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thecrenellations · 2 months
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Oh, you married the older sister (?) of the friend/crush you connected with on a dangerous adventure as a teenager? She has some gender stuff going on and was pretty much the only person who could get through to him when he was extremely ill after one of the most traumatic experiences of his life? On a scale of Jerott Blyth to Sounis Sophos, how well did it go?
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yarapara122001 · 3 days
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I might have seen my favorite childhood musical and was suddenly a younger me back in the 2000’s… ✨🐖✨
No but seriously I would have never imagined being able to see this musical ever and it was so well done and I loved it so much! I yelled so much at the end of the evening haha oops-
I will cherish this so much! And heck! I might even draw some more of this musical…😭🫶🏻💖
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mametupa · 1 year
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“My God! She's doing this.”
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comicwaren · 6 months
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From White Widow #001
Art by Alessandro Miracolo and Matt Milla
Written by Sarah Gailey
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saisons-en-enfer · 4 months
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Marthe Alexandre on a vintage postcard
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thevisualvamp · 3 months
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Artists and Models
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rikdrawsthings · 1 year
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linnheidi · 16 days
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Portraits of lovely Marthe for Yogarommet
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thecrenellations · 20 days
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I love this image of them facing each other, and there’s just … so much that’s true and untrue in his statement.
Marthe is correct: Francis ran off with her girlfriend and the Dame de Doubtance was more than okay with it.
Now, however, he’s been stopped from returning to Russia/Güzel BY MARTHE, so he sure doesn’t have her anymore! Neither sibling does.
Güzel had him - he was the jewel in her jewel box. He chose to go with her in order to ensure the PiF crew’s safety. He didn’t know if he would survive when he made that promise, and he didn’t want to survive. He only started sleeping with her after being faced with the fact that she was harming someone else in his place. He didn’t love her, he’s in love with someone else, and she sent him Gabriel’s dead body in a sarcophagus.
It’s not like Marthe knows the details of that. It’s been nearly four years. He still stole her girlfriend, right after the turning point in their relationship as siblings, right after she helped him heal with shared poetry.
They’re no jewel and jewel box, but you know whose relationship is also messed up? Marthe and Jerott’s. <3
As Marthe points out soon, she has Jerott! She completed the dysfunctional swap, and they’re still married … so does she arguably have more than Francis has?
Speaking of marriage, Francis is currently married to the person he’s in love with who loves him back and is perfect for him and — yeah okay this whole book is about how much of a mess that is. But still.
AND TRULY. From Marthe’s perspective, her little brother has always had all she does not, for the arbitrary reasons of legitimacy (lol) and gender. She has known this her entire life. And the reader learns that her life will end in place of his, the catalyst to his happiness and meaningful future. This exchange is about Güzel, but even discounting her, as complicated and traumatic as his own life has been, Francis’s statement is laughable.
“the palms of his hands, yielding and empty” … Is there nothing in the cup for me? 😭
He says this mere seconds after kissing her husband and making him bluescreen. Francis….
And as always, I may be wrong and I’m sure there’s even more …
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unhelpfulfemme · 19 days
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Not me realizing that the Marthe/Guzel/Francis situation maps perfectly onto "Jolene", with Francis as, of course, Jolene
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gw666 · 2 months
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Top Albums February 2024
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sepvlcral · 4 months
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saisons-en-enfer · 4 months
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semicolonsandsimiles · 7 months
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angstober/whumptober day 3: solitary confinement.
Lymond Chronicles, Marthe near the end of Pawn in Frankincense
She was herded up a long narrow stair, down a short hallway, and into a small room. The mutes locked the door and left her.
Her tools had been left to her. One did not repair a harpischord with lock picks. For something to do rather than from any hope of escape, Marthe examined the small, high window; the stone walls; the sparse pallet; the low bench bearing a pitcher of water and a cup; the door and its lock. Then she lay on the pallet and failed to sleep.
Some time later the door opened and a mute bearing a tray of food entered. He shut the door and set the food on the bench, then remained standing in front of the door while Marthe forced herself to eat as much as she could. She did not expect any opportunity for escape to arise, but she still wanted to be physically capable of taking advantage if it did.
A mute - a different one each time - brought her food twice a day, always waiting in front of the door until Marthe finished eating. Occasionally a second came to carry the chamber pot away and bring it back, emptied. When she was not sleeping Marthe paced, or else sat half-insensible, trying not to think; there was nothing to think about.
She saw no one else. No one came to interrogate her on the message she had carried to Philippa; of course they did not. Kiaya Khatun was here. She had known all along Marthe's role with Lymond, had known all along he would attempt to rescue the child and the girl. Her plan, Marthe guessed, had begun even before the day they all converged in Lyon; Lymond's, desperately dependent on Archie and elephant dung, was foiled before it even began.
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Marthe Alexandre on a vintage postcard
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