#open historical roleplay

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Once Upon A Broken Heart Quote Rp Meme

“Heroes don't get happy endings. They give them to other people.”

“Hope is a difficult thing to kill, just a spark of it can start a fire.” 

“If you think I'm jealous because someone else got to stab you, then you're right.” 

“I’d give you the world if I could. The moon, stars, and all the suns in the universe. Anything for you, my heart” 

“I don't know if I can fix your broken heart, but you can take mine because it's already yours.” 

“So you're saying you'd settle for a boring romance if it ends well?"

"Yes. I would gladly take an uneventful happily ever after.” 

“I'm not going to tell you to trust me, because that's a terrible idea.”

“I believe there are far more possibilities than happily ever after or tragedy. Every story has the potential for infinite endings.” 

“You don't want to be the hero, you want the happy ending- that's why you came to me. If you do this, that will never happen. Heroes don't get happy endings. They give them to other people. Is that what you really want?” 

“Having faith was brave.” 

“Would you like me to stand up and turn around so that you can take in the rest of me?”

“All stories are made of both truths and lies, [...] What matters is the way that we believe in them.”

"He just said sexy scars,Are you really listening to this?” 

“But you have to have a working heart for it to break.”

“The fates weren't dangerous because they were evil; the fates were dangerous because they couldn't tell the difference between evil and good.” 

“I'll never understand humans.All of you seem to welcome our lies, but you never like it when we tell the truth.”

“Regret was the worst.Regret was sour and bitter, and it tasted so close to the truth she had to fight sinking into it.”  

“ He wasn't her weakness- love was. Not even just love but the idea of it.” 

'Exactly what you asked.'I made sure the wedding didn't happen.” 

“I know that stories often take on lives of their own. I already feel as if the horror I went through is turning into a fairytale, but I am nothing special, and this is not a fairytale.” 

“It's not what I did, Little Fox. It's what you've done.” 

“And then they will write their vows on their hands and place them over each other’s chests, so they may sink into their hearts, where they will be kept safe forever and always.” 

“I'm curious about a lot of things. I'm curious about you, but I don't want you to bite me!"

“ You are still indescribably breathtaking, but it was all the tragic beauty of a sky where every single star was falling.”

“Every story has the potential for infinite endings”

"Hurt is what made me.” 

she wanted love like her parents, love like a story.” 

She made it seem like an adventure, as if every moment were the start of a story with endless possibilities.” 

"I've already done that, Little Fox.” 

“Stop flashing your fangs. I’m the only one who gets to bite her.” 

“Or have you already forgotten the way heartbreak rips apart the soul piece by piece, how it turns you into a masochist, making you long for the thing that just eviscerated you until there's noting left of you to be destroyed?” 

“For finding dreams that don't exist yet.” 

“This young man was going to ruin the girl that worked inside the shop.” 

“Always promise less than you can give, for Fates always take more. Do not make bargains with more than one Fate. And, above all, never fall in love with a Fate.” 

“Don't be dazzled. You're useless to me as a vampire."

"Well, let's hope I don't decide I'd rather be a vampire than be useful to you.” 

“the churches here were like vampires—they weren’t meant for worship, they were designed to entice and entrap.” 

“You’re the Prince of Hearts.” 

she imagined she could have sliced into that night as if it were a cake and stolen a piece of it to take a bite of all the wondrous dark.” 

“Now, that was a pathetic speech.”

“... it was tremendously hard to fully fall out of love with someone when you had no one else to love instead,” 

“You make an excellent murder suspect. Orphan, turned savior, turned bride, turned killer—I’m actually surprised that wasn’t his headline today.” 

“She could picture him flashing those deceptive dimples as he tricked an angel into losing its wings just so he could play with the feathers.” 

Comforting someone was an intimate thing, and according to the stories, intimacy didn't end well with him.But he clearly knew how to be gentle.” 

“And you’re praying to an immortal who kills every girl he kisses. You really think he deserves any reverence?” 

“Then why didn’t she die?” 

“Probably because my heart started beating,” 

“She wanted to be someone's love, not their curse.” 

“He looked like a bad decision some unfortunate person was about to make.” 

“They said his kiss was fatal to all but her—his only weakness—and as he’d sought her, he’d left a trail of corpses.” 

