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some girls put flowers in their hair, but hers had bullets instead of buds. some girls put polish on their nails, but hers had crimson stains instead. some girls cover their bodies in silk, but hers had scattered constellations instead. some girls smile with pearls lining their mouths, but hers had sharpened steel instead.

watch as she strangles Fate with her bare hands and says, “I win.” | l.w. (via marigvld)

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Keira Knightley as Anna Karenina - 2012

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Kitty is of the heavens, an angel. | Anna Karenina (2012) dir. Joe Wright

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Marie Antoinette + costumes (35/56)

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Tessa Gray, The Infernal Devices

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i am SWAMPED with homework,,, honestly i’m not going to sleep tonight

but i WILL return tomorrow with replies and messages!!!

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Tatiana had no particular interest in socializing with anyone in the hall. Her aimless meandering led her from place to place, though nowhere in particular sparked her interest enough for her to stay. She now found herself in the gardens. They were spectacular. Perfectly manicured and maintained, Tatiana couldn’t care less. They only reminded her of the gardens at home, and subsequently, home itself. It was deserted except for her. Or so she thought. The foreign tongue that was so familiar came from a girl in front of her. “ya nadeyus', chto ya ne delayu.”

          freedom was something the russian princess had forgotten the taste of, something she even stopped DREAMING of after a while. and yet there she was, walking through the castle gardens, wind blowing in her face. it was COLD, much colder than natasha thought it would be and she caught herself shivering —— but it wasn’t time to go inside yet, she wasn’t ready. the girl could easily notice her guard, a grumpy man almost twice her height, stiffen when someone else had stepped into the alley. natasha didn’t pay much attention to the new company, a laugh escaping her lips as she turned to look at her guard. “ успокойтесь, медведь. они не выглядят опасными. ” 

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She had unofficially claimed this nook of the estate for herself. It was isolated, but quite easy to access. People passed, but they never seemed to have a particular interest. Though the plush furniture was nice to snooze and contemplate her life on, and though the art managed to drift her thoughts away from her guilt to the ways the colors blended together, it was the windows that particularly fascinated her. (Although, the art really only reminded her of her brother, who was a superb artist, and in turn, reminded her of her guilt.) She watched the people of Rome from up above, probably worrying about if there was going to be something on the dinner table that night. (Tatiana knew what would be on the dinner table. Some kind of meat that has been cooked until the flesh fell of the bone, smothered in juices made of broth and spice and the specimen’s own flesh. Topped off with bleeding berries and wine that supposedly ‘enhances’ the meal, but doesn’t contain enough alcohol to make you do something that you would regret in the morning.) Perched on the window, she gazed at the world below her own. But voice interrupted her silent thoughts. She’d been caught: slouching against the window instead of sitting elegantly on the velvet furniture, and in a peasant’s dress of ivory muslin, no less. Mamă would not be happy.

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ahh hello!! i’m so excited that this is back and better than ever! this is my baby, lady tatiana alina stanev, and here’s a lil bit about her! i would also just like to say, before i put anything under a read more, i am open for any and all ( connections! ) also, you can go to her ( dossier ) which pretty much as all of the information below.

tatiana was born in deva, romania to ivo and adela stanev, the ( former ) general of the romanian army and a beloved lady-in-waiting to the romanian queen, respectively.

as she was born during the war, her father was often away, and her care during her childhood was taken into her mother’s hands. like every other noble girl, she was raised to be a lady, a princess without a title. she was greatly encouraged to pick up the arts, particularly music and dance. among her favorite instruments are the violin and the piano. it was also well known around the romanian court that she has ‘the vocal chords of an angel’, but since the war, she doesn’t really sing anymore. by the age of five, she had a whole repertoire of european court dances from all over europe under her belt. she also has a way with cards. as a young girl, she could beat some of the gaurds, and gambled their time. needless to say, she had quite the audience at her small performances. her mother was also incessant about her education. as a result, she is well read, quite cultured, and a polyglot, capable of speaking many languages. but her mother’s incessant efforts were a mere action to distract her from the possibility of her husband dying in the war. it was also an effort to ensure that tatiana would have a whole pool of suitors, since she couldn’t offer a title or an impressive dowry, only her family’s honor.

she desperately wanted to be a dancer. adela was supportive of her daughter’s dreams, but to do so, she would have to travel to russia or france. with the ongoing war and her own secret agenda for her daughter, she was unwilling to let her go.

her father was rarely home. when he was, she did not spend much time with her. he devoted most of his time to her older brother, valentin. ( wanted connection! ) when the time came, he would take their father’s place as general. when they trained, she’d sneak away to watch them and absorb every detail of her father’s training. she would practice herself in the the early morning, before they woke, and in the dead of night, after everyone had fallen asleep.

