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Queen of the Ice
Pairing: Nikolai Lantsov x reader
Requested by Anonymous
Summary: Before his wedding, a ball is to be held...
In one week, Prince Nikolai Lantsov would be a married man. He had yet to meet his bride-to-be, but he knew that she was the daughter of a rather powerful nobleman. He knew that his marriage would strengthen the crown’s power, but he knew little else. Nikolai had been told the very basics about his future wife: she was intelligent, she enjoys reading, she was well-mannered, she had a sizable dowry. He wouldn’t even meet his bride until a few days before the wedding!
Queen Tatiana had decided to throw her son a party before his wedding; a masked ball. Invitations were sent out to all members of the Ravkan Court as well as the gentry. You are cordially invited to the Grand Palace for a celebration for His Most Royal Highness, Prince Nikolai Lantsov, Grand Duke of Udova, before his upcoming marriage. Costumes are encouraged to be as elaborate as possible.
And the attendees heeded their instructions. Guests appeared as a variety of animals and mythological creatures, some being so bold as to come dressed as members of the royal family. The guest of honor came dressed as the privateer, Sturmhond, an exact replica of his signature teal frock coat and his hair Tailored to a reddish-orange shade. The mask he wore was the visage of a fox, calling to Sturmhond’s other nickname. Needless to say, the guests loved it.
You had not been explicitly invited to the ball, but hadn’t not been invited. So, after your mother and father departed, you pulled a gown from your wardrobe and called for your friend who also happened to be a Tailor. In half-an-hour, you were transformed into a version of a Fjerdan sylph of the ice. Your hair had been Tailored to an icy white, your gown was of the palest blue, glittering when you moved, tulle and silk flowing behind you when you walked. Your mask was diamond and sapphire, obscuring your face from the nose up, and your jewelry matched.
“So,” you said, spinning before the mirror. “Am I ready for the Palace?” Your friend smiled, pride flickering in her chest both at her work and at you, her dearest friend, a soon-to-be princess. “You’re ready for the world, Y/N,” she said, ushering you out the door and to the waiting carriage. When you arrived at the Palace, you slipped mostly unnoticed into the ballroom, all the guests masked, and quickly joined the throng.
Nikolai saw you immediately, and he cut his way through the crowd to you. “Pardon me,” he said when he approached. “But I do not believe I saw you enter earlier.” You spun around and came face to face with a man dressed as Sturmhond. You only had to look at him for a moment more to realize that this was Prince Nikolai, your fiance. “There are easily over a hundred guests here, sir. How can you be sure you didn’t see me?”
“Sturmhond” smiled, taking your hand in his. “Because, you are by far the most beautiful woman here. And I remember beautiful women.” Heat crept up your neck, and you felt your lips curling into a smile. “You can only see half of my face,” you replied, and “Sturmhond” laughed. “Yes, but it’s more than that. You carry yourself with such grace and poise, such confidence. Beauty is more than appearance, Miss…?”
You playfully retracted your hand. “Oh, now that would defeat the purpose of a masked ball, wouldn’t it, ‘Sturmhond’?” He smiled wider, once more taking your hand. “I suppose it would…isdrottning.” At your questioning look, he elaborated. “Isdrottning is Fjerdan for ‘ice queen’.” You smiled yet again. “Observative for a pirate.” “Sturmhond”’s face lit up in a wicked grin. “I’m a privateer, I’ll have you know. Now, would Her Majesty of the Ice care for a dance?”
You squeezed the hand he had taken. “I would, privateer.” He led you onto the dance floor, where dozens of other couples were also pairing off. This hadn’t been part of your plan for attending the ball, but it was certainly turning out to be beneficial. You had been told very little about your fiance: that he was kind, that he liked to read, that he liked the sea. When you asked for more information or to meet him more than a few days before the wedding, you were brushed off.
But here you were, dancing with the man you were set to marry, and he seemed every bit a caring, kind gentleman. He took genuine interest in you, listened when you spoke, laughed at your jokes, and took every effort over the evening to be in your company. Nikolai Lantsov was a man you could be happy with, and when you left the Palace, you left feeling lighter than you had in months and even excited for your wedding. There was more to learn about the prince, of course, but you knew firsthand that he was a good and honorable gentleman.
