#1642hqintro

[porcelcinarchived]

" 𝒊 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒓𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔 . 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔 𝒊𝒕 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 , 𝒊𝒇 𝒊 𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒊 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 "

( abigail cowen , cis-female , she/her , 24 ) ** ♔ announcing AMELIE HABSBURG ,  THE PRINCESS OF AUSTRIA  ! in a recent portrait they seem to resemble ABIGAIL COWEN . it is a miracle that SHE survived the last five years and for that reason, they are FOR the kingdoms working together. reflecting on them now, they remind me of LEAVING BEHIND A TOKEN OF ILL WILL, THE BITTER TASTE OF REVENGE, ALWAYS A FEW STEPS AHEAD AS THOUGH BEING CHASED BY GHOSTS.  

⊰  𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐬 .

𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞. amelie elisabet louisa habsburg 𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 . ellie, louisa 𝐚𝐠𝐞. 24 , march 30 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨b𝐧. bisexual 𝒕𝒊𝒕𝒍𝒆. princess of austria 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬. eren jaeger ( attack on titan ) , toph beifong ( atla ), violet crawley ( downton abbey )  𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒕𝒔. independent, determined, confident , devoted 𝒏𝒆𝒈𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒕𝒔.  short-tempered , bitter, cynical, arrogant, impulsive

⊰  𝐛��𝐨𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐡𝐲 . ( murder tw , death tw, poison tw, grief tw )

your arms are always stretched out , as if you always wanted to reach for more . yet , back then you only wanted to reach for your brother . small steps quickening as you try to catch up and you get closer, closer, close enough and when you fall . however, tears do not even well up your eyes when he turns around and all you do is smile . you grow up spoiled as one of your status is supposed to be , a little odd but enough that others avoid you . but you do not care, you prefer being alone anyway, hidden away so you cannot be forced to attend your lessons but close enough that you can still watch your siblings . the only people you adore .  you do not dream of anything and sometimes you consider life boring . now when you look back, you wonder if it was your ungratefulness, the act of being too used to comfort and happiness you could not see , that ultimately led to all of this . it is only when you watch your eldest brother trying to grasp onto life so desperately that you suddenly want to live . for him, for your family , for vengeance .  the king is dead but you lost your brother . when rumors about his death surface you believe them because you need to . because you know . your grief is too big and you try to mold it into a purpose . the need to protect your family , the belief that you’ll find peace after you’ve done the same to the murderer of your brother . vengeance has already consumed you , half-eaten the fear of what will become of you after you’re done .

⊰  𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 .

amelie has a pet raven and a crow , simply because she thinks they make her look bold and edgy . she finds delight in her own joke as she called the raven “Krähe” (crow) and the crow “Rabe” (raven) .

she prefers to dress in dark colours , mostly black . she thinks it adds to the whole witchy and scary vibe she’s going for.

she often wears josef’s clothing or when she’s scolding for wearing men’s clothing she wears pieces of it to honor her brother or attempting to cope with his death

amelie is gifted at playing the cello, an instrument she’d chosen because she thought of it as the “darker version” of the violin . back then , she’d often play for her family , choosing the most dreadful pieces she knew of . however, since her brother’s death she’d stopped playing it.

tba

⊰ 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 .

friends : they’ll probably know about her unhinged plans of trying to get revenge . they might support her or prevent her from doing so . maybe , someone who also might pretend to be her friend and help her out ? childhood friend/best friend  spy : someone spying on the polish for her enemies : there are many reasons why someone would not like her exes for drama betrothal : based on this post , someone she’s trying to get rid off someone she gets weapons etc from  someone who teaches her to fight etc

[volitients]

⸻ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑠𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑛 𝑏𝑒𝑡𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓹𝓾𝓵𝓵 𝓸𝓯 𝓰𝓻𝓪𝓿𝓲𝓽𝔂

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( josé ramón barreto, demiboy (amab), he/they, 29)** ♔ announcing EMÍLIO ALMEIDA,  the CROWN PRINCE OF PORTUGAL! in a recent portrait they seem to resemble JOSÉ RAMÓN BARRETO. it is a miracle that HE/THEY survived the last five years and for that reason, they are FOR the kingdoms working together. reflecting on them now, they remind me SUNLIGHT FALLING ON THE SKIN LIKE GOLD, SMILING IN  THE FACE OF ADVERSITY AND THROUGH HARD TIMES, THE THOUGH CHOICE BETWEEN WHAT YOU WISH FOR AND WHAT YOU’RE TOLD TO DO, STROLLS THROUGH FLOWERY GARDEN.  (merle,  he/they,  25,  cet) ** bethroted to the princess of denmark

