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beiasluv · 4 months

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yes, and? | f1 d!lfs

a/n: Ariana popped tf off with that house music, but ngl I have mixed feelings abt her allegations. don’t be a homewrecker bitches 😘

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aussiegrit Ride a Porsche, save a horse…😆 yourinsta

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fernandoalo_official nice caption 🙌🤣

aussiegrit got a smart gal 😊😂

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username mark and yn are weird. prove me wrong.

username don’t be a hater if she’s having fun

username having sex with someone’s husband is fun?

username ain’t no one saying that yet

username if I see a dilf using the laughing emoji unironically again I will combust

username then I’ve got good news for you..

username ICONIC QUEEN SHITT

username Honestly get that bag gurlll

username Yn is a grown woman, should’ve known not to mingle with an older man

username is it so depressing to see a successful young woman having a fun time?

yourinsta

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yourinsta ride or die (literally) 😙

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jensonbutton careful love

yourinsta will do 🤭

username hang out with people your age

username stay mad, go touch some grass

landonorris we literally drive fast car for life 💀

yourinsta I KNOW 😭😭

yourinsta when are you visiting 😔

landonorris soonn

username ERM Where.

sebastianvettel glad you had fun schatz

yourinsta anytimee 🫶

username sebastian went skiing and no fucking picture. I’m devastated.

username what exactly are you riding 🤭

username she slayed for that

username DONT TAKE TREACHEROUS ROADS

username DONT MAKE UNNECESSARILY JOURNIES

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jensonbutton off seasonal things 🤣.

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yourinsta slow your horses on drinking mr button

jensonbutton will do love 😉

yourinsta I’ll keep an eye on that.

username taking care of her old man You go girlll

username was this the Santa hat he got from Fernando 😭😭

username it’s also likely that one of them gifted the whiskey as well

username nobody can stop yn and her dilfs on this summer break

username HELL YEAH

username not complaining for the lack of content from the current grid (except Ms gurl herself)

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yourinsta I have no more storage 😔

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sebastianvettel sorry schatz ❤️

yourinsta I maybee forgive you

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username she got them down bad and you mad??

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yourinsta I SWEAR IT’S THEMM

yourinsta my selfies ate 🤭

username PERIODDD

username get yourself sweaty old dilfss

jensonbutton deleting is not an option love

aussiegrit buying a new one is

username OH???

username be my sugar daddy please 😩🙏

username Oscar and mick basically cringing at their father figure

username Respect the original rizz gurll

username Sebastian was and still is the original rizz, ask yn 😘

username kimi what are you doing hereeee

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f1gossips Ricciardo, Vettel, Button, Alonso, and Ln spotted in a holiday in Ibiza, Spain. More attendants to be confirmed.

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username honestly it’s kinda weird that she keeps on hanging out with the older grid while she is literally a Mercedes driver?

username and what’s wrong with hanging out with people outside the current grid

username idk seems kinda weird to me, older men..

username if she’s getting that bag I respect her cause why tf not?

username homewrecker much?

username desperate much?

username homewrekcerr so coquette 🎀

username you guys don’t get it (I GET HERR)

username Spain… so is Carlos joining??

username and Lando’s comment??

username I swear they need to show tf up

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yourinsta told you my selfies ate 😘

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aussiegrit beautiful sunshine ❤️

yourinsta wish you were heree

aussiegrit I’ll definitely see you soon honey

username never let mark know what a dm is so I can keep reading their texts

username if you look closely into the background you can see me drowning in my tears

username omg same!! twinss

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yourinsta no?? why would I do that

username why are they so siblings 😭

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sebastianvettel trip dump or whatever the kids say?

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yourinsta correcto

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username get away from my mann 😘😘

username ngl you got me in the first half

username can the summer break be longer 😭😩

username I miss the dilf trip already. I have nothing to look forward to anymore

username how to…be…a dog ✍️

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f1gossips Mark Webber and David Coulhart spotted at the Porsche convention, Melbourne, Australia. Lando Norris confirmed in joining the Ibiza trip last week as seen with a fan at a restaurant

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username i know exactly what you are doing by putting mark in this

username so was it Mark??? 🤭🤭

username Mark please comeback 😭

username come back the kids miss you 😩

username so was it true that she fucked one of them?

username WHAT? WHO WHERE WHEN

username it was rumor but idk guessed it would’ve spiraled at the trip

username had a feeling that it was Sebastian 🤷‍♀️

username SAMEE TWINSS

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yourinsta yes, and?

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username OMF MISS QUEENNN

username QUEEN SHIT BITCH

username ITS CONFIRMEDD

username so can I call her ariana now? 💀💀

yall know the drill, interact if you liked it😘😘 let me know who’s your favorite f1 dilf

today’s a great day to take care of yourself!!

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koiiiiijiii · 2 months

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i accidentally posted this without any text, that’s why im reuploading it, like this, sorry!!

so, sure bby!! will try to figure out something for them

also i think this part ideally fits with latest chapters, bc it was mostly about sabbath!! and wb fandom is finally knowns Joker real name Hajun…so cute!!

you know what else is cute? my bday today😤😤

☾ all characters aged up ☾

*ੈ✩‧₊ sabbath & monster crew nasty/perverted habits pt.2🍐 🐇🧴

COQUETTE!Joker/Hajun

hardly sure that joker shyly would ask you to wear some bows and lace, he definitely have thing for coquette, fight me. seeing you under him, wearing cute skirt, or pink top with open neck and collarbone with lace collar, mix it and add some snow white leg warmers? don’t even think about opportunity to walk next morning.

JERK OFF!Hyeok

mentioned in my really first headcanons that hyeok is pervert who jerk off on random girls who he saw on street, if he found them hot, like bitch do this by memory (he is too lazy to search some porn to turn himself on) so he have good imagination. when he saw you in league of street, wearing your sport uniform he was so grateful that he didn’t participate in competitions that day, his pants felt too tight suddenly.

EXHIBITIONIST!Wooin

wooin is up to everything. like everything. but his dirty secret? to fuck you when someone watches, like a boy/girl from your uni who had a crush on you. maybe share you with someone too (someone white or red haired preferably)

KNISMOLAGNIA!Monster/Deokbong

he can’t control himself when your touch is even a little bit feels like a tickle. it may seem strange, but he is very sensitive in certain places, for example in his back, and when you haven't dated yet, but were just friends, it was so hard for him to restrain himself when you hugged him and stroked his back... poor boy was immediately turned on.

