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[mschapstick]

Cursed Princess Club 🌹👑💖

A bday gift to my friend back in 2023, but also congratulating the finale! This was my first Webtoon series I've ever read thanks to my friends that recommended it to me, and it was such a rollercoaster of emotions 😭💖 Thank you to iamlambcat and your team's hard work so so much for creating these loveable characters, story, and positive messages for everyone!!! I'll miss it so much, but I'm looking forward to what they plan next!!!

[adeity-studies]

My copy of the Cursed Princess Club came in!!! I've been following this webtoon since it came out & am so excited to cherish my own copy of @iamlambcat's incredible work 💖💖💖 TAGS: #books #bookstagram #webtoon #webtoonedit #webtoons #cursedprincessclub #cursedprincessclubwebtoon #cursedprincessclubgwendolyn #lambcat #webtoonunscrolled https://www.instagram.com/p/Cm-SOgqPjNX/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[yaminobean]

Understatement of the century. Since the theme of this comic has been about how words can hurt someone, it only makes sense that Frederick internalizes Blaine's words just as hard as Gwen did with his. Already have a scenario written out.

Check it out.

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Blaine watches his father being escorted away by the palace guard. He doesn't try to fight but stares with a dull anger at the ground. Not even looking at him. Blaine feels his heart rattle in his chest as cautious hope beats through it.

He was free. Finally, they were free.

He cast Lance a gaze and sees that he is smiling with tears in his eyes. He dashes over to him and they hug.

"It's over. It's really over." The middle brother whispers.

Blaine murmurs in agreement and lifts his head up to see his brother also smiling and celebrating with a group of women and a huge man with black stripes on his face.

That's odd. Why is Frederick celebrating with those strange girls? Aren't they from Gwen's conservatory.

He begins to walk over to them. When the group sees them coming their happy faces slip away and become more serious. Frederick notices and turns around.

The relief leaves his eyes.

Blaine brings up a brave smile.

"Frederick. Let's go back home."

He sees the green in his brother's eyes burn with anger and fear as he grip tightly to the arm of the tall man.

Ah, he must be thinking about what happened in the dungeon.

Blaine gets closer to him extending out his hand.

"It's ok. Back at the dungeon I was just acting cold so I could protect you. It didn't mean anything. Let's just talk about it at home and the-"

Frederick gritted his teeth.

"Don't. Touch. Me."

Blaine stops and looks on in shock as some of the women, a young lady with a pointy nose and small timid looking one with black hair and glasses, crowd in front of him. Blaine looks at this in confusion and alarm.

"Wha- Frederick. I told you it was an act. I just said all that stuff because dad was there and i had to make it look good or else."

"Stop, lying to me!"

Blaine jumps at the yell and Lance hears it to. Frederick is shaking and has tears running down his face as he stares daggers at the older man.

"All these years i thought you didn't care and then you guys start acting nice when the proposals came up, then you say it was an act..... I.... How do I know what's a lie and what isn't?

Blaine feels the air leave his body. That gaze burning a hole in his soul.

"Frederick, please, come here. Let me-"

The larger man holds up a large hand and stops him. He turns turns Frederick toward him; the teen trembling and breathing erratically.

"Frederick. It's ok. Do you want to go back?"

The teen shook his head.

"What do you want to do?"

The teen takes in a few breaths before answering.

"C-c-can I s-s-s-stay with you?"

Blaine feels his mouth drop.

"What?! What are you saying!? Go with-you don't even know that guy!"

The tattooed man nods and begins to walk away with the littlest prince in tow.

Blaine starts after them.

"Frederick, wait. You come back-" he stops when he feels a rough hand pull him back. He see it belongs to a man with a stubble filled face and harsh dark green eyes.

"Hey, buddy. He says that he doesn't want to go." He says.

Blaine looks around and sees the group all glaring at him. Blaine begins to fidget uncomfortably feeling their stares prickle his skin.

"Who- I don't know who you people are but you're friend has no right to take my brother off with him God knows where. He's obviously is still emotional from everything that's happened and he needs to be at home with us."

"You're wrong." Says a strong voice. Blaine sees a woman with grey hair and golden eyes approach him. They glowed sternly at him.

"Frederick has already told you he doesn't feel safe with or trusts you. And after what I've heard, I can't blame him."

"What you heard?! He told you!? What's going on between my brother and me is our business!"

"It became our business when Frederick decided to stay at the club."

Blaine blanched feeling all eyes in him. Then Lance comes over.

"Blaine, what's going on?"

"These people are trying to take Frederick-"

"Hey! Frederick said he wanted to stay!" The pointy nose girl said.

