#attire-of-a-harlot

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The Attire of a Harlot distinquishes between modest dress for women versus those who dress like prostitutes revealing their bodies in ways that are not biblical.Some preachers characterize any women who wears, gold, lipstick, wigs, padding for certain body parts, jewelry, etc. are the same as prostitutes. Click this link to check out our book, "Have You Spoken In Tongues?"

#1-peter-3-5 #1-timothy-2-9-10 #attire-of-a-harlot #dress-modestly #godly-women #lipstick #proverbs-7 #wearing-gold #women's-dress

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Two Women - Two Jerusalems

Two Women – Two Jerusalems

The first women is believing Israel: The church of Philadelphia, and is also referred to as “the Bride”: Revelation 12:6And the woman fled into the wilderness, where she hath a place prepared of God, that they should feed her there a thousand two hundred and threescore days. Believing Israel will bring forth her Messiah once again – she brought him into the world firstly as both Man and God,…

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#Antichrist #Jerusalem #Priestly attire #Purple #Revelation #The Beast #The Bride #the colour of royalty #The harlot #Tribulation

[maddsmallow]

my commission for @anonymousedward of a scene from their stupid, sexy hank series. had to go with the bbq scene and hank being a harlot for drinking from such a phallic glass!!! (it's just a beer bottle LMAO) i am loving this little series and i can't wait for more, and i had so much fun working on this!

be sure to check out my ☕️ (link in pinned post) for c/mmission info! direct link and full size image link in reblogs

ps: please direct all grievances about connor's attire to ed LMAO while they were explaining his fit to me, i was just like dear god leave this man some dignity 💀💀 but ed said NOPE, and honestly we love them for that 🤣🤣❤️

#detroit become human #dbh connor #dbh hank #hankcon #hank x connor #detroit: become human #connor rk800 #rk800 #hank anderson #dbh hank anderson #hannor #conhank #dbh fanart #dbh #d:bh #my art #the blogger says words #ed loved the bishi sparkles in their other art for the series so you KNOW i had to add some too

[2-dsimp]

The Boss would be estatic about how his cute little influencer darling was making a big impact in the cosplay community. And would absolutely be stalking your page in order to claim the pleasure of commenting first. Without fail on every gold mine of content you post on your main account.

Displaying Typical obsessed fanboy behavior as he drools over your attire with a proud lovesick expression. Which on the outside it looks as if Danny’s a demented psychopath plotting on his next victim because of the unhinged giddy cackles escaping from under his breath. While his dexterous fingers rapidly spam liked, repost, and commented on every piece of content he could find.

Unbeknownst to his digression The boss was met with an exasperated sigh from the Strategist that was sipping his morning black coffee. And an heavy eye roll from the Medic who idly examined some syringes laced with cyanide. Both of them were pretty much over it, with how much of a whipped boot licking fool Danny became when it came to his darling. That he worshipped like the holy grail.

“Is it bad that I almost feel some pity for that cheeky brat, Bjorn?”

Koji chuckled darkly not sparing a glance towards his prim and proper colleague who casually typed out his annual to do list. Making sure to be meticulous in his planning within the notes app.

“If you didn’t you’d be even more of a heartless harlot then you already are, Koji. Let’s just hope that the tech addict doesn’t get caught too soon”

Bjorn lamented while he gulped the rest of his coffee down, before setting it down neatly in the sink making sure to clean it before he left the building to go visit his favorite barista.

From another part in town The Hacker sneezed obnoxiously, feeling albeit apprehensive. As he had a sinking feeling that his little free time to spare was going to get robbed the moment he stepped inside the Boss’s office to report on an intel mission being successful.

In favor of boosting Danny’s darling main account as if you weren’t already getting enough traction with your top notch cosplays. Ultimately acting upon the whims of a Boss who’s unwavering admiration for his beau knew know bounds.

#Danny the boss #Bjorn the strategist #Yujin the hacker #Koji the medic #yandere x you #yandere imagines #yandere male x reader #yandere drabble #yandere male #yandere scenarios #yandere oc #yandere x reader #yandere blurb #yandere hitman #yandere boss #yandere medic #yandere strategist #the boss #the medic #the strategist #yandere concept #yandere community #yanderecore #yandere content

[creampie-capital]

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Do not steal, copy, or repost anywhere. My work is currently on both CREAMPIE_CAPITAL on wattpad and Imtropicalbaby on Quotev. If posted on another account or website, please report and notify me immediately. Now onto the story :)

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snarls beneath its breath, which provokes shivers throughout your spine. That wasn't human, not even close to something even a god can produce. It was so quiet, like a whisper in the air, yet it provoked all hair to stand on end. 

"Do not disappoint." Otto's words are hushed in your head, a mere quiet murmur that was nothing short of an order. 

Before you have the chance to respond, your body is hauled upwards to your bare feet with the loincloth and skirt from before now adorning your bottom. You glanced around, noticing that you were alone before touching your cheeks which were void of tears and smudged eyeliner; however, the folds of your feminity still retained the thick, sweet slick from your arousal. 

The ultimate being could have cleaned it away but had not, as if to torture you with that throbbing heat beneath. Or perhaps to provoke your head to cloud with desire and throw yourself to your new target like a harlot.

Another knock steals your attention, which spurs you to clear your throat and saunter over. It's another performance, another rendition to become the most desirable being to the god of death for the entertainment of Otto. 

Upon opening the door to your room, you have to crane your neck to meet molten golden eyes shielding in the shade of the encrusted jackal headpiece.

Something tingles in the air; his radiance and unearthly presence suffocating. The pressure is nearly overbearing, thickening the air to spur you to struggle to breathe naturally. He is infused with power, an existence that should not even exist but does against all odds.

His expression is nonexistent, with a face impassive and stony. He refrains from speaking first as though he awaits for you to...

Oh...

"My lord." You welcome, head dipping down to bow in abasement. "I humbly greet you." 

Something in the back of your head digs its claws into your brain, attempting to provoke your ankles to give out. It wants you to collapse to your knees, and grovel at the god's feet as if you are not even worthy to be in front of him.

Anubis is the patron deity of jackals, yet his own presence orders you to obey his silent command.

Lower yourself like a loyal dog to its owner. 

You're sure it was on purpose, forcing you to acknowledge your place and the prestige of who you are dealing with this evening. He who stands before you is no normal human, no ordinary deity or being of comprehensibility. 

He is the god of death, one of the nine Egyptian Enneads and he demands devotion. 

"Rise." His voice practically drips with superiority, nothing less of his domineering presence. 

