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the one regret with letting jack into prospit: losing your side chick for the holiday.

Is that where she scampers off to whenever shes on break? How cute.

I have actually been wondering if those angry sneers were personal or just in his nature, but knowing that, he probably doesn't like seeing his date in my chest. Oh well~.

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Anything planned for... actually idk if you guys have a version of a romance holiday this month.

I have no particular plans, no. Maybe I'll go on a date with Ms. Paint, but she'll be busy elsewhere, most likely. And everyone else is a bit too...intimidated to ask me out~.

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wq is queen for a reason. she knows that you don't snitch on the enemy of your enemy, ie wv

Is this Wonderful Vagrant some Prospitian hero who declared to take down the dersite army? The way you speak of him makes me almost curious to meet him...

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Dont think two people the size of ants make for good tit massagers your highness

They are not 'tit massagers', they are Royal Masseurs. The difference is stark. With that said, it's less about the act, and more about the authority it imparts onto them.

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So when you can get enough fabric for someone of your size, do you prefer something tight or loose fitting?

A combination of both.

Something that can accent my natural curves well, but also something that is non-restrictive and lets me move with the same grace i always do.

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Any jewelry of note

Besides my crown, and my Ring, no. The orbs on it were never filled, but at some point 5 of them vanished, leaving me with just one empty orb on it. Now it serves a new purpose, whenever a dreamer drifts within my reach, the ring resonates with them and makes my form default to what would be most appealing to them, in terms of size, and one Prototyping if applicable.

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how pm hasn't popped from the sheer torrent is anyones guess. paint is obviously fine though; its an extreme thirst.

I don't know *what* you're talking about, they are perfectly fine and just in there as personal masseurs.

...Should they feel the need for a pick me up, who's to blame them?

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So was there ever a Wayward Vagabond?

The answer to your first question is yes, and no to the second. Yes, of course there are Wayward Vagabonds across the battlefield, it would be remarkable if there wasn't. However, I can tell you are thinking of one particular Wonderous 'Venturer, of which i cannot say there is. Or if there is, they escape my notice.

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There is also PM who can come to you whenever, but she's equally absent for obvious reasons.

I do have two breasts, you know. They each need an attendant.

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does it ever get lonely being that huge?

No, not really. It is fun, i have divine powers, got to stick it to my arch rival, and if i ever find her hubby he'll make for a *lovely* ring adornment. Besides, i am not lonely at all, i have Ms. Paint to keep me company. You might just...not see her most of the time.

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hey, you'd probably get agitated if they ran out of whites and golds

I want to say I wouldn't, because it would be unbecoming of a Queen to get lost in tiny details like that. But no, the thought of running out of white or gold fabric, building materials, metals...it sends shivers down my spine.

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Have the players seen the new you?

The short answer is No.

The long answer is my players never showed up; from what ive been told by trans-universal historians this is quite the common occurrence, yet not one that Prospitian royalty have ever came out of unscathed. In that way, I count myself lucky. Though i do wish that they would come, if only for the texts and prophecies written by our ancestors would come true, i enjoy the liberating freedom of not having to rigidly follow our plans and documents now that i have all this power.

Occasionally though, Dreamers from other places, times, universes, do show up, passing through my kingdom as if drawn to me, and i passively take the size and...ahemcurvesahem...most pleasing to them. It is fun distractions, and typically i do not have to worry about small matters like their mortality, as they just...wake up.

(Mun should make an about page, my b ;-;)

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there is a shortage of purple dye. derse society has fallen; wq must die. /j

I do not recognize that emoticon, but I sincerely think that if me pinching up Derse in its entirety and pushing it into my mouth to dine on their doom didn't cause their society to fall, then I don't think a lack of purple dye would.

Then again, pawns are nothing if not sticklers for the system. What do I know.

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>(The less she questions these yellow and black boxes, the better, mun.) Most locals just lump it in with paradox spaces. Others call it the multiverse, to the dismay of many, and the adoration of some penny dreadful writing hacks. No matter the title, be glad that the aristocrats don't own smart phones, nor follow you.

Our cell service is limited to within the confines of logical reality. Such a basic plan. The reason i can open up to you all is because of something to do with a deep connection to Skaia, which makes its own rules.

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You ever thought how easy it'd be to take out BK if you were bigger and you could convince everyone to leave? Like just empty the battlefield, squish the entire thing, wait for it to repair itself, then let everyone back on.

I've considered it once or twice. But as I said before, while that *would* solve the problem, the issue is "letting everyone back on" would lead to the same thing. If it isn't the king, it'll be someone else leading a charge against something as powerful me or something as dull as the notion that you can't wear grey after Pawn Labor day.

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>Somewhere, we can hear one of her royal advisors have a mental breakdown, and they don't know why. Skaia help them if they ever read about this size queen talk.

My Royal Advisors were always rather conservative with me freely speaking my mind, and rightfully so, as no one is immune to misspeaking or speaking unclear. Which is exactly why this...whatever setup this is, cosmic internet or what have you, is just between me and you, the masses.

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spiting bq even in death by eating dersite cuisine and having it go straight to your ass

It's things like this that make me wish she were still around, so i could pin her like a bug under my thumb and tell her all the little ways she could have bested me, who's now everything she could have ever wanted. My imagination is more than enough, though.