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hey there princess

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a lesson in obedience

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femme fatale

(if u wanted to know what song was going thru my mind, its the track they play in rush hour 3 where jackie chan and chris tucker infiltrate a parisian burlesque show during the sexy little bonnie and clyde performance)

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so… is that still a yes?

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only the real ones know me

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would you like to keep your gloves on?

companion to this 👍🏼

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she’s a real poet

(beautifully scripted poetry by astercorvid on bsky 🫶🏼)

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i literally had a religious experience while reading this please come back in the next eIGHTY SIX YEARS WHEN I RECOVER FULLY

HOW DO I EVEN BEGIN TO EMBARK ON A JOURNEY OF GRATITUDE HOW DO I EVEN THANK YOU FOR THIS

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chieffeen, con't from here

Duchess Edgeworth and Lady Ser Wright - swordfighting lesbians (explicit)

Miles strolled along the upper story of the long gallery, watching as the pale light from the cloudy sky filtered through the room's large windows, highlighting the sheen of sweat off the two figures on the ground floor as they clashed swords.  The swordmaster was working with Phoenix through her paces in use of the saber.  Phoenix was in a sleeveless padded vest and tight breeches that emphasized the muscles in her arms and thighs, the better for the master, and any passerby, to see how she moved.  Suddenly, Phoenix looked up and Miles caught sight of those dark eyes, widened in surprise.

The two fighters came to halt, the swordmaster's sword having tapped Phoenix's side.

"Lady Ser Wright," the swordmaster tutted, "please pay attention.  Your next opponent might not have the courtesy to stop when you look away."

"Oh, oh, sorry," Phoenix gasped and gave an involuntary apologetic bob her head as she raised her free hand to the back of her neck.  "I just saw pink ruffles - in the corner of my eye -  "

"I didn't mean to interrupt," Miles called down.  "I'll just leave you two - "

"NO - I mean, I wouldn't mind, Your Grace."  Phoenix's cheeks, already warm from her exertion, burned redder.  "I haven't seen you in a few days."

The swordmaster looked at Miles.  "Your Grace, perhaps you would like to join us?"

"Oh, I couldn't possibly interrupt," Miles demurred, raising her hands, even as she made her way down the stairs.

"Yes - please," Phoenix said, a giddy smile already growing on her lips.

"Yes," said the swordmaster, drily.  "Interruptions are exactly what's needed when there's an upcoming challenge."

"That is something we need to remember, Ser Wright," Miles said, "Your challenge to Lord Gant."  Miles turned to the swordmaster, arms crossed.  "How is she?"

The swordmaster looked wry.  "There are gaps in her form, ways a more experienced fighter would slip through.  She has some of the foundations but is surprisingly creative."  The way he said it, creativity did not seem like a compliment.

"I saw you fight when I was young, Your Grace!" Phoenix interrupted.  "You were so fast!"

"How?  When?" Miles wondered.

"My father took me to court and I saw you, an exhibition.  I remember your colors."

"It's been a long time since then, Ser Wright.  I don't do exhibitions any longer."

"Would you - ?  Can I try against you?"  Phoenix asked, practically bouncing.

"I'm no longer as quick - "

"Please," Phoenix asked.

"I don't - "

The swordmaster offered his sword.  "Your Grace."

"I know the saber is not your preferred sword - " Phoenix blurted.  "I can get one - "

"It's not that - call it a retired fighter's vanity," Miles said.

"I'll take it easy on you," Phoenix offered.  "If it's really been so long."

Miles blinked. "That is so kind."  Her voice was practically arctic.

The swordmaster wheezed, eyes shooting over to an oblivious Phoenix then back to Miles.  "Your Grace?"

"Excuse me," Miles said, and shed the frilly overdress to reveal a pair of trousers and a blouse.  She turned, taking the sword and gave a few experimental slashes, took a few strides forward and back.  "If the swordmaster will do me the great favor of leaving, so that fewer may witness my decrepitude since my last match."  The swordmaster bowed and left.

She faced Phoenix, sword held up across her chest.  "Shall we, Ser Wright?"

They bowed, then they approached each other, swords held up.  

