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After the occupation, the princess was confined to the palace.

Once a month she'd be taken on a walk around the city, heavily guarded of course, to show the people that she still lived. It also served, of course, as a reminder of what they stood to lose if they made trouble. The princess did her best go wave and smile and give the people what encouragement she could.

The rest of the time, her life was spent in musty rooms and dusty towers. She filled most of her time scouring the castle for materials which she would sew into more and more elaborate outfits, which she would show off on the days when she was allowed outside.

Indeed, the public loved their princess and her dresses so much they'd often sketch or paint them along the route and pass the images on so that all could see the princess at least was well.

This pleased the occupiers for two reasons. First: it kept the princess out of trouble. Second: it gave them a reason to sneer and they did love a good sneer.

"What a vain creature she is!" They would remark.

"Doesn't even care we murdered her brothers so long as she gets enough satin to make her little dresses!" They squawked.

This was unfair, of course, for to call her creations "little dresses" was to call Queen Murderfun the Needlessly Genocidal "a tad piquey". Her dresses were gravity-defying wonders lace and pearl. They were thunderstorms captured in velvet and waterfalls summoned in silk. She was a wizard with silk.

Still, she bore their mockery with a tight smile and careful deference.

"Please, good sirs, my home, my people and my city now belong to you. Let me keep, at least, this one last joy."

And they sneered and they crowed most unpleasantly, but they let her keep her sewing room.

Of course, they would have known their mockery to be doubly unfair had they realised the true purpose of the princess's elaborate designs. For hidden in the intricate embroiderings across her gowns, jackets and fans, the princess had encoded secret (and very detailed) messages. When she would go on her monthly walk, the city's loyalists would line the route, sketching down the patterns to decode later.

Thus did the princess transmit all the occupiers' secrets (unearthed while supposedly 'searching the castle for old fabrics') to the city and thus did she build her resistance.

On the day the revolution finally came, she girded herself in armour of thick spider silk and whale bone. She cut a fine figure with a lacy handkerchief in her top pocket and a razor sharp knitting needle keeping her hair up.

As she waltzed through the castle to open the door for her army, the Usurper King tried to stop her and she simply unfolded her handkerchief and showed it to him.

Upon seeing the impossible arcane pattern emblazoned across it, he fell to the floor with blood streaming from his eyes.

She always had been a wizard with silk.

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it’s still hot out. time to romanticize the bleak mid-winter

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oxidized copper is such a beautiful color palette. The rich reds with the cool teals. Such a vibrant combo. No one is doing it like her.

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Goddamn. If only I had a magical laser that could cut through tool steel like that.

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all the TME people who go on like "oh im on the nth level of genderfuckery, i got a 5d chess gender, non euclidian identity, my AGAB isnt even real anymore, i have my third hole open, im queer as fuck" and then wind up at "im an AFAB trans woman" are both rewlly funny and really insulting. like oh, being a trans woman is gender fuckery now to you? can it not just, yknow, be me? do you not see us as normal women?

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If you see this on your dashboard, reblog this, NO MATTER WHAT and all your dreams and wishes will come true.

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i hope that one day i will finally be ok….i’ll make a cherry pie when it is all over

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After the rain, Kibune was beautiful. // Sawai Kenta 澤井 健太

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Tears in the rain.

Closure is fuuuuucked, people you love and adore can just discard you at the drop of a hat and you're just stuck with all these memories and longing that will never be satisfied and so must fade into the background, become the ache in your bones you learn to live with. Tears in rain and all that.

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Closure is fuuuuucked, people you love and adore can just discard you at the drop of a hat and you're just stuck with all these memories and longing that will never be satisfied and so must fade into the background, become the ache in your bones you learn to live with. Tears in rain and all that.

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i hate when you wanna talk about something that bothers you but you feel like you've already talked about it too much so you just hold it in

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sending an ask to up the time a little more!! I hope you've been well!!

Getting to responding to some of these now! With everyone's combined efforts, and just over 5 hours left, the two of them are in for:

9 days 20 hours from non-anon asks, adding up to 1 week 2 days 20 hours

2 days from anon asks, adding up to 1 week 4 days 20 hours

1 week from new followers, adding up to 2 weeks 4 days 20 hours

1 week 1 day 18 hours from reblogs, adding up to 3 weeks 6 days 14 hours

2 weeks 12 hours from comments, adding up to 6 weeks 2 hours

4 days 6 hours from likes, adding up to 6 weeks 4 days 8 hours

And that sounds kinda low to me! So you're all in for some mass reblogging and I encourage you to join in

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Inspired by @rain-element and stolen from @hornystuckposting, I've decided two of my partners need some time off :3 they're not gonna be allowed to cum for as long as these results say ^w^ hehe

The rules are as follows:

+2 hours for each like

+4 hours for each comment

+6 hours for each reblog

+12 hours for each anon ask I get

+18 hours for each non-anon ask I get

+12 hours for every new follower from here until the end of this poll

Only notes gotten until the poll ends count ^w^ they'll each be required to immediately do whatever the final results say

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If this post gets 80085 notes I will finally stop boymoding in public