in your character’s pockets?
honestly usually just her phone (she’s borderline obsessed about having it with her 24/7 these days in case there’s any news about her brother). at times a compact flashlight too, the ones you find in key-chains. olivia, carlota’s dog, has been suffering from ear infections since she was just a puppy. they have significantly deteriorated her hearing and she’s practically deaf. olivia has been trained to answer to specific gestures and to the flashlight, which she generally uses to get olivia’s attention.
8) Has your character ever fired a gun? If so, what was their first target?
she was taught how to fire a gun at a relatively young age - hunting is something several members of her family and court do in particular times of the year, there’s a couple traditions around it even. it was only a matter of time before she was taught how to fire one, especially given her curious nature. her father helped her aim at a random tree branch.
she doesn’t enjoy shooting - she prefers fencing.
11) In what situation was your character the most afraid they’ve ever been?
hands down when she watched pedro tumble down the stairs and not get up, and every day since then it has only gotten worse but she’s fine everything’s fine she’s fine it’s fine.
45) What does your character believe will happen to them after they die? Does this belief scare them?
i’ve actually thought about this a lot so… yikes!
carlota has definitely been raised catholic, and after her mother died her very catholic maternal grandparents helped raise carlota and her siblings ( her father was as present as he could be, but it was hard, anyway ) and they certainly left their impact. still, i don’t think carlota ever spent a lot of time thinking about death and what happens after one dies. some people think about these matters a lot, the big questions with impossible answers, and she has simply never been one of those people. she muses about it occasionally ( and privately believes no religion is completely right or wrong and that a lot is open to interpretation ) but not often. it’s not part of her personality, and having lost her mother so early on sort of encouraged her not to dwell on death too much because it’s an inevitable fact of life, it’s a fixed point, nothing we can do about it - nothing other than enjoying life. she has, however, always hoped ( even more so recently ) that there is a kind of afterlife, or that one can at least have a chance to speak or reunite with certain people again, however briefly.
this isn’t something that transpires in her demeanor or personality and you will never hear her talk about these things, but to get very real very quickly:
death has robbed her of a chance of getting to know her mother, and of learning the reasoning behind some of her father’s actions. carlota barely remembers her mother, practically everything she knows about her came from the mouth of other people ( she would like to get to know her herself ), and her father died suddenly and left her with a void of unanswered questions and misunderstandings ( she just wants to have a conversation with him, a proper one, like they used to have before he sent her off to boarding school thinking he was doing what was best for her when it was a decision that confused her and made her feel incredibly isolated ). she really, really wants to believe she will have a chance to speak with her parents again.
( and she also wants to believe her parents had a chance to see each other again - they did everything right, their time was unfairly and unjustly cut short. )
she remembers both of them fondly, but the truth is no matter how much she’s all about the concept of being at peace with death and enjoying life, it hurts to think of her parents.
when it comes down to it, deep down (and, again, particularly as of recently) the catholic guilt she doesn’t even know she has is just too strong about too many things for her not to at least want to believe in SOMETHING after death ( hell, sometimes, when she does think about it, when she considers not believing in anything that catholic guilt kicks right in ) and it culminates in her brother’s accident. she’s responsible for putting him in a coma, and he’s likely never going to wake up. if he dies she’ll desperately need to believe that she’ll have a chance to speak to him again and have her penitence - and also ( just like with her parents ) she wants to believe that he’ll be in a peaceful place.
anyway. the prospect that death is just this eternal nothing is kind of terrifying to her ( she’s not thought of it too much though - life is to be lived, not to be spent thinking about death ), but even more terrifying than that is the thought of never seeing her loved ones again.
also, again, she’s not particularly religious even though she has that stereotypical catholic guilt, she’s very respectful of the dead. i shared a hc with mara ( @espenjarle ) a while back about her asking about where espen’s ex-wife is buried so she could bring her flowers ( she’s walking into another person’s home and she’ll be in touch with their child - she would like to be as respectful of leah as possible ).
@infantacarlota @adalmas
Character Development Questions: Hard Mode
Does your character have siblings or family members in their age group? Which one are they closest with?
What is/was your character’s relationship with their mother like?
What is/was your character’s relationship with their father like?
