Post your best historical waifu (mine, Isabel of Castile)

Post your best historical waifu (mine, Isabel of Castile)

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NO MANCILLES EL NOMBRE DE DOÑA ISABEL DE TRASTAMARA HIJO DE PUTA.ELLA COMO BUEN CASTELLANA ES PURA,AUSTERA, SANTA y SOBERBIA.NO MATERIAL PARA FANTASÍAS DE DEGENERADOS

Do you think she was as thicc as her dress implies?

...ya tardabas en salir

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There is only one acceptable answer.

nesta of wales

princesse de Lamballe

>tfw they bludgeoned her to death, hacked off her body parts, and paraded them around Paris

:3

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Sybille of Cleves is pretty waify.

Natasha, please

Sabía que algún gallego tarado iba a postear la mierda de siempre

25 year rule, she technically isn't a historical waifu yet

I was implying that the poster I responded to is Natasha.

shopped

this qt

>gallego
Me cago en la puta perra a la que llamas madre.Retira eso sudaca lame POLLAS

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Herodias

The only right answer.

kek.

Fucking commies RREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

better than monarchists

Because any woman willing to get naked in public at that time and place was probably a mink with its tail on fire in the sack.

>brushed

FTFY

rude

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Came here to post her. Loyal angry waifu a best

damn tragedy

>I'll bash u wif dat 'ere cross m8 if you don't shut ur Drevlian mouth I swear to me mum
Some nobility Samurai qt warrior wife would be great.

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fuck you. marat didn't deserve to die at the hands of that aristocratic wench

>Charlotte Corday
>aristocratic

HAHAHAHAHA

From a guard who worked at the Temple the night of her murder

>Two men were dragging by the legs a naked, headless trunk slit open to the breast, its back to the ground.

>At my right, on the end of a pike, was ahead which at the gesticulations of the bearer often touched my face. At my left another fiend, more horrible still, was holding in one hand pressed against me the entrails of the victim, and in the other a huge knife. Behind these a great coal-heaver was waving, suspended from a pike above my forehead, the fragment of a chemise soaked in blood and slime.

are you laughing in surprise? or because you think I'm wrong? if because the latter, you're wrong faggot

kys jacobin cuck

>implying country-ass down the line aristocrats were real aristocrats

T H I C C

moving the goal posts fucker. a minor aristocrat is still an aristocrat. you have no proof to the contrary.

Mata Hari

>ywn be seduced by an exotic dancer german spy

Again

>bumfuck country aristocrats
>real aristocrats

Learn the difference, peasant.

she was an uggo though

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sounds like muh true scotsman to me
napoleon was also a "minor aristocrat" kek. the fact of the matter is that corday was a girondin, but an aristocratic one.

also they could have been well off for all you know.

catarina who? that's a judith and holofernes painting by lucas cranach. he did a bunch of them over his career.
commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/Category:Paintings_of_Judith_with_the_head_of_Holofernes_by_Lucas_Cranach_the_Elder

>isabel of castille

I'd tap that

seconding

fuck commies for murdering my waifu

Dayum, punish me queeny, yes pls.

computer waifu

>german

Dutch actually

kys jacobin cuck

kek, i love this guy and his autism

"No" royalist faggot. Ill guillotine your cock off

>no grasp of basic grammar or punctuation

peasant lmao

I thought it was Caterina Sforza or at least modeled after her. Anyway, it looks cool.

4U

youtube.com/watch?v=MunFwg8qrL0

Kaiti Garmpi Greek pop singer in the 90's

youtube.com/watch?v=SriKszWIH8c

Lyrics...
Once they play us pop, the other tsifteteli
Children of Plato and Aristotle...

I agree, they're pretty cool paintings. The first one you posted was a picture taken by me that i posted in another art thread I'm pretty sure (going off the flash in the top corner). The wiki link has one without the flash

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Suenas igual como los Burlaos, Dudu y Charflex, jaja!

Since I first read her diary in 1960, I have fantasized about anally penetrating Anne Frank while she gives birth hiding in an abandoned windmill the Dutch countryside. Holding onto her belly as it contorts and expands with each contraction. Grabbing her jiggling and milk squirting breasts. Feeling as the baby slowly empties from her womb. Thrusting in and out of her as her screaming intensifies. Feeling the head with my testicles and the bottom of my dick as it crowns. Busting my load as she makes the final push, coating her ass and the baby in my semen. Holding her and the baby in my arms as she sleeps, exhausted from the agony of birth and the pleasure of the creampie I left inside of her. While she enjoys her well-earned rest, I silently watch the lonely tulip fields and moonlit canals for signs of Nazi patrols.

You should make a concept album about it.

I am genuinely in love with Anne Frank. She was beautiful, witty, and graceful young woman who light was snuffed out far too early.

I fantasize about being Peter van Pels hiding with her.

Oh god, just imagine deflowering that sweet girl on a lazy Amsterdam afternoon, lying and learn what each other's bodies were for.

Now imagine nine months later, she's got a massive bulging stomach from carrying your child inside of her and it seems like she’s gonna pop any moment now. Her popped belly button makes it look like she's got a giant third boob where her stomach once was. She waddles around and can barely move half of the time. She's developed an insatiable craving for your dick and you've likewise developed a taste for her pussy. You’re both cooped up in an attic all day have nothing better to do besides fuck like an unsustainable third world population. You lie down on your back, she strips off her almost comically too small clothes and kneels on top of you. She grabs a hold of your rock hard cock, inserts it deep inside of her, and begins to ride you like a stallion. You feel the pressure from her incredible weight and huge round belly bearing down on you but the indescribable pleasure of her tight pussy throbbing on you cock negates any discomfort. You sink into her beautiful soul, into that secret place where no one dares to go. After 30 minutes, you and her are both moaning with ever greater intensity, you know it won't be long now. Suddenly, you feel your cock shaking like a V-2 rocket and the orgasm reaches it's climax as your cum literally explodes like an 88mm AT round inside her Sherman tank, blowing the turret right off. You and her both join as one, souls screaming from the sheer ecstasy. As the elation wears off, she lies next to you. Too exhausted to do anything else, you simply hold her in your embrace. In that moment, there is no family squabbles, no Nazis, no war. Just you and her, watching the sky turn pink with the setting sun.

