i shall be a princess

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c3 zelink (legend of zelda lmao) for the drawing thing if you're still doing it :-))

My tablet’s busted, so had to whip out the old pencil-paper method. I’m not very familiar with Legend of Zelda, hope i did some justice, and that you like it!

History Meme: 7 couples (1/7)
Hans Hermann von Katte & Frederick the Great

The story of Hans and Frederick is perhaps one of the most tragic historical love stories of all time. Hans was a nobleman from birth, coming from a long line of aristocratic military men, but even then he wasn’t high enough on the social ranks to be associating  with the likes of the royal family. However, this hardly stopped the crown prince, Frederick, from getting to know and befriending him. It is unclear when the two first met, but it is said that when he and the prince attended the same private mathematics and mechanics class, the two became fast friends. Wilhelmine, Frederick’s older sister, frequently admonished her brother for acquainting himself with those who were ‘below them’. This did nothing to change Frederick’s mind about the young lieutenant that had caught his fancy. Together the two boys shared a love for poetry, the flute and the French language. Based on their letters to one another, it can be inferred that they both spoke in French between them. As the years went on, Hans became the prince’s close confidant as well as his protector. In fact, the lieutenant was known to have stood guard while the prince practiced playing his instrument so that he wouldn’t get punished for it if someone were to find out and tell the King. The closeness of the pair didn’t escape the attention of the Prussian court and for a while it was wildly speculated that they were in fact, lovers. Some even said that they “behaved like a master and a mistress” when they were together.
In 1730, Frederick trusted Hans enough to tell him about his plan to run to Britain to escape his father’s abuse. Hans, although he understood his beloved’s reasons, did not support the idea of the crown prince abandoning his country and did all that he could to convince Frederick that there was another way. During this time, Hans was the only person Frederick trusted to deliver correspondence between him and his sister so Hans frequently visited the princess. Wilhelmine, who wasn’t at all fond of Hans, accused him of poisoning her brother’s mind with ideas of escaping, to which Hans replied: “As long as I am with that beloved prince, I shall prevent his executing his designs,”. When the princess heard this, she told the lieutenant that he was putting his life on the line even if he opposed to her brother’s plans. Hans simply answered: “If I lose my head, it will be in a good cause. But the prince will not forsake me,”. In the end, Hans supported Frederick’s decision to leave. Together the two of them, along with their dear friend Keith, plotted to leave at separate times and meet up at the town of Leipzic so they could go over to England. The night the prince was scheduled to leave, he wrote to his beloved: “I am off, my dear Katte. My precautions are well taken, so I have nothing to fear. I shall go through Leipzic,  where I shall pass myself for the marquis d'Ambreville. I have already sent word to Keith, who is to go straight to England. Lose no time, for I expect to meet you at Leipzic. Adeiu! Be of good cheer,” Unfortunately, Hans was held up at a town and was caught before he could make his escape. Frederick had a good head start, but he too was captured and the both of them were thrown into prison, accused of treason. Both of them were interrogated roughly and subjected to prisoner-like living conditions for months. Although Hans confessed to being an accomplice of Frederick, he defended his beloved’s decision and never once mentioned that Wilhelmine was a part of their plans. Frederick was said to have given the guards nothing but haughty, harsh and insulting answers, refusing to subject himself to his father’s will. When he did say his side of the story, his alibi lined up perfectly with Katte’s. Frederick William, the prince’s father, was so outraged that he wanted to put his son to death. However, the Holy Roman Emperor opposed to this idea since Frederick is the crown prince and the heir to the Prussian crown. He turned all of his anger towards the unfortunate Hans, who was only initially sentenced with life imprisonment. His executioner refused the command twice and even apologized to Hans when he was sent to escort him to the execution site. The young lieutenant smiled and replied: “I die for a prince whom I love, and I have the consolation to give him, by my death, the strongest proof of attachment that can be required. I do not regret the world,”. Frederick in the meantime was brought to an apartment with a view of the execution stand. He thought that he was going to be executed, but the knowledge that Katte was safe gave him a little comfort. In the morning, the prince was awakened and was forced to look out the window where his love was standing at the scaffold. Frederick attempted to to throw himself out the window, but was held back by the guards. “Delay the execution!” the prince screamed, “I am ready to renounce my right to the crown if his majesty will pardon Katte!” then turning to Hans, Frederick switched to speaking French and said: “Please forgive me, my dear Katte, in God’s name, forgive me!” Hans had nothing but a smile when he called back, “If I had a thousand lives, I would sacrifice them all for you. There is nothing to forgive, I die for you with joy in my heart!” Before the axe hit Hans’ neck, Frederick had already fainted away. After he awoke, the prince became so ill that his life was in danger for three consecutive days. He was ravaged by hallucinations and nightmares and even refused to take any medicine. Frederick calmed down, however, when he was told that his mother and sister would die if he did. Days later, when the prince was in a better state of health, guards came by to ask him to write a letter resigning himself to his father’s will. At first, the prince refused but, feeling like he had nothing to fight for, he eventually stopped fighting and gave in. Wilhelmine mentioned in her memoir that for weeks, her brother insisted on wearing the brown coat that he was given as a prisoner until it was battered and torn, because it was similar to the one Katte wore when he was killed. Frederick remained in a state of depression for quite some time until he shook himself out of it and never spoke of Hans ever again. Through his life, he never fell romantically for any other man or woman nor did he participate in any kind of sexual activity. (All quotes were taken from Wilhelmine’s memoirs)

