Madame Royale (UC)

independent & private Marie Thérèse de Bourbon ; daughter of Marie Antoinette and Louis XVI. ; sideblog to animusviincit ; established September 2017 ; written by Theres

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HI HELLO!! I realized that it’s time to bring some order into my blogs since rl needs most of my attention and I just can’t keep everything up here. As a part of that I decided to get rid of some sideblogs. But don’t fret,  I love Marie Thérèse far too much to give her up!! From now on you can find her on my historical multimuse @animusviincit!

See you all there!! <3

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Napoleon Sympathizers Can Fuck Off 😍😍💖💗

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I was afraid of being afraid. I wounded the silence. The vast spaces sharpened my grief.

Violette Leduc, tr. by Derek Coltman, from “La Bâtarde,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

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STARTER CALL!!!

Since I just started reading a biography about Marie Therese, it might take a while for me to fully get into her mindset!! But I’ll throw something your way as soon as I can :)

( mutuals only ; length & verse might vary )

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@hiistoryerased​

A Robespierre. The last one, just as she remained the sole survivor of her family. Normally this circumstance would’ve woke pity in her, but this time was different. The mere mention of the name made the duchess feel sick to her stomach.

Now the man stood infront of her and as she observed his features, unwanted memories swept over Marie-Thérèse. While names had barely interested her back then, she hadn’t forgotten a single face from the days in prison, none of the countless visitors in her cell. Augustin Robespierre had been there and to his misfortune her intimates had offered even more delicate informations.

“So You expect mercy from us, Monsieur?”, she adressed him, “A mercy You have denied my father, Your king?” 

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ok but should i change my adult fc from 

her

to her ??

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At this point I’ve developed a deep distaste for Louis XVIII. This guy was only interested in his niece for his own benefit and his goal of a Bourbon Restoration. He bluntly lied in the letters to Marie-Thérèse, only to convince her of the marriage plans to her cousin d’Angoulême. But the worst is still how after the marriage he forced her to write down her memoirs of the time in prison, not caring about the trauma his niece still suffered from. It was barely 6 years after her release from the Temple Prison and Thérèse definitely didn’t felt ready to experience it all again.

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The Dark Countess

There are still a lot of people who believe in an exchange of Marie-Thérèse on her way to Vienna. Quite a popular theory circled around the so called “Dark Countess” of Hildburghausen. In 1807 a misterious couple arrived in the small town Hildburghausen in Thuringia, Germany. The man called himself Count Vavel de Versay, while the woman’s identity remained a secret. Under the protection of the Countess of Saxe-Hildburghausen they lived there for many years, first in a flat, later in Castle Eishausen. The woman never showed her face, always wearing a black veil. She spent most of her time alone and it’s reported that she was anxious, barely able to bear loud noises in the house and around her generally. In 1837 she died and was buried as Sophie Botta. Some assume, that she was actually the last Madame Royale, that the French Republic couldn’t give her to her Austrian relatives, because she wasn’t the same anymore after years of prison. Therefore Marie-Thérèse preferred a quiet life away from court and chose the home of her childhood friend,the Countess of Saxe-Hildburghausen.     [ read more HERE ]

( Recently this theory has been proven wrong, after the remains of the Dunkelgräfin were exhumed for DNA tests. DNA analysis and a study of her reconstructed facial features clearly confirmed that she was not related to the french princess. Though I still love the theory and want to make a verse based on it! Please hit me up if you’d be interested! )

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“Papa!! i’ve missed you!”

@ofnimiety​

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the great gatsby by f. scott fitzgerald; starter sentences.

❛ So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past. ❜

❛ I hope she’ll be a fool – that’s the best thing a girl can be in this world, a beautiful little fool. ❜

❛ Angry, and half in love with her, and tremendously sorry, I turned away. ❜

❛ And I like large parties. They’re so intimate. At small parties there isn’t any privacy. ❜

❛ I wasn’t actually in love, but I felt a sort of tender curiosity. ❜

❛ Let us learn to show our friendship for a man when he is alive and not after he is dead. ❜

❛ You see I usually find myself among strangers, because I drift here and there trying to forget the sad things that happened to me. ❜

❛ There are only the pursued, the pursuing, the busy and the tired. ❜

❛ In my younger and more vulnerable years my father gave me some advice that I’ve been turning over in my mind ever since. ❜

❛ Reserving judgements is a matter of infinite hope. ❜

❛ Life starts all over again when it gets crisp in the fall. ❜

❛ Can’t repeat the past?…Why of course you can!❜

❛ It’s a great advantage not to drink among hard drinking people. ❜

❛ So we drove on toward death through the cooling twilight. ❜

❛ All I kept thinking about, over and over, was ‘You can’t live forever; you can’t live forever.’ ❜

❛ I felt a haunting loneliness sometimes, and felt it in others–young clerks in the dusk, wasting the most poignant moments of night and life. ❜

