born into royalty

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Christina, Queen of Sweden (1626-1689) became the ruler of the Nordic kingdom when she was only six years old, but only began exercising authority at 18. She quickly gained a reputation as one of the most educated women of her time, and a patron of the arts and sciences, sparking a new age of culture and knowledge in Sweden.

From her early years she was offered an education normally reserved to boys, and excelled in religion, philosophy, and eight languages other than her native Swedish. She caused controversy with her unconventional dress, pastimes generally considered masculine, and her decision to never marry. She travelled extensively through Europe, meeting with important figures, including the Pope, who held great admiration for her. She was buried in the Grotte Vaticane, only one of three women to receive this honour.

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Prince of a dynasty
Heart of a soldier

Had this on my Ipad for an eternity and decided to finish it up.
People who say Roman is Unrelatable/has no story to him basically have no imagination, that’s all.
Also I’m 720% for someone who was born into wrestling royalty but put aside his lineage and rode with common journeymen who he saw as brothers—it’s a great contrast to other dynasty children who’ve kayfabe used their family names from the start.

Why do people hate me? Because they know I have a strong will, and when convinced that a thing is right do not change my mind. Those who are afraid of me, who don’t look me in the eyes, or who are up to some wrong, never like me… But those who are good and devoted to you honestly and purely, they love me - look at the simple people and military. The good and bad clergy, it’s all so clear, and that is why it no longer hurts me as when I was younger.
—  Tsarina Alexandra writing to her husband in December 1916; Born to Rule p. 240 

So after going through the entire Kingdom Hearts series, I’ve noticed something. King Mickey was not born royalty; he married into royalty by screwing around with the world order.

Mickey originally comes from Timeless River, the “Steamboat Willie”-themed world where he’s a deckhand with a reputation for being a lazy troublemaker. Nobody mentions any kind of existing royalty in that world, and certainly nobody treats Mickey like a prince, lazy or otherwise. We see early versions of Pete, Horace Horsecollar, Clara Cluck, etc. but do you notice someone missing?

Minnie. Minnie is not from Timeless River.

Minnie is princess of the Country of the Musketeers, the “Three Musketeers”-themed world from Dream Drop Distance. We see a younger Mickey here training to be a Musketeer on princess guard duty but we know he isn’t native because he tells Sora as much. He doesn’t understand when Sora calls him “Your Majesty”. If Mickey was a prince of any kind, that title wouldn’t be weird. It’s also clear that this world is not a version of Timeless River. (Though it does have a version of Pete, which may or may not be the same Pete from the rest of the series considering he has a peg leg in Country of the Musketeers. It’s kinda hard to grow back a leg. Then again, this is a series that runs on bloodless carnage and where people regularly come back from the dead, so who knows?)

Sometime later, in Yen Sid’s tower, we see an inexperienced Mickey as the sorcerer’s apprentice. Again, Sora instinctively starts with “Your Majesty” and Mickey is confused.

By the time Birth By Sleep rolls around, Mickey is still an apprentice to Yen Sid but he’s a king now. He and Minnie rule over Disney Town during the Million Dreams Festival, which is the newer incarnation of Timeless River. And is not at all a shameless plug for Disneyland or reference to the Disney parks’ Year of a Million Dreams, up to and including Ven being given actual goddamn park tickets.

(No I will not get over the blatant self-advertising.)

Disney Town goes on to become Disney Castle from KH1 on.

So basically, Mickey pulled Minnie out of her own world and back to his, where she reigned as queen and he married her and became king. So that means that all these regal-looking pictures of mice on the walls…

…are MINNIE’S ancestors, not Mickey’s. And also, since Disney Castle was not inherited but was built during their lifetime, those little 3-circle mouse heads everywhere?

Either it’s Mickey being phenomenally narcissistic, or more likely, they’re the royal seal of MINNIE’S family.

So the worlds have to stay separated and their existences have to stay secret, right, Mick?

Unless you find a hot girl. Then you can totally bring her back to yours.

Empress Elisabeth of Austria (1864). Franz Xaver Winterhalter (German, 1805-1873). Oil on canvas.

