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[iputhepinprincess]

BEAUTIFUL PERSON AWARD! Once you are given this award you re supposed to paste it in the asks of 8 people who deserve it. If you break the chain nothing happens, but it's sweet to know someone thinks you're beautiful inside and out <33

Thank you!

I know we don't speak a lot, but thank you for the award.

I'm so glad to be your mutual.

You're a pretty beautiful person as well. 💖

I'll try to send this to some inboxes, but in the meantime, gonna tag some people below.

@pokeycub @jiwachi @jisatsu-hime @gentlesakura @pink-ribbon @princessrainbowpastel @the-litle-tiepnsy @momoiro-kakarichou @askthechronoverse @lucky-charms-world @firsttraintovictoriaville @strwbrryluvsick @hachitamaa @thousandyearphantombunker @xblackporcelain @digitalpetprincess @archaic-magick @kuzunoha-xiv @hotsunny-miku @cloudychodylovely @frostworkxfiction @kunoichi-of--destiny @confetticupcakes @emo-gals-4life @kawaiidesu @princessmutta @sanriobbygirl @arcanine-master @moonlightaugust @jeff-the-gnome-king @captainfalc0n @petitminou-exe @amelgam @nebulasreblogs @azure-blaze92 @bunny-stickers @nightsoulvixen @baby-dango @subterra-rose @ishida-kun121 @mei @fluralily @dannystarsstuff

[antiendovents]

i hate feeling so nervous to say we have endometriosis, because its usually shortened to "endo" and these people have completely taken over a very useful term for a hard to pronounce disorder. i would hate to be associated with that crowd - 👑

awh, I'm really sorry about that. Endos suck. I think outside of system communities most people don't really know the word endo as endogenic, so it might be fine there??? But overall it really sucks. I'm not exactly sure what advice to give if any, maybe you could just reclaim endo for yourselves and if anyone asks specify that it's endometriosis and not endogenic? Or maybe there is another shortened version of it you could use??

[killemwithkawaii]

"29 AND I'M FEELIN FINE...~" 🎤🎶🥤

It's my birthday, and we're all going to a karaoke bar to celebrate!! It's your turn to pick, so what song are we singing next, [y/n]?

[thingthatgoes-butch-inthenight]

When a citizen of the kingdom mentions the royal hound it is no meer pedigree dog they're referring to. The title belonging to the prince's personal guard, while originally given in jest, now holds a more ominous weight.

It's quite common for you to act as my shadow. For my every step be matched in kind by the clanking of metal against metal. You never stray far enough for the metaphorical leash to pull taught, and yet even if you aren't in my immediate sight I know I'm always within yours. When I'm dealing with the common citizens you're always quick to correct someone whose stepped out of line. In most cases disrespect can be delt with by simply stepping forward with your hand to the hilt of your sword as a warning. But may the gods help whoever dares push you to bite rather than snap, for your quick blade cuts through flesh and bone with ease. Some days I'm inclined to intervene before blood is shed, but other times I simply enjoy seeing you in action.

Most seem to view our arrangement as simply your oath keeping you in servitude. A poor mutt pulled from it's litter, restrained by steel, forever at my beck and call. They never seem to realize just how much agency you have. How you act out of pure loyalty and devotion simply because you wish to. If anything you seem to anticipate my desires before I can even think to voice them.

As lovely as you are kneeling in suplication before my throne during the day, you always have a certain liveliness away from prying eyes under the cover of night. When the days are long and marked by endless training and paperwork, it brings about a snarling hunger in your eyes that I adore indulging in. Feeling the press of your teeth against my skin before each kiss always thrills me. To let our hands simply grasp and pet and claw at whatever we can reach. All the while you fuck me at a brutal pace until words are forgotten and all that pass from our lips are guttural moans and whimpers.

Ever humble, 👑

Perhaps I like the short leash you keep me on. When I get riled up feeling that sway you have over me is something truly impeccable. To feel the way you tug at my metaphorical leash to hold me back, it does nothing to calm me, but rather redirects the focus of my intensity towards you.