FOOT FETISH!Gyuchan

do i even need to explain? gyuchan fascinated by your legs and foot, bonus points if you doing sport connected to extra load to legs, so firstly he would use massage for your legs as an excuse to touch it and feel. secondly you found yourself mostly in positions in sex where your legs are close to his face, like for example they laying on his shoulders and he stroking and kissing your ankles. when you had a talk he admitted that he had a foot fetish and honestly he was so ready for some jokes about foot fetishists.

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aeomianamoure · 1 month

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— emo txt as ghostface headcanons!

warnings <3: !smut, cursing, yandere txt (they’re dark and toxic), death, gore, !coquette reader, emo txt, ddlg, !!size difference!!, (reader is in college), crybaby reader ):

a/n <3: i wasn’t expecting that much likes on my first post ! ty ty ily guys sm :€ lemme know if i should make a taglist too !! n don’t be shy to leave requests !! hope u guys enjoy !!

ghostface txt! who would insist on watching all six of the scream films together, they’re absolutely obsessed with the gore and the ghostface reveals in the ending of each film. “see that babe? see how jill almost got away with it? all she had to do was make sure old sydney was dead dumb bitch”

ghostface txt! who loves to see you scared, “daddy? did you see that ghostface is back in town? im really scared” you’d whimper cuddling deeper into your boyfriends chest for comfort “what if he kills us next?” you’d tear up worrying making them laugh at you, “you’d really think i’d let them touch even a hair on your little head baby? if anything i’d die for you and give myself up as sacrifice wait no i’d kill ghostface for you” they’d coo at your eyes softening before teasing you again, “that only applies if you’re a good girl for me though otherwise i’ll let ghostface slit your throat” and you immediately burst into tears

ghostface txt! who loves making you cry “n-no more mister ghostface please!” you’d sob hysterically as you continue to lay under your bed taking the older man’s rough assault against your pretty pussy. you were ashamed of how your failed attempt of hiding from the infamous killer resulted in your getting fucked from behind, that and the fact that a man other than your boyfriend was using your body or so you thought “shh what did i say hm? you tell me to stop one more time princess and i kill you and your boyfriend” they’d laugh menacingly at your pleas before you blabber a ‘im sorry sir’ praying to god that your boyfriend wouldn’t find out about you basically “cheating” on him

ghostface txt! would purposely torment you and then gaslight you about it “i dunno i felt like i was being watched last night when i was sleeping it was really weird” you’d frown as your boyfriend bounced you on their knee “oh? are you sure babe? i think maybe we need to stop watching those scream movies so much seems to me you’re getting paranoid” they’d pet your hair as you nod pouting deeper

ghostface txt! who would kill anyone your friends with at school staging it as accidents/suicide and being there to comfort you through it all, “she was my bestfriend!” you’d sob at the reminder of your friend from your classes passing on as your boyfriend faux frowned at you shushing your cries as they held you in their arms

ghostface txt! who would laugh as you finally figure out who ghostface really was, “how’d you catch on?” they’d faux coo at your face as more tears flow down your face you’d whine at the harsh thrust of their cock going in and out of your pussy “catch on?” they’d grin like a cheshire cat at your response, “you’ve been flinching everytime i go near you i know you know something” you’d gasp softly as your felt your gummy walls being filled by your boyfriends cum “i found your ghostface mask under your bed” you’d hiccup “im sorry for not saying anything i was just scared you’d get mad” you’d sniffle as you finally cummed your little legs giving out

#coquette #emo boyfriend #emo x coquette #txt x reader #angelina’s garden ♡!#txt #txt smut #ghostface x reader

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the-iceni-bitch · 2 years

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I Just Want to be Your Lover

Pairing: mob!Lloyd Hansen x fem!reader (le grand homme and coquinette, Poison Paradise AU)

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Summary: Lloyd finds out more about you and loves everything he learns.

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (m receiving oral sex, shoe humping, slight dom/sub dynamics, degradation, ruined kink, slight violence kink, choking, multiple orgasms, snowballing, so many pet names, implied boot licking and fingering), these two psychos already lost in the sauce for each other, minor violence, kinda blood eating (super brief and not explicit), SMUT!! 18+ ONLY!!

A/N: I love these two and I’m not sorry.

I am no longer doing taglists so if you want to stay up to date on all the latest filth, follow my sideblog @the-iceni-library and turn on notifications!

You let out a small annoyed huff as you looked out the window again, the Atlantic Ocean the only thing visible in every direction as Lloyd’s plane carried the two of you back to New York. Lloyd just gave you an affectionate growl as he kept rubbing his thumb over your ankle where your feet were resting in his lap, smiling softly when you shrugged and avoided making eye contact with him as you turned back to your well worn copy of ‘Breakfast at Tiffany’s’ even as he pulled your foot up towards his face and sucked on your calf until you gave him a grudging smile.

He had expected you to be a little unhappy about suddenly being uprooted from your life to go back to the states with him, but that tantrum you threw in the towncar had been something else. Of course, that had meant he got to spread you over his lap and alternate between spanking your pussy and giving it soft pets while he assured you you’d be able to go back to Paris whenever you wanted, but that he wasn’t gonna do long distance and he needed to have your sweet, tight little gash available at all times.

Even though he had made you come four times in the car and had to carry you onto the jet, you were still giving him petulant little pouts and whines. Not that he minded, since every time you did he got to press his lips to a new spot on your skin and call you pretty until you relaxed and let out a giggle and he’d never get enough of seeing you smile.

“Did you want a Glenlivet, Mr. Hansen?”

If only this fucking stewardess would leave him alone. Lloyd had a rule about flying with one of these sluts anymore once his cock had been inside him, but this had been a last minute flight and apparently the only bitch Jeanette could line up was this one who’d spent his last flight to Switzerland drooling all over his dick. And the way she kept smiling at him and trailing her fingers over his arm made it blatantly obvious that she was trying to make it happen again, even while he was nibbling on your calf and rubbing your foot as gazed under your skirt and tried to shrug off her touch.

“‘M fine, thanks.” Lloyd’s eyes moved back to your face and he cocked his head when he saw the blank stare you were giving the woman as her hand lingered on his shoulder for a beat before pulling away. “Do you want anything, ma pie?”

“An apple would be great.” Your voice was flat and emotionless as you kept looking at her, scooting closer to Lloyd and reaching out to run your fingers through his hair and watching her closely when she moved to the galley. “Did you fuck her, Lloyd?”

“Aww, coquine.” Lloyd gave you a wicked smirk as he placed your foot back in his lap and dragged his fingers up to squeeze your thigh. “Are you jealous, ma chatte? That was before I met you, chérie.”