“Or maybe she just likes me more than she likes you."

"She hates me,So even if she likes you more, that's not saying very much.” 

“I’m here because my parents are dead.”

“There was something fantastically bewitching about the idea that a person's destiny could change in one single night.” 

“Chaos tilted his head, eyes landing on their intertwined hands. “

“who shared bits of their magic with this book.” 

“Luck had nothing to do with it,”

“Just love him the same way you live your life—love him without holding back, love him as if every day with him will be more magical than the last, love him as if he’s your destiny and the world will be better if you two are together, and he won’t be able to ever stop loving you.” 

“What would have been was a question that no one ever knew the answer to.” 

“But there were reasons powerful emotions didn't vanish in a blink, reasons why a person had to become stronger than her feelings to let them go.” 

“If you're trying to warn me away, you don't have to worry,"

“He held on to her as if she were a grudge, his body rigid and tense, as if he really didn’t want her there, and yet his arms were tight around her waist as though he had no intention of ever letting her go.” 

“I’m not going to tell you to trust me, because that’s a terrible idea. But you can believe that if I were going to have you harm Apollo, I wouldn’t be around when it happened.” 

“I'd give you the world if I could. The moon, the stars, and all the suns in the universe. Anything for you, my heart.” 

Fear only excites them, Little Fox.” 

That’s funny. I was about to tell you the same thing.”

“Stay away from her,”

[multistoty]

Private exclusive multimuse @abeautifulmencgerie

Made by @reginaldedits

[friendtotheshadows]

"This is the place were wishes come true, but something is also off."

[mysticmyths]

Medieval fantasy roleplay search

hello, welcome to my new and improved ad. i am twenty two, my pronouns are she/her and i am a fantasy fanatic. i've been on hiatus for a couple months due to some health issues but i've been bitten by the writing bug once more. i'm an advanced literate writer to a novella style. writing is my escapism, so with that being said -- plotting is essential for more. i adore headcanons and plots and creating little things together. i need the enthusiasm to be returned because it helps keep me invested in the characters and world we build. another important factor for me is creating pinterest boards, i don't know why it's such a game changer for me but it is. i love finding art and songs that fit, i love visuals. all of it! so i ask if my writing partners align with me on that. i will also only write with those eighteen and over.

what i'm looking for in terms of plots, is original fantasy romance. i ADORE it. i play male and female muses, i'm good with any pairing but right now i do have a small lean towards mxf pairings, i don't mind which role i take. i will list here some of the tropes i adore so you can get the idea of what i'm looking for. . . enemies to lovers, villains, morally grey characters, forced proximity, tension, one bed, star crossed lovers, forbidden love, gods/goddesses, fae, vampires, elves, grumpy x sunshine, "who did this to you", touch them and die, kingdoms at war, found family, soulmates/mates, war themes, there are so many more but i feel like it will become tiresome to read so i will stop here, however, if any of it interests you, please feel free to interact or reach out and shoot me a message. i write on discord! another thing to note is the face claims i use are either realistic art or actors/actresses. if you only use female muses, you are welcome with me too! i just request that there isn't any overly submissive characters, i like having some spice and some bickering between the characters.

hopefully i've peaked your interest, i hope to find some passionate fantasy writers. much love!

[queencharlottestory]

Promo by @abicommissions

#Queencharlottestory - indie Queen Charlotte Rp based off Queen Charlotte from the Bridgerton Universe particularly the Queen Charlotte: A Bridgerton Story show. Written by Queen. Multiverse and Multiship

[localroleplayrat]

Open to: m (dom tops if smut comes up) (35+ character, 18+ writer)

Connection: exes, old friends, former fellow gang member/outlaw, former rival outlaw

Plot: After taking care of a shootout, Cloyd finds your muse hiding from the chaos. He's got them on the ground, tying their hands, and when he sees their face.. he realizes it's an old acquaintance.

"What in the.." The Sheriff's brow furrowed. The man beneath him was supposed to be another redneck moron who thought they were a gunslinger. It wasn't supposed to be them.

Cloyd swallowed, and he swallowed hard. His past was back to haunt him, and he ain't even sure the other man was able to recognise him just yet, not with their face in the sand.

What the Hell was he supposed to do? Let them go? Tie 'em up and take them to the station? He was so stuck in his own head that he was too late to realize how they were staring at him from the corner of their eye.

