#The beloved little princess

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Propaganda below the cut!

Dante Vale

He’s got drama with a comatose best friend and a secret past! Also his name is Dante Vale. It sounds straight out of a fantasy romance novel.

Rodgo Carl Hyperion

Ruthless, extremely powerful Emperor that is just. sooo so weak for his daughter <3 adorbs. also very very hot

[hatsumishinogu]

Suekko Kojo Denka Vol.4

[timingmatters]

Reading the beloved little princess pisses me off so much because the comments are always filled with hate towards the mages and like THOSE ARE HER CHILDREN???? Especially the green haired one. She adopted him after rescuing him from an abusive family. When he was little. How would YOU feel if the mom that rescued and adopted you turned out in a new life and decided to not tell you because she decided to start a new life without you being a part of it???? I WOULD ALSO BE MAD AS HELL ????? Thats her child!!! He is right to be mad and hurt she decided to have a new family and completely disregard him!!!! I would also say the same for purple hair but he has romantic feelings for her so it is not the same. The green hair one doesn’t love her romantically tho, but she is his only family and completely disregarded him!!!! Him almost killing her one of her brothers wasn’t purely selfish. It was out of hurt. Tons of manga main characters do worse and y’all forgive them because they are main characters, but god forbid having sympathy for a character that isn’t a thirst trap or isn’t a lead. HE IS BASICALLY HER ABANDONED CHILD THAT WANTS ATTENTION and i will defend him always!!!

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Enisha: your the most jealous man I know

Cahil: you know other men

[grizztheexplorer]

Okay so I’m reading the beloved little princess manga and some comments are so weird??? The right and left mages are not creeps. They arent attracted to the princess and is weird the comments treta them like “yanderes” or obsessed boys with a girl. They are basically her children. Like she literally rescued them as children and adopted them. Imagine your mom and savior dies and turns up in a new family, and although she remembers you she chooses her new family. I personally would also lose my shit??? Them going against her will is like they said, they hated her and her new family because they felt abandoned by her. Is not a justification but i can understand it very well. I don’t think the writing of the manga in general gets too complex on the psychology, but the idea is very interesting. Yes she looks like a child, but to them she is still like… their mom. When they were fighting the imperial family I literally just didn’t want any side to suffer. Personally i love found families so I wanted her to recognize them too or miss them. Like they are literally her children. Them attempting war is almost basically throwing a big ass tantrum to get their mom back.

[dapper-lil-arts]

This goes above and beyond toxic yuri. We need a new term for this

[lovelydrusilla]

[elusivedew]

golden.

✧ synopsis ⤐ spencer is gentle, even in the darkest hours of the night.

✧ contains ⤐ several references to sex, this is all about aftercare. post-prison spence except I haven't gotten that far yet so don't mind any inaccuracies, I just thought he deserves something nice ♡ w.c ~ 1.3k

Your muscles ache. It's a low pleasant hum reverberating through your body, similar to the feeling after a long strenuous day, but nowhere as exhausting. Your heart is still pounding in your chest like an uncontrolled feeling, but it feels so full.

Spencer, the culprit in this story, shifts beside you to pull the covers over your exposed body. He’s gentle and tentative, like he always is, especially after nights like this. It’s like he's apologizing for defiling you the way he does, always concerned about going too far or making you feel uncomfortable. He looks down at you with familiar, warm hazel eyes, and you wonder how he could ever do any of those things.

He brings you closer, an arm coming around your waist to pull you against him. You move to lay on his bare shoulder, the skin-on-skin contact soothing all your stimulated neurons. While you’re slowly coming back to earth, still slightly starry-eyed, you listen to the sound of his heartbeats. You count them, memorize them, get to know him through the organ behind the flesh. It’s so serene that you almost doze off, but Spencer’s raspy voice shakes you awake. 

“Angel.”

You hum, unmoving and consumed by the visions in your head. 

He rubs your shoulder, willing you back to the present. You move to look up at him, and his smile is so sweet that you almost can’t believe he’s the same guy from a few minutes ago. But, then again, no one who knows Spencer would expect him to be so skilled at stealing your breath right out of your body. 

That’s something that no one else will experience with him now that you’re here. You smile, feeling proud and territorial. 

“What are you smiling about?” He leans down and kisses you, you want to ask for more but you’re spent. 

“Nothing,” you whisper against his lips, “Just the fact that you're all mine.” 

He grins, wide and boyish, and you wish his face would glow like that all the time. His flushed face and messed up hair, both being your handiwork, make your heart feel like it's about to burst right out of your chest. Despite just getting your fill of him, you wish you could eat him up right now. 

“Can’t argue with that”, his eyes twinkle playfully, “we still have to get you cleaned up before you can go to bed.” 

You grunt, “god, not again.”

“I’m not letting you go to sleep like that, and you know you’re risking a UTI if you don’t pee before you knock out. It’s essential for a pleasant experience that you wash up properly after, do you know how much bodily fluid you’re covered in right now?” 

You frown, when he says it like that, it sounds really gross, but it’s what you get for being with a germaphobe.

“I hate this part.”

He tucks your hair behind your ear and plants a kiss on your forehead that smoothes your frown down, “I know you do. C’mon, I’ll help you up.” 

Getting up proves to be the easy part, getting up on your legs however, it wasn't as steady as you hoped it would be. When you're forced to sit down on the bed again because the pain pierces through your pelvis so suddenly it feels like getting electrocuted, Spencer looks concerned. 

“Cramps again? I really have to slow down next time.” 