shortly before her fourteenth birthday, ivo stanev died in battle. a few days after his death, she was presented with a gift that was intended for her on her eighteenth birthday, his dagger. as an adult, she carries the dagger with her, enclosed in a custom pocket in her corset. she admired her father, very much. unfortunately, she didn’t know him well.

at the age of fifteen, she became a lady-in-waiting to the princess. she didn’t particularly like or dislike her position, but took it as it came. often, when her morning duties were over, she’d escape to somewhere else. she’d often change into muslin dresses ( or sometimes, one of her brother’s trousers ) or walk barefoot around her chambers, and dance in her lonesome to the music that played in her head.

as she neared eighteen, her mother sought out a suitor for her. she hoped that she would climb the ranks and become what she was trained to be: the perfect noble wife. but with every man that came along, tatiana found a flaw.

a few days after her eighteenth birthday, tatiana mysteriously disappeared from court. she told her mother that she had left to visit her brother at the warfront. but when adela reached out to valentin, he denied that she ever arrived. but she did. though not as herself, instead, she was eduard ciobanu, a young farmer from southern romania eager to help the war cause. eduard was young and quite petite for a man, she managed to impress his superiors with his skill and his wit -- a mark of a son of he great ivo stanev. but they thought little of it. ivo only had one son: valentin. they never suspected that his daughter would ever be allowed to near the frontline. technically, she wasn’t. impress them she did, but eduard never past the rank of a soldier.

within two years of fighting, she had seen blood and warfare and knew exactly why her father would never allow her. but it didn’t frighten her. during the war, she met one particular man, a romanian soldier. ( wanted connection! ) he was the only person to ever beat her at cards and chess. he enjoyed her favorite composer, but his argument for his favorite composer was also compelling. needless to say, he intrigued her, but she was pursuing him. after all, he probably had a wife -- maybe even a child -- waiting for him at home. she also didn’t want to risk revealing her true identity.

as the war dwindled to an end, eduard’s troop was dismissed. upon returning to romanian court, her mother told her that her duty placed her in bern. the princess has always liked being early, so tatiana was sent off on her own to arrive at the peace summit, alone.

some quirks and traits:

she’s quite independent and confident, a trait she gets from her father. however, the war has turned her to be introverted and volatile. but she had never been docile in the first place.

hobbies, as mentioned before, include dancing, singing, playing chess, playing the violin and piano, card playing, equestrianism, archery, reading, and writing.

she’s usually quite calm and reserved. she’s only volatile with provocation. sometimes she can be quite witty in her answers. charming only when she finds it an advantage to her. 

she is generally disinterested in pursuing romantic relationships unless given extenuating circumstances and refuses to speak in-depth about her whereabouts during the war.

she has many scars, all from the war. she usually covers them with full-length sleeves and long dresses and skirts. most notably, there’s a large scar running down the entire length of her right arm and a small -- but noticable -- scar running from the outer tip of her left eyebrow to the cheek bone ( she remembers the man that gave it to her -- wanted connection! ) that she covers with her hair in strategic coiffures.

she can usually be found in court fashion, much to her dismay. she finds the dresses, though beautiful, very uncomfortable and quite necessary. in private, she prefers to don much simpler dresses made of muslin ( often embroidered in the romanian fashion ) or sometimes, slacks.

if you’re interested in plotting with tatiana, please like this post and i’ll get message you as soon as possible, or dm me! 

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Tatiana gave up on attempting to socialize. Almost everyone she talked to went on and on about how happy they were about the peace treaty. Their optimism disgusted her. That treaty was merely paper; rivalries and hatred would live on forever in people’s hearts. To avoid a headache, she left the grand hall and began to wander. The castle’s hallways resembled a maze that she could barely decipher. It was an endless succession of rooms and doors. One of those doors led to a shooting range. She barely recalled a time when she shot for fun. For the past two years, she shot to defend her life. “Not particularly, but I think I shall give it a shot.” She picked up a bow and an arrow, set it in place, pulled back the string. She tilted her head slightly to the right, setting her eyes on the target. And she let go.

Shooting a bullseye was not difficult for Alexei, especially when he was focused. He had found the shooting range at Bern shortly after his arrival and decided to utilise it, if only to pass some time before he would go on to socialise for the rest of the day. Placing his bow down, he took an arrow he had set aside a few moments earlier, running his fingers through the length of it just to inspect it and to confirm the damage he thought he had previously noticed. A damaged arrow could easily injure him, or an innocent bystander, and it was never a convenient time for either of those things to happen. Hearing footsteps approaching from behind him, he set the arrow down as soon as he found the small split he was looking for. “Hello. Did you come to shoot as well?”

