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threecardtrick · 4 years
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“ papa, are you busy? if you are not, can you help me with my german? please? i can’t seem to get it right. ” ( from anne bc i love (1) father/daughter pair / historianeglecta )
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all thoughts of work melted away as his gaze lifted from the dried ink (words, words, words) on the parchment. he’s always had a knack for languages; how he could pick them up with ease. soaking in the foreign tongue of the cities he’d wandered through. “I’m never busy for anything you need.” he adored his children; they were the only light in his dark soul. “german can be quite tricky. come, sit with me, and show me what you’re having trouble with.”
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makethangels · 5 years
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@historianeglecta​ said: *kisses for the mama from mary* (historianeglecta)
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       cate BEAMS at her daughter as she pulls her close and returns the kisses, dotting them all along her face. ❝ my darling baby girl, ❞ she murmurs, arms wrapping around her and holding her tightly. ❝ you know you’re the brightest STAR in my sky, don’t you ? ❞
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meinliiedarchived · 5 years
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so my dear @historianeglecta​ officially added silvia ruffini to her muse list and I just want everyone to know that I’m super exited and Sandro is all heart eyes at the love of his life fjkasflhfals
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perhiistoria · 4 years
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magical aesthetics - bold what applies to your muse, italic what applies sometimes. repost, don’t reblog!
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Albert of Saxe-Coburg and Gotha, Prince Consort.
witch.
the soft bubbling sound of boiling water. a wicker basket full of freshly gathered flowers. long black hair. perfectly arranged herb jars on a shelf. a tank full of beloved tadpoles, each with their own name. a black cat winding itself around your legs. the fresh scent of prepared ingredients. seeing through the eyes of an owl. a cloak made of feathers gathered from the ground. a sense of ease in the woodlands & wild places. the thrill of flight & seeing the world stretched far below you. knowledge passed down from elder to child. herbal teas. the full moon gleaming above a lake. a cottage with flowering vines growing up the walls. a fragrant summer garden. hands intertwined tightly with those of someone else. voice raised proudly in song. believing in your own power to change the world. candles flickering in a window. a bath filled with flower petals. dancing barefoot under starlight. soothing a wound with ointment. the fates held in your hands.
wizard.
the smell of old books. a dusty library, full of dark corners & secret alcoves. jotting down ideas on a chalkboard. you’re the only one paying attention in class. staying up all night to finish some research. sharpened pencils & fountain pens. the feel of a staff in your hand, strong & sturdy. comfortable cloaks & coats for travelling in. well-worn walking boots. grumbling about the bad weather covering up the meteor shower. always being the organised one. carrying a notebook in your pocket, just in case you discover a breakthrough. a love of learning. an old golden hourglass. a dog-eared book of maps. studying while everyone else is partying. following a spinning compass. a white lab-coat with a pen in the breast-pocket. 19th century scientific equipment scattered haphazardly across a desk. being held together by coffee & hope. falling asleep on a pile of paperwork & getting ink all over your face. sketching your lover’s name in the old wood of a classroom desk. a telescope raised to your eye, a smile on your face.
warlock.
a deep & abiding sense of dread. chain-smoking in a doorway. strange books in the darkest corners of a bookshop that’s stood for a century. you’re the reason why they’re all afraid of the dark. seeing things in the shadows around you, late at night when everyone else is asleep. you always loved the wicked witch far more than the princess. a shattered mirror hanging over a mantelpiece. hearing a voice calling your name when no one else is around you. sketching circles on the pavement with a piece of chalk. the smell of smoke and sulphur. the light of a bonfire. dark candles in a ring, wax already melting. drawing horrific monsters in your sketchbooks. recklessly drifting through a city centre, dodging cars without looking both ways. a clawed hand intertwining with your own. leathery wings unfolding from your back. chipped black nail polish. screaming out into the night until your throat is hoarse. pins & needles criss-crossing your body. a trickle of blood running down your face. a feeling of something pinning you when you try to sleep. a sacrifice made with the worst intentions. a monstrous transformation.
sorcerer.