You dream of the beautiful face you have found in this place. So soft and sweet.

One day you will both die and your ashes will fly from an aeroplane over the sea.
But for now you are young and all you want is lay in the sun, and count every beautiful thing you can see. Love to be in the arms of all you’re keeping here with you.

What a beautiful dream that could flash on the screen in a blink of an eye

Suddenly, you awaken from your slumber to the sound of a bloodcurdling scream. You open your eyes to darkness, it takes a split second for your vision to readjust. You feel lonely and cold. Another shriek knocks you back into reality. Anne sitting next to you, clutching her belly, face contorted from pain. A foul smelling fluid lies pooled on the floor around her mid-section. Your hot dirty fuckfest has brought on labor. she cries your name, begging for help, begging for you. The noise. She’s louder than a line of Louisiana Tigers giving the Rebel Yell right now. You raise your finger to your lips to tell her to be quiet. But the agony is too much for her to bear. You’ve got to do something or else it will awaken the entire neighborhood and with it, the Nazis. Suddenly you remember the bulge in your pants. You’ve got morning wood. It’s not the best gag, but it will have to do. You stand up, squat like a slav, using her belly as an impromptu stool, grab your still cum-crusted cock, and shove it right inside her mouth. At first, she tries to scream even louder in surprise, but your circumcised 100% Kosher dong blocks her windpipe, reducing her screams to a barely audible gurgle. Suffering from unbearable pain, she bites down on her your meat with each contraction. Now you’e in pain too. With each contraction, she bites down harder, it feels like she’s gonna tear your cock right off. Eventually, the pain subsides for her and she doesn’t bite down as much. Now it seems almost as if she’s starting to enjoy it. You can feel your child kick on your testicles. Clearly it’s excited too. Suddenly, your cock starts to shake like a V-2 again, you pull it out of her mouth just in time. You bust your steaming hot and sticky load, blanketing her like an incendiary carpetbombing of Dresden. Semen stains her mountaintops (all three of them), along with her hair and most of her face. She quietly giggles from the ironic amusement of it all. You giggle too

Then a look of sharp pain shoot across her face. She’s having your baby. You wish you could bear all the pain for her, but all you can do is sit and watch. You look down at her vulva, still oozing with cum from that great fucking you gave her a few hours ago. You can see a head of black hair poking out. You fear that she’s gonna start screaming again, much to your relief, it seems that she’s gotten better control of the pain, thanks to you. She begins to softly moan, it seems as if instead of experiencing excruciating agony, she’s experiencing an orgasm. You can’t help but grin as she keeps pushing. As more of the head becomes visible, her moaning intensifies. Finally a small head emerges from her vagina. You can see a face wrapped in an umbilical cord. A small pair of hands grab the head, she weakly tries to pull the head out. You put your hands around the head and begin to help her pull. Desperately, she goes into the next contraction with all of her energy, and pushed with everything inside of her. She feels everything. She feels shoulders and hips and feet all slide down inside of her and pop out in one long push, with a rush of fluid behind it, and it feels amazing. She throws her head back with a rip-roaring orgasm that penetrates the very heart of her soul.

You look at the newborn now lying on the floor and see that it is a boy. You have a son. Perfect, perfect in every way. He begins to stir and you realize he’s about to cry. After all that’s happened, you don’t to given away to the Germans from the wails of a newborn. You gently lift him up and place him on Anne’s semen stained mountaintops. The baby quickly finds the breast is soon sucking happily. Semen, blood, amniotic fluid, breastmilk all mix and fill the air with a strange scent that while repulsive, is also extremely arousing. You can’t resist the urge anymore. Your mouth land on top of Anne’s opposite breast, sucking first your own cum, but then her tasty milk. You look into her eyes, she’s somewhat annoyed, but too exhaust to really care. A gust of wind coming from a hole in the wall blows through, cooling both of your sweat-drenched bodies, but also disturbing the little one. You’re afraid he’ll start shivering. You look around the dusty attic for something to keep the baby warm. You settle on Anne’s fur winter jacket, having sat unused for the past two years. You know Anne will definitely not be happy that you ruined her favorite coat, but it’s for the best. She hasn’t been able to fit in it for the past nine months anyway. You carefully wrap your little one in the coat and hand him to an exhausted Anne, she continues to quietly feed him. You notice the dead silence for the first time, not even the other occupants of the Annex, mere feet away in the next room, were roused. You feel a sense of relief. You’re safe, for the moment at least. Eventually you curl up next to her quietly and begin to doze off. Your secret sleeps in winter clothes. Tomorrow, you can find a way to explain the night’s events to your parents and hope they don’t kill each other. You can somehow find a way to get your little bundle of joy to safety. But tonight, you just rest, your first night as a family.

Oh god, just thinking about this is making me rock hard. The hardest I’ve ever gotten. Oh, I think I’m gonna… I’m gonna-

*Cums in Diary*

immersion is impossible here. you know they lived in super cramped quarters divided by their relatives by extremely thin walls? this isn't worthy masturbating to desu

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