#ROYALTY. FR

[purgatorily]

ohhhh my god

[empiredesimparte]

Uniformes de l'Empereur I

First part of Emperor Napoleon V of Francesim's uniforms. They were inspired by the two previous French empires. This uniform was worn for many imperial ceremonies, the most famous being the Emperor's wedding.

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Base Game Sims 4

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[gracebethartacc]

aster is the disney princess and asha is that other guy who is also there and helps some /j

No but I’m forever mad that when they have those marketing things of all the Disney princesses together they always give Ariel that pink dress WHEN HER DRESS IN THE KISS THE GIRL SCENE IS SO FUCKING ADORABLE HELLO IT IS SUCH A CUTE OUTFIT???? Anyway they are slaying so so hard in these fits I love them so much punches the wall

[magnificoluvr]

what if magnifico has nightmares about his land being destroyed as a kid and amaya (hc that she’s a light sleeper) is always there to calm him down/comfort him

[wacky-nameless-inventor-24]

boop!

them again, it’s been a minute <3

[shinyapocrypha-fr]

Tide Seeker

[tired-biscuit]

general!kiba opens up to you and you do the same and suddenly you’re both clingy and needy

18+ / fem!reader, royalty AU

series masterlist

imagine you suggest taking a bath together in attempt of growing closer, and he's just so awkward and clumsy when it comes to showing actual tenderness that it's almost absurd.

and he not only acts awkward, but looks like it, too. stuffed inside the wooden tub that's just been filled with hot water, he's almost too big to fit properly into the damn thing; even less when you're in there with him as well. the water splashes over the brim whenever he moves, so he's stuck there with your back resting against his chest, one arm draped over the edge of the tub, the other finding home on your stomach.

the room is illuminated by the soft glow of candles you've personally lit each and every one of before inviting him in. sitting in the tub and thinking about it now, it had been a pretty mundane task; one that had certainly taken you a long while to accomplish, considering that you previously had no desire to play with fire.

but you got there eventually. you've made the room nice and cozy - warm. the stone isn't cold, steam lazily spirals from the surface of the water and up towards the ceiling. the scent of lavender lingers in the air, creating a heavier atmosphere which he, you guess, probably doesn't even care about enough to notice in the first place.

"smells nice in here."

mildly surprised, you turn to look at him over your shoulder. it's as if he's read your mind. "really?"

one of his brows quirks at the odd question you offer as a reply. it's the left one; the one that's been split because of the godawful scar that runs along the left side of his face and which you still have to keep reminding yourself to stop gawking at. you've never asked him how he got it. you don't really plan on asking anytime soon.

"sorry, i-" you mumble, shaking your head in attempt of getting rid of the sudden timidness that washes over you under his domineering stare. "i didn't word that quite right; i just didn't think that you'd... notice."

"i've got a good nose, y'know," he explains as an answer. a second passes before he adds, "works better than most."

you've since learned that a rather large portion of his personality consists of bragging and speaking highly of himself even when there's really no need for it. and that's fine to some degree, but this statement feels different. he says it like it's a fact, unlike the usual boast.

"is that so?" you ask with just the slightest hint of playfulness. even you are surprised that you've allowed yourself the pleasure of a merry little lilt to accommodate your voice.

"yes," he says simply, reclining further against the tub. you try to ignore the way his sigh sends a shiver tumbling down your spine when it brushes over your naked skin. especially when he reaches out to trace and smooth down the goosebumps that have now formed on your stomach; just underneath the fat of your breast.

"mm," turning your head away from him, you mumble a meek, "prove it, then."

that makes him smile, but you can't see it. one corner of his mouth kicks up as he says, "the oil you rub into your skin every morning before you start your day smells like roses. i usually catch it right-" his voice drops a tone lower as his wet fingertips rise to press against your pulse point, "here."

you feel like a lamb caught in the hands of a lion whenever his touch lands anywhere on your body. it makes warmth bubble inside your belly, making you feel like you've just finished eating a rather large bowl of piping hot stew. and sure, you've experienced this exact same sensation from your own hand once or twice before being wed, but lately it's been showing up far more often. especially when he's around.

you're not entirely sure if it's the heat or the realization that makes your words come off wobbly as you mumble, "lucky guess."

and mother above, he laughs at how you behave, now. laughs! quiet and deep, the rumbling in his chest sounds like phantom thunder. "i didn't guess."

"of course you didn't." your teeth sink into your bottom lip as you look around the room. "what about that bar of soap over there? what does it smell like?"

"sage."

he's right, you've picked that exact one. "and the herbs i'm using to scent the room?"

