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vivwritesfics · 7 months

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Charles jealous and possessive please 🔥 SMUT

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There was something about the rich, fancy Monaco lifestyle. Something Y/N L/N couldn't quite explain.

When her boyfriend wasn't racing on the other side of the world, when he was home in Monaco he took her out to extravagant and elegant restaurants. The kinds of places where Y/N was dressed to the nines, where all eyes were on her and she was on Charles' arm.

On this particular evening, Y/N wore a black dress with a skirt that went down to her ankles. There was a slit up the side, showing off a bit of her leg. The rest of the dress was pretty simple, tight to her body with thin straps over her shoulders. On her feet she had black feels with little straps criss crossing up her legs. Her nails were black, matching the dress.

Charles stood in his suit, watching as Y/N put on her heels. He couldn't help but stare as she finished getting ready. "Oh mon Dieu, ma chérie. Tu es superbe," (oh my god, my darling. You look fantastic) he whispered as he leaned against the mirror.

Y/N tucked her hair behind her ear. "Thank you, Lord Percival," she said, standing from the bed.

Striding over, she wrapped her arms around her neck and kissed him. It was quick and careful, so that Y/N didn't ruin her makeup. "How about we don't go to dinner," he suggested. "How about we stay here and I ravage you?"

She shook her head. "Please, Charles. We haven't been to dinner in so long," she said with a slight whine.

So, they went to dinner. With Charles driving, they looked every bit the rich Monégasque people everybody through they were. Some people took pictures of them as they drove past, on their way to the restaurant.

At the restaurant, they took their seats and ordered their drinks. "I'll be back in a moment," said Y/N when the waiter walked away. She stood from her seat, kissed Charles on the cheek (leaving a lovely red mark), and made her way to the bathroom.

Charles looked around the restaurant. Some people had their phone out, pointing them at him. Charles simply smiled as he waited for her to get back.

Y/N finished up in the bathroom and made her way outside. There was a small corridor, with the men's bathroom next to the women's, before leading back to the restaurant.

A man walked out of the bathroom beside her as Y/N walked out of the ladies room. He looked her up and down as Y/N fixed the skirt of her dress and leaned against the wall. The guy let out a whistle. "Je te ferai crier mon nom au lit ce soir, ma belle," (I'll have you screaming my name in bed tonight, gorgeous) he said.

Y/N sent a disgusted look his way. "I'm sorry, sir, but I'm here with my boyfriend," she spat and walked away. Walking back to her Lord Percival.

"Je m'en fiche, sexy. Je te ferai mendier pour moi dans ces toilettes si tu le veux," (I don't care about that, sexy. I'll have you begging for me in those stalls if you want it) he said, following her towards the restaurant.

Y/N ignored him as she walked back to her table. Just before she reached Charles, the guy reached forward, pinching her ass. Gasping, Y/N turned around, ready to throw a punch. But the man was gone. When he saw where she was heading, he backed off, walking to a table with what Y/N could only assume was his wife.

"What was that, Darling?" Asked Charles as Y/N sat down opposite him. Their drinks were already there and Charles had already had most of his.

Y/N took a sip of her drink. "Oh, nothing my love. Don't worry about it."

Charles narrowed his eyes. He believed her, but her answer wasn't filling him with confidence.

He was silent while they ate their food. Charles was quick to pay for the food and get Y/N back into the car. "I saw you with him, mon amour," he said as the drove away.

"What? Charles-"

"I'm going to make sure you never do anything like that again." His hand was on her thigh, gripping tight, travelling closer to where she needed him most.

"Charles," she whispered, hiking up the skirt of her dress. Charles' fingers danced across her bare thigh, sending a shiver up her spine.

Charles kept a hold of her hand as he walked her back into the apartment. He pushed the door shut behind them and locked it. There would be no interruptions tonight.

"Get in the bedroom and get that dress off," he said, walking to their kitchen.

Y/N ran off to the bedroom, unzipping and throwing off her dress as she went. She left it in a crumpled pile by the wardrobe and worked on taking off her shoes and underwear. Discarding them in the same manner, she laid back on the bed and stared at the door.

Anticipation was making it all the more exciting. She could hear Charles' shoes clicking against the floor as he approached, making her drip.

When he twisted the handle and pushed the door open, Y/N sat up and stared at him. Charles was still dressed, but his shirt was halfway unbuttoned, showing off his chest.

He was so pretty. So, so pretty.

"I don't like it when people try to take what's mine," he said, his voice low. He shrugged off his jacket and beckoned her closer.

On her hands and knees, Y/N crawled across the bed towards him. Charles pushed her hair behind her ear and tilted her chin up to kiss her. "Si jolie, mon amour. Tellement jolie." (So pretty, my love. So fucking pretty)

Still clothed, Charles pushed her back onto the bed. He ran his hands over her body, over all the places that made her shiver. Over her breasts and down to her core.

His touches were light as he touched her folds. "Charles," she cried, throwing her head back. With one hand he touched her and, with the other, he unbuckled her belt. "Nobody touches my girl," he said through a growl, his touches becoming rougher.

Flipping Y/N over, she pulled his cock from his trousers. Charles lined himself up and entered swiftly. He was still fully clothed, standing over Y/N on her hands and knees.

Charles' thrusts started slow. But they quickly got rougher. Charles had a grip on her hair, holding her up, exposing her throat. His hips were moving at a bruising pace, his thrusts hitting all the right places.

"Oh my," she gasped. "Charles!"

The hand gripping her throat moved around to her neck, pulling her back into her chest. If it wasn't for his grip, Y/N would have fallen forward, allowing her body to be pounded into the sheets. Charles bit and kissed at her shoulder, sucking dark bruises into the place where her shoulder met her neck.

Y/N was lost in a haze of sex and pleasure. She cried his name again ans again, repeating it like a prayer.

When Y/N came undone Charles kept going. He didn't let up on the pace, not until his thrusts became sloppy and his hips stilled against her, spilling his seed inside of her.

For a moment, Charles didn't pull out. He just held Y/N there, his cock buried inside of her. His breathing was erratic, his body sweaty.

"C'est ma gentille fille. Tu as fait du bien pour moi," (That's my good girl. You did so good for me) he whispered, kissing her gently.

Slowly, Y/N pulled away from him. She laid herself on the bed and reached out for Charles, trying to pull him closer. As he came closer, he took off his shirt and his pants discarding them. "I love you," she said, pulling him close for a kiss.