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BASICS: full name: emílio almeida nicknames: emil, em title: crown prince of portugal gender: demiboy (amab) pronouns: he/they orientation: pansexual / demisexual / panromantic age: 29 date of birth: march 12 place of birth: lisbon, portugal zodiac sign: pisces

APPEARANCE: faceclaim: josé ramon barreto height: 5'7" / 170cm eyes: chestnut hair: dark brown facial hair: light mustache and beard recognizable trait(s): mole on the left cheek scars: /

PERSONALITY: jung type: infj positive traits: optimistic, gracious, empathetic, artistic, mystical negative traits: overly idealist, indecisive, sensitive, spiteful, sarcastic when moody mental health: / physical health: / hobbies: writing, learning instruments, escaping in an imaginary world, enjoying walks in verdant places, sailing, swimming skills: poetry, playing piano, out-of-the-box problem solving, ... religion: /

CONNECTIONS: mother: / father: / siblings: sebastian almeida (brother) bethroted: aurora jakobsen spouse / lover: children: n/a pets: tba best friend: / rival: / crushing on: / nemesis: / other: /

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[svnshone]

( Nurgül Yeşilçay, cis woman, she/her, 46) ** ♔ announcing MIHRIMAH OSMAN,  the HASEKI SULTAN ! in a recent portrait they seem to resemble Nurgül Yeşilçay. it is a miracle that SHE survived the last five years and for that reason, they are FOR the kingdoms working together. reflecting on them now, they remind me of the crisp sound of silk skirts, the glitter of jewels on a necklace, sliding a brush through your child's hair.

name: mihrimah osman title: haseki sultan age: 46 gender: cis woman sexuality: bisexual

you are not born a princess but rather a daughter among a handful of children of a lesser son with a distant uncle has money and station, but your father has little.  you’re barely more than a girl when you enter the harem, a gift for a man you may never meet from an uncle you hardly know. you will get to live in a palace, they tell you. one less mouth for your father feed, they whisper. 

 an odalik for most of your teen years. you wait upon the valide sultan, waiting for the chance to advance higher in the hierarchy of women. the valide sultan is strict yet kind- you learn the way this world works at her feet. 

you become a concubine, a consort, and haseki sultan. you love the sultan, of course you do, and you love the children he gives you even more. 

you expect to live the rest of your life in relative peace, your needs taken care of, your children to dote on. 

then comes the sickness. you pray it does not come into the palace, but with so many people entering and exiting there was no chance of the walls protecting you. so many fall ill, so many fall dead.

but defne, your sweet daughter, your youngest. she is a victim to the seemingly endless sickness. you pray as you have never prayed before. you fall ill from your vigil at her bedside. you recover, she does not.

your child is ripped from you and it hurts- but you must pull yourself together. you have other children to care for. a sultan to help guide.

they call for a peace summit and you are hesitant to go. you must remain strong.

[inactivebcthiswebsitesucks]

Her Royal Highness Princess Marjorie Iona Stuart of Scotland

In the eye of a hurricane When I got one foot in the grave I'll dig my boots into the dirt And face the rolling thunder

I'm five generations of blazing a trail Through barbed wire valleys and overgrown dells I'm barefoot and bareback and born tough as nails Whoa, whoa, whoa

I'm four-fifths of reckless and one-fifth of jack I push like a daisy through old sidewalk cracks Yeah, my kinda crazy's still running its courses with Wildflowers and wild horses

It's in the water in my veins That bread of heaven falls like rain So I'm taken care of either way Make something out of how I'm made Until I hitch a ride on glory's train

I'm barefoot and bareback and born tough as nails - Early Life

To put it simply Marjorie was never born to be a lady. She loved the skirts and pretty dresses that adorned her but her love for the effeminate stopped there. From the moment she could notice the young princess resented the difference with which she and her brothers were treated. Marjorie wanted to learn the dance of swords and how to show a bow. To get muddied exploring the crags and moors. Instead she was held inside. Lessons on needlepoint and how to act like a proper lady. At aged eight she had enough and began sneaking out to the training yards in the dead of night. Wiggling from the warmth of her featherbed she trudged stolen garments in hand to have a go at the training dummies. Her first attempts were hilariously disastrous. It was only after her brother Caelen followed her one night that she began to improve. With his tutelage she began to become adept at both sword and bow. She took hits from him that would leave bruises and welts. When asked about the injuries she would simply claim she fell. Her governess was even fired under suspect of abuse. Once good enough, she would often swap places with her brother William. Disguised as him underneath training armor she would get lessons from the masters at arms themselves. It invigorated and enthralled her. On a good day she earned her little brother praise on his improvements. On a bad her father would be called down to give them both a lashing.