You do as told, raising your head to look forward at his built abdomen. His figure is impressive, with a bulkier constitution than Apollo. There was no time to appreciate his figure when you first met or even the quick glance in the weighing room, but now you can appreciate the robust structure.

Not to mention, just like his mother, his limbs are long and lengthy, reigning at an impressive 8ft (243.84cm). Most of his dark skin is shown, scarcely covered in silks but more attired in jewelry. 

Small and insignificant, it's what pours into your stomach and wails as he stands before you. The feeling is similar to something that dwells within, forgotten but remaining from a long time ago. Its familiarity is sickening just as it is welcoming. 

Abruptly his thumb and forefinger snatch your chin and title your head upwards. His touch ignites tingles from the contact that swarm within your tummy. Your vision drifts from the built rows of his abdomen to the wide and flexing pectorals, before settling back once again on plump nude lips and golden eyes. 

He's handsome and unbelievably gorgeous, and the power he holds is mouth-watering. Anubis is a god who reigns supreme, only surpassed by his own father. 

There must be a plethora of goddesses that have thrown themselves to his feet, pleading for just a chance. Not to mention the number of souls who come to the underworld to have their hearts weighed only to be completely bewitched by his otherworldly magnificence. 

"My birth mother practically adores you..." He murmurs more to himself as he tilts your head to the side so he can observe your jaw and the tendon in your neck tightening. "But I do not see the attraction of a mortal such as you." 

There is something inside of you that twinges as if he struck your own pride. For a moment you feel your blood boil, seething beneath the thin layer of skin before inhaling deeply.

You're gorgeous, you're intelligent, you're alluring, you are that woman. You never took the Egyptian deity of death to be such a liar. For his words to be true, he would have strayed from your chambers instead of arriving.

He's ever so busy; death is never-ending, nevertheless, he took the time out of his absurdly busy schedule to visit your room...he may not want you now, but he's interested. 

And that's all you need to get started. 

"My lord~. Please forgive this unworthy one." You drop to your knees as your chin slips from his grasp. His height already far surpasses your own, but something within his stomach must tingle when you give him what he likes. 

Submission

"Only the finest and most meritorious woman should be in the presence of a powerful god such as you." Your head rests upon the back of your hands that obscure a devious grin on your lips. "I would never think of myself good enough for such a deity but if you would let me...I'll do everything I can to please you, My lord. Just tell me what I can do; tell me what to do." 

The way you react is demeaning, basically degrading by giving up your will. But that is the point; it nearly runs your blood hot with excitement at the prospect of 'offering' him that control. From his own radiant and domineering presence, you can tell he is assertive and commanding. 

He is one of the Ennead gods! The deity who guides lost souls and kings through the afterlife, who protects and embalms the dead. He is one of the most important beings to exist in Egyptian mythology, and he knows that. 

Anubis wants control; he needs it. How can he be a deity if there are no worshippers or parishioners that do everything to please him? You don't mind letting him believe that he has it, by offering it with complete 'submission.' 

Even if you must resign your pride and push away your dignity, it's all an act because at the end of the day...it was your decision to let him do what he wanted. Plus, it feels like a dirty little secret knowing that you are just playing around and he is completely unaware of what you truly are.

"You know your place?" Anubis breathes outwards, and you can hear his clothes shift as though he is squatting down in front of your bowing figure. 

Only slightly do you nod your head but you refrain from speaking; he has not permitted it just yet. It seems that your assumption was correct because he hums in a pleased manner and runs his large hand through your hair. 

His fingers are coarse and rough and seething with an unnatural warmth. There's this soothing sensation, like a comforting reward that he is bestowing on you for being good. 

If you were a sweet little cat, you'd probably purr and lean into his palm.

"No wonder my birth mother declared you as the perfect little bride. You are obedient, like a good little girl." 

"Isn't that all you want? To be the perfect little girl?"

You disregard Otto's words and swallow the lump in your throat. It is imperative to perform just the way Anubis likes it. 

"Stand, and you may speak to your god." The Jackal deity commands with a voice that could send trembles through the earth but definitely shoots electricity through your veins. 

"Thank you so much, My Lord." Gingerly you raise your head and body, with his large hand still remaining in your hair. 

His lips display a suave smile, marked with charm and confidence. You had his interest at first, but now you have his attention

You are that woman. 

Abruptly his thick fingers tangle within your locks and tug, forcing your chin to the ceiling as a stinging sensation resonates in your scalp. Your hands fly upwards, unconsciously attempting to grasp his wrist yet you manage to squeeze them to your chest.

"Good." Anubis murmurs and leans down to bend at the waist and hover his lips by your ear. "You know already that you do not deserve to touch me. That is a privilege you must earn." 

Oh, he really wants you to work for it. Apollo was easy; now it appears you must put in a little more labor to corrupt this being. 

"Please, My Lord, My god, My Nesu-" The last part you articulated had not been translated though you could feel the importance of it. "Please tell this unworthy one how to gain that privilege. I'll do anything for you." 

You are not conceited enough to feel shame for begging; in fact, you love it. You love the way it ignites some part of the other person's brain alive, the way it replaces their blood with excitement, and let's not forget the way it drives them utterly insane to hear it again. 

Sure, Anubis can believe that he has all the power, but he'll find out what makes a b*tch. 

"Anything?" He probes, warm breath fanning across your ear and tickling. "Do you understand the intensity of what you state?" 

A grin wants to etch onto your lips; you can practically feel his anticipation, his eagerness in your own blood. The god probably desires to see how far he can push it, and how much you can endure.

He'll learn the hard way, literally. 

"Oh, My Nesu~. Anything and everything. I know I do not deserve it, but I desire you so bad." You speak the sweetest honey, saturated with so much sugar as you tell him exactly what he wants to hear. 

The Egyptian deity pulls away from your ear to lean back. His eyes beneath the Jackal headpiece observes your face, curiously taking in your appearance. 

Does he see the humor in your (e/c) iris' or is it masked by your desperate hunger for gratification? Can he discern the growing smirk on your lips from the way he's already falling into your trap? Perhaps not by how his tongue sweeps over his bottom lip with anticipation.

How ironic when he exists as the god to weigh a deceased's soul, configuring how much sin they've accumulated through their lifetime, only for him to be consumed by it. 

"How would you best like me to show my devotion?" Your question seems to rouse him from somewhere in his mind as he blinks slowly before meeting your gaze. 