“Mmhm.” You marked your place in your book and set it aside, keeping that same odd look on your face as you climbed into his lap and nuzzled at his cheek. “She sure seems to think it should happen again.”

“Non, ma coquette.” He hissed when you nipped at his jaw and dipped a hand between the two of you to softly stroke his cock over his slacks, your other hand yanking his head back by his hair so you could sink your teeth into his neck. “Fuck, like I’d need some stupid bitch now that I have you.”

“I’m yours, mon loup?” You kept petting his cock slowly as you bit along the curve of his jaw, purring when he groaned and nodded for you. “Good, I’m just yours, Lloyd. I don’t want anyone else to ever touch me when I’m with you, I don't do this shit halfway. And if I’m yours, that means you're mine too. Thank you, could I get a knife to slice this up?” You smiled at the stewardess when she handed you the apple, tapping your fingers against Lloyd’s shoulder as you rolled the fruit through your other palm and nibbled on his collarbone while he grumbled at the loss of your touch on his cock. “You’re a doll. And guess what, Lloyd? I don’t fucking share.”

Lloyd muttered a shocked curse when you straightened up and slashed the knife across the dumb bitch’s face even as you kept squeezing his hips with your thighs, growling appreciatively when she shrieked and crumbled to the floor with her hand pressed to her cheek. You watched her flail around with a sneer before settling yourself back in his lap, starting to slice the apple with the bloodied knife and taking a bite as you turned your face back to his with a sly smile.

“Hey, slut? Shut the fuck up, you’ll be fine.” You grinned when Lloyd kicked her when she didn’t listen to you, placing a slice of apple between his lips and rolling your hips over his as you set the fruit aside and slid your hands over his chest. “I’m possessive too, Lloyd. Once something is mine, it’s only mine. And if someone touches what’s mine, or tries to take it from me, I go fucking crazy.”

“Shit, you are full of surprises, coquine.” Lloyd groaned when you dragged the tip of the knife down his throat then sliced his shirt open, his hands gripping your waist and squeezing when you drove the blade into the seat cushion just inches away from his head. “I’m all yours, ma nénette. Don’t want any of these dumb whores, you’re so goddamn perfect. You gonna cut every skank who puts her hands on me, mamours?”

“At least. She’s lucky I didn’t have a gun or I would’ve shot her in the tit.” You rolled your eyes when she sobbed and whimpered as she crawled away from the two of you, slipping your tongue between Lloyd’s lips and tangling it with his before starting to suck and bite your way down his torso. “So we’re gonna wear each other’s marks all the time, and smell like each other, and beat the shit out of any person stupid enough to touch either of us.”

“That’s fucking right, Christ.” He practically whined when you tore his slacks open and yanked them down just enough for his cock to spring free, cupping your cheek affectionately when you purred as you rubbed your lips all over his dick until your lipstick was smeared all over your face. “Ma bonne jolie femme, take what’s yours, gorgeous.”

“All fucking mine.” You hummed happily when you dragged your tongue over his slit and finally tasted him, letting his precum stain your lips as you pressed kisses all over his spongy head. “Now fuck my throat like you own it, mon grand homme. I need everyone to know who I belong to.”

“Oh, you really are perfect, fuck.” Lloyd growled when you wrapped your lips around him and swallowed him to the root, gathering your hair in his fist and driving his hips into your face while you made the most beautiful gagging noises he’d ever heard. “Mine.”

You could only whimper your agreement as he kept viciously fucking your face, your eyes rolling back in your head when he shoved his foot against your cunt when he saw the way you were squeezing your thighs together. The feeling of your throat constricting around him was making him fucking feral, especially when he felt your drool dripping down his balls when you moaned as you started to hump his shoe. His gaze was fixed on yours as he drove his hips up into your mouth, the hand that wasn’t gripping your hair wrapping around your throat so he could feel it bulge every time his cock slid down your gullet. He wasn’t even worried about how obsessed he already was with you, just glad he’d found you and determined to burn himself into every fiber of your being until you knew nothing else.

Neither of you noticed when the stewardess dragged herself to the galley and shut the door, your pussy throbbing as you continued to grind your clit into Lloyd’s boot and you struggled to breathe through your nose. Your fingers dug into his thighs when you felt his cock starting to twitch, a thick mixture of precum and drool bubbling from the corners of your mouth while Lloyd’s pelvis punched into your face violently and your jaw started to ache from having to accommodate his fat dick.

“Ah, none of that, sunshine.” Lloyd chuckled when your eyes rolled back in your head when you came with a shiver, pulling his cock out of your mouth and slapping each of your cheeks until you sucked in a deep breath then shoving his balls between your lips with a demeaning coo. “Ma petite pute, you were so confident and bossy and all it took was a minute of my cock it your mouth to turn into my sweet, dumb little kitten again. You like when I just use you, coquinette? You want me to keep you stupid and pretty by ruining you all the time so you always remember who you belong to now?”

“Mmhm.” You couldn’t even nod as you kept sucking greedily on his sack, your eyes fluttering with bliss while me smacked his messy cock all over your face as he held you up by your hair. His gaze somehow grew even darker when you choked and spluttered, tapping the toe of his boot against your lace covered clit as he watched a drop of precum trail down your ruined cheek and started furiously stroking his dick.

“God… fuck, pet, you’re so fucking pretty like this.” He growled while he leaned closer to you, driving his boot into your cunt and making you sob around his balls when you came violently without warning, still managing to suckle on his balls even as you sagged in his grip and looked at him with glassy eyes. “As soon as we land I’m taking you to Tiffany’s and buying you something extra sparkly. Just wanna keep you covered in cum and jewels all the damn time.”

Your eyes fluttered closed when you felt his cock throb against your face before he was shooting his cum all over your cheeks, moaning and licking your lips when he pulled his balls from your mouth with a lewd pop. He dragged you into his lap once he was finished, purring as he started licking the mess off your face while you panted and wriggled as his hands gripped your curves possessively. When he tapped his fingers against your cheek you opened up immediately, whimpering when he spat the mixture of his cum and your drool into the back of your throat then slammed your jaw shut so you could swallow for him.

“Mmm, Tiffany’s?” You tucked your head into his shoulder and trailed your fingers over his bare chest, sighing when he nuzzled at your temple as his hand rested on your hip and gave you a soft squeeze. “Baby, you give me diamonds and I’ll let you fuck me in the ass whenever you want.”

