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nikita.

“I’ve been asked to dance at least a dozen times, since dinner…I’m not certain whether I should be flattered, or insulted that it’s clear I’m in my fifties. –Either way I feel quite the belle of the ball,” he drawls. @hshqstarters​

           ‘   and how would you feel about being asked a dozen and one times ?   ’ the man doesn’t look a day over forty-seven, and cas briefly wonders if he’s ever gotten a dose of botox. ‘   you have nice skin. b t dubs. that means by the way.   ’ feels like a samaritan introducing slang to the older generation. 

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ana maría.

“Oooh, this is a good one,” Ana María’s ears perked up as the next song came on, turning to the person beside her. “Do you want to dance with me? I promise you won’t get ‘worst dancer’. I’m very good at leading.” @hshqstarters​​

          he’ll take her word for it — he popped an extra melatonin last night and had a wack dream soundtracked by the baby shark trap remix that’s bled into his waking hours. it’s literally all he can hear. ‘   actually i’m looking to get worst dancer. being the best at anything is overhyped. so how about you let me lead and that way you’ll look phenomenal in comparison if being the best is your thing, and i have a chance at the getting the razzie award for worst dancer alive.   ’ 

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anastazya.

SHE CAN ALWAYS COUNT ON CASIMIR TO MAKE HER FEEL WORSE.   “ hey ! ”   that earns him a light whack on the arm. ana could argue that it’s THEIR thing, considering he’s all of their fathers, and casi and bea are living together and all. but he’s right about one thing :   they’re not on the best terms, and it’s something she has to work through. even if ana did nothing wrong.   “ jesus, casimir, ”   eyes narrow in his direction, not finding him humorous. is it too late to send him back to poland ?   “ how is daria ?   i wish she could be with us. ”   she’s better off at home, but the youngest sobrieski really ought to get out more.

            cas takes note of her frown, a set line that briefly pinches him with a pang of guilt. he doesn’t know how to get on her level, the seriousness, so he doesn’t try — so he grins instead, a big one lighting all of his face. ‘   have you missed me ? it seems like you missed me. i can just tell.   ’ cas obnoxiously encroaches on her space, wriggling closer on the sofa. ‘   not good. she started saying poggers unironically. and i know she thinks she’s cooler than me which makes her officially lame now.   ’

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george.

“ her poor back, ” george tuts, shaking his head as tania is carried away. “ thanks for correcting me. this journey of unlearning has been really hard for me, you know, as an animate being. luckily tania doesn’t seem the type to get offended. but are you embarrassed of her? is that what this is about? because that’s no way to treat a real lady. ” george runs his fingers through his hair. “ yeah, why. does it make my head look big? ”

         ‘   she’s so brave ...   ’ he blows her a last kiss for now, watching the box withdraw into the place with the mover. ‘   you’re so very welcome. not embarassed per se, but you know me — it always take me a bit to make it official. we’ll get there though, i have no doubt.   ’ told with a disconcerting sincerity that could win him an academy award, tania — named five minutes ago, is now his favourite figment of imagination. that is, until he gets distracted, eyeing george’s hair to head proportions. ‘   no, this whole,   ’ casi gestures to george’s being, ‘   thing you’ve got looks stupidly perfect. b-b-b-oring.    ’

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anastazya.

“ BEATRIX DOESN’T KNOW ANYTHING YET. ”   five minutes into her hellos and how are yours, it feels like a good time to bring it up.   “ about tata. it might sound better coming from you—we’re not really on the best of terms right now. ”   anastazya says it just to say it, already knowing casimir won’t be bringing it up to bea. delivering the family bad news seemed to be an informal job for her.   “ i’m going to, just be mindful. how is he doing, by the way ? ”     @casisobieski​​

           casi pouts his lips and squints — concentrates so hard that any surprise sinks into the indent that scores the space between furrowed brows, as though he’s lost in thoughtful contemplation rather than jostled by the information. ‘   that’s embarrassing. for her. imagine being in the dark on something like that. couldn’t be me.   ’ he shudders at the thought of being in bea’s position, then winces at the idea of him trying to tell bea that their tata is —- yeah, no way. ‘   but at this point that’s kind of your guy’s thing. not being on the best of terms.   ’ relieved of the responsibility, he gives her shoulder a supportive squeeze. ‘   you’ve got this. he’s like, he’s not ... i don’t know, he’s not like, shitting himself or anything.   ’ he shrugs, tapping his foot against the plush carpets like he’s trying to ground himself after getting the spins. ‘   if bea doesn’t know, daria definitely doesn’t. you should tell her too. while you’re at it.   ’

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george.

“ cash mula, you little prick. took you long enough. ” he glances at the large box being picked up by two moving men. “ is that your sex doll in there? i know we’re in the prairies but fucking hell. ”  @casisobieski​​​​

           '   you can say you missed me — -    ’ and he’s about to give the fucker a long overdue hug, that is until, ‘   tania ? tania, don’t listen to him.   ’ he calls out, and the moving man’s step stutters slightly before he realizes, or decides that cas is joking. ‘   great. i’m definitely in the doghouse now. i didn’t want to take it public yet, so she’s been practicing contortion for five weeks just to fit in that box. for future reference the politically correct term is inanimate pleasure partner.   ’ cas squints slightly. ‘   did you cut your hair ?   ’

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&&. announcing his royal highness, ( casimir marek sobieski ), the ( 26 ) year old ( prince ) of ( poland ). he is often confused with ( evan mock ). some say that he is ( obstinate and unhelpful ), but he is actually ( inquisitive and unconventional ).

hellooooo :’) stumbles in with my luggage strewn everywhere..running around like a headless chicken <3 im tasha im so so super excited to be here and if u’d like to plot my ims r open or we can def do discord if u’d prefer - i look forward 2 writing w everyone !!