"Those are dangerous words, Hemet." Another word not translated, but the physical impact it has on your body proves that it must mean something of great importance. Or maybe it's just a nasty little nickname he has for his abrupt bride. "Can you take it?" 

He has no idea what he has gotten himself into. "I can take you." 

Anubis abruptly yanks your head back, pushing your body out of the way to enter your bed chambers and slam the door behind himself. From the moment he stepped in, he has become your husband in unwritten matrimony. 

A slight yelp seeps from your lips from the searing sting before you are thrust toward your bed. You land on your stomach with your face bouncing against the plush mattress; the loose gold beads from the headpiece Nephthys gave you had clacked and rattled together. 

Scrambling onto your back had barely been fast enough as Anubis' giant form swathes over your own. His knees dig into the round bed by your waist as a single hand holds up his weight above your head. 

The bangles around his bottom and belly chains jingled from the movements as he grinned, sharpened canines displaying through his rows of white teeth. Walnut brown curls peek out from behind his headdress, and your fingers twitch with a yearning to pull them. 

It's practically p*ssy throbbing the way this huge god straddles your little 'ol mortal body and shows you how insignificant you are to him. Oh, you are so tiny, so human in comparison to a deity.

What you would give to have him between your legs, reshaping your insides with that monster beneath his silks. Each thrust would knock the wind out of you, robbing it away with every pound, roll, and rock that jabs right against your sensitive little cervix. 

He'd hurt so good, f*ck he'd tear into your nerves and control every sensation in the most commanding and demanding way possible. 

"Poor little Nymph. Must be torture to only be able to imagine but never fulfill that desire, hmm?" Otto's ethereal tone only reestablishes that deep sense of arousal. 

The memory of his bony hands touching you, caressing your body, is still fresh, and you're still soaked. At this point, you've fallen too deep into that part of your mind you like to disappear to, where shame, guilt, or any shred of rational thinking cannot penetrate. 

Head empty, just big chocolate-skinned god ready to f*ck you up.

"You are cute, Hemet! With that look you bare-" His free hand ghostly skims over your face before ceasing by your lips and plunging his pointer and middle finger into your mouth. His slightly pointed nails dig into the gummy flesh of your cheek as he yanks at the corner. "-I would not have believed that your heart weighed lighter than the feather." 

You want to speak, sweeten him up with some more sugary words however the opportunity right now is too good to pass up. Just like the little sl*t you are, your tongue traces over the rough skin and suckles. 

A laugh snags in your throat, desiring to giggle out because it's funny how right now, he tastes like power. 

Eagerly, practically desperately, you suck on his large fingers as if you've been starved for weeks, and you wouldn't dare let this treat evade you. 

Unconsciously, your thighs are squeezing together with your hips raising and attempting to grind against the wet cloth of your undergarment. It's hot beneath, seething with heat warming the slick spread outwards on your folds. 

It's probably humiliating, becoming so aroused by his mere presence and slender digits within your mouth but you cannot help it. The pressure of his radiance bares weight on your ribs consistently, as though it commands your own lungs when to breathe and when to choke. 

He gives the orders, and you'll listen...for now.  

"If only he knew of how truly disobedient you are. You would go from a submissive wife to a rebellious pet so quickly. We both know he could not handle it." 

'Oh, Otto~. You speak as if you can.' Your 'words' prompt a rumble from its voice in your head that goes straight to your cl*t. 

There's this throbbing sensation that is going along to beat of your heart. It's picking up the pace, growing in strength the longer you suck and taste the god's finger in your mouth.

You're clenching over nothing, begging for any form of relief. 

Abruptly Anubis moves his fingers, no longer yanking at the corner of your lips but plunging down the back of your throat. The action was so sudden that you gagged with eyes enlarging and watering. 

Your fingers almost grasp his thick thighs, almost touching that smooth skin that is nearly completely showing from the way the silks covering his bottom had ridden up. Instead, you grip the sheets beside your body and gurgle. 

"Can you breathe?" The Jackal deity questions, yet the tone is laced with mockery. When you shake your head, he hums and pushes his fingers deeper to where the knuckles of his other fingers dig into your teeth. "Do not respire until your god allows it." 

Your lacquered eyes shimmer in the light from the floating stars before trailing down your face. Make-up begins to smudge and darken around your lids just as the gloss on your lips smeared in such an obscene manner. 

It hurts, your throat begins to ache from the constriction and blockage, yet you refrain from pulling away. Your pride is too vast to give in first and beg for freedom, not even when your head is spinning, and you feel your grasp on reality slipping away. 

You're too arrogant, too conceited, and too f*ckin full of yourself to back down. It's been your greatest asset that you used and abused to get what you wanted. But it also brings some of the worst consequences that you say you don't deserve...

Anubis tilts his head and watches your collarbone jut against the skin, becoming prominent as your throat constricts from the gagging and choking. His golden eyes observe the flush of your skin, burning with heat that could rival even the god of the sun, Ra. 

Oh, he's becoming aroused from this with the way his c*ck beneath the silk bulges against the cloth and enlarges. It's almost unbelievable. When his shaft was unaroused, it was already ample and presumably could have even filled your palm. 

'F*ck you, Otto.' 

"Only if you are good enough."

What an infuriating piece of sh*t. The ultimate being finds too much pleasure in your suffering. If only there was a way to really get back at him...but you'll think about that another day. 

For now, you return your awareness to the tightening in your chest and vertigo in your head. Your fight-or-flight instincts want to kick in, practically begging you to yank his hand out of your mouth and crawl away. 

But at the same time, there is this euphoria. Warm yet somehow soothing, the lack of air begins to diminish all the little nonsense thoughts. There is no hunger, no exhaustion, or even lust. It's as though you've been pulled beneath heavy, dark waters. With weightlessness and fluidity, it's the most serene sensation you can feel. 

Nothing else matters. 

"Breathe." The sound of Anubis' voice is muffled yet upon feeling his hand being withdrawn from your mouth, you are yanked out of those blissful waters and brought back to reality. 

A cough sputters from your lips just as your eyes focus on the handsome face above yours. Your vision is blurry and muddled for a second before concentrating on his devilish grin. 

"Good girl." You are praised softly with his hand cradling your face, the burning flesh of your cheeks nestled within his coarse palm. "Good little Hemet." 

Yes, yes you are. The praise goes straight to your raging heart, kindling a heat that ignites all your nerves. "Have I earned it, my Lord?" Your fingers that clumped your bedsheets beneath from the hold now burrow your nails against your skin. "Is this unworthy one allowed the privilege to touch?" 

