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  • #awe of the night approaching #nobility #filling the bucket #Anonymous
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  • We stan one (1) reactionary noblewoman with an incredibly classy taste in jewelry!

    Guest-starring today: Enzifer from the Norwegian black metal band Urgehal, Gloria’s infernal buddy. I don’t know the band, but there was a free-to-use photo of him on Wikisource. It seems the post immediately gets shadowbanned if I insert any links in the text, so the sources are in the notes.

    #germany#nobility#photomanipulation#funny#urgehal #if enzifer sees this and doesn't want to be associated with such a disreputable person #tell me and i'll take the post down
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    Homoflexible Name Association of Aline for anon

    name meaning: ‘noble’/'nobility’, 'beautiful’, 'shining’

    #homoflexible #aline has so many meanings that are all so pretty #name association#aline#beautiful#shining#noble#nobility
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  • #unpopular fics#youth #this world or any other #clean#marked#paradox#nobility#rebel north #black jeans and daphne blue #divination for skeptics #death of a con man #forget to forget #Anonymous
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    A Polish bed (French: Lit à la polonaise), alternatively known in English as a polonaise, is a type of canopy bed draped with a baldachin, which originated in 18th-century Poland. The curtain is topped with an elaborate crownlike centrepiece that is connected to the four corner posts of the bed frame that are usually curved. Historically, a Polish bed was placed on its side against the wall to serve as a daybed. Nowadays, any type of curtained daybed or couch is known under this term.

    They were popularized in France by Polish-born queen Marie Leszczyńska, who was married to Louis XV of France.

    These richly decorated rococo beds were generally designated for the wealthier upper classes and aristocracy that resided in palaces, however, canopies were also commonplace in many standard homes due to their immense popularity. The French propagated the design as lit à la polonaise, which spread worldwide and together with an earlier four-poster bed developed into a contemporary canopy bed.

    The polonaise is one of Poland’s cultural legacies in France and worldwide.

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  • If reality was like..

    I can hear the sound of the hearts misinterpreting nobility.

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  • Marcantonio Brandolini d’Adda by James Harvey-Kelly for Common Thread (Drakes) 

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  • Cristiana surrounded by her husband, Count Brando Brandolini d’Adda (far right), and their sons, Brandino, Leonello, Ruy, and Nuno (standing), photographed by Horst at Vistorta in 1972.

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  • Star Wars #7
    July 29, 2015

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    TM King Baudouin and Queen Fabiola of Belgium sharing a laugh.

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  • Zephrine was finally revealed to be born nobility so I could finally finish this pic of her parents in all their excessive regalia

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  • “Good. A woman who can fart is not dead.” Comtesse de Vercellis in 1728, on her deathbed, after breaking some wind.

    #i forgot yesterday was thursday and then i forgot i forgot yesterday #last words#funny #comtesse de vercellis #18th century#1728#nobility #breaking wind is such a funny expression #history#fact#173
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  • Imagine coming from a line of nobility or royalty and being in an arranged marriage with Loki in an attempt to strengthen your kingdom / alliance with Asgard. You’re not entirely on board with the idea but figured that the best you could do was to get to know your fiancé.

    You form an agreement with Frigga for you to pose as Loki’s personal servant for a few months so you can get to know who Loki really is – beyond the veil of his responsibility to the Asgardian throne, behind all the masks he wears when facing the public, to really know who Loki is behind closed doors as you slowly fall for each other.

    How long will you keep up the ruse with the God of Lies?

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  • Lady Jane held the English view that visitors like to be left to themselves.

    - P.G. Wodehouse, The Gem Collector

    **Duke and Duchess of Marlborough at leisure at Blenheim. Photo by Slim Aarons 1957.

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  • Titles of nobility in fiction: “King Arthur made my direct ancestor the Duke of this land in the sixth century, and we have ruled it with proud haughty rich pride ever since.”

    Titles of nobility in History: “John Johnson was created the Earl of Whatthaveyou in 1591 for unrecorded services to the crown. John Johnson II, his son, inherited the title and served uneventfully as Earl for 27 years. John Johnson III, his son, inherited the title, squandered the family’s wealth, infamously fucked a cat, was convicted of treason for smuggling German ale into the country, and was executed (Sine Prole) in 1627, leaving the title extinct.