Nikolai, on the other hand, left the ball feeling low and dejected. The woman he’d spent most of the evening with had been everything he could have wanted in a woman: smart, kind, caring, funny, and stunningly gorgeous. Hours had felt like minutes in her presence, and Nikolai barely dared to name the feeling she had sparked in him. But as he lay awake, tossing and turning with visions of his Queen of the Ice in his head, he couldn’t deny it. He had fallen in love, a week before his wedding, with a woman he would never see again. At least he didn’t know her name, that would be a comfort. Nikolai would never know the identity of the woman who had stolen his heart.
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Your Most Royal Highness, I present Lady Y/N L/N, daughter of the Duke of Adena.” Nikolai stood as you entered the room, bowing his head to you. You were beautiful, yes, but his heart yearned for the woman at the ball, his sylph of the ice. You curtsied, but rather than lower your gaze to the floor, you looked him in the eye, a smirk on your face. “Lady Y/N,” Nikolai said, taking your hand and kissing it. “It is an honor to meet you.”
He was expecting a greeting along the lines of “The honor is mine, Your Highness,” but your response completely floored him. “Don’t you recognize me, Sailor Boy?” Nikolai blinked, attempting to process your words. Was it…? No, there was no way. “I beg your pardon?” You laughed softly. “And here I thought I wasn’t so easily forgettable.” The way you held yourself, the way you spoke…your voice, it was… “Isdrottning?” he asked, and you dipped into another curtsey.
“At your service, privateer.” Nikolai broke out into a massive smile, fighting the urge to pull you into his arms. “It’s truly you?” “It is, Your Highness.” “Oh please,” he said, taking your hands and kissing them. “Call me Nikolai. I had no clue you were invited to the ball.” “I wasn’t, strictly speaking. I had my friend Tailor my hair and sneak me in.” Nikolai smiled. “But why?” “Well, I wanted to see what all the fuss was about. And I wanted to see what you were really like.”
Your fiance cocked his head. “What I’m really like?” You nodded. “I’d been told next to nothing about you, and it was killing me. And… you’re exactly what I dreamed you’d be like.” The prince felt himself blush. “Can I be honest, Y/N?” “Please.” “At the ball, you were everything I dreamed of finding in a woman. And it broke my heart, because you weren’t mine. But now… Saints, I have no words to tell you how happy I am. Because in one night I fell in love with you.”
You gaped, feeling butterflies explode in your stomach. “R-really?” “Yes,” he responded. “And I will spend the rest of my life trying to show you how much.” You felt yourself blush, squeezing his hand. “I think I already fell for you, Nikolai.” He beamed, and once he realized the two of you were alone, he tipped your chin up and kissed you. “I’m afraid we can’t speak long,” he said, his lips brushing against yours, unwilling to pull further away. “But only two more days until I can kiss you as much as I please.” Nikolai kissed you again, and you returned the kiss with equal fervor. “I can’t wait.”
#nikolai lantsov x reader#shadow and bone fanfiction#nikolai lantsov x you#shadow and bone reader insert
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US Vogue November 1, 1955
Anne St. Marie wearing a black velvet hat with a mesh of a brown veil hiding the edge as well as the woman's face, making the eyes enormous, mysterious. By Tatiana (du Plessix) of Saks Fifth Avenue. Muff, from Norwegian blue fox from Saga.
Anne St. Marie coiffée d'un chapeau envelours noir avec une maille d'un voile marron masquant le bord ainsi que le visage de la femme, rendant les yeux énormes et mystérieux. Par Tatiana (du Plessix) de Saks Fifth Avenue. Manchon, de renard bleu norvégien de Saga.
Photo Roger Prigent
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#us vogue#november 1955#fashion 50s#1955-56#fall/winter#automne/hiver#tatiana of saks fifth avenue#saga#anne st. marie#roger prigent#fox muff#voilette#Tatiana du plessix
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De Emma à Jem
Cher Jem,
Comme promis, voilà les dernières nouvelles concernant la Maison qui S’accrochait à sa Malédiction. Spoiler : je pense que nous allons encore avoir besoin de ton aide. (Demande à Kit ce qu’est un spoiler si tu ne connais pas le mot.)
