#ThePrincess.

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The Princess & the Pea

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the princess diaries: mia thermopolis icons

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your skin looks so soft 😍 what do you use?

Filters! 😆 I am obsessed with filters. Very rarely do I post something without a filter. Some of my favorite filters (on Snapchat) are Soft Blush, Natural Beauty, What's up?, and Neutral Filter. These do (what I perceive as) the least alteration of your bone structure, but soften and color-correct the image. Hope you enjoy them as well! 💖

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Erik von Detten and his wife, Angela, welcomed their third child this month.

Nicholas von Detten was born December 2nd and joins older siblings Claire (born in 2019) and Thomas (born in 2021).

Congratulations, von Detten family!

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Araluwa and The Princess

The horizon ahead of Araluwa was lined with the stone and marble towers and castles of one of the oldest and most influential kingdoms in the south. Smoke billowed from his nostrils as he soared through the evening sky, scanning the plains below. The haze mixed with the clouds around the old dragon and veiled him in a cloak of gray smog. He shuttered, and the drops of condensation on his scales rained down to the ground like a summer shower. 

“Usanyla'' he growled. The dragons of the north had not ventured southward in well over four thousand years with rumors and stories of a large clan of dragon slayers settled in the southern lands, particularly a royal family and kingdom both called Adun. Driving off or slaying any dragonkin that posed a threat to their territories, they ruled from their fortified capital city of Usanyla which jutted up from the expansive, flat landscape. Heeding these rumors and fearing harm, or worse, embarrassment, the large dragons of the North kept to their snow capped territories. They preferred the high, jagged peaks that lined the Northern landscape for nesting, and the vulnerable, unfortified cities in the valleys below for plundering. The south was composed primarily of flat grassland, which proved wonderful for farming and rearing livestock, and leaving any dragonkin that came their way with nowhere to make their dens. 

Araluwa let out a growl of a chuckle from under his breath and smoke seethed out of the corners of his jaws. After years of dominating the northern kingdoms, Araluwa grew restless. His restlessness fueled his curiosity, so he decided to venture to these foreign lands to see this clan for himself. 

“I am the largest, most fearsome dragon the north has seen in centuries", the old dragon told himself. “This tiny land of nobles has never seen a dragon of my stature, of my brilliance. The diminutive dragonkin of this region could not fathom power of this magnitude. I have eaten more nobles and their heirs than I can count, and I will continue to fill my belly until my bones are given back to the earth. Nothing shall stand in my way.”

He took in a deep breath and let the scent of his prize lure him closer. The sweet smell of human flesh; princess flesh. 

All dragonkin enjoyed the taste of human flesh, but the large dragons of the north enjoyed most the taste of highborn flesh. Lord and lady, king and queen, there was something  about the unctuous taste of nobility that had captivated dragons for millennia, but none was more coveted than the flesh of a true-born king aside the flesh of a true-born princess. Araluwa licked his jaws. Many dragons of old claimed that the eating of eldest, youngest, or only daughters of kings imbued one with magical intelligence, power and strong spiritual constitution. Others simply preferred the variety of flavor; Araluwa was of the same mind as these less fantastical dragons. The lower born the human, the more stale their flesh tastes. Even some royals had a sour smell and after-taste to them, often foretelling their bastardry. But the flesh of an especially delectable, true-born princess eaten by a dragon could satisfy the beast completely for months at the time. 

Araluwa beat his wings and the clouds around him dispersed into vapors. He spread his wings wide, the evening sunlight glowing through the russet membranes. His hide was marked from scars of battles long past, and shingled with jagged red and black scales that let off a dark, crimson glimmer in the evening sun. The old dragon had no reason to hide above the clouds or within them like lesser dragons, or to burrow through the foundations of cities like the wyrms and more innovative drakes have attempted in the past. Araluwa, an old and proud spectacle of a dragon, wanted his prey to see him for all that he was, in all of his greatness and glory.  He let all four of his muscular limbs hang from his body, putting the long, wickedly curved talons at the tip of each claw on full display. Coupled with that, and teeth made of the same hardy drake-ivory and stained in the dried noble blood, Araluwa was a beautiful and fearsome dragon that captivated and horrified the people of the north. 

