#down with the monarchy

[niamhoftirnanog]

I feel like Tumblr would appreciate my dad's take on the coronation

[phd-in-bears]

Monarchies are only fun in fiction. But overthrowing a monarchy in real life could be very fun

[unhingedmess]

part 2 of camelot having the worst employee retention rate in albion

(bar one traumatised and destiny-ridden warlock who just keeps coming back)

part 1

part 3

[peppymintdreams]

Faithful to the King

Lord Diavolo x MC

The kingdom you called home had been nothing more than a hollow shell for as long as you could remember. The palace gleamed with wealth, each opulent room a monument to corruption, while the people who toiled in the fields and villages were starving, dying under the weight of the royal family's greed. The king and his court were cruel beyond words, their hearts blackened by decadence. It was no secret that they lived lavishly off the sweat and blood of their people. The royal family's cruelty was the very foundation of the kingdom’s decay.

You had grown up in the kingdom’s shadow, a "peasant" by status, though you carried blood that was tied to the higher ranks of the village. Despite your position, you had watched as your people were ground into the dirt. The kingdom needed a savior—a liberator. But who would dare to challenge the monarchy? Who could even hope to do so?

The answer, you found, lay in the realm of the unknown—the Devildom.

You had learned of dark magic, of ancient rituals whispered by those who had dared to walk the forbidden paths. Your desperation had pushed you to study these lost arts, to summon an entity powerful enough to topple the evil that reigned in your kingdom. There was only one being you knew of who could accomplish such a feat: Diavolo, the King of Hell himself.

You knew the price. You had heard the rumors. A deal with a devil was never free, but what choice did you have? If you were to free the kingdom, you would need power—unimaginable power.

On that fateful night, you stood alone in the deepest recesses of your cottage, the air thick with the scent of burning herbs and candles. You muttered the incantation, your voice trembling but determined. The symbols etched into the floor began to glow as a low hum filled the air. With every word, you could feel the air grow colder, darker, as though the very fabric of reality was bending to your will.

And then, before you, a rift tore open in the fabric of the world. The ground trembled, and from the darkness, he emerged.

Diavolo.

The King of the Devildom. A figure that was both mesmerizing and terrifying, his presence commanding and undeniable. His golden eyes fixed on you with an intensity that made your heart race, his lips curling into a smile that was both sinister and entrancing.

"Ah, so you’ve summoned me," Diavolo’s voice was rich, deep, like thunder rolling in the distance. "A mortal, no less. You must be desperate, to reach out to me."

You didn’t flinch. "I seek your help," you said, your voice steady despite the shiver running down your spine. "The royal family in my kingdom is evil. They care nothing for their people. They live in decadence, while the kingdom crumbles beneath them. I want to see them fall. I want to see my people free."

A glint of amusement flashed in Diavolo's eyes, but there was something else—a dark interest, a spark of curiosity. He tilted his head, regarding you with a mixture of admiration and caution.

"Bold," he mused, stepping closer. "And what do you offer in return for my help? The price is never small when dealing with someone like me."

"I offer you my soul," you declared, your voice unwavering, though your heart ached at the weight of your words. "In exchange for your aid in bringing down the royal family and claiming the kingdom for myself. I am willing to bind my fate to you, Lord Diavolo, if you will help me."

Diavolo’s smile widened, his sharp fangs glinting in the dim light. "A soul for the fall of a kingdom," he mused, as though testing the weight of your words. "I find your offer... tempting. But are you certain? The cost of such a pact is not one easily undone. You will be mine—body, soul, and everything in between. You will belong to me forever."

You took a deep breath, knowing that the moment you sealed this deal, there would be no turning back. "I would rather be yours, Diavolo, than live in a kingdom ruled by monsters. I will make them pay for their sins."

His laughter rang out then, rich and dark, a sound that sent a shiver of both fear and excitement through you. "Very well, mortal," Diavolo said, his voice soft but laced with power. "Your soul is mine. And in exchange, I shall grant you the power to destroy the royal family and claim the throne as your own. But know this: you will have no other master. You will walk by my side, as my consort, my partner in both power and desire."

You felt a surge of energy, a sudden rush that left your senses reeling as the pact was sealed. The magic crackled in the air, binding you to him in a way that left your very soul trembling. The weight of your decision settled over you like a cloak, but it was not one of regret. It was a cloak of purpose.

Diavolo's eyes gleamed with dark satisfaction. "When you claim the throne, remember this moment," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "Remember who made it possible. And remember that it is I who holds the strings of your fate, mortal."

As the rift between the realms closed, you were left standing alone in the aftermath, your mind racing with the enormity of what had just transpired. But the excitement, the anticipation of what was to come, burned brighter than any fear you had. The royal family would fall, and you would be the one to deliver their doom. The kingdom would be free. And once it was, Diavolo’s kingdom would have its own place in your heart, and you would have no regrets.

But as the darkness of your pact settled in, you knew one thing for certain: nothing would ever be the same. You had given your soul, and now, you would be bound to the devil himself. And yet, despite the price, a strange thrill coursed through your veins.

You would bring them to their knees. You would bring them all to their knees. And in the end, you would rule by Diavolo’s side.

The throne would be yours, and the kingdom would be free—forever.

[anunluckyginger]

[cyree]

cursed images in my gallery as octonauts characters

hello my wet noodles i will make more octonauts roblox images soon i got half term #ilovebritain #DOWNWITHTHEMONARCHY

[i-am-a-lazy-mess]

hate when people call Enjolras a king. He would’ve hated that. He is a democratically elected leader, thank you very much.

[short-wooloo]

I think this should happen at charles' coronation

[thefuckuare]

its so hilarious that they changed queen mary to a king as not to offend our dearest lizzie and now shes dead and we've got old charlie boy instead

[tack-boris]

I feel at some point Wille will try to push Simon away, not bc he feels Simon is not enough or doesn't fit in the Royal family, but bc being the Crown Prince partner can be a threat for him and his family's safety. Simon will never leave his side, though. And that will become the biggest love proof for Simon.

[trans-girl-azzi]

Guess who I saw on the way to Walmart?

Taylor Swift.…

And yep she parked her private jet in the handicap spot

[elbiotipo]

Letras que me decepcionaron:

la boludez de "otra dimensión" en Vas a Bailar de Ciro y los Persas

cuando me di cuenta que "me sentí Maradó" (o sea Maradona) era "me sentí parado" en Reyes de La Noche de Los Guasones

la cosa del esperma ardiente en Sobreviviendo de Victor Heredia

decir "and I, I will be king and you, you can be my queen" en vez de "I won't be king" en Heroes de David Bowie (quien mierda quiere ser rey, pensé que era una canción de rebeldía)

"las caras" en plural en vez de "la cara" en Latinoamérica de Calle 13 (aunque puede ser ser que sea singular pero pasa que yo tengo una cara en mente con eso)

ya que estamos "respiro dentro y fuera del agua como las focas" LAS FOCAS NO RESPIRAN DENTRO DEL AGUA

Freddie Mercury diciendo "there goes my baby" en vez de "me gusta el tenis" en A Crazy Little Thing Called Love

[butternutsquashthesenutz]

I say we keep the monarchy around just long enough to get a real life firstprince, and then they can demolish it together

[hishighnesstheprincess]

Guys it's happening again

[laurenfoxmakesthings]

[stoppingoftheheart]

interacting with rwrb posts has caused tumblr to recommend me posts for the actual monarchy,, STOP 😭