crows gathered on a misty field. old dead trees, bare of leaves. a pile of mysterious animal bones. being the mysterious one no one knows anything about. lightning flickering across a darkened sky. you’re the one trusted to gently evict all of the spiders. a single drop of blood falling onto the snow. being at one with the darkness. the night sky inspires your imagination. preferring winter to summer. you’re the one voted most likely to start the skeleton war. drifting about in a flowing black cloak. deathly pale skin. blood red lips. having no fear of death or what comes after. a swift-flowing river running for as far as the eye can see. pomegranate juice trickling between your fingers. standing barefoot in the snow for as long as you can bear it. vultures circling in a sunset sky. your scream becomes the thunder. having been scandalously intimate with death for quite some time now. moths gathering around a flame. having no fear of taking a short-cut through a graveyard. thick october fog that freezes you to your bones. a lantern out there in the fields, seemingly held by no-one. shiny black beetles.
priest.
hands clasped in desperate prayer. a circlet of gold. a deep belief in a power higher than yourself. holding someone else’s life in your hands. a bowl of clean, cool water. eyes glowing with mysterious light. the light of thousands of stars above your head. sunlight managing to trickle down through the clouds. a gentle spring rain in the early morning. the rushing of the waves against the sea-shore. walking barefoot over the sand. old temples, high ceilings. stained glass windows. loose clothing in white or silver. soft pastel colours. a clean white bandage. a choir singing in another room. a quiet sense of heroism. knowing that the answer lies inside of our own hearts. boundless compassion. cradling a small bird or animal safely against your chest. never being afraid of the darkness when you have your friends beside you. you’re the first one racing into danger to protect someone else. a whisper to the stars. white feathery wings taking flight.
tagged by: @gratiamdei​ ( ty friend! ) tagging: @hearkenedsouls​ ( emmett ) / @first-child-and-heir​ / @glorixna​ / @historypowered​ / @beautifulics​ ( lucien ) / @historianeglecta​ / @intoxicatiing​
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meinliiedarchived · 4 years
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A MULTI MUSE SURVEY.
tagged by: @slvrbnd <333 tagging: @nihtfrowan @ecglesoul @historianeglecta && whoever wants to uwu
CANON MUSES.
name of your favorite currently vibing with muse: hmmm i try to keep it at least a bit balanced, but I think Sandro and Caterina are definitely on top! They’re so different but idk their vibes just work with me well atm 
name of your very first muse: My bby Lucrezia!! 4 years and I always dragged her along on every blog. Writing her just feels like home tbh
name of your meanest muse:  Rudolf probably. He can be so nasty and just a pain in the ass xD
name of your nicest muse:  Arthur is?? so pure?? so I’ll go with him.
name of your most troubled muse: very difficult choice but perhaps Serena?? She’s like the only one who actively kills people :’))
character you have the most muse for atm: my renaissance bbies! especially cat and sandro, as I said. 
two of your muses that would never get along: feyre and serena perhaps?? I think their values are just so different? 
two of your muses that could be best friends: I mean Lucrezia and Caterina are canonically friends but with my version of Lucrezia it’d definitely be similar! Also Rudolf and Art, bc they’re both in positions they don’t feel comfortable in and trapped by society.
two of your muses that would make a cute couple: Lucrezia and Alessandro have always been a crackship for me so xD But also strangely Lucas and Ulla just came to my mind?? I think they could really understand each other well, since they’re both so different from the rest? 
two of your muses that are most similar: Rudolf and Julian definitely both have this self-destructive tendencies? Also Nina and Feyre! They’re whole vibe and their unusual abilites are quite similar.
name of the muse you’d be best friends with irl: Lucrezia!! I think I could learn so much but also give her affection and appreciation as she deserves :’)
name of the muse you’d probably hate irl: Serena, definitely. Also Rudolf, as I said: pain in the ass. 
a faceclaim you’ve been eager to use: I love all the ones I have?? But I can’t really thinkk of a certain one I’d really want to use rn. 