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Tatiana was late. After her mother scolded her for ‘disappearing’ from court for two years, she had told her of the princess’s travels to Bern and urged her to join them and resume her duties. Tatiana wanted anything but. But here she was, in an ornate carriage pulled by a team of horses, one of which she rode into war. As the carriage reached closer to the palace, she adjusted sleeves of her dress. The sleeves weren’t long enough to hide all of her scars. The second she stepped out of the carriage, she was no longer a soldier, but a just noblewoman once more. “Damn her and her tendency to be early for everything,” she said to no one in particular. The carriage bustled to a halt. Her heart dropped. She stepped out, and offered her the best curtsy she could muster. “Thank you, Your Majesty.”

The guests to receive seemed endless, and this, Clémence reminded herself, was pivotal. A war of such titanic proportions could only be put to rest by accords of the same magnitude. As such, she ( and the court, for she held them to the same exacting standards by which she herself lived ) were immaculate — Swiss efficiency at its very finest. The princess gave the honored guest a warm, if formal, smile, showing no hint of her evaluation of them. “On behalf of His Majesty the King,” who at that moment lay on his deathbed, oblivious to the world as he had been for the better part of a decade. “I welcome you to the Kingdom of Switzerland.”

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Tatiana sat in the sunlight beneath a window. A book in Latin -- her latest linguistic adventure -- sat in her lap, and her eyes scrutinized every printed syllable. Although a crowded hall was not the ideal place for reading, she believed that she could feign sociability if she was at least in the same room as everyone else. And, in her letters, if she omitted the fact that she wasn’t actually interacting with everyone, her mother would be satisfied with that. But she couldn’t help but overhear the girl’s question. “Why bother,” Tatiana muttered softly to herself, “Switzerland is not exactly known for her liquor.”

it had already been less than six hours that fenna and her family had arrived in bern. to say the least, she wasn’t impressed. fenna wasn’t the type to want to parade herself around and introduce herself as the princess of the netherlands. honestly, it wasn’t something she was much proud of. “can anyone tell me where the nearest pub is?” she asked, a slight smile on her lips as she walked up to a group of people nearby. fenna had already escaped from her family, and she wasn’t even sure if they even noticed she was gone.

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THE TUDORS TOP 7 SADDEST SCENES | AS VOTED BY MY FOLLOWERS.

#4: Katherine Howard’s execution ballet (season 4, episode 5).

“Master Culpepper, I heartily recommend me unto you, praying you to send me word how that you do. I heard that you were sick, and never longed so much for anything as to see you. I would you were with me now that you might see what pain I take in writing to you. It makes my heart die to think I cannot always be in your company. He, Dereham, gave me lots of lovers’ tokens. He knew a little woman in London with a crooked back, who was skilled in making flowers of silk, who made for him a French fennel to give to me. And later, a heart’s ease for a New Year’s present, and some sarcenet, which I had made into a quilted cap. He called me “wife,” and touched the secret parts of my body. I remember I gave him a collar and sleeves for a shirt. And one day, he snatched a silver bracelet from me and kept it, saying, “Here, wife, a gift for me.” And he kissed me often and so passionately that everyone said he would never have kissed me enough.”

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  –– Even her little nook in the castle couldn’t take her mind away from her worries. Nor could dancing (she did so in private, to the music she played in her head) or playing any one of her instruments. She played chess by herself, hoping that the brainpower required to beat her herself would distract her, even for a couple of minutes. But nothing seemed to work. Valentin had left suddenly. He didn’t tell her, probably because he didn’t want her chasing after him into the battlefield, but he didn’t have to. While they were children, she always chose him as her dance partner. Now as adults, she had to pry a promise for a dance out of him. But his absence from the ball gave away his absence at court altogether. Though he wasn’t one for dancing, he was the more sociable (and more charming) of the two Stanev children. 

    Tatiana found herself at the stables. Small and calloused hands reached out towards the muzzle of her own horse. “I wish to ride you again, my dear,” she spoke softly. “but war has taken a toll on you. On the both of us.” She rested her head against her muzzle, thoughts still buzzing in her head. A vaguely familiar figure stood at the door of the stable. “Hello,” she said, formidable facade long gone.

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wow..what a surprise..another ooc post from ur neighborhood trash roxanne ://

but to everyone that i was plotting with: i’ve not forgotten about you, i’ve just been extremely busy and hopefully i’ll be able to get back to you (after the revamp) and we can pick up where we left off! i’m finally getting into the swing of things and finding my footing after being dropped on my ass in the midst of junior year, so please bear with me! :-) i love all of ya’ll so very much and i can’t wait to get back into things!