Has your character ever witnessed something that fundamentally changed them? If so, does anyone else know?
On an average day, what can be found in your character’s pockets?
Does your character have recurring themes in their dreams?
Does your character have recurring themes in their nightmares?
Has your character ever fired a gun? If so, what was their first target?
Is your character’s current socioeconomic status different than it was when they were growing up?
Does your character feel more comfortable with more clothing, or with less clothing?
In what situation was your character the most afraid they’ve ever been?
In what situation was your character the most calm they’ve ever been?
Is your character bothered by the sight of blood? If so, in what way?
Does your character remember names or faces easier?
Is your character preoccupied with money or material possession? Why or why not?
Which does your character idealize most: happiness or success?
What was your character’s favorite toy as a child?
Is your character more likely to admire wisdom, or ambition in others?
What is your character’s biggest relationship flaw? Has this flaw destroyed relationships for them before?
In what ways does your character compare themselves to others? Do they do this for the sake of self-validation, or self-criticism?
If something tragic or negative happens to your character, do they believe they may have caused or deserved it, or are they quick to blame others?
What does your character like in other people?
What does your character dislike in other people?
How quick is your character to trust someone else?
How quick is your character to suspect someone else? Does this change if they are close with that person?
How does your character behave around children?
How does your character normally deal with confrontation?
How quick or slow is your character to resort to physical violence in a confrontation?
What did your character dream of being or doing as a child? Did that dream come true?
What does your character find repulsive or disgusting?
Describe a scenario in which your character feels most comfortable.
Describe a scenario in which your character feels most uncomfortable.
In the face of criticism, is your character defensive, self-deprecating, or willing to improve?
Is your character more likely to keep trying a solution/method that didn’t work the first time, or immediately move on to a different solution/method?
How does your character behave around people they like?
How does your character behave around people they dislike?
Is your character more concerned with defending their honor, or protecting their status?
Is your character more likely to remove a problem/threat, or remove themselves from a problem/threat?
Has your character ever been bitten by an animal? How were they affected (or unaffected)?
How does your character treat people in service jobs?
Does your character feel that they deserve to have what they want, whether it be material or abstract, or do they feel they must earn it first?
Has your character ever had a parental figure who was not related to them?
Has your character ever had a dependent figure who was not related to them?
How easy or difficult is it for your character to say “I love you?” Can they say it without meaning it?
What does your character believe will happen to them after they die? Does this belief scare them?
@infantacarlota
rhiannonpowys:
The Welsh princess couldn’t help but let out a laugh at the awkward exchange. Awkward situations like these were the story of her life. “It’s completely fine, don’t worry about it,” Rhiannon said in response to the apology. “I forgot that’s customary in Portugal, so it’s partially my fault as well.” Rhiannon had only met Carlota a handful of times, so it was nice to have the opportunity to get to know her a bit better.
She remembered Rhiannon. Above all, she remembered the woman’s good disposition, and she was glad that that didn’t seem to have changed. Carlota let out a laugh as well, immediately feeling less awkward and more at ease. "We are clearly very good at being royals.” She quipped. “Have you come alone? Or have you by any chance bring two four-pawed friends with you?” She was almost certain that Rhiannon had two dogs... well, the words had been spoken, it was too late to dwell on whether or not she was going to embarrass herself again.
what a plot twist you were.
cosima & carlota
ofdecoimbras:
“Mock us? I don’t know about you but I look good.” She wasn’t vain but she certainly felt like she was stuck with the better dress, she could probably still get herself up if she fell, but she didn’t want to take that risk. Maggie stuck her head out of the doorway to peer down the hall and see if anyone was coming. “ I am not leaving you here,” she hissed. “Give me your legs.” She tried her damnedest to get a good grip on her sister and drag the girl into her room. Maggie couldn’t help but let out a laugh as she looked at her sister on the floor and caught a look of herself in the mirror. “We look like idiots.”