Lance looked back and forth in fear and confusion.

"Frederick is-what do they mean he wanted to stay?"

"Frederick is still upset by what happened in the dungeon and doesn't want to come home. Then this giant showed up and took him away! Lance, we have to find them and get Frederick to come to his senses!"

Lance's eyes started to mist. He knew that Frederick took every word said there to heart. He felt it in his bones.

"Lance?! What's with that look!? We have to get Frederick back and-"

Lance looked to the grey haired woman.

"Did he.... Did he say how long he wants to stay?"

Her eyes softened as she took in the middle child's regretful look.

"He didn't. But I'll let you know when he does."

Lance, satisfied, nods.

Blaine looks to his brother in disbelief.

"Lance have you gone crazy!? We can't let Frederick stay with a bunch of strangers!?"

"Blaine, stop."

He turns to Blaine. Hard eyes set again but still misty.

"Frederick wants some time alone. He just found out some pretty messed up things about his family. Dad's saw him as the weak one and treated him like dirt. Then, in the first time in awhile we actually start treating him and each other like.... A normal family. Only to take it all and say it meant nothing. Did you really think Frederick was just going to forget everything and forgive us."

Blaine feels the word drag the pit in his stomach further. He remembered Frederick's face in the dungeon as they left. All the hope he had seemed to drain out right then and there. But.... He never thought he'd take it seriously. He ragged on him all the time and Frederick never had a problem with it before. He had to know that he didn't mean it.

Except for some of it.

That's the blessing of someone who has no expectations of them.

His own words rang in his head. He meant them. They had came when Frederick was trying to call out to them. Tell them they had cared about the princess and like always he was going to ruin everything. He had to say that. He had to....

Blaine's inner voice desperately tried to comfort him but it was a whisper compared to the words he said to his brother. They echoed just like they did in the dungeon.

Sorry for the long post, but the fic just wrote itself. But I hope we get something like this.

Frederick is gonna have some mad trust issues after this week's chapter.

[yaminobean]

Bottom scene dialogue:

Frederick: Am I doing this right?

Angel Dust: Relax, sugarfoot. You're thinkin about it too much. Just close your eyes, feel the music, and let your body do the rest.

[yaminobean]

Watched some bee and puppycat..... you know I had to do it.... #beeandpuppycat #cartoonhangover #webtoon #cursedprincessclub #cursedprincessclubwebtoon #cursedprincessclubfanart #frederick #crossover #lambcat https://www.instagram.com/p/CYnaO1psmF5/?utm_medium=tumblr

[yaminobean]

Freddie: I never thought that shopping could be this much fun! Are you friends with the store owners? They seemed to really like you and gave us big discounts on all our stuff Angel: Yeah, they're friends.... in a way. I mean they pay me a lot of cash to get real "friendly." F: I.... I don't get it. A: It's best you don't, sweetpea. So where to next?

Mandatory self indulgent scenario. Let these two meet. bond over their crappy dads and become a found family.

[yaminobean]

Au made by @Axeleous. It's getting really good.

Haven't drawn cpc art for awhile... my bad .

Anyway, here's the plaid brothers in my au (sorta) tbh it's more like imagined after the events of cpc when all the characters are older in the future basically..Here's a little lore for each one of them

Frederick is 20 in this so yeah he got the scars from Leland and he almost died in the final battle but he survives ..barely after he is assumed dead in his kingdom So basically his " death " becomes a great controversy in the public. And the plaid kingdom is taken over by other kingdoms due to lelands carelessness. He wakes up in a children's hospital that the cpc carried him to and makes some friends and memories that does help him heal mostly. After he changes his appearance by growing out his hair and getting glasses and learns to fight to protect people he cares about like Gwen. He even changes his name to fred Durand ( isoldes surname taken ) only the cpc and Gwen know who he really is.

Now to Blaine : Blaine is worse than ever mentally, physically, every way. He is now king of a small part of plaid kingdom which is now a small city, he is a deadbeat ruler he starts to hallucinate and he spirals into depression deeper and deeper until he finally gives up that city and atones himself, to search for peace.

Lance: he also had enough of Leland ( Leland gets a life sentence btw) so he goes away to some other kingdom and joins it's millitary and it helps him somehow. Both Lance and frederick reconcile when frederick is 23.

[yaminobean]

SELF MEDICATE

(Saw it. Had to make a prompt.)

(Warning: Themes of drug use, language, and thoughts of suicide are present in this prompt. If these subjects trigger any unpleasant emotions or sensations please don’t read.)