“Filthy girl.” Lloyd chuckled when you started sucking on his neck, looking down and admiring the marks you’d left on his skin before sliding a hand between your legs to play with the mess you’d made of your panties. “You slash some stupid cunt in front of me and you’ll get all the diamonds you want. Now get down there and clean up the mess you made of my boot while I fuck that pretty pussy with my hand.”

#natalie writes #poison paradise #le grand homme and coquinette #lloyd hansen #lloyd hansen fanfiction #lloyd hansen x fem!reader #lloyd hansen smut #lloyd hansen x y/n #lloyd hansen x you #lloyd hansen x reader #chris evans #chris evans smut #chris evans character #eighteen and over #eighteen plus

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cornonation · 9 months

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Lps popular doodles! I really loved this show when I was little! I still do! When I watched I would imagine that Brooke and Savannah and all there friends were super fashionable (which is kinda alluded to in the show but not fleshed out to much). So I thought it would be fun to design and explore there style!

I personally though Brookes would fashion would be inspired by Regina George from mean girls and Coquette aesthetic because she gives off Regina vibes and I thought coquette clothing because it’s soft and girly which Brooke is but also some of the pieces can feel very business casual to me in a way. Like she’s put together and a bad bitch but she got the fun pink to go with it! Also the innocent nature that goose with the coquette style can help Brooke seem more helpless and can manipulate people better. Because one thing Brooke is she is calculated! When it comes to manipulation she will think things through and use everything in her power to get what she want like her outfit!!!

Now with Savanna I think she would have a mix of Genny (who I see as a downtown girl aesthetic/clothing) and Brookes style! At the beginning of the series we see Savannah isn’t well dressed or “pretty” as the others and so when she gets her make over her friends influence her style hence her borrowing Genny style but also copying Brooke to in ways because they use to be friends and also because in a way she still chasing her acceptance and she is the most influential person in her life. So she’ll mix pieces from both of the styles to make her own unique outfits but also sometimes sticks to one style. Also added bonus when Savy start dating Tom I think she would sometimes she would wear his letterman jacket because 1. He’s a football player so it shows off her poplar girl status like “yeah I’m dating a football player you wish you were me”, 2. To shove it in Brookes face that she is as popular and getting even more popular then her, 3. Rub it in Sages face and “ show him what he’s missing” and 4. Tom is the kind of boyfriend to give her the jacket he’s sweet like that. ( I don’t like Sage as her boyfriend… like obviously Brooke and Savy are like exs and I could go on how there so sapphic coded and there that horrible awful first sapphic situationship break up but this is not what this post is about today. Umm anyways wall this to say about of the two boys for me it’s Tom over Sage.)

Also side note the reason I don’t mention Savannah not borrowing her style from Lina because I don’t see her to be as fashionable as Genny because it’s been mentioned before in the series she not as into popularity as Savvy and Jenny are so I feel like Savanna didn’t look to her as much. I still do think she got influence of outfits from her but I see her as more laid back with her fashion. Like she has a good style and has really good outfits it isn’t as calculated while at times I feel Genny and Savy will really think there outfits throughout to try and get things and have certain influences like Brooke dose. ( now that I think about this I feel like I got this wrong because Lina is the one that has the idea to take her shopping but I don’t I feel like Savvy has more of a fashion connection with Jenny for some reason.)

Anyway can you tell I like LPS popular and still have so much to say about years later 😭 Also sorry if you see any spelling mistakes with the characters names I wrote this all out and then realized Savy and Gens names are spelt different then how I spelt them and I attempted to fix them but idk if I got it all oh well. Btw sketchbook spread pictures version here:

If you read all of that gold star for you ⭐️! Your a a real one!

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shifting803 · 3 months

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Shifting experience

N°2

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So basically, today i wanna share one of my experience in one of my main DR.

PS :Sorry for not posting for 8 days, i was not doing well, i will try to post more often.

I shift to Riverdale, ik it's an uncommun DR . I watched this show in 2023 and i loved it ( the 2 last season were so weird like...). And if you watched it it's better.

I want to talk about the characters and their personality. We often see our cc ( comfort characters ) on screen but when you haven't shifted yet to your DR, you haven't experienced their real personality and how they act everyday.

And i seen so much people who had shifted for a specific person and their were kinda surprised or shocked of how their cc were acting. I just wanna say that it's kinda of normal because you only see their personality they show and not their personality in private yk? Its not common but not as rare as you can think of. And i wanna share my first interactions with my cc and how i thought they would act and how they really act.

《 PART2 》

THE CHARACTERS:

Veronica Lodge: I thought she was really a bad bitch, a boss and with vibes of independant women. When i first met her i was so surprised ( not in a bad way ) that she is so sweet and actually not so strong. She is soo kind and she have much of a coquette vibes in real life. She cares so much about others people. It's so crazy. Her personality is the same as in the show but she has a side they didn't show in the show. I love her.

Betty Cooper : So basically she is the " perfect girl " and know how to handle every situations. But not all the time. And she is a lot more mean than i thought. Its not in a bad way but sometimes she is very honest. And she does not have have always good grades. She is so bad at science like its really bad. And she is soo funny. She make me laugh everytime. She wears more revealing clothes than in the show. She really has good style and not the style of a 10 years old like in a show. She is not as perfect as i thought ( Nobody is perfect ). She is really provocative and she is not scared of doing crazy things. One time she jumped of a cliff because of a dare ?!??! Happily she have nothing but it was so surprising. She is really cool and has more of a cool/chill vibes than coquette/perfect vibes.

Archie Andrews : I thought he was more serious. But this guy is literally a child. He have a dirty mind, every time you say something than can be related to ... he is laughing and telling a dirty joke. He is so funny! He is the clown of the class and he is the hell for teachers. He cant be serious for just 2 minutes. But he is so focus in sport than his actually grades. He love sport and everytime his team win or he win he is acting like a child a make fun of us... But i really love him. He really wanna save everyone and that's something not really good for him. Ik he is working on that and hope its working. Its really sentimental and he can cry for everything. One time i ate the last ice cream and he cried?? I really didn't know what to do so i just ran away...

Jughead : I dont have a lot to say about him expect he is like in the show. But he is sooo funny and not that serious too. But he is so intelligent. Sometimes he speak and i dont understand because he use metaphores. I dont judge him for that but he really likes using fancy words to impress us ( that's not necessary ). But he is so sweet and he remember every little things. He is always hungry!! Every two minutes he is like " Aargh, im so hungry. What time is it?? " And he really care about his family. He is really sarcastic and its annoying sometimes but that's ok. I really enjoy being with him.

