#old manor

[natalieina]

Roses of the Nightmare

They did not grow in any garden — they were cultivated in the silence between heartbeats.

Each petal remembers a touch that was never meant to be gentle.

And if you listen closely, beneath their velvet it is not the wind that whispers, but what remains after the dream is gone.

Model - Natalia.

Crown - Mostoryfairy.

Dress - Magic mirror.

Necklace - RedSelena.

Location - Roden manor.

Bouquet by me.

Natalie Ina Photography.

March 2026.

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[puckpacks]

🪾 ; OLD MANOR / MANSION THEMED AST [alternate system terms]

/pt: old manor / mansion themed ast (alternate system terms). end pt/

GENERAL /pt: general. end pt/

system : manor, mansion sisasystem : parlour alter/headmate : ghost, resident body : estate innerworld : loft, courtyard dormant : lost in the attic fused : woven in cobwebs fronting : haunting the graveyard, tending to the estate front - space : graveyard fragment : shattered painting

ROLES /pt: roles. end pt/

host : home - owner co - host : butler protector : knight, servant persecutor : gravedigger gatekeeper : groundskeeper holder : treasure chest

MISCELLANEOUS /pt: miscellaneous. end pt/

split date : day of passing, move - in day system collapse : departure

external pt version + pack masterlist: here.

requested by @abandonedknowledge

[velvetsurrender]

Sunday morning walk

Crisp air filling my lungs, best way to wake up. 🍂

[suis0u]

Working on my current WIPs.

[lightghts]

Meggie Folchart | source

[ladyazura-xo]

𝔄𝔫𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔡𝔞𝔶 𝔥𝔞𝔰 𝔭𝔞𝔰𝔰𝔢𝔡 𝔚𝔦𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔞𝔫𝔰𝔴𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔬 𝔤𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔱 𝔮𝔲𝔢𝔰𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫.. 𝔚𝔥𝔢𝔫 𝔢𝔫𝔬𝔲𝔤𝔥 𝔴𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔟𝔢 𝔢𝔫𝔬𝔲𝔤𝔥? 𝔚𝔦𝔩𝔩 ℑ 𝔪𝔞𝔨𝔢 𝔞𝔪𝔢𝔫𝔡𝔰? 𝔚𝔦𝔩𝔩 ℑ 𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯 𝔨𝔫𝔬𝔴 𝔥𝔬𝔴 𝔱𝔬 𝔢𝔰𝔠𝔞𝔭𝔢..? 𝔖𝔱𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔬𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔠𝔯𝔬𝔰𝔰𝔯𝔬𝔞𝔡 𝔊𝔦𝔳𝔢𝔰 𝔪𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔠𝔥𝔦𝔩𝔩𝔰 𝔑𝔬 𝔡𝔯𝔲𝔤 𝔠𝔞𝔫 𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔳𝔦𝔡𝔢 𝔐𝔶 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔱 𝔦𝔰 𝔯𝔢𝔰𝔱𝔩𝔢𝔰𝔰, ℑ 𝔡𝔦𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢 𝔢𝔣𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔱𝔩𝔢𝔰𝔰 𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔱.. 𝔗𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔦𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔩𝔦𝔱𝔶 𝔒𝔣 𝔪𝔶 𝔪𝔦𝔫𝔡 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔰𝔬𝔲𝔩.. 𝔜𝔢𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔱𝔯𝔞𝔤𝔢𝔡𝔶 𝔪𝔞𝔶 𝔬𝔠𝔠𝔲𝔯 𝔰𝔬𝔬𝔫, 𝔖𝔦𝔫𝔠𝔢 𝔣𝔩𝔬𝔴𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔦𝔪𝔢 𝔠𝔞𝔫 𝔠𝔩𝔬𝔰𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔡𝔬𝔬𝔯𝔰.

𝔄𝔷𝔲𝔯𝔞

[openmindfordifferentviews]

[alexandrarosa]

Notre Dame, Notre Patrimoine by Leon Noel

Song · 3:12 · 2020

Listen to this song if you want to feel like an aristocratic wife living with your intelligent husband in an old manor, dancing with him slowly in a small library after all your guest had gone to beds. It’s dark outside and only a great chandelier is lighting up the room.

There are books surrounding you and a black fortepiano is standing by the window. You’ll soon go to bed and talk about ancient literature. It’s going to rain.