Born into Bavarian royalty, Elisabeth (“Sisi”) married Franz Joseph at the age of sixteen. This portrait depicts her long hair as she is en déshabillé. It is one of two so-called “intimate” portraits of the empress; although its existence was kept a secret from the general public, it was the emperor’s favourite portrait of her and kept opposite his desk in his private study.

Okay, so I’m going to talk a little about AlaKou.

I haven’t actually read the chapter yet so this will be highly theoretical and based on my own observations about the characters.

I spent a lot of time shipping SinKou (and I wrote a heck of a lot of fics for them) so this will be used as a contrast to this new, and potentially amazing ship (at least in my opinion).

Keep reading

Royal Discord

Introduction



Royal Au
Arranged Marriage

Introducing the new BTS series,

In the past, people were born royal. Nowadays, royalty comes from what you do.
- Gianni Versace


I noticed him right away.

 

It wasn’t his lean figure or the graceful walk. Nor his dark brown locks that surrounded his small face like a crown. It wasn’t his dark attire that was chosen for the day. Or the accessorizes that shined under the bright lights.

It was the defeated and indifferent expression he carried with him as he chatted with an elderly couple.

“Too bad he is not the crown prince.” A voice whispered behind my back. “What a waste of such a face.”

He was wearing a black suit with golden details that matched his glowing skin. His hair was parted in the middle and the symbol of our house was attached to his collar.

“We wouldn’t be here if he were to be the next king.” I replied, now facing him completely. “I am glad you could make it.”

Fixing his bowtie he smiled and took my hands in his before dropping a curtsy.

“Everything for you my lady.”  After straightening his posture he turned to look at the family that was now gesturing us. “Would you like me to be the translator for the night?”

“I can speak their language just fine.” I answered as I started walking towards them. “But I would appreciate it greatly if you could stay close.”

The smirk his lips supported grew, making him look cynical as his snake like eyes focused on the man that was watching us curiously.

“Your wish is my command princess.”

I stopped on my tracks despise the looks everyone else was giving us. “No.” I said sternly, without turning my back. “People here act like the roles given them are what they are destined for. But one thing about me Taehyung,”

Standing tall, I put up the façade I was wearing through the night again.

“I won’t stop till I know I have it all.”

Supergirl male hero*comparison

*The word hero doesn’t actually apply to Mon El

James Olsen: Worked hard to get where he is and works hard to stay there. Has zero powers but puts himself at risk to help people because he wants to make a difference and it’s the right thing to do. Cares about Kara as a friend and has a relationship with her built on more than just attraction. Is just a swell and caring guy over all. Respects when Kara asks for space and listens to what she want. Didn’t tell Kara about being guardian but hasn’t lied to her about who he is for over 9 months. Has done nothing wrong.

Mon El: Born into privilege, royalty who did nothing to make things better,owned slaves. Doesn’t want to work, when forced to get a job beats people up for money until forced to do honest work. Becomes a “hero” to impress Kara and not because he cares about helping people. He only does fighting heroics and not saving people heroics. Doesn’t respect Kara’s wishes and refuses to listen when she tells him no. Lies to Kara to purposefully deceive her. Obnoxious frat bro at best and manipulative slave owning stalker at worst. Has done pretty much nothing right.

So why is Kara not with James?
I’m not saying it’s a racism thing but the terrible piece of garbage is white and the fans seem to like him better than the black guy who is a good person and a good boyfriend while white bread is neither

period drama meme : (1/5) historical figures : Empress Elisabeth of Austria (Sisi)  

Elisabeth of Austria (24 December 1837 – 10 September 1898) was the wife of Emperor Franz Joseph I, and thus Empress of Austria, Queen of Hungary and Queen consort of Croatia and Bohemia.

Born into Bavarian royalty, Elisabeth (Sisi) enjoyed an informal upbringing, before marrying Franz Joseph when she was 16 years old. The marriage catapulted her into the much more formal Habsburg court life, for which she was ill-prepared and which she found uncongenial. Early in the marriage she was at odds with her mother-in-law, Princess Sophie, who took over the rearing of Elisabeth’s daughters, one of whom died in infancy. The birth of a male heir Rudolf improved her standing at court, but her health suffered under the strain, and she would often visit Hungary for its more relaxed environment. She came to develop a deep kinship with Hungary, and helped to bring about the dual monarchy of Austria–Hungary in 1867.