I wanna to say that i take things out because i dont want to be traumatised 😍. And i made their lifes happier because they deserved it. I really like this DR and its the Show where i first shifted in. This DR gave me the motivation to shift and not giving up. They really helped me getting better and learned things from life. I hope you're motivated to shift tonight and be excited.

☆I hope this helped you and you enjoyed it. I really liked making this post. Stay motivated, don't give up and enjoy you're journey. Byye ~♡

Picture of clouds so beautiful ~~~

☆Love you all and Happy shifting♡

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radfae · 5 months

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im shadowbanned so sorry for long asks but on ur radfem edtwt posts.. yes i have and not only that a lot of us are crypto as well so there is definetly a big portion of girls/women with eds calling themselves radical feminist a lot the ones that follow me r just ttansphobic which ofc isnt the same but it makes me wonder like ofc an ideology cannot cure a mental illness but what leads women to claim all these anti patriarchy opinions and then still participate in the coquette waifish pro ana stuff

no totally! i get they’re unwell and i don’t think that having an eating disorder is incompatible with feminism at all but i DO think that actively posting about it and encouraging others in the process IS antifeminist. and like you said a lot of them are just transphobic and rly harsh people… i think a lot of them are just anti-porn, they wouldn’t hesitate to put another woman down for being fat or ugly or a bitch or whatever other misogynistic bullshit

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lovesickbrat · 7 months

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Hmmm I don't know I think y'all kinda went too far in going after that girl okay yeah she said some not so nice things but you guys were telling her to kill herself and joking about sleeping with her boyfriend I mean come on that's just flat out mean friendo :^)

Telling her to kill herself.... after she made multiple posts wishing death and physical harm to Black women who never even interacted with her just bc she hated Black women and hated them for being included in the coquette tag/aesthetic. She was also antisemitic, especially to Jewish women and supported genocide. But us saying kya in *response* to what she did and in *defense* of ourselves is what too far to you??

She also consistently used her relationship with her boyfriend (whom she cheated with btw, he was a married man) as a 'gotcha' against single women and acted as if her being in a codependent relationship with a cheater who promised to leave his black wife for her made her more superior than us. So idrgaf if ppl made jokes about sleeping with her bf bc maybe she shouldn't have been an asshole in the first fucking place who used that relationship to brag in peoples faces? Esp since she was also cheating on this bf with another one (her ex) at the same time while calling every woman she attacked a whore despite being a non-virign woman in a relationship with 2 men herself.

She flat out refused to apologize or even acknowledge what she did was wrong the first few times she was politely called out so she brought all of this onto herself. Instead of saying a simple sorry (she probably wouldn't have even meant) she immediately went to calling anyone that called her out liars who photoshopped those racist remarks from her (when they were still on her page visible for everyone to see) and said we were all bitches, psychos, whores and so on. Then went on multiple rants making herself appear to be a victim when she was the one telling Black and Jewish women to kill themselves bc she hated us and didn't want us included in a coquette aesthetic. So again, she brought that shit onto herself. IDGAF.

Very funny how you can empathize here with a violent racist and paint the people defending themselves as 'mean' when she outright supported (and still does) the genocide of millions of ppl just bc they were Jewish and wanted Black woman to die bc of a aesthetic she thought only white people can be. She still goes around harassing Black women on here to this day. But we're the mean ones. Okay.

and there we have it

#ask.pdf

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star-drip · 1 year

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ANOTHER ASK MEME BECAUSE 👉👈 why not hehhhhhh

- SHORTEST TO TALLEST PARA

-who has the shortest hair, who has the longest

-who's physically the strongest (like athletic/most likely to win any fight etc.)

-who's the best dresser?

-who just throws on any shit and goes?

-who has your favorite aesthetic?

-who dresses closest to you in real life?

KAY ZATS ALL BYEEEEEEEE

WEHEEHEHEHE THANK YOU

shortest to tallest: Isla (5'3"), Diana (5'5"), Karissa (5'7"), Emerson (5'8"), Ethan (5'10"), Aiden (6'1")

shortest hair/longest hair: Isla (past the shoulders), Karissa (shoulder length), Diana (above the shoulders), Emerson (shorter/sometimes super long idk), Aiden (shorter), Ethan (short asf asf)

physical strength: Aiden is the strongest. He can kick anyones ass omfg, then it goes to Ethan, Diana, Karissa, Emerson, Isla (she's so small :,) )

dresses the best: probably diana, Isla, and Emerson. they always have my favorite outfits lol.

throws on random shit: Aiden. lmao he's so chaotic. Emerson also somehow fits on this. they just kind of throw on shit and it works.

favorite aesthetic: probably Isla or Aiden! Aiden is just straight up attractive in the trashiest way possible and im into that shit. Isla is very fairycore/coquette and i love itt.

who dresses closest to me in real life?: Emerson. 😂 We both dress the same it's funny! we're both wearing crop tops or grunge/hippie esc clothes lol. (yes i'm a bitch with the hot topic sublime shirt im sorry 😪). I also have some clothes that remind me of Isla! I can be coquette when I want to be lmao.

#aidennn #islaaa #dianaaa #paracosm rambles #paras #para #emersonnn

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angelsnaiils · 2 years

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What are your favorite aesthetics? And if you could choose one, which ones would you pick? Sorry for asking a lot.

i’ll try and make a list but i’m one of those bitches that is adamant about not putting aesthetics in boxes and stuff hahaha XD still, i do love talking about them so bring on the questions! no apology needed!

fairycore

grandmacore

pink pilates princess

scene/scenecore

coquette

soft girl

cottagecore

teddycore

lolita (again, the jfashion) (it’s not an aesthetic but still lolz)

my favorite … ahhh i dunno! can i say pastel pink? i feel like that’s a good catch-all for my favorite things!

#genuinely i could talk a lot about this but i dont like what some people have turned aesthetics into yanno

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1rluv4y · 2 years

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#all whispers are mine !#book academia #book tumblr #coquette aesthetic #literary fiction #books for mentally unstable bitches #memes for mentally unstable bitches #coquette #lana del slay #rosalie otterbourne #made this book my personality for a solid month !#my year of rest and relaxation #i feel sorry that i relate to my year of rest and relaxation sm

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sweetlolah · 2 years

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I made a similar point as a reblog on another post which now I'm realizing I should have just made my own post. This is gonna be long sorry.

Re: the romanticization and normalization of mental illness under the guise of "coquette aesthetic".

The aestheticization of mental illness has long been a theme, even before the internet. It goes beyond just gallows humor and dark coping mechanisms (which by the way just because you use something as a coping mechanism doesn't mean it's a good thing). It feels so good, though. You feel a little better when you make your suffering look pretty. But you have to realize it's not. It's dangerous.