The sidelong glances I'm able to catch of you, perched on your throne, gentle smirk betraying that regality you've so long practiced, it throws fuel on the fire. The way you sit there, acting all strong and powerful with your jewelry glinting over fine clothes, I can't help but linger on your neck. The line of your jaw just barely peeking over the ruffled collar of your fine silk shirt captures my eyes. As I quietly return to the foot of your dias, whatever poor fool I got my hands on pleading with you behind me, I drink in every inch of skin I can find on your body. I think of how soft it is, unmarred by toil and battle, I think of the sweet scent and tastes I yearn for, I think of the marks I could leave on you tonight.

When your voice curtly ordered me to stand down all my thoughts went to the last time your fingers were tangled in my hair, telling me how to make love to you. As though you held any real power over me. A knight is bound only by loyalty. That metaphorical leash exists because I allow it to, and we both know that. But oh how I love to serve. How I love to hear your orders melt into cries of pleasure as I succeed in my task. My duty is to serve. My duty is to press my lips to yours, then down to your neck, and your chest, your nipples, your stomach, finally biting your inner thighs and sinking between your legs. Your hand tangled into my hair, locking us together in the only spot you can reach. The pull is intoxicating. The desperation with which your legs wrap around me is second only to how your hands claw and caress me when I come back up to kiss you.

The rest of the audiences that day pass like a blur to me. All I can think of is how I'll remove every garment from your body with a feverish pace. I imagine pressing my mouth past the silk ruffles to take purchase on the side of your neck as my hands grope for the buttons of your jacket. I think of how ravenously I'll take you tonight, and every word from your lips in the court instead draws up a memory of the way you moan and whine for me. I glance back to you as subtly as one can. Your legs look elegant in those pants but all I can think of is how they look thrown around me. I imagine running my hands across your body, my lips following, and just taking in every part of you.

Court couldn't end soon enough

[southfarthing]

MARCH 7 SAM AND FRODO MEET FARAMIR. HAPPY FARAMIR DAY !!!!!

AHHHHHHH THANK YOU AND A VERY HAPPY FARAMIR DAY TO YOU TOO !!!!!!!!

[boombambaby]

I'm falling asleep sitting up in my throne.

This is torture.

Who's bringing their FAVORITE Emperor some coffee today, hm?IN

[kingbcwser]

             Defeat.

[bittcnneck]

Here is how our king and his precious princess would be dressing up for the ball their fabulous hostess @cannibalxroses is hosting! As much as Lucifer would love to ask Rosie out... He can not miss the opportunity to be with his darling daughter during this.

[enden-k]

Alhaitham tiddy tuesday

i think the al haitham tiddy thirst(thurs)day wins this one

[bonnieventure]

THIS or THAT pt. 38

SEPTEMBER 🍂 or OCTOBER �� WILMA FLINTSTONE 👩🏻‍🦰 or BETTY RUBBLE 👩🏻 GANGREEN GANG 🕶 or AMOEBA BOYS 🦠 RASPBERRY 🔴 or BLACKBERRY ⚫ SYLVESTER 🐈 or TWEETY 🐥 DOLLAR BILL 💵 or DOLLAR COIN 💰 VANILLA BEAN ➖ or CINNAMON STICK 🟫 CAPRICORN ♑ or CANCER ♋ AMETHYST 🟣 or TOPAZ 🟨 PRINCESS 👑 or KNIGHT 🛡 LOVESTRUCK 😍 or STARSTRUCK 🤩 LION'S DEN 🦁 or SNAKE PIT 🐍 STEAMED CLAMS 🥟 or BAKED OYSTERS 🦪 HALO 😇 or WINGS 👼 PAC-MAN 🟡 or DIG DUG 🕳 THANKSGIVING 🦃 or CHRISTMAS 🎅🏻 RED WINE 🍷 or WHITE WINE 🍾 BADTZ-MARU 🐧 or TUXEDO SAM ⚓ CRUISE SHIP 🚢 or SAIL BOAT ⛵

[dont-f-with-moogles]

Prepare for…. REVENGE revenge ask!

FML: Dot Pixis, Darius Zackly, the fake king who sat on the throne all bored.

🤔 hmm

Fuck: Dot Pixis because we’d be off our tits and wouldn’t remember it.

Marry: the fake king because being a fake queen is still better than being no queen.