"lavender."

"wow." water splashes, threatening to spill over the edge of the tub again as he readjusts into a more comfortable position. "your answers sound so suspiciously certain that some could call you a fraud or even a liar perhaps instead of a general."

"i can't afford to be uncertain," he says after a moment of brief silence. you can feel him grow stiff behind you whilst his fingers idly stroke the curve of your hip. "it could get me killed."

that makes you turn again. makes you look at him properly this time around.

his eyes are brown. pretty, yes, but plain. however, they are also so dark that they reflect the orange glow of the candles you've spent an eternity lighting earlier. the little flames dance whenever the melting wax disturbs them, and it's like his very irises are set ablaze each time.

surprisingly, his gaze kindles something within you, too.

"try not to die anytime soon, will you...?" eye contact doesn't seem to bother him, because he's persistent at holding it even as you add, "our union isn't even a fortnight old yet, and i've only just taken some form of liking towards you... it'd be a shame if it all went to waste."

he grins at your tease - short and quick - because it means you're finally growing comfortable in his intimidating presence, but doesn't say anything as you pick up the bar of soap and begin to rub the sage-scented suds into his tan skin. just watches.

pleasant silence settles between you as you wash him. it's intimate and sweet, not necessarily romantic but definitely an improvement when compared to your wedding night. you run your hands along the stiff cords in his neck, the broad arch of his shoulders, the rippling muscle on his arms, the chest that protects a wild-beating heart, as well as every scar in-between that serves as a reminder of his bravery and bloodshed.

the water is already half-cold by the time you release the bar and he breaks the quiet to ask, "can i tell you something?"

you're practically clinging onto him on instinct, facing him, while your hands are pressed against his chest and leeching off his body heat. the way his blood runs hot no matter the season will surely prove satisfactory by the time first snow falls and your new home gets unbearably cold. "of course."

"well, how should i put it... the truth is that i-... mm." he swallows, and you fail to hide your fascination whilst watching the way his adam's apple turns prominent and bobs inside his throat. it's amazing how different he is from you. you could study him for ages.

long seconds pass as he struggles to find the right words and you force yourself to pay attention.

"what is it that you want to say?"

he's quiet, brow still furrowed. and then: "...i'm not that keen on roses to be honest."

you blink, slowly. is he really trying to say what you think he is? "pardon?"

"i said i'm not that keen on roses... i- uh, i know you use oil instead of perfume, but... fuck," he mumbles, shaking his head. "m'sorry."

your heart flutters at the crude apology. there are butterflies in your belly. "what on earth are you sorry for?"

"i understand that you're fond of them," he starts warily, "and believe me when i say i don't want to take away even more things that you're fond of, but the scent... it really makes my head hurt."

you stare at him, wide eyed and surprised. you know that he could just take away the bottle and prohibit you from using it again, and perhaps that is what he would have done before you had managed to crawl underneath his skin with your doe eyes, never-ending kindness and graceful mannerism, but something about him asking silently; giving you a choice to do something about it instead of picking it for you, makes your heart begin to beat faster and faster. all until your pulse is practically rattling behind your teeth.

he's actually willing to give you a chance.

"then i won't use the oil anymore," you say after another breath of silence. your voice is definite; like that of a proper ruler instead of a war general's wife. because the decision is yours. only yours.

he nods, his shoulders sagging as if in relief before he wraps his arms around your smaller frame and pulls you closer. both of your bodies are slippery because of the soap, and he doesn't miss the way it makes your skin glisten, the way it makes your tits look absolutely divine even as they press against his chest.

he doesn't say thank you, but he doesn't need to. instead, his voice is a mere murmur against your ear as he cups your cheek with one callused hand and whispers, "i wish to bed you now."

you look up, heat crawling up your neck as fast as ever at the lewd request that he leaves hanging in the small space of air that is between you. but what really makes you burn, what makes your insides clench and your toes curl right there in the water, is when he adds,

"would that be all right?"

constent.

[meekinthedraw]

Hes deserves better.

[trashcannotcan]

A royal couple

I just like to think since they both were royals from their time they like to discuss the differences between their countries and how life was like.