Araluwa glowered down greedily at the farm lands beneath him with blood red eyes as he soared over, watching the humans scurry to gather their offspring and livestock, and flee and hide in their little log and straw huts. Araluwa grinned. He would circle back to the surrounding farmlands and villages for dessert, he decided, then pressed on toward the city. 

The palace came into view and towered above the city. Built of dark colored marble and stone, it was a culmination of several domed buildings and towers connected by long corridors, with a high wall around the perimeter. At the center sat a tower large enough to be its own castle. Araluwa squinted thoughtfully at the structure. The base of the tower was wide, almost a league across, and it stood nearly twice as tall as it was wide. It was tapered only slightly at its peak, and, by the look of it, was suspiciously broad enough to lodge a full grown dragon. 

Perhaps this family could pose some trouble. 

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“Open the Dragonvault!” 

The order rang through the courtyard of the palace, followed by trumpets that sounded and echoed throughout the streets of the city. Citizens all around the capital city of Usanyla stopped their selling and shopping, commutes and patrols, and rushed toward the few dozen sets of large metal doors positioned at the base of the city walls, leading downward to the safety of the tunnels below. Soon the streets were empty, leaving only wayward carts and abandoned bags or baskets scattered through the streets. 

Every guard and soldier around scurried to their positions. Many clambered up the stairs toward the lookout where the Princess Royal of Adun, Abya al Sidia-Adun, waited with her back to the entrance, standing among the unfathomable lengths of chains with links as thick around as small tree branches, made of dark dracainum metal. Her gaze was locked onto the window of the lookout, a large domed room at the precipice of the Dragonvault, the highest tower of the royal palace of King Agol al Sidia-Adun. The guards piled around the pairs of long, thick cables that were a part of an intricate system of pulleys and fulcrums designed by Abya's great-grandmother’s consort and royal engineer. The guards split up, with each group grabbing a set of cables connected to the system above and counted off in unison before heaving together with all their might.

 

After a moment the metal roof creaked and groaned as it folded in on itself, slowly revealing the simmering, orange evening sky. Princess Abya squinted as her eyes adjusted to the light. The sun sat low above the mountains to the west, and to the north a silhouette soared in their direction. Abya held out her hand and her Shield-Lord, Bahani, handed her a looking glass. She peered through, and the silhouette morphed into a fully realized and detailed figure. 

A dragon, huge, many times anything Abya had ever seen in person. Araluwa, an infamous and old, battle hardened dragon that had plagued the northern kingdoms for several centuries. He was as large as three mature southern dragons, and had a wingspan that seemed to stretch the length of the horizon and swallowed the farmlands outside the city in shadow. Araluwa’s hulking frame was lined with deep red and black scales, and shimmered an eerie glow in the evening sunlight. Long dragon ivory horns and spikes lined his crown and crest and back, and his legs hung below his massive body, lined with thick muscle and hide. Abya’s heart pounded underneath her chest plate. Her moment had come. 

 Her brothers had each captured and slain their own dragon, and now it was her turn to do the same. The youngest of Agol’s children, Princess Abya possessed an intelligence and battle prowess that even her valiant, princely brothers did not. Even her eldest brother, Crown Prince Thusan, who slew his first dragon at the dangerously young age of nineteen, just barely a man, had never captured a dragon of this size. She remembered the parades and celebrations that went on in the city after the heir’s first kill; holding her mothers hand as they were guided through the city in the royal carriage, escorted by the royal guards and Shield-Lords. Her brothers rode ahead on horseback, flanking Thusan and their father. They all followed a large cart holding Prince Thusan's kill as the citizens of Usanyla packed the streets to cheer on and shout blessings to their Crown Prince and his family. Now, nearly a decade later, Abya stood before her prey, a young knight of just eighteen herself. She marveled at the idea of one upping her brothers and gaining their father’s favor by taking the largest dragon the kingdom had seen in a generation for her first kill. She gripped the hilt of her sword and smiled manically. 