The 1889 death of her only son Rudolf, and his mistress Mary Vetsera, in a murder–suicide tragedy at his hunting lodge at Mayerling, was a shock from which Elisabeth never recovered. She withdrew from court duties and travelled widely, unaccompanied by her family. She was obsessively concerned with maintaining her youthful figure and beauty, this obsession taking the form of, among other things, a requirement that she be sewn into her leather corsets and spending two or three hours a day on her coiffure. While travelling in Geneva in 1898, she was stabbed to death by an Italian anarchist named Luigi Lucheni who selected her because he had missed his chance to assassinate Prince Philippe, Duke of Orléans, and wanted to kill the next member of royalty that he saw. Elisabeth was the longest serving Empress-consort of Austria, at 44 years.

The Empress of China – Sentence Meme Pt. 1

  • “A tree that is taller than the forest will be blown over by the wind.”
  • “I’d rather your hands grow longer than for you to sit on them on the sideline.”
  • “For a tree to grow, the roots must be strong.”
  • “If you repay evil with kindness, how will you repay kindness?”
  • “A lowly cairen/concubine is no more important than a maid.”
  • “It’s bad enough they’re born into royalty.”
  • “The first step is the hardest.”
  • “Behind you is a bottomless abyss.”
  • “Either you reach your goal or you’ll be smashed to pieces in your fall.”
  • “You’re a cat crying over a dead mouse!”
  • “Man proposes, Heaven disposes.”
  • “No matter how well everything is planned, we still tend to lose control.”
  • “It takes good faith and strength to work with someone.”
  • “As spring turns to summer, birds have flown and flowers have withered.”
  • “Nothing great can be achieved without bloodshed.”
  • “Crying, screaming, and kicking are the tactics of a shrew.”
  • “Take your time and trash the place.”
  • “Find yourself a piece of white silk and hang yourself from the beam.”
  • “When the rain must fall and the wind must blow, what can we do?”
  • “You call yourself virtuous and moral, but you have a heart of stone!”
  • “Do you know what Heaven’s way means to a woman?”
  • “If you hurt me, I’ll return it back to you tenfold.”
  • “There’s nothing to fear when you’re against a person who is about to die.”
  • “Love is temporary, but power is forever.”

anonymous asked:

Can i ask why you like the romanovs so much? All your posts are making me curious

hmmm i think it’s because their story is both incredibly tragic and that, even though they were royals, they were just regular people who were unfortunate to be born into european royalty? reading abt their lives and the imperial court is SO interesting. there’s so many pictures, letters, and other primary source information about them that it’s almost like you know them personally……..god it’s so weird

i mostly just like the girls and alexandra. the OTMA sisters were really kind and did their best to help people and i love them a lot ;-; (it’s fkn weird i know) alexandra is a rlly iffy figure in history but i think she was a good person who just didn’t understand the political changes going on in russia at the time. nicky was sketchy as hell and i wANT to like him but i can’t because he caused so much harm and the revolution that overthrew him eventually put stalin into power and that was……rlly not good lol. he focused too much on maintaing his absolute rule instead of ummm helping the russian citizens when they were all starving n shit (then again, i know the imperial family was SUPER disconnected from regular russian society so i understand why he thought nothing was wrong and everyone was loyal to the tsar, BUT he also did stupid shit like going to war with japan with no fuckin reason and getting tons of people killed sooooo yeah 😒)

ok i’m starting to go on a rant here so i’ll just summarize and say i love the romanov kiddos a whole bunch and they really didn’t deserve what happened to them :’/ 

His Secret

He was damaged, far too damaged to be loved. Loved by y/n, she IS perfect, the definition of perfection. y/n was his princess, even if she wasn’t born of royalty, but it all comes from perspective. From every strand of hair to the toes on her feet, he considered her the best. It all started when he was walking home from school; the sky was pouring and the poncho he had on wasn’t much help because the wind. The camera was in his hand at the time and he was calmly living life. Behind him, came two other students of the same school, running because they had simply “forgotten their umbrellas at home”. As they ran past, the one ahead slipped on mud and collided with Prompto causing him to fall onto his back; his camera tumbling elsewhere. They said nothing but sorry, continuously running down the sidewalk.  “Hey, you okay?” That’s when his heart struck and broke into pieces -In a good way-. Y/n held out her hand, with the umbrella over his head to keep his glasses getting more wet.
“Uh, yeah. I’m fine.” He was hesitant to take the offer of help at first but he took it.
“My name is y/n”.