Donc voilà où nous en sommes : nous avons rassemblé tous les objets – selon nous – qui sont liés à la malédiction. Nous les avons installés dans la salle à manger et avons allumé des bougies, mais il ne s’est rien passé. Julian a dit que c’était comme si nous essayions de faire passer une soirée romantique à ces objets. Je crois que nous avons été optimistes en imaginant que ça pouvait être aussi simple !
Ces dernières semaines, nous avons récupéré un certain nombre de livres qui expliquent comment rompre les malédictions. Nous avons aussi fait quelques recherches sur internet, mais je dois dire qu’on ne peut jamais être sûr que ce qu’on trouve « en ligne » est une vraie formule magique ou quelque chose en rapport avec je ne sais quel jeu. Julian, évidemment, avait déjà lu les livres et remarqué les similitudes de la plupart des sorts pour rompre les malédictions. Dans tous les cas, il faut réunir les objets maudits et allumer des chandelles de suif. Heureusement nous avons pu acheter des chandelles de suif au Marché Obscur, et nous les avons disposées en cercle autour des objets. Quand nous les avons allumées, ça avait l’air très mystérieux et occulte.
Nous avons associé plusieurs sorts en latin trouvés dans les livres pour essayer d’obtenir quelque chose qui nous convenait. L’idée, c’était « Nous demandons à ce que la malédiction jetée sur ces objets soit rompue, au nom de l’Ange Raziel ». Nous avons fait de notre mieux pour avoir l’air important, comme si nous connaissions bien Raziel et allions le rejoindre au pub pour boire une pinte une fois que nous en aurions fini avec la malédiction.
Bon, je suis sûre que tu es horrifié par notre décision d’avoir entrepris ça nous même, et tu as raison, nous n’aurions pas dû, mais ça nous réjouissait tellement d’avoir tous les objets que nous avons pensé que nous pouvions au moins essayer. Après tout, ça ne pouvait pas faire tant de mal que ça ?
Eh bien si ! Beaucoup de mal ! Tout de suite un vent froid et humide s’est levé dans la salle à manger et a formé des cercles, éteignant la plupart des bougies. Je me suis mise à frissonner, non pas parce qu’il faisait froid (même s’il faisait effectivement très froid tout d’un coup), mais parce que j’avais la chair de poule. J’avais une horrible impression de noirceur envahissante, comme si ma vision devenait plus floue sur les côtés. Julian a commencé à feuilleter rapidement les livres, à la recherche d’un sort pour tout annuler.
Et puis, bien sûr, la boite à musique sur le buffet s’est mise à jouer toute seule. Et ce n’était pas du tout la mélodie qu’elle joue d’habitude, une valse de Strauss. C’était une autre mélodie, quelque chose de dissonant et criard (enfin, aussi criard que les tintements d’une boite à musique puissent être). Et elle était forte ! Bien plus forte que peut l’être n’importe quelle boite à musique, comme si le son était amplifié et propagé dans toute la pièce.
- Nooon.
Le mot avait été soufflé sévèrement, et j’ai senti une présence qui se glissait dans la pièce. Rupert, semi-transparent et le regard furieux. Il a passé une main lumineuse à travers les bougies pour en éteindre les flammes. Par l’Ange, le vent est retombé et l’air s’est réchauffé. Et j’ai senti que je pouvais de nouveau respirer. Julian et moi avons échangé un regard.
- Nephilim, a soufflé Rupert.
C’était certainement le plus que nous l’ayons entendu prononcer, en termes de vrais mots et phrases bien distincts. Je ne sais pas si c’était parce qu’il était en colère, ou parce que le sort pour rompre la malédiction avait eu un minuscule effet.
- Nephilim… ne jouez pas avec la magie. Tatiana joua avec la magie. Elle en fût… détruite.
Il était si irrité que les traits de son visage semblaient changer de forme. Ses yeux s’agrandissaient à tel point qu’il ressemblait à un personnage d’aminé. Les commissures de ses lèvres s’affaissaient.
- Cela ne vaut pas la peine de vous détruire, a-t-il soupiré. Trouvez une autre solution. Ou laissez-moi emprisonné.