“Oh my God we all know the brains and the looks and the luck went all to you, don’t need to be cocky about it.” She was only teasing, although a portion of her did believe the first part to be the truth - but that had nothing to do with Maggie. There were many reasons why Carlota was thankful to have her siblings ( almost all of her siblings ) around, but Maggie in particular. No matter how off she felt when around her sister there was a force within her that drove her to behave in a slightly dramatic slightly annoying but always humorous and lighthearted manner. Rolling her eyes at Maggie and having her hiss back at her, almost scoldingly, made her feel like everything was normal. “No it’s fine, I appreciate the loyalty but it’s not that uncomfortable.” Carlota wriggled, tugging at the dress a little, her expression not matching her words. “If the bodice keeps squeezing my ribs I’ll be out in no time anyway.” She did as her sister told her though, not really expecting her to follow through. As Maggie pulled her and she slid through the floor, she coughed. “It’s getting in my face.” She said, attempting to swat the ruffles away from her face. “I’m eating fabric.” It caught her by surprise to hear the pleasant sound of Maggie’s laugh, and she laughed freely as well even before she glanced at the mirror. “I know idiot, and we definitely don’t look like idiots.” They absolutely and undoubtedly did. “We look more like.. a pair of glamorous ingenious problem solvers...in heels no less. And when did you get so strong?” She wasn’t exactly fat, but it was wearing a heavy dress, above that she was just teasing her sister again, although there was a hint of genuine surprise in her tone. “Have you been working out?” Carlota waited for her sister to drop her legs then stretched out her arms towards her, motioning for her to grab her hands and help her get on her feet.
hrhrikkeholstein:
“No, no, it’s alright,” Rikke was quick to reassure, “I managed to catch on just in time and my head was spared. If anything, I think your hair just caught my bangs.” Though the Danish Princess hadn’t been expecting the movement, her reflexes kicked in just in time to avoid any actual damage. “If I’m being honest with you, I don’t normally indulge in the one kiss so the whole going in for seconds definitely threw me for a bit,” she admitted, though she had also been distracted.
“Oh.” She mustered up an easy smile with no time to feel real hesitation, speaking casually ( even if just a little too rapidly ) without much thought. “Well then. I feel special that I got one and.. uh.. half a headbutt.” Upon hearing the other’s admission, Carlota consciously took a small step back, still feeling a little bad that she had absentmindedly invaded her space. “We always do two kisses, I keep forgetting that’s unusual to a lot. I was a little distracted I admit.” She confessed. It seemed like the more self-aware and properly respectful she attempted to be the more of a rubbish job she did at it. “Let's hope none of those recorded the moment for posterity.” She made an effort not to glance at any of the journalists as she spoke. Buckingham had to keep all of the royals entertained somehow, and this fine afternoon they had invited ---- ah damn it, she forgot the man’s name, but someone had invited an English writer to meet with and amuse some of the royals, and naturally, a select number of members of the press was present. Carlota was generally better at these things, but she was starting to believe that if she had to listen to the man reciting another one of his poems she would black out.
i started a new job and uni has been a headache and overall my life has been a #mess, but i’m very much still around and hopefully will get to message people about plots & do all my replies today ty for being so patient ❤
ofdecoimbras:
She had spent the past 20 minutes examining herself in her mirror trying the muster the ability to leave her chambers. She did not hate the dress, it wasn’t ugly or anything, just….regal, and not the modern type. It was more of a medieval widow queen sort of dress and it oddly fit her. But what would the press think about it? She sighed and removed the pin from her hair, allowing her tight bun to flow into her normal waves. She was not a spinster, she still had a lot of life to her. The princess opened her door and shrieked in shock as her sister fell away from the doorway. “What are you doing? Get up!” Madga would be lying if she said she didn’t find this situation amusing but she had to be on her way to the photoshoot. Magda tried to bend down to help her sister up but her own bodice was getting in the way of that task. “Do you think you can roll in here and use the bed to get you up?”
The voice was all too familiar, and Carlota knew who she was speaking to even before she had been able to get a proper look at the person. “I would if I could.” The princess protested, but her tone carried no annoyance - she switched to portuguese. “It’s a really heavy dress Mags.” As she watched her sister bend down, Carlota stretched out her hands. It wasn’t until then that she noticed Magdalena’s dress looked just as restricting as hers. “Do you think they’ve put us in these dresses to mock us?” Maybe so, but likely not - fashion was just a pain at times. “Oh just leave me here, someone will find me eventually.” She huffed in defeat, only half-joking.