    The Earldom was revived in 1803 as a commendation to Percival Snivington III for giving the king a particularly meritorious brojob. 137 minutes later an even drunker monarch promoted Percival to the Duchy of Somethingorother, whereupon the earldom transfered to his elderly nepphew, Percival Whittier III. Percival[2] died of shock upon hearing the news (Sine Prole), leaving the title extinct.”

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  • Vivre selon notre tradition, c’est se conformer à l’idéal qu’elle incarne, cultiver l’excellence par rapport à sa nature, retrouver ses racines, transmettre l’héritage, être solidaire des siens.

    - Dominique Venner, Histoire et tradition des Européens

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  • Lady Constance conveyed the impression that anybody who had the choice between stealing anything from her and stirring up a nest of hornets with a short walking-stick would do well to choose the hornets.

    - P.G. Wodehouse, Leave It to Psmith

    **Lisa Fonssagrives for Vogue by Horst P. Horst 1951

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  • Setting: Varussha, Land of the Thwarted Fleet.

    Background & Enviroment: The wreckage of empires litter the chilly beaches of Varussha, tossed up by the tide in the decade or so since the northern sea played host to the battles between three marauding armadas. Considered little more than a backwater tribute state by the great powers of the current age, Varussha has seen a steady wave of immigration as castaways, pirates, and refugees seek somewhere safe from the constant struggle of the maritime empires.  

    These emigres settle along the shores and waterways, using the flotsam of their former vessels to construct makeshift settlements and harbors, eeking out what existence they can as fisherfolk and traders as they slowly make their way inland. The upriver highlands of Varussha are mostly the grazing ground of woolly cattle, presided over by fortified villages and old clan chieftains, who all owe fealty to a king elected by the different clans. The current king, Edralf,  has welcomed the newcomers and has taken personal interest in the resettlement process. Though his nation may be small, and his people may chafe at being forced to share it with a horde of outlanders, Edralf sees the potential in infusing the stagnant culture of his realm with new ideas, as well as opening his harbors to the profits their piracy provides. 

    Mood: Darkwater horror, stone circles and thunderstorms.  A tenuous arrangement between a former viking culture and a currently unsettled pirate populace. 

    Adventure Hooks: 

    • Our party starts their adventure in one of Varussha’s newly established freeports. Once little more than a trading village on a well traveled river, the town has exploded with newcomers and their rough and tumble ways. The party can escape the bustle of town by joining up on an “expeditionary” vessel, or help outsiders and villagefolk navigate the challenges of adapting to this new world together. Success in these matters may find them called upon by kin Edralf himself, who’s interested in having agents who can help him bring his particular vision of Varussha’s future to pass. 
    • With a hold full of hard won ( ill gotten) goods, the party park their boat in a Varusshan harbor just as the last of the autumn storms turns to freezing chill.  Wintering in a pirate cove may not be ideal, but it will give them plenty of time to count their spoils, get to know the crew, and stretch their-land legs after a few months at sea.  Hopefully the icy waters and biting winds will cool the wrath of those the party as wronged before the thaw sees them on their next adventure. 
    • One of the most ragged and ill-reputed settlements along the shore has turned full pirate, propping up a pirate known as “The Drowned Admiral” as their leader and freely engaging in raids among other settlements and attacks on any vessel they can find.  Everyone wants the Admiral and her  tossed back in the drink, most especially the crown, who know that such renegades can only cause division at home, and draw the attention of the great powers who put up with only so much of Varussha’s pirate harboring Antics. 
    • Not all of Edralf’s people believe in his choices, or welcome his “new friends” to their ancestral land. Though the king is able to sway most of the holdouts with promises of piratical income, many of the staunchest and most traditionalist voices whisper of ousting Edralf and the newcomers, and electing a new king more dedicated to “The Old Ways”.  Radical agents of these holdouts shout propaganda in the market square, paint graffiti with seditious call to arms in the street, and attack advocates for integration when they believe no one’s looking. 
    #setting#pirates#seaside#highlands#politics#nobility #Take The Crown #conspiracy#black market#Press Start#D&D#D&D adventure #dungeons and dragons #dungeons and dragons adventure
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