"Let's get you cleaned up," Charles replied, pulling her to her wobbly feet.

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marzipanandminutiae · 3 months

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Do you have any ideas/evidence as to how skirt length varied for women with limps/disabilities? I'm planning and making a historybounding wardrobe for around 1900-1908, and I am feeling the need to make my skirts, instead of instep length, around ankle-bone length or slightly shorter even than that, just so I don't trip and rip my hems out - at my height it's between 32 and 34 inches. I'm using a lot of plates for "Toilettes de jeune femme ou de jeune fille" for inspo because as a petite 24 year old who looks 16, I can still do that. Looking at various photos of actual normal women it wasn't horribly uncommon to make your skirts four or five or even six inches above the ground, but in high fashion I am drawn to the more sporty skirt styles and evening skirts for dancing for this reason. All of the recorded catalogue skirts are made quite long for quite tall people - to be hemmed as desired.

The thermoregulation is so good with historical dress that if I wear certain underwear and layer properly, I don't get full body spasms and pain at the slightest breeze. It's lovely, but I also need to get around effectively.

I'm so glad it works well for you re: thermoregulation! And of course, being in fact a modern lady, you're not bound to strict historical accuracy if you need to modify things to allow for easier movement.

(Even most normal- non-rich, I imagine you mean? -women often wore instep-length skirts, though, with modifications as needed for work and/or sporting activities. That's probably where you're seeing the shorter hems)

Women with mobility issues did exist back then, of course, but I'm afraid I don't know much about how they may have modified their skirts. Princess Alexandra had a limp after a bout of post-partum rheumatic fever left her with a stiff leg in 1867, but her skirts generally seem to be of normal length in photos. Of course, those are official portraits, and her nature as a public figure means that any image of her would be tightly controlled. she couldn't avoid limping in IRL public appearances, though, which I assume is how it was known generally. there's a rumor that ladies began limping on purpose to copy her, for Fashion Reasons, but that sounds a bit far-fetched to me.

I'd imagine that, much like in working situations, the rule was "practicality first?" Sorry I couldn't be more helpful on the history here!

#ask #chasingtheskyline #clothing history #disability history #Edwardian

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ourstaturestouchtheskies · 8 months

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taylor swift lyrics x colors x textiles in art – multicolor

Speak Now – Speak Now // The Princess from the Land of Porcelain – James McNeill Whistler ❤️ Red – Red // Portrait of a Lady in an Embroidered Red and White Lace Dress – unknown artist 🧡 Out of the Woods – 1989 // La Toilette – Gustave Moreau 💛

Paper Rings – Lover // The Shawls of Manila – Fernando Fader 💚 Soon You’ll Get Better – Lover // Portrait of a Lady in a Masquerading Dress – William Larkin 💙 ME! – Lover // Portrait of Isabella Rich – William Larkin

illicit affairs – folklore // The Shawls of Manila – Fernando Fader 💜 tolerate it – evermore // Two Girls in Holiday Costume – Otto Kirberg 💖 ivy – evermore // Two Girls in Holiday Costume – Otto Kirberg 🖤 Question…? – Midnights // Portrait of Maria Theresa of Spain and Her Son in Polish Costume – Charles and Henri Beaubrun 🤍 Bejeweled – Midnights // Portrait of a Young Lady as Ceres – Pierre Mignard

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n4talia-chaparro · 5 days

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FINALLY ITS FINISHED---

And uh yeah another au ramble-

"UGH ANOTHER ONE?! Your au is awful can you not--" I CAN'T LOL 😭-

Here's few things I uh idk. Maybe I can Ramble a bit

Not only does Poopypants own an ice cream trunk by himself, but he also owns an ice cream shop I believe. After giving up on his plan of getting rid of laughter he decided to own a shop a few days later and started gaining money from his work. Later on, Edith visits the place since it is Saturday and no staff members are in school due to a lack of faculty and security. And this is where they meet each other lol. However, Poopypants isn't good at comforting people because he never encountered a lunch lady in his job, especially if she's new there. He tried his best to listen and somehow became sorta neutral with her. They remain as friends tho- somehow she can recognize the trunk and visits him when it's free time.

The idea of him being part of the crew feels weird. It was originally supposed to be with Edith, Toilette, Jerry, and any staff, but if he was involved in the 1st parts of the AU, it would be strange and early for him to appear. I know I already said this a lot, but since the AU is so long, it has sequels or similar to the seasons compared to the original. His casual design isn't bad. It's just that it might be hard for him to be involved in something that he isn't part of, but still recognize the school and see how things have changed.

Forgot to mention he has a house em. I tried to use my imagination and wonder what would it look like if he had a house and had a lab somewhere hidden in there. Sometimes he watches the news. Sometimes he idk. Still in progress.

#natty draws #au artwork #natty rambles #au art #cu tbgdotgp au #cu au #tetocu au #professor poopypants #edith the lunch lady #art #my art #digital artwork #digital artist #ibispaint art #ibis paint x #captain underpants au #au

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josefavomjaaga · 19 days

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Letter from Marie Louise to her father

Written shortly after the "handover" ceremony in Sankt Peter close to Braunau. For this ceremony, a wooden building, divided into three parts (French - neutral - Austrian), had been constructed, usually referred to as the "three pavillions" or "three barracks". The leaders of the two delegations, Berthier and Trautmannsdorf, both signed the contract before the bride was handed over to the buyer bridegroom's delegation.

Dearest Papa! Forgive me for not immediately writing to you yesterday, as I should have done, but the journey, which was a little tiring and long, prevented me from doing so. Through Prince Trautmansdorf I have found another opportunity to write to you once more sincerely, and I am happy to seize it to assure you that I am constantly thinking of you and always will.

"Sincerely" here probably means "without measuring my words because I'm being spied upon by my new entourage".

God has given me the strength to endure happily even the last painful blow, the separation from all my loved ones, in Him alone I have all my trust, He will help me and give me courage, and I will find my reassurance in the consolation of having done my duty to you by making this sacrifice. Yesterday I arrived in Ried very late, still preoccupied with the thought that I might be separated from you forever. Today I arrived at two o'clock in the French camp in the barracks at Braunau, after staying in the Austrian barrack for some time, I moved to a throne in the neutral barracks, after the papers had been read, all my people kissed my hand, at that moment I really didn't know what I was doing, a cold shiver overcame me and I became so upset that the Prince of Neufchatel began to cry.

