#bellasognatrice

[banamaak]

@bellasognatrice​ | cont’d from x

Iman couldn’t help but admire her reflection as she passed by the mirror,  taking a moment to fix up her lipstick. The gown was absolutely lovely,  red and shimmering,  flowing like a cape. She dared to say she might just end up stealing the show. Iman’s philosophy was that if everyone wasn’t looking at her when she entered the room,  she was doing something wrong.  “ A dress like this? I’ll treat it like it’s my baby, don’t worry. But,  I have to say that you have excellent taste. If I could run across the hall and run into my own arms right now,  I absolutely would. So, thank you. ”  She then turned around with an elegant twirl,  facing her companion.  “ But it does look amazing on me, don’t you think so? ” 

[danmarks-styrke]

@bellasognatrice has requested a starter!

“If you could do anything, and I mean anything wild in the world, Chiara, what would you do?” Matthias asked, eyes wide. “I think I’d go skydiving, without a parachute, and see if I died on impact, and if I did, how long it would take me to come back from something so stupid.”

[bel-paese]

carlotta is taking applications for a new older sister. the one she has is never supportive

[averefelicita]

@bellasognatrice​ asked: Cuddles with.  // Send one!

       Seated on the couch with the TV on in the sedateness of a warm afternoon, Feliciano has Chiara’s head tucked under his chin while they’re watching the flashy images on the screen. His eyes close, letting the sound be the only white-sound in the background that aids in this tranquil atmosphere. He would’ve dozed off by now if he’s not reminded of the warmth and gentle weight upon his chest and side which is akin to the most precious of treasures he could ever hold against his frame.

       The hand that is at Chiara’s side, with his arm securely wrapped around her, has its slender digits carefully brushing across her arm as he’s wondering whether she’s still focused on the TV or maybe it’s time for a nap.

       “Still watching?” He decides to quietly murmur to check.

[mcdestss]

@bellasognatrice​

“I’M so tired of this cold weather, I know spring is just around the corner, but it’s taking forever.”

[toulousc]

20,40

MY WRITING

20. What inspires you to write?

   My love for history and my characters. I don’t have any OC’s outside of the Het.alia/Personification community, and I just find the aspect of condensing history into an individual so interesting and fun to play with. I also get inspiration from music and other writings like poetry, and of course, my friends who are always there talking to me about our muses.

40. Do you have favourite phrases, words, or metaphors you use in your writing a lot?

   I think just looking at my replies for Claude, anyone can see I have an absolute kINK for words like; gentle, soft, wonderful, tender... etc. I love light and sweet words that just feel very airy and whimsical and I feel they define the air around Claude completely... even though he tries to hate it. I also have a soft habit for tripling words... like ‘softly, softly, softly’ because I am an absolute slut for it and I cannot express that enough. As for metaphors? I have no idea.

[eisernerfavst]

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Who doesn’t love soul-crushing angst? Send me a 💔 and I’ll generate a number, 1-75, and post a starter based on what scenario I get.

18. My muse takes your muse hostage.

Everything you take for granted can be snitched away from your fingers in a blink of an eye. Maybe he should have expected that outcome, maybe he should have seen it coming, he never fit in the role of the proper heir as his parents wanted, he was too chaotic, too wild, too…himself, for them. And it took only single small mistake for them to cut them off. He should be grateful, he was told, he should be grateful that they were only opting for exhaling him, to kick him off of the kingdom, to rip him off of his dignity and from a place that, albeit his lack of desire to assume, was his. He should because they could have got him beheaded, after all, examples might be settled. 

Oh, but he was killed, he had heard. The oldest son, the heir of the Emeric Kingdom’s throne died of some kind of disease. Mourning ceremonies were held, as always, for a week. He couldn’t stop laughing. 

Maybe he should have expected all of this.

And maybe his parents should have expected that he would not go down quietly. 

It really was a dumb, foolish even, idea to let the princess, soon to be wife of the new heir of the throne, wander around by herself like this even within the walls of the palace.. One thing is to trust the guards but this was almost an invitation for disaster - the news that the princess was in the kingdom to meet with the king, the queen and her future husband ran fast, like wild fire. Wasn’t that reason enough for security to be reinforced? Gilbert would have assumed so.

He could only assume that either Emeric Kingdom was standing on sheer lucky, taken how incompetent to weight risks his parents were, or that they didn’t really expect him to come back.

Their mistake.

“Your Royal Highness really shouldn’t make too much of a noise. And no one really have to get hurt around here, yes?” He whispered at her ear. The point of a dagger poked at her body and even with all of her garments it still would be easy enough to sink the blade in. And he wouldn’t hesitate.

He had lost everything already, and well, if he killed her he still would create the chaos he so was thriving  but, he would rather not spill any blood if it was not strictly necessary. 

“Well, in the very end it doesn’t really matter if you cooperate or not.”

[velhovinho]

funniest thing that’s happened to you in the RPC?