Kill: Darius Zackly, preferably with his own shit chair. Karma’s a bitch.

[iputhepinprincess]

It's my 6 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳 !

[thekingsofironfist]

"....Jinpachi?" North had read about the name when he was on the TARDIS but...this...this was different. He pauses, scratching his own chin in thought.

"...."

" I am Mishima Jinpachi, and you will address me as such, young man. Do you have business here?"

[anruraiocht]

@shadoll sent:

Sara sees Leif's fractured even while whole family gather at the Photo-Artifex, so Miranda must as well. Its handler, a former student apparently, prides herself on capturing moments in time, freezing scenes in a frame.

"I suppose I can see the appeal," she shares, continuing to watch from a distance. Some people grin brightly at the strange device, cheeks stretched wide. Others make faces they wouldn't normally. Neither Sara nor Miranda, however, have ever been the sort to smile on command. To force an emotion they do not feel for the sake of performing. "Portraits of my parent do not exist."

It isn't only her parents either. The Lopt were struck from history's pages, sometimes by their own hands. A visage could easily be used to track a person down and hunt those who lived in hiding. When they eventually died, their faces died with them.

"I'd remember you even without one. A recreation is no substitute for the real thing anyways."

It would be a lie to say she's not jealous. To act like a piece of her heart doesn't burn with envy every time she sees him with the family that had already been gone by the time she met him would be disingenuous. It matters not that it isn't a bright smile but a complicated expression that crosses his face as he's pulled over to take a photo with his family.

The two of them were so similar until they weren't.

She might have stood there and watched the four of them up until the end if Sara had not spoken to her.

"Do you?" Miranda asks, tearing her eyes away from the family scene. "I didn't take you for the type to care about such things."

Whatever miracle blessed Leif hadn't blessed the rest of them. Even if she and Sara stood and waited here for the rest of the night, it's unlikely their own parents would walk through those doors.

"...The portraits of my parents are gone now," is her response to Sara's blunt admission. "I suppose it is easier to live in another's home if you do not have to reckon with paintings of them watching your every move. What a cruel thing to do to a child; ensuring that I remembered their bodies before their faces."

It's a rather dark conversation for a ball, but they had met in rather dark circumstances, after all.

Sara's next words give Miranda pause. What happens when the real thing is no longer there? It's not as though Miranda will be here forever, nor can she simply waltz into Leonster willy-nilly. One day she will leave or Sara will leave, and it will be the last time they see one another for who knows how long.

...Maybe she should ask Sara for a picture, then. Ugh, but she had been crying earlier, so she looks terrible. Is that really the version of herself she wants to immortalize forever? No, definitely not. She might be dressed up, but she wouldn't even agree to sit for a normal painting with eyes this red.

"If you're going to remember what I look like forever, I hope you at least remember me from a day where I haven't been crying. I won't forgive you if the image you have of me in your head is of me crying, do you understand?"

[queenbeeibee]

"...I forgot how beautiful the view is here."

The words came out far quieter than Beelzebub had meant them to, but perhaps that was for the best. She was, after all, technically a trespasser, even with an invitation in hand. Heaven hadn't opened its Gates officially to the Sin of Gluttony in eons, and she didn't want to draw too much attention to herself. One Fall had been more than enough, thank you VERY much. "I hope Peter's at the Gates. Maybe he'll do the welcome song for me..."

With a sprig of hope she wasn't entirely sure she'd get to keep blooming in her chest, Bee stepped through the clouds and headed up, up, up towards the shimmering Gates. And then, hopefully, she could make her way to Adam's Villa without incident.

Meanwhile, in the Gluttony Ring of Hell, inside of Beelzebub's Hive, an elderly Wolfhound and a very small Fox Demon were making several important phone calls. While each call was done very differently, the gist of them was each the same - Beelzebub has gone to Heaven, at Adam's invitation. She has left us in charge, so please direct all questions and concerns to us. We will relay them to her in a timely manner. Thank you.

[boombambaby]

I'M HEREEEEEEEEEEE.

I know, I know-- you've all missed me. But I'm here now, so you can all officially have a FANTASTIC rest of your night now that I'm here to grace you all with my presence. You're welcome.