Anubis hums absentmindedly, tilting his head and clicking the jewelry around his neck together. 

"Please, My Nesu. Please grant me the privilege to touch you, to please you. I offer my entire being to you so that I may be able to gratify your ever desire." The words sound slurred in your ears, spoken off a gluttonous tongue. 

The Egyptian deity stares down at your dazed expression, tracing the curves of your nose, the shape of your jaw, and the twitching in your lips. After a minute of silence beside your panting, he responds however with no words. 

No, his large hands grasp the silks around his waist and remove them with fluid motion. Nothing shields his modesty; nothing protects your probing eyes from devouring the sight of his well-endowed length that drips with a pearly white liquid from the colored tip. 

Oh no, you're salivating from the sight. It's gorgeous, holy f*ck it's deliciously exquisite. No wonder he exudes egotism and pretentiousness, the god of the dead has a d*ck that would surely kill you. 

Its length was far longer than your forearm, rivaling something supernatural. The base where his crotch resides is hairless, with the beginning of his shaft straight and existing in a lighter, tanner color than his darker skin. There is even a gold band clasped around the base like a decorated bracelet that matches the ones around his wrist and waist. From there, the middle area thickens just the slightest to the side, but underneath it bulges out to a girth greater than your wrist. 

And then there is the almost pointed tip, with the glands nearly blushing a vibrant red, as though all the blood within is just flooding inside. There are a multitude of veins jutting against the skin, nearly twitching at the sight of your eyes taking it in. But there is one that rivals them all, just right on the underside starting from the base and traveling all the way to the tip with the thickness of your finger. Humans were made in the image of the gods, yet what hangs above your face is nothing close to humane; it feels bestial. 

It's a monster. 

"Be a good little Hemet and please your god," Anubis exclaims while grinning coyly, presenting his sharpened canines in pride. 

Yet before you can even reach up for the terror about to break your jaw, one of his hands grasps the middle of his c*ck to point it downwards, so the tip rests right up against your lips. 

Hot, heavy, musky, and f*cking terrifying, pre-c*m already begins to dribble onto the soft flesh of your lips and infiltrate within your mouth so you can taste the power of a god. 

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"I'm actually a fairly dominant person. I don't like to have no control or be told what to do." Chin-Sun raised an eyebrow, even tilting her head in surprise as she lifted her eyes from her notebook. "Really? I would have thought that a promiscuous woman like yourself revels in it during intercourse."  You waved a hand dismissively and leaned against the cushion in her office. "You wouldn't be wrong to assume, I can easily switch between dynamics depending on who I'm with, but truthfully I like to steer away from it." The therapist had not expected your response, still sitting there across from you with a perplexed expression. It prompted you to raise a brow. "Come on, what's so shocking about that?" "I know you can switch, but from everything I know so far, you'd be desperate to be a pleaser in a submissive role." Her words harden your expression while straightening your lips.  Refraining from speaking, you observe her more intently than before. It's difficult to tell her expressions or feelings unless she outright displays them...which only happens when she wants you to see it.  "Why would you say that? I don't need praise, I don't need recognition, I just need a good f*ck, and then I'm off on my way." There's a tightening in your throat as you meet her dark eyes. "What even gave you that idea?"   She merely shrugged her shoulder before setting aside her notebook. You watch her closely, following every movement until she leans back and crosses one leg over the other.  "Let's be honest (Y/n). After everything with your father-"  She wasn't able to finish as you launched out of your seat and grasped the coffee table, flipping it over to desecrate the ground with shattered glass and broken decorations. "Don't you even finish that sentence or I swear I'll f*cking rip your throat out."   Your threat did nothing to intimidate the short-haired woman, even though both of you knew there were no empty threats.  You do what you want.   Except when it comes to the therapist, she knows how to make you back down. "No wonder dear o' daddy abandoned you. Even after everything he did, even after ruining you, he just didn't want you anymore."

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I almost gave Anubis a monster c*ck, like an actual hound c*ck but I decided against it bc Promsicious readers aren't like TDMLM readers.

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Next Chapter ━━━➤...updating soon

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[faerunsbest]

Strange Choices

soo remember how i said i really like arranged marriage au's?

well i did it again

but with astarion

Cazadors plan was strange, but also so was the city and it grew stranger yet. Steel titans patrolling the streets had halted their outings. These titans that didn't sleep, didn't eat, didn't tire and seemed not to have a notable blind spot. Astarion stood in line with his siblings, listening. Though from the corner of his eye, he could still see the healing scars of a moment that nearly ended Petras. Cazadors voice droned, sickly and strangely sweet. The others had eyes wide with a thrill Astarion couldn't share in. something nagged at the back of his head, sank deep in the pit of his stomach. This was as all things do, going to end badly.

The plan as he understood it was to find another simpler, more streamlined way to bring bodies in, to spread Cazadors reach. It needed to be worthwhile but quick.

A few well placed weddings simple quick things and he immediately had his teeth in the wealthiest in the city. Immediately he would have access to secrets and passages, he would have a way around those watchers.

After that he needed one more thing, a place out of sight to bring it all together.

Each spawn would be assigned a spouse, they would worm their way into the families in whatever way worked best and take everything. As a reward for all this he would allow them to feed on that spouse. not quite freedom but... close enough.

Cazador leaned over Leon first, whispering in his ear. Where to go, what to do and how to do it. He left in the finest attire he'd worn in years, feigning confidence as he strolled out into the night. next up, Dalyria and Violet. Were it not for the scar healing on his face, Petras would have been next.

A day then a week and Cazador bristled at every movement until the day They all came back with delirious spouses in tow. The massive double doors opened one more time, this time Yousen and Aurelia dragged along another one.

A woman with steel blue skin, long pink hair dark in the shade but bright as tulips as moonlight flitted across it. She glowered, sagging with exhaustion and apparently some form of concussion. Cazador smiled down at her

"You're the one in the old chapel?"

"It's a monastery you cuck-"

Astarion tried not to smile as she hissed through her teeth, Cazador stepped closer to her pausing only when she spat.

" Yousen, take her -to her chambers. We can deal with her later."

Not moments later the door burst open revealing an absolutely furious looking nobleman, an older man with frazzled blond hair. He stood outraged in the doorway marching forward and pointed at Yousen and his…guest.

“Get your filthy hands off my WIFE!”

Cazador raised an eyebrow before smiling slyly at the man.

“I believe you are mistaken-”

Before anything could be said she whipped her arm away from Yousen and yelled.