❛ No amount of fire or freshness can challenge what a man will store up in his ghostly heart. ❜

❛ It takes two to make an accident. ❜

❛ Personality is an unbroken series of successful gestures. ❜

❛ He looked at her the way all women want to be looked at by a man. ❜

❛ There is no confusion like the confusion of a simple mind… ❜

❛ But I am slow-thinking and full of interior rules that act as brakes on my desires. ❜

❛ I always wait for the longest day of the year and then miss it! ❜

❛ I’ve been drunk for about a week now, and I thought it might sober me up to sit in a library. ❜

❛ Life is much more successfully looked at from a single window. ❜

❛ It was the kind of voice that the ear follows up and down, as if each speech is an arrangement of notes that will never be played again. ❜

❛ The exhilarating ripple of her voice was a wild tonic in the rain. ❜

❛ I am one of the few honest people that I have ever known. ❜

❛ So I walked away and left him standing there in the moonlight – watching over nothing. ❜

❛ Dishonesty in a woman is a thing you never blame deeply. ❜

❛ The rich get richer and the poor get – children. ❜

❛ I love New York on summer afternoons when everyone’s away. There’s something very sensuous about it – overripe, as if all sorts of funny fruits were going to fall into your hands. ❜

❛ The lights grow brighter as the earth lurches away from the sun. ❜

❛ Murder your darlings. ❜

❛ It makes me sad because I’ve never seen such – such beautiful shirts before. ❜

❛ Human sympathy has its limits. ❜

❛ A new world, material without being real, where poor ghosts, breathing dreams like air, drifted fortuitously about. ❜

❛ I’m inclined to reserve all judgments, a habit that has opened up many curious natures to me and also made me the victim of not a few veteran bores. ❜

❛ I can’t describe to you how surprised I was to find out I loved her, old sport. ❜

❛ I suppose the latest thing is to sit back and let Mr. Nobody from Nowhere make love to your wife. ❜

❛ That voice was a deathless song. ❜

❛ I was a little shocked at the elaborateness of the lie. ❜

❛ All the bright precious things fade so fast, and they don’t come back. ❜

❛ But his heart was in a constant, turbulent riot. ❜

❛ She was incurably dishonest. ❜

❛ What was the use of doing great things if I could have a better time telling her what I was going to do? ❜

❛ Blessed are the dead that the rain falls on. ❜

❛ Most affectations conceal something eventually, even though they don’t in the beginning. ❜

❛ I’d like to just get one of those pink clouds and put you in it and push you around. ❜

❛ I was thirty. Before me stretched the portentous, menacing road of a new decade. ❜

❛ God knows what you’ve been doing, everything you’ve been doing. You may fool me, but you can’t fool God! ❜

❛ He’s so dumb he doesn’t know he’s alive. ❜

❛ I love her and that’s the beginning and end of everything. ❜

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                  SHE WANTS REVENGE         lyrics starters.

RED FLAGS AND LONG NIGHTS

’ It’s never hard to tell when things are done. ’ ’ She looked into my eyes and a voice said: RUN. ’ ’ It’s alright, whether it’s two weeks, two years or just tonight. ’ ’ You can occupy my every sigh. ’ ’ You can rent the space inside my mind, at least until the price becomes too high. ’ ’ I can find a reason that we should quit. ’ ’ I can find a reason to do it. ’ ’ I can find excuses for all my shit. ’ ’ I need red flags and long nights. ’ ’ It’s not that it’s my fault, it’s just my style. ’ ’ He’s not into you, he’s into the idea of. ’

THESE THINGS

’ There’s nothing to see here. ’ ’ No one cares when the show is done. ’ ’ I heard it’s cold out. ’ ’ She’s locking me out. ’ ’ It’s cause of these things. ’ ’ Let’s make a fast plan, watch it burn to the ground. ’ ’ I try to whisper so no one figures it out. ’ ’ I’m not a bad man, I’m just overwhelmed. ’ ’ Lovers hold hands to numb the pain, gripping tightly to something that they’ll never own. ’ ’ No mistakes, only now you’re bored. ’ ’ This is the time of your life but you just can’t tell. ’

I DON’T WANT TO FALL IN LOVE

’ I knew that this would happen, that things would go this way. ’ ’ This was never planned. ’ ’ I know that you’re the right girl. ’ ’ But do you think that I am the right man? ’ ’ Right face, wrong time. ’ ’ Too late, so deep. ’ ’ Can’t sleep, can’t eat, can’t think straight. ’ ’ I don’t want to fall in love. ’ ’ You say it’s not a problem. ’ ’ You say it’s meant to be. ’ ’ But love is not an option. ’ ’ Our love is never free. ’ ’ And things are not so easy. ’ ’ So cold and we’ve been burned. ’ ’ That’s the price of one more lesson learned. ’

