Princess - Tumblr Posts
Last of the girls a Power Hungry Princess
for those who love Bokura no Hentai here are some keychains i made of each character !
Princess of the Castle
To The Orchard
A Day at the Castle
The Castle Door
I made a new friend at the 1st Annual Silicon Valley Comic Con- his name is Zip, and he’s now my sloth son.
Also, shout out to this lovely Cinderella cosplayer! She was so sweet, and totally on point.
I don't always draw MLP ponies, but when I do, it's for my friend http://ask-princesstwila.tumblr.com/
...why must it be a prince?
Archive #19 | copyright to saturnfairycat
Author's Note: holy shit?? It's been a while since we have seen an archive. This one is a small short that I wrote for @v-for-venus, so hope y'all enjoy!
....why must it be a prince?
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"My princess!"
A second set of foot steps echoed through the empty corridor. I stop in my tracks, glass heels clicking against each other. I close my eyes for a second, forcing myself to not turn around. Taking in a breath, I click my tongue as I shot back.
"You address me as 'Your Highness', Knight."
The footsteps halted, the slight creaking of iron was the only thing heard for a couple of seconds. I tried my best to not fidget with my hands, as it was "very unlady-like" according to other kingdoms. I couldn't deal with this right now. Why aren't they saying anything? I need to go to the meeting roo--
"So, is that what you want me to call you in bed, Your Hig-" "Enough!"
I turned around, glaring at the smirking knight. Their soft curly hair, their soft lips, their smooth skin, their beautiful eyes-- stop with the distractions. It was getting hard to ignore the rapid heartbeats I was experiencing, the blood rushing into my head making me slightly dizzy as I force myself to not give in.
"I don't have time for this, I am your Queen now, which means you're not my personal knight anymore. I don't need to associate with you all the time." "But you want to, no?"
Irritated, jealous of their boldness in such a situation-- why must they make this difficult? I walk up to them, heels swift and arm reaching out to grab at the scarf I had made them not so long ago. Thumb pressing against their cute chin while I look down at their kneeling state. Why am I so ticked off, anyway? I have always been told from ever since I could remember that I will get the prince of my dreams, and yet… I don't want to go to the meeting. The meeting is suppose to be the most important cue in my current royal life, I will be introduced to the 'love of my life', and yet…
"Listen to your heart, Princess."
I sigh, my face softens as I realise what my destiny has truly lead me to. I cannot fight it forever.
I look into their eyes, the ones I love waking up to in secrecy. My lips open in a strained relief.
"….You're my prince, the love of my life."
Knight in sheep's clothing
Archive #20 | copyright to saturnfairycat
Author's Note: this is sequel to the post from yesterday! hope you enjoy like @v-for-venus did :)
Knight in sheep's clothing
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Night of the ball, the one day that has been long awaited for by me as a child. The warm lights showering down upon those who are dancing and laughing. Groups of smartly dressed couples and nobles laughing and talking while holding glasses of champagne. Gowns of all colour-- velvet material that feels like silk when touched. Curls and pearls, bow ties and shoulder pads.
So why, in Lord’s name, am I dreading this evening?
Perhaps, it’s because I have been shooting down the idea of meeting princes there. Princes- not prince. The meeting obviously didn’t go well, I managed to convince that the lowly, egotistical, greedy man wasn’t good enough for the daughter of the Northern kingdom. Of course, in the back of my throbbing mind-- a perfect man came up as a suggestion instead. They are absolutely no man, though.
They are my prince, my perfect angel. My knight in shining armour.
But alas, who am I kidding? I could never inform my parents that I’ve fallen in love with someone that wasn’t even a nobleman. Which is why, the ball’s date was moved forward with more urgency. I must admit, I was excited to have been able to pick out my gown. Pink with diamond stars climbing their way up to the waistline, puffy with lace and silk-- ribbons tightening the package, to be sent off as a pretty present to a prince that I will never love. This present doesn’t belong to anyone’s hand, but I am willing to be unwrapped by a certain curly-haired swordsperson.
I should probably get dressed. If it was up to my maids, they would have been fussing over me-- but I’ve sent them on a wild goose chase. “But alas, I cannot even begin to change! How could I, if I can’t be in the very presence of my family’s heirloom? It’s plated with emeralds and sapphire, gold and white gold that can shine through any evil-- my mother said I should wear it to the ball! But it’s not here! You must fetch it, otherwise I will not even look at my gown or shoes.”
The panic on their face is still lingering in the back of my mind, making me smile away the frown. Demanding orders in such a commanding manner, queen material-- am I wrong? But if I have to marry in order to rule my own kingdom, then the royal blood is not for me. Even if my future spouse may be in the crowd at the ball, face covered with a mask, hidden from my judgmental eyes. I will not tolerate anyone that isn’t my true love.
