#ofshiraz

[codpieceking]

💬 + codpieces arent cool anymore

What a ridiculous statement. If you were to look at the invasion of Muslim religion into spaces that were previously devote Catholic, you would think that being catholic wasn’t cool anymore. It wasn’t a matter of being cool, he was being classical, traditional, and he would be sure to impress such an idea upon the next person set to attend to his codpiece.

[mihrimahsultan]

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Sex headcanon

!! MIHRIMAH !! IS !! PURE !!

I wish I could do some nsfw head-canons for ya, but Mihrimah knows nothing other than a belly grows and there comes a baby. She is uneducated, and has only ever been offered rumours by the harem who surround her. But, when she does learn and educate herself, Mihrimah will be unstoppable. 

[mihrimahsultan]

scream

scream :   my  muse  hears  your  muse  scream  and  quickly  runs  to  their  side.

The Hotel Saint-Pol was yet alight with festivities. There lay pairs of satin shoes, the scream of luxurious women and the howl of righteous men. Mihrimah shadowed the edge, keeping herself free of admirations or even the soft hand of friendships. Her mind itself was alone, weaving thoughts of what was to come, what was to drink and what there was to eat before she heard the bloodcurdling scream from behind the musical ensemble. A harp, a lute - every instrument swelled around the noise to muffle it from anyone else. With her translator occupied with the Sultan himself, Mihrimah was forced to push forward alone. 

Alone - it was a stance in which Mihrimah could never understand. She had been brought up within the overcoming love of the harem, taught to always assume that love would follow. 

“Merhaba?” She called, before repeating herself in various languages; Arabic, German, Mandarin - before calling in the Persian tongue, another scream bellowing as the Sultana picked up her satin skirts to run the length of the empty hallway. But she did not find the culprit or the mouth that made the scream - yet it remained in her mind, screaming whenever there fell silence. So she kept herself immersed with sound, within those festive halls. Where the brass hit and the woodwinds made music. For Mihrimah could ever be found in silence again, in fear of hearing that bloody scream. 

[hurremx]

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RELATIONSHIP MEME.

FRIENDSHIP.   childhood friends  /  work buddies or coworkers /  family friends (in the beginning)  /  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 .

[tscsarevna]

wound

NSFW-ish MEMES | CLOSED

au: Someone declares war against the Paris Summit, oop

No one could’ve expected the attack on Paris, and so no one was to blame. The attack came from all sides, cornering Paris into a weaving of canon, gunpowder and roaring battle hungry men. Eudoxia had awoken to it, rising from her bed to the cry of her child and the worrying squeal of her ladies. “What is happening?” she called, looking towards the cradle before an explosion was heard from the North. “What is that?” She continued, arms outstretched for her babe, before servants pushed themselves through the door to her chambers.

Before her eyes could adjust to the sudden intrusion, the child was ripped from her arms and taken from her grasp by a wet nurse who promised to take Anastasia to safety. Lips parted to shout, to scream and demand her child back within her arms — but no answer was came, as the room fell in. The debris from the roof cloaked the room in dust

At first, she had forgotten what had happened, at first she felt light and at ease — and then everything hurt, her body suddenly heavier than it had ever been before and her arms all the more empty without her child. “Anastasia-” She gasped as she felt hands roam over her — her eyes remanded closed, her skin alight with pain. “Anastasia, Anastasia — where is she?” Eudoxia called, her effort going into lifting her arms that were promptly pushed back down upon the floor where she lay. Slowly, her lids lifted to look at the person who tended her. Her memory failed her, for she could not decipher the person but her ears hailed as champion — catching the panic, the cries and the bellowing roar of men. “Where is my child?” She called once more, her hand grasping the other's wrist to pause her aid. “Find my child, I beg, tell the Tsar — where is she?” Eudoxia spat, pushing herself up with groans that left her feeling broken and shattered. “Anastasia!”

[alexofaquitaine]

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📏 what’s their posture like?

Being an avid horse ride, Alexandre has excellent posture. It also doesnt help that he regards himself above most people, which is shown in his body language and his general posture. 

[codpieceking]

📝!!!

waiting for the first of the different courts to arrive, but most wish to see the french court. Crara will be happy to see Alexandrina and I look forward to see Lucrezia and to see the rest of her ladies. And see the character of her husband.

May she stay here and bring Crara smiles to visit with family instead of talks of war to reclaim the throne. I wish her well when it comes to her throne, but vengeance plots are not good for peace talks. 

Hmm. I shall talk about gift baskets of sweets to put Alexandrina in a good mood.

[lorenzodemedicl]

☼ - appearance headcanon  //  sent  by  @ofshiraz​

        lorenzo has never been one to ‘dress to impress’ and it isn’t out of inability to do so nor the lacking in the finances to pay for it. he dresses well but practicality has always been favoured in his eyes, especially when he always insists on travelling upon horseback and never in the comfort of a coach, and in florence this is seen as marking him as a man of the people. his father always warned him against building an appearence of a noble man, one looming above his subjects in an ivory tower with his luxurious fabrics and jewels that they could never even hope to own. instead he would dress well and present himself as a man of business, often coloured in medici blue, but with the fabrics of a man with deep pockets when the occasion called for impressing the elite. 

he knows that he must not only say that the medici are servants to florence but they also must appear to be so, for the people to see and not just hear rumours of, this is why he is incredibly careful of the way he presents himself and especially by the way he dresses.