"Don't move a God damn muscle." He growled at them, their wrists caught in his firm grip, as he now returned to the process of tying them up.. but it was too late now.

"McCarty?" They grunted at him.

[heartxshaped-bruises]

@indiestarter OPEN TO.  f // m // nb; (non) mutuals (beta editor) MUSE. Alexandra Munro; Vampire RELATION. your muse and Alexandra are at enmity and yours got abandoned by their group during a fight, left at her mercy. yours could belong to a rival vampire coven, a group of vampire hunters etc. historical settings more than welcome.

                                               ✧･ﾟ  𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑.

       ❛❛I'm curious - what do you think your death will achieve?❜❜ Alexandra crouched down in front of the other. Merely an arm's length away as they hunched on the ground, tense at the shrunken proximity to the vampire matriarch. She knew exactly what they were suspecting. But she wasn't PLAYING MIND GAMES. Not in a way that they expected.

       ❛❛Look at me.❜❜ Alexandra reached out and made them face her with gentle force. ❛❛You feel betrayed, don't you?❜❜, she murmured. ❛❛Right now, you're thinking that it was the only way they could save themselves. That it is your honor to be left behind as a distraction. To die. But these people? OH MY DARLING... they don't care about you.❜❜ Her thumb brushed a tear away that was about to leave another streak on their dirt-covered face. ❛❛So, I'm going to ask again... what do you believe should happen to you?❜❜

[neverhangd]

𝐖𝐞'𝐫𝐞 𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐬, 𝐰𝐞'𝐫𝐞 𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐤𝐧𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐬....

THE SINKING SHIP is a brand new Our Flag Means Death-themed Golden Age of Piracy Discord RPG open to characters from history, myth, legend, original creation, and other media (Pirates of the Caribbean, Black Sails, etc.). This is a space for like-minded writers both to roleplay via the Discord system and to connect, hang out, and network with one another, and we are pleased to be officially soft-launching this week! Details including the link to join are below.

𝐈𝐬 𝐚 𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞'𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮?

Story Arc 1: Kraken's Return

The Golden Age of Piracy does not seem very golden at the moment for the former co-captains of The Revenge as Blackbeard begins his bent as the Kraken and the Gentleman Pirate finds himself without a ship and half a crew. Everyone's nerves are frazzled. Stede and the marooned crew manage to get to safe-ish port at the Republic of Pirates and set their goals on one of two things: a ship for pursuit or a fuckery to draw Blackbeard back to them. Whether either will work is a shot in the dark. Meanwhile Blackbeard, Izzy, and the crew they stole away are finally doing some real pirating again. Except Blackbeard's swung all the way back round to being a danger to anyone around him, so survival becomes the major focus for those still onboard The Revenge.

The powers that be, royal, mysterious, or otherwise, have deemed fit to set a high bounty on Blackbeard's head for his desertion of privateer duties. There are some who even have it in for the Gentleman Pirate at this point, after hearing weird stories about a partnership with Blackbeard, the robbery and utter destruction of a high society social vessel under false identities, and his vaunted wealth at sea. Suffice to say, both are prominently wanted figures now, drawing a variety of personalities to the ocean waves looking for a piece of the action.

THE SINKING SHIP is currently open & seeking: - canon crew members - adapted historical figures - time & thematically appropriate original characters - time & thematically appropriate characters from other media currently accepting up to three iterations of all canon characters.

template & psd by CALISOURCES

[a-play-on-words]

Open historical RP WW2 // Sergeant x (open) // MxM // mature themes may occur // 18+ // discord // dm for details

War was a merciless abyss, a realm where only the foolhardy or the deceased dared to deny its wretchedness. The looming specter of death, forever lurking in the shadows, bore down upon the soul with an unbearable weight. Some men, unable to bear the burden, surrendered their defenses and ventured forth into the maw of battle, yearning for swift release from this interminable torment. To die swiftly seemed a preferable fate to the ceaseless waiting. Each night, sleep evaded their weary frames, replaced by haunting screams that echoed through fitful slumbers, their minds tormented by unfathomable nightmares.