“WHO ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT - I KNOW ITS NOT BE YOU UPPER CRUST FUCK!”

He marched over not seeming to notice the filth around them, focused entirely on her.

“Now woman I have been more than patient with you and your nonsense but THIS is quite enough! You’ve been seen on your way here like some harlot-”

She put her hands on her hips and looked around.

“You are a deeply troubled man if that's what you think is happening here.”

The man marched toward Cazador and almost yelled.

“Why have you brought her here?”

“To be married of course- as she’s not registered anywhere as anyone's wife at this time. I intended to fix that of course.”

The man gasped, hand on his chest as he stepped back. Now he looked around in horror at the people and the place.

“She would sooner eat rats than be trapped in this hovel with any of you! You are NOT telling me she is here to marry THAT!?”

He looked at Yousen in disgust,the woman in question marched up and swiped a rat that had been scuttling across the filth laden tile.

“You’re right I’m here for that one-”

She thumbed over her should at Astarion who simply smiled at the intruder. They watched as she bit the rat, ripped its head off with her teeth and spat it at the man.

“So, that enough for ya? Cause I dont wanna hear shit from you ever again.”

He seemed frozen in place, horrified at the small speckle of rat blood across his face. She tossed its body at her feet and turned around to leer at Astarion.

“Husband, show me my chambers.”

As the pair marched off down the hall they could hear the man cursing in hysterics as he seemed to near run out of the place.

“That was my only chance to get out wasn’t it?”

“Yes it was darling but what a show that was- Now I for one applaud you.”

“What are the chances I have a window?”

“None at all darling… none at all.”

#bg3 #drabble #ish #chapter #romance #tav #oc #plush #eldora #arranged marriage au #au #cazador #astarion ancunin #astarion #astarion bg3 #baldurs gate #i havent fought cazador yet

[bethanydelleman]

So I was reading The Younger Sister, a The Watson’s continuation by Jane Austen’s niece, Catherine Hubback. And let me say up front, it was really good, she wrote some great dialogue and while it went a little off the rails in Volume II, I was really happy with Volume III, anyway...

The author stops the action during the very first ball (which is a rewritten part of the original novel fragment) and gives this mini rant:

There must certainly be some connexion between the style of dress and the style of dancing prevalent in any particular generation. The stiff ruffs, the awful long waists and formal boddices of Elizabeth's reign [1558-1603] were quite in keeping with a stately pavan; the loose attire and complete undress adopted by the courtly beauties of Charles the Second may be considered characteristic of the elegant but licentious style pervading their dances [1660-85]. The minuet matched well with the buckram, and rich brocade, and high head-dress which marked the era of the earlier Georges [1714- 1830]; whilst powder and hoops of course disappeared under the influence of the merry country-dance and cotillion. Perhaps at the present time the dresses, like the dances, partake more of the character of the latter Stuarts—graceful and bewitching; the habiliments full and flowing, the steps vivacious but tending to giddiness, with a near approximation to romping, and a great risk of inducing a faux-pas, or even a serious fall.

The author COULD NOT HELP HERSELF. She really REALLY needed to let us know that these Georgian people were dressing and dancing wrong and probably looked like harlots. Now this novel was written in 1850, when women dressed like this:

And The Younger Sister is probably set during the Regency when people dressed like this:

Which is clearly wrong and terrible. But she referenced the reigns of Elizabeth I and Charles II, so let me explore some more fashion history...

So 1580, Elizabeth’s reign is “good”...

And here is the reign of Charles II, which is “bad”...

Huh. Well I guess showing some neckline and natural hair is just wrong? I’m not totally sure, but I do love that we now know exactly which eras the Mrs. Hubback thought were too loose and undressed.

If there is a fashion historian out there, please help me understand what’s so terrible with these eras that made the narrator slip into exposition. (She does it once more to mourn that Georgians don’t have phrenology yet, which just made me laugh out loud)

#the younger sister #christine hubback #jane austen #the watsons #fashion history break #there were some parts I genuinely loved in this novel #it's a decent completion #JAFF #what is so loose about the 1670s #someone please enlighten me

[starry-blue-echoes]

(This is for headless Jonathan au where jonathans living head was sent to gio and no Gio is taking care of him and helping him out)

Commenting of mistas crop top and fugos swiss cheese suit for like the 8th time, Jonathan: Its not very gentleman like for a young man to dress in such a revealing manor.

Mista: What about her then! ‘Gestures to trish in her bra and open skirt outfit she wears in canon’

Jonathan: As a man it is not my place to comment upon what a women wears. A young lady may dress in any manor she sees fit. It is a gentle mans duty to treat all women with respect regardless of their attire.

Jonathan turning to trish: and might i add Miss Una what a lovely eye for fashion you have. Your outfit compliments your hair and eyes perfectly. My wife Erina use to complain that i haven’t had the slightest sense for fashion so im rather jealous by your skill.

Trish: fuck yeah! You tell em how it is old man

Jonathan mildly taken aback by her reaction, but quickly recovers and turns to abbacchio: Now you sir on the other hand are dress like a inexpensive harlot in mourning.

(Idk i just find it funny for Jonathan to critique what the gang does but then when Trish does the same thing or even something worse he is just like “your doing amazing sweetie”)

GJDBGGJBGJEFBEHT WHEN I SAY THIS MADE ME SPAT MY WATER-

YES. YES COMPLETELY TO ALL OF THIS

I’d imagine that on top of his own opinions, he had a great deal of time having to deal with Dio’s sense of fashion and definitely has some feelings for some of them. Jonathan has the duality of having a ridiculous amount of fashion knowledge but rarely using anything other than the basics of color coordination on himself

Also yesssss with the Jonathan and Trish bonding, these two would be perfect and I can see Jonathan highkey adopting her when it’s all said and done. He respects women’s rights to beat a motherfucker 💖

#oh my god the “inexpensive harlot in mourning” thing really got me though #just wait until he meets the rest of the squadra #jonathan lives #jjba #jojo's bizarre adventure #golden wind #vento aureo #jjba part 5 #jjba jonathan #jonathan joestar #jjba giorno #giorno giovanna #jjba mista #guido mista #jjba fugo #pannacotta fugo #jjba abbacchio #leone abbacchio #jjba trish #trish una #bucci gang #sb answers #reggie trying thier best

[epitomees]

How about Sae in her shadow outfit? Take a look at how your inner self dresses ;)

Put an outfit in the ask box and my muse will be forced to wear it!