You groan, “no, Spence, I've told you before it’s fine. Just means we had a little too much fun, and it's not a bad thing.” 

He nods hesitantly, “are you sure?” 

“Yeah I am, just,” you reach your arms out, “carry me?” 

His concern is quickly replaced by a bright smile, “gladly.”

Within a few minutes, you’re both out of the bedroom and in the bathtub. Spencer hates the bathtub. He hates sitting down to take a bath and always voices out his concerns about how counterproductive it is to soak in contaminated water. Knowing that he likes to remind you of that everytime you’re taking a bath, Spencer must be dead tired to just sit his naked butt down in the tub, but you’re not complaining. 

Because he’s the sweetest boy on earth, he helps you wash up first, getting all the spots you can’t reach yourself easily. When he’s lazily washing your hair, you decide it’s the perfect moment to start babbling about nonsense, sleep deprivation and bliss mixing together to jumble up all your coherent thoughts. 

“My favorite thing about you being away is when you come back.” 

“So there’s other good things about me being gone?” The smile is so clear in his voice. 

You turn around to scoff at him, “Spence, terrible time to be a smartass.” 

He grins, “it’s never a terrible time to be a smartass.”

It’s quiet for the rest of the bath, you let him clean you up because you can barely see anymore. It’s three in the morning and he came home around midnight. You were already tired by then, but you missed him too much to not take the chance to immediately take him to bed— it’s hard to resist your boyfriend when his hair is growing out again and he hasn’t shaved in 2 weeks.

When the bath is done, he dries you off and helps you get dressed. You’re distracted by his bare chest the whole time, watching the flexion of his arms when he puts a shirt over your head. Then you sit on the bed, observing as he gets dressed. After nearly three hours of touching him in every possible way, his body is still so mesmerizing to you. Nearly three years of being together and countless incidents of unholy experiences, and you still feel like you’re seeing him for the first time. 

“Are you done observing?”

You’re broken out of your lust-filled thoughts by the sound of his voice. Looking up at his face, you're met by a crooked smile that makes you slightly breathless. He walks over to the edge of the bed where you’re sitting, and you welcome him with open arms. 

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” You grin, arms tightly secured around his waist. He runs his fingers through your hair, “you’ve never been a very good liar.” 

Your final step getting ready for bed is letting him braid your hair. You always ask him to do it for you because he’s magical with his hands, his braid always coming out perfectly in a way you could never manage. You’ve taught him a lot about how to care for your hair, and as he tentatively and gently crosses the strand to draw up his perfect braid, you can’t help but think about how good of a father he would be if you ever had a little girl. 

When all of that's done, there's nothing coming between you and the bed anymore. You curl up under the covers as he slips in beside you. You're both tired, from the long day and the long night, but the sense of bliss that comes over you is possibly the most satisfied you've ever been. 

You look at him, reaching out to trace the outline of his stubble. He leans into your touch eagerly while you admire him some more, feeling every small detail over his skin. You know he needs the tenderness just as much as you do, especially when he's had long days at work. You know all the monsters he sees at his job secretly haunt him, and you know that he feels hopeful every time he's in your arms— because the world doesn't have to end every time he has to confront cruelty, and there’s love and adoration out there that almost overpowers the poisonous hate.

You reach for his hands, kissing the calluses on his fingertips. You know holding his gun comes with heavy responsibility, a responsibility that’s made him so much tougher than he was when he first started. When you’re done planting a kiss on every fingertip, you kiss his lips one more time, because you love him and you want him to know it. He smiles into the kiss and you’re sure he does. 

The gold in his eyes is the last thing you see before falling asleep. 

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[froglover7789]

i think theres a deep uncanniness to luke skywalker. i think that even before he was trained there was just this eeriness about him. maybe sometimes the sand would part for him to walk through. maybe sometimes he pulled off maneuvers that were physically impossible or survived crashes unscathed when they shouldve killed him. maybe sometimes hed answer questions before you asked or look into your eyes and read your soul. maybe sometimes hed glow brighter than the suns and singe the air around him. maybe hed make the hairs on your neck stand up. maybe his smile would melt and the primal part of your brain would start screaming that youve just awoken a predator.

the skywalkers are all incredibly powerful but unlike most force sensitives they arent going to lose their strength if theyre untrained because the force is literally Part Of Them. i think if left alone it would fester in little moments that leave you unnerved, make you want to keep your distance. but at the same time theyre so good and captivating that you cant help but want to be closer

[jaskieriswitchersexual]

With Hob having lived for approximately six and a half centuries, he's done a lot more sleeping than most living creatures (except maybe cats) and with that, he's probably met a significant number of the dreams and nightmares in The Dreaming at some point.

Hob is the quintessential dreamer, the dreams adore him, but his life has also not been easy and he's well-acquainted with the nightmares as well.

What I'm saying is, when Dream finally brings Hob to the Dreaming to introduce him to the family give him a tour of the realm, the dreams and nightmares come out to meet Hob like he's their old friend. Hob is strangely touched and also having the time of his life, while Dream is pouting that his creations have stolen Hob's attention away.

*edit* if you'd like to make a fic of this idea, please go ahead, just send me a link when you're done because I'd love to see it!

[sadlycrabby]

I love these two so much soo ta da~!

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𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘶𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴

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[dailyinkk]

day 4! looney tunes(ish)!

click 4 better quality plraseplease tumblr is killing me

this was actually an ask but i lost it so sorry 😭😭

also thabks for 100 followers????? holy shit

[hiirenvirnas]

I had an idea about Sunny's hat 🐯