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vibewithhana · 1 month

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You're the kind of soul anyone would be lucky to be with.

Awwe 😭👉👈 that's such a great compliment

Then you gotta stay with me too 😔🫵

#ilysm <3 #princess.#ask.#anon ask

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lookshmichap42 · 7 months

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I DID IT I actually finished a sketch I said I might Finnish. If you would so kindly ignore the obvious imported rock wall that would be much appreciated. Also my friend said I should sign my work so there ya go.

Also i posted this then i realized I forgot to put gloves on them but then I didn’t like it soooo yeah

#sketch #digital art #princess.#cute art #bad art #lookshmi my art #fanart #keeper of the lost cities #kotlc #keeper of the lost cites fanart #sophie foster #kotlc keefe #team foster keefe #keefe sencen #kotlc sophie

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ladyrosen · 6 months

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Princess Alexia of Portugal in black colour

#foryou #foryoupage #princess alexia #portugal #royalty #royal family #future queen #crown princess #style #black and white #princess.

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kitoras · 8 months

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When Kitora first encounters her betrothed she’s on her hands and knees in a little garden on the outskirts of Durand.

There’s a small pond across the road from Mahama’s cottage. The surface glistening like a mirror that has snared the sun, sparkling like the diamonds in Kitora’s crown. And the Prince’s entourage stops there to water the horses and rest.

She doesn’t notice them immediately. She’s too engrossed in the weeds that had begun to grow amongst Mahama’s roses, muttering to herself when a particular stubborn one forces her to plant her ass in the dirt and tug with both hands.

He notices her first.

Her face streaked with dirt and her hands caked in mud. Her hair a wild halo of leaves and flower petals. There’s a fence around the garden she’s working in. He imagines it was once white, and sturdy and made the little wood and stone cottage magical. Now there are pieces missing and the gate is hanging from one hinge, and the only reason he knows it was white is because he can see the chunks peeling off.

She’s dressed in a light yellow dressed, the neck cut in a precarious square that exposes the tops of her breasts, glistening with sweat in the mid afternoon sun.

He’s transfixed as her chest heaves and before he knows what he’s doing he’s approaching the fence.

An elderly woman steps out onto small porch, her lips pressed in a hard line and it halts his steps.

She opens her mouth and says something in a language he can’t understand but it causes the woman’s head to snap up. For a brief moment he sees shock flash across her features followed quickly by anger before slipping into a mask of begrudging respect.

“Your Highness,” she breathes, and Shouto almost swallows his tongue when she quickly stands and then curtsies.

She’s resplendent. A woman quite literally crafted from every shade of autumn. Browns and blacks and reds and oranges and yellows.

Shouto’s fingers twitch with the desire to touch. To feel. He’s a tactile man, unfortunately. And an artist no less. He wants to marvel at the smooth expanse of skin and knead the knotted muscles of her shoulders. He wants to touch the plump material of her lips and prod at the soft flesh of her stomach.

Her eyes sparkle or glint? He sees mistrust but curiosity and it makes his head begin to pound. She’s the most beautiful woman he has ever seen.

It’s a fact, not a possibility.

“That’s not necessary,” he tries to say but the old woman says something again and his brows furrow. He can’t understand her. He can speak at least 13 languages and yet this woman is saying things that his brain cannot translate.

The woman purses her lips at whatever she’s saying and it’s clear she’s fighting off a smile.

“You can understand her?” he blurts before he can stop himself.

She eyes him warily. “It’s old Dunish. Mahama is one of maybe three people remaining in Durand that can still speak the old tongue.”

Mahama huffs. “What do you want child prince?”

Shouto observes the elderly woman. She’s hunched in a wooden rocking chair now, her crooked fingers working swiftly as she knits. He’s standing at the fence, close enough to note that the woman is blind.

He ignores the slight scorn in her tone as he answers. "I'm passing through," he doesn't miss the way the woman stiffens. "Durand is beautiful and it will be my first time. I'm hoping your princess-"

"Queen," the old woman corrects with a huff. "She is our queen."

Shouto is taken aback by this. "Durand has no queen," he says matter-of-factly.

"We do now," she snaps. "Go on then," she continues. "Off to the palace with you, off to the wolves den like sheep to their slaughter." She breaks off in Dunish and Shouto's eyes flicker to the woman, still standing in the garden, watching silently.

"Is she always like this?" he asks.

The woman cocks her head to the side. "She's 102 years old. I like to think it's only been half a decade since she started going a little mad."

Shouto's eyebrows hit his hairline. "102!?"

The woman smiles. "I hope you enjoy your time in Durand, Your Highness."

It's a clear dismissal but Shouto continues to stand there and stare at the woman until she slowly returns to the weeds in the garden. Something about the way she says his title makes his skin itch. He fights the urge to fidget as he backs away and returns to his horse.

"They didn't even offer you any hospitality," his brother says.

Shouto glances back to the pair of women. "I don't think they like me very much," he says distractedly. "Natsuo, what do you know about Durand having a Queen?"

His brother's eyes narrow. "They don't."

Shouto locks eyes with the woman in the garden as he mounts his steed. "Apparently, they do now."

Kitora is shaking as she watches the Prince leave. The child prince all grown up. Like walking temptation.

“He’s trouble that one,” Mahama says in Dunish. “Pretty as my damn flowers.”

Kitora squeezes her eyes closed. “He’s coming for my kingdom Mahama. Don’t sound so fond of him.” She opens her eyes and turns to Mahama in confusion. “How, pray tell, do you know how pretty he is?”

Mahama chuckles. “He smells pretty.”

Kitora can’t help the bubble of laughter that erupts from her. “He smells pretty?”

“Like the first layer of lily white snow on my roses, like the air before a storm,” Mahama explains and Kitora can hear the smile in her voice. “Mayhaps he will not come for your kingdom. Mayhaps there are more important things to guard him from.”

Kitora’s brows furrow doubtfully as she gathers her tools.

“Your heart, Kitora.”

#princess.#a royal announcement.

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xx-hail2theking-xx · 2 years

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You're welcome Reggie.

Princess.

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And anons can be hard to tell apart in many ways. But listen to what they say, not what they look like.

Sometimes, even without being able to see them, you'll find ways to tell them apart.

Good night, princess.

꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡

Goodnight, my askers.

#Mm...#Princess.#chrono #it's a porcelain tomb - reguel

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bishopony · 2 months

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the bride and her ugly ass groom......

#mlp #art #fanart #my little pony #shining armor #princess cadance #mlp redesign #mlp redraw #alicorn #unicorn

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opt1gan · 5 months

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:)

#super mario wonder #mario #princess peach #toad #this is from a while ago but im still fond of it #i have yet to play wonder and im still very excited about it!!#my art

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komakesthings · 3 months

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I've slowly been chipping away at drawing scenes from that imaginary Muppet retelling of the Princess Bride, figured it was about time to share what I've drawn on Tumblr!

#Muppet Princess Bride #princess bride #jim henson #kermit the frog #miss piggy #as you wish #the princess bride #cary elwes #robin the frog #sweetums #pepe the king prawn #sam the eagle #uncle deadly #link hogthrob #the muppets

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hellowsallow · 2 months

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