Which must have been a sight to behold: Berthier crying tears of emotion while his new empress starts to panic and desperately looks around for the emergency exit.

Prince Trautmansdorf handed me over to him [...]

... and a kleenex, too ...

[...] and my entire court was presented to me, oh God, what a difference between the French and Viennese ladies! --- The Queen of Naples came to meet me in the other room, I embraced her, and showed myself remarkably friendly towards her, but I do not quite trust her, I believe that it was not zeal for service alone that was the cause of her journey.

That's a very interesting first assessment of Caroline Murat. Marie Louise may have been less naive than she made herself out to be.

She travelled with me to Braunau, and here I had to hold a two-hour toilette, I assure you that I am already as perfumed as all the other French women.

Apparently, the difference mentioned above was largely attributable to odour.

The Emperor Napoleon has sent me a splendid golden robe, but he has not yet written to me - if I had to leave you, I would much rather be with him than travelling with all those ladies.

That's one thing that will remain true for a large part, I believe. With the one exception of the duchess de Montebello, she did not really appreciate the ladies of the French court (and Louise Lannes she apparently appreciated to some extent because she was not much suited for life at court).

Oh God, how I regret not being able to still spend the happy days with you, only now am I learning to appreciate them. I assure you, dearest Papa, that I am very sad and cannot yet console myself. I hope your catarrh will be completely over; I include you in my prayers every day. Forgive my poor scribbling, but I have so few moments to myself, I will kiss your hands a thousand more times and have the honour of being Dearest Papa! Your most submissive and obedient daughter Louise Braunau 16th March 1810

(Source: Helfert "Maria Louise, Erzherzogin von Österreich, Kaiserin der Franzosen", Wien 1873)

#napoleon's family #secondary empress #marie louise #1810

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randomfoggytiger · 14 days

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Find the Word (Love Themed) tag

Thanks for the tag, @television-overload. Iiiiiiiiiiiiiinteresting!

The rules are simple, find the given words in your writing (WIP, Published, a college essay - it doesn't matter) or something close enough (I think conjugating verbs and finding synonyms are both fair game) share an excerpt, and tag some friends and some new words to play too.

Words for me to find:

Embrace, Feelings, Heart, Kiss, Gaze

Words for you to find:

Heart, Laugh, Gaze, Tickle, Tease

I don't have any WIPs started (because half-finished projects haunt my waking nightmares); but I'll come up with some sentences for ideas I've tucked away for maybe-later:

Embrace

Her name was Avalon. She was a lurid twenty-seven and he a naive eighteen when they met at the McCaw's dinner party, wide smiles wrapped in a clashing fog of eau de toilette. He felt closer to her memory every time he stuck the descriptor "star-crossed lover" onto the unmarked forehead of another pulpy heroine in another failed manuscript.

Feelings

Marriage is waiting at your doorstep.

*****

Rolling his fortune back and forth between her fingers, Phoebe teased, "You know what they say, Love, about putting too much stock in these things."

He relaxed, tried to hide his feelings behind his glass. "I did think you were rather too old to be a blushing bride, Phoebe."

"Darling," she sneered, feeding the mangled cylindrical slip into her candleflame, "everyone's too old to be a blushing bride."

*****

Heart + Gaze

She knew he was waiting just off-stage, the intensity of his gaze following her as one, two, three of the shortest dancing hearts guided her through turns, twirls, and lifts.

Kiss

"It's a magic penny," Chrissy explained patiently. "You give it a kiss first before you flip it. That way, you'll always win at coin tosses."

"Isn't that cheating?" the FBI lady asked, gently lowering herself to the mat.

"It's supposed to do that."

The FBI man chuckled from the corner.

Tagging: @baronessblixen, @suitablyaggrieved, @welsharcher, @agent-troi, @aloysiavirgata, @virtie333, @two-microscopes, @danascullysjournal, @dreamingofscully, @leiascully, @nachosncheeze, @pennyserenade, @skelavender, @storybycorey, @cecilysass,@neednottoneed, @diplomaticprincess, @settle-down-frohike, @invidiosa, and anyone else I may have forgotten. Have at!

#txf #xf fic #xf fanfic #xfiles #x-files #the x files #mine

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gogmstuff · 9 months

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Fashion in 1914 -

1915 (first exhibited) Rose, née Boote, Fourth Marchioness of Headfort by Sir William Orpen (auctioned by Sotheby's) slightly increased exposure 1244X1675.

Left 1914 (July) Another ensemble by Jenny, Les Modes - photo by Félix. From les-modes.tumblr.com/page/18; fixed spots w Pshop 725X1920.

Center 1914 (July) Ensemble by Jenny, Les Modes - photo by Félix. From les-modes.tumblr.com/page/18 696X1920.

Right 1914 (June) Evening gown by Lucile from Les Modes From les-modes.tumblr.com/post/52480680436/evening-gown-by-lucile-les-modes-june-1914; fixed spots & flaws w Pshop 1109X1920.

1914 Doña Ascensión Reynoso Mateo by Enrique Dorda Rodriguez (private collection). From history-of-fashion.tumblr.com/image/125539729854; fixed bigger spots w Pshop 861X1308.

Left 1914 dress for the races. From messynessychic.com/2018/04/27/lovely-ladies-in-lace-at-the-paris-races; removed print with Photoshop and cropped 857X1242.

Right 1914 Les toilettes à Longchamp with umbrellas (Bibliothèque nationale de France - Paris, France). From their Gallica collection 820X1178

1914 Duquesa Sofia de Hohenberg by C. Kofel. From Wikimedia; fixed spots w Pshp 933X1483.Her assassination along with her husband Archduke Ferdinand's in Sarajevo triggered World War 1.

1914 Gazette du Bon Ton "Le Choix Difficile Manteau du soir de Worth" by Boutet-DeMonvel artophile.com 750X1096.

1914 La Inglesa by Ramón Casas (auctioned by Sotheby's). From their Web site 692X1983.

Left 1914 Longchamp, modes aux courses (Bibliothèque nationale de France - Paris, France). From their Gallica collection; removed spots and fixed upper edge with Photoshop 834X1261.

Right 1914 Longchamp, modes aux courses small hat and blouson bodice (Bibliothèque nationale de France - Paris, France). From their Gallica collection; removed spots with Photoshop 787X1287.

