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[madlenakovacic]

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❝ Oh he’s very nice, very sweet and has a funny accent, I like it. He is not a terrible kisser either, but we don’t need to talk about that. ❞

@blueblxod

First thought when seeing your muse!

[madlenakovacic]

ø and $

Send “ø” for a LATE NIGHT text.. ~ ft. @klcusvonbulow

outgoing text — are you awake?  outgoing text — Please come to my room with jenga. It’s important.  outgoing text — I can’t sleep 🙈 outgoing text — How do you feel about twister?  

Send “$” for an ACCIDENTAL text. ~ ft. klaus

outgoing text — You’re lucky you’re so good with boys outgoing text — But are you sure? If this skirt gets any shorter baka is going to show up in Russia. How do you even move without showing everything? MAMMA MIA! [2 mintes later] outgoing text — Hi Klaus, that was for Mia. outgoing text — I’ll see you after lunch tomorrow for volleyball. Don’t worry I planned it  already if I’m not good we can try tennis or swimming

Text!

[madlenakovacic]

🗣

❝ My favorite board-game partner. He doesn’t cheat which is nice. My brother always did. I think I wanna try Disney trivia next with him, maybe TWISTER too. ❞

@klcusvonbulow

First thought when seeing your muse!

[madlenakovacic]

🗣

❝ Oh, she is very BEAUTIFUL! She looks like a barbie doll and like Princess Charlotte too. I almost got them confessed for each other last week. She’s very good at keeping my room clean too. HVALA!  ❞

@bccbaldacchino

First thought when seeing your muse!

[madlenakovacic]

☎ and ツ

Send “☎” for a RUSHED text. ~ ft. @widcwed-rasa​

outgoing text — need to c u outgoing text — !!! outgoing text — meet at dancing room outgoing text — *gym

Send “ツ” for an EXCITED text. ~ ft. rasa

outgoing text — Rasa!!! Did you hear? outgoing text — Lithuania is hosting FIFA next year!? Is that true!? 🇱🇹 outgoing text — Is that why Mateo said he was going to visit for a few weeks??? outgoing text — Can I come too? I’ve always wanted to marry a footballer on our NT..but don’t tell my brother that’s one of the reasons I like to watch FIFA

Text!

[madlenakovacic]

Send “✘” for a HATEFUL text.

Send “✘” for a HATEFUL text ~ ft. @ofregalgrace

outgoing text — your dinner was very animal friendly last night 🙃  outgoing text — but I guess the chef forgot to tell you when he gave you MY dinner instead of yours. vegan cheese is disgusting.  outgoing text — 🐮 

Text!

[madlenakovacic]

🗣 (Cassie)

❝ Our very own GREEK GODDESS and astrology expert. It’s best to consult her with a bottle of wine in the evening. ❞

@cassandragalatass

First thought when seeing your muse!

[madlenakovacic]

🗣 (Samson)

❝ Good at TEACHING, but not so good at LEARNING Croatian. He looks very, very nice in ties too. ❞

@samsonmorales

First thought when seeing your muse!

[madlenakovacic]

🗣

❝ Tea parties with hot chocolate, day trips to Paris and boy-talk. It’s good to know there are still GENUINE friends left who love me as much as I love them.❞

@miaadley

First thought when seeing your muse!

[madlenakovacic]

🗣 - Ethan & Tegan ( Why Not! )

❝ He’s...CUTE and kind and doesn’t seem like he hate spending time with me. He knows I like vino, that’s always a good sign. ❞

@ethanhqs

❝ Just basically BLIND for thinking Arianna is so perfect. But she likes people like that and after everything I’ve heard about him they deserve each other. ❞

@teganbrb

First thought when seeing your muse!

[madlenakovacic]

🗣 (rosa)

❝ A pretty princess in love with the idea of love. A new best friend who isn’t selfish or unaware of her own actions. ❞

@rosamieaquino​

First thought when seeing your muse!

[madlenakovacic]

🗣

❝ The definition of a BACKSTABBER. I don’t think anything else needs to be said really. ❞

@ofregalgrace​

First thought when seeing your muse!

[madlenakovacic]

send 🗣 for my muse to blurt out the first thing they think of when they see your muse.