"I'm so glad, Your Grace."

"I hope you continue to be, Wright."

Phoenix, Miles was glad to see, was guarding, careful, even though she seemed to be grinning from ear to ear.  They traded a few swings as they circled the room, testing the length of each other's reach.  Miles near clipped Phoenix's arm with one swing.

"Your Grace?"  Phoenix sounded a little nervous, her grin fading.  "This is just an exhibition, right?"

"Ser Wright, I would be most interested in trying out what the swordmaster has discovered about your talents."  

"I'm just learning, Your Grace."

"I'm sure there isn't much you could learn from me, and I'm so glad you'll be taking it easy on me."

Miles feinted and Phoenix, eager as ever, took the bait and lunged, barely getting out of the way of Miles' actual attack.  Phoenix returned the strike, Miles parried and they set into an exchange of blows, the swords clanging as they met.  There was one final hard thrust, their swords clashed and hung up on each other.  

Miles saw the surprise on Phoenix's face as her back hit the wall behind her and Miles stepped into her space, her knee between Phoenix's legs.  Immediately, Phoenix dropped her sword.  

"Your defense needs work, Ser Wright."

Miles paused, and then dropped her sword, stepping further into Phoenix's body, her thigh pushing between Phoenix's.  They were almost the same height, Miles noted, able to look directly into Phoenix's eyes, soft, upon her.  

Phoenix's soft mouth hung a little open.  Miles watched as Phoenix licked her lips and swallowed.  "Yes, Your Grace." 

Miles smiled and watched as Phoenix's eyes became hopeful.  Phoenix began to lean forward, lips puckered, and Miles turned her head so Phoenix's lips landed on her cheek instead.  

"Your Grace?"

Miles thrust her thigh up hard against the V of Phoenix's legs.  "Ser Wright?"

"Oh - oh, I - " Phoenix gasped, her breath against Miles' cheek.

"Anything wrong?  Anything I can do for you?"  Miles rocked her leg, back and forth, once. 

"Oh, please, please," Phoenix gasped out.  

"Did you not like that?"  Miles dropped her leg, still pressing against Phoenix's upper body, where she could feel Phoenix's breasts against her own, her stuttering breaths. 

"What?  No!  I - yes  - yes!  Can  you - ?  Please - " Phoenix writhed against Miles.  "What are you doing?"

Miles stopped.  "Have you not done this before?"

Phoenix looked at Miles, Miles' still face and expression and then nodded frantically.  "Yes, but it wasn't - I wasn't - this is much better - "

"I should hope so."  With the speed of experience, Miles unbuttoned Phoenix's vest, revealing  lovely, firm round breasts.  She took the soft weight in her hands, using her thumbs to rub against the nipples, causing them to harden as Phoenix called her name.  Miles took one stiff nipple into her mouth, licking and sucking as Phoenix grabbed the back of Miles' shirt.  Phoenix shifted her shoulders, offering the other breast, which Miles took, listening to Phoenix's cry of relief.

She reached for Phoenix's breeches, sliding them down over her hips until they trapped Phoenix's thighs.  Miles paused to appreciate their thick musculature.  Then she reached up and placed two fingers into Phoenix's open mouth.   "Lick them.  Make them very wet."  

Obediently, Phoenix sucked and slathered her tongue over Miles' fingers.

"Good girl," Miles praised, lifting her fingers out of Phoenix's mouth and sliding them directly against Phoenix's folds and quickly locating her clit.  At contact, Phoenix made a high-pitched noise, which dissolved into a harsh series of breaths as Miles applied pressure in different directions around the clit, coming back occasionally to rub directly against the small nub.  Phoenix must like what Miles was doing, given her small cries and the increasing dampness against her hand.  Finally, she slid those two fingers into Phoenix's channel, making sure to keep contact against Phoenix's clit with the base of her palm.  Then she pressed rhythmically into and up against that soft flesh again and again, finally rewarded with a cut-off cry as Phoenix shook in her arms, knees virtually collapsing.  

"Miles," Phoenix whispered, still shivering.  "Miles."