1914 Mlle. Gabrielle Dorziat by Robert Sauber (location ?). From jeannepompadour.tumblr.com/post/120549819170/mlle-gabrielle-dorziat-by-robert-sauber-1914 via pinterest.com/tailleboisfabienne00/peintures/ 1053X1920.

Left 1914 Mode à Longchamp (Bibliothèque nationale de France - Paris, France). From their Gallica collection 821X1201.

Right 1914 Modes du Derby à Chantilly (Bibliothèque nationale de France - Paris, France). From their Gallica collection; removed spots and flaws with Photoshop 936X1181.

Left 1914 Parisian fashion of the end of the Belle Époque 0. From yadi.sk/a/bVdkli-N3ZRDZc 819X1191.

Right 1914 Parisian fashion of the end of the Belle Époque 1 (1). From yadi.sk/a/bVdkli-N3ZRDZc 825X1181.

1914 Parisian fashion of the end of the Belle Époque 1 (8). From yadi.sk/a/bVdkli-N3ZRDZc 1096X847.

Left 1914 Les Modes Art Nouveau style Robe du Soir by Baron Christoff von Drecoll. From tumblr.com/mote-historie/732354780761079808/robe-du-soir-par-drecoll-les-modes-paris-1914?source=share&.

Center 1914 (August issue) La Gazette du Bon Ton L'Arbre de Science (The Tree of Science), Robe du Soir de Georges Doeuillet by George Barbier. From tumblr.com/mote-historie/730912140703268864/george-barbier-larbre-de-science-robe-du-soir?source=share&.

Right 1914 1914 La Femme Chic à Paris by Souchel. From tumblr.com/fashionsfromthepast/744198373624725504? 1802X2381.

Left 1914 Parisian fashion of the end of the Belle Époque 1 (1). From yadi.sk/a/bVdkli-N3ZRDZc 825X1181.

Right 1914 Parisian fashion of the end of the Belle Époque 1 (26). From yadi.sk/a/bVdkli-N3ZRDZc 679X1025.

1914 (January issue) Femina illustration by Georges Lepape. From tumblr.com/mote-historie/731824161202307072/georges-lepape-fantasie-sur-fantaisies-la?source=share& 1158X659. A satirical opinion of Poiret Sorbet style?

#1914 fashion #Belle Époque fashion #Edwardian fashion #dress for the races #Rose Boote #Ascensión Reynoso Mateo #Gabrielle Dorziat #Sophie von Hohenberg #Drecoll #evening dress #Doeuillet #Barbier #Lepape #Poiret

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thegoldensanctuary · 2 years

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Queen Marie Leczinska's Toilette in Versailles

The Queen had the habit of waking up early, after leaving bed she used to take a simple dress and attend an early morning mass, she would then return in her apartments alone and play music or read. At half past twelve an entire crowd would enter into her apartments, it was time for her public toilette! A table with a mirror would be brought and her silver gilded service would be placed on it. The toilette ceremony had NOTHING to do with what we associate modern day toilets, it was in fact the act of being washed up(the hands and face mostly) and then getting ready for the day. Lady's in waiting would wash the Queen's hands and face, apply her makeup, do her hair and put on her dress by order of seniority.All that in front of an assembly of women from the court. During the process the Queen would say a few words and a unique compliments to each lady in waiting. She would then go a second time to a mass-a royal one this time- accompanied by her household, but,unlike the first mass of the day, she would appear in full court attire sitting at the royal Balcony next to her husband the King.

The original silver gilded toilet Service of Queen Marie Leczinska has disappeared therefore when recreating it I decided to get my inspiration from certain containers that were part of a silver gilded coffee set that did belong to her, of course in did alter them to better fit with their toilet service purpose.

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verena-targaryen-writes · 9 months

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PAWN IN THEIR GAMES

The British Royal Family want to find a man who is worthy enough to rule with the Crown Princess Victoria Windsor, and the perfect match is no one but Prince Aemond Targaryen of France. Their union was made to give more support to Aemond's claim to the France throne. Until the union was stopped due to Aemond making a mistake to aggravate the status of the British. She supports Rhaenyra's claim as person who is meant for the throne. (Remember that none of this is historically accurate)

TW- Slut-shaming

Multiple characters x OC

"Lady Annabelle of House Smith." The announcer spoke as Lady Annabelle walked in and sat with the Crown Princess who was wait eagerly for her arrival at her chambers

"Hello, Victoria, how have you been?" Lady Annabelle asked as she rested her back on the chair, happier than usual as she just got an estate of land from the King, who was Victoria’s father

"Hello, Lady Annabelle. No, I've not been good as Lady Viserra asked for my father's hand, I could not believe that woman only used me as a pawn in her game," Victoria replied, sipping on the Japanese Black Tea customized for herself. She never felt comfortable with talking to people who call her Victoria, but Lady Annabelle was an elder and like a mother to her and her miserable self, so she allowed her to use only Victoria. Which was a privilege to most people

"Victoria, it's the time men dominate the world. We just try to build a window in our cage and deal with every thing. Lady Viserra was not as bad as Lady Maria Danbury, remember that," Lady Annabelle stated, she was right. That woman lied that Victoria tried to burn her alive with her child, who was a bastard from Lord Treddors

"You are going to be betrothed to the Crown Prince of France, I heard." Victoria groaned, she hated the talk of a big alliance to someone, especially a man who is about to rule a country which named them "toilettes"

"I hate it, Lady Annabelle! It's so infuriating that all they ask now is "do you have a child yet?" or "Is England going have an heir or are you just going to end the monarchy with Queen Victoria?". I cannot deal with those ugly people who think they know us." Lady Annabelle laughed, the princess was a disciple of hers and a very ambitious woman, whoever gets betrothed to her was lucky

“Tis it true then? You’re betrothed to the Crown Prince of France?”

Reynolds, Victoria sworn shield who was a blue coat, arrived. He huffed "Madam, the King has requested a ball for your betrothal with Crown Prince Aemond Targaryen," this statement made Lady Annabelle get her answer

"I will be there," Victoria said to Reynolds, initialing for him to leave her alone, which he did after a few minutes of silence

"Wear a good dress!" Lady Annabelle said as she left her and strolled out of her room to go to her estate, looking like she just got married to the richest man in England

"Her Royal Highness, Victoria, the Princess of Wales. Daughter of King Henry the IX of Great Britain," The announcer did his job as Victoria strutted in the ball room, greeting the lords and the ladies of the realm

"I have invited you all here for my daughter's betrothal, there are many people from France here. Now, you may all dance with anyone!" the King, her father, announced as he fell back on the throne

They all danced around like a usual ball, until Victoria came face to face with another man. He had a very sharp jaw and only one purple eye

"You look like you want to escape this."