Sur ces mots, il a disparu – il s’est envolé en plusieurs morceaux blanc argenté, comme des papiers qui volent dans le vent.
J’ai eu un frisson dans le dos. Rupert. Je crois que je le préférais quand il pouvait seulement déplacer des objets dans la poussière.
Bref, nous aurions besoin de ton aide. Peut-être nous faut-il un sorcier pour prononcer la bonne formule magique. Mais plus nous observons les objets que nous avons rassemblés, plus nous nous demandons si l’un d’entre eux n’est pas le bon. Il faut dire que nous avons suivi des indices douteux pour les trouver. Et nous avons tellement ennuyé Hypatia, Magnus et Ragnor que je ne pense pas que nous pourrions encaisser que l’un d’entre eux arrive pour nous dire que le problème vient des objets.
Du coup… est-ce que toi et Tessa accepteriez de venir nous rendre visite et jeter un œil à la question ? Peut-être que vous pourrez nous en apprendre plus sur les objets puisque vous en avez reconnus certains. Et avec un ex-Frère Silencieux et une sorcière, je suis sûre que nous aurons assez de sagesse magique pour comprendre ce que nous devrions faire. Nous aimerions bien vous voir tous les quatre, à vrai dire, si vous avez envie d’en faire une sortie en famille. Nous pourrons surveiller Mina pour vous ! Il y aura des scones ! Et maintenant que les elfes ont enlevé toutes les berces qui envahissaient les jardins, ils sont très jolis ! Agréables pour se promener, ou si Kit est d’humeur adolescente à ruminer, ils sont bien aussi pour ruminer. Est-ce que j’ai parlé des scones ?
Je vous embrasse,
Emma
Texte original de Cassandra Clare ©
Traduction d’Eurydice Bluenight ©
Le texte original est à lire ici : https://secretsofblackthornhall.tumblr.com/post/690130561075986432/emma-to-jem
#cassandra clare#secrets of blackthorn hall#cassandra jean#sobh#emma carstairs#julian blackthorn#the shadowhuter chronicles#shadowhunters#tsc#jem carstairs#tessa gray#rupert blackthorn#kit herondale#mina carstairs
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Photophobia d' Ivan Ostrochovský ,Pavol Pekarčík
Un film de Ivan Ostrochovský ,Pavol Pekarčík Avec: Nikita Tyshchenko, Viktoriia Mats, Yana Yevdokymova, Yevhenii Borshch, Anna Tyshchenko, Vitaly Pavlovitch, Tatiana ValentynovnaPar une froide matinée de février, Niki, 12 ans, et sa famille arrivent à la station de métro de Kharkiv pour se mettre à l’abri de la terrifiante guerre qui fait rage à l’extérieur. Pour la famille de Niki, la lumière du jour est synonyme de danger mortel, et le garçon n’est pas autorisé à quitter les locaux de la station, vivant sous la lueur constante des néons. Alors qu’il erre sans but dans les wagons abandonnés et sur les quais pleins, Niki rencontre Vika (11), et un nouveau monde s’ouvre à lui. Au fur et à mesure que leur lien se renforce, les enfants retrouvent le courage de sentir le soleil sur leur visage.
