little italy

francesca de medici, loved by ariel.

[italianmess]

emperorbrn‌:

“  i  have  to  say  ,  ”  li  jun  calls  out  suddenly  ,  breaking  the  silence  of  the  outdoor  area  as  he  lets  an  arrow  fly  from  his  bow  .  it’s  quick  and  precise  ,  calculated  .  he  isn’t  surprised  when  he  hits  the  mark  ,  deadly  ;  for  a  second  ,  he  remembers  his  training  area  back  home  in  china  .  it’s  different  here  as  one  would  expect  ,  yet  having  someone  lingering  —  watching  his  movement  —  is  unnerving  similar  .  “  while  i  appreciate  you  not  interrupting  me  ,  at  the  very  least  ,  are  you  going  to  stand  there  gawking  the  whole  time  ?  or  will  you  find  your  tongue  to  speak  ?  ”  dark  hues  never  leave  his  remaining  arrows  ,  but  it’s  obvious  he’s  talking  to  his  uninvited  company  .

franki rolled her eyes at the man before her. her bow and arrows resting on her back. “i was waiting for you to finish that shot before taking my spot,” franki said, going to stand a few feet away from him as she got her bow out. it had been a moment since she had been able to practice and it was solely missed. 

[italianmess]

@hrhmcguel // franki never got butterflies when seeing miguel. he was probably her oldest friend. and the two, knowing they’d be put into arranged marriages, tried to see if there had been something more between them. but no, he was truly just her best guy friend and she couldn’t see him more than that. or well, he was her best friend and now the father of her first born. she had yet to tell him.

she was only eight or so weeks along. it was all terrifying, and seemed natural all at the same time. it was crazy how her body just seemed to know what to do. but she could do without the morning sickness. she looked up from her water seeing a shadow coming over the table. she looked up and grinned seeing him. she hopped up and wrapped her arms around him. “miguel!” she greeted.

[italianmess]

@hrhmcguel

[italianmess]

blairmachq‌:

Blair shook her head as she looked into her cup, admiring the golden brown liquid inside of it. “Cognac,” she corrected, “Courvoisier Extra,” specifying the brand, “I started pretty basic. I would hate to spoil the good stuff by drinking it all upon arrival…” She held it out towards her, “Promise it’ll make you giggle faster than wine.”

franki gave a thought look but nodded as the girl spoke. it was something she had never heard of before. “i think we have some time to drink more of it.” she offered, knowing this problem wouldn’t be solved tomorrow. “lots of times for giggles.”

[italianmess]

miguel: -- well i doubt it at least

franki: hm, maybe. it would be a good twist is it was true.

[italianmess]

miguel: did he what

franki: i did not stutter !

[italianmess]

franki: was george washington named after the king he rose up against?

[plotbunnie]

Nonverbal RP Starters

[bakerclara]

plotbunnie‌:

I’m finding it difficult to find memes for nonverbal characters ( be they mute, or just not fond of talking ) so I thought I’d make a few!

Neutral

☝️ Tap my muse on the shoulder

👉 Point to something for my muse to see

🤙 Bump into my muse

😊 Sit down next to my muse

🤨 Sit down across from my muse

📓 Push/Slide [an object] across a table to my muse

✍️ Pass my muse a note

🙄 Roll their eyes at my muse

🚪 Tap on a table/door/wall/chair to get my muse’s attention without speaking

Aggressive

🐺 Growl at my muse

😬 Snarl/show teeth at my muse

😠 Death Glare at my muse

🙌 Push/Shove my muse

👊 Punch my muse

👖 Kick my muse in the shin

👠 Stomp on my muse’s foot

😵 Knee my muse in the gut

💀 Knee my muse in the groin

🔪 Point a weapon at my muse

🖕 Flip my muse the bird/a similar gesture

👔 Roughly pull my muse down by the collar

💢 Bang on a door/wall/table to get my muse’s attention- angrily

Angst

👩‍⚕️ Put pressure on my muse’s wound

🌡 Push my muse down to give them medical attention

🥣 Bring my muse soup/medicine when they are sick

🤢 Hold my muse’s hair back/Rub my muse’s back while they are sick/throwing up

👐 Hold my muse when they are badly wounded/dying

👁 Wake my muse up during a nightmare

🐱 Hold my muse after a nightmare

😭 Hold my muse when they are crying

😢Touch my muse’s shoulder while they are crying in secret

💧 Wipe away my muse’s tears

💥 Try to calm my muse during an overwhelming emotional moment

⛈ Find my muse after some kind of trauma

Soft

👕 Tug on my muse’s sleeve/shirt/skirt

🐈 Lean against my muse’s side

🤝 Hold my muse’s hand

🤗 Pull my muse into a hug

🐕 Rest their head on my muse’s shoulder/knee

🐶 Nuzzle my muse with their nose [specify a location]

