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#SO LOOK IT UP IN YOUR PROGRAMME ♕ ( out of character )

ANNOUNCING FEDYA DOLOKHOV! he dominates moscow’s most brilliant young men. he stands in full view, well aware he’s attracting attention, yet as much as ease as though he were in his own room. / ind. fyodor dolokhov. great comet based with war and peace influences. written by kitty.

#A LOVE LETTER ♕ ( promo )#{hello i love kitty & her fedya; they're both so good}#{plus lowkey fedya is the president of the dimya fan club so if you needed another reason to check out this blog that's it}#{but seriously kitty writes so well & is such a lovely mun and i know her portrayal of fedya is amazing and so well-thought through}#{i personally can't wait to read what she is doing with him}

❤

#{for your consideration!}#{i never know what to write in the tags for this thing except you all know by know ily all}#SO LOOK IT UP IN YOUR PROGRAMME ♕ ( out of character )#QUEUE THE WHOLE NIGHT THROUGH ♕ ( queue )

warblossomed-aaa-deactivated201

I think everyone should make a post with just a ❤ and let mutuals comment on the post with nice things :’)

#{me: *reblogs this ages late because yolo*}#THE AIR OF A CONNOISSEUR ♕ ( meme )#SO LOOK IT UP IN YOUR PROGRAMME ♕ ( out of character )

potion partner ♕

❝ OH !! well, i suppose i’ll have to brew the potion, since i can’t write !! ❞

mattea’s curled up on the floor comfortably. she’s got her BRIGHT orange blanket spread out under her, which clashes quite fantastically with the pink sweater she’s got on. & in her hands are the other set of instructions, which she’s been struggling to read for about ten minutes now. & she’s not having much LUCK, but she’s trying her best !!

but her best has its limits. mattea gives up & sets the paper on the ground beside her & looks up at her very pretty, very smart potions partner.

❝ i mean, the LAST TIME i brewed a potion i was in the hospital wing for a week because i exploded myself, but i think i can do it this time !! i’ll be very careful. i don’t even know what i did wrong last time, but—– it won’t happen again. ❞

she hums & rocks from side to side. her partner seems very TIRED. the day is a cold one &the fire only provides so much warmth. & light. being under the lake was positively TERRIFYING, though mattea felt comfort in the glass wall being too dark to see into this lateinto the day. she’d seen enough sharks swimming around !!

❝ do you have sharks in BRAZIL, hélène ?? do you ever worry that the WINDOW will break & all the sharks will flood into our common room & eat us ?? ❞

Hélène visibly winced at the writing comment, but quickly plastered on her face one of the many smiles she was famous for, lips stretching in a thin, sly line as she clapped her hands together. ‘Try not to comment on the poor colour scheme between her blanket and sweater’, the witch reminded herself — In times of needs ( or in this case, of annoyance ) focusing on the bravado, the appearance and the superficial had always felt simpler, an easy defence mechanism of sorts that Hélène had developed throughout her childhood. Nose scrunched up, eyes straying more on the blonde’s choice of outfit which entirely clashed with the black and dark green aesthetic Hélène had going on with her own clothes.

Mouth opens to say something ( ANYTHING. It would be better than the gaping silence which might invite Mattea to talk more ) before catching on the Brazil comment. ❝ I would not know. I have NEVER been to Brazil, and I highly doubt we would be allowed to stay in the dungeons if it were not SAFE. ❞ Her tone is curt but not entirely non-conversational. The heiress is aware, of course, of the fact they are not the only ones in the common room, and much as Mattea might have been disliked, Hélène was not about to enter in those sort of games. They were not worth the trouble or the dramatic display. ( It left a sour taste in her mouth, however, to know that people did not care to remember where she was from. The comment would not be easily forgotten. )

❝ HOW ABOUT —— ❞ Words sound careful, pondered as Hélène’s lips twist into another attempt at a smile, faked friendliness towards her partner. Perhaps, in other circumstances, Mattea’s candid nature might have otherwise amused her. ( Perhaps, if it did not feel like people were watching them and if Mattea had not made that dreadful comment. ) ❝ — we forget about splitting the work and make the potion TOGETHER instead, just to be sure you do not end up in the hospital wing? ❞ Or more accurately, to be sure they did not fail this project.

#SEEDS OF GREATNESS ♕ ( hogwarts au )#jollyteatime #{Hélène is so done; I'm so :') }#{poor Mattea}

chloe ♕

Chloe started as the woman speaks to her, having been too absorbed in her study of the painting to notice her attention. Her recovery was quick, a bright smile directed upward as she said, ❝ I’m here with my grandma, actually. She’s over there. ❞

She turned, pointed at a little cluster of people about halfway down the gallery; Edwina was among them, readily visible in spite of her short stature thanks to the shocking blue of her sweater. Chloe had been keeping a closer eye on her than the reverse, mostly so she could point her out easily if — when — adults approached her to ask if she was being SUPERVISED. Like someone her age could’ve just wandered in by herself.