Where would they be now, right this moment? Would they be on patrol? Would they be on their steed, ready to gallop into the night if I had asked?
…It seems that I have made up my mind. Ignoring my gown, I rip myself out of the “princess” dress I was currently in. Knocking over the tower of useless gifts, I swing open my closet door to ponder on what dress is best fit. I ought to impress her, they would be in shock if I were to ask them to leave with me with no such plan. Perhaps…
I’m taking too long.
I grab at the dress that has been calling out to me, while it might not be the best in terms of decency. It would be enough to distract my knight over the more obvious of things. Perhaps, it might be best to change undergarments as well, to further match the motive I am trying to get across. Annoyed by the fact that only the princes got the dress code of wearing a mask, the literal princess did not get such a dress code that matched the theme. Who planned this ball, anyway?
I need to cover my identity… My eyes tinkle at the moonlight, shining down at the rough fabric of a cloak. The cloak-- ivy green with the visual of the dark forestry from my window, had lace stitched onto the hooded area. The handwork, of course-- by my very own lover. This is perfect.
Well, I did not know what I expected.
If they were on patrol, of course other knights would be, too. You idiot! I’m cornered, I managed to circle back to the one place I did not want to go. The ball was being held in the glass houses, mainly the largest glass house. Its purpose is solely for dancing and parties, so the glass house was designed for much so. Everyone would be able to see me if I were to approach too close, but here I am-- being surrounded by knights as my back is pressed against the entrance of the ball.
“Halt! Now that you are cornered, reveal yourself!”
I swallowed hard, gritting my teeth as I was unable to see the faces of my knights as the hood did well in hiding my dignity.
“My my, I don’t think that’s how you ask a lady to show her skin now, is it?”
Smirking, I only wish to see their stunned faces. But what now, your royal majesty? You don’t need to see far to know that their footsteps are coming closer, probably pointing their spears and swords at you with much caution. What now?!
“What is the meaning of this?”
A different voice? Much mellow, yet strong in tone? I find my balance in my legs once more just before the doors open to the gates of my hell. I am greeted by someone standing next to me, though who? I can only imagine.
“My Sire, this foreign woman was seen on the grounds of her majesty the princess! We were only concerned for her safety as she might pose a threat.”
I take a step away from the stranger, only afraid of what they might do or say. He must be a prince or noble, with his confrontation, he just took a massive step forward in the game of winning the princess. I must leave before this falls deeper into chaos.
“Is that so? Well, then I must escort this lady off the grounds. I’m sure someone such as her would be too fragile to do any harm to the princess.”
Angered by his words, I didn’t stop myself in time and shot back.
“Instead of being all high and mighty, my good ol’ gentleman, how about worrying your own game? Don’t you have her highness to win over?”
He takes a step towards me, breaking the distance that I tried to create. He leans down and holds out his gloved hand.
“Oh don’t worry. I’ve already won over the princess.”
Wait a tick, this voice-
“Please step away from the threat, my good sire. Let us handle this.”
“Enough!” I saw the opening as soon as the stranger entered the situation, and as soon as the knights let their guard down I ran for my life. Heels clicking at the stoned pathway, I hear the racket of metal behind me as I looked up to the starry sky. I laughed as I was catching out of breath, I am so close to the gate, so close to freedom. They would know where to find me, there is only really one place I can go-- the big oak tree, where we had our first kiss.
They will find me there.
But what I did not expect was one of the knights going as far as aiming an arrow. It struck the end of my dress, causing me to fall and brace for impact. I close my eyes in defeat. This is it, I’ve failed. How could I be so foolish, is it so foolish to want to love and rule freely?
I reopen my eyes in shock. The feeling of silk on my hands, the feeling of warmth cupped my face, the feeling of a sword next to my shoulder. Someone had caught me when I fell. And I didn’t need to look up to know who it was.
“So it was you, you sly knight.”
You chuckled, heart beating like wildfire crackling on dry log against my ear.
“I wanted to impress you by playing as a noble, but apparently you rather played the rebel role.”
I clutched my fist into your sleeve, the smell of your cologne filled my head with love clouds and milkweed.
“Save me, oh knight~ oh my noble, they out to catch me for I am a rebel.”
You lift your sword slightly, while still embracing me.
“Right away, my princess.”
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PRINCESS
Gouache Paint & Sable Hair Brushes.
Petition for red spring studio to make a sprite for Princess because she’s a good girl and deserves it
Question: how did Ais and Princess meet?
My verdict is: until RSS says otherwise, they've been as thick as thieves since childhood❤️
(grey bg version below cut bc I'm indecisive)
Touchstarved fandom hello! How much one of y'all wanna be paid for y'all to draw AIS and puppy! Princess like this?
