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𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴  𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃

                                                𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨  𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐒

𝗂𝗇𝖽. & 𝗌𝖾𝗅. 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗇𝖺 𝗌𝗆𝗒𝗍𝗁 𝖻𝖺𝗋𝖻𝗈𝗌𝗌𝖺 / / 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇

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finally back from my disney trip and got the prettiest photo of everyone’s favorite ride on its 50th birthday 🩷

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hello it's me at the end of my hectic semester :) quick q for my writing partners, is it cool if i start to roll out some replies during this month? just like this post, reply if you want, or, if you feel so inclined, send me a dm! i'd love to hear how y'all are doing :)

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hi y'all!!! popping in just to give the typical fall semester post that my activity is going to be pretty low on this blog and all of my others. i'm a full time student with more hours than i'm supposed to have, working a part time job, and completing hours for my degree at placements along with all the fun extracurricular stuff.

basically i'll try to pop in when i'm able to, but it's typically kinda low activity for a bit. i do have muse for my horatio blog @hcrnblwer if anyone wants to do some fun nautical rp, but just be aware i won't be the fastest at replying!

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Forugh Farrokhzad, from "Border Walls" D. H. Lawrence, from The Rainbow

Jean-Paul Sinibaldi (1857-1909), Salammbo (details)

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IT’S MY BIRTHDAAAAAAY!!!! 🥳🥳🥳🥳

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hey age of sail & potc buddies :) if you're interested in having your muse interact with an incredibly socially awkward often seasick british navy man who's somehow miraculously great and capable at his career, follow me at @hcrnblwer it's still very much under construction but i would love to talk about potential dynamics with our muses to create threads & also help me form my interpretation of him! just know that h.oratio is definitely a test muse so any small interactions i can get would be great :) , dm me here or there if you want to talk writing!

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i love him

[fripperiesandfobs]

Robe à la française, 1750′s, altered 1780′s

From the V&A

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[alinastarkovdaily]

SHADOW AND BONE | 2.01 No Shelter But Me

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coming back from my trip today!! if you’re so inclined, check out my starters tag and send me some prompts <3

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Safia Elhillo, from Home Is Not a Country; “Baba”

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[emmrichvolkaryn]

WARDROBE APPRECIATION

show: shadow and bone episodes: season 1, episodes 1 & 2 character: alina starkov

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JESSIE MEI LI as ALINA STARKOV Shadow and Bone | S02E02: Rusalye (2023)

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@starsmapped: CARINA SMYTH BARBOSSA.

oh. oh. she really has made a mess. Esmeralda wipes up the lifeblood dripping down her chin with a middle finger and licks it clean, then sets to the twin wounds at her throat. she cannot help the stifled moan that escapes the back of her throat, the lady's pulse jumping at her tongue, begging her to drink a little more. she mustn't. she mustn't. Miss Smith is so small and precious ... it is a wonder such a body has accommodated such a great thirst.

❝  Carina, mi querida, mi estrella ...  ❞

once her neck is unmarred by the stain of blood, and the bite reduced to only two faint pricks in the skin, does the creature withdraw her tongue ... but not her lips, not her nose, which takes in the scent of her as greedily as if she'd not had a DROP. she tastes like starlight. like the vast expanse of a freshwater lake teeming with life. like the petal of a flower sighing its first scent of spring. like love.

❝  say you are alright. say you forgive me.  ❞

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her heartbeat races at a ruthless speed, pulsing against her throat with violent abandon. the warmth of crimson blood against skin lasts for only a moment before it is eagerly consumed, as if she is the finest of culinary masterpieces. Carina responds in quiet hums and moans, occasional ever so soft pleas of desire; what semblance of her mind that is left struggling to determine how she can derive pleasure from such sharp pain.

for each drop desperately given, she sees a hundred stars in her blurring vision. as the warmth dissipates from her throat, her eyes reveal to her a NIGHT SKY that is all her own, her own constellations, the creation of a UNIVERSE conjured from the loss of her essence. if she felt she could move her trembling hand, her fingers would dare to grasp at the SPARKLING TREASURES, but purred endearments and requests pull her away from her stars.

❝  yes.  ❞

searching to anchor herself in reality, a shaking finger lands onto Esmeralda's shoulder, a reminder that she is no longer FLOATING in her constellations, that she did indeed plead for the lady to feast upon her, to quench her THIRST.

❝  yes, yes , i forgive you a thousand times over.  ❞

she blinks herself out of her UNIVERSE, not quite present, her mind lost in the fog, enraptured in a delirium of bliss.

❝  i saw stars, Esmeralda, my very own stars.  ❞