Monterey Bay Aquarium
Not today Justin
roma★
DEAR READER
Jules of Nature
todays bird
No title available
Show & Tell
No title available
cherry valley forever
if i look back, i am lost
we're not kids anymore.
Game of Thrones Daily
$LAYYYTER
ellievsbear
Discoholic 🪩
No title available
h
Kiana Khansmith
Sade Olutola
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Türkiye
seen from United Arab Emirates
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United Kingdom
seen from India
seen from Türkiye
seen from Bangladesh
seen from Malaysia
seen from China
seen from United States
seen from Luxembourg
seen from Canada
seen from Türkiye
seen from United States
seen from Belarus
seen from United States
seen from T1
@mariusdanjou
fmk: Iskender Apollonia Dilşah
THREE CHOICES || OPEN
F Dilşah, he could never ignore those mommy milkers.
M Apollonia, with her support he could take France and that would be the dream. Also, his emotions have been all over the place since the death of sweet Henrietta.
K Sadly, Iskender. Only really because of the other two - perhaps he’d kill Iskender to get Dilşah ?? Who knows !!
🔪 the french
THREE CHOICES || OPEN
🔪 - protect, attack, fight side-by-side with.
PROTECT cecile ( @ofasturias ) , king phi phi (i know what ur thinking, but he does love him in his own way, he just doesnt think hes a good king lmao love u phi x), dowager queen of sweden/sister, antoinette ( @drippedink ) duke of lorraine,
ATTACK duke d’etampes, queen mother blanche ( @blanchedanjou ) leon (@leondanjou)
FIGHT SIDE-BY-SIDE WITH alexandrina ( @queenalexandrina ), marguerite (???? unsure, he doesnt know her and he doesnt care, @margueritedepolignac), lucrezia (as her mun i can confirm that she can fight for herself and does not need protecting)
rpaskmemesx:
◜ random drabble prompts ◇ ask memes ◞
send any of the following symbols to get a drabble. add { ↺ } to reverse the action.
{ ❥ } —- my muse is caught flirting with someone else.
{ ◎ } —- our muses get lost.
{ ☀ } —- my muse gets a bad sunburn.
{ ★ } —- your muse takes mine stargazing.
{ ▼ } —- your muse is injured. my muse is there to help.
{ ✖ } —- your muse is dying. my muse is about to find that out.
{ ♚ } —- my muse proposes to your muse.
{ ☁ } —- our muses are caught in a rainstorm.
{ ☾ } —- your muse breaks up with mine.
{ ☂ } —- our muses wake up with no memories after a night of heavy drinking.
{ ➸ } —- my muse is panicking, and your muse must calm them down.
{ ♜ } —- my muse hits yours. decide if it is accidental or not.
{ ✿ } —- my muse kisses yours out of the blue.
{ ◓ } —- my muse kills yours. decide if it is accidental or not.
{ ⌘ } —- my muse strips for yours. decide if it is sexual or not.
MARIUS. FERDINAND. MIHRIMAH. LUCREZIA. EUDOXIA. JOANNA.
katrinkc:
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!
MARIUS. FERDINAND. MIHRIMAH. LUCREZIA. EUDOXIA. JOANNA.
rpmemedumpster:
Send in "what if" meta questions!
What if ____ never happened? What if ____ did happen? What if they never met ____? What if they were ____? ect!!
MARIUS. FERDINAND. MIHRIMAH. LUCREZIA. EUDOXIA. JOANNA.
castilianrose:
closed starter for @mariusdanjou (Marius D’Anjou) location: Hotel Saint-Pol, balcony
Luzia remained hidden for the remainder of the day. It didn’t seem wise to dance or talk to others after getting so close to the prince. While this wasn’t what she’d been after today, Luzia didn’t mind the sudden attention, especially considering her own husband had been sick for some time. Her old, annoying husband with money and a respectable reputation. Luzia didn’t care for him at all. A marriage out of necessity, like most others - the marchioness thanked God for her husband’s continued illness, leaving her in charge of some of the finances, left her to enjoy court life on her own. The marquess’ lineage had been secured with their son Roman - so Luzia didn’t regret heading towards the prince’s chambers today. She’d decided to change dresses and jewelry, a mission that took away two hours of her day. Walking through the almost empty halls of Saint-Pol, Luzia wondered if anyone was spying on her from afar. No, she almost hoped they would watch her enter the prince’s chambers. “I have an audience with His Highness, prince Marius,” Luzia curtsied in front of Marius’ servant. He opened the door without saying anything. She brought wine, as promised, which she placed onto the nearest table upon entering the prince’s chambers.