Now this outfit suited a more ridiculous, and rather ludicrous taste. With the flimsy material and skimpy sections of skin exposure, it couldn't be classified as a proper dress. Fishnets crossed down her frontal section, even running down her legs which were clipped with a garter belt to keep them from falling.

The only fashionable accessory that Sae admired boiled down to the large, floral sunhat. Everything else?! She felt, in a more metaphorical sense, extremely naked.

"What is this attire!? Are you trying to make me appear like some kind of HARLOT!?

#ic #Sae #anon #((she no likey because of MANY reasons she doesn't want to talk about :3))

[fjsenters]

March 20, 2024 - What Do Your Clothes Say About You?

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[nomorerww]

Over the entrance to the Wilsthorpe maze in M.R. James's "Mr Humphreys and his Inheritance" there is a motto cut into the stone: "Secretum meum mihi et filiis domus meae" (My secret [is] for me and the sons of my house). James Wilson, the grandfather of Mr Humphreys' late uncle, had the maze built towards the end of the eighteenth century and, unbeknownst to Humphreys, it is not merely a labyrinth but a mausoleum. Wilson's ashes lie in the copper globe at the centre. (MRJ may have got the idea of a globe in a maze from the ancient turf maze at Hilton, near Cambridge, which has a stone globe on a pedestal in the middle.) [...] "Secretum meum mihi et filiis domus meae" is a straightforward variation on Isaiah's cry from the Vulgate, concerning his prophecy of God's judgement on the earth: "Secretum meum mihi, secretum meum mihi, uae mihi" (My secret [is] for me, my secret [is] for me, alas for me!) (Isaiah xxiv,16). But "Penetrans Ad Interiora Mortis" comes from the Vulgate Proverbs vii,27, where astonishingly it is part of a warning about consorting with a prostitute. Solomon warns against this "woman with the attire of an harlot, and subtil of heart" for "Her house is the way to hell, going down to the chambers of death" (in the King James version). Are we to take it from this that James Wilson's secret involved his travelling down the kind of sexual byways which are usually notable by their absence in MRJ's tales? Maybe so, to judge by the evidence provided by the copper globe. There Humphreys notes the figures of Cain instead of Hercules, Chore instead of Ophiuchus, and Absolon. Cain, who killed his brother (Genesis iv); Chore or Korah, who spoke against Moses and was swallowed up by the earth (Numbers xvi); and Absalom, who was slaughtered while entangled by his hair in a tree during a rebellion against his father, David (II Samuel xiii-xviii); are all Old Testament villains. Placed together on the globe, and accompanied by the 'Prince of Darkness', the fires of the Valley of Gehenna (Hinnom), the winged serpent, and Hostanes (the great magus of King Xerxes of Persia), they have been interpreted by those few writers who have tried to make sense of them as indicating that Wilson practised some kind of Satanism or pagan magic. Martin Hughes, however, has a different theory, which requires a more detailed examination than he gives to it, especially as he seems not to take account of its full implications. He identifies Wilson as a Cainite.

The Old Testament villains were seen as heroes by the original Cainites, a Gnostic sect denounced circa AD 180 by Irenaeus of Lyons in Against Heresies (a work familiar to MRJ and mentioned by him in The Apocryphal New Testament).(5) Irenaeus writes of the Cainites:

"...others say that Cain came from the Absolute Sovereignty above, and Esau, Korah, and the men of Sodom, along with every person of this sort, have the same origin. They were hated by the Creator because though attacked they suffered no harm, for Sophia took to herself what was her own in them. The traitor Judas was the only one of the apostles who possessed this knowledge. For this reason he brought about the mystery of the betrayal; through him all things on earth and in heaven were destroyed. They provide a work to this effect called the 'Gospel of Judas.' I have collected writings of theirs in which they urge the destruction of the works of the Womb, calling the Creator of heaven and earth Womb." (Book 1,xxxi,1-2)(6)

Like most of these early Gnostic sects, we only have their details via the Christian Fathers, but James Wilson would also have got his information solely from these suspect sources. Many Gnostic groups held that the Creator God of the Old Testament, the Demiurge, was an abortion created by Sophia (Wisdom), the last Aeon. This flawed Demiurge, imagining it was the true God, made the material cosmos, the earth being the lowest and most inferior cosmological sphere of creation. The Old Testament God was thus seen as being either evil, degenerate or barbaric (i.e. in accepting blood sacrifices). The Cainites therefore believed in what could be seen as a reversal of Old Testament tenets. If the OT was a result of the flawed Demiurge, then it was a logical step to revere its villains as heroes, and to despise figures such as Moses as traitors to humanity.

The images on the copper globe containing James Wilson's ashes can be taken as an allegory of Gnosticism. The winged Prince of Darkness is the Creator God presiding over the "umbra mortis" (shadow of death) that he has created in the material world. Various interpretations can be placed upon the winged serpent encircling the globe. According to some Gnostic groups, particularly the Ophites and the Naassenes, the serpent who tempted Adam and Eve to disobey the Creator God and eat from the tree of knowledge was a symbol of true Gnosis, opposing the Demiurge who had tried to keep mankind in a state of ignorance. The winged serpent, thus interpreted, may be a guardian of the secret knowledge that Wilson possesses. On the other hand, in the Gnostic "Hymn of the Pearl", contained in the Apocryphal Acts of Thomas, the earth-encircling serpent is seen as a symbol of the evil principle. In the Acts (MRJ's translation), one of the serpent-dragon's sons says:

"I am a reptile of the reptile nature and noxious son of the noxious father...I am son to him that sitteth on a throne over all the earth...I am son to him that girdeth about the sphere...that is outside [around] the ocean, whose tail is set in his own mouth." (Acts of Thomas, 32)(7)

If James Wilson was a Cainite, how would it have manifested itself in his lifestyle? Martin Hughes does not really deal with this at all, but it would seem that here is the core of the secret which Wilson wished to pass on to those of his family with the wit and intelligence to act on his hints. The Cainites, along with their contemporaries the Carpocratians, were labelled by Irenaeus as "licentious heretics". In Against Heresies, Irenaeus writes:

"They cannot be saved unless they experience everything, as Carpocrates also taught. At each sinful and disgusting action an angel is present; the agent must act boldly and make the impurity fall upon the angel present in the act, saying to him, 'O angel, I use your work; O power, I perform your operation.' This is 'perfect knowledge,' to perform without fear such actions as may not even be named." (Book 1, xxxi,2)

So by experiencing all things, the Cainites believed that they would be freed from an endless cycle of reincarnation, thus bringing the human soul closer to true Gnosis or knowledge. The sermon which Mr Humphreys discovers in the library at Wilsthorpe Hall is of an earlier date than the maze, so presumably Wilson was inspired by it. In the sermon, the labyrinth represents the pitfalls of a life spent devoted to the "Jewel" of the pursuit of the "World's Pleasures". Wilson would have seen this as yet another example of the mainstream Christian theology he had rejected, so in characteristically Cainite inversion he picked the maze as a suitable temple for his own religion. And in another inversion, the OT inscription on the stones became not a warning but an invitation. Wilson's theology combined license, including sexual license judging from the context of that inscription, with aspects of Magianic magic (the Magi may have shared the Cainites' opinion of the Old Testament God). Unsurprisingly, therefore, instead of salvation he achieved a burning, agonising life in death.

