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I don’t mean to be an asshole. It’s just…genetic.

Duke, probably (via havenmisquotes)

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Venice, Italy

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Burgonet

Armorer: Filippo Negroli (Italian, Milan c. 1510–1579)

c. 1543. Milan, Italy

This masterpiece of Renaissance metalwork is signed on the browplate by Filippo Negroli, whose embossed armor was praised by sixteenth-century writers as “miraculous” and deserving “immortal merit.” Formed of one plate of steel and patinated to look like bronze, the bowl is raised in high relief with motifs inspired by classical art. The graceful mermaidlike siren forming the helmet’s comb holds a grimacing head of Medusa by the hair. The sides of the helmet are covered with acanthus scrolls inhabited by putti, a motif ultimately derived from ancient Roman sculpture and wall paintings.

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A LITTLE TIP FOR IF YOU PLAY A FOREIGN MUSE.

if you’re in a english rp & are playing a foreign character, just to make it easer for your fellow rpers just use this format in the html section:

<a href=“http://t.umblr.com/redirect?z=http%3A%2F%2F.&t=Mjk5NzFiMWUxZjg4MGI3ZTM3MWUyZWJmZWM4ZTU5ZWE3NzlmNzRjOSxSc0ozQVhseQ%3D%3D” title=“TRANSLATION.”>FOREIGN WORDS</a>

by doing this all people have to do is hover over the words to see what your muse is saying without having to search for it ! it should look like that in the html format:

& like this in action:

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Something of me was left inside you (…) It’s a matter of believing, and sometimes I believe that I took something from you too.

Manuel Puig, from “El beso de la mujer araña” (Kiss of the spider woman)

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⊕ for the most 'it's complicated' non-romantic wtf-is-this-TP Iago & Othello

aesthetic meme

@twistedfortunes

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Send me a ⊕ for an aesthetic graphic for our muses.

Friendships & Romantic ships both acceptable !! If you’d like it to be as if our muses were in a relationship please add “love” after the symbol.

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anon requested: sahin giray in episode 5   

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Reblog this if you’re an LGBT+ mun.

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william shakespeare

iago bein shady: the meme

@prettywit

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Is that your trump card?

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if i see any of you do replies in this font imma fight

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Armor for the Duke of Medina Sidonia, Italy, 16th century

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Anonymously or not, send my muse another muse’s name and they can only reply with an icon summing up their feelings about them! 

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~The Malermi Bible, vol. II. Translator: Niccolò Malèrmi (Italian, ca. 1420–1481) Printer: Giovanni Ragazzo for Lucantonio Giunta Publisher: Lucantonio Giunta (Italian, Florence 1457–1538 Venice) Designer: Design of some illustrations attributed to Pico Master (Italian) , active Venice Designer: Design of some illustrations attributed to Rimini Ovid Master (Italian, active Venice, 1475–95) Former Attribution: Design of some woodcuts formerly attributed to Benedetto Bordone (Italian, Padua ca. 1455/60–1530 Padua, active mainly Venice from 1488) Published in: Venice Date: October 15, 1490 Medium: Printed book with woodcut illustrations, hand-colored

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Shakespeare Gothic

You were born on a ship at sea. No one survived the wreck but you. Or so you’ve been told. 

Your father has been dead for months, and your mother has remarried. He still comes to dinner every night and sits in his usual chair. Nobody can see him but you.

Your last lover disappeared. They told you she died, but they never let you see the body. The statue in the churchyard looks just like her.

Your pale white hands are stained with red. You wash them and wash them and wash them, but they will never be clean.

You find an infant abandoned on the beach. Your country does not have a coastline. You do not know where this ocean or this infant came from, and you do not ask.

The owls and ravens shriek wordlessly in the night, but you ignore their warnings. They are always shrieking about something.

You visit a faraway city where you have never been before. Everyone there knows your name.

You wake up alone in the woods. You have no memory of how you got there. You hear fey fairy laughter and someone singing in the darkness. You feel woozy, as if you’ve been drugged.

A girl you loved once tries to return your letters, even though you never wrote her any. Clearly she belongs in a convent. You burst into her bedroom half-dressed to tell her so.

You are invited to a ball and you go, despite the strange feeling that Death will find you if you do. You wear a mask. Death is not fooled.

Your young cousins went to visit their uncle last month. He says they never arrived, but you saw them playing in the garden. Nobody else has seen them since.

It is time for you to be married, but first your suitors must answer a riddle. If they guess wrongly, they die. Your love cannot save them. 

There is a storm on the heath. You do not know what a heath is, and you do not care. You are mad. You are naked. You are dancing in the rain. The storm never ends. 

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A heavily engraved flintlock pistol crafted by L. Landi.  Originates from either Brescia or Naples, Italy, circa 1660.

Currently on display with the Wallace Collection in London.