“I know that face,” Bahani pointed out with a smirk. “Keep steady, princess, he will come to you. We’ve set a trap that he cannot resist. A princess, helpless in her tower. We Adun have the resilience and wisdom of Trappers, not the recklessness of Hunters.” 

The line of Sidia had long since made a name for themselves across the continent as dragonslayers. The Trappers, like the Aduns, held in their well fortified and highly advanced citadels built to capture, hold and kill large, fully grown dragons or wyverns who competed for domination in the air; some Trapper families made their dragonvaults underground to lure in wayward wingless drakes and slithering, limbless wyrms that lived underground. The Hunters, however, left their castles to tame invasive packs of drakes and rogue wyrms. No matter the method, each branch of Sidia’s clan used their ancestral might, honed skills and strategic minds to defeat the beasts that scourged their lands.

Abya chuckled and handed back the looking glass. “But we slayers nonetheless. Besides, the Hunters have their merits; they are the fiercest of warriors and fight like dragons themselves. But we Adun have proven the most innovative of Trappers. I wonder his surprise when he finds the daughter of Agol waiting for him. Araluwa is an old, powerful and wise dragon. Intelligent. Surely he knows of my family’s history, our role in this world.”

“The Line of Sidia is well known throughout many lands for their mastery of battle and dominion over all dragonkin, princess,” Bahani started. “But you must remember the countless members of that line- kings, queens, princesses and princes, knights and priests- that have all fallen to those wretched beasts.”

Abya rolled her eyes and turned to Bahani.

“I have been cautioned about the sacrifices of my forebears, Bahi, time and time again. Mostly by you these days. You should know to trust me by now.”

Bahani nodded, but chewed on the inside of his cheek anxiously. He paced away, squawking orders at the lower ranked guards to ease his nerves. Abya snickered quietly, then turned back to the sky, Araluwa soaring toward her, his form growing larger and larger as he approached. 

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 The sound of battle trumpets that rang out below filled Aralwua’s head with the intoxicating lust for royal flesh. He swooped low and dove down toward the city with incredible speed. He spread his wings just as the rooftops grew closer, and clipped the tips and edges of towers and buildings, sending stone and debris cascading down onto the streets below. Araluwa chuckled and flashed his teeth. He stretched his jaws wide, smoke leaking from his nostrils and between his teeth, and a stream of red and gold flames erupted from his throat, scorching anything in his line of sight. He charred the stone of their towers and burned their banners ash and reduced their districts to rubble. Then the old dragon paused. There were no screams, no clambering of guards or merchants, not even a stray dog wandered the streets. The city was completely deserted, populated only by the destruction left in the wake of dragon fire. 

Puzzled, Araluwa found a warm current and rose aloft, high above the city, eyeing the main tower of the palace. The roof was open now, revealing a large, open area with guards marching around in their tiny steel armor. At the center stood a knight clad in armor of dark colored metal with a familiar gleam and wrapped in an ebony cloak.

Peculiar. 

Araluwa pulled in his wings, and tucked his legs into his body and dove toward the castle. Araluwa peered down at the knight as he grew closer and realized the cloak was a mass of dark, billowing curls framing a face with soft features and a fierce expression. This was a woman, Araluwa thought. A princess. 

Araluwa pulled his wings tighter, increasing his speed, his snout aimed straight for the armor-clad princess, and he caught her gaze with his own. She did not waiver, but instead stared intently at the old dragon with a cunning smirk wiped across her face, her eyes still and confident. 

How incredulous, Araluwa thought. I will repay this insolence with fire. 

Araluwa closed in on the tower. He reached out his claws and bared his teeth in a devilish grin. Smoke and flames bubbling at his jaws, he spread his wings in a fearsome display, when he felt a great weight wrap around his left wing and pull him toward the tower beyond his control. A chain of thick links made of the same dark metal as the princess’s armor ensnared his wing, steering him downward. Araluwa looked down a length of chain to see the princess gripping the other end by a link as big around as her arm, her tongue out and eyes intent with concentration. She heaved another length of chain into the air like it was a rope of jute, and hurled it toward Araluwa, clenching his other wing shut and dragging him through the air toward the tower. 