Jack Falahee as Hans von Katte Toby Regbo as Frederick the Great
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“don’t act like you don’t want me, sweetheart. this game is getting boring.” 

fuckboy!isaac ft. stiles, college au 

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When I was younger and played OOT I shipped these two for no reason. I kinda still do but i’ll definitely put this ship in my unpopular and odd ships. 

Esmeryl did not let the eyes that bore into her soul falter her steps in the slightest. 

Let them stare

She walked toward the coliseum as the Princess Knight, and had faced far worse and more devastating odds than jeering looks from the gazes of her oppressors. They were only sheep, and she would pay no mind to the voice of the masses. 

No. Her one focus was to beat the last gladiator who stood before her. He was the opposing nation’s strongest and finest warrior - a real savage in the ring. Twice her size and weight, but she’d seen him fight before and she was not frightened. 

Size didn’t determine anything. Strength alone was never enough in combat, not when your opponent was wise, swift, and had strength all her own. 

The crowd howled as she came into the arena, and Jeroff the Gorger - her opponent - jeered louder than the rest and through up his arms for applause. Esmeryl did no such thing and continued forth with unhurried steps, sword at her side. 

He watched her approach, laughter booming from his large mouth. He was open for every angle - a large armor-less gorilla. 

I am Esmeryl, the Princess Knight… But from today onward… I shall be known by another title. 

It was almost comical, the way her blade moved with ease and without warning. The way Jeroff’s expression turned baffled and a line of red appeared on his thick trunked neck. A sweeping violent hush fell over the coliseum. 

The only sound that followed was the sound of Gorge’s knees hitting the dirt, then the thunk of something heavy landing at her feet before Jeroff’s headless body listed to the ground. She held up her bloody blade, expression one of stone. 

I am Esmeryl, and from now on… I am the Princess Champion. 


Chapter One
Björn Ironside X Reader

Your father, King Ecbert of Wessex, hadn’t told you about the arrival of the Viking Ragnar Lothbrok to the castle. But then again, he never told you anything, believing that you were as unimportant as the servants. He hadn’t cared for your mother either. Always more of a fan of your sister in law Judith, they’d lain together multiple times and you couldn’t understand how your brother was alright with it. But as soon as your mother died he payed less attention to you and didn’t even really acknowledge your existence. As soon as he started having meetings with Ragnar Lothbrok, he got Athelstan to teach you Norse, but no one told you why. If you had then you wouldn’t have done it. You learnt languages quickly because you had nothing else to do. So you were now fluent in Norse but had no idea what words were specific to their culture.

A few months after their first meetings, you were invited into the throne room. Greeted by the same bright blue eyes of the Viking. He looked at you carefully and now you could see a tall blonde man behind him, along with the usual entourage that came with him. Your father beckoned you over and after a side glare at him, you walked over to him.

“This is my daughter, Princess Y/n.” Your father smiled and you saw the blonde boy fidget slightly.

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Princess Emma “I may be a Princess, but I shall not ruin my hair and I am unafraid of ticks.” Swan

Emma “The entire kingdom may be looking for me, but I’m not going to make any attempts to hide my face.” Swan

Emma “God, she still likes the hood guy.” Swan

Emma “Regina, Regina! Look what I’m wearing!” Swan

…because Emma is totally not jealous and she totally didn’t put on her hood in the first scene after Robin Hood’s return for no reason, what are you talking about?