#the inspiration behind my blog title #m.r. james

[bond-servant-of-christ-jesus]

1 Timothy 2:9-10

[9]Likewise, I want women to adorn themselves with proper clothing, modestly and discreetly, not with braided hair and gold or pearls or costly garments,

[10]but rather by means of good works, as is proper for women making a claim to godliness.

Matthew 7:16-20

[16]You will know them by their fruits. Grapes are not gathered from thorn bushes nor figs from thistles, are they?

[17]So every good tree bears good fruit, but the bad tree bears bad fruit.

[18]A good tree cannot produce bad fruit, nor can a bad tree produce good fruit.

[19]Every tree that does not bear good fruit is cut down and thrown into the fire.

[20]So then, you will know them by their fruits.

Romans 12:1-2

[1]Therefore I urge you, brethren, by the mercies of God, to present your bodies a living and holy sacrifice, acceptable to God, which is your spiritual service of worship.

[2]And do not be conformed to this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind, so that you may prove what the will of God is, that which is good and acceptable and perfect.

Proverbs 7:1-27

[1]My son, keep my words, And treasure my commands within you.

[2]Keep my commands and live, And my law as the apple of your eye.

[3]Bind them on your fingers; Write them on the tablet of your heart.

[4]Say to wisdom, “You are my sister,” And call understanding your nearest kin,

[5]That they may keep you from the immoral woman, From the seductress who flatters with her words. The Crafty Harlot

[6]For at the window of my house I looked through my lattice,

[7]And saw among the simple, I perceived among the youths, A young man devoid of understanding,

[8]Passing along the street near her corner; And he took the path to her house

[9]In the twilight, in the evening, In the black and dark night.

[10]And there a woman met him, With the attire of a harlot, and a crafty heart.

[11]She was loud and rebellious, Her feet would not stay at home.

[12]At times she was outside, at times in the open square, Lurking at every corner.

[13]So she caught him and kissed him; With an impudent face she said to him:

[14]“I have peace offerings with me; Today I have paid my vows.

[15]So I came out to meet you, Diligently to seek your face, And I have found you.

[16]I have spread my bed with tapestry, Colored coverings of Egyptian linen.

[17]I have perfumed my bed With myrrh, aloes, and cinnamon.

[18]Come, let us take our fill of love until morning; Let us delight ourselves with love.

[19]For my husband is not at home; He has gone on a long journey;

[20]He has taken a bag of money with him, And will come home on the appointed day.”

[21]With her enticing speech she caused him to yield, With her flattering lips she seduced him.

[22]Immediately he went after her, as an ox goes to the slaughter, Or as a fool to the correction of the stocks,

[23]Till an arrow struck his liver. As a bird hastens to the snare, He did not know it would cost his life.

[24]Now therefore, listen to me, my children; Pay attention to the words of my mouth:

[25]Do not let your heart turn aside to her ways, Do not stray into her paths;

[26]For she has cast down many wounded, And all who were slain by her were strong men.

[27]Her house is the way to hell, Descending to the chambers of death.

[lennart11412]

12Be astonished, O heavens, at this, And be horribly afraid; Be very desolate,” says the Lord. 13“For My people have committed two evils: They have forsaken Me, the fountain of living waters, And hewn themselves cisterns—broken cisterns that can hold no water.

14“Is Israel a servant? Is he a homeborn slave? Why is he plundered? 15The young lions roared at him, and growled; They made his land waste; His cities are burned, without inhabitant. 16Also the people of [f]Noph and Tahpanhes Have [g]broken the crown of your head. 17Have you not brought this on yourself, In that you have forsaken the Lord your God When He led you in the way? 18And now why take the road to Egypt, To drink the waters of Sihor? Or why take the road to Assyria, To drink the waters of [h]the River? 19Your own wickedness will correct you, And your backslidings will rebuke you. Know therefore and see that it is an evil and bitter thing That you have forsaken the Lord your God, And the [i]fear of Me is not in you,” Says the Lord God of hosts.

20“For of old I have broken your yoke and burst your bonds; And you said, ‘I will not [j]transgress,’ When on every high hill and under every green tree You lay down, playing the harlot. 21Yet I had planted you a noble vine, a seed of highest quality. How then have you turned before Me Into the degenerate plant of an alien vine? 22For though you wash yourself with lye, and use much soap, Yet your iniquity is marked[k] before Me,” says the Lord God.

23“How can you say, ‘I am not [l]polluted, I have not gone after the Baals’? See your way in the valley; Know what you have done: You are a swift dromedary breaking loose in her ways, 24A wild donkey used to the wilderness, That sniffs at the wind in her desire; In her time of mating, who can turn her away? All those who seek her will not weary themselves; In her month they will find her. 25Withhold your foot from being unshod, and your throat from thirst. But you said, ‘There is no hope. No! For I have loved aliens, and after them I will go.’

26“As the thief is ashamed when he is found out, So is the house of Israel ashamed; They and their kings and their princes, and their priests and their prophets, 27Saying to a tree, ‘You are my father,’ And to a stone, ‘You gave birth to me.’ For they have turned their back to Me, and not their face. But in the time of their trouble They will say, ‘Arise and save us.’ 28But where are your gods that you have made for yourselves? Let them arise, If they can save you in the time of your [m]trouble; For according to the number of your cities Are your gods, O Judah.

29“Why will you plead with Me? You all have transgressed against Me,” says the Lord. 30“In vain I have chastened your children; They received no correction. Your sword has devoured your prophets Like a destroying lion.

31“O generation, see the word of the Lord! Have I been a wilderness to Israel, Or a land of darkness? Why do My people say, ‘We [n]are lords; We will come no more to You’? 32Can a virgin forget her ornaments, Or a bride her attire? Yet My people have forgotten Me days without number.

