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— 𝐑𝐀𝐎𝐔𝐋, 𝐕𝐈𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐓𝐄 𝐃𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐆𝐍𝐘. from le fantôme de l'opéra. private, exclusive, crossover encouraged. as steered by doll.

#♔‘ﾟ‣ { promo } — ❝ who will carry my snacks? ❞ #doll my beloved

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I’m still in the intro and there’s a three page spread with like 5001 reasons why privateering is NOT piracy

so did Nik write this book or..?

I just started a book on privateering and one of the ships is called the Golden Eagle and I think that’s hot

#seems sus #ooc

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I just started a book on privateering and one of the ships is called the Golden Eagle and I think that’s hot

#ooc #also hot is the fact that the Golden Eagle was captured by privateers

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"It sounds odd to admit that I find the company of such a boisterous person restful, but perhaps it is always restful to be around someone who does not expect anything from you beyond what is in your nature.” -Emily Wilde

#good morning pls meet my son #😘

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Morning Doodle: Nikolai already knew what the grisha called Zoya behind her back (because he’s chummy with everybody) but didn’t expect anyone to just blurt it out like that. 😩

#omfg #♔‘ﾟ‣ { nikolai lantsov } — ❝ known to answer to sweetheart or handsome ❞ #♔‘ﾟ‣ { zoya nazyalensky } — ❝ i do nothing sweetly ❞

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Freddie Fox as Gwayne Hightower in Season 2 of "House of the Dragon" on MAX.

#♔‘ﾟ‣ { nikolai lantsov } — ❝ known to answer to sweetheart or handsome ❞ #HOT

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King of Scars, Leigh Bardugo

#♔‘ﾟ‣ { about } — ❝ i like to bet on myself whenever i can ❞

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"You do know smoking's not good for you, right?" he asks, picking up her cigarette and taking a draw from it before placing it back. "Are your problems other-worldly?" He leans his elbow on the bar and turns to face her. "I'd much rather hear about yours, then. They sound far more interesting than mine." He motions to the bartender and orders a brandy for himself before gesturing to her to order her drink of choice. "Oh, just family drama. You know anything about that?" He taps his fingertips methodically on the bartop. "I think we should start a club. Let's call it the Society of the Second-Borns or... I'm sure I can come up with something better, preferably able to be abbreviated into something either dirty or obnoxious. I'll think on it."

@kcrclrezni sent "the more things change, the more they stay the same."

"well, pleasant to see you too, nikolai." tessa set her cigarette in the ash tray on the bar and turned around to look at him as he walked to the seat next to her. "the least you could do is say hello before you tell me all your worldly problems." not that she minded at all, she was more than willing to be an ear, or to come up with something better for them both to do than mope. not that she was moping, and she really couldn't tell if he was either, but that sounded like it might be in the cards if they got into it long enough. "what's it this time?" she asked, eyebrow raising as he finally sat down and she caught his gaze.

#heartsbreaking #♔‘ﾟ‣ { v. modern } — ❝ i have a gift for order and a taste for chaos ❞

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How much trouble can one man bring? Depends on who you ask. Nikolai arguably wouldn't be here if he was well behaved.

"I find that it's useless to lie about one's aptitude because, sooner than later, the lie will be disproved. So I try to be good at everything." He throws in a wink for good measure, though it's partially overpowered by a shiver caused by the cold wind. "It pays to at least know your way around a pistol, especially when you're out here." Especially while I'm here. No, no. Not the time to worry about being a target.

"Thank you," he murmurs as he follows her into the tent, removing his cap and placing it under his arm as he enters. "You could always put me to work. I can handle the simple tasks while the professionals handle, well, everything else."

𝙲𝙾𝙽𝚃𝙸𝙽𝚄𝙴𝙳 𝙵𝙾𝚁 𝙱𝙴𝚃𝙰 𝙴𝙳𝙸𝚃𝙾𝚁 ›› ( @kcrclrezni )

                     the icy wind whipped at the edges of her cloak, seeping its icy fingers through the far thinner, yet actually washable material of her ward dress.   connie hid the shiver well, lips twitching softly at the other’s amused puff.   he certainly thought highly of himself, but very few young men she’d met didn’t.     ❝  how much trouble can one man bring?  ❞     soft twinkle lit her gaze as she half stifled a laugh in a mitten.   at least he was terribly hilarious.     ❝  i’ll have you know i’m a decent shot myself, if it comes down to it.  ❞    those dark eyes danced, knowing she shouldn’t ever have to, and yet…     ❝  but if you’re half as good as you think you are, i’m no match for you, certainly.  ❞

                     the young nurse followed his gaze, humor mellowing into something far more fond.   if the head nurse caught him, they’d both be in for it, but something about how he asked made it seem worth the risk.     ❝  alright,  ❞    a gentle note in her tone, she backed toward the ward, nodding toward the thick canvas before drawing the flap aside,     ❝  just for a few minutes.  ❞

#warrued

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Can one truly be banned from a place when one has money? Sturmhond has found that the notion of coin is often all it takes to win back over a proprietor. For instance, there was this one instance involving a bar fight near the docks that ended in the shattering of eleven stools, all of which were replaced much nicer chairs by the Volkvolny's captain. But that's beside the point...