They can chain me, but their tower will never hold up to my mass! 

He veered closer to his would-be captor. The guards strayed clear of the area around the princess, leaving her alone before him, holding the chains taught like the reins on a horse. She snapped the chains, and they drug Araluwa down quicker than he could ever dive, and he crashed into the hard stone of the tower, scraping marble and stone with his horns and spines.

 The princess lunged into action. She surged around the dragon, grabbing chains from the ground and slinging them over her shoulder with one hand, her other hand gripped tight around the hilt of her sheathed sword. Araluwa groaned and roared, and the heat of its fiery breath filled the room as he reared his head back to attack. She hurled another length of chain through the air and pulled it taught around the dragon’s snout, pinning his chin to stone with a loud thud. She flung chains across the dragonvault as the roof closed slowly overhead. 

"I am Abya al Sidia-Adun, only daughter of King Agol, Princess Royal of Adun, and furthermore, Araluwa," she called out, her voice loud and triumphant, "I am your doom."

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Araluwa looked up in shock and panic. The roof of the tower was closing rapidly and the chains were so heavy, unlike any metal that had dared to bind him. It was made of thick, black metal, that reeked of fire and magic.

Dracainum, he seethed. An ancient metal, poisoned by magic with the power to bind and harm dragons. How did this family come into possession of such amounts of the substance? And how were they properly able to mold it?

“Whatever your last thoughts, Araluwa,” Abya called out, her face twisted with exhilaration, “make them meaningful. I know you dragons hold some intelligence, but will not serve you today. Today you die.” 

Blasphemy! Araluwa thrashed under the immense weight of the dracainum chains and twitched his jowls to flash his teeth as best he could. He flexed his muscular body with all his might to flare his wings, to lift himself from his confinement, but to no avail. Flames peaked from the corners of his mouth, and he let out a frantic squeal more akin to a small lizard than a mighty dragon. He would be made a mockery, he thought. His legacy ruined, tarnished by this small girl-child. 

Then, in the thralls of anguish, desperate for any escape, the old dragon thought of a salutation. An arcane tale, a rumor, that he had learned from older, wiser dragons as a hatchling; a rumor only because the skill had been lost with time. He wondered if he was able to accomplish such a feat. All intelligent dragons should, he thought, harking back to his sire’s teachings. One just needed the proper motivation, and he assumed that his current situation sufficed. Araluwa closed his eyes and concentrated just as the princess lunged forth with her dracainum blade unsheathed and aimed at his forehead. She had a sadistic smile wiped across her face and it stained Araluwa’s mind even as his eyes were closed. Panicked, Araluwa let his mind surge forth and imagined himself smaller, weaker. He envisioned his scales slackened into a supple, vulnerable skin, and the horns and spines that lined his crown and neck and back into long, red hair. 

The air hung still over Araluwa’s head, devoid of the clanging of chains and armor. He opened one eye to see the black sabatons of his captor before him. He looked up slowly to see her face twisted in confusion and horror. 

Araluwa looked to the side and saw a hand with veins pushed to the surface of smooth, deep brown skin, gripping the stone next to him like a claw. It twitched. Then each finger flexed one by one and, shakily, the hand pressed into the stone. Araluwa's weight lifted slowly and his line of sight rose, then he swayed, his balance taken, and fell over to the side. He grimaced. The ground was cold and it stung when he hit it. Another hand swung itself around and planted firmly to the stone, lifting Araluwa’s sight back level with the princess’s knees. He realized then that he controlled these limbs, and he used them to heave himself upward with all his strength. The joints in his legs unhinged and moved in unfamiliar ways, but he pulled himself up until he stood only a head higher than the princess. He looked down into the reflection of her armor and saw a dark face with masculine features and long, wavy red hair and blazing red eyes. Araluwa blinked. The figure blinked back. I’ve done it, he thought. The chains slipped off of his body, the knots too loose for his new frame.