OC  MUSES.
name of your favorite vibin muse: Mathilde. My precious bby girl. She’s just ...so close to my heart. But I love all my ocs to death tbh if I may say so myself.
name of your meanest muse:  probably Rikar. he’s been through a lot. 
name of your nicest muse:  I’d say Tilde or Isis
name of your most troubled muse: they all are in certain ways??  But perhaps Rikar, simply because his backstory is the worst and he has seen too much. 
character you have the most muse for atm: Tilde and Wilhelm always come easiest to me, perhaps because I’ve been writing them for the longest time. But honestly I always have muse for my ocs. And I’m currently writing the story of my Misaria trio sooo obviously the muse is strong :’)
two of your muses that would never get along: oh I actually believe they would all get along somehow? Though Rikar and Annora have some issues with each other for a long time, mostly because of their respective backgrounds (and bc of Lys but that’s another story) 
two of your muses that could be best friends: ohh Mathilde and Annora could bond over their love for plants! That’d be cute! 
two of your muses that are most similar: I’d say Wilhelm and Lysander? Don’t ask me why but I feel it in my bones xD idk I think it’s that they both fell kinda trapped in their positions in the beginning and hate being nobles xD
name of the muse you’d be best friends with irl: Mathilde certainly bc we have a lot of similarities and she’d share her enthusiasm about plants and medicine with me. But also all the others tbh xD 
name of the muse you’d probably hate irl: None of them really, but I think Rikar’s personality would be the most difficult for me to deal with?? 
a faceclaim you’ve been eager to use: I have a special fondness for Josi but the others are great too!! I have this german fc for Wil that I’ll use one day XD
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makethangels · 5 years
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mary to edward: is catherine de medici as scary as she seems ? cate: catherine de medici is my smol best friend and i love her very much. cate: and yes.
@historianeglecta / @madameserpent / @theprophesiedking
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makethangels · 5 years
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#(but also i love how mary and edward just both annoy each other on purpose hskdhsk) cate: 
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@historianeglecta​ / @theprophesiedking​
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meinliiedarchived · 4 years
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𝚆𝙷𝙸𝙲𝙷 𝙰𝙱𝚂𝙾𝙻𝚄𝚃𝙴𝙻𝚈 𝙵𝚄𝙲𝙺𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚂𝚃𝚄𝙿𝙸𝙳 𝙲𝙻𝙰𝚂𝚂𝙸𝙲 𝙻𝙸𝚃 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝙰𝚁𝙴 𝚈𝙾𝚄 ? - RUDOLF EDITION
YOU GOT :    DOCTOR FAUSTUS!      You are Dr. John Faustus from Christopher Marlowe’s ‘Doctor Faustus’! This guy sells his soul to Satan in exchange for a long life, knowledge, intelligence, and power. He summons a literal demon and then tells this demon TO ITS FACE that he thinks hell’s “a fable.” Hello?? Then he asks where damned souls go. Bitch idk to hell?? to hell maybe??? As I said before, he Sells His Soul To Satan. And then this fucker has the ABSOLUTE BRAINROT to ask “What’s Lucifer?” IDK BRO MAYBE THE GUY WHO OWNS YOUR SOUL NOW??? He’s gay but doesn’t know it so he keeps asking for hot ladies to show up. He claims to be “lascivious” but then visibly forgets that the concept of lust exists. Of all the “tragic figures” of his time, I truly believe this man is the stupidest. No wonder he asks Satan for intelligence He Literally Doesn’t Have Any
TAGGED BY :  @slvrbnd TAGGING :  @ducavalentinois @pfadlos (for aelswith), @aelernil, @historianeglecta (for charlotte or louisa) & whoever wants to bc this is hilarious xD
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meinliiedarchived · 4 years
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This is the book. 
@ducavalentinois​​ @historianeglecta​​
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meinliiedarchived · 5 years
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nickname:   flora star sign:   sagittarius height:   153cm favourite music artist:   florence + the machine, maria mena, hozier, various musical actors  last TV show you watched:   penny dreadful. what kind of stuff do you post:  writing sometimes, gifsets and other stuff related to my muses & the occasional ooc posts  do you have any other blogs:  yes! i try to be over @razrushosta & @dchessa :’)) why did you choose your URL?: it’s from a song i love and it suits so many of my muses.  hogwarts house:   hufflepuff!!  pokemon team:  .... i have no idea at all tbqh favourite colour:   dark green how many blankets do you sleep with:   two usually following:   249 followers:  .217
tagged by: @drklng *smooches* <3 tagging: @aelsell @aelernil @historianeglecta & whoever wants to :)
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