"My latest vessel?" His lip twitches as he tries to stifle a smile. "You don't believe those rumors about airships, do you? Because I know exactly who is spreading those around and I may have to have a word with him..." But who could ever say no to ice cream. "Sounds acceptable to me."

his shock was exactly what linnea was looking for. she was aware they were beginning to draw a crowd. the merchants sitting with them too stunned and embarrassed to speak. likely, this would end up with them both getting banned from the club, but hopefully not before they finished. a proper sleep schedule wouldn't be a problem, it had been a long time since linnea had one of those. she could be here all night, probably. "and if i win, when i win, i want an in depth tour of your latest vessel, and ice cream. " that, and she'd allow him the peace of mind of walking her back to campus, but admitting that out loud when they'd already raised the stakes was foolish. "deal?"

#heartsbreaking

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@dryadologist ✨

#pls follow so he can annoy the Shit out of your muse by 1) talking and 2) being very pretty #ooc

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@hstoryhuh said: “I’m a delight.” ( from alex )

Nikolai winces, scrunching his nose and placing a hand on Alex's shoulder. "Alex, my dear friend, just because your mother tells you that, doesn't mean it's true." Didn't mean he thought it to be false, though. Alex does have more than a few redeeming qualities, after all. "What I'm saying is that sometimes you can be a little loud and, speaking from experience, some people can find that off-putting. Doesn't mean they're right. In fact, it probably means they're not very fun at parties."

#hstoryhuh #♔‘ﾟ‣ { v. modern } — ❝ i have a gift for order and a taste for chaos ❞

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10 minutes later

#ooc #sarah's fc skills strike again

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has anyone read Emily Wilde? 👀

debating writing everyone’s second favorite professor. u know the blonde one who likes naps.

#ooc

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you can be graceful; not like a ballerina, like a hedge of coral: built up and eaten and worn down, yet alive. carving the rhythm of the seas. you will thresh the mountains and crush them! and reduce the hills to chaff!

featuring: female muses from canon material and original lore. please read rules + info prior to interaction. 18+ only.

#♔‘ﾟ‣ { promo } — ❝ who will carry my snacks? ❞ #i love via sO MUCH

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Nikolai purses his lips and furrows his brows, as though confused by the notion that the long lost most-beloved prince of Ravka could make his grand return home without a parade. Improbable. "What's not to like about attention, brother? I suppose mine has always been good, so i can't relate to, well, yours..." He clears his throat and then clasps his brother on the shoulder, making it seem to any observer that their conversation is friendly. "It's good to see you too, Vasya."

"Have they?" Nikolai can only imagine that's half the truth. His mother will be ecstatic. His father? That has yet to be seen. "You know what they say - Distance makes the heart grow fonder. I'm not sure I agree."

he bristles at nikolai's comment, thought he tries to hide it. leave it to his brother to always find a way of getting under his skin. and here he was greeting him after his travels! it was like that action was nothing. it was quite rude, actually. then again, his brother did see himself better than him. taller, more attracted and more loved by the people. vasily hated it.

"or you could have simply made your way to os atla and avoided the parade. but you always did like the attention, didn't you, brother?" he was tempted to complete that thought but he held back. he was maturing, after all. "or perhaps i simply wanted the game, much like this conversation over." a stiff smile finds its way back onto his face. "mother and father will be delighted to know that you've returned home, brother. they've missed you dearly."

#tsareviich

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Initially his response comes in the form of a curt nod, his eyes still focused on hers, though his own mind wanders to the manner of events that led them to their present circumstances. After a moment of silent contemplation, Nikolai lets out a cross between an exhale of breath and a soft chuckle. "We are, aren't we. I myself have never enjoyed being stagnant, but that's not to say our country hasn't..." If not for Alina, how many more years would have gone by with The Darkling silently at the helm, influencing one complacent Lantsov king after another. "I'd like to hope it's being changed for the better, slowly but surely."

what a king to meet her in the rubble where she sat — emotional or otherwise — never once lording anything over her, inflicting, insisting, ordering. his question stutters in her mind, tongue sticky with hesitation as she formulates a response. ( you won't lie to him. but the truth isn't exactly comfortable ). ❛ i would, ❜ dark eyes meet his in honesty. ❛ it's a new world, i think we're both adjusting. ❜ this time, words come a little easier, and she believes them.

#artisanals