Princess Abya snapped to attention and pointed her sword at the throat of the stranger before her. She tried her best to run through everything she had just witnessed. Araluwa, a huge and formidable dragon, had morphed into this tall, dark skinned being with crimson red hair running down his back. He loomed over her, glowering down with red eyes. The chains slipped off of his shoulders and he flexed the muscles in his legs to lunge. Abya snapped the chains in her hand and they licked up like flames engulfing Araluwa’s new, smaller frame. She pulled them taught around his arms and torso and he fell to his knees. 

“What are you?” Abya demanded through gritted teeth, her eyes still wide with confusion. “By what magic do you perform this feat?”

“I am a dragon of the north,” Araluwa hissed in a deep, silky voice. “You could not comprehend the power we hold.” 

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Its been so long since I've posted something like this, and even though this is definitely not the final version of this story, I'm glad to have something finished! lol Critiques are welcome! Let me know if you'd like to be on a tag list, I may keep this up as a series

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blog da sophia

⋅ ⋅ -ˋˏ➸ Welcome to our new arrival! Os jornais estão alvoroçados com a chegada de Princesa Sophia Hanover.

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Aberfan Memorial Garden

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Pete and I joined up once I settle in town after my trip from LA. We met downstairs and decided to go over to The Princess for Guinness and fish & chips. The Princess make a great fish & chips. We chewed the fat and got pretty buzzed with the joy o bumps of tequila shots. We both had kings days and called it quits. I tried to find a screening of Babylon close but nothing panned out. I had one last beer at Farmer’s Table when I encountered 2 imperial star troupers where I snagged a selfie before I return to my room in the La Pensione. @lapensionehotel #theprincess @littleitalysd #littleitalysandiego #lapensionehotel @farmerstablesd #christmaseveeve (at Little Italy) https://www.instagram.com/p/CmkoLMupus5/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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The Princess

pairing: Arthur Leclerc x reader

warnings: Maybe not exactly like the request but here it is. Also my first social media au.

summary: princess of Monaco and formula 2's Arthur Leclerc soft launch. Based on this request here

masterlist

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f2_updates: is there a new paddock princess?

*comments hidden*

new story by arthur_leclerc

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liked by: arthur_lecler, y/n'sbestriend, charles_leclerc, and 843,731 others

tagged: y/n'sbestfriend

y/n.y/l/n: living life

f1.girly: UM? arthur & charles liking y/n's post?!

theprincess's#1fan: no. but like theories?

formulazfavorite: trying to decide if Charles or Arthur is more her type

y/n'sbestfriend: girls gonna be girls 💗

theprince.y/b/n: y/n did dad sign off on this post? 🤨

y/n.y/l/n: nope 🫶

liked by: charles_leclerc, olliebearman, y/n.y/l/n, and 601,560 others

arthur_leclerc: life is good

olliebearman: when are you gonna finally confirm the girl bro?

arthur_leclerc: 🤐

formulazfavorite: RACE SZN BBY!

f2_updates: a new girl on the track next to our favorite Leclerc this season

charles_leclerc: HEY!

liked by: y/n'sbestfriend, y/f/n, arthur_leclerc, 150,967 others

y/n.y/l/n: it's a love story but princess duty calls

comments:

y/n_my.princess: are we just gonna ignore that y/n is a swiftie?

the.princess.owns.me: i promise you i will not let this be ignored

theprince.y/b/n: ugh. it is always taylor swift this, taylor swift that 24/7 in the castle

y/n.y/l/n: *blocked on all accounts*

liked by: y/n.y/l/n, charles_leclerc, olliebearman, 1,250,845 others

tagged: arthur_leclerc and y/n.y/l/n

f2_updates: is there a blooming romance between formula 2 star arthur_leclerc and our favorite Monégasque princess y/n.y/l/n?