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The moment was beautiful, what else could Prompto say? She was everything to him but Prompto knew she was out of his league by hundreds and thousands. If she found out…his world will be shredded and burnt to nothing! Perhaps it wasn’t such a good idea to tell (y/n).

“Prompto, honey!” Y/n called out from the kitchen. He looked up and followed her voice. He never felt more nervous, unless you count that day when he took that picture with Cindy. On the table was one of his favorites, the Burly Bean Bowl. “I made it because you seemed stressed out–thank Ignis, he gave me the recipe.” She sat down expecting him to do the same, but to her surprise, he didn’t. Instead, Prompto made his way around the table and he took it upon himself to get on his knees, taking her hands into his; blue eyes with e/c eyes. “Hey, uhm…” was it too late to back out? He thought.
Y/n just stood there, waiting.
“You love me, right?” He asked out. Prompto mentally slapped himself, he sounded so nervous and shaky, a hundred percent out of character.
“Of course, why wouldn’t I?”
“There’s one reason.” That’s when he looked away, his eyes drawn to the white table cloth. Y/n touched Prompto’s cheek and brought his eyes back to her.
“No rea–”
“Promise, if I tell you…you won’t leave.”

At this point, Prompto began to regret wanting to tell her. Tongue gliding against his lips, he hid his gloved hands under her long skirt. The sound of the glove hitting the floor could be heard. His motto was “now or never”. Y/n leaned forward, intrigued by the suspense, nevertheless, she sat back in the chair.

Prompto raised his hand up, showing perfect view of his pale wrist. Y/n knew what it meant; she didn’t know how to react. Pink lines were just around the code. Didn’t want to admit the fact he would pick and scratch at the damned thing. “Babe, I…” cut herself off. With his other hand, he ran his fingers through his hair. That uncomfortable feeling kept swimming in his stomach, hands sweaty and his eyes pooled. “Please- don’t leave me!” So much for wanting to not cry. Y/n didn’t say anything, the only thing that escaped her mouth was a soft sigh.

 Even though she didn’t say anything, she brought his hand so it rested on her cheek. “Y/n…” Her eyes were closed now and her smile widened. That’s when it happened, Y/n tilted her head and kissed his wrist. Not once, not twice, but three times making the third one a little long exaggerating the smooching sound. “I love you, no matter what.” she mumbled, his skin still against her lips.

 “I hoped you’d say that.” Prompto replied, wiping the happy tears away. After getting up, he felt more confident, confident to be who he was and no matter what, Y/n will always be there for him. 

 “Oh no, the bowl got cold!” Prompto whined, with the spoon in his mouth. Y/n covered her mouth, hiding her smile. She could never be sad, he was a ray of sunshine for Six’s sake.

@beautiful-mischief / cont

      Iðunn offered an indelicate snort in answer to that, amused at this sudden suaveness he’d found confidence enough to reveal to her… She liked it, this playful charm; she liked how the words tripped over her tongue and colour rushed to her cheeks… She couldn’t help but marvel at the idea of it - the idea of him. That while the sky was a canvas of beautiful colour, he was happy to look at her. And no one had ever made her feel so important, not even having been born into royalty.

      Half of the country seemed to think they were a couple anyway, with the number of appearances she’d made with him. Yet, somehow, it had never truly occurred to her; he was her best friend. But it didn’t feel strange to have him this close, their lips brushing a second time as she leaned just a tiny bit closer. “There’s no law against it,” she teased in a low murmur. Carefully, she brought a hand up to his face, fingertips curiously grazing his jawline above the heavy scarf.  Looking at him then was seeing him in an entirely new light, and it elicited another endeared smile. “What do you see?”

Alexandra Feodorovna is German neither in mind nor spirit and has never been so… In her inmost being she has become entirely Russian… I have no doubt of her patriotism… Her love for Russia is deep and true. And why should she not be devoted to her adopted country which stands for everything dear to her as woman, wife, sovereign and mother?
—  Maurice Paléologue on the Tsarina of Russia and her devotion to her country; from Born to Rule (p. 239)