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STOP CENSORING YOURSELF ON THIS WEBSITE. FUCK SHIT SEX MURDER ALCOHOL DRUGS FAGGOT DYKE QUEER TRANS BITCH SLUT WHORE SEX SEX SEX SEX!!!!!!!!!!!
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Shoes in Vogue (1981) by Arthur Elgort
sometimes i wonder if im actually butch or if im a poser then i remember that sincerely the most turned on ive ever been in my entire life was the day a femme (who i always held the door for of course) was walking a few feet ahead of me, reached the doorway, then STOPPED and waited for me to open it for her like she wouldn’t be caught dead touching a door handle when i was around. like she had forgotten how to open it herself. like it would burn her if she touched it. i still think about her all the time.
i genuinely think being spoiled is the hottest thing a femme can be. this girl was seriously smart as a whip and a thousand times more competent than i could ever hope to be. she can open a damn door, but the fact that she not only LETS me make her life a little easier, but INSISTS on it? im lightheaded
the best thing about this post is seeing femmes in the tags saying stuff like like “oh ive never thought about this. i should stop being so hyper independent and let my butch take care of me” YES!!! MY EVIL PLAN IS WORKING!!!
les fleurs studio antique veil and crochet combination with embroidered pearls
its all “i’ll cater to your every whim, princess” and “i would lay down my very life for you, princess” until i want to play in the little basket on the catapult
Bunny princess thumping before hitting you with the softest and most impotent "hmpfh" ever
Shit girl, this princess war is fucked. I just saw a girl clap her hands together and say "the ten disciplines" or some similar shit, and every one around her started wearing a maid dress, had her crown explode and then started sweeping the dishes. The camera didn't even go onto her, that's how common shit like this is. My ass is casting curtsy and level 2 kissie. I think I just heard "power word:sparkle" two groups over. I gotta get the fuck outta here.
There are zero downsides to letting a fairy slip into your clothes you probably won't even notice she's in there
all of my stupid maids are the ‘step on me’ kind of perverts and not the ‘put the brat in her place’ kind of perverts so i just sigh wistfully while i halfheartedly use them as human furniture
‘brat’? ‘taming’?? how vulgar. i am neither a brat nor can i be tamed, you blithering idiot. surely the term should be ‘princess-courting’. nothing else about it needs to change though
concept: bratty, arrogant, spoiled princess who's blissfully unaware that the peasant revolution has succeeded and her position has been made entirely symbolic. the only reason she's still alive at all is because no one considered her enough of a threat to bother executing.
everyone in the country thinks she's adorable, in a pathetic sort of way, so they make sure she never figures out the truth. she's treated like a mascot, or a roadside attraction, or perhaps a particularly amusing pet. she spends most of her time at her estate, being pampered by her maids and her personal guard of knights. every once in a while, she's loaded up into a carriage and carted through the streets of town for the people to see. the crowds cheer and coo at her, and she happily smiles and waves back, thinking they're praising her for her wise and steadfast leadership. after all, what else are princesses for?
TIP: Hold the Princess button to charge your Hmph!
oh i'll hold your fucking princess button alright
Laduree face color cherry blossom “for adding a spring-like glow to the cheeks”
Princess finds a bedraggled knight wandering just outside the castle walls with no heraldry and a wilted plume (a common sign of emotional neglect in knights) and begs the queen to let her keep him. The queen warns about the dangers of adopting wild knight errants but the princess promises to take good care of him and make sure to keep him away from their domesticated knights until he’s properly adjusted. Queen finally relents once she sees his rusted kit, broken sword, and the saddest brown eyes known to man. Princess claps her hands excitedly and drags him off to the apothecary to make sure he doesn’t have worms.
knights who are tense, wound tight and spring-loaded after battle, ready to fight at a moments notice. their bodies carrying the heavy ache of their armor with stoic determination, even after the danger has passed.
there is nothing more rewarding than the noises they make as you wring that tension from the meat of their shoulders, pushing survival instinct and hard knots from taut flesh until they’re melting into the touch.
force them to remember a life outside the battlefield, one where they can surrender their pride, place their face in the sheets, and lay their safety and trust in you as you pull them apart, piece by piece
t-shirt that says ‘I’D RATHER BE DEBASING A CHASTE AND VIRTUOUS KNIGHT RIGHT NOW.’