[purplegn0mes]

Gnomeo & Juliet concept art I feel needs to be shared

(Ignore the arrows idk how to make them go away)

[oh-no-its-bird]

I have an idea for a sort of silly light novel writing project I'll probably never actually write but is fun to just think about

But like. Cultivator set up, wuxia world w a slight blending of different cultivation genres, a guy wakes up in a forest with amnesia. (Wow classic I know)

So the first few chapters he's hearing about all these big famous people who have gone missing over the years, right? And he (along with probably the reader) is like, "Heh. That could be me,,," (smugly)

But the names keep piling on, and he comes to a realization: important and unimportant cultivators alike go missing and lose their memories or whatever else at an alarming rate. He is not special. (Coughs up blood)

He probably runs into other amnesiacs more than once, and I'd have a running theme of like, he keeps bumping into main character coded characters just left and right. There's so much happening in this world, so many stories being told, he's really not special. But also he is bc hes our main character

But just like silly mostly self contained stories told from this guy just wandering around this absoloute cluster fuck of a world, often running head first into really interesting stories that are clearly like in the middle of a 5 arc novel their own

It'd probably gain a real central narrative along the way like all things inevitably do (the mystery of how he lost his memories and the fall out of what happens when he learns the truth) but for now I have fun just thinking ab his dumb adventures

As for the character himself, hes is like, obnoxiously laid back. SUPER chill, takes everything with a sigh and a smile, very lazy, takes a lot of shortcuts and goes "Ah but that's fine, right?" As everything explodes around him. If he's alive, then all is well in the world 👍

He'd cause so many problems just because and also probably have absolutely shit luck that gets him into even more problems (my favorite genre of character)

I also have like. A slowly but surley growing list of characters he'd run into like uhh [checks notes] evil lesbian mirror demon and the very angry woman she trapped in a mirror and stole the face and life of (the demon hate sex goes crazy).

And also ofc, "person trapped in a cycle of reincarnation with a curse that no matter how hard they try to be good, they will inevitably cause some great destruction or evil or plague of some kind." And just them very very desperately trying to be good even though they know it's futile

Yay!! Fun stuff

[empiredesimparte]

Official portrait of Her Imperial Majesty, Empress Charlotte of the French, on the occasion of the coronation of His Imperial Majesty, Emperor Napoleon V

The photograph was taken in the Hall of Mirrors at Versailles, by la Maison de l'Empereur. Empress Charlotte wears the ribbon of the Order of the Legion of Honor, and the ruby set of Marie-Louise, wife of Emperor Napoleon I. It was made by Nitot, founder of Chaumet, in the early 19th century.

⚜ Traduction française

Portrait officiel de Sa Majesté Impériale, l'Impératrice Charlotte des Français, à l'occasion du couronnement de Sa Majesté Impériale, l'Empereur Napoléon V.

La photographie a été réalisée dans la galerie des glaces à Versailles, par la Maison de l'Empereur. L'Impératrice porte le ruban de l'ordre de la légion d'honneur, et la parure de rubis de Marie-Louise, l'épouse de l'Empereur Napoléon Ier. Elle est réalisée par Nitot, fondateur de la maison Chaumet, au début du XIXe siècle.

[schumi-nadal]

George Russell - Monte Carlo Masters 2024 🇲🇨

George is casually stealing the show from Casper and Novak ✨👀

[thetoaddaddy]

learning how much an S rank mission pay and the average royalty/event/movie deal fees for a best selling author we can accept Jiraiya is basically a self made billionaire(or whatever it would be considered in ryo maybe a googolnaire?) but lives like a little rat with not much to his name is funny af to me. He could be petty and buy out so many businesses and basically own half of the village and create a monopoly. He could probably bribe the feudal lord(s) to swing whatever way he wanted. He could literally buy a mansion and fill it with weird over priced art, a kitchen he won’t use, a hundred mail order wives and gold diggers.

Nah. Lives the humble life. Steals money from his students and lives frugally. Bruh 😭 we gotta pen an au where he casually lays out the cash for things.

Surprises his s/o with a lofty house. Takes his s/o on an extravagant date. I’m talking like flies you to Italy for pasta type of dates(just as an example idk do they have a rich person type of run for that shit? Maybe the crescent moon island resort that could be a fun prompt). Buys out a hotel or park just for his family to occupy it. Casually spoils his s/o with very expensive things. Bro could be the end all be all of sugar daddies. The silver fox with the deep pockets. An iconic playboy shinobi hybrid that the world hath never really seen before. But he’s like nah… cheap hotels, simple clothes, and maybe spend 1% of my savings on love bar hostesses.

In his hand with all this money he could have really fucked things up but picked to live as basic as he could with no fucks about flashing the cash or being like most self made rich folk and broadcasting it. Nah he scrimps and lives so vagabond for the hell of it.

What a goblin.

[jangmi-latte]

I'm no Sebek simp but even I'm lookin at his new card 👀🥴

mf i fell in love.

[shinyapocrypha-fr]

Fae Royalty