(I have a few from my old blog :D

Pretty much anything Khae and I get up to ooc but especially this

Gabriel protects his daughter from spiders the best way he knows how

Gabby just wants one peaceful morning without Spaniards kicking down his door

Also, Gabriel getting close to getting it on with Vin only to screw it up EVERY SINGLE TIME

And Gabriel giving pictures of a punk-rock band England to America, the England’s reaction which I don’t have saved sadly was awesome.)

[coeurepuise]

alcohol isn’t going to solve your problems.

miscellaneous angst starters.

      “Perhaps not---” A pause, the blonde looks at his glass, if it examining it before downing the rest of what was in it, “But it certainly makes the problems easier, I would say.”

[islndhrta]

“how do you walk in those?” eser inquires curiously, glancing down at her heels. “they don’t seem very good for practical applications.”

@bellasognatrice

[amantebravo]

♛

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[sorte-de-vida]

“that’s mine."

Oh? That’s interesting. “Really?” He asks, hesitating for a moment mid bite. Though, ultimately, he takes another. “What a shame.” There’s no remorse in his voice, spoon hitting the bowl as he scrapes up ye another bite on cold ice cream. When he pulls the spoon out from between his lips, he makes sure it pops extra loud, just for her. “We could share you know.”

[landforces-archived]

Time moves slow Waiting for this to evolve When hearts have nothing to hold They let go So what the hell are we waiting for?

indie rp blog for aph south italy by ghost

                                                                 Through the cracks I see a new day burning                                                                   A million miles of sky                                                                   That I can claim as mine

                                                     indie rp blog for aph prussia by nuriko

art:  藤岡 ||  ミツ

[averefelicita]

1870 - Rome becomes part of Italy and pronounced capital. // @bellasognatrice

      Reunions are typically emotional but between Venice and Rome it wasn't too much. A heavy silence settled over them, thicker than the uneasy tension in the atmosphere. Unsettled eyes glanced unceremoniously around and tried to avoid catching the other’s glance. It's not as though they didn't like each other but more so that they've been separated for long, living on their own, and now forced to live together.

       Feliciano hasn’t seen Chiara often, so being put in the same house with her is definitely something out of their comfort zone So, at most, he decides to stay outside, look at stores, maybe shop for clothes and food. It’s so she can have her space. The only time they see each other would be in the afternoon or at dinner time. Perhaps it is fair as they are still letting each other in their space gradually.

       He is in hopes to maybe talk a girl into a conversation and have them walk so he could keep his mind busy. He’s getting lucky usually as he doesn’t really seek anything more with a girl rather than friendship and flirting here and there. He’s never brought a girl over either, so safe-assured he won’t be doing that anytime soon.

       It’s around half past five in the afternoon and he is preparing to go home. On the way he picks some groceries to use for tonight’s dinner. And then he heads home.

       He uses his keys to unlock the main entrance, take his shoes and coat off, and immediately head to the kitchen to spend another thirty minutes in there preparing things and cooking.

       And once the food is hot and ready, Feliciano waits a while for Chiara to come. The one thing that was required after the reunion was preferred hours for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. So, it means they can eat together, even if it doesn’t happen all the time. At dinner time it’s more common that this happens.

       He doesn’t know whether she’s eaten yet and would leave a fair portion left for her. But at the same time, he isn’t sure if she’s home either. He waits just a while but before the food gets cold he heads out of the kitchen to ensure Chiara is in her room.

       He heads upstairs and knocks on the girl’s door.

       “Chiara? I made lasagna.”

[amoremai]

✵

Their first impression of your muse: He doesn’t really have one, to be honest! Chiara has always just been there. She has always been a permanent fixture in his life, he cannot remember a time before her in his life because there never was. He can, however, remember the first time he saw her again after they were separated. He can remember thinking that she was the most beautiful and strong-willed and caring big sister on the Earth, and that if she didn’t give him his paints back he was going to tell on her to Austria. 

Current impression:  She’s his big sister.  They bicker, and they disagree, and they get on either others’ nerves (sometimes on purpose). They’re just like any siblings, but they’re close. Feli loves her, and at the end of the day, admires her. 

Are they attracted to your muse?:  Ew. 

Something they find frightening about your muse: When she gets angry. She’s like a volcano, she can be calm and quiet and then just  e x p l o d e. 

Something they find adorable about your muse:  She’s so tiny! The day she realized that her bratty little brother had finally outgrown her, she’d pouted for hours and it had been so hard for Feliciano not to laugh. 

Would my muse sacrifice themselves for yours?: Absolutely. 

Would my muse go on a date with yours?  platonic/romantic:  They got on little siblings dates all the time! Or at least Feliciano drags her out to get coffee with him or go shopping. 

One word my muse would use to describe yours:  Bellissima!

Would my muse slap yours if they could?: Never!

Would my muse hug/kiss yours?: All the hugs and kisses! (Whether she wants them or not!)

[bello--y--descarado]

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Antonio found himself laughing through the insults hurled at him, unbothered by the fact that the woman beside him only grew angrier as the seconds passed. “I just wanted to visit! Is that such a bad thing?” Despite the protests, he made his way into her familiar home, flopping carelessly on the couch, a bright smile on his face. Perhaps dropping by unexpectedly was considered rude, but after all that they had been through together, Antonio was far beyond polite pleasantries with her!