Following the flickering torches Luzia walked towards the balcony without really focusing on her surroundings. A beautiful room, for sure, a similar luxury she’d already witnessed back in Castile. “Your Highness,” Luzia bowed her head, hoping this would please him far more than her curtsy from earlier. “Oh, it’s quite cold,” the marchioness chuckled slightly once she reached his side up on the balcony. The view from the balcony immediately distracted her from the cold against her exposed neck. “Beautiful,” Luzia murmured, “I’m so grateful for your invitation, your Highness.”
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.”
dilshah:
the lights of the banquet hall shone vibrantly in the cariye’s eyes, robin–blue irises pooling with the sight of candelabrum, melting to gilded wick, and chandeliers ignited with dozens of luminously burning torches; agleam as they gently swung overhead, whirled by drafts of chatter and revelry that appeared to be omnipresent, shared alike the goblets nobles clinked together in ceremonial toasts. dilşah took part in their mirth, albeit reservedly; preferring to sip the tea in her hand, the brew now lukewarm, rusticated in an air of elegant detachment––bemused, and certainly not unfriendly, as she appraised the convened company. the valide would busy herself, availing her own preeminent status, until the festivities came to a crescendo’s close, permitting her ladies’ roles to become virtually superfluous, save for the hapless soul engaged to replenish her cups. dilşah need only absorb the panoply of majesty before her, blot up the conversation and the alliances, unwittingly, forming before her eyes, like ink to parchment. to execute her role as the cariye’s eyes and ears, it was paramount that she remain alert; her nose furling in distaste to the pungency of alcohol, entirely unfavourable to one’s ambitions to remain vigilant, curdling from the tongues of the europeans who gathered akin to clotted blood upon a wound.
and where vulnerability unearthed itself, there was marius d’anjou––seated at her left, drenched in a princely sombre. his reputation proceeded him as thick and as tenebrous as the ringlets of the deepest sable that bounced upon his shoulders, draped over angular cheeks, the cleft of his chin, the cleverness of his brow-bone, alike a cloak of mourning, or, perhaps, a veil of mystique: velvet drapery thrown over windows not to stop what is outside from coming in, but to keep that which is in, at bay. like a beastly stallion confined to his stables with only a plank of wood, she surmises the courtly civility hemming them is but a ruse, a precautionary measure: nothing would truly stop this blackened prince from wreaking havoc if he so desired. her curiosity merely reactionary, she hoists a brow upon her visage in response to his frank set of remarks. quick wit––so she might suspect from one of his calibre. ❛ you must see a name emblazoned upon my forehead that others do not. marked, like a traitor, or a cow. ❜ a little smirk curls at the edges of dilşah’s lips. ❛ otherwise, would you not ask for mine? ❜
her voice is, too, spoken lowly: scraping the very depths of her lungs, though infinitely lighter, raspier, and more feminine than his, she is at greater risk of being heard by the gentlemen convened than he. ❛ a secret, indeed, for i do not believe i am meant to be conversing with you. a hound of the empress’, are you not? i know of you, your highness. ❜
He had laughed for months, he had not felt the glimmer of hope nor the vibration of pure merriment rising from his lungs. And yet, he dared to release it — a light, non-committal laughter as he shook his head from side to side; ringlets, the famous dark Anjou curls, framing his portrait. “Une vache,” he repeated, drawing out the pronunciation, his lips suddenly wet with intrigue and amusement, leaving Marius intertwined with what would come of such a woman.
He knew, indeed, that the Ottoman Empire’s infamous Harem was full of beautiful women that doted upon both Sultan and children; but what occurred behind their thick doors remained in secret. His spies, planted behind nearly every corner, had yet to receive all of the names present — and so she lay before him as an unfinished portrait; a mere sketch of charcoal and candlelight, alluding to her truth.
They danced in tongues, and though his reputation may have come first for the Prince of France — le Prince noir — there was more that lingered. More than the other could bare imagine. War. Blood. Passion. Demon. He wondered what exactly passed between the taverns those days; was it the death of his lover that haunted their lips? Or were the peasantry still stuck upon the glorious retelling of Uncle waging war against Nephew?