"You too"

"You want to sneak out of here and get out of this castle?" Victoria asked, guiding him out of the main dance, which included switching partners and she didn’t want to

He raised his eyebrows “How do you predict exactly, Lady-?”

“If I introduce myself to you right now. You would not want to run away from here,” she said, a statement to which he laughed

“My dear, let me say that it’s the same for you,” he laughed, making her roll her eyes at him

“Well, in the holdfast that Henry VIII had makes a very good escape from here,” she grabbed a chalice of wine gulping it, his face turned into a questioning look

“How do you know?” He asked, looking down at her face

“None of your business, my prince,” she replied, moving a little closer to the guy whose eye widened in shock

“How did you know that?” He asked. “Your closet proves the fact that you’re not a noble man or some rich lord, so I assumed. Where are you from, if you say here, I know you’re lying,”

“Fine, I’m Prince Aemond Tar-“

Victoria choked on the wine due to that statement about himself. “You’re Prince Aemond?” “See, I told you that you’d be shocked,”

“It’s an honor to speak to the man who’s going to be our next king,” Victoria mentally scoffed at her own words. They were both disloyal to their betrothed

“You are from here?” He asked her, as he itched his hair

“Yes, I am a friend of the royal family,” she said, smiling falsely at him

“I have no intention to make any statements about the situation regarding my betrothal,” Aemond told, according to Victoria, he shouldn’t be confessing that to a woman who has never even told her name to him

“Why say it to me?” Victoria asked, sounding ‘pleased’ at his words

“I have no intention to make any statements about the situation regarding our betrothal, right Victoria?” Aemond smirked, which caused her eyes to widen

“How did you know? I thought I hid it so well,” Victoria yelled, making Aemond laugh as he predicted it was her from the start of their little act

“You were not quite stealthy in hiding your anger when I mentioned our betrothal, madam,” he leaned on the wall, smirking at her.

“Tis not my fault but it’s my father’s, he told me that I had to marry you and then proceed to produce heirs so that France and Britain could have a chance of being together again. Our monarchy wouldn’t ‘fall’” she unintentionally dragged her hand from her fact to her neck

“Wait, what about our first born? We are crown princess and prince, we will ascend as Queen and King of England and France. Our first born will-“

She coughed “The King or Queen of England and France,”

“Which means our empires will unite,” he ended

“We will be a start of an empire bigger than the world itself,” Victoria smiled, as she hugged him. Aemond hugged back after staying still for a few seconds

“So, now what? We wanted to run away and now we’re talking to each other,” he said, placing his hands on her waist

She felt shivers as she felt his hands. “My father is going to be so proud of he knows about this,” she said, finger pointing to him and then her

“Now, tell me about yourself, Victoria Windsor,” Aemond said, smiling to himself

“Well, my mother died in childbirth and my father was so upset about her death that he almost forgot about my existence until a maid told him that I was crying and needed milk,” she began, her eyes closing due to the fear of tears

“I was crowned Princess of Wales and I was the first Regnant Princess of Wales in my own right. My whole life I never even had a nice talk with my father and Lady Annabelle was the one to help me through all the pain and challenges I had in life that my relationship with my father was easily broken down. My betrothal with you was my last straw because I thought you were some fat prince who would tell me to lie there and take it,” she finished, the ending making him laugh loudly

“Listen Vicky, I would never tell you to lie there and take it, okay? My name is now in your heart and I hope you see me as a friend or more than someone you are destined to marry,” he comforted her by putting a hand on her shoulder

“Fine, now tell me about you, Aemond Targaryen.”

“I was crowned Dauphin Of France when I was a twelve year old, skipping my half-sister who was Dauphine Of France before but was a woman who wasn’t present to the public. So, my family decided to skip my brother and sister, who were born before me. My sister is a dreamer and my brother is too much of a drunkard for ruling a country. My mother was the only one who cared about me and my grandfather was greedy and wanted me to make him hand off the king. I’m pretty sure my sister and her husband will start a war once my father rots and dies and I become King of France” he ended just like her, making her hug him for all he’s been through

“Your country will be associated with the greatest nation of the world! You would have the Queen of England as wife and you’ll have more people supporting you rather than an usurper,” she encouraged, making him want to take her right then and there

Victoria noticed his eyes darkening. “I like how your eyes darken for no reason,” she said, making him mentally scoff as he knew exactly why his eyes were darkening

“Well, we should go and join the ball before my father announces our names,” Aemond nodded at her and then they walked to the ballroom

“Crown Prince Aemond Targaryen of France and Crown Princess Victoria Windsor,”

“Victoria! Ah, I see you’ve already met your betrothed!” Her father exclaimed happily, the joy of seeing his daughter with a man of his choice made him happier than ever

“Yes, Your Majesty. We have met each other and we like each other very much and we want to ask you to marry,” Aemond said, Victoria happily smiling at him as he spoke

“If you both are willing, Prince Aemond, you shall stay and be wed in the morning,” the King smiled as he led a woman to dance with him

“Well, we shall be husband and wife in a day? Oh gods, I remember not wanting to even see you today and to run away with some poor lord and now I’m marrying you happily,” Victoria laughed as she and Aemond danced together

“Oh, go to your poor lord!” Aemond threw her away from him, her taking that jokingly launched herself at him

“Now, you cannot let me go, my prince,” she said as she was sitting on him, her legs around his waist

He licked his lips as he smiled. “I never thought I could find someone who understood me and my feelings. Now, I think I have found them,”

“Do you truly mean that?” She asked. “So humans don’t fly?” He said in fake astonishment, twirling her around

“You look like you’re straight from a little girls fairytale book,” she complimented him with grace, making him laugh

“You look like the protagonist of a little girl’s fairytale book, my princess,”

"No, I do not look like a-

"You are and you do," Aemond smirked, as she soon realized she was a 'princess'

"Well, I now am calling it a night," the King plumped back on his throne as Aemond and Victoria separated from themselves

Everybody bowed to him as they left the ballroom, while the King told Aemond and Victoria to wait

"I am so delighted that both of you are satisfied with each other and all. Your marriage will be scheduled to the day after your birthday, Victoria. Your father is going to arrive here, yes?" Aemond nodded. "I will plan the decors and everything else with your father and your mother

"Then, we shall return to each other's chambers them, right father?" the King nodded and Aemond immediately dropped her hand, leaving to his chambers. Victoria didn't quite think that much about it as she left to her chambers

"Her Royal Highness, Crown Princess Victoria Windsor."