Retrouvez l'article complet ici https://lemagcinema.fr/microcritique/photophobia-d-ivan-ostrochovsky-pavol-pekarcik/
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Бессмертие вечного духа Сокрыто в спокойствии сна, Меняя картины Вселенной Возрождается волей душа. Вольный дух могучего рода Оживляет прекрасного лик, Прославляя героев народа Человек создаёт новый мир. На вершине науки искусства Расцветают сады - города Архитектор космической жизни Возвышает чело мудреца. Великолепие мудрости сердца Окрыляет сознания суть, Наделяя умом здравый смысл И желанием смелую грудь. В парадоксе чудесных открытий - Просвещение и опыт людей, Гениальность величия мысли, Прогрессивность смысла идей. Княжна Татьяна Романова The immortality of eternal spirit Hidden in the calm of a dream, Changing the images of Universe The soul reborn by its will. The free will of the mighty race Revives the beautiful face, By celebrating the heroes of the people Man is creating a new world. At the top of art science Blooming the cities gardens The architect of cosmic life Raises the head of sage. The magnificence of the heart’s wisdom is The growing wings of the essence of the mind, By giving a wit to a sense And the desire to a brave breast. In the paradox of wonderful discoveries is The human education and experience, The brilliance of the thought, The progressivity of the meaning of ideas. Princess Tatiana Romanova L'immortalité de l'esprit éternel Se cache dans le calme du sommeil, En changeant des images de l'univers, La renaissance par la volonté de l'âme. L'esprit de grandeur de race Ravive la beauté du visage, En célébrant les héros du peuple L'homme crée un nouveau monde. Au sommet de la science de l'art Refleurissent des villes jardins L'architecte de la vie cosmique Soulève la tête du sage. La magnificence de la sagesse du cœur Pousse des ailes à l'essence de la conscience En donnant un sens à l’esprit Et avec un désir de poitrine courageuse. Dans le paradoxe des découvertes merveilleuses... Éducation et expériences humaines, La brillance de la pensée, Progressivité du sens des idées. Princesse Tatiana Romanova (à Éze, Provence-Alpes-Cote D'Azur, France) https://www.instagram.com/p/Ckv3ih9j5ND/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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Thanks to this recent post I've been thinking about how I'd like Drag Race in Mexico to go down, and I don't have everything figured out but I've made some decisions:
**The Host**
I'd love for Paris Bang Bang to host because I think she's a great mirror of RuPaul, as in a lot of queens know her and respect her, she's iconic, she's been fighting for drag to be taken seriously and has been creating opportunities for drag queens.
If it has to be a Ru-girl I think they'll definitely choose Valentina to bring in the numbers (although I'd love to see Denali, Lolita or Crystal even more), if that's the case I want and need a local queen (Paris) to be her Michelle Visage.
**The Judges**
Whether this are guest judges or just special guests I don't care, I just want to see this people make an appearance:
- Alejandra Bogue
- Susana Zavaleta
- Tatiana
- Albertano
- El Capi
- Thalia
- Gloria Trevi
- Niurka
- Danna Paola
- Salma Hayek
- Angelica Vale
- Mario Ivan Martinez
- Gilberto Gless
- Maria Leon
**People I DONT want to be involved by any means**
- Yuri (homophobic and misogynistic even tho she says she ain't... 👀 if they invite her she will accept but don't be fooled)
- Ricardo Montaner (the whole Montaner family make me uncomfortable, including Camilo)
- La Guereja (homophobic)
- Jaitovich (I don't know how to explain this one but if you know him you know)
- Lola Cortes (I don't like her approach to "judging", she's rude even though very knowledgeable, I do think she'll be invited if we get the show tho)
**The Queens**
There are MANY mexican queens that are extremely talented and more than capable of doing Drag Race and succeed that I want to see but I think this ones specifically are great options for a strong first cast:
- Alexis3XL
- Jobstar
- Paty Piñata
- Paper Cut
- Rudy Reyes
- Deseos Fab
- Aviesc Who
- Iris XC
- Rebel Mork
- Soro Nasty
- Wynter
- Judas Love
- Danaconda
- Matraka Traka
