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MUSE AESTHETICS BOARD; (camille-félicité delaroche)

choose 3-6 images from your character’s Pinterest board (aesthetics tag if you do not have a Pinterest) and post them without context for your character.

make sure to include links to credit the images if they are not your own (use caption feature with tumblr imgs)

repost, DO NOT REBLOG, and tag partners whose characters you’d love to see an aesthetics board for.

tagged by: stolen from myself tagging: anyone

#| ooc.#| aesthetic.

I can't believe it's almost the end of August and you haven't visited me in Sicily yet. I am disappointed - completely.

Chouchou, I am so sorry! I’ve been so busy these days! Please forgive me, since it was all Francis’s work. Bah! I need a break now. Will you have me?

a drabble for @severnayastolitsa that takes place in our oxford au where alexei is a regular russian there on a scholarship but lies and says he’s royalty because... gotta impress the ladeys

“This is where I come to think,” Camille said jauntily, bouncing on her heels. At first, Alexei stared in an anxious stupor, as she was standing on a wrought iron table. Upon further examination, he realized the greenhouse bent to her feminine wiles and would never let her fall.

“What d—do you think about?” Alexei asked. And did she always do it while standing on a table?, Alexei thought, stirring his tea. Camille had offered to bring him some, and for some perfectly odd reason, had a complete, porcelain tea-set in her dorm. Perhaps all rich college students did.

“The state of the world and what I can do to improve it.” Camille tilted her head dreamily. When she moved, Alexei adverted his gaze as to not look up her skirt. “What does a Russian prince think about?”

As soon as he had brought the tea to his lips, Alexei spit it back up.

“Oh, I made it too hot! Dastardly me!” Camille gasped in concern. She jumped down from her heavenly perch to take the cup from a blubbering Alexei. He furiously wiped as his mouth with his sleeves, thinking about the dry cleaning price the entire time. “We must save the tea for later, then. But please, what does go on in that princely head of yours?”

Alexei pressed his lips together until he turned as red as the roses. “Uh... the s—same things as yours. Yes.”

#| ooc.#a city of aquatint | v. oxford au.

drowsydrunk

archive moodboard: @phereinnike

(the goddess does not rule the world; she is the world)

#| aesthetic.

cesaray

ex-foliant

This is from call the midwife and I was howling at this scene

gnostic-heretic

@morgenstille

#dark ages | v. 476 to 975.

ja-khajay

creative

festive

eldritch

he loves his kids

| MacMona | Macau x Monaco |

Luck in the game, luck in love

#| macau.#| ships.

honeyfawns

why am i not currently in the italian countryside with a fruit plate wearing a light linen dress? unacceptable

#camille

giraffewrangler

Absolutely beautiful mosaic to the Museum of Oceanography of Monaco

#| home.

theowlsarenotwhattheyseeem

Il gattopardo / The Leopard, 1963.

dir. Luchino Visconti.

cinematography by Giuseppe Rotunno.

#| media.

filmsby

Picnic at Hanging Rock (1975) dir. Peter Weir

#| aesthetic.

freshmoviequotes

The Little Hours (2017)

hotelsongs

#this was the greatest movie i’ve seen in my entire life

#camille

dahliaborne

“The Ballet of The Red Shoes” is from a fairy tale by Hans Andersen. It is the story of a young girl who is devoured with an ambition to attend a dance in a pair of Red Shoes. She gets the shoes and goes to the dance. For a time, all goes well and she is very happy. At the end of the evening she is tired and wants to go home, but the Red Shoes are not tired. In fact, the Red Shoes are never tired. They dance her out into the street, they dance her over the mountains and valleys, through fields and forests, through night and day. Time rushes by, love rushes by, life rushes by, but the Red Shoes go on.

What happens in the end?

Oh, in the end, she dies.

#| aesthetic.