His stained fingertip remained upon the golden edge of his cup, his eyes dark and enveloping — coaxing her forward perhaps, or perhaps tripping himself over his own feet, to fall headfirst upon the other’s gilded lap. “You are not meant to be? Ah, is this another secret you unveil, my lady? It seems tonight I have been bathed avec de la chance; gilded, sweetened prosperity,” Marius teased, putting his wet finger upon his lips, dragging against his lower lip to soak the wine from his imprint before lowering once more to meet her gaze, his hand now safely tucked against his lap.
“What is your name? For whom do I find myself sharing such intricates with? By sight alone I would’ve assumed a Sultana, but you are not, are you? For your eyes… So bright and alluding, remain upon her,” Marius remarked, sharing his remarks as he bowed his head to gesture towards the Valide. “You are her shadow, a decorated shadow who deserves her own light, I am sure.”
bloodwrittcn:
closed starter for @mariusdanjou (Marius d’Anjou)
No matter France’s beauty, Cesare could only see ugliness whenever his thoughts drifted back towards Marius. The prince of France, a son born into greatness with titles bestowed upon him, adorning his self. Undeserving and wasted on a man like Marius d’Anjou, the previous husband of Caterina de Medici, the mother of his son, his only warmth and hope at times. He’d been staring at the man for quite some time now, looked at him from afar as others danced and drank, laughing at inoffensive jokes or politics.
Soon he’d have to answer for his crimes against Florence, for running like a coward. For what reason? Love? The count suppressed his emotionless laugh with wine. Love he was undeserving of and, judging by the latest news, wasn’t his to keep. God did work in mysterious ways, as did Cesare. Walking up towards the man, Cesare bowed only slightly, short and with an attitude that almost left no room for speculations about who stood in front of the prince. “Your highness. If I’d known I was among royalty I’d have introduced myself much earlier. Cesare Sforza, count of Pavia, ambassador of Milan.” the count chuckled “France seems to be forgiving these days, your highness, won’t you agree? Milan, and Florence, aren’t.”
The annulment had taken place six years after the marriage that had been struck to save the drowning debt of France, due to the late King Ferrant’s luxurious way of life. Through Apollonia’s good will, Lorenzo’s wagering bank and the three children born outside the marriage, Marius and Caterina were finally free to start their lives over again. But the cost had been large, and it seemed God had yet to truly see the annulment as worthy. He had taken Henrietta without good reason, and left Marius adrift of hope and love. He had pushed for the annulment for his lover, to marry her and make their children legal in the eyes of the law. Their plan was to seek the Duchy of Carinthia for Maxim, to settle themselves beneath the Holy Roman Empire and live a life that they should’ve searched for a long time ago.
But she had died, and now Marius was alone — with a decorated goblet full of ale in his hand, as he stood to the side of the merriment for his late brother who was not a saint, nor would he be to anyone who had known him whilst he had been alive.
Lost in his head, he did not see the man approach him, his eyes dead set as he watched the dances continue with glee. It was only once he spoke, did Marius give him his attention, turning slightly to inspect him — to wager who he was, before looking back to the celebration. “And? What do you want?” Marius asked, staring ahead, lifting his cup to sip upon his tongue, savouring the taste before slapping his lips together. “You must want something to face a Prince as such.”
@mariusdanjou @apolloniacolonna
crownedprxncess:
- &&. AS THE COURTS OF China, Ottoman and Austria all monopolised amongst themselves across the French land - look out for one another, as the Prince said - Yicheng could not help but wonder, who was looking out for him? He came at the behest of a woman who was not his Queen, not his Empress by any manner of speaking, yet…here Marius was, with tear-stained cheeks and forlorn eyes. Which of his allies shared any regard for his pain? Were they all, Prince and Princesses like Yicheng and Marius, resigned to the same fate as pieces of a chess board, commanded by the sovereign rules, with not a moment alone with their pain. Yicheng wanted to ask, but thought better of it, her words had fallen on deaf ears thus far.
Perhaps the music would lighten his mood, ease the weight on his soul, or perhaps it wouldn’t. He was a good actor, astoundingly charismatic. He could imagine her as someone else, as his lover, and he could slip away into into that fantasy as long as the music played and the drinks flowed. ❝ You must be tired, of all this pretending, Your Grace. ❞
Who shared in his pain? The question was simple but the answer was torment. His children were the sole bearers of such grief, in particular the oldest. Maxim would turn ten years of age in the Summer — and so, Marius couldn’t quite fathom how he would feel. Where Marius was at least a fully-blooded Prince of France, Maxim was but a bastard. A broken link in a chain of strong men and noble hearts — but, he had hoped to push for Henrietta’s lost Dynastic lands; if Marius could only hand the Duchy of Carinthia to his son, then perhaps Maxim would find some solace in its purpose. He would have a role, a meaning.