When her eighteenth name day came, she was offered a horse of her choosing as was custom. Rather than choose the dainty Arabian, a true lady's horse, that was presented to her, Marjorie picked out Fargus. A draughty war horse colt. He had been reserved to be a well-respected guard's personal mount, but the princesses insistent meant that Fargus became hers.

When I got one foot in the grave - The Plague Years

Marjorie like many others suffered during the height of the plague. Storms and rains flooded half of the country while the other seemed to war within themselves. Many resented the royal family's privelege and believed that their inner turmoil was to blame for the severe losses suffered by the less fortunate. The princess for her part did what she could. Days would be spent atop Fargus, out hunting for game that might feed the common folk nearest the castle. She could not help the entirety of the country but she was determined to help those within her reach. Often times her return with game was the difference between hunger and starvation. It was during this time that the King met his mistress. Marjorie was fond of her from the moment they met. The mistress was everything that the queen could never hope to be. And when the announcement came of an heir, she celebrated with the kingdom.

Until I hitch a ride on glory's train - Present Day

Marjorie strives to become in a position of power. She wants to be queen. But not just any queen; the queen of most importance. Someone the other queen's will look upon with forced respect

Per what is expected Marjorie has hidden the longsword typically trapped to her hip after the family arrived at the summit. At twenty-eight she was practically an old-maid and in order to secure a betrothal she needed to look the proper lady. Unfortunately her betrothal was decided without her input. It is one she currently resents as she looks to position herself with a better match.

The princess still trains, though now that she is of age and able to command those below her, she has her own personal master at arms. They are her guard and her teacher for though adept at both sword and bow, Marjorie knows that to slip in skill is to die.

She spends her days exploring the land atop Fargus, stopping to engage with the locals and those she deems fit. Spending so much time so far from home has grown weary and she wishes to explore.

Misc. Facts

Many of her dresses are designed with metal work around torso and breasts, protection from a blade

Like many men, Marjorie has frequent affairs. While she doesn't share them with the other kingdoms her family is well aware of her trysts.

She seeks to have a hand in the current politics and uses conversations and the like to better her position and is slowly trying to build up the amount of those loyal to her.

Marjorie carries a dagger strapped to her thigh and is having another made that will fit her hip, the blade made to hide within the folds of her gowns and the hilt designed to appear as jewelry.

Frequently wanders off to wherever she pleases. Wears a bow across her back and long-sword at her hip when outside of the summit. Often goes looking for bandits or trouble to keep herself entertained.

[gustxxssnarchive]

a desk covered in scattered papers. rolled up sleeves. bruised knuckles and a split lip. dark circles caused by sleepless nights. a home engulfed in flames. speaking only when spoken to. stains of red wine. dried blood underneath your fingernails. waiting patiently before you strike. a tear through an old family portrait. avoiding your own gaze in the mirror.

full name: miłowit woźniak age:  34 zodiac sign: gemini gender:  cisman pronouns:  he/him sexual orientation:  pansexual alignment:  neutral evil languages spoken:  polish, russian, english + traits:  charismatic, disciplined, hardworking - traits:  self-serving, dishonest, secretive

cw: murder

you’re  born  unwanted.  it’s  unfortunate,  but  there’s  not  much  to  do  about  it.  you’re  an  accident,  never  meant  to  exist,  yet  you  do.  throughout  your  childhood  it’s  an  unspoken  thing,  the  error  of  your  existence,  but  it’s  undeniable  and  it  affects  your  life  more  than  your  parents  would  ever  care  to  admit.  their  lack  of  love  is  most  tangible,  and  their  raising  of  you  is  ruthless.  for  if  they  are  to  raise  a  child,  he  will  be  a  good  one.  

this  is  what  they  say,  yet  you  are  not.  may  it  be  their  expectations  being  unreasonable  or  that  misfortune  is  written  in  your  stars  and  therefore  out  of  your  control  before  you  even  get  a  chance  to  try,  but  you  cannot  live  up  to  their  demands.  they  grow  to  resent  you,  and  as  a  result:  you,  them.  