Everyone struggles with mental health to some degree. You are allowed to feel your feelings, abd acknowledge them. This is not me saying you should fall into the trap of toxic positivity.

But when you make your life about your mental illness, which trust me I know is hard not to do, it truly can take over, you feed into it. You mean into it, and it becomes a part of your identity. I used to struggled with an ED. I made it part of my personality especially online. That made it harder to get better, because I felt like that's who I was. I leaned into it. It did serious damage to me.

And because i had made it so aesthetic, participated in online ED culture, I contributed to the harm it did to others. We were all hurting each other, but because we had made it our personality, because we made it a community, it made it that much harder to recover.

This pertains to some people in the coquette community tying their eating disorder or other mental illness into their personality and into the notion of femininity. When you tie your poor mental health to a concept of femininity, and this is not just an issue on an individual level, as we all know the stereotypes of women being irrational, women being emotional, woman being crazy bitches, and the societal pressure to look thin and childlike, well you have a problem.

Now take a community like the coquette community. One of our traits is discovering and defining your femininity (or what have you, faunlets are a smaller part of the community but I still see you 💗), and when you treat bad mental health as a feminine trait, when you fill a space full of your trauma, your depression, your eating disorder, you expose everyone else to it. Many of them have or still do struggle with those issues. You bring that toxicity into a space meant for growth and self exploration. It harms people.

Divorce poor mental health from your idea of femininity. And stop posting thinspo and traumacore in the fuckin coquette tags.

#coquette #coquette community #coquette aesthetic #coquette icon #coquette icons #coquette fashion #alaskan coquette

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supremeuppityone · 4 years

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Written for Klaroline Valentine's Day Bingo 2020 @kcvalentinesbingo

Prompt: I Never Loved a Man

You can read the sequel here.

Warning: Some angst. Also dick cake. Because who doesn’t love a good dick cake? :)

Please review here.

Penises were hard. Really, really hard. Caroline sighed, adding more powdered sugar to her countertop before she tried rolling out the flesh-toned fondant again. She had a last-minute erotic cake order to fill for a luncheon tomorrow and given the high-profile event, she wanted to ensure every detail was perfect. And she wouldn’t have time to dwell on all the things that went wrong with Klaus. Coquette Cakes had just started to take off when her asshat of a boyfriend decided to pick a fight with her that grew so explosive she tossed the entire drawer she’d set aside for his stuff out her window and blocked his number.

In the weeks since then, she’d become even more dedicated to her bakery, from obsessive cleaning to designing a bold new marketing campaign. Partnering with her friend Kat’s male strip club to cater their monthly ‘sweet cheeks’ contest showed business-savvy, despite Klaus’ underwhelmed reaction when she excitedly discussed her plans.

“I’m not a priority anymore; you’re spending all of your time at the bakery.” She’d been blindsided when Klaus accused her of not putting their relationship first; she’d hired extra staff before her budget could really handle the overhead in an attempt to cut back her hours. She’d even handed over two important cake projects to her staff so that she could attend a family retreat Klaus’ mother and siblings invited them to at the last minute. It had been an entire weekend of skiing at a prestigious mountain resort while fielding invasive and often rude questions about her relationship with Klaus.

“You could’ve been vague about your profession.” She’d had no idea he was embarrassed by her career. That had been made painfully obvious when he hadn’t bothered to defend her from his family’s thinly veiled barbs when they learned she owned an erotic bakery. His sister, Rebekah, had been especially gleeful in drawing crude comparisons between being a tart versus making them.

With an irritated huff, she reminded herself to use a delicate touch as she smoothed the fondant along the widest part of the shaft, carefully using the rounded edge of her modeling tool to tuck a loose flap underneath the testicles. Her inner 12-year-old giggled when she had to take extra care not to squish them — cake balls were almost as fragile as their human counterparts. In that moment, she was reminded again that she’d never have more fun at work than at her bakery. It was the best decision she ever made. Even if the price was her relationship. The Mikaelsons were elitist snobs and she was better off without them. Without Klaus.

But apparently not all members of the upper class were as judgy as Klaus and his family — this last-minute order was for a fundraising luncheon at the Mystic Falls Country Club. Who knew the pastels-and-pearls crowd would have a sense of humor? She’d just started painting a French-tipped manicure on the fingers encircling the cock when her playlist switched over to the song. Their song.

They’d been painting her bakery to get Coquette Cakes ready for the grand opening. Caroline was exhausted and stressed to the point that she’d burst into tears twice that day alone. She’d happened to glance at Klaus, suddenly fighting back a smile when she saw the little pink speckles of paint across his nose and dimpled cheeks. Aretha Franklin’s “I Never Loved a Man the Way I Love You” started playing in the background and she impulsively leaned over and kissed him, smearing the bright pink paint across their faces.

“Don't ya never, never say that we we're through,

'Cause I ain't never,

Never, Never, no, no loved a man,

The way that I, I love you.”

Klaus broke away, his accented voice a bit breathless as he said, “You’ve never looked more beautiful, sweetheart.”

She giggled at his outrageous lie, but before she could respond, his tone grew serious as he confessed, “And I love you.”

It was the first time he’d said the words, and she’d quickly told him the same, and they’d kissed each other senseless, laughing and swaying to the music.

She’d been so happy. It was when her hands wouldn’t stop trembling that Caroline realized she’d been bawling hysterically. With a frustrated whine, she set down the delicate brush, momentarily giving into her sadness. One day she would be happy again.

Everything was perfect. The manicured nails she’d painted holding the penis were the ideal blend of crisp white and blush pink — matching the striped linen tablecloths and napkins folded into swans. The slight curve of the shaft down to the ribbon draped delicately around the balls were the flirty finishing touches her bakery had become known for. As she carefully rolled the cart toward the banquet area, she felt a flutter of excitement. This was the start of something big.

There was a collective gasp as Caroline pulled the cake out of its special crate, gently placing it as the centerpiece of the gilt-edged display table. She glanced around the airy room with its crystal chandeliers, gold leaf china, and impeccably coiffed attendees and felt a moment of uncertainty. She didn’t fit in with women like these. Klaus’ sister made that perfectly clear.

However, a sudden burst of tinkling laughter caught her off-guard, and she began to relax as it washed over the crowd; the women hiding knowing smiles behind manicured hands and playfully toying with their understated pearls. They were delighted. And also slightly drunk based on the seemingly endless pitchers of mimosas being served.