"Hello, Victoria. Did you sleep well?" Lady Annabelle asked but soon hugged her as she noticed the dry tears

"I thought- I thought he was a really nice person," she cried in Lady Annabelle's arms as she lost her balance

"What happened, sit down," Lady Annabelle got her servant to place a chair very easily in Victoria's reach as Lady Annabelle made her sit down in the chair and brushing her lamp as she sat down in her own chair. "Now, dear, tell me."

"I thought the Crown Prince was a really nice person because I talked with him yesterday and he was really nice and kind. I was walking to meet with his parents today as he was talking to some men calling me a 'easy whore'

"Did your father do anything about him then?" Lady Annabelle asked, distressed seeing her non-biological daughter crying in her arms

“No, just told him to leave with his family after I told him about what he did. God, I hope his half-sister usurps him, she deserves the throne more than a cunt like him. I would even help her and she would be supported by the whole of Great Britain,” Lady Annabelle laughed as she hugged her tightly

“Do not worry, dear. France will destroy themselves with the civil war which will arise,” Lady Annabelle comforted her. “You can pick a side and you can choose his half-sister’s. He lied to you about that. His maternal side, the Hightowers planned to make his drunken cunt of a brother to usurp the throne, but he was more responsible than his brother so they forged a ‘confirmation’ from his sick father,”

“How do you know so much about that?” Lady Annabelle smiled as she said “I love the history of France and especially the Targaryens,”

“Well, that’s good then,” Victoria stopped crying as Lady Annabelle spoke “The Targaryens had so much usurpers, council members making the sons King and not the daughters Queen, shaming warrior queens or women. Our royal family problems and usurping is nothing compared to theirs,”

“Well, that is very good for them. As most of them are probably cunts,” Victoria laughed as Lady Annabelle hit her lightly. “Who taught you to speak like that? That is no way a Lady or a Crown Princess would speak in that manner!”

“I apologize, Lady Annabelle,”

"I shall accept this nice apology of yours, dear Victoria" Lady Annabelle said as she bowed in a royal manner of her own

"Then we are friends again, I suppose?" Victoria laughed as she got of their little role-playing

Lady Annabelle smiled "I must admit, I like the woman you have grown to become, dear Victoria,"

"Thank you, Lady Annabelle"

"You shall be a good Queen"

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lovekitten-66 · 8 months

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Wedding gown

A while ago I was dating an older guy. I was 21 he was 57 years old. Still fit and an awesome lover so far. He liked playing Daddy and Daughter in the bedroom and he was a horny guy. He had very good stamina and could go on for hours if he wanted to.

One day he had a special suprise for me. He took me shopping regularly so I didnt think much about it in the beginning. He told me to dress in a skirt and a croptop. I knew he liked easy access to my body if he got horny he wanted me to be naked quickly, plus he liked playing with me when in town. Like making me orgasm on a lift or a quickie in a toilette.

He always liked to take me lingerie shopping and he had fucked me in a changing cabin a few times already. But this day he took me into a bridal gown boutique.

I was confused but when I asked he told me to shut up and be patient. And I did.

He went to the nice lady in the store and told her: "My little girl here ist getting married in a few weeks and needs a gown."

He liked acting like my real father in public so that didnt surprised me, but I still didnt understand. But I trusted my Daddy.

So we searched for a Dress for me. Well it was mostly Daddy searching. A few poofy princess dresses and some more fitting and tight ones.

Then he showed the lady a picture and asked her if they had a dress like that. I didnt see the pic mostly because I was occupied looking at all those beautiful dresses and because Daddy wanted it to be a suprise.

I tried many dresses on, Daddy insisting on helping me. The lady was confused and told him it really was unusually for the bridesfather to do that. But he convinced her and helped me into the dresses.

"You like your suprise shopping day Babydoll?" He asked cupping my breast and kissing me quickly.

"Yes Daddy!" I said truthfully.

"Seeing you in those dresses makes me hard as fuck princess. You look so fuckable." He was touching me in the cabin like crazy, sometimes pinching my nipples or fingering me a few seconds. I was a horny and wet mess after the fifth dress.

Then he got the suprise dress he even put blindfold over my eyes so it really would be a suprise for me.

So I just felt him opening my bra and sliding my string down my legs to take it off too. Than I heard how he took the dress and laid it out on the floor.

He carefully guided me to step into the dress and used that time to glide with his hands over my whole body making me shiver.

"Oh yes Baby, I know you feel it too. I know you want It just as much as I do." He started sliding the dress up my body.

I felt his lips kissing a path above than the silk of the dress gliding over my shivering hot and now needy body. Hugging me like a glove.

When he reached my shoulders he closed the dress in the back so I already knew it was a strapless one. He hugged me from behind pressing his growing boner into my back and sliding his hands into the dress to groped my boobs hard.

"Your such a pretty bride Baby. Your husband is going to be really lucky. But not as lucky as me. Because I will fuck you in this dress so you will always think about me when you wear it and see the pictures of it and I will fuck you on the wedding day right before the ceremony so you will marry filled with the cum of your Daddy and I will fuck you right before you leave for your wedding night so your husbands thinks you wet for him but your just filled with cum from your Daddy." He slide the dress up and started sliding his fingers over my hot and dripping wet pussy. Gently rubbing my clit. I gasped from the sensation but he quickly covered my mouth with his other hand. "Shhh Babygirl! Hmm you feel so good. And your so wet for Daddy." With that he pushed his fingers deep into my wanting pussy.

I gasped into his hand and rubbed myself over his other hand on my pussy.

"Hmm yes Tash. I will make you mine finally?" My mind was so cloudy from the sensation that I nearly missed he calling me Tash. Now my brain clicked. Tash like Natasha his only daughter, I never met her in person but he told me a few times how similar we are. She was married and moved away for her husband, thats why he saw her almost never anymore. But I saw pictures of her. And one in particular. She in her wedding gown. A silk strapless gown that hugged her beautiful body and made her look stunning, 'fuckable' apparently for her Daddy.

I freezed immediately but that didnt stop Daddy.

He took of my blindfold and stuffed it into my mouth to keep me shut.