you’re  sixteen.  you  hadn’t  done  much  planning  leading  up  to  that  night.  all  you  knew  was  that  you  had  an  overwhelming  sense  that  it  was  either  them,  or  you.  no  one  knows  what  started  the  fire,  nor  why  your  parents  did  not  wake  as  the  flames  engulfed  your  home.  you’re  assured  that  they  passed  sleeping.  you  know  it  not  to  be  true,  what  with  how  difficult  it  is  to  rid  your  hands  of  the  dried  blood  hiding  underneath  your  fingernails;  but  you  bury  this  secret  as  you  bury  what’s  left  of  your  parents,  never  to  speak  of  it,  or  them,  again.

your  neighbors  take  pity  on  you,  and  thus,  they  take  you  in.  you  work  to  compensate  for  the  housing  they  offer.  they  have  friends  in  high  places,  and  this  is  what  lands  you  your  job as a guard at the palace. it's not as prestigious as it may sound, but you're good at it, what with how your eyes are always scanning, mind is always turning through thoughts of what could possibly go wrong next.

you  could  never  have  expected  how  one of the royals  suddenly  turned  your  gaze  soft.  

[oftargaryen]

❛❛   cheng xiù min .  ❜❜   ― ⚜️ ― you left home at such a young age, torn from everything you knew to play the role of wife... bound by marriage and duty to a man you will never love, you will make the perfect queen someday... hushed whispers in the shadows as skin meets skin, is this really worth risking your life? (yes, always)...

BASICS

full name : perrette victoire campbell, née chouinard

name meaning :

perrette : french | “rock, stone”

victoire : french | “victory, conqueror”

chouinard : french | “jackdaw”

campbell : scottish | “crooked or wry mouth”

nicknames : perri, per

epithets : tba

titles : princess of france princess of scotland

gender / pronouns : cis woman / she/her

sexuality : pansexual

date of birth : october 9

age : twenty-six

zodiac : libra

place of birth : palace of versailles, versailles, france

accent : french

languages : french, english, scottish gaelic

APPEARANCE

faceclaim : caitlin stasey

height : 5′1″

eye color : dark brown

hair color : light brown

tattoos / scars : n/a

dominant hand : right

glasses : n/a

MEDICAL.

mental : adhd

physical : n/a

PERSONALITY

positive traits : tba

negative traits : tba

hobbies : horseback riding, tba

RELATIONSHIPS

parents :

king françois chouinard; father [ ## ]

queen linette chouinard; mother [ ## ]

siblings :

dauphin pierre chouinard; elder brother [ 33 ], deceased

crown princess marguerite chouinard; elder sister [ 28 ]

princess utp chouinard; sister [ ## ]

extended family :

duke jean paul chouinard of orleans; paternal uncle [ 40+ ]

king utp campbell; father-in-law cousin [ ## ]

queen utp campbell; mother-in-law [ ## ]

princess utp campbell; sister-in-law [ ## ]

prince utp campbell; brother-in-law [ ## ]

spouse : n/a

crown prince henry campbell; [ 27 ]

lover : n/a

chief killian fraser of clan fraser; [ 33 ]

children : n/a

pets : 

tba [ tba ]

ADDITIONAL INFO.

quick facts :

was sent to scotland at age 13 when her betrothal to the crown prince was announced. this was to prepare her for her future as the queen of scotland.

developed a relationship in her teens with killian fraser despite her betrothal to henry campbell. this would continue in secret until a few days before her wedding when she broke things off to try and commit to her duty as a wife. the split didn't last long, as a couple of months into her marriage she showed up at killian's house after realizing she couldn't bear to be without the man she truly loved.

she's been married to henry for 5 years, and her affair with killian has yet to be discovered.

biography :

feel free to ask me anything, as this is a work in progress.

CONNECTIONS.

connection : details ➢ 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 

[elizabeaufort]

** ♔ announcing AURORA JAKOBSEN, the PRINCESS OF DENMARK ! in a recent portrait they seem to resemble MARGOT ROBBIE. it is a miracle that SHE survived the last five years and for that reason, they are FOR the kingdoms working together. reflecting on them now, they remind me of WARM TEA, THE HARABELL SMELLS, FULL MOON and MOONLIGHT.

basic  information:

FULL  NAME: Aurora Luna Freja Jakobsen

NICKNAME(S):  none

BIRTH  PLACE:  Denmark

BIRTH  DATE:  31, December

AGE:  28

ZODIAC:  Capricorn

PRONOUNS:  She/Her

RELATIONSHIP  STATUS:  Crown Prince of Portugal (BETROTHED)

PERSONALITY:  INFP

CHARACTERS INSPO: ????