✋ Touch the back of my muse’s hand

🤝 Reach for my muse’s hand to hold it

👗 Fix/Straighten my muse’s clothes

😴 Stand by the bed to see if my muse will let you under the covers with them

🛌 Crawl under the covers with my muse

🥪 Set a plate/tray/bowl of food down for my muse

😚 Kiss my muse on the cheek

Playful

🌸 Put a flower in my muse’s hair

✨ Playfully shove my muse’s shoulder

💃 Pull my muse onto a dance floor/up to dance

🤞 Come up beside them and tap the shoulder opposite where they’re standing

😈 Jump out of the shadows to scare/startle my muse

😛 Stick their tongue out at my muse

😱 Make a silly face at my muse

🤭 Tickle my muse

👃 Poke my muse’s nose

💪 Pick my muse up

Sensual/Sexual

💘 Pull my muse in for a rough kiss

💕 Pull my muse in for a tender kiss

💞 Pull my muse in for a messy/desperate kiss

💖 Lean in to give my muse a sweet/chaste kiss

❤️ Lean in to give my muse a tender kiss

🔥 Pull my muse down by the collar/by their clothes - in a sexy way

😉 Pull my muse in by the hips

😲 Smack my muse’s butt

💋 Kiss my muse’s neck

👌 Push my muse down and give them a massage

👙 Pull [an article of clothing] off my muse

👀 Push my muse down on the bed

👄 Pull my muse onto the bed

[italianmess]

blairmachq‌:

“Give me one second,” Blair said plainly, holding out her finger before she downed the rest of what was in her glass, “Okay, I’m ready. Let’s go.”

franki went to lean against the frame of the door watching as the other got ready. “are you enjoying the french wine?” she asked, wishing she could have a sip as well to see if it was everything the rest of the world said it was. she moved off the frame, smiling to the girl.

[italianmess]

yijoeun‌:

        heavy sign leaves joeun’s chest and she’s up from the bed. ‘ you think they go shopping at three in the morning? ’ she questions the italian. ‘ if you tell me you read it online i’m going back to bed. ’

franki’s jaw dropped. “after everything we have been through!?” she exclaimed, trying to be as dramatic as possible. “pppplleeeeaaassseee, we need to find midnight cookies or something. or maybe gucci, whatever comes first.”

[italianmess]

klcriszaz‌:

         “Um yes.” Klari nodded, laughing as if her answer should have been obvious. “I’ve always wanted to see the catacombs, you have a guide though right? I’ve heard too many stories of people getting lost in them and I’d rather not add to those stories.”

franki was glad to see some people had adventurous bones in their body. most people she met looked at her like she had three heads. “i do, i printed a few out, in case some got wet,” she promised bringing out the printings of the many tunnels down there. “but i have to say, it would be a little fun to get lost.”

[italianmess]

@crowncds // the party was in full swing when franki came in, was she often late? yes. but this time she had an excuse, morning sickness was not just a morning thing. it was at any time or space kinda thing. she had still yet to tell the baby’s father and maybe that had some things to do with being extra queasy. she took a glass, and fully planned on pretending to drink it not to cause too many heads to turn. “how are you enjoying the party, lottie?” she asked coming up to the queen of england. only a few years older than herself, she looked up to the girl in a way.

[italianmess]

tweet from @ frankidemedici: i just saw a tik tok of a dog jumping at its reflection, what a mood.

[aftresources]

𝐪𝐮𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭  \  sentence starter pack,  i.  feel free to change wording  \  pronouns as you see fit. 

i see beautiful things around you. 

the blood is flowing. 

what have i become? 

i fucked up. 

it’s all in your head. 

i’m just a walking failure. 

i hope you’ll suffer. 

i used to be nice. 

some times i think, some times i don’t. 

my mind is a mess. 

don’t let me be gone. 

power is power. 

i wasn’t born to be soft and quiet. 

i was born to make the world shatter and shake at my finger tips. 

you are the blood under my nails. 

the fire i began is eating me alive. 

i could keep you safe. 

they’re all afraid of me. 

turn that pain into power. 

all that’s left is a ghost of you. 

so much pain for someone so young. 

i had a son. 

i want to hurt them as much as they hurt me. 

here comes trouble. 

felling sad? join a cult. 

don’t bleed on my floor.

fight it, or accept it. 

fear it, or control it. 

hungry dogs are never loyal. 

i am everything you can’t control. 

the chains are broken, but are you truly free? 

i may be heartless, but you’re naive. 

who the fuck do you think you are? 

i am not who i was. 

they’re dead because of you. 

i am the monster you created.

still, i don’t feel in control some times. 

tell me what it’s like to burn. 

something isn’t right with me. 

you save everyone, but who saves you? 

we’ll never be those kids again. 

and here you are, living, despite it all. 

i’d rather be spitting blood. 

you don’t have to listen. 

you were dead, yet here you are. 

i love you just a little too much. 

they wanna see you do good. 

the devil ain’t got not sympathy for me. 

i am mine. before i am anyone else’s. 

i wanted to be the knife. 

[italianmess]

omillers‌:

“Oh.” Ollie grimaced at the mental image.”Why is that something you’d want to visit? That sounds terrifying. And like… gross.” He was starting to wish he hadn’t asked, a comb for cats sounded much nicer. 

franki laughed at the man’s reaction. “what is your idea of a good time then?” she asked him. she had been going more for the history of the tombs but it wasn’t for everyone.

[italianmess]

❝ @yijoeun: we’re going to go shopping at three in the morning?❞

“when in paris, do as the romans do,” franki laughed, trying to push the other out of the bed.

[italianmess]

omillers‌:

“What’s a catacomb?” Ollie gave the girl a puzzled look, picturing a brush to groom a cat, but he had a feeling that wasn’t what she was referring to. After all, they had those at any pet shop, why would someone need to go to Paris to see them? Unless Paris had some that were extra cool, or something. Or maybe like, an unusually large one, like the time he’d gone on that trip to with his family as a kid, to that oversized ball of yarn. 

franki laughed with the man, she was sure everyone had some clue to what that would refer to in paris but hey. to each their own. “beneath your feet are a lot of dead people,” she started off. “the catacombs.”