I saw myself the first time. Yeah excatly the same dress as his daughter. But it looked really beautiful. My hard nipples clearly visibel under the silk. And watching how he opened his pants and lifting my leg, presenting me my wet pussy in the mirrow made me filled with lust again.

He wanted to imagine fucking his daughter in her bridal gown while fucking me senseless the way I know he could? I didnt saw a problem there. I knew he could get me off in no time with at least two orgasm and we both loved public sex in a changing cabin.

He pushed the dress under my boobs before he grabbed around my waist und hold my leg in the position he wanted then he guided his bare member into my waiting hole.

"Hmm oh yes Baby your so tight. Tell me is it good for you. Isnt it what you always wanted to get fucked my Daddy?" He grabbed my face and forced me to look at the mirrow "Look how Daddy is fucking you. Hmm yes thats it Baby, stretching you so good. Breaking you in for your hubby even thought we both know he will never be as good as I am. And you will come back to me to be fucked by your old Daddy again and again." He pressed sloppy kisses on my shoulder and neck.

I wasnt sure if he did forget that he muted me with the blindfold so I couldnt tell him anything but I figured after a little bit he didnt care. He could hear my muffled moans and fucked me harder each time he could feel me trembling when he hit my spot inside.

"Oh Baby. Daddy is coming. I will fill you up so good. I breed a real baby inside of you. A baby in my Babygirl. Ahhh fuck.. hmmmm ..." and with that he shot his big load inside of me.

And with the flick of his fingers against my clit an orgasm washed over me. And both my juice and his sperm was running down my leg.

It took us a few minutes to recover and when we did helped me out of the dress and told me to get dresses, stuffed himself inside his pants again and left the cabin.

I got dressed quickly without my underwear that he apparently took from me. And came after him.

The Lady from the shop had a deep blush on her face as I saw her at the counter, asuming she must have had heard something. I didnt care.

Daddy was at the counter too paying for something and I saw how that woman packed up the silk dress and handed it to Daddy. I squealed excited and run over to Daddy hugging him and kissing him all over the face. I didnt cared what the woman thought about us. He grabbed my ass under my skirt and moved his fingertips inside my still dripping pussy.

"I just had to buy it Darling. Your just so beautiful in it!" With that he pressed his fingers deep again in my pussy knowing he meant 'fuckable'.

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ominoose · 6 months

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There are times where I get so insecure about my size that I just start thinking about Steven comforting me and telling me how much he loves my body. You know, just to feel better about myself.

I know Steven is an Egyptologist, but I think he'd know quite a few things about Greek Mythology too, and working at a Museum meant he probably admired tons of other statues and paintings.

Such as Crouching Venus:

Or Young Woman at Her Toilette by Giovanni Bellini

These two examples aren't leaning towards plus size bc I couldn't think of other art examples off the top of my head but anyway;

I whole-heartedly believe Steven Grant, exposed to the different and at times curvier bodies of women frozen in time at the museum such as the larger ladies of the Victorian Era or the curvier Greek Goddesses, finds comfort and love in such body types.

Steven is a man that seeks comfort, warmth, safety. That can be found in any body type, but as someone who finds those traits the most in plumper bodies, I'm saying he does too. Where else is heaven if not nestled within the arms and stomach of a plush, soft, woman?

#omiasks

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thejazzera · 1 month

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Jazz Age Hair Illustrations, 1920s

Top left: The Hair.

Top right: "The Beauty of Grey Hair

Thanks to her sophisticated charm, a carefully picked wardrobe and assiduous care the grey haired woman can be charming. Pity the poor deluded woman who weeps over her jet black hair, because she didn't realize gray hair is much more distinguished. The pot of hair dye did its job -- and deprived her of her greatest beauty." Illustration signed C.A.

Bottom: 1920 illustrations. "Paris Does Astonishing Experiments in Hair-Dressing No two heads should look alike -- no woman should wear the same hair-do for two days in a row.

(Left) The revival of dresses in the Princess of Clèves style naturally caused the return of these hair-dos, where braids are used in an unheard of and spectacular way.

(Middle) This new invention, the electric perm, was such a useful innovation in the field of the toilette that even a woman whose hair is smooth and silky can make a hair-do such as this one, even if it's likely that in time she'll give it up.

(Right) Due to high collars one should expect tall hair-dos, where hair is lifted up, so as to free the neck. But ladies will not renounce as easily to "poufs" over the ears."

Scanned from Bronwen Meredith's "Vogue Body and Beauty Book" 1977.

#Jazz Age Hair Illustrations #1920s #fashion #magazine #art deco

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A funny little story about Napoleon,

Being one day in the Empress's chamber while she was dressing, he accidentally trod on the foot of the lady who presided at the toilette, and immediately cried out as though he had himself been hurt. "What is the matter?" inquired the empress anxiously. "Nothing, nothing" he replied whilst he burst into a fit of laughter. "I trod on the lady's toe and I cried out only to prevent her from doing so. You see my plan succeeded." - On Napoleon

(painting by Arthur David McCormick)

#Napoleon Bonaparte #History #napoleonic #Painting

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n4talia-chaparro · 10 months

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Ladies and Gentlemen....I present you....woman. ok ok I'll stop LOL

Contains: toxic relationship (?), mention of eating disorder (BED/ binge eating disorder?), etc

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✧ ┊• Also known as Krupp's first ex. She's an ex-worker who used to work as a lunch lady at Jerome Horwitz. Although she isn't that good at focusing on her job, she is a sweet angel.

✧ ┊• Her favorite color is blue! Always spends more time with the flowers and watching the sun fade away on afternoon all by herself.

✧ ┊• She loves butterflies- especially if it's blue or any color that match her eyes or interests.

✧ ┊• According to Ms. Anthrope, Edith retired or was forced to leave the job after a big fight and argument in the office.

- Half of the staff members have seen her packing her stuff before leaving the job. They asked her what happened but they didn't get any response from her. The only thing they noticed is the way she hides the bruises inside her gloves and watery eyes. Yet no response or any info about Edith.

- 3/5 months or weeks later after the event (which of course she was not involved in those terrible situations), she met the Toilette in the supermarket. They haven't seen each other since the last time she worked in the school. The janitor explained a few stuff and asked her if she wanted to help the others, to which she agreed and returned to her job later on.

✧ ┊• Some students see Edith as a single mom. Well, I mean. Maybe a kind lady but a mom figure??? Um silly and funny not gonna lie.