[madlenakovacic]

Send “✆” for a MORNING text. Send “✉” for a text that WASN’T SENT. Send “☎” for a RUSHED text. Send “⁇” for a DRUNK text. Send “✿” for a SUGGESTIVE text. Send “ø” for a LATE NIGHT text. Send “✘” for a HATEFUL text. Send “#” for a RANDOM text. Send “@” for a SCARED text. Send “&” for a LOVING text. Send “%” for a CURIOUS text. Send “ツ” for an EXCITED text. Send “$” for an ACCIDENTAL text. Send “♀” for a HEARTBREAKING text.

[madlenakovacic]

rosamieaquino​:

“That’s what they always tell me.” She smiled, her mother’s voice repeating that exact saying in in her mind only in Tagalog, the woman’s preferred language. Rosamie had never had a problem with trying to make herself pretty, in fact she loved dress up and doing her makeup. It was the needles she had a problem with, even the tiny ones that didn’t hurt too much gave her anxiety. Something about suddenly being poked and prodded all the time in her late teens had instilled the fear in her. “You should wear them all the time. Not only would it prevent said pain but you look gorgeous with them as well. Not that you don’t without them, they just enhance the beauty.” She poked the tip Madlena’s nose to punctuate her last sentence before she glanced over at the other pair. “Really? You think so? If you don’t mind I’ll switch them out.”

Rosamie was about to walk over to her bed to pull out the card she had received earlier in the day but Madlena’s sudden protest had her raising one perfectly sculpted eyebrow. “What’s wrong with them? They’re my favorite heels.” But maybe they didn’t match exactly now that she took a second look and she sighed. “I’m a thirty-eight or a thirty-nine, depends on the shoe. I don’t know how Croatia sizes their shoes, though. But if there’s an issue, my closet is a shoe haven so feel free to go nuts.” She had sent a few bags ahead with just shoes in them and she was sure her collection would grow by the time they left. Rosamie couldn’t help buying a pair every time she saw one she liked. Her mother taught her that one. Still, she eyed the heels Madlena was rejecting with a small pout on her lips.

"It’s like we’re twins,” the comment followed with a quick change of her expression. Madlena quickly popped up out of her seat and dashed over to the closet. Clothes everywhere, like a sweet dream she didn’t want to wake from. Without a word the Croatian began to look through  the racks of clothing, pushing a few casual dresses to the side she deemed not cocktail worthy...but this was supposed to be about shoes. “Hmm,” the princess hummed as she quickly glanced over her shoulder to give Rosamie a quick glance over. Her eyes narrowed in concentration and a long pause ensued. The palms of her hands remained placed against two very different pieces of clothing to separate them as she continued to almost study the other princess before finally, “how much do you trust me?”

 The ominous comment of course only made sense when the Croatian reached for the dress to her right. A blue-toned red cocktail dress was pulled from the closet and Madlena was quick to turn around and hold up the garment to the other. “It’s your color. It’s short enough to be formal without being overdone and the fabric will look like sparkles under the right lights and...again, the color.” Even Madlena stopped pleading her case momentarily to look over the dress and peer at the designer tag. “Was this custom made?” 

[madlenakovacic]

sasha-volkov​:

“Something tells me you’re not exactly the type for deep dark secrets, Princess,” Sasha countered, though there was humor in her tone. “No, I didn’t look at it though.” Sasha watched her pocket the phone before glancing around them. There were quite a number of people here, most of which the Russian objected to just on principle. “Muffins,” she corrected automatically. “With chocolate chips as requested.” She did her best to keep the grimace off her face as she said it, holding the treats out to the other. 

She hadn’t been planning to stick around terribly long but before she could say Madlena was already placing things in front of her. A light blush graced her cheeks at the comment and she chuckled softly. “Yeah… great with them. Or at least I’ve never gotten any complaints.” Hesitantly she reached out, frowning slightly as she picked up the needle. She’d watched her mother do such things a millions times before while growing up, but admittedly had no idea what to do with it herself. “Can’t say I’ve ever…needle pointed before though.” 

No one needed to offer twice with baked goods, especially chocolate chip cake that was actually muffins according to the chef but the princess would continue to say otherwise even as she took a bite hastily. An approving hum followed as she delicately set down the muffin right in front of her own needle and thread. She brushed here hands together before shifting her form towards the other. “It’s easy. You’ll learn fast don’t worry.” Madlena reached for the two embroidery hoops that would be needed and handed one off to Sasha. “I’m a very good teacher.” She wasn’t. And of course the fabric, scissors and....”what pattern do you want?” She had already taken hold of two, a pumpkin pattern and a fox pattern that she seemed to favor more as her gaze studied over the image. “I’ll name him Marko.” She held up the pattern to the  chef. “He looks like a Marko doesn’t he?” 