👑 bio ish.

tw: death, illness

Luna is a very observant kind of person, since a child, very quiet. Almost didn't talk to people. On the day she was born, there were famous northern lights (aurora borealis) in the sky, and the people were saying the sky was blessed with the visit of the princess, therefore her father named her Aurora.

She was raised to be a queen one day, and since both of her parents passed away she promised herself she would accomplish to be one, one day. Despite she does not have a good relationship with either of them. They were extremely strict, with no sign of love.

She suffers from insomnia, she can't remember one night that she slept well for so long.

Overall, she gets along with all her brothers. She is a chess master.

Her hidden talent is to sing, some people would call her the voice of an angel.

She was overly protected at home, and sheltered, not having much liberty to do certain things like her brothers, but she was satisfied with her 'bubble'. Also very deprived of doing things for being the only girl of her family.

She tries not to get deep into a relationship with anyone, because she knows in one way or another her father or ( since her father passed away ) her brother would find her a betrothal, and she is okay with it (just a matter of a time so she’s enjoying what is last from her solitude). She understands it’s part of ‘deal’, but so far she never fell for anyone.

When the plague came (she fell ill, almost died but miraculously recovered) just like the legend of phoenix, emerging from the ashes. She stayed more indoors, more than she normally used to aggravating even more her agoraphobia (she already had but developed during the time of plague).

She loves swimming in cold waters and doing some physical activity in her spare time.

more to come...

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WANTED CONNECTIONS:

Betrothed (Crown Prince of Portugal): I think these two were engaged for like 6 months more or less, and they never met each other, only by letters since their arrangement was purely political. Since she comes from cold place and he is from somewhere warm, it would be interesting seeing fort of opposites attracts? Slowburn ish, anything really, I'm open to more ideas, and dynamics. Just HMU

Childhood best friends: Any bordering country to Denmark or whatever, perhaps one of the people she confides.

Pen Pals: People she met in their stays in Denmark and got in touch through letters.

Frienemy: Narisa

Crush: Domink

Unlikely friends:

Ride and Die:

[volitients]

⸻ 𝐟𝐥𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐝, 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙖𝙥𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙮 𝙤𝙛 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚

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BASICS: full name: daniel albrechtsen nicknames: dan occupation: personal guard gender: cis-man pronouns: he/him age: 34 date of birth: november 29 place of birth: roskilde, denmark zodiac sign: sagittarius

APPEARANCE: faceclaim: travis fimmel height: 6'0" / 185cm eyes: blue hair: dark blonde facial hair: full beard scars: gash on the left cheek, light scar on the chin and left brow, various scars over the body

PERSONALITY: jung type: estp positive traits: adventurous, energetic, intense, loyal negative traits: blunt, opiniated, impulsive, sarcastic mental health: / physical health: / hobbies: hunting, fishing, riding until sunset, wood carving, enjoying the local gastgronomy skills: horse-riding, proefficiency with many weapons, tactical, good at intimidation, historic knowledge religion: /

CONNECTIONS: mother: / father: / siblings: 3 younger siblings spouse / lover: / friend & protectee: aurora jakobsen children: n/a pets: tba best friend: / rival: / crushing on: / nemesis: /

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[jcdedcrown]

… 𝓷𝓮𝔀 𝓫𝓮𝓰𝓲𝓷𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼

𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚍𝚞𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝒎𝒂𝒆𝒗𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒏𝒆

[porcelcinarchived]

* " 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒂𝒎 𝒊 𝒔𝒖𝒑𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒐 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒏. "

( sarah gadon , cisfemale, she/her, 34 ) ** ♔ announcing ELSA JÖNSSON  THE QUEEN OF SWITZERLAND ! in a recent portrait they seem to resemble SARAH GADON. it is a miracle that SHE survived the last five years and for that reason, they are FOR the kingdoms working together. reflecting on them now, they remind me of CARRYING YOUR HEART ON YOUR SLEEVE, SUNLIGHT BREAKING THROUGH THE NIGHT, WHISPERS OF OLD WOUNDS UPON YOUR SKIN, SECRETS HELD CLOSE TO YOUR HEART.

⊰  𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐬 .

𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞. elsa lorienne jönssen 𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 . risa 𝐚𝐠𝐞. 34 , march 8 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. bisexual 𝒕𝒊𝒕𝒍𝒆. queen of switzerland  𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬. sybil crawley ( downton abbey ), katara ( atla ), gilbert blythe ( anne with an e ) 𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒕𝒔.  compassionate, caring, altruistic, diligent  𝒏𝒆𝒈𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒕𝒔.  non-confrontational, fanciful, indulgent, mealymouthed

⊰  𝐛𝐢𝐨𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐡𝐲 .