Sebastian had never aspired to ascend the ranks and become a superior officer. Yet, when his eyes beheld the chilling sight of his commanding officer being ruthlessly gunned down, fate bestowed upon him an unwelcome and unearned promotion. Now, burdened with the responsibility for lives he did not wish to bear, Sebastian grappled with the weight of his conscience. There was no way to abdicate this newfound authority. Such was the twisted trajectory of his existence, perpetually teetering on the precipice of death, constantly consumed by the fear that even the slightest exhalation might expose their location to the merciless Nazis. Sebastian pondered whether succumbing to the hands of his captors or meeting an instantaneous demise would be the lesser of two evils. Whispers of the German concentration camps had reached his ears, and the mere concept of them sickened his soul. Yet, it was precisely for the eradication of such abominations that he fought this war.

Morning crept upon them, unremarkable in its semblance to countless sleepless nights prior. The men huddled together, seeking solace in the meager warmth of a small fire they had kindled. The frigid air invaded their makeshift camp, a constant reminder of their vulnerability. A dilapidated German town had reluctantly offered them a shattered haven, and they had sought refuge within the confines of an old, desolate warehouse. Distant gunshots reverberated through the air, a somber reminder that safety was but a fleeting illusion. It was a perilous choice they faced—remain sheltered within these crumbling walls or venture out onto the treacherous streets. Some among them were grievously wounded, while others teetered on the precipice of oblivion. Sebastian brought a cigarette to his lips, inhaling deeply, his gaze fixated upon the empty streets. The acrid stench of blood and gunpowder clung to the air, assailing his senses. He grimaced, flicking the dwindling cigarette to the ground, extinguishing its feeble glow beneath the weight of his boot. A protracted sigh escaped his lips, his hand navigating through disheveled locks of hair, before his gaze settled upon his men. They sought direction, a guiding light in this enveloping darkness. But Sebastian, burdened by the weight of his own uncertainties, found himself bereft of the guidance they so desperately needed.

As the morning light slowly washed over the war-torn landscape, Sebastian's gaze lingered on the weary faces of his comrades. Each man bore the scars of their own battles, both seen and unseen. Their eyes, once filled with hope and youthful vigor, now reflected a mixture of fear, fatigue, and a shared longing for a respite from the horrors of war. It was in their eyes that Sebastian found his own dwindling resolve rekindled, a flicker of determination to protect and lead them through this living nightmare.

The distant sounds of artillery fire drew nearer, prompting Sebastian to break the heavy silence that hung over their small encampment. His voice, though laced with the weight of uncertainty, carried a hint of unyielding determination. "Gather your belongings, boys. We can't afford to stay here any longer. It's time to move."

The men stirred, their weariness momentarily overshadowed by a renewed sense of purpose. They hastily packed their meager belongings, shouldering the weight of their rifles and donning their worn-out helmets. With a collective understanding, they prepared to venture back into the abyss, their lives once again entrusted to the hands of fate and their reluctant leader. As they cautiously stepped out onto the desolate streets, the grim reality of their surroundings intensified. Buildings stood as skeletal remnants, mere shells of the lives they once housed. The air hung heavy with the scent of destruction, a poignant reminder of the lives lost and the innocence shattered. Sebastian led the way, his footsteps echoing through the silence, each stride fueled by a desperate yearning for survival. They navigated through the war-ravaged town, their senses attuned to every subtle shift in the landscape. Shadows danced on the crumbling walls, playing tricks on their fatigued minds. Sebastian's heart raced, his instincts honed by months of relentless warfare. His gaze darted from one hiding spot to another, searching for signs of danger or the hidden presence of their enemy.

Suddenly, a sharp crack echoed through the air, the distinctive sound of a sniper's shot. Instinctively, the men scattered, seeking refuge behind whatever rubble they could find. Fear surged through their veins, intertwining with the adrenaline coursing through their bodies. They had become prey, stalked by unseen predators. Sebastian's mind raced, calculating their next move. Taking cover behind a partially collapsed wall, Sebastian observed the chaos unfolding around him.

[queenjudeofthefolk]

@queenjudeofthefolk

Indie semiselective take on Jude Duarte from the Folk of Air trilogy by Holly Black written by literature

icon border by the lovely @slayrph

[rphelperblog]

Daughter of the Pirate King Book Quote Rp Meme

book by Tricia Levenseller - feel free to change pronouns or edit quotes for rp purposes

“Everyone has something dark in their past. I suppose it's our job to overcome it. And if we can’t overcome it, then all we can do is make the most of it.” 