Marie-Therese was yet too small, and still spent her time in the privacy of the nursery with nannies. She, he imagined, would be all the more torn from her mother’s embrace.
As he danced with her, Marius felt his heart wither. He had always skilled himself on how he had folded to every situation with grace — but it seemed that confidence nor a mastered tongue could sway the Princess of China. So in submission and awareness, he bowed his head, and offered her a truth that had not been heard by anyone else. “It is an exhaustion, my lady. But I have pretended my entire life, for don’t we all? Kings. Queens. Princes. Princess’. It never ends… So we must continue, and survive — don’t you think?”
MEN OF CROWNS APPRECIATION (1/?)
❝ never forget who you are. you are a weapon. you are a king; straighten your crown. ❞
featuring: Thomas Plantagenet ( @princethomas ) / Mairus D’Anjou ( @mariusdanjou ) / Eivor Bjorn Hagen / ( @oncegreat ) / Yin Jianjun ( @yinjianjun ) / Mehdi Mirza bin Shah Ismail al-Safavi ( @shahmehdi )
week total : 110 complete total : 1750
point page / point tag.
✿ (for both pls)
LUZIA
FRIENDSHIP. childhood friends / work buddies or coworkers / family friends / friends with benefits / smoking buddies / adventure buddies / fake friends / recently friends / party buddies (and banquets hehe) / friendship of need / dying friendship / circumstantial friendship / partners in crime / old friendship / [ your muse ] is the good influence / [ your muse ] is the bad influence / [ my muse ] is the good influence / [ my muse ] is the bad influence / opposites attract / ride or die / frenemies / roommates or flatmates / penpals / exes to friends / enemies to friends / other .
ROMANCE. childhood sweethearts / [ your muse is mines ] childhood crush / [ my muse is yours ] childhood crush / exes / exes to lovers / forbidden lovers / highschool sweethearts / secret relationship / opposites attract / long distance / unrequited [ from your muses side ] / unrequited [ from my muses side ] / unrequited [ from both sides ] / skinny love / friends to lovers / enemies to lovers / spurious relationship / power couple / newly entered / soulmates [ metaphorical ] / soulmates [ literal ] / awkward / turning toxic / toxic love / cheating [ on your muse ] / cheating [ with your muse ] / other .
FAMILIAL. siblings [ half ] / siblings [ step ] / [ my muse ] is an older sibling figure to your younger sibling figure / [ my muse ] is a younger sibling figure to your older sibling figure muse / [ my muse ] is a parental figure to yours / [ my muse ] is a child figure to your muse / guardian figure / legal guardian / adoptive child / foster child / [ your muse ] is taken under mines wing / [ my muse ] is taken under yours wing / other .
ANTAGONISTIC. dangerous to each other / dangerous to others / unpredictable / rivals / petty / developing into sexual or romantic tension / based off family matters / based of off circumstance / based of professional matters / based off misunderstanding or lies / conflict of ideology / betrayal / hero - villain dynamic / enemies / fight club / friends turned enemies / lovers turned enemies / exes turned enemies / other .
rp-meme-glaceon:
Send “🎧 + a muse” and I’ll pick a song from my playlist that reminds me of them!
MARIUS. FERDINAND. MIHRIMAH. LUCREZIA. EUDOXIA. JOANNA.
✿ for Ada
FRIENDSHIP. childhood friends / work buddies or coworkers / family friends / friends with benefits / smoking buddies / adventure buddies / fake friends / recently friends / party buddies / friendship of need / dying friendship / circumstantial friendship / partners in crime / old friendship / [ your muse ] is the good influence / [ your muse ] is the bad influence / [ my muse ] is the good influence / [ my muse ] is the bad influence / opposites attract / ride or die / frenemies / roommates or flatmates / penpals / exes to friends / enemies to friends / other .
ROMANCE. childhood sweethearts / [ your muse is mines ] childhood crush / [ my muse is yours ] childhood crush / exes / exes to lovers / forbidden lovers / highschool sweethearts / secret relationship / opposites attract / long distance / unrequited [ from your muses side ] / unrequited [ from my muses side ] / unrequited [ from both sides ] / skinny love / friends to lovers / enemies to lovers / spurious relationship / power couple / newly entered / soulmates [ metaphorical ] / soulmates [ literal ] / awkward / turning toxic / toxic love / cheating [ on your muse ] / cheating [ with your muse ] / other .