☾ when you’re born, you know nothing but love. you’ve inherited your father’s smile and the softness of your mother’s love. you’ve always considered it a blessing but as you discover the cruelty of the world, you ask yourself, perhaps you’ve been better off if you never knew kindness.

☾  despite of growing up as the oldest, elsa knew nothing but love. although her parents’ marriage was one out of convenience, they were the exception of the rule and truly adored each other. they always wanted the best for their children and although they might have been strict at times, elsa knew that they only were when they needed to be.

☾ that’s why, she’d always been obedient. she knew that her parents only wanted the best for her and that she grew up with many privileges. her parents were known to be very charitable and elsa would often come with them, helping whenever it was needed and sometimes sneaking into their private libraries to get to know more ways to help each other.

☾ when her mother died, elsa felt like she had to take over the role of her mother. her father was broken at every heartbeat, her siblings still in need of a motherly figure. it wasn’t easy and sometimes she’d wish she could just be that little girl again asking her mother for help.

☾ she dreamed of doing more in life than simply becoming a wife. she wanted to help others wherever she could. but when her father told her that she’d marry, she knew that she had to prepare herself for her future duties. and perhaps sacrificing her own dreams was the most she could ever do. 

☾  truth to be told, even when she married into the swiss family, she still wore rose coloured glasses. for that reason, she expected her marriage to be as perfect as her parents’. however, reality would break her heart and her expectations and she never felt lonelier in her life.

☾ she tried everything she could, to be understanding and patient but as time passed she found herself more isolated and would end up traveling a lot and to distract her mind and heart. 

☾ she ended up seeing her personal guards more often than the king and the distance between her and her husband appeared to be even bigger. her heart was lonely and longing for a love that didn’t exist in her marriage, and when she found out about her pregnancy she knew that it wasn’t the king’s child.

☾ however, she couldn’t bring herself to speak the truth. more afraid of what would happen to her child when what happen to herself. she knew she committed a sin and that she had to live with it forever.

[gustxxssnarchive]

picking petals off a rose. paintbrushes covered in dried paint scattered across a desk. that moment you realise the sun is setting. writing letters by candlelight. a dandelion wish planting weeds across your yard. saying you're sorry while continuing to repeat the same mistakes. losing track of time. always waiting for more.

stats.

full name:  magnus windsor age:  twenty six zodiac sign:  libra birthday: october 6th gender:  cis  man pronouns:  he/him sexual  orientation:  pansexual alignment:  chaotic neutral languages  spoken:  english, norwegian, swedish, danish + traits:  charming, romantic, creative - traits:  inattentive, impatient, obsessive

biography.

tba but here are a few things to get started !!!

little painter guy

hopeless romantic with So Much Love to give!!!

don't be boring when you talk to him bc he'll drift off and start making like grocery lists in his head or something

will absolutely forget your name seconds after you've said it

spoiled and takes things for granted but he doesn't realise it so that means he's perfect and no one is allowed to tell him otherwise 😚

[porcelcinarchive]

* " 𝒊, 𝒕𝒐𝒐, 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒚 𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 . "

( davika hoorne, cis-female, she/her, 31 ) ** ♔ announcing narisa rinaldi,  the queen of italy ! in a recent portrait they seem to resemble davika hoorne. it is a miracle that she survived the last five years and for that reason, they are against the kingdoms working together. reflecting on them now, they remind me of leaving behind a token of ill will, the raw instinct to survive, a tear through an old family portrait, a task too difficult to bare .

⊰  𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐬 .

𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞. narisa rosina rinaldi 𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 . risa 𝐚𝐠𝐞. 31 , september 13 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. bisexual 𝒕𝒊𝒕𝒍𝒆. queen of italy 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬. mary crawley, evelyn hugo, emily gilmore 

𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒕𝒔. dutiful, loyal, persuasive, independent 𝒏𝒆𝒈𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒕𝒔.  insensitive, aloof, deceiving, sarcastic

⊰  𝐛𝐢𝐨𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐡𝐲 . ( tw illness, miscarriage )

☾ you’re the first born, your name paving your way to greatness and yet your bones are too fragile, breaking under the weight of expectations and a not so certain fate. 

☾ when narisa opened her eyes to the world no one expected her to live. she was weak, a word only reserved for outsiders but at least she barely cried at all.