❝ Don’t worry, ❞ she added. ❝ I’m not, like, lost or anything. ❞ A pause, and then — because this lady approached her, which surely made it all right and not rude to engage her in a real conversation — she continued, ❝ My name’s CHLOE. What’s yours? Do you like the exhibit? I think some of these painters were probably kind of full of themselves. ❞

Eyes narrowed, Hélène’s head turning in the direction the girl had just pointed towards as she tried to make out any sort of family relations between the people in the group and the child. One woman, at the very least, stood out — In the right age range, with questionable fashion tastes but obviously an enjoyment of arts that could not be flawed. Perhaps, Hélène settled, it was alright to assume this was indeed her. If it all came down to it, she supposed a vague wave towards the group would be enough information to give the security guide, should the brunette cause any trouble. ❝ PERHAPS you should stay with your grandmother. ❞ A curt suggestion.

This conversation was over, as far as Hélène could tell — And then the girl kept talking. Eyes narrowed ever-so-slightly as the blonde held back a sight. Conversation was not what she needed. Especially not from a child — She did not deal well with children. There was something dreadful about the fact they always seemed to look for what Hélène did not think she could effectively provide ( an emotional, human connection ).

❝ Hélène Kuragina. I am looking to BUY from this exhibit. The grandeur and vanity of the pieces was INTENTIONAL, as far as I believe. ❞ Too much information, but she hoped that mentioning the purpose of her visit might make it all sound very official and make Chloe back away and stop conversation. ( In truth, this was purely a leisure and home decor decision not based on any business intent. )

#inlookingglass #CHLOE STETSON ♕ ( inlookingglass )#QUEUE THE WHOLE NIGHT THROUGH ♕ ( queue )#{chloe: is friendly. hélène: 'uh. no. pls. don't.'}#{she is so confused and cannot deal and :') i'm sorry chloe}#IN THE LAND OF YESTERDAY ♕ ( modern verse )

ritahanson

STARTER CALL :: @societybound ( How Can I Call This Home? - Parade )

“These people make me tense.”

societybound

An arched eyebrow, and head turns towards the ONLY group of people Hélène felt this sentence could possibly apply to, clad in suits and uniforms and in deep conversation. When her eyes fall back on Rita, her eyebrow is raised even h i g h e r . ‘Who? Them?!’ is implied. And then she smiles — That sly, all-knowing smile, corners of her mouth moving upward slightly in an amusement that made people believe they were the part of some sort of very important, incredibly clever inside joke that only they could understand and share. ❝ I suppose my father is a rather intimidating man for those who do not know him, but I can assure you the rest of them are all bark and no bite. Well. Most of them. ❞ And the smile increases. She seems about to laugh for a second, as if this would diffuse the situation, but instead tilts her head ever so slightly in consideration. ❝ I cannot recall ever seeing you here before. ❞

#{i have no idea what this is so if you had something else in mind please let me know & i'll edit!}#{also i! cannot wait! and sorry this got longer :') }#ritahanson #IN THE LAND OF YESTERDAY ♕ ( modern verse )

indielists

do you have a broadway character, oc, or verse ? if so, please reblog this post with your character(s) name in the tags, if you are an oc please specify that, and if you only have a verse be sure to specify that as well. please reblog once per blog.

reblog and tag appropriately and you will be added to this list.

#{ hélène bezukhova }#{ natasha; pierre and the great comet of 1812 }#SO LOOK IT UP IN YOUR PROGRAMME ♕ ( out of character )#QUEUE THE WHOLE NIGHT THROUGH ♕ ( queue )

@totheband ♕ a lyrics starter call ( playing nancy; groundhog day )

❝ I learned back in my TEENS, there's no point in protesting. If you look good in tight jeans, that's what they'll want you dressed in. ❞ Hélène is not quite sure what compels her to confess all this to the man.

Perhaps, more than likely, the LONELINESS of the big, bold New York City and the sour, salty taste of failure on her lips as IPPOLIT yet again ended up with the better business deals than she did, when she was more qualified. Nepotism had its limits. Perhaps it is that he is a complete strangers who has no idea WHO she is or of the prestige attached to her name and that she will be able to deny all of this ever happen. Forget about the whole thing come morning.

❝ There are worse roles you can play. ❞ She still adds, before all of this has a chance to turn into INTROSPECTION.

#IN THE LAND OF YESTERDAY ♕ ( modern verse )#totheband #{hopefully this is alright! let me know if not!}

❝ COUNTESS ROSTOVA! ❞ Voice calls out before the name ‘Natasha’ can slip past Hélène’s lips. The familiarity of the nickname, stark against the formal setting they were in, would have been yet another reminder that the young woman is still a CHILD — Youthful, adored by all, society’s newest point of interest.