“The sea watches over me. She protects her own.”

“You are here because I want information.” 

“That’s nice. I want a clean cell.” 

I owe him my life and my allegiance. He is the best thing I have, and I would never do anything to hurt or betray him.” 

“A challenge and an insult all wrapped into one. My specialty.” 

“Oh, the ridiculous things one has to do when one is a pirate.” 

“Lass, you've the face of an angel but the tongue of a snake.” 

“I live on the cusp of two worlds, trying desperately to fit into one.” 

“I am me because I choose to be me. I am what I want. Some people say you have to find yourself. Not I. I believe we create ourselves to be what we want.”

“I am me because I choose to be me. I am what I want. Some people say you have to find yourself. Not I. I believe we create ourselves to be what we want” 

“then remembers he’s not wearing a shirt. A fact I haven’t been able to forget.” 

“I’ve no choice but to seduce the captain.” 

“I want to kiss you again.” 

“No I can only tell what you're feeling."

“He’s an ugly drunk because it takes away the pain. He has no desire to live, yet no desire to die, either. It’s a tough spot to be in.” 

“It’s a bold and stupid move. I like it.” 

“Anyone ever tell you, you can't be hurt by something you don't believe in?"

“Your gun would have a hard time working once it’s wet.” 

“I didn’t say I had to be the one to shoot.” 

“But let’s face it, you’d like that pleasure for yourself.” 

“You’re welcome to ask one of the crew to share. I’m sure any of them would volunteer.” 

“Just as there is a destination far beyond this one, there will be a time far beyond this one when there won't be any pain, just the memory of it.” 

“My father controls the ocean.” 

“I know all the horrible things he’s put you through. And I am here to liberate you.” 

Do you think a single member of the crew would be able to focus on their duties if you wore that?” 

“If we’re to survive this, you need to stay put.” 

“There you are. You’re a bit younger than I expected.”

“What the—I misread where that was going. I wanted to irritate him. To get under his skin. To mess with him because he’s working for the enemy. I hadn’t exactly expected him to get all mushy as a result.”

“She’s got a fiery temperament that matches the red hair atop her head.” 

"Please. I want this. Don't you want this?" 

“Being underestimated always works to my advantage. But sometimes I find it offensive. That often makes me violent” 

“There are different kinds of fathers. Those who love unconditionally, those who love on condition, and those who never love at all.” 

“I think you’re acting like a jealous husband.” 

You know, men that women shackle themselves onto.” 

"Yes. I just can't figure out if you're a good pirate or a really good pirate.” 

“I value other traits above an affinity for torture and power over those weaker than oneself. I value brilliant minds, honest souls, and those with long endurance. I forge relationships based on trust and mutual respect, not fear and control.” 

“Pain goes away eventually.Death is permanent.” 

“My own crew back at the keep is nearly entirely composed of women. A fact I am proud of.” 

“I am always the one in control.” 

“You saved me.” “

Yes, and then you took credit for it. What kind of thanks is that? That was damned insulting.” 

“How can I be betrayed by someone who was never on my side to begin with?”

“When fancy strikes, a man gets this notion in his mind that everything a woman does is for him.” 

“Which means if I’m to keep up appearances, I’ll have to escape the ship. Then get caught on purpose. Oh, the ridiculous things one has to do when one is a pirate.” 

“I’ll say whatever I please. I’m not a lady, I’m a pirate!” 

he only said I ‘probably’ shouldn’t speak to her, on account of beautiful women have a way of playing tricks on a man’s mind. But it wasn’t a direct order.” 

“Yes, we should all worship the stars. They are as useful as they are beautiful. Some never change position. They are constants in the sky. Without them, we would be lost.” 

“If you ever try to make me lose face in front of my men like that again, I may just leave your cell unlocked at night so anyone can wander in, and I will fall asleep, listening to your screams.”

 “You’re daft if you think you will ever hear me scream. And you’d better pray you never fall asleep while my cell is unlocked.”

“You`re a woman. Act like it. You shouldn`t be saying such foul-'

“He wears his confidence as if it is merely another article of clothing upon his person.” 