☾ her childhood floats in a fog, alone. muted and fuzzy. most of her time were spend in bed, her sickness treated as an inconvenience to her duties, the expectations still the same.. her father only ever spoke to her when he asked her about her studies, his eyes mostly clouded by disappointment. and sometimes she’d believe that it’d begun since her birth.

☾ the doctors called it a miracle when her health improved, however she considered it a result of determination and perhaps the answer to her prayers. she’s determined to prove that her birth wasn’t sheer luck but that she was born lucky. 

☾ yet, being tied by her illness somehow rendered her as odd. when speaking to others her age she doesn’t know what to say, sharing the same language of cruelty as her family did. she’s blunt, insensitive and sometimes cruel but she doesn’t know better. she’s alone again.

☾ as she becomes older and wiser, she learns how to use her words, twist them to her advantage while keeping a facade made out of stone. she’s known to be detached, calculated but she’s also known for her abilities, her intelligence and perhaps that’s what made her fit to be queen.

☾ she only wants the best for italy and she doesn’t mind making sacrifices but she didn’t know that she’d need to sacrifice her own body. her pregnancy was kept a secret to the public and so was the fact that she had a miscarriage. that she’d never be able to provide an heir. she felt like that helpless child again when the doctor told her that her body was too weak, the birth of another baby probably ending with her death. 

☾ when the plague hits italy, again all she can do is watch her country fall to shambles. yet, she doesn’t want the kingdoms to work together, she doesn't wants to rely on anyone else and believes that the root of their problems must be fixed first without any influence of outsiders and promises that can be easily broken.

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[cfprinces]

“  you’re  not  as  discrete  as  you  may  think,  ”  he  announces,  voice  echoing  through  the  large  room  as  he  drops  his  pen  against  the  grain  and  leans  back  into  his  chair,  never  looking  into  their  direction.  he’d  been  attempting  to  compose  a  letter  for  what  felt  like  an  eternity  and  had  failed  miserably  every  time.  a  few  sentences  would  be  written  only  to  be  scribbled  out,  paper  wadded  and  tossed  onto  the  ground  next  to  where  he  sat.  nothing  felt  quite  right  so  maybe  no  word  was  better  than  the  wrong  ones. “  curious,  are  you?  ”

[coroahq]

( giovana cordeiro, cis female, she/her, 27) ** ♔ announcing ELEANORA "NORA" JÖNSSON,  PRINCESS OF SWITZERLAND! in a recent portrait they seem to resemble GIOVANA CORDEIRO. it is a miracle that SHE survived the last five years and for that reason, they are FOR the kingdoms working together. reflecting on them now, they remind me of  GREAT AMBITION HIDDEN BEHIND AN ALOOF FACADE, PERFECT HAIR AND AN EVEN BETTER REPUTATION, ORNATE GOWNS AND LUXURIOUS JEWELRY .

Eleanora, named after her adoptive mother's sister, was born in a distant land far from the kingdom of Switzerland. Tragedy struck her family when she was just a toddler, as a devastating earthquake ravaged their homeland. In the chaos that ensued, Eleanora's parents, whom she barely remembers, were lost, and she was left orphaned and alone.

News of the earthquake reached the compassionate ears of the Swiss king and queen, who immediately sent aid to the affected region. Among the rescue efforts, they discovered the young Eleanora, frightened and in desperate need of care. Touched by her plight, they decided to bring her back to their kingdom and raise her as their own.

Eleanora's transition into her new life was not without challenges. The memories of her parents and the trauma of the earthquake lingered within her, causing her to be initially withdrawn and reserved. The king and queen, recognizing the pain she carried, surrounded her with love and understanding, allowing her to heal at her own pace.

As time passed, Eleanora found solace in the beauty of the Swiss countryside, with its tranquil lakes and lush green valleys. Nature became her sanctuary, a place where she could connect with her innermost thoughts and find peace. It was during these quiet moments that she felt a stirring within her, as if the spirit of Aphrodite, the goddess of love and beauty, whispered secrets of charm and grace into her heart.

Eleanora's transformation began subtly. She discovered a natural talent for creating art, particularly intricate portraits capturing the essence of love and affection. With each stroke of her brush, her shyness melted away, replaced by a blossoming confidence and a desire to share her unique perspective with the world.

Her newfound artistic prowess soon attracted attention from the royal court and beyond. The vibrant colors and the genuine emotion emanating from her creations captured the hearts of those who beheld them. Her charm was not confined to one gender; she effortlessly enchanted both men and women with her magnetic presence. Her beauty, both outward and inward, radiated a warmth and authenticity that drew people towards her like moths to a flame.