OUT OF CONTROL

’ Oh my God, it’s my favorite song! ’ ’ We can’t slow down even if we tried. ’ ’ Our hearts steady-beating, the sweat turns to cold. ’ ’ We’ve got nowhere to go. ’ ’ We’ve got nothing to prove. ’ ’ Instead of dancing alone I should be dancing with you. ’ ’ Or maybe it’s only you. ’ ’ Either way, let’s begin. ’

MONOLOGUE

’ Lover, forgive me. ’ ’ My guilt is my only crime. ’ ’ I’ll carry it round till it breaks me down every time. ’ ’ This is the time of night when the moonlight shines down and we can reveal who we truly are. ’ ’ Just give me the safe word. ’ ’ Take your hand and smack me in the mouth, my love. ’ ’ A half open mouth and the whole truth that no one would take. ’ ’ Pretend all you want you can cry to your heart’s own beat. ’ ’ We will take love and swear upon the things that we just can’t keep. ’

BROKEN PROMISES FOR BROKEN HEARTS

’ Pay attention, my love, cause it’s over. ’ ’ At the tip of my tongue is the price you weren’t willing to pay. ’ ’ Still this is something akin to a breakdown. ’ ’ Broken promises for broken hearts. ’ ’ When you look back now was it special? ’ ’ Was it nothing but anecdote that you can tell now and then? ’ ’ I delude myself it was worth it. ’ ’ From the beginning I could see exactly how it would end. ’ ’ I wanna wish you away. ’ ’ I wanna kiss you away. ’

SISTER

’ She smelled like 2am. ’ ’ This could only turn cold. ’ ’ No touching tonight. ’ ’ Tuck me in. ’ ’ You better lie down cause the angels are watching. ’ ’ Quit the talking. ’ ’ You can hurt me, do whatever you like. ’ ’ Shut your mouth, the angels are listening. ’

US

’ Late last night I was looking through pictures. ’ ’ Flooded with memories I lied on the floor. ’ ’ Still I can’t forget. ’ ’ All the fiction and lies, all the tears and the laughs take a walk through the past. ’ ’ You and I hand in hand as we look at this thing called us. ’ ’ I tried my hardest to cry but it just wouldn’t come. ’

SOMEONE MUST GET HURT

’ Please don’t touch me. ’ ’ I’ve come too far to let you bring me down. ’ ’ You think that I’m easy. ’ ’ Try as you might you can’t have me now. ’ ’ I can tell you’d like some company. ’ ’ I can’t fix you when you don’t want me. ’ ’ I call for the witness, present the facts, write down the little things. ’ ’ They say the heart is resilient in black and white. ’ ’ You swore there’d be no strings. ’ ’ Under the sound of my footsteps this time there will be no long goodbye. ’ ’ How can I trust you? ’ ’ How could you need me to know? ’ ’ It’s getting to be so cold. ’ ’ The decision is in and I won’t break. ’ ’ Well, someone might get hurt and it won’t be me. ’

TEAR YOU APART

’ This mindset, maybe it’s right. ’ ’ At the right place and right time, maybe tonight. ’ ’ Wanna make out and kiss hard – wait, nevermind. ’ ’ It’s cute in a way till you cannot speak. ’ ’ It’s only just a crush, it’ll go away. ’ ’ It’s just like all the others, it’ll go away. ’ ’ You pray it all away but it continues to grow. ’ ’ I want to hold you close. ’ ’ Lie still and close your eyes. ’ ’ So lovely, it feels so right. ’ ’ I want to fucking tear you apart. ’

[mxdameroyale]

STARTER CALL!!!

Since I just started reading a biography about Marie Therese, it might take a while for me to fully get into her mindset!! But I’ll throw something your way as soon as I can :)

( mutuals only ; length & verse might vary )

[tragedysins]

[marywarner1991]

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Marie-Thérèse never stopped having nightmares about the horrors she witnessed. There are different scenes, sometimes the heads of people she knew and adored on stakes, sometimes the hateful faces of the people, when her family returned to Paris after their escape attempt. Sometimes she just has to go through feeling from the past again, the mortal fear, the worry, the trepidation ... 

But the worst ones, the ones that come only infrequently, are those about her parents. Her brave mother, standing on the balcony infront of the mob, her beloved father. calmly enduring every humilation, even a guard spitting in his face. Often the young woman wakes up with tears in her eyes, unable to speak about the dream and filled with the memory of everything she has lost. 

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Psssst! Always feel free to drop into my im for plotting!! I swear my muse for Therese is growing with every page i read in the biography kdkdldld

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@peoplesking​ ♥ this

“You have my deepest, eternal gratitude, Your Majesty”, Marie-Thérèse began, her voice slowly gaining confidence. It was not easy for her to speak to the King in such a way, yet she felt the need to voice her concerns and nothing would stop her. “But I heared rumours about a possible … arrangement for me. If this should be true - I beseech You to refrain from such plans. At least for now. My little brother … he needs me. I can’t leave him alone.” The mere thought made the princess sick. Full of relief she breathed out, once everything had been said, blue eyes resting on the monarch infront of her.