He took in a deep breath, allowing the smoke to fill his lungs. He held it in as the skunky steam burned his throat and stung his eyes. After a good minute, he let his coughs ring out through the courtyard. When he caught his breath, he felt the pleasant fog spread to every corner of his mind and body; He became aware of how quickly his thoughts came and went; How his body felt weightless and almost intangible like the reflections on a lake. He took off his green plaid coat to let in the open air on the rest of his body. His skin bristled gleefully as a breeze played with the hair on his arms; The feeling made him giggle.

“Hell, yeah.”

Frederick held the still burning role between his fingers as he slumped down to the grass. It hadn't been easy trying to sneak away from his family these days. His father, a hard ass in every sense of the word, had become even more intense as he tried to turn his sons into perfect husbands, paying extra critical attention to his younger son.

Whoopty fucking doo.

“We have to put our best out there on the battle field boys. In the battle of Love, people will flocked and grip on to your best selves. Even the tiniest hint of weakness will get them to toss you away like rotten meat.”

He felt his father’s eyes on him as he said the last sentence.

What a fat load of shit.

Frederick took another drag from his joint, watching as the trails danced on the wind’s tails. What good was a love like that? A love that was built on the grounds of superficiality and lies is always destined to end in pain for everyone.

That’s what his mother told him before she passed when he questioned what she loved about their father. Ever since then, Frederick saw only cheap and flimsy imitations of love; A terrible thing filled with false promises, insane conditions, and little to no returns. So he decided that it was a loss cause to bother searching at all. He began looking for temporary relief from the pain so he started with wine; A horrible hangover spent in the bathroom ended that treatment. So he turned to the library and found dozens of plant life that, some mystics and kooky spiritualists say, would grant him enlightenment.

He tried mushrooms; That was the night he saw the center of the earth in his bathwater.

He got opium from one of the honor students; He slept for 36 hours that day.

Salvia got him to believe that he no longer existed.

And cannabis became his ride or die high.

It was easy to get; One of the guards had a hookup that grew it in his basement; easy to use; He learned from watching his father’s card friends; And it was just right for him. He still did opium when he could get it; It helped him out when things were just too much and he just wanted to be not exist for a while. He knew that repeated use would cause his body to build a tolerance so he spaced out his hits from month to month and added an extra hit in the middle for fun. He had it under control.

Sometimes he dreamed about the world he saw in the soapy water. The underground empire that had buildings as bright as stars. What if his hole wasn’t an dead end? What if it was a doorway? Hidden from those too high above ground to see it. What if it lead to that city? He would love to go there; To be apart of the lights in the city. Maybe mom was there..... waiting for him.

You make me want things that I can't have

I guess it was karma that got me to you.

It was the most special night of my life, we had to go to a ball in a small kingdom as princes heirs of our, father accompanied us, had to do it according to him or "I would ruin everything as I always did" I didn’t care, I didn’t anymore, or at least not since Mother had died, with her gone my whole life and my happiness, was the only one who understood me, the only one who loved me as I was, the only person I loved had left my life to never return, was taken away by death.

From there I had started everything, my journey through sadness, anger, guilt and bitterness, I really just wanted someone to help me, I screamed for help every damn day, I wanted salvation, an angel who will take me out of the hole I was in... He never came, nobody did, so I did the only thing I could do to shut the demons out of my head.

Get high

At some point, my life no longer made sense if I wasn’t drugged, at some point I knew there was no going back and I honestly didn’t care, my father just focused on the opinion of others "It’s all going to go to shit for you and you don’t even seem to care"

My brothers at first tried to help me, but nothing lasts forever, they always tried to reach me, I wouldn’t let them, they also got tired and left me, I don’t blame them, I would have too if I had been in their place, they got tired of trying, And I’d be lying if I said I wish they hadn’t, I’d fall deeper every time, and when I stopped waiting for help you came in, you with your smile and your kindness, you with your love and your compassion, you pulled me out of the well I was in, You were my angel, the angel who had been waiting so long had finally arrived, you showed me that there was still why to live, why to laugh and why to enjoy. I wanted all those things back in my life, I wanted to feel like I was worthy to love again, I wanted all the things you offered me.

You made me want things I couldn’t have, so I walked away from you when I realized I was staining you, walked away and started treating you like everyone else, I couldn’t stain you Gwen, I couldn’t do it... He would have killed me if I had, you were just light and kindness, I couldn’t have allowed myself to contaminate you with my darkness, I couldn’t do it, I wasn’t selfish enough.

It hurt so much to leave you, it hurt like hell, but my pain was okay, it would be fine as long as you were okay.