When in the company of men, Nora's grace and charm had a transformative effect. With a single smile, she could melt the most stoic of hearts and ignite a fire of passion within them. Her genuine interest in their stories and opinions made them feel seen and valued, allowing them to open up and share their deepest desires and vulnerabilities. Eleanora possessed an uncanny ability to make every man she encountered feel like a hero, a cherished soul worthy of love and adoration.

Similarly, Nora had an enchanting effect on women. Her nurturing spirit and genuine empathy created an environment of trust and camaraderie. Women felt comfortable confiding in her, knowing that their secrets were safe within her gentle embrace. Eleanora celebrated the beauty and strength of her fellow women, inspiring them to embrace their own unique qualities and recognize their inherent worth. She encouraged them to embrace self-love, to honor their dreams and passions, and to never settle for anything less than true, authentic love.

Nora reveled in the joy of love itself. She understood that love transcended mere romantic notions, encompassing friendship, familial bonds, and self-love.

[gustxxssnarchive]

freshly cut grass covered in drops of dew. the scent of lavender. empty flower pots filling up a shed. a deep longing for something you can never get back. a half empty bottle of wine. sleeping in. cat hairs covering a knitted sweater. a wedding ring kept on, despite.

full name:  manouel nunez age:  thirty two zodiac sign:  virgo gender:  cis  man pronouns:  he/him sexual  orientation:  "heterosexual" occupation: gardener alignment:  lawful neutral languages  spoken:  portuguese, spanish, english + traits:  compassionate, gentle, playful - traits: detached, obsessive, pessimistic

biography.

tw: death

you're adopted by a loving couple unable to conceive, and you're loved as your own. your upbringing is nothing remarkable, your mother a seamstress and your father a farmer, but you're in good capable hands and your parents look at you like you're the meaning of life despite the fact that you're very average, at best. as soon as you learn to walk you're following your father around on the farm, petting animals and examining brightly coloured crops with your small hands. when you're old enough to be of actual use, you make sure you are. the older you get, the more you find yourself drawn to growing crops and plants, finding that you have a knack for helping things grow and even thrive in your parents' back yard.

time passes. you grow up, your parents grow old. you land yourself a job as a gardener. you meet a woman with whom you fall in love, and before you even have time to think about what's going on, you're married and she's with child. you're to become a father and you can hardly wait.

then, the plague. it comes and goes, and takes your wife and unborn child with it. what you thought your life would become is no longer an option. no matter how you pray to join them, you survive without even as much as a cough - and somehow, for some ruthless reason unbeknownst to you, life goes on; though at this point, you're more of a spectator than a participant.

[girlqveen]

( maia mitchell, cis female, she/her, 27 ) ♔ announcing CARMEN LEON, THE QUEEN OF SPAIN ! in a recent portrait they seem to resemble MAIA MITCHELL. it is a miracle that SHE survived the last five years and for that reason, they are AGAINST the kingdoms working together. reflecting on them now, they remind me of spirited debates, never taking no for an answer, confidence that could kill, breaking curfew.

stats.

𝐢. carmen never expected to rule. not only because she was second in line and always anticipated her older brother to produce heirs that would inevitably take her place in the line of succession —— but after doctors diagnosed her with circular insanity ( bipolar ) when she came of age, she was under the assumption a rule under her name was forfeit. 

𝐢𝐢. except it wasn’t, as when news of her brother’s death reached her and she was put ahead of her younger brother, a mere sixteen years old, and coronated in the eyes of god and sworn to by all the nobility of madrid. however, this didn’t guarantee her obedience. while she was a wily child, everyone had put too much faith into believing she would change when a crown sat upon her head.

𝐢𝐢𝐢. she often escaped the palace and went wandering around the city despite the risk of infection lingering after the initial wave of the illness swept through europe. she enjoyed shows at dirt poor taverns, drank like she had something to prove to the peasant folk, and danced in ways that were not taught to her by her instructors. 

𝐢𝐯. it wasn’t until she was informed of a council taking place in switzerland that she was forcibly locked inside her chambers so she wouldn’t try and escape that as well, even though everyone knew she would remain a contrarian and likely serve no one any favors at the gathering. but as long as they can say they managed to transport the new and rebellious queen of spain across two countries without any incident —— they’re fairly confident everything else may fall into place the way it was meant to, for the better of their kingdom.