( And oh, how CRUEL society could be. Cold and heartless, latching on tightly until their brand was encrusted under a person’s skin skin for the rest of their lives. And how Hélène knew this darkness all too well, how she had been just as young and just as pretty as Natasha before, with all her modesty and DISCOMFORT. )

❝ How delightful to see you here. When I was told you had also been invited for tea, I would have almost expected dear Marya Dmitryevna to not let you join us — With ALL the BEST intentions, of course. Your godmother cares for you deeply. ❞ Eyes scan the room past Natalya’s shoulders then, fully expecting the imposing figure of that terrible dragon that was Marya Akhrosimova to push past her goddaughter and cut this conversation short. ❝ Could she have deprived us of her company on this beautiful afternoon? ❞ ( A day where Hélène does not have to interact with the grand dame is perhaps one filled with promises. )

@rostovaas

#rostovaas #THE WAR CAN'T TOUCH US HERE ♕ ( musical )#{hi there! hopefully this works? let me know if not!}

Hélène has never been to New York City before — The city were, supposedly, one could never get lost. ESPECIALLY when you had a working smart phone and the handy maps application open. She had been looking for this restaurant called ORTEGA’S for a good fifteen minutes, however, and could not seem to find it. ( NOT A GREAT LOSS. It did not feel like her type of restaurant at all, but this was one of the place investors had recommended for good take-away with interesting flavours. ) Still, for good measure, the woman turned to one of the passerby with as authentic an apologetic smile as she could muster, despite not feeling apologetic at all.

❝ EXCUSE ME? I know I am intruding, but I have been looking for this restaurant called Ortega’s, and clearly my phone is sending me to the wrong address. You wouldn’t happen to have heard about it, would you? ❞

@dencuement

#dencuement #VANESSA GARCIA ♕ ( dencuement )#IN THE LAND OF YESTERDAY ♕ ( modern verse )#{ me: how can i make this thread sadder? ik mention gentrification}

Hélène had not necessarily fancied visiting television sets until now. It had never been an opportunity she had sought out, much as she might have EASILY been able to do so should she have wanted to, but she figured today could count as a special occasion. Her flight had landed in Los Angeles the day before, and although she was here for her father’s business, business did not start until tomorrow. And she could think of quite a few better activities than sitting idly on a beach just a few meters away from the cold waters of the Pacific ocean. — Hence a series of instagram direct messages between herself and Cooper Anderson, all under the same tone of ‘we should catch up!’ and that PUZZLING kissy face emoji. Cheerful, friendly, available. All things that, in retrospect, did not necessarily apply to Elena Vasilyevna, or at least not in a straight forward way. However, she had met Cooper at a party the last time she had come to LA, had only exchanged with him instagram accounts and parted ways in the way all vague acquaintances do after a long night of loud EDM and excessive drinking.

But Cooper seemed interesting ( or, if not interesting, he seemed entertaining, and always posted eye-catching pictures ), and was the far better prospect than a day alone at the beach, when she knew so little of the city and its surroundings. ❝ You are making my day! ❞ is how she greeted him — An exaggeration, truly, but she was so used to things being that way. ❝ I can only PROMISE I will not intrude on anything you might have to work on. ❞

@dencuement

#dencuement #COOPER ANDERSON ♕ ( dencuement )#IN THE LAND OF YESTERDAY ♕ ( modern verse )#{hopefully this is okay? : D let me know if not! )#alcohol m //

delightfullydroll

…in performance Amber Gray magically becomes the only person in the room, or indeed in all of existence, and you giddily submit to this sublime ascendancy and realize that all is right with the world

- Dave Malloy

#gif warning //#delightfullydroll #FACECLAIM ♕ ( amber gray )#BEAUTIFUL; BARELY CLOTHED ♕ ( faceclaim )

percy ♕

It’s a good thing Hélène seems to expect no PARTICIPATION from Percy other than, of course, her attention; the details of style the other woman finds so offensive are quite lost on Percy. ( At home, color was a simple affair; red and white and neutral browns, accents in brass — or else green deep as the sea and minty grey, if the occasion was a sad one. Up here, the rules seem unending and too often contradictory. ) As Hélène arrives ( at last ) at her conclusion, Percy dips her head and offers, ❝ It did strike me as a rather… unusual combination. Although the particulars of organizing a party are a little beyond me, so I can’t say I thought very much of it. ❞

She has always been most comfortable OUTSIDE. Beneath the bright clear grey of the Glassland sky and sun-bleached scrubland unfolding at her feet, the chilly green of the Fitful Sea to the west… Percy is never content except while walking those fields. ( & it has been so, so long since she last had the chance. ) If things had gone as they should, perhaps she would feel less ill at ease indoors and surrounded by all these people — but if things had gone as they should, of course, she would not be here at all.