basics.

name: casimir marek sobieski nickname: cas or casi ethnicity: polish and filipino  age: twenty-six birthday: april 11th, 1996 sun and moon: aries sun aquarius moon gender and pronouns: cis male, he/him sexual orientation: bisexual  title: prince of poland education: swiss boarding/int’l school (11-18), university of sorbonne (18-25) languages: english, tagalog, cibuano, thai (poorly but he’ll say he’s fluent), french.

bio.

cas remembers when he was small very well — a rambunctious tot, he was always running into the arms of someone who adored him: whether they were paid to to not. staff would crack a smile before straightening his collar and sending him on his way. the general public fawned over him, back when his cheeks were still full and softened by baby fat, and all he had to was look cute. he was perfectly delighted to do so. wedged between his sisters, he basked in the shade they unwittingly give him and got used to not being scrutinized.

so he thinks it’s pretty sad, that he never got his fair share of childhood. that his hair always got cut too close to the scalp even though he wanted to wear it long, and that he used to be able to come in from the garden with muddy knees without getting a telling off, in fact his mother was even sometimes endeared. he doesn’t know exactly when it turned to exasperation, only that it did — and he got away with much less, almost nothing. though a sharp, eidetic memory doesn’t let him be whipped into shape and written over with the rites of royalty, all the niceties and modesty. because he remembers five years old and six, seven and eight too well. he remembers nine years old and ten, all the years he was allowed to be a kid. so at eleven it feels downright oppressive for it to be taken from him.

it doesn’t take long for him to shipped off to boarding school. one day at home he’s running down the glossed, wooden floors in his socks when he falls and breaks his wrist. the end of his bedrest is rewarded by his parents telling him he’ll be attending a prestigious all-boys school in switzerland. it was a blessing in disguise, with the range of extracurriculars the school provided and a forgiving grading system, he was well-occupied within the insular borders of the campus and more importantly, never felt the need to act out at any family/political gatherings he had to attend. the public ogled at the glimpses they got of him, on the right track to grow into someone like his older sister, anticipating it.

without the last strictures of boarding school, university is where he thrives. it’s also where he falls out of favour with the public and his parents alike, a favour he never really knew he had to begin with (he can’t fathom how anyone could form an opinion on him through posing for pictures). stubborn to a fault, cas will only ever believe that he’s living, and it’s not his fault if other people find it offensive. he enrols in university as a part-time student, and over the course of seven years and three summer abroads he graduates. he always shows up when he’s called back home, he’s never missed an appearance, even if he has to board a jet still drunk. some months after he graduates his father calls him back. casi half expects to be greeted with a congratulatory party on his long overdue graduation. instead, his father has a wish, a request, a dying one at that, that sends him packing. he enrols in the program partly for his father, and partly because he’s got nothing else going on.

personality.

he’s significantly more chipper when he’s intoxicated, so his cockiness isn’t as irritating as it is when he’s sober. quite self-concerned, and has a sort of smile where you don’t know if it’s going to break out into a laugh that’s at you or with you. sometimes hard to discern whether he’s joking or not, will debate with you then drop it the next second if something else catches his attention (a grumble in his stomach, a bird outside), makes pretty snap-judgements but is never intentionally cruel, he’s quite easy to get along with but can be intense, but it’s really nothing to be scared of. a bit of a contrarian for giggles!

headcanons. (some are vaguely nsfw but nothing graphic!)

has never overtly had a scandal, like he was never caught outright doing drugs or having sex etc but the energy that he carries implies that he would be the type of person who would do that. so it’s very easy to NOT give him the benefit of the doubt when he’s pictured in potentially compromising situations.

studied a variety of subjects, would literally go to any class that seemed interesting but settled, maybe in his fourth year or so, taking mostly philosophy and sociology classes. one of his first tik tok’s was just him being like ‘you can literally just walk into any class, professors don’t care, they don’t take attendance after the first week.’ a notorious replier to comments, a troll, plays dumb when he gets hate comments very ‘you wanna fuck me so bad it makes you look stupid’ energy. really enjoyed university but definitely because he had the luxury of taking it at his own pace and taking sometimes, semester-long breaks, in between summer abroads. 

always feels as though he gets roped into doing business when he’s home in poland which has made him pretty averse to going home other than when he was called to which is a shame because he knows there’s so much to poland than through the lens he’s sees it in and genuinely knows he’s actually a pretty big family guy because whenever he visits family in the philippines he literally never wants to leave.

a non-exhaustive list of scandals that he will say are not scandals at all: attended london fashion week and these were his looks, posted a replica of this exact picture on his insta (which has everything you’d find on a finsta) but he’s reading the rise and fall of the great powers, an insane amount of instagram lives where he’s just vibing to music while in a taxi on the way to dinner or on a plane back home, says ask me questions then replies to like two of them, 24 hour charity twitch stream raising funds for threatened and endangered sea creatures where he sat in the tub in his boxers but when he got out to get the sushi he ubereat’d his boxers stuck to his pee pee which resulted in a tumblr post like this which gained far too much traction, also people thought him eating sushi was a bit insensitive. lastly, a weekend-long art exhibit entitled ME, with was a room consisting of old televisions with him doing what could only be construed as salacious acts on them - one tv with a video of him snorting an unidentifiable white powder, every tv has a piece of masking tape on it and written on this one is: THIS IS NOT COCAINE. another tv with really zoomed in on a dick with a hand around it, the masking tape says: THIS IS NOT MY PENIS. etc etc. (and it wasn’t but he never divulged that because that’s the whole point of the exhibit but admittedly also what probably sent his father over the edge).

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robert pattinson, on his consistent lies // david lynch // will wood, on his fake daughter // kurt vonnegut // tumblr user intactics

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