'Because pirates aren`t supposed to look like you and talk like you talk and do what you do. You`re confusing, and it`s messing with my head.”

“He said I was beautiful?”

“I think you’re acting like a jealous husband.” 

“You know, men that women shackle themselves onto.” 

“Even a man who’s spent his whole life at sea has reason to fear her when she’s angry. But not I. I sleep soundly. Listening to her music. The sea watches over me. She protects her own.” 

“Imagine that you traveled all over the world, looking for happiness, looking for thrills to pass the time. Imagine seeing everything there is to see and still not finding happiness.” 

“Well, I made you something. Look here. I gave this squid your face.” 

“If you’re sorry, that means you want forgiveness. Is that what you’re asking for? If you want forgiveness, that means you want to make things right. And if you want to make things right, that means that you don’t intend to put me in harm’s way again. So, if you are saying you’re sorry, I don’t think you understand what that entails.” 

“Many can’t even grow hair on their chins.” 

"You stole my blanket, “

“Just as there is a destination far beyond this one, there will be a time far beyond this one when there won’t be any pain, just the memory of it.” 

“Has he been conscious at all?” 

“Yes. He woke up once and looked at me funny.” 

“Did he say anything?” 

“He said, ‘You don’t have red hair.’ Then he fell back asleep.” 

“But if I’m being honest … it’s because he said please.” 

“Everyone has something dark in their past. I suppose it's our job to overcome it.” 

“Imagine that you traveled all over the world, looking for happiness, looking for thrills to pass the time. Imagine seeing everything there is to see and still not finding happiness. Well, that would give you a very bleak outlook on life, would it not?” 

"I was born to the pirate king.” 

“I am me because I choose to be me. I am what I want. Some people say you have to find yourself. Not I. I believe we create ourselves to be what we want. Any aspect of ourselves that we do not like can be altered if we make an effort.” 

“Easy? Do you think it was easy for me to watch you? Seeing you up there, knowing the pain you must be in, it … it made me feel—it would have hurt less if I had been the one hanging. I hated myself for what happened. And the only way I could punish myself was to force myself to watch you in pain. That was my punishment.” 

“he turns me to the right, where we face a set of stairs leading belowdecks. It’s an uncomfortable trip downward. Twice I miss a step and nearly tumble all the way down. he catches me each time, but his grip is always firmer than necessary. My skin will likely be bruised by tomorrow. Knowing this makes me angry.Which is why when we are three steps from the bottom, I trip him.He’s clearly not expecting it. He falls, but I didn’t take into account that tight grip of his. So, naturally, he takes me with him.The impact is painful.” 

“Easy? Do you think it was easy for me to watch you? Seeing you up there, knowing the pain you must be in, it … it made me feel—it would have hurt less if I had been the one hanging. I hated myself for what happened. And the only way I could punish myself was to force myself to watch you in pain. That was my punishment.” 

“mostly human. But when I allow myself to use the gifts my mother gave me, I become something else. And it kills me a little inside each time I have to fight it back off.” 

“I stay because he’s my brother. Because he is the only family member who loves me unconditionally. Something you could never understand.” 

[multistoty]

edits of muses written by my friend over at @housecofmuses

[friendtotheshadows]

"I don't think I am the sister you are looking for."

[magicxsmile]

open to females - historical era setting

william was one of his lord’s guards, he went everywhere with him on his travels, and fought alongside him in their battles. however, there was no place better than when they came back to their village. it was only here where he was able to truly unwind, and they were all able to have some fun. they had all been gone for around five months, but now he was finally walking back through the doors of the old tavern they had always used to vacat. “ well , look who is back” william grinned, as he greeted some of the people he knew, before heading over to the bar for his ale. “ just the usual , love.”

[queencharlottestory]

#Queencharlottestory : indie Queen Charlotte Rp based off Queen Charlotte from the Bridgerton Universe particularly the Queen Charlotte: A Bridgerton Story show. Written by Queen. Multiverse and Multiship

[soldqts]

an indie + selective portrayal of paul bäumer. historical fiction and influenced by the time period. based primarily around the anti-war novel 'all quiet on the western front' 1929 and movie + film adaptations.

content warning for war, loss, extreme violence. appropriate content warnings will always be provided. if you have any problem with this and this blog overall simply do not interact.