comments:

formulazfavorite: this would be my everything

arthurclerc: please confirm please please

y/f/n: 🤐

liked by: arthur_leclerc, y/n'sbestfriend, y/n/f/n, 230,943 other

tagged: arthur_leclerc

y/n.y/l/n: I want your midnights 🩷

arthur_leclerc: ❤ y/n.y/l/n: love you bby

liked by: y/n.y/l/n, charles_leclerc, y/f/n, olliebearman, 1,098,342 others

tagged: y/n.y/l/n

arthur_leclerc: Your love is a secret I'm hoping, dreaming, dying to keep

comments:

leclercbrother.loverr: OMG Y/N making Arthur a swiftie is everything

charles_leclerc: loving the soft launch little bro

arthur_leclerc: shut up man y/n.y/l/n: he's blushing right now arthur_leclerc: your supposed to be on my side! y/n.y/l/n: sorry baby it's the truth. ily olliebearman: y'all are so sickeningly cute

f1.girly: the IT couple

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M Rated Fics Masterlist

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Music Man (ao3) - starlight_kth

Summary: Phil attends a concert with one of his best friends. He's really not that interested. Well, that's until he sees the tall, beautiful piano player with the dimple.

nyctophobia (ao3) - angelmichelangelo

Summary: somebody is playing with the light downstairs

One Thousand Midnights or More (ao3) - JudeAraya

Summary: A decade of love told in moments.

Shuffle My Board (ao3) - danisnotonfire

Summary: What happens after a game of shuffleboard gets unbelievably horny? The winner gets to fuck the loser.

Star Crossed Enemies (ao3) - Junebug1312

Summary: When Dan's school decides to put on Romeo and Juliet, Dan is beyond excited. Until the lead actress drops out and Dan's enemy takes her place. Add in a kiss scene and everything starts to fall apart rather quickly.

Who knew the theatre program could be so dramatic?

Stay With Me (ao3) - blehmobile

Summary: Dan and Phil are flatmates, and they occasionally flirt. They agree that it is very normal to bathe with friends. Totally no tension at all.

sunkissed (ao3) - ivylakes

Summary: Maybe Phil was made to pour warmth into this man and leave little marks all over his body the way the sun does when it covers his skin with freckles. Maybe everything they’ve ever done and every little way they’ve loved each other has culminated in this very moment, where they can hardly see each other in the low light but are still brighter than the yellow light that breaks through the sky and glitters on the ocean.

Or, Dan and Phil go on holiday, and every photo they take tells a story.

Talking to the Moon (ao3) - uptownsteve

Summary: After a risque photoshoot, Phil wants to show Dan just how beautiful he is

Time is on our side (ao3) - Mysticallykai

Summary: In 2010, AmazingPhil decided to make a video trying to time travel. He ends up meeting his boyfriend Dan in the year 2023 as well as himself, and he has a lot of questions.

too far to walk alone (ao3) - chickenfree

Summary: “The hazelnut stracciatella,” he says, as always. They might or might not have a bet in the shop about whether he’ll ever vary.

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loved the nomin recs, do u hv any more of them preferably with bttm jeno??

im super glad u loved them !! nd yeap i do have some more !! unfortunately it seems like bttm jeno fics r scarce but i gotchu anon 🫢

bttm jeno ver ☆彡

1. pretty boy bikini time by theprincessed

“Jaemin accidentally acquires a bikini. He persuades Jeno to try it on.”

! couch sex, anal sex

2. smooth over the skin by gravitasgambit (ooooo this is super spicy you’ll love it anon)

ft. masseur!jaemin

“Hyuck drags Jeno against his will to get a massage with him so he can flirt with the pretty receptionist. Jeno judges him for stalking someone at their workplace, but quickly changes his tune when he sees one of the masseurs. Suddenly, Jeno is the world’s biggest massage fan, and it has absolutely nothing to do with the fact that he wants the masseur to rail him into the next century.”

! multiple orgasms, rimming, anal sex, endless sexual innuendos by jaemin while he massages jeno

3. cat trophies and catastrophes by mintdrop

“Jeno discovers that his cat has been sneaking out to neighbor's house each night to sleep with him and collect his personal belongings. Disaster follows when he further discovers that his neighbor is hot. And sleeps shirtless.”