Distracted by the excited murmurs, Caroline didn’t realize she was being watched until she heard a familiar scoff. “I suppose a subtle penis was out of the question.”

Caroline whirled around, blue eyes widening in surprise as she took in Rebekah’s flawless nose job and vintage Chanel. She realized she was gaping and finally said, “Subtle is a dirty word in the erotic cake business.” Noticing that Klaus’ sister didn’t seem surprised to see her, she grew suspicious. “You knew I’d be here today.”

“Obviously,” she responded with a derisive snort, “I’m the co-chair of this committee. No detail escapes my notice.” She gestured toward a door off to the side, indicating that Caroline should follow her.

Once they were away from the steady hum of the event, Caroline straightened her spine, steeling herself for whatever insults Rebekah decided to hurl at her. She flatly asked, “What do you want?”

“To apologize.” Rebekah shifted uncomfortably at her sudden outburst, her voice uncertain as she continued. “I’m a bit of a bitch and my behavior that weekend was appalling. I’m sorry for the role I played in your breakup.”

“I’m not doing this with you.” She turned to leave, her tone flippant as she added, “Try not to choke on your dick cake.”

“My brother loves you. He misses you terribly and has been absolutely miserable.”

Caroline hated the way tears started to gather in the corners of her eyes despite her anger. “Seriously?! What makes you think I even care?”

Klaus unexpectedly stepped into the room, his clothes a wrinkled mess and looking so haggard and morose that she hardly recognized him. “Because I desperately need you to, sweetheart.”

#kcvalentinesdaybingo #uppity bitch fanfic #klaroline fanfic #klaroline #klaroline aesthetic #aesthetic #who doesn't love a dick cake #kcvalentinesbingo #angsty angst

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bdfanfic · 5 years

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On His Mane’s Secret Service - Chapter 11

She woke up early and dressed quickly as Dar’Amon roused himself.

“Raj? Where are you going?”

“Just… stay here, will you? I’ve got something to do. I should be back before midday.”

“Can I come along? It doesn’t take me long to get dressed!” he said with a cat’s smile.

“Sorry Dar, not this time. But you’ll thank me if this works. Just stay here, and when the maids enter, for goodness’ sake don’t talk!”

“Okay. If you say so.”

She rushed out of the palace and to the headquarters of the HMSS, but at the door she was halted by the guard.

“Please, I need to see Queue. Can you get him for me? Please? It’s… important!”

“I’m sorry, Ra’Jirra. You know you’re not allowed in anymore,” said the guard she had known for years. “And there’s no one else here to take over for another ½ hour for me to go find him.”

Ra’Jirra nervously sought for some solution, but the outer door opened before she could think of anything, and in walked Em’s secretary, Ms. Ponsonby.

“Ms. Posonby! Thank goodness you’ve come. Could you do me a huge favor? I need to talk to Queue. It’s urgent!”

The old khajiit squinted at her. “Ra’Jirra. I’d not thought to see you back here again. Now what’s all this nonsense about? You’re not even supposed to be in the building as an ex-agent.”

Exasperated, Ra’Jirra appealed to the crotchety old cat, “I’m only a concubine of the fucking Mane now! JEEZE! Please Ms. Ponsonby! You helped me once. Just this once more!”

“Why?” she asked with suspicion. “What do you want Queue for?”

“I need something, and I think he’s got it in his lab.”

“What?”

“Ms. Ponsonby! Copper chloride, if that means anything to you!”

“Hmm... Well, I suppose I can ask him to come out to talk to you. On one condition.”

“Anything! Just name it!”

“What’s my first name?”

Ra’Jirra blinked. “Your first name?”

An evil smile crept across the old lady’s face. “Yeeeees, what’s my first name?”

Ra’Jirra searched her memory while the smile grew larger.

“Loelia!” she blurted out at a sudden insight, and the smile fell off Loelia Ponsonby’s face.

“Hmpf. A good guess. I’ll go see if I can find him,” she said and turned on her heel.

The guard turned back to Ra’Jirra, shaking his head.

“Bitch,” she muttered, then went to sit and wait in a chair nearby. The minutes ticked by like hours, but at last the big argonian came out through the door behind the guard’s desk.

“Ra’Jirra! Oh, it’s good to see you again! What did you do to Ms. Ponsonby?”

Ra’Jirra hugged the argonian in greeting. “Good to see you again too, Queue. As for that… person, I just made her day, that’s all.”

“Well, what can I do for you Ra’Jirra? You name it.”

“I need a chemical. Copper chloride. Do you know what that is?”

“Copper chloride? Ra’Jirra, I’m not a chemist. But we have some on staff of course. What on earth do you need that for?”

“It’s a long story, Queue, but it’s really important!”

“Well, come on back into the lab with me. I’ll ask my lead chemist if he has any of… whatever that is.”

“Thanks Queue!”

She looked at the guard as she passed, but he only shrugged and waved her on.

“I am the head of the whole research department, after all!” Queue said when she caught up with him. “He’d better not say anything!”

Within an hour, Ra’Jirra was heading back out with Queue, a bottle of blue powder in her hands.

“Em won’t like it,” Queue was saying. “If it works, you’re going to cost him one of our best agents, you know.”

“Em be damned, he can’t stop me!”

“No, but he can browbeat me for allowing it,” Queue said as they stopped at the door, and he opened it wide for Ra’Jirra.

“Come on, Queue. Em’s not that kind of boss. At least, I never thought he was.”

“He’s not. Go on, Raj. And good luck! Stop by again sometime to see us though. Sometime when you’re not on a Quest.”

“I will!” She said, and then turned and practically climbed up the tall argonian’s chest to give him a kiss on his cheek - if argonians can be said to have cheeks.

Queue stood at the door, watching her go, and touched the spot where her lips had been. He looked at his hand, then back at the outer door where she’d left.

“I’ll miss that cat,” he said to the guard.

“Me too,” the guard said, looking back at the closing door. “At least you got a kiss.”

Queue smiled at the guard. “Some of us have it, and some of us don’t,” he chuckled, then went back to work.

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When Ra’Jirra returned to her room, Dar’Amon was nowhere to be seen. She had a moment of panic, until the maid came in and told her about the cat they’d found in her room.

“Where is he!?” she demanded so forcefully that the maid cowered before her.

“I’m sorry Lady Ra’Jirra! I put him out back not five minutes ago. He’s probably still around I think.”

“Oh, sorry. He’s… he’s mine. Please, show me where, would you?”

She followed the maid to the back of the building, and Dar’Amon was there, stuck up in a tree while a dog barked at him from below. The Alfiq looked scared to death before he saw Ra’Jirra.