**The Songs**
If there's something in La Mas Draga that really bothers me is the terrible lipsync song choices, so this are songs I'd like to see:
- Arrasando (Thalia)
- Dr. Psiquiatra (Gloria Trevi)
- Mudanzas (Lupita D'Alessio)
- Grande (Gloria Trevi & Monica Naranjo)
- Acelerar (Timbiriche/Paulina Rubio)
- La Vida es un Carnaval (Celia Cruz)
- Anything from Selena Quintanilla
- Suavemente (Elvis Crespo)
- La Incondicional (Luis Miguel)
- Mis Ojos Lloran Por Ti (Big Boy)
- Que Tire Pa'lante (Daddy Yankee)
- El Baile Del Gorila (Melody)
- El Aventurero (Pedro Fernandez)
- Suavecito Suavecito (Laura Leon)
- Que Nadie Sepa MI Sufrir (Margarita)
- No Me Arrepiento De Este Amor (Gilda)
- Asereje (Las Ketchup)
- Pepe (Jeans)
- De Mi Enamorate (Daniela Romo)
- Aún Lo Amo (Dulce)
- Querida (Juan Gabriel)
- No Querías Lastimarme (Gloria Trevi)
- Ven Conmigo (Christina Aguilera)
- Más Buena (Gloria Trevi & Alejandra Guzman)
- Dopamina (Belinda)
- Abranse Perras (Gloria Trevi)
- La Putivuelta (Manelyk & Karime)
- Bombom Asesino version reggaeton (Ninel Conde)
- Mermelada (Mariana Seoane)
- Quédate Con Ella (Natalia Jimenez)
- Baila Casanova (Paulina Rubio)
- Media Naranja (Fey)
- Lo Que Tenias Conmigo (Maria Jose)
- Como Tu Mujer (Rocío Durcal)
- Ingrato (Gloria Trevi)
- La Gran Señora (Jenni Rivera)
- Pobre Secretaria (Daniela Romo)
- Te Estas Pasando (Lupita D'Alessio)
**The Challenges/Runways**
We need a Telenovela challenge for sure. Also a mexican pink runway. A morning show parody challenge. A Diva challenge (Dulce, Rocío, Daniela, Marisela, etc). A News tv show challenge. 100 Mexicanos Dijeron which is our Family Feud. A typical regional folklore costume runway. Catrinas runway. Legends runway or challenge were they have to create their own mexican legend. A recycling challenge were they have to create an outfit with cardboard and plastic bottles. We can have our own sugar ball, we have tons of traditional mexican candy. Mayan and Aztec culture/heritage inspired runways would be cool and nice to see. A runway inspired on natuve animals like the axolotl and coati. An "if the states were outfits runway", this is different from the typical regional costume but I don't know how to explain it. A viceroyalty runway. A Quinceañera runway... the options are endless. Everything La Mas Draga has wonderfully done already and MORE.
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Diciembre 2021
Los géneros fluidos son perfectos. Vean Titane. Uno puede ser y hacer muchas cosas en la vida, y el género se crea y se transforma día con día.
¿Qué escuché?
1.- Legend. Bob Marley & The Wailers
2- Carnage. Nick Cave
3.- La Tempestad. La Barranca.
4.- Round About Midnight. Miles Davis.
¡Qué leí?
1.- Erradumbre de Luis Alberto Arellano
2.- De pájaros raíces el deseo de Luis Alberto Arellano
3.- De cuerpos moribundos pero sanos de Luis Alberto Arellano.
4.- Plexo de Luis Alberto Arellano
¿Qué vi?
1.- Sucession. 1ra Temporada
2.- Les Yeux San Visage. Dir Georges Franju
3.- Amalgama de Carlos Cuarón
4.- Titane Dir. Julia Ducournau
5.- Noche de Fuego. Dir. Tatiana Huezo
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𝓣𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓪𝓷𝓪 𝓟𝓮𝓽𝓻𝓸𝓿𝓪
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“ They taught me how to K I L L with efficiency and skill and took me from my family ”
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Tatiana Dimitrova-Sanders’ tag dump!
#&&( and sometimes i’m not polite; don’t bite my tongue ) ⟶ tatiana’s conversations#&&( lipstick in a cigarette pack on the dash; i’m a lady like that ) ⟶ tatiana’s musings#&&( untameable; unframeable mona lisa ) ⟶ tatiana’s visage#&&( kiss you like a whiskey fire; turn around leave your heart in a riot ) ⟶ christiana
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LAST ONE!! and my most recent oc -- this lil lady is belle :]
#i got lazy and decided that her hands were behind her back lmao#( visage. ) | take my lead and i'll set you free.#( belle dior. ) | fontaine's little seamstress.#like tatiana belle is also a hydro but she's a bow user unlike tati- who's weapon type is a catalyst ;]#( hailey's art. ) | start and depart for the art of darkness.#( ooc. ) | shut the fuck up; hailey.