FAMILIAL. siblings [ half ] / siblings [ step ] / [ my muse ] is an older sibling figure to your younger sibling figure / [ my muse ] is a younger sibling figure to your older sibling figure muse / [ my muse ] is a parental figure to yours / [ my muse ] is a child figure to your muse / guardian figure / legal guardian / adoptive child / foster child / [ your muse ] is taken under mines wing / [ my muse ] is taken under yours wing / other .
ANTAGONISTIC. dangerous to each other / dangerous to others / unpredictable / rivals / petty / developing into sexual or romantic tension / based off family matters / based of off circumstance / based of professional matters / based off misunderstanding or lies / conflict of ideology / betrayal / hero - villain dynamic / enemies / fight club / friends turned enemies / lovers turned enemies / exes turned enemies / other .
✿ dilly
FRIENDSHIP. childhood friends / work buddies or coworkers / family friends / friends with benefits / smoking buddies / adventure buddies / fake friends / recently friends / party buddies / friendship of need / dying friendship / circumstantial friendship / partners in crime / old friendship / [ your muse ] is the good influence / [ your muse ] is the bad influence / [ my muse ] is the good influence / [ my muse ] is the bad influence / opposites attract / ride or die / frenemies / roommates or flatmates / penpals / exes to friends / enemies to friends / other .
ROMANCE. childhood sweethearts / [ your muse is mines ] childhood crush / [ my muse is yours ] childhood crush / exes / exes to lovers / forbidden lovers / highschool sweethearts / secret relationship / opposites attract / long distance / unrequited [ from your muses side ] / unrequited [ from my muses side ] / unrequited [ from both sides ] / skinny love / friends to lovers / enemies to lovers / spurious relationship / power couple / newly entered / soulmates [ metaphorical ] / soulmates [ literal ] / awkward / turning toxic / toxic love / cheating [ on your muse ] / cheating [ with your muse ] / other .
FAMILIAL. siblings [ half ] / siblings [ step ] / [ my muse ] is an older sibling figure to your younger sibling figure / [ my muse ] is a younger sibling figure to your older sibling figure muse / [ my muse ] is a parental figure to yours / [ my muse ] is a child figure to your muse / guardian figure / legal guardian / adoptive child / foster child / [ your muse ] is taken under mines wing / [ my muse ] is taken under yours wing / other .
ANTAGONISTIC. dangerous to each other / dangerous to others / unpredictable / rivals / petty / developing into sexual or romantic tension / based off family matters / based of off circumstance / based of professional matters / based off misunderstanding or lies / conflict of ideology / betrayal / hero - villain dynamic / enemies / fight club / friends turned enemies / lovers turned enemies / exes turned enemies / other .
bloody
NSFW-ish MEMES | CLOSED
au: Years in the future Marius declares war on France for the throne with the HRE by his side. France call in their allies of Russia, who join the fight. A year or two into war, Marius sends word to meet Ivan.
As Tsar, Ivan had been forced to take the side of King Philip. It was his duty, and Marius understood this - after all, he was married to the King’s sister; that bloodline coursing through the veins of his daughter. Marius, too, understood this - and could not resent Russia’s side in the fight for the French throne. With the Holy Roman Empire taking his side, the war was well matched (along with Dukes who had supported him from before, coming from the woodwork like vermin, exposing themselves to sunlight) - and it seemed that they were to forever be stuck at a stalemate. But if they were to survive the various battles and sieges, then action would have to be taken. With sword in hand he rode to the Eastern border of Apollonia’s land and met with the Tsar who looked as well as he had done years previously when joined together at the Parisian Summit. They had both aged, Marius worse than others, but ambition and loyalty to either homeland stuck true.
Ivan, stained with a mixture of French and German blood, met him beneath one of the tents - where they shook their hands and said their graces before taking their seats before a vast, military map. With his hands on his knees, he watched as Ivan shook from fatigue - whatever battle he had arrived from, had pushed itself into his bones - leaving the Tsar worse off than Marius, who had always found the battlefield as a home away from home. “If you leave this war,” he began, his arm extended to point towards Russia on the map, his eyes focused on the other. “Russia will remain intact, and I will make an oath to protect Russia from the approach of both the Holy Roman Empire and the Ottoman… Your family, my lord, will remain unharmed…”