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✧ ┊• Edith is sensitive to yelling and insults. Well, loud noises/sounds, especially sensitive and unexpected topics, if you get what I mean.

✧ ┊• She loves sweets and soft marshmallows but she's scared to gain weight. Sweets can easily distract her soo..

✧ ┊• Doesn't like showing too much skin or wearing something that makes her uncomfortable such as pants, shorts, sleeveless shirts, tank top t-shirts, swimsuits, etc. Edith would always feel uncomfortable and always insecure about her appearance and weight.

✧ ┊• Speaking of insecurities, sweets, and stuff, she suffers from a binge eating disorder due to anxiety, low self-esteem, dieting, and stuff.

- feels guilty for not being good enough. Krupp would constantly body-shame her and tell her how gross and fat she looks with the stretch marks on her thighs and stomach. Judging her appearance, blaming her because of her weight and telling her that she isn't good enough and no man will love her if she doesn't lose weight.

- And because of that, she doesn't feel comfortable around everyone. She hates feeling like she was being watched or might see being gossiping about her appearance. No matter where she goes (work, camping, beaches, pools, probably mall or any place) people will always look at her with disgust. After all, since she's helping Toilette and the other staff, she had to face her fear and wear something for the summer camp. She isn't a fan of summer or camping but it's fun when it comes to doing activities with the children.

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✧ ┊• I'm not sure if she is an alien in this AU or not but possibly. I mean having an alien in the middle of a murder scene caused by her human ex who's principal?? I don't know. An Alien in a cringy and horror au doesn't fit well.

✧ ┊• Edith doesn't mind keeping her eyes on the kids. Some of them are hard for her to supervise, while half of them are calm. George on the other hand is hard to deal with sometimes. Edith doesn't have any against George but oh boy the kid weird

Meanwhile, Harold is just damn. Idk. Edith is too kind to the kids alright idk what to type here.

✧ ┊• ehhh Edith sometimes prefers to be alone for a bit. However, she did miss her job a lot but being a lunch lady can be difficult.

Edith would always stay in the kitchen for a few minutes to have some time. Even tho the kitchen seems fucked up she didn't care. It makes her a little bored whenever she has to wait for the kids to come out of their class. She always had fo heat up the food in case. (????)

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✧ ┊• Her relationship with people is just new to her. After being kicked out of her job for months she has met new people so far after meeting Toilette.

- Jerry: oh boy that's gotta be silly. A normal person would help her out with the stuff. But she isn't good at talking to him, knowing she never met someone this clumsy and too protective to the kids.

- Toilette: well I mean they did meet each other and had a normal talk so obviously they are friends. (?)

- Other staff members: HMMMM...sure they are chill around her.

- Mr. Krupp: fuck. Uh how do I explain this, of course, that's her damn ex but look hear me out it was very obvious Krupp would be a terrible person to her so idk. Uhhh maybe they will meet again and idk. Will Edith ever like forgive him? Yeah no fuck that maybe Krupp will murder her.

- Cap: DAAAAMMN...UHH LOOK I MEAN. After Toilette explains that Cap and Krupp don't share the same body and don't need to bring Cap with a single snap. Edith kinda....look you won, she has a little TOO MUCH feeling for him, and uh idk they are both dating or not.

-Cash Networth: I know he's supposed to be in the sequel (2nd part of the AU) but screw it. Her relationship with Cash is so chill. He doesn't mind being around her as long things don't get too freaky.

- Lavatore: uh- (look I know he's supposed to be in the sequel too like Cash but uhhh. He is part of the sequel and he was shown half of the 1st part of the au) they don't really talk to each other or anything so. No rivals no anything just chilled.

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✧ ┊• Despite Edith struggling with an eating disorder, she was also showing some sign of well...

How about a hint:

mood swings, nausea, food craving and aversion, fatigue, weight gain, feeling tired, ETC (NO CHEATING Y'ALL IT'S A SILLY GUESSING GAME, SHHH.💀-)

Some people like Cash or Meaner don't have any idea why Edith acts the way she is, although they can't judge her for that, they would notice her appearance is slowly changing and becoming a little bigger compared to her normal weight. (Edith is around 132 IBS or something im not good at guessing weight.)

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✧ ┊• Like I said her relationship with her ex was never that good in the first place. However, her thoughts on Krupp are different. For her is that he's a complete sicko. Well, also an asshole. Her ex always talks smack behind her back and gives her unwanted criticism for her weight, always comparing her to a cow or pig. (NAH MOTHERFUCKER LOOK WHO'S TALKING TO WITH YOUR HUMPY DUMPY LOOKING ASS)

The amount of hypocrisy that she's seeing is just goofy. She would hit him with a pan if he ever touch her or idfk. Like I said and I'll repeat this for the 157539th fucking time. Their relationship is unhealthy and stupid just because Krupp finds her heavy. Edith felt jealous and scared to have another relationship with someone after finding out her ex is with Ms. Yewn, she did get jealous because of her, sure maybe that's why she's always insecure cuz she's not skinny enough like HER. But oh well. Edith would fucking kick him out of her house whenever he enters it-

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✧ ┊• Her favorite song to listen to is Lofi, well also listening to the sounds of the ocean at the beach. Even tho eating the amount of food is the new way to comfort herself (a horrible coping mechanism I suppose), the music can sometimes make her feel better.

- and she loves signing during the camp event, I guess uhhhh.

✧ ┊• She loves yogurt and cake- (mostly cheesecake 👁👁). Sometimes she makes them for the children during the activities- I suppose she likes sharing stuff. 🏃‍♀️💨 let's be honest, Edith just wanted to see the kids happy, unlike her ex 🧍‍♀️

✧ ┊• what the dog d- I MEAN *AGGRESSIVE COUGHING* Edith might be Bi or straight idfk uhh idk. Maybe she's bi.....*vine boom* wo-woman kisser too..? 😟😟 *vine boom 2x*

✧ ┊• Would constantly try a different type of haircut to see which one suits her but uh idk. She's not good at making haircuts. She's scared to cut half of her hair and make it ugly so she prefer not to change that style.

✧ ┊• Her favorite aesthetic are: cottagecore, peach, art hor (yeah those two are "aesthetic" according to "Aesthetic list" on wiki i-), carnivalcore, cutecore, and angelcore-

✧ ┊• She loves pastel colors :00

#captain underpants #captain underpants au #cu tbgdotgp au #cu au #edith the lunch lady #the epic tales of captain underpants #gp!krupp

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