But before she was even able to stop speaking the Croatian took notice of yet another pattern across the table of a black kitty sleeping on a pumpkin which she also quickly reached for at  the exact same time as another did. Both Madlena and the other royal sat there with a hand on the pattern, neither moving nor letting go nor speaking. All the Croatian did was stare at the other royal, an arch of her brow more than enough to convey her disapproval of the the situation. “That one is for Sasha the chef. I’ll give you the pumpkin and make her promise not to poison your food.” 

But the only reply was a haughty scoff with the words, “you don’t get everything you want Madlena.” 

“It’s not for me,” she finally released her grip on the pattern and adjusted her posture with a  subtle flip of her hair behind  her shoulder. She returned to focus on the thread and needle in front of her but stopped threading the needle to glance up at the princess with the cat pattern once more. “Just...” she paused to gain the other’s attention. “Just don’t eat dessert tonight. Apple pie didn’t end well for Snow White either.”  

[madlenakovacic]

teganbrb​:

Tegan was no longer able to feel embarassement. He, for the most part, lived his life entirely shame free. Life was short and mostly meaningless. Even for a prince like Tegan. He didn’t see the point to caring about such trivial things, like how he’s percieved by his fellow royals and commoners. Why should he put in the effort to impress them? When they were bound to find his flaws no matter what he did? At least - that’s what ended up happening with his parents. They could never be pleased. And Tegan wasted too much of his childhood trying to counter-act that. “Disgusting?! Now Maddie…that’s just not nice.” He chimed in, a sly smirk on his features the entire time. “We’re royalty. We should act civil, don’t you think?” And to perfectly disprove his point, he dragged a finger up the center of his art piece, giggling to himself.

That was the question. Even Tegan had no idea how to answer it. He had no idea what Aria saw in him. How someone so perfect like the princess could look at a childish junkie like Tegan and find a reason to love and care for him. He wasn’t sure he’d ever be able to wrap his head around the fact he was able to be with her. Even if it was short lived at just one night bliss filled night. “Aria has taste. She knows a good time when she sees one…Why can’t you do the same?” But before the last word left his lips, Madlena had far made up her mind. Sending the mound of clay to the ground and it deflating into a pile of color on the ground. “My masterpiece!” He yelled, standing from the bench, his arms flying up above him. “Damn Maddie. Didn’t realize you were such a harsh art critic.” He mocked actual sadness over the spilt clay. “I want to smash the patricarchy as much as the next guy - but this is a little extreme.” Ignoring everything she was saying about him and his twisted psyche. It was nothing new.

The romance novel was carelessly, well not that carelessly as it likely belonged to Rosamie, but carelessly tossed back on the table once the Croatian was certain that his little ‘ art project ’ wasn’t salvageable. “Trust me kiwi, no one with class wants to see that.” And so Madlena once again took a seat before she glanced up to Tegan with a pointed look that returned to the table and then to him. He needed to sit too. ‘You haven’t seen her, have you?” Things had been...weird. Of course, Madlena would never admit that to anyone, especially the lost puppy heart eyes for the blonde, but after the apple to the head incident, it was safe to say that there was a strain in their relationship as of late and it kept getting worse. Though as Madlena looked across the table at the seemingly smug and all around repugnant prince she couldn’t help but wonder maybe it was Tegan. After all from what Mia had told her and what Aria told her before she became just as heart eyes for him, Tegan was the source of all evil. The Croatian continued to stare away at the prince with her own inner monologue working away at the possibilities. 

Maybe it was William. Because of course Arianna couldn’t just have one, she took everything...and that was the start. Maybe it was just boys. They ruined everything, now that was something the princess was more than capable of voicing. She huffed and took a look over at the extra clay she pointed to for Tegan to hand her. “Please. I need to punch something and your di—monstrosity wasn’t enough.” And sure enough, the moment it was in her grasp Madlena began to work the clay between her fingers with the same amount of force she had given to an innocent pumpkin that never became the jack-o'-lantern it was meant to be. Well, the chainsaw massacre version maybe. 

“It’s all you boys,” she muttered to herself.