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oops i did it again @highevar

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oops i did it again @highevar

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the couslands are my roman empire

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Evelyn Hope, 1908, Eleanor Fortescue-Brickdale

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trying to subtly remake elethea again but tumblr literally wont let me make a new blog at the moment. is this a sign.

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a lot about madeline usher is theacore but especially her irritation with annabel lee whenever she speaks. sorry to genuinely sweet and nice characters. thea thinks you’re annoying and fake and probably stupid

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anyway house of usher gave me so much elethea muse for some reason

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the fall of the house of usher but every time madeline said a single word, bee would go “thats elethea”

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Willa Fitzgerald as Madeline Usher in The Fall of the House of Usher (2023)

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𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐀 👀 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 (a collection of spicy prompts with various contexts. They were left vague to match varying levels of spice and situations.)  → add + reverse to reverse the roles!

[OFFICE]: sender and receiver are making out in receiver's office

[CAR]: sender and receiver are making out in receiver's car

[BITE]: while kissing, sender bites receiver's lips

[PULL]: sender pulls on receiver's hair to expose their neck

[PINNED]: sender pins receiver against a wall

[LAP]: sender pulls receiver onto their lap

[ELEVATOR]: sender and receiver are making out in an elevator

[FLIRT]: sender flirts with receiver to make them blush

[CHOKE]: sender grabs receiver by the throat

[KNIFE]: sender uses a knife to rip receiver's clothes

[GROWL]: sender growls in receiver's ears

[QUIET]: sender orders receiver to be more quiet

[COLLAR]: sender grabs receiver by the collar to pull them closer

[WRESTLE]: sender wrestles receiver, pinning them on the floor

[WHISPER]: sender whispers sweet nothings into receiver's ears

[KNOCK]: sender walks into a room without knocking only to find receiver in their underwear

[HALLWAY]: after inviting receiver into their flat, sender and receiver start making out in the hallway

[INJURY]: sender gently tends to receiver's wounds, which leads to them kissing

[MUFFLE]: sender puts their hand over receiver's mouth to keep them quiet

[PUBLIC]: sender and receiver are making out in a secluded but public place

[TABLE]: sender touches receiver's thigh under the table at a restaurant or a dinner party

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Adriana Tarábková as Princess Anna in Kráľ Drozdia brada / König Drosselbart / King Thrushbeard (1984) dir. by Miloslav Luther.

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you walk in on elethea crying and its the same sort of tension you feel after being locked into a room with a ticking bomb and a pair of scissors

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elethea

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BIANCA DE' MEDICI & GUGLIELMO PAZZI

MEDICI (2016-2019) ↳ 2.04 Blood With Blood

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Red Berries, 1884 (detail)

By Albert Joseph Moore

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@alistirs. * [ 18 ] a valley packed with tents, knights , and weapons all readying themselves for a major battle

IT IS A FAR CRY FROM THE HUMBLE CAMP SHE HAD GROWN ACCUSTOMED TO. in its place was a sea of grand pavilion tents stretching across the valley as far as the eye could see, teeming with activity & abuzz with anticipation. braziers & torches were lit in the waning light of the setting sun, cooks in makeshift kitchens prepared food enough for hundreds of soldiers - who were presently hurrying about in final preparations for the next day's battle. at this time tomorrow, everything will be over - in one way or another. she did not want to think of that; of the uncertainty of the final battle's outcome, or how - despite all the preparations made & the strength of the army gathered - she did not feel confident in their victory. the hopeful anticipation and bustle of excitement around her reminded her all too much of highever before the troops marched out, or of ostagar the night before the battle. she did not want to think much at all.

she weaves her way through the camp like a cat, clinging to shadows and avoiding attention. cloaked - not to preserve her identity - but to protect her modesty: dressed in nothing but her shift & boots, a sack of mead clutched tightly in hand. of course they had been given separate tents, they were unmarried after all. either eamon remained unaware of their sharing a bedchamber in both of his estates or had deliberately looked the other way, but a camp with so many eyes was another matter entirely. it would be scandalously unbecoming of a highborn lady to be seen sharing her tent with a man outside of wedlock - regardless of the fact that they had been sharing a bed for months, now. so she was forced to prowl about like a thief in the night or some cloaked assassin.

silently, swiftly, she slips inside the warmth of his tent once she is sure she is unseen. not that gossip surrounding them would even matter, regardless of the battle's outcome. either one or both of them would die, or they would both live & be married not long after. either way, any scandal that could reach them would be fleeting at best. that did not mean elethea was about to abandon propriety entirely. at least - she was in no haste to abandon the appearance of propriety. were she truly proper & well behaved, she would not presently be standing in his tent in only her cloak and nightgown with a sack of mead. " well, " she says, abruptly, hoping to startle him a little with her sudden appearance. " i shall never have to do that again after tonight, hm? "