Viktor is a S rank hero with ice magic and one other thing im too tired to think of. Yuuri is a B hero and looks up to Viktor Very Much. Technically Yuuri can go be promoted but he never ever takes credit for his shit? He’s like a reverse King. King’s role is not filled by JJ whom i love dearly just to set things straight.

Anyway, Yuuri’s just… there. Protecting his small neighborhood and sometimes the next town over. Phichit controls ??? but it’s useful and he’s an A rank. Phichit has been Trying to make Yuuri claim credit for his own work because once he does, he can literally shoot up to A rank! But Yuuri is a Nervous Bean with imposter syndrome so.

So one day Yuuri’s dog Vicchan dies. He’s very sad. There’s a rare gathering where high A rank heroes and S rank heroes get to attend and Phichit brings Yuuri along as a plus one. Yuuri, true to his Yuuri Ways, proceeds to get epically smashed and sweeps Viktor Nikiforov off his feet in a fabulous show of both graceful dance and amazingly beautiful ice ability wielding. He says to Viktor that he wants to be Viktor’s hero and, as per usual, gets drunken amnesia the very next day.

Viktor, who is a Cool Hero having a crisis bc he doesn’t feel his work is inspiring him anymore and it feels like a chore, who doesn’t get adrenaline rushes when fighting monsters, who just feels so damn tired and really /doesn’t/ want to be the hero, is smitten. Lovestruck. He starts including Yuuri’s town/neighborhood thing in his little patrols and waves at everyone (Yuuri, he waves at Yuuri) but never really gets the courage to approach Yuuri who is marvellously ignoring his existence (out of anxiety, of course).

And then one day when Viktor is off-duty and wearing this hoodie and beanie and sunglasses (overkill, yes i know. But this is viktor.) some monster attacks. First victim happens to be Viktor. Just as Viktor is about to tear off his disguise and stuff. Well, actually he did tear off his disguise and was about to Fight, Yuuti swooped in and saved him and I shall include a nice princess carry somewhere in that scene.

Anyway, Yuuri fulfils his promise and such and Viktor is dokidoki and Yuuri drops Viktor flat on his ass when he realises just who he is princess carrying. Too late. Viktor has moved into the neighborhood and is now Yuuri’s neighbour.

Im too tired to think up any more at the moment but this WILL be continued

Princess Mononoke {Sentence Starters}

  • “Shall I stop him?“
  • “I’m not afraid to die.”
  • “Respect? What’s that?“
  • “Ugh, I smell like a human.“
  • “What exactly are you here for?“
  • “That was it? They weren’t so big.“
  • “What do you think you’re doing, boy?“
  • “Why did you stop me from killing her?“
  • “Well, I give up. Can’t win against fools.“
  • “I didn’t want them to kill you. That’s why.“
  • “Stay your hand. The girl’s life is now mine.“
  • “Sometimes, I think the gods are laughing at us.”
  • “Listen to me, please, don’t throw your life away!“
  • “There’s a demon inside you. It’s inside both of you.”
  • “Well, they say that happy women make a happy village.“
  • “It doesn’t hurt anymore. It’s healed! —- OW! No, it’s still broken.“
  • “When you’re going to kill a god, let someone else do your dirty work.“
  • “So, you say you’re under a curse? So what? So’s the whole damn world.”
  • “You cannot change fate. However, you can rise to meet it, if you so choose.“
  • “You mean so much to me, but I can’t forgive the humans for what they’ve done.”
  • “Life is suffering. It is hard. The world is cursed. But still, you find reasons to keep living.”
  • “Now watch closely, everyone. I’m going to show you how to kill a god. A god of life and death. The trick is not to fear him.“
Guinea Chat: Official Taste Tester

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“CHAT NOIR!” The sudden call reverberating off of the brick and metalwork of the Parisian rooftops made Chat Noir fumble in midair before catching himself. Perplexed, he looked around frantically while trying to calm his racing heart to a less adrenaline-induced state. He finally spotted his friend, Marinette, waving her arms like a lunatic with a beaming grin. Hoisting himself to a positon where he could launch himself over, he landed with a light tap just on the inside of the railing and bowed with a grin.