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❝ TAG DUUUUMP!! feel free to ignore pyuu~n!! ❞
#❝ I'M TOO CUTE TO FIGHT! E~HEK♥︎ ❞ ; visage#❝ BRING ME TO LIFE ( I'VE BEEN LIVING A LIE ) ❞ ; remi tila dodo & sofa#❝ LOVE LOVE SAYU PYUU~N!! ❞ ; ic#❝ GWAAA!! ❞ ; ooc#❝ HAW? ❞ ; goro's voice#❝ HERE FOR THE SWEET HONEY BUBBLES OF MY ANGELIC VOICE? ❞ ; asks#❝ BUT I AM REAAAL!! ❞ ; crack#❝ MOTION ON THE OCEAN FLOOR! ❞ ; rp thread(s)#❝ SWIMMIN' UNDERSEA PARADE! ❞ ; submissions#❝ YOU CAN PINCH MY CHEEKS IF YOU WANNA!!~ ❞ ; mayday#❝ D'AWW!! BABUMP BABUMP ZUKIE!! ❞ ; zuke#❝ WHO IS THIS... SASSY LOST CHILD? ❞ ; yinu#❝ WHEN'S OUR KPOP COLLAB HAPPENIN'!! ❞ ; 1010 & neon j#❝ PLEASE GIVE ME YOUR SKINCARE ROUTINE... ❞ ; eve#❝ THE BIG BAD AND BY BIG I MEAN THICC. WITH LIKE 3 C'S ❞ ; tatiana#❝ IF THE OCEAN IS SOUP THEN IS EARTH A HUGE BOWL? ❞ ; dj ss#❝ ONE-TWO-THREE-PEAAAACE!! ❞ ; promos
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☓ no time for me ☓
Honey, you're familiar, like my mirror years ago. Idealism sits in prison, chivalry fell on his sword.
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#nhqtask1#chivalry fell on his sword : belen#chivalry fell on his sword : aesthetic#chivalry fell on his sword : visage#task#playlist#playlist 1#my discotheque juliet teenage dream : tatiana valentina#find the wrong within the past : raphael crossborne#you're the last of a dying breed : viktor valentina#i'm here in search of your glory : dimitri valentina#take my pain and turn it into gold : catarina volkov#he was wilder than moonlight : ronan ludolf#easily the weirdest of the playlists I've made so far#but that's fitting cause he's a weird dude by mortal standards
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TUMBLR FORGOT MY TAGS / PART ONE .
#⊱ ❛ a dead bride in her wedding dress ❜ visage .#⊱ ❛ since i was a girl i dreamed of this day ❜ musings .#⊱ ❛ a bloody hand print on the wall ❜ aesthetics .#⊱ ❛ a picture of the bride with a man in uniform ❜ rel: leroy .#⊱ ❛ all three of their faces have been scratched out ❜ rel: ronald .#⊱ ❛ bloody garter and undergarments ❜ wardrobe .#⊱ ❛ personalized champagne bottles ❜ memes tag .#⊱ ❛ the label is torn and bloodied ❜ answered .#⊱ ❛ oh clown you’re so talented ❜ ooc posts & replies .#⊱ ❛ a note dated 10-10-44 ❜ saved tag .#⊱ ❛ remember your hat and your ring ❜ psa tag .#⊱ ❛ piece together the bride’s story ❜ references .#⊱ ❛ bloody drag marks lead to the husband ❜ promos .#⊱ ❛ death is preferable to a loss of virtue ❜ self promo .#⊱ ❛ old skipping record player ❜ music tag .#⊱ ❛ lie with me and just forget the world ❜ rel: kenny gelman .#⊱ ❛ whatever way our stories end: you have rewritten mine by being my friend ❜ rel: tatiana romanov .#⊱ ❛ for you are a miracle child; you shine the brightest ❜ rel: mary worthing .#⊱ ❛ he’s not a monster ! he’s just a boy ! ❜ rel: tate langdon .#⊱ ❛ helpless to defy his fate; let him run & let him live ❜ rel: michael langdon .#⊱ ❛ what’s the use of wond’rin’ if the ending will be sad ? ❜ rel: jackie de belleforte .#⊱ ❛ will there be rainbows day after day ? ❜ rel: dorothy gale .#⊱ ❛ you are a woman; let them see your fire ❜ rel: drizella tremaine .
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tag drop !! 6 / ?
#ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴀɴ ᴀɴᴛᴀɢᴏɴɪsᴛ ╱ ☾ ✗ ❁ ⦗ tatiana blackthorn ⦘#ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴀɴ ᴀɴᴛᴀɢᴏɴɪsᴛ ╱ ☾ ✗ ❁ ⦗ forever a lightwood ⦘#ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴀɴ ᴀɴᴛᴀɢᴏɴɪsᴛ ╱ ☾ ✗ ❁ ⦗ 𝖙.𝖇 / interaction ⦘#ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴀɴ ᴀɴᴛᴀɢᴏɴɪsᴛ ╱ ☾ ✗ ❁ ⦗ 𝖙.𝖇 / replies ⦘#ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴀɴ ᴀɴᴛᴀɢᴏɴɪsᴛ ╱ ☾ ✗ ❁ ⦗ 𝖙.𝖇 / musings ⦘#ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴀɴ ᴀɴᴛᴀɢᴏɴɪsᴛ ╱ ☾ ✗ ❁ ⦗ 𝖙.𝖇 / aesthetic ⦘#ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴀɴ ᴀɴᴛᴀɢᴏɴɪsᴛ ╱ ☾ ✗ ❁ ⦗ 𝖙.𝖇 / inbox ⦘#ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴀɴ ᴀɴᴛᴀɢᴏɴɪsᴛ ╱ ☾ ✗ ❁ ⦗ 𝖙.𝖇 / answered ⦘#ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴀɴ ᴀɴᴛᴀɢᴏɴɪsᴛ ╱ ☾ ✗ ❁ ⦗ 𝖙.𝖇 / hidden world / anon ⦘#ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴀɴ ᴀɴᴛᴀɢᴏɴɪsᴛ ╱ ☾ ✗ ❁ ⦗ 𝖙.𝖇 / meme ⦘#ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴀɴ ᴀɴᴛᴀɢᴏɴɪsᴛ ╱ ☾ ✗ ❁ ⦗ 𝖙.𝖇 / prompt ⦘#ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴀɴ ᴀɴᴛᴀɢᴏɴɪsᴛ ╱ ☾ ✗ ❁ ⦗ 𝖙.𝖇 / queue ⦘#ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴀɴ ᴀɴᴛᴀɢᴏɴɪsᴛ ╱ ☾ ✗ ❁ ⦗ 𝖙.𝖇 / wishlist ⦘#ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴀɴ ᴀɴᴛᴀɢᴏɴɪsᴛ ╱ ☾ ✗ ❁ ⦗ 𝖙.𝖇 / visage ⦘
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Ностальгия по тёплому лету, Хмурым днём, в листопад, Золотыми узорами юности Украшает багряный парад. Летней дымкой плывёт аромат Южных роз в облаках Рисуя небесным огнём наугад Зарево жизни и бал-маскарад. Меняются лики звёздных зеркал Веером пляшущих масок В триумфальный финал Муз музыкальных красок. Яркой палитрой звёзд, Кистью живого мастера Создаётся шедевр Земли Вселенского мастерства. Княжна Татьяна Романова Nostalgia for a warm summer On a dull day in the leaf fall With the golden patterns of youth Decorates the crimson parade. Summer haze floats in the clouds Like an aroma of southern roses Drawing with the heavenly fire at random The glow of life and the masquerade ball. Faces of starry mirrors changing, Like the fantail of dancing masks Towards a triumphant final Of Muses of musical colors. A bright palette of stars By the living master's brush Creating the Earth’s masterpiece With the Universal skill. Princess Tatiana Romanova La nostalgie pour un été chaud Par une journée sombre dans la chute des feuilles Avec les motifs dorés de la jeunesse Décore la parade purpurin. La brume d'été flotte dans les nuages Tels l'arôme de roses du sud Dessinant avec le feu céleste au hasard La lueur de vie et le bal mascarade. Les visages des miroirs étoilés changent Tel un éventail de masques dansant Vers une finale triomphale des Muses de couleurs musicales. Une palette lumineuse d'étoiles Par un pinceau de maître vivant Est en cours de création Tel un chef-d'œuvre de la Terre De la compétence universelle. Princesse Tatiana Romanova (à Saint-Jean-Cap-Ferrat) https://www.instagram.com/p/CkRKNu4DGx-/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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