33“Why do you beautify your way to seek love? Therefore you have also taught The wicked women your ways. 34Also on your skirts is found The blood of the lives of the poor innocents. I have not found it by [o]secret search, But plainly on all these things. 35Yet you say, ‘Because I am innocent, Surely His anger shall turn from me.’ Behold, I will plead My case against you, Because you say, ‘I have not sinned.’ 36Why do you gad about so much to change your way? Also you shall be ashamed of Egypt as you were ashamed of Assyria. 37Indeed you will go forth from him With your hands on your head; For the Lord has rejected your trusted allies, And you will not prosper by them.

[oriye]

THE COSTUMES

OF WHOREDOM

TEXT: Nahum 3:4-6

KEY VERSE: "And it shall come to pass in the day of the LORD'S sacrifice, that I will punish the

princes, and the king's children, and all such as are clothed with strange apparel." Zephenia 1:8

It is gross wickedness for a Christian who has been commissioned to go into the world and make

disciples, to win souls for the kingdom of God to start involving herself in the costumes of whores and

harlots, to join others to distribute lustful desires, immoral thoughts, and sexual imaginations, to send

men to hell fire, this is pure and Anti-Evangelistic; this is an absolute rebellion against the Lord Jesus

Christ.

These costumes of whores are the ornaments and fashions for seduction, these are the make-ups,

the fitted skirts and gowns that show the shape of your breast, stomach, hips, thigh, and buttocks.

The master deceiver, Satan has deceived so many females into seduction in the name of beautification; he

has taken advantage of the scripture in Matt.5:28, to use females to achieve seduction and lustful desires on

our streets today.

When you obey the rules of the fashions of the world to put on short or skimpy skirts

or gowns that expose your thighs, laps and legs to pollute the hearts of your brothers with immoral thoughts

and to send them to hell fire, remember you will pay for it, be warned; you are making yourself an agent of

seduction and a distributor of sinful thought and desires.

The Bible says, "And, behold, there met him

a woman with the attire of an harlot, and subtil of heart." Prov.7:10

As a woman, anything you do, whether ignorantly or subtly to attract men to lustful desire, from shaving

of the eyebrow, special haircuts to all the artificial fashions, like the use of face polish, eye pencils, lip sticks,

bleaching creams, perfumes, beauty powders, perming or jerry curling of hair, the use of attachment,

weave-on, eye lash, are all things that will remove your name from the book of life.

The Bible says those that are

busy working iniquity, polluting the hearts of others with lustful desires, using the costumes of the

whores, they shall have no part in God's kingdom no matter the offerings they give, or the praises

they sing to God, or the miracles they do.

The Bible says, Not every one that saith unto me, Lord, Lord, shall

enter into the kingdom of heaven: but he that doeth the will of my Father which is in heaven. Many will

Say to me in that day, Lord, Lord, have we not prophesied in thy name? and in thy name have cast out

devils? and in thy name done many wonderful works? And then will I profess unto them, I never knew

you: depart from me, ye that work iniquity." Matt.7:2 1-23.

Prov.6:25-26 "Lust not after her beautv in thine heart: neither let her take thee with her eyelids. For by

means of a whorish woman a man is brought to a piece of bread: and the adulteress will hunt

for the precious life.

Prov. 7:25-27 "Let not thine heart decline to her ways, go not astray in her paths. For she hath cast

down mary wounded: yea, many strong men have been slain by her. Her house is the way to hell. going

down to the chambers of death.

RESOURCES FOR NEW CHRISTIAN CONVERTS

http://deeperlife.ca/resources/newconverts/

[lewdys-world-of-asks]

Lewd Car wash [topless]

Raven had to oversee Blackfire's community service and thought what better way to give back then to help support the Lewdville Academy with a car wash

(@lockboxbooks)

Having been a regular rule breaker within the confines of the campus it was no wonder Blackfire ended up escalating and ending up getting into trouble outside of school grounds too, though she was lucky she was only given community service. The type of service was to be decided by principal Lewdy, who was already busy as it stood so instead deligated down to Raven, much to ger dismay.

Given the crisp cold air, Raven fount it apt to have Blackfire serve her sentence in the frosty air hand washing cars. Raven had set up a tipbox too, allowing anyone using the service to tip however much they please, aiming to use the money to pay back for damages caused by Blackfire and possibly use some for upcoming Christmas plans at Lewdville academy.

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"Do I have to wear this, it's ice cold!" Blackfire growled to her temporary steward, who simply sat back to watch over and ensure she did a good job. "Yeah, after all you went out and, y'know, broke the law in the school uniform so it's only fair you make reparations in it too." Raven retorted, jotting in her notebook as she was wrapped up warm and cosy, "Yeah but look at me!" Raven raised an eyebrow and eyed up Blackfire's attire. Sure it was the standard uniform however her skirt was far shorter than regulation allowed, hell with Raven's eye level being level with Blackfire's toned stomach she could just see the bottom of her panties peeking from under the skirt. It also didn't help Blackfire also wore her shirt tied in a knot meaning she was nearly stood there in nothing. "It isn't my fault you feel the need to dress like a harlot. Now stop complaining." Blackfire growled at the crude remark made by Raven as she shivered a little, her nipples rock hard from the cold and very obviously poking against the thin material of her shirt. Without warning a wet sponge was launched at the titan, earning a scolding look, "Just for that-" Raven snarled, using her magic to chop Blackfire's top to shreds, "-you're gonna work like this." Just as Blackfire opened her mouth to retort, a gag appeared, turning what would've been a sharp remark into muffled nonsense. Only a growl followed as the first car of the day pulled up. "Best get to work now~" Raven chuckled as the feisty Tameranian backed off for fear of further repercussions, instead focusing on washing the vehicle, grabbing a sponge and getting to work, her tits jiggling as she put in some actual effort, much to the delight of the driver who could only stare and drool over the stocking-and-skirt clad goth giving him a show, much to her own humiliation. After five minutes Blackfire stepped back and wiped her brow with her forearm, a mistake only realised when Raven used her magic to squeeze the soaked sponge which caused suds and water to drench Blackfire's bare chest, earning a yelp as the ice cold water ran over her, getting a chuckle from her supervisor and a very thirsty look from the driver, who tipped very handsomely, enough to pay off the damages actually, not that Raven would let her little troublemaker know, after all she needed to learn her lesson as another car pulled in as the previous one drove off~

#ask #raven #blackfire #dc #lockboxbooks

[cocomonetxos]