But her thoughts are running away from her. She blinks them away with a slight smile. ❝ I haven’t, I’m afraid, had many opportunities to attend parties — or host them — so I suppose I must defer to your judgement. ❞

Bright blue eyes lit up for a split second at the mention that Percy did not organise parties. It was there and then it was gone, replaced by a look of cooler, calmer interest in whatever the other had to say. Truth be told, the concept that someone would NOT be the party-throwing type sounded foreign to her ears ( the people who threw parties had to be recluses, living a life much like her husband’s, she figured — and would rather be spared of that ). Still it gave her something, the beginning of an idea forming in her mind. If Percy looked closely enough, perhaps could she grasp on the train of thoughts of the Countess before she even uttered the words.

❝ You do not organise parties? Oh, but you simply MUST. It would be such a grand affair and could give you quite a bit of leverage and popularity, if done well. ❞ Her tone of voice sounded light-hearted, pleasant, as if she had not made the decision for someone else that they would do something outside of their comfort zone. Really, Hélène did not mean harm — But she hardly knew the person in front of her, and doubted anyone else would. This could be such great distraction for everyone involved.

❝ I would help you, of course. You would only need to say the word, and I can assure you to let you in on quite a few secrets of how to throw a SUCCESSFUL party, who to invite and how to decorate. ❞ Hands clasped together in front of her in gleeful excitement, the kind Hélène reserved for public displays and parties where she had to be the centre of the attention. ❝ Of course, do not sell your tastes short, I am certain they would be more successful than Sofya Antonovna’s. ❞

#inlookingglass #THE RED QUEEN ♕ ( inlookingglass )#{ i'm sorry to percy; hélène now wants a party :') }

ofhalfwaya

amélie found herself preoccupied on her rare free moment at the café de duex moulins. her finger dipped inside the glass, slowly circling around the edge.

- so this is the sound of going round in circles.

@societybound

societybound

❝ EXCUSE ME? Are you alright? ❞ The question is asked accompanied by a tight smile, Hélène sat merely a few feet away from the stranger — bothered as it were by the repeated motions of the women, and somehow intrigued at her weirdly t r a n s f i x e d state. ❝ You look like you could use some CONVERSATION. ❞ And she is alone, abandoned by her brother who had simply not bothered to show up at their hotel since last night.

( So much for exploring the city together. )

#ofhalfway #IN THE LAND OF YESTERDAY ♕ ( modern verse )#{i am the slowest replier ever so please do not feel sorry! :) }#{I'm Matty! and I wish I could say I am better but that'd be a lie; i'm really slow when it comes to writing :') }

dencuement

@societybound ❤’ed for a STARTER

❝ what about this one? ❞ he suggests half-heartedly, nodding his head towards a man making his way across the room. not his type and most likely not helene’s either, but they’ve been here for an hour and not found anything to please them so he’s getting bored. ❝ he looks like he probably cries when he finishes but buys ridiculously expensive champagne. ❞

societybound

Head tilts ever so slightly in the direction indicated by Whizzer — Sleek, discreet. Hélène even goes to take a sip of her own drink ( for good measure ) before putting it back down on the bar and sigh, head shaking ever-so-slightly. ❝ Isn’t he MARRIED? ❞ While it is not necessarily a detail she tended to focus on, it at the very least is yet another thing to add to the list of why this is a terrible idea. Blue eyes go to scan the dimly-lit room cooly, letting its attempt at a smooth atmosphere wash over her. ❝ Is THIS something we want to do tonight, for what it matters? ❞ She is pointing as a group of five people, sitting at the corner booth next to them ( had they been over them already? ) but the meaning of her words are deeper. This is not how she imagined spending one of the few nights she had on American soil to visit a friend.

#IN THE LAND OF YESTERDAY ♕ ( modern verse )#dencuement #WHIZZER BROWN ♕ ( dencuement )#{ hopefully this answers works! }#{ i'm so hyped ?? }#alcohol m //

tryingmother

IF YOU ARE OKAY WITH ICONLESS ROLEPLAYS REBLOG THIS SO YOUR FOLLOWERS KNOW !!

like as much as i love icons and a good psd, sometimes its just tasking to do. and not everyone has great resources. so if you’re okay with having threads with no icons, please reblog this so that people know you’re okay with it. i feel like roleplayers today are too focused on the aesthetics and won’t follow people who use base icons or even none at all. it’s not about icons, but about the writing !!

#IN NINETEENTH CENTURY RUSSIA WE WRITE LETTERS ♕ ( on roleplaying )#QUEUE THE WHOLE NIGHT THROUGH ♕ ( queue )

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