! barebacking, creampie

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#uncommonscenario

#Targaryenweirdness

Scene: A Queen, A Rouge, A Princess, and Dragons

#TheQueen

"Where am I?" Visenya asked and look around feeling the heat of the dry land on her skin burning her like dragon fire, not like she had even been burned by Dragonfire. Her death doesn't count as she is already dead at that time and already handed the torch and the faith of Westeros and Targaryen Dynasty to Maegor.

She looks around and her eyes widen seeing the great pyramid from a far.

"Meereen?"

She asked she look to her side and her eyes narrowed not seeing her sword Dark sister but Blackfyre, she needs to find out why is she alive and why in the Fourteen Flames is she incomplete-

Hearing a loud disturbing, not uncommon, roar behind her she looks up and chuckles, seeing those massive wings cover her body she stands up as Vhagar slammed his massive body down greeting her.

"Well, Hello Vhagar. We see each other again and I am glad for that as we are far away from the place I died."

#TheRougePrince

"God Damn!" He cursed as he felt his whole body in pain, he needs to stop doing that kind of stunt he is not young to act like his limbs are still intact well kinda more than Viserys.

He would kill that damn one-eyed troll if he didn't survive but he make sure he didn't, Dark sister make sure of that.

A roar surprise him from musing, that same unique roar that he saw bring forth the greatest dragon alive, sitting up he hiss as his limbs felt soar looking up his jaw drop as Caraxes squeak again.

"Caraxes?" He mumbled as he lift his hand to touch his dragon, he chuckles as Caraxes push him down again, "Down boy! You boy did it!"

He cheered and hug his Dragon.

He killed them, They killed them! And he survived!

He needs to tell Rhaenyra-

"Why is it feel like we are at Essos again?" He asked and pulled away from his Dragon and place his hand above his eyes as the sun shine at them.

"Why are we at Essos?" He asked and look around his eyes blink, "Why in Meereen?"

He looks at him and see Dark sister laying at the ground, his eyebrow clash as he remember that he stab his Favorite brainless nephew using his Sword, but it looks like it crawled back to him.

"oh boy..." He mumbled feeling like he is turning mad, he know it something is wrong.

"We need to know why are we alive."

#ThePrincess

She looked up as she heard Two massive Roars, she can see Drogon, Viserion, and Rhaegal perk up at the call roaring also at that.

"There are Dragons." She said to her loyal Friend and walking at the balcony of Meereen even from afar she can see a image of Dragons flying on her directions as her children roar calling for them, for their kin.

"Missy! Look! Dragons!" She beamed her eyes brighten as Two roars answered her children's call, They fly above circling as they waited at them to come near.

"It is My Queen." Her Naath friend smiled as they stared at the coming Dragons, two massive dragons that her children.

She felt her blood, Dragon blood, pump alive as the Dragon flew passed the great pyramid and circle around, she can also see two silver blond hair above it's back with a saddle, she swore they look at her as their dragons familiarize with one another.

"Targaryen's Missandei...They are Targaryen's! I'm not alone Missy! I have a Family!"

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#VisenyaTargaryen #DaemonTargaryen #DaenerysTargaryen

#TimeTravel

#VisenyameetsDaemonmeetsDaenerys

#DragonsFireandBlood

Just a random scenery that playing with my mind, me being weird and lonely!

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Chapter 22: Saying Goodbye… For Now

The next chapter of ThePrincess and The Alchemist been out for a while, but I forgot to announce it on Tumbler.

Chapter 23 comes out tomorrow.

Link to Chapter on Wattpad:

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thought sprung of alt univ where klaa and princess break up (as teenagers) and like klaa is outside of princess' window w boon box and throwing rocks to her her attention (or hes harrassing her w the rocks in her window cuz hes drunk or smth) and the palace gaurds come for his ass. anyways theprincess' parents is like u got to stop seeing this guy and shes just like i can help it. i like them a little dub 🤦‍♀️