“Maid, would you mind shooing that dog away while I get my cat?” Ra’Jirra asked.

“Certainly!” she answered, obviously relieved that the lady’s cat hadn’t been harmed. She dragged the barking dog back to it’s kennel while Ra’Jirra caught Dar’Amon as he jumped down from the tree.

“Thanks, Raj!” he said as she carried him back inside. “That dog nearly had me!”

“Sorry Dar. But come with me to the main dining room. I need to light a fire.”

“A fire? It’s nearly summer. You look weird. Are you feeling alright?”

“You’ll see,” she smiled and was glad to see the room was currently unoccupied. It took her just a few minutes to get a nice blaze going. Then she sprinkled it with the copper chloride. Immediately the flame began to glow a fierce blue.

Dar looked at her strangely. “Is that… No. It can’t be!”

“Flame of the Harbinger,” Ra’Jirra smiled.

The Alfiq looked at her. “How on earth…?!”

“Don’t ask questions, Dar. Just approach the flame, if you want your lycanthropy to be cured.”

Cautiously, he did so. Suddenly a tongue of flame lashed out and covered him in a blue glow. Ra’Jirra screamed and rushed forward, fearing that she’d managed to kill her lover, but before she got to him the glow flared brightly then disappeared. At her feet, Dar’Amon lay in Cathay form, if somewhat under-dressed for proper palace etiquette.

“Dar! Dar, are you alright?” she said as she lifted his head.

His eyes opened and he blinked, then looked down at himself.

“I’m… back!” he said, grinning up at her.

Ra’Jirra got him to his feet as two guards rushed in.

“Back off, scum!” shouted one, brandishing a wicked looking spear.

“No! He’s my fiance!” Ra’Jira shouted, putting herself between the spear and Dar’Amon.

One of the guards looked at the other, who shrugged.

“Fiance or not, he’s not allowed in the palace. Gr’alt, go fetch the Chief.”

The other guard ran off, while another two guards came in, spears drawn.

“She says he’s her fiance,” the first guard explained. “Don’t worry Lady, we’ll get this sorted out. Why don’t you two have a seat till then, okay?”

Ra’Jirra and Dar’Amon gladly assented. A few minutes later the leader of the palace guard entered along with the prime concubine, Isdra.

“What’s this all about, Lady Ra’Jirra?” she demanded. “Who is this?”

Ra’Jirra rose and bowed to Isdra. “This is my fiance, Dar’Amon. He is an agent of the HMSS.”

Isdra turned to the naked Cathay. “Well,” she said. “Speak up young man. How dare you enter the palace?! Fiance or not, we’ll have no mating of the Mane’s concubines here!”

“No!” Dar’Amon protested. “It’s not like that! I wasn’t…”

“It’s a long story, Princess Isdra,” Ra’Jirra interrupted. I’ll explain everything. You can ask Em. He’s the head of the HMSS. He’ll corroborate our story!”

“I know who Em is, Ra’Jirra. Guard, go and send for him.”

One of the guards left the room hastily, while three of the other concubines entered to see what all the fuss was about.

By the time Em came in an hour later, Ra’Jirra and Dar’Amon had told the story twice to the prime concubine. Of course, nearly the entire harem had entered by then, leaving Dar’Amon unable to get out of his seat for modesty’s sake. Finally, when Em had corroborated their story, Isdra sent for some clothes for Dar’Amon and shooed the other concubines from the room till he was able to get dressed.

“Be that as it may,” Isdra was saying, “you cannot have him in your room here. Surely you must see the sense in that.”

“I do. And I won’t,” Ra’Jirra assured her. “This was… an aberration.”

“All right. I’ll give him an official pass till nightfall, but by then, I don’t want to see him in the concubine’s domicile again! As for you,” she said, turning to Em, her voice magically transforming into the sweet coquette, “Thank you for coming.”

Em stood, and the Princess Isdra left the room, leaving only Raj, Dar and Em.

“Well hell, Dar, you still want to work for me? I’m afraid your value in our operation may have decreased somewhat, but I’ve still got work for you.”

“Of course! But… maybe I could take a vacation? I’ve got a wedding to attend,” he said, squeezing Ra’Jirra’s hand.

“Fair enough. I’ll see you next week then?”

“And a honeymoon after that…”

Em sighed, “Okay! Two weeks.”

Ra’Jirra leaned on Dar’Amon’s shoulder. “It’s been a long time since I had him back in Cathay form, Em. A looooong time!”

Em scrunched up his face in disgust. “Okay, okay! You’ve got the month off, Dar. You’d better not wear him out, Raj! I expect him in good condition when he gets back.”

“As well as can be expected, given the circumstances,” she smiled evilly at Dar’Amon.

“Enough!” Em declared, standing up. “When’s the wedding?”

Ra’Jirra looked to Dar’Amon who watched her shrug.

“Tomorrow’s the big meeting. How about the day after that? Too soon?”

“Can’t be too soon for me, Dar,” she answered. “But it needs to be kept quiet. Concubine and all that, you know.”

“Just a small group then at Mara’s chapel. Day after tomorrow. And Em?” Dar’Amon declared firmly.

“Yeah?”

“Would you mind being my Second?”

Ra’Jirra got an idea at that too, “And walk me down the Aisle? I don’t have any family, you know.”

“Of course. Any other requests?”

“I… do have one,” Ra’Jirra replied and Em rolled his eyes. “I’d like Queue to be my second.”

“Queue? Isn’t that a job for a female?”

“Someday I should tell you a little something about argonians, Em,” she snickered. “But I don’t care anyway. I want Queue if I can’t have you.”

“Queue it is then. Well, Good luck you two. You’ve killed my afternoon. I’ve got to get back!”

They watched him go before returning to Ra’Jirra’s room.

She closed the door behind them, already breaking one of the rules.

“What do you think? We can celebrate now!”

“You know I’d love to, Raj. But Isdra made it pretty clear she wouldn’t approve. She’s been pretty decent really. I don’t think we should.”

“You’re probably right. Dammit. And I should stay here, what with the meeting coming up tomorrow.”

Dar’Amon kissed her passionately, which she returned in kind.

“I guess I should go find myself a room somewhere then,” he said, tearing himself away.

“Do that. And see if you can think of somewhere we can honeymoon. Somewhere far away, where I can forget about all this.”

“I will. I’ll be back outside the palace gates tomorrow after your meeting. Then we will celebrate for sure!”

“It’s a date, lover!”

#rajirra #spyjirra #fanfiction #prequel adventure #the elder scrolls #khajiit #argonian

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