“To what do I owe the pleasure and terror, Princess?” He grinned teasingly.

“I need a guinea cat,” she answered, steepling her hands with a strange look in her eyes behind them. “My parents wouldn’t work and it’s too late at night to call any of my friends and I just can’t wait until tomorrow to do this and-” Marinette broke for breath “-help me, Chat Noir Kenobi. You’re my only hope.”

Chat Noir burst out laughing. “How can I say no, Princess?!” he gasped out, hands on his knees.

She gave another beaming grin and did a fist pump. “Yessss,“she hissed lowly "stay here, I’m gonna go get it.” She hopped down to her room below while Chat evened out his breathing. Not long after Chat’s breathing had returned to normal for the second time in only a few minutes (so many emotions in one day, what would his father say?) Marinette returned, placing a tray of different colored cupcakes on the balcony before pulling herself through the skylight. Bringing the tray over to her guinea cat, she explained “I wanted to try making a new cupcake recipe to share with my friends at school. But I don’t want to make too many different flavors, so…” she thrust the tray closer to Chat’s watering mouth. You’ll probably need the extra calories jumping around those rooftops, right?“

Chat Noir grinned as he chose a cupcake. "I shall try to be a good guinea cat for you, Princess. What’s this one?” He asked, holding up his chosen treat.

“That one should be… chocolate with a matcha buttercream icing and a raspberry cream cheese filling.”

So it went, Chat would pick up a cupcake and Marinette would tell him what was in it before he took a bite.

“I think I’ll be rolling across Parisian rooftops rather than jumping across them, Princess,” he whined good-naturedly. “How did you come up with so many weird - but tasty - combos?! Some of those cupcakes finally made me understand the reactions to food in Shokugeki no Soma!”

She giggled and blushed at his earnest compliments. “I saw a lot of recipes online and requests over the years to develop some ideas of tweaks that might work. It makes me glad that most of them did seem to work out! So which ones did you like the best?” She asked excitedly.

“If I tell you, can I get some more the next time I’m patrolling?” He gave her a wicked grin.

“Maybe you won’t get to try any of the next batch if you don’t tell me.” Marinette deadpanned, the corners of her mouth lifting as Chat Noir panicked.

“No, no! I’ll tell you! The first one - chocolate/matcha/raspberry? - the vanilla/bergamot…? whatever one, the cinnamon/gingerbread thing from Christmas HEAVEN, and that-that flower one!”

Marinette breathed out a relieved sigh. “That flower cupcake was the hardest one to get right” she confessed. “But worth it if you think it’s one of the best 4!” She thrust both hands skyward in triumph. “If everything goes well at school with those flavors, you may just get some more to taste test, M. Noir.”

Chat groaned from his spot on her balcony chair. “My brain and stomach say ‘no’ but my heart and taste buds scream ‘YYYYEEEEESSSSS’” Chat made his voice as demonic sounding as possible.

Marinette giggled from behind her hands that failed to stifle the noise as Chat chuckled at her reaction. “I thank you and your stomach for your great sacrifice” she made her voice ridiculously regal sounding “I apologize for any inconvenience my request may have caused you… and your suit. As this is a school night, I must beg you to make haste home. Though not at the expense of some poor pedestrian below, I pray.”

“Your highness,” Chat played along, forcing himself to his feet “although the pain in my heart at leaving thee tonight is greater than even the pain in my poor, blissful stomach, I will do as begged. For the chance to eat such delicacies is worth any pain to my weakling stomach.” He stepped away with an overly dramatic bow before leaping away carefully, Marinette’s laughs following him through the air where her shout had bounced around earlier that night.


So many Marichat fics start with “Chat Noir?” And/or “what are you doing here?” In some form or variation. That didn’t seem to fit with them, so I wanted to try something else. I came up with the flavor combinations. The vanilla/bergamot is supposed to be a London Fog as a cupcake. I’ve heard of combining chocolate and matcha, but wondered about them with raspberry (idk, it sounds good to me). And there’s a bakery in France known for their flower cupcakes, so there’s that. (I think it’s in Nice, maybe?) (If anyone knows what bakery I’m talking about, I would appreciate the name and location so I can edit this note with it!)

If people would like a continuation, I’d be happy to. It’s just a toss up on whether Adrien reveals himself when she starts bringing cupcakes to class or if they get through more of these taste tests first.