Miles allowed herself a moment to pet Phoenix's hair and then she pulled away, leaving Phoenix leaning half-collapsed against the wall.

Phoenix looked up.  "Miles?  But I want - what about you?"

Miles smiled.  "After you win."

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a lady’s secret

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just a friendly spar with the woman of my dreams

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Hello I just want to tell you that your fem designs for the characters are so good, your art is so lovely. Your designs for gumshoe and kazuma are some of my favorite things ever, thank you. Also godot is gorgeous. Your art is just so pretty ahhh

omg thank u! im so glad u like them so much! im most pleasantly surprised that you like the little gumshoe ones i made a while ago ☺️

reworking preexisting designs is always fun, so if u would like to suggest any more characters, please feel free to lmk! i love a good challenge 😙

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thank you for the invitation, unfortunately I do not know how to talk to people :< hopefully you're having a nice day.

aw that’s ok! i had a good day and i’m glad you still dropped by anyway :^)🩷

no pressure but if you have anything to talk abt at all, feel free to drop on by!

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let’s go, your majesty

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hi do you mind if i fREAK OUT ABOUT THIS FOR THE NEXT 72 YEARS

was thinking about @pinkturnabout, chieffeen, and queen/knight and got this:

Older Duchess Edgeworth, Young Knight Lady Ser Phoenix Wright

In the cold, white glitter of the ballroom, among its even colder denizens, Duchess Edgeworth could feel the eyes on her back.  Well there should be, she thought.  She had not gone to that hairdresser, procured these jewels, this collar, and this ornate silk gown in her custom magenta color for nothing.  As bold as her age and status and reputation gave her leave, she turned and looked back.

There.

Any eyes that caught hers looked immediately away.  Any except those.  Meltingly dark eyes in the soft face of a young woman, dark hair swept backward into points, in bright blue military formal attire.  The tanned cheeks flushed becomingly once the young woman realized who was looking back, but she did not look away.  

Miles raised an eyebrow.  The young woman flushed harder, gulped, then she stepped forward.

Interesting, thought Miles.  Few could withstand a direct look from the Demon Duchess, almost none would come closer.

"I've been looking to make your acquaintance, Your Grace," the young woman nearly stumbled at Miles' magenta-heeled feet.

"You are - ?" Miles asked.

"Wright - " she said.  She swallowed, looking aside, as if suddenly aware of where she was and  to whom she was speaking.

Behind the young woman, she could hear someone say clearly, "Phoenix Wright - what are you doing?"

The young woman visibly straightened her spine and squared her shoulders.  "I'm Lady Ser Phoenix Wright, Knight and Defender, Your Grace.  I'm - I'm here to save you."  She bowed extravagantly.

Upon Wright's return to upright, a quick glance at Wright's collar took in her small amount of regalia, consisting of only the golden sunflower medal bestowed upon all who passed the rigorous tests to become a Knight and Defender of the Kingdom.  The first medal of any knight.  Miles couldn't help the smile.  "Are you?"

"Yes," Phoenix Wright said, nodding.

"Quite bold.  Do tell, Lady Ser Phoenix Wright, what are you here to save me from?"

"I am to pledge to you and restore the Edgeworth lands, Your Grace."  She dropped to a knee and bowed her head.  "If, if - that is - you'll have me."  Phoenix Wright blushed harder, riotous color returning to her cheeks.  

Miles could tell the moment the crowd in the ballroom understood what Phoenix was saying, as the absolute silence spread out from them, like the ripples from a single drop of water on the surface of a still pond.  Things were getting out of control.  This lack of - of - discipline in this person was astonishing, these actions would be on the tongue of every person in the room in moments and throughout the kingdom by morning.  Miles was not one to show any weakness, but she was not without mercy.  If this person was not protected, they would get eaten alive.  

She allowed herself to laugh.  "Then come along, Lady Ser Phoenix Wright, let us see if there is something to you."

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the queen’s lover

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royal couple

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guys this is an invitation to come into my inbox and talk to me 🥹

i know this blog serves as more of an archive, but im on here more than u think! and i actively reread through some of